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[theme music playing]

♪ Got a secret, can you keep it ♪

♪ Swear this one you'll save ♪

♪ Better lock it in your pocket ♪

♪ Taking this one to the grave ♪

♪ If I show you then I know you ♪

♪ Won't tell what I said ♪

♪ 'Cause two can keep a secret ♪

♪ If one of them is dead ♪

♪ 'Cause two can keep a secret ♪

♪ 'Cause two can keep a secret ♪

♪ 'Cause two can keep a secret ♪

♪ If one of them is dead ♪

["Say You'll Be There" by Spice Girls playing]

No, my mom would kill me.

God, Angela, just have some gum later.

♪ Giving you everything ♪

♪ All that joy can bring ♪

♪ This I swear ♪

[coughing]

Don't worry. You'll get used to it.

-Man: Hey! -Oh shit, Angela. Hold this.

You girls smokin' back here?

Not me. Just her. Right, Angela?

Marjorie, get the hell outta here.

You, come with me.

♪ This I swear ♪

♪ Yes, I swear ♪

♪ And all that I want from you ♪

♪ Is a promise you will be there ♪

[tense music playing]

Teen Marjorie: Come on, Angela, don't be mad.

Look, I got you something...

as a thank you.

Teen Angela: Are we friends, Marjorie?

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

No phones in detention.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Murray,

but... it's my doctor. I have to take this.

[softly] Thank you.

Mr. Thompson, thanks so much for calling me back.

Mr. Thompson: [on phone] Happy to chat, though I'm not sure I can be much help.

I wasn't really in your mother's friend group.

What about... Angela Waters?

She was also a classmate of yours.

Mr. Thompson: What would I know about Angela Waters?

I'm trying to talk to as many people

from your graduating class as possible...

for a school project.

Were my mom and Angela friends?

Mr. Thompson: Look, I don't know anything about Angela.

-No... Mr. Thompson: So sorry. I can't help you.

[call ends]

[softly] Shit.

-Faran: Thank god that's over. -No shit. [chuckles]

Two weeks of detention is nothing after juvie, but... still.

It was lucky. We were lucky.

So, what happens now?

What do you mean?

-I go back to "Swan Lake." -And I go back to training,

counting the minutes till my ankle monitor comes off.

Are you asking about...

"A," Mouse?

It's been two weeks and no more psychotic texts.

-Maybe he's moved on? -What about... our moms?

Are we never gonna tell them what happened to Karen?

-Or to us? -Not until we know more about

what really went down with Angela Waters.

It's... weird. I've been putting out calls,

but no one wants to talk about her.

It's like she's a ghost or an urban legend.

And you still think Angela Waters

is somehow connected to A?

All of our moms knew her, and we're their daughters.

There must be a reason A is targeting us.

And the mystery continues.

Good luck with that.

[indistinct chatter]

Crap, I have to go back.

I gotta get something from the A/V room.

You guys go ahead. It might take me a minute.

Okay. Bye.

Hello? Anyone in here?

[tense music playing]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

Student: Get off me!

Shut the fuck up, Ty.

Dude, what? She did. She came twice.

Trish is a fucking nymphomaniac.

Greg: I'm not talkin' about Trish. I'm talkin' about you.

Dude, I came twice, too.

[laughs] But I never pulled out. I just stayed inside of her.

Greg: Yo, get over yourself, bruh.

Trish is like the doorknob of Millwood High.

We've all had our turn.

-I have some exciting news. -Hm.

This lovely couple

put an offer on your house, Imogen.

[swallows]

Really?

Already?

But... what about all our stuff?

I was gonna bring a crew in.

Pack things up, clean the house.

Can I do it?

Sure.

We have a little time.

Mr. Smithee: Class, for this assignment,

you'll be partnering up.

Together, you'll choose one of the directors on my approved list,

select a scene from a film in their catalog,

and recreate it.

But first, you'll pitch your vision

for the scene to the class.

Tell us what you want to say with the piece,

why it's relevant today.

♪ ♪

Kelly, are you switching dance lockers?

Yeah, I like Karen's better.

[classical music playing]

Faran, I'd like you to do a series of one-on-ones

to get back up to speed... with Kelly.

