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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 ♪

♪ ♪

So, yeah.

That... that about covers it.

So, Karen was pushed?

-And Tyler was... -Murdered, yes.

-Both by A. -And A is the train car guy?

Crazy Joe. Joseph England.

You all went to school with him.

He's the one who sent us those creepy text messages

and you all those "gifts."

It was a classic Agatha Christie revenge plot.

He was in love with Angela Waters in high school,

and years later,

set about punishing the people who were,

in his mind, somehow a party to her death.

The sins of the mothers visited upon their daughters.

Why didn't you tell us what was going on?

A threatened us to keep quiet.

We were afraid of what he might do if we didn't follow his rules.

After we found Crazy Joe's body,

we placed an anonymous call to the police.

Imogen: We're assuming they found Joe.

We're also assuming they assumed it was a suicide.

Why kill himself? After everything?

We think probably because Imogen busted his ass...

discovered his identity, where he was living.

Also, maybe...

because he accomplished what he set out to do.

Test us. Make us suffer.

"Punish the guilty."

-His words. -So, now it's time for you guys to tell us the truth,

the whole truth...

about your connection to Angela Waters.

[Sidney sighs]

We...

were bullies... in high school.

Horrible, mean girl bullies.

Angela and I...

were in a secret relationship,

but I denied it

and said she was obsessed with me.

I talked Angela into getting a tattoo.

Even though I knew she'd get in trouble for it

with her holy roller mother.

I was smoking... outside of school.

And when the janitor caught us,

I made Angela say that it was just her.

[sighs]

I wasn't a good friend to her.

Angela confided something in me,

something I should have helped her with.

Her assault?

Imogen: But why?

Why were you all so cruel to Angela?

What was it about that girl?

It-It was a different time.

Girls were meaner in the '90s.

Angela was...

-an easy target. -It was a game.

A, a terrible game.

What about my mom?

What did she do to Angela?

[sighs]

Ms. Haworthe?

One Halloween,

Davie thought it would be funny to make Angela

throw filth at someone's door.

And after Angela did it,

Davie drove away in the car,

and we all just left her there, alone.

So what happens now?

We keep talking to each other...

so nothing like this ever happens again.

But otherwise, everything stays in this room.

And after tonight, we move on.

♪ ♪

Marjorie: In light of everything,

I wanna try to get clean.

For real this time.

Are you thinkin' rehab?

No. I'm gonna do it myself.

Here, at home.

I'm a nurse.

I know how to detox.

-That sounds messy, Mom. -It is.

That's why I, I need you to go

and stay at Shawn's for a few days.

I don't want you to be alone.

I won't be.

I reached out to my sponsor.

-Grace is coming? -She's on her way right now... okay?

But you can help me with something.

What? Anything.

Can you cover my shifts at Pinball Pizza?

For sure.

I'll go tomorrow after school.

And it's really okay for me to crash here?

Of course. Yeah, my parents are totally cool with it.

So long as I, "sleep on the floor."

[laughs] Got it.

Is your mom gonna be okay?

Um, yeah... It's just the flu.

But I can't get sick or Coach D will kill me.

Might be a few days.

Stay as long as you want.

I love that you're here.

Thank you, Shawn.

["Santa, My Wish Is You" by Juliet Piper playing]

♪ Santa, this year my wish is you ♪

[knocks on door]

Hey. I know we're both tired...

but...

we still need to talk about

what you told me.

-It's okay. We don't have to. -We do, baby.

I can't make the same mistake I made with Angela

with my own daughter.

Do you really have... no idea...

who hurt you?

I really don't.

It was...

a blur.

And I'm assuming you didn't go to the police?

Should we go there now? Together?

If he's still out there,

don't you want him caught?

More than anything, but... it's not just about me.

Imogen, she was also...

-Oh no. -We think, maybe, by the same guy.

Aw, you girls. You girls have been through so, so much.

We'll be okay, Mom.

We just need a little more time. Okay?

♪ ♪

[creaking]

♪ ♪

Shawn?

[tense music playing]

Shawn?

-[grunts] -[gasps] Shawn!

It's 4 AM. What's happening?

Couldn't sleep.

Was gettin' some reps in. I'm almost at 350.

[grunts] I'm sorry I woke you, babe.

[groans] Fuck it.

Shawn...

we need to talk...

about the pills you're taking.

You mean my supplements?

I'm pretty sure they're performance enhancers.

Half the team takes them.

-Greg, Bobby... -Shawn,

you told me you weren't taking steroids.

I'm not an addict.

You know how important football is to my family.

Yeah, well, football season's over.

I'm also on the basketball team.

Well, now you're just coming up with excuses to dope.

I know all about those.

What about the inhaler that Beau gave you?

I used it once... and then I threw it out.

Know why?

"A," 'cause it's illegal.

And, "B," 'cause who knows

what that shit'll do to my body.

Same with those pills.

Can you stop?

Please?

I just...

I ju... I can't handle juggling two addicts in my life.

-Hey. -[crying]

Yeah, okay...

but not cold turkey.

I gotta wean myself off it.