I'll get caught up, but can't I work with Henry?

Kelly's sister just died.

She doesn't need more on her plate.

On the contrary. Kelly has dedicated herself to "Swan Lake,"

and it's been, I think, a welcome positive distraction.

So, I'm doing this not just for you,

though you need the help badly...

-but for her. -[whistle blowing]

["Never Gonna Learn" by Emily Wolfe playing]

♪ Light it up you wanna burn away the fear ♪

♪ I'm brighter in the dark ♪

♪ You know I'll never fall in love ♪

Be straight with me, Coach.

[out of breath] I'm weak.

Slow, right?

You're out of practice,

but we'll get you back in fighting shape.

♪ ♪

♪ And I'm feelin' like I'm never gonna learn ♪

Ash: Like, the whole premise of Spectrum

is to be inclusive,

so you should come to a meeting.

Or... we could just hang out at least.

Like, are you doing anything for Halloween?

Usually I go to a midnight movie at the Orpheum,

but I hear they're not showing one this year.

-Your friend works there, right? -Oh, yeah, Tabby.

She does. Um, want me to ask why not?

No, it's cool...

but, I am in the mood to dress up.

I was thinking I'm gonna be Ziggy Stardust

or Freddie Mercury.

I've heard of a few parties we could crash.

Oh, no. My moms never let me go out on Halloween.

"Too... dangerous," they say.

[both chuckling]

I could come over.

We could hand out candy, chill with your moms.

Oh, I would never inflict that on anyone...

but especially not... you.

Let me see what I could do about Halloween night.

I might be able to sneak out.

[light music playing]

[echoing laughter]

What do you think, Imogen?

-Is it all ours? -It's all ours.

Do you wanna go upstairs?

-Yes! -[laughs] Okay.

[door opens]

[ominous music playing]

Hello?

Anyone there?

♪ ♪

[people chattering, laughing]

♪ ♪

Excuse me!

-Can I help you? -Oh my gosh. [laughs]

So sorry to bother you. My husband and I,

we just put an offer on this house, and we're so excited,

so we just came by to see it again.

And you're... taking photos because?

To send to my folks. Was this your house?

It still is my house.

[chuckles]

Did the real estate agent tell you what happened in it?

Sidney: So, I heard from my buyers.

Why would you say those things, Imogen?

I just told them the truth...

-that my mom died there. -No.

You said that a woman had been murdered there,

which is not the truth.

It's my house.

I hate the idea of strangers living there.

Well, congratulations. They're pulling their offer.

Guess it wasn't meant to be.

I wanted to spare you from this,

but your mother was in a lot of debt, Imogen.

I was hoping a sale would cover what she owed.

Also, I heard from one of my old classmates, Don Thompson,

that you've been calling around,

and asking questions about Angela Waters.

-Why would you be doing that? -Because...

There is a connection between what happened to Angela and what happened to my mom,

and because you won't tell us what it is.

Imogen, are you maybe wanting to see something that isn't there?

Or are you trying to cover up something that actually is there?

I want you to move on from all this.

It's a little harder for me to move on, Ms. Hayworth.

-My mom is dead. -I meant move on from Angela Waters.

What are you all hiding?

Why does no one want to talk about Angela Waters?

You do need to move on, Imogen.

And your house needs to be sold,

so however else you want to spend your time,

I'd finish picking out what you want to save...

and say goodbye.

How about Sam Raimi?

-Mm. -We could do a scene from "The Evil Dead."

Ugh, no. No way.

I thought you loved "Evil Dead."

It's just... that scene

where the woods attack and basically rape that one girl

ruins the whole movie for me.

It's, like, did that really need to happen?

So, uh, no "Evil Dead."

Raimi's not even on Mr. Smithee's list,

but you know who is?

The Master of the Macabre himself.

Female victims murdered by masked male psychopaths.

Violence perpetrated against women's bodies by men,

the foundation of almost every horror movie.

If you draw a line backwards through time,

through all the iconic slasher movies

from "Scream" to "Halloween," it leads you back...

to the ur-killing that started it all.

The shower scene from "Psycho."

I see. So, you're going to put yet another

vulnerable young woman

in Norman Bates' crosshairs.

Funny how if there's gonna be a naked murder victim,

people automatically assume it's gonna be a woman.

But we're changing it up.

Our victim will be a vulnerable young man.

Our murderer... will be a woman.

Different genders, different power dynamics,

and none of that transphobic panic shit, either.

Horror... from the point of view of the female gaze.

♪ ♪

Basically, it's a contemporary feminist take

on the shower scene from "Psycho."

[chuckles]

So, who's down to be my modern-day Marion Crane?

Baby on board.

Plus, your mom's actually gonna murder me

if I don't finish going through all the stuff at my house.

Fair... Mouse?

This might be a good time to tell you that

I don't really like horror movies. Sorry.

Also fair.

Noa!

When and where are you filming?

The boys' locker room. It's part of my concept.

Principal Clanton gave you permission to do that?

Nope. We're gonna have to do it at night and break in.

Oh, a little B&E right before getting my monitor off?

And then there was one...

Faran?

If I agreed... who's the guy I'd be killing?

What about your ballet hottie?

Henry?

He's actually someone I could see myself dating,

so I'd rather not stab him to death. No.

Okay. Well...

this short is really, really important to me.

I have to get it right.

So, I need a guy who isn't shy,

someone who won't balk at being objectified.

[Greg shouting] The legend is back!

Yeah, boys! What's up?

Someone like?

[indistinct chatter]

Well, he's definitely done grieving.

Hey, Greg. Got a second?

Hayworth...

What the fuck? You made that video of Karen.

And it's truly the biggest regret of my life.

I've got a few of those.

And I know she fucked with you and your friends.

She did.

But still, no excuse.

Look, Greg, I'm making another video,

but don't worry, this one's fully sanctioned.

Has anyone ever told you that you look like Ryan Reynolds?

I saw you today showin' off in the cafeteria.

Have you ever thought about acting?

I don't know. What's the movie?

It's for Mr. Smithee's class.

Have you ever seen Hitchcock's "Psycho"?

Girl stops at a motel, takes a shower,

guy comes in, kills her, but I'm flipping it,

and I need a guy who's not shy,

confident in his own skin.

-Who else is in the movie? -Faran Bryant.

And I kill her?

No... She kills you.

But basically, it-it's a shower scene with hot girl, right?

-Mm-hm. -Sweet.

I'm in.

Excellent.

Nice extension.

I'm sorry we have to do this, okay?

Honestly, I have no idea why Giry even asked me to help you.

I'm not as good of a dancer as you are.

But that doesn't matter

because I have an asterisk by my name.

Asterisk, Faran Bryant,

the only reason she got cast as the Black Swan

is because she's Black.

At least... that's what your sister said.

But...

she didn't actually use that word,

-did she? -Wow, Kelly...

I thought Karen was the gaslighting microaggressor,

not you.

That wasn't just in my head.

Now, as to why you're coaching me...

Giry also feels sorry for you 'cause your sister died.

So, let's just get through this, all right?

Look...

we don't have to practice together.

I'll just go do my thing, and...

you just be a queen, girl.

You just be a queen, girl.

You must be keen to get your ankle monitor off later this week, huh?

I said, "Are you keen?"

I am.

Yeah, yes.

But I'm not done with you yet.

If you meet the requirements of your probation

for one year exactly,

your record will be wiped clean.

Otherwise, there will

be consequences.

Shawn: You've been quiet, Noa. Everything okay?

Yeah. It's just...

Sheriff Beasley's riding my ass to the bitter end.

That asshole.

If he only knew the truth, right?

Shawn, don't start up with that again, please.

-You're not even supposed to know about... -What really happened?

I'm sorry, but it's shitty that you're dealing with any of this

when the person who's really to blame is...

-[knocks on door] -Marjorie: Hey, honey.

Hey, hey, Shawn.

I got off early. Thought we could go to a movie maybe?

Shawn, you're welcome to join us.

Nah, I'm good, um.

I should be getting home anyway, but you guys go.

I'll talk to you later, babe.

[grunts]

[eerie music playing]

-Imogen: One more game? -Davie: Yes, but a different one.

Do you believe in ghosts?