♪ ♪

[ominous music playing]

[gasps]

[door creaking]

♪ ♪

[screaming]

[screaming]

[breathing heavily]

Oh my god, oh my god.

Oh my god.

["Feeling Myself" by Wolf Alice playing]

♪ I was always told to give ♪

♪ Give and make it good ♪

♪ Just as misunderstood as him ♪

♪ 'Cause that's no way to live ♪

♪ And that's no way ♪

♪ To play the game of love ♪

♪ Now I'm really feeling myself ♪

♪ Now I really feel myself ♪

Tabby: I hate lying to my mom,

but it's just until we get the DNA results back

-from the blood drive. -That will be a relief.

Or, most likely, it won't.

I know that tone.

What are you thinking, Imogen?

If Crazy Joe wanted us dead,

-he could've killed us in his train car. -Don't remind me.

And when he found me at the Waters house,

it was almost like he panicked.

Okay, we've talked about this, but...

what if Crazy Joe wasn't A?

What if A killed Crazy Joe,

then staged it to look like a suicide?

To, like, throw us off the trail?

Digesting.

It could be his... MO.

And... and maybe A killed my mom

and made it look like a suicide.

Imogen, do you really believe that's what happened?

I don't know anymore, Tabby.

But, if it didn't,

then that means that my mom must've felt

way guiltier about what she did

than your moms, and that...

that just...

doesn't reconcile with who I know my mom to be.

I hear you.

But, at this point...

how can you even find out

what really happened in the bathroom?

I'm... gonna go talk to the coroner after school.

You cannot do this, Kelly.

Father Karras is counting on you.

You can't just abandon him.

I'm not abandoning him, Mama. I can do both.

Why are you two yelling?

Kelly volunteered to help Father Karras

with a youth group at St. Maud's.

But now, she's...

she's working on a dance piece

with one of those girls who hurt Karen.

Faran didn't hurt Karen.

And you would like this piece, Mama, it's biblical.

Can't count on the girl for anything.

Like father, like daughter.

I thought we decided you were done with dancing, Kelly.

Not dancing.

Just "Swan Lake."

It's a shame. I was relieved.

And let's face facts, you never were the dancer your sister was.

You know, Dad, we all miss Karen.

You're not the only one in pain.

But you are the only one who's lashing out like...

like a drunk bully.

And if there were any justice in this world,

it would've been you who slipped and not Karen.

[shouts] Fuck you!

[tense music playing]

[door slams]

You're so troubled, Tom.

So tortured.

♪ ♪

Sorry I didn't text you back.

Last night, I had this... traumatizing

"Come to Jesus" with my one mom.

Then I got home and my other mom

actually asked me to set her up on

lesbian dating apps...

which was somehow even more traumatizing.

Holy shit.

So, are they for sure done-done with each other?

I hope not.

But how are they supposed to work things out when...

they refuse to be in the same room together?

Wait.

Your family loves Disney movies, right?

They don't call me Minnie Mouse for nothin'.

Well...

I think it's time we "Parent Trap" your moms.

Oh... I am...

definitely down to pull a Lindsay Lohan

and force a face-to-face between them.

Great idea.

♪ ♪

Usually with these check-ups, it's just you and me, Imogen.

I know, Nurse Simmons,

-but... -I wanted to be here.

You know, to be supportive...

but I won't say anything else.

Well...

everything seems to be on track

for the 38th week of a pregnancy.

-Not too much longer now. -Oh.

The only thing I am slightly concerned about

is your blood pressure. It's a little high.

My whole life is one big anxiety attack.

Hypertension can lead to risk.

So, it is of paramount importance that you stay calm, Imogen.

No outside stressors, understand?

[upbeat music playing]

♪ It's time to pay attention ♪

♪ Y'all listen up ♪

Tabby: Oh my god, Faran!

I am living for your new look.

Oh... you noticed?

[all laughing]

You're giving off some serious fire emojis right now.

Faran: Thanks.

I'm trying something new.

For the first time in my life,

I'm giving myself permission to

let down my hair and go natural.

New project, new look.

Well, it is working,

and major props to you

for starting an independent study

on top of everything else that we're dealing with.

I mean... evolve or die, right? [laughs]

And not to diminish

the role of a dancer, which I still am,

but choreographers shape the story.

Like with "Forbidden Fruit."

My interpretation of the Adam and Eve story.

When we shot your version of "Psycho,"

honestly, that's what inspired me to talk to Giry

about creating a dance piece.

Really?

[laughs]

Aw! [laughs]

-I am obsessed with this lovefest. -Ditto.

-I heart us. -[indistinct chatter]

Whoa.

♪ I'm a bitch, I'm a boss ♪

♪ I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss ♪

♪ I'm a bitch, I'm a boss ♪

♪ I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss ♪

♪ I'm a bitch, I'm a boss ♪

♪ I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss ♪

Is she wearing Karen's clothes?

♪ I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss ♪

Not this shit again.

Well... what do you think?

I mean... it's awesome. [laughs]

Any notes?

Nope.

But, if you want,

I could lend you some of my equipment for your shoot.

Wait, like your Red Komodo camera?