[thunder rumbles]

-[knocks on door] -Hey.

Can we hang out after school tomorrow with the girls?

A Losers Club reunion? I'm down.

We're not shooting till Wednesday night. What's up?

I thought, maybe...

we could try to contact my mother.

Hey, did you tell Kelly that the only reason

she's coaching you is because her sister died?

Why would you do that?

Because, Henry, unlike everyone else,

I cannot pretend that I suddenly like Kelly.

I'm not wired that way. Sorry.

How about just having sympathy for her?

It's hard to muster sympathy for someone coaching you

when they're not even a good dancer.

I disagree.

While you were in detention,

I worked with Kelly every day

and she's gotten better. A lot better.

It's almost like I'm dancing with Karen again.

Faran: Like Karen? In what way?

Just... can you cut her some slack?

[tense music playing]

I'm sorry, Kelly, about how I acted at our last sesh.

I was out of line, and...

I'm sorry about Karen.

I haven't even said that to you yet.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

You must really miss her a lot.

It's...

hard to even think about, honestly.

I remember reading this article

about twins once and it said that

sometimes when something bad happens to one twin,

a trauma of some kind,

the other one can feel it, too.

-It was a little bit like that, yeah. -Yeah.

You'd do pretty much anything for each other.

I mean, would've done anything

back when Karen was alive.

Yes.

I mean...

-yeah, she was my... -Soulmate?

Best friend, I was gonna say.

Yeah, that's... her leotard you're wearing, isn't it?

Maybe we should get started.

Absolutely.

Um, I guess I'll start.

We're, um...

gathered here to make contact

with the spirit of Davie Lee Adams...

my mom.

[tense music playing]

Mom...

it's me...

Imogen.

I guess what I really want to know is...

are you okay?

Or... at peace?

-[gasps] -Who's moving it?

-I-I'm not doing it. -Uh, don't look at me.

Everyone, take your hands off.

Mom...

what happened to you?

Did you...

Did you die... alone?

Or is there someone else with you?

Did it have something to do with Angela Waters?

Please.

I need to know.

There has to be an explanation.

Why would you leave me?

[cries] If you really did kill yourself out of guilt,

then you had to have known that

I'd be the one to find you in the tub

and deal with all this bullshit.

Alone.

Seriously? You have nothing to say?

After everything that you have put me through, you abandoned me.

I have no one...

and nothing.

Say... something.

Please.

It is the least that you could do.

-Imogen... -Let her work it out.

You know what, Mom?

[yells] Fuck you!

I hate you!

And you wanna know what else?

I'm glad that this place is selling

because I don't wanna think about you anymore.

Can we please get the fuck out of here? Please?

Yes.

But, you're wrong...

about having no one.

Yeah...

you have us.

We're here for you, Imogen.

For sure. We are.

To quote "Chucky"...

[chuckles]

"Friends till the end."

-Yeah. -[all chuckling]

[knocks on door]

How can we help you, Sheriff?

Terms of your probation

allow me to make unscheduled

drop-ins and searches.

Yeah, but you haven't done any this whole time.

I'll start in your bedroom.

[tense music playing]

Bathroom?

-What are these? -They're not mine.

They're magnesium to help me sleep.

Oh my god. I got them from the school nurse. Ask her.

-[sighs] -What a psycho.

What's in your bag, Mom?

You using again?

I sometimes take a quarter Oxy for my back pain

but that's it.

[sighs]

Noa: These aren't even yours.

[door shuts]

Are you excited?

For what?

Are you kidding?

Today is your last day wearing that ankle monitor.

Um, yeah. Guess I'll be more excited tomorrow.

Greg: So, how do we even get into the building tonight?

Uh, me. I'm gonna hang out after school

at the A/V studio,

and then at 9:00, I'll meet everyone at the side door.

It's a quick setup. We should be shooting by 10,

done by midnight.

And let me stress,

this is a somewhat intimate scene,

so I wanna make sure everyone feels safe

and supported,

and that we're in control.

You've got my shot list and the storyboards I drew,

so there shouldn't be surprises.

Any questions?

What are you using for blood,

and am I getting any on me?

Hm, Hitchcock used Hershey syrup.

We're using corn syrup

mixed with red food coloring,

and no, like in the original,

the violence will be implied more than shown.

Too bad, 'cause I'm always down

for a meaningful exchange of bodily fluids.

Tabby: Okay, Greg, that is exactly

the kind of bullshit I don't wanna hear on my set.

What about our costumes?

We will have them waiting for you.

Full Marion Crane.

I have to wear a costume?

You're wearing a Speedo.

That makes zero sense. I wouldn't be showering with a Speedo on.

We're not gonna see the Speedo. We're shooting around it.

The nudity, like the violence, will be suggested.

Any other questions?

Yeah, in case this turns into a porno,

are you guys providing the condoms

or should I bring my own?

-Oh my god. -What the actual fuck?

I'm just messin' around. I hear you.

Okay? Safe set, promise.

Tabby: Thank you.

Moving on. [sighs]

[sighs]

[light music playing]

Davie: I have a surprise for you.

[chuckles] When I was your age, I wrote everything down.

Hm. So do I... right before I post it.

[chuckling]

This is for you and nobody else.

Every girl has her secrets.

If you spark to it, I'll get you another one, okay?

And if you're like me, you'll have them for life.

[gasps]

[grunts, sighs]

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

Tabby: Thanks for doing this.

I'm happy for the distraction.

Is Kelly being awful?

Let's just say she's giving off some serious

Karen vibes.

Mm.

Can I share kind of a crazy theory with you about Kelly being K...

Greg: Hey, guys.

Never mind. It's too crazy.

-Sorry, sorry. -Ladies first.

Yeah, half pepperoni, half cheese.

How long will that be?

-Great, thanks. -[ends call]

[phone dings]

[ominous music playing]

-Faran: How was that? -Good, but we're gonna go again,

and this time what I'm looking for is your intention.

I want to see it in your eyes.

Hitchcock was all about the eyeballs.

-My intention being? -You had dinner with Norman.

You're attracted to him, aroused by him,

so in true slasher fashion,

you're gonna penetrate him.

Oh, with your knife.

You're gonna stab him.

-Got it. -Chip: All right, back to one.

And rolling.

And... action.

[staccato violins playing]

And cut!

Ooh, that was awesome! It gave me literal chills.

Now, you can relax

and we're gonna move on to Greg's coverage.

What am I supposed to be doing? Just showering?

For context, you just had dinner with Marion.

She gave you wine,

but didn't have any herself.

Maybe she even slipped something into your drink.

You're vulnerable.

A damsel in distress.

-Yeah, right. A damsel? -And then, Greg, while you were just showering,

we are going to be breaking the last taboo.

-What's the last taboo? -Oh, it's nothing bad.

We're just going to show a hot male body...

namely yours...

violated by a female phallus... Faran's!

-I'm gonna need like five. -Five and we'll go.

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

Chip: So, if we start on this shot, we can move to this shot

and then I won't have to change the lighting setup until we get down here.

-Um... -Oh my god.

He's totally naked.

-Where's your damn Speedo, Greg? -[laughs]

It was uncomfortable. It was tugging at my balls.

-And isn't it more authentic this way? -Tabby: Why do you always

-have to be such a fucking clown? -I didn't hear you complaining

when you asked me to be in your little movie.

And what the hell did I say at our meeting?

That I wanted a safe set. You naked, not safe, not cool.

Greg: I don't mind personally,

and like you said, I'm not shy because there is

-no reason to be. -Tabby: Oh!

Plus, I gave up carbs for this, so.

It's not about you!

It's disrespectful to your costar!

Yo, Faran, you mind?

Ballet's a lot raunchier than this.

We won't see anything on camera.

We should roll soon, though. It's gettin' kinda late.

Let's take another five.

-Chip: Tabby, Tabby, where you goin'? -For a walk.

[sighing]

[sniffling]

[ominous music playing]

[breathing heavily]

You're okay.

You're okay. You're okay. You're okay.

You're okay.

[exhales]

Chip, what's going on?

Oh, hey. Everything okay? You good?

I-I'm fine. Where are Faran and Greg?

Oh, they just, they just left.

But we barely got half the scene.

I didn't know where you were,

-and you weren't answering your phone. -I didn't have my phone.

Yeah, I know. It's here.

But Faran and Greg were gettin' kinda cold,

and wanted to go home, so I finished the scene.

What do you mean? You shot it?

Yeah, but d-don't worry.

I followed the storyboards exactly.

Is that not okay?

No, it's fine.

Okay.

♪ ♪

[door buzzing]

Yes?

Delivery Driver: Pizza delivery.

Finally. Come on up.

Actually, uh, my car is running, so...

Jesus. I'll be right down.

[elevator dings]

[ominous music playing]

[glass clinking]

[elevator dings]

[doorknob jiggling]

♪ ♪

-[screaming] Help! Help! Help! -[baby crying]

-Help! -[banging on doors]

[breathing heavily]

[screaming]

-[screaming] -[grunting]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[panting]

[screams] Fuck you!

Why don't you come and get me, you little bitch?!

[beeping]

What do you want?!

Just tell me!

Punish... the guilty.

The guilty?

Who's guilty?

Your mother.

[tense music playing]

[ringback tone]

Operator: [on phone] Millwood General Hospital, how may I direct your call?

[crying] Security, please.

Operator: One moment.

-Security: Security? -[exhales]

One of your nurses...

Marjorie Olivar...

has been stealing drugs from the hospital pharmacy.

Security: Come again?

Check her purse.

[sobbing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[inaudible]

♪ ♪

[Karen gasps]

Faran: Thanks for meeting me, Henry.

Sure. What's up?

I need your help...

and I didn't want to ask over text.

-Ooh, mysterious. -This is gonna sound crazy,

but what if Karen's not really dead?

Faran, we were at the dance. We all saw her fall.

Yeah, but what if that wasn't Karen?

What if it was... Kelly?

They switched places and pretended to be each other all the time.

Faran, this is deranged.

You're the one who said it, Henry.

"It's like dancing with Karen."

Yes, like dancing with Karen,

not actually dancing with Karen.

It's other things, too. Little clues.

But I figured out a way to be sure.

Remember the razorblades in Karen's pointe shoes?

Yeah?

If I'm right,

and Kelly is actually Karen,

she'd have some kind of scar.

[scoffs] And you want me to do your dirty work and check?

All you have to do is offer to give her a foot rub during PT.

And if there's no scar?

I'll let it go.

Promise.

[bell rings]

Imogen: I found my mom's diaries.

All of them.

-What do they say? -It's what they don't say.

This one's from our moms' senior year.

The entries slow down to a trickle, then stop,

-but before that... -Some of the pages are torn out.

Exactly. Why would a girl rip out pages from her own diary?

I mean, the whole point is that it's private, right?

Unless there was something so bad

she wanted to rip it out of existence, even for herself.

And what, you think she destroyed the pages?

Or they're hidden? Maybe somewhere in my house.

Jesus, what happened to you?

Did you get your ankle monitor off?

I did this morning.

[sighs] Guys...

A's back.

And he came after me in person to my building.

-Why you? -Noa: According to the text he sent,

because of something my mom did to Angela Waters.

["Horror Movie" by Skyhooks playing]

♪ Watched a horror movie right there on my TV ♪

♪ Horror movie right there on my TV ♪

♪ Horror movie right there on my TV ♪

♪ Shockin' me right outta my brain ♪

♪ Shockin' me right outta my brain ♪

♪ Watched a horror movie right there on my TV ♪

♪ Horror movie right there on my TV ♪

♪ Horror movie right there on my TV ♪

♪ Shockin' me right outta my brain ♪

♪ Shockin' me right outta my brain ♪

♪ It's bound to get ya in, getcha under your skin ♪

♪ Hit you right on the chin, oh yeah ♪

♪ It's bound to be a thriller ♪

♪ It's bound to be a chiller ♪

♪ It's bound to be a killer, oh yeah ♪

♪ Watched a horror movie right there on my TV ♪

♪ Horror movie right there on my TV ♪

♪ Horror movie right there on my TV ♪

♪ Shockin' me right outta my brain ♪

♪ Shockin' me right outta my brain ♪

-[typing] -[dings]