-Yes... -[both laughing]

but you have to be super careful.

-The lenses scratch really easily. -Okay.

Dr. Brundle: What can I do for you, Ms. Adams?

I'm here to confirm the cause

of my mother's death, Dr. Brundle.

Your mother's wounds were self-inflicted.

Yeah, but couldn't someone else have attacked her...

and staged her death to look like a suicide?

There was no evidence to suggest a murder.

Look, I just don't think my mom would've done that.

So, please...

is there any way to double check?

I could perform an autopsy.

-Fantastic. -But...

you'd need to file a petition

for... exhumation.

Fine. Who with?

The County Sheriff.

♪ ♪

Faran: What's going on, Henry?

This isn't something I wanted to text.

Okay... shady.

Henry: After school, Kelly and I

were rehearsing the apple scene from your piece,

like you asked.

And... she kissed me.

Faran: She what?

That bitch kissing you was definitely not a part

of my choreographic vision.

It wasn't a make-out,

and I called her out as soon as it happened.

-What'd she say? -That she just got caught up in the moment.

-Ugh. -And it wouldn't happen again.

I... appreciate your honesty...

but I am going to talk to Kelly about this.

I figured.

W...

Was Kelly really the one...

initiating the kiss?

Uh, yeah.

Why would I wanna kiss Kelly when I have you?

It's just...

you haven't said anything about my new look.

Yeah, I noticed...

if that's what you're asking.

And you look gorgeous.

Why didn't you say so?

To be honest, I didn't want to risk offending you,

saying the wrong thing.

But you look incredible.

-Uh, then again, you always look incredible. -[chuckles]

["I'm On My Own" by Adam Hamwandi playing]

♪ I found you in my... ♪

[Corey clears throat]

That's enough of that.

Say goodnight, Prince Charming.

Cinderella has homework.

[Faran laughs]

♪ ♪

Elodie: I can't believe you "Parent Trapped" us.

Well, we're here now.

Might as well all get to know each other.

Excellent idea, Mom.

Noa: Mm-mm.

-Thanks, Noa. -Noa: You got it.

And refills are on the house tonight.

So, Ash, as a young trans man in Millwood...

are you ever scared?

[sighs] I'm so, so embarrassed and... so sorry

my moms are insane.

-All those questions were... -Were intense,

but I think her heart was in the right place.

God, it's just all dysfunction... all the time.

Mouse, did you ever reach out to your dad?

Yeah, we reconnected on Thanksgiving.

Well, if you ever want the three of us to do something,

like, you know, go bowling...

I'm down.

Um...

that maybe could be arranged.

[tense music playing]

Hi, princess.

What the fuck do you want?

I'm here to collect tonight's tips... like I always do.

Wait, you harass my mother at work?

-She owes me, is all. -She doesn't owe you anything

or want anything to do with you.

Be seeing you.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

Where've you been?

The last showtime was at 7:30.

Sorry, I was working on my short with Wes. He dropped me off.

Would it kill you to text me the next time you're running late?

Definitely not. I will text you next time, sorry.

-[kisses] -I love you, Mom.

I'm going upstairs to do my homework.

♪ ♪

Sidney: It's late.

Imogen's already in bed.

Yeah, we had to stay and do inventory.

Wes gave me a ride.

Wes gave me a ride.

Exhuming a corpse isn't like petitioning for a traffic light.

I would need an awfully compelling reason to take it to the judge.

My mother didn't kill herself.

She was murdered.

Is that compelling enough?

[sighs]

Murdered... how? And by whom?

And why come to me now months after the fact?

Remember how badly...

you wanted to know what happened to Karen in those rafters?

I need to know what happened in that bathroom.

If there is even a chance

my mother didn't choose to leave me...

that would make all the difference in the world.

♪ ♪

All right, Imogen, I'll help you.

Really?

Thank you. Thank you.

But I will need the consent of an adult.

Davie's next of kin.

Would...

my father qualify?

[texting]

Hi, Kelly.

Anything you'd like to share with me?

-Henry told you? -He did.

-It was an accident. -Oh, come on.

It was a mistake. I'm sorry.

Okay, I don't know what I was doing or thinking,

so just please get off my case.

Things have been really, really intense at home, and I...

Kelly... your leg.

Kelly: Oh god...

um... it's my period.

-Sorry, I have to go. -Kelly, what is that?

♪ ♪

It's my... sewing kit.

Kelly, talk to me.

[crying]

It's my dad.

I mean, he's always been bad,

but it's gotten so much worse for my mom and I since...

It's like he resents that Karen's dead...

and that I'm alive.

-I'm sure he doesn't. -Oh, he does.

He said as much.

He's a lunatic, okay?

Do not listen to him.

And, hurting yourself is not the answer.

What do I do, Faran?

Sometimes I wish the same thing he does.

That I was Karen.

-Or that I was the one... -Don't say that, Kelly.

Don't even think it.

Fuck him. Fuck your dad, okay?

Just promise me you won't hurt yourself anymore,

and that you'll talk to someone.

Why are you being so nice to me?

[chuckles]

My sister and I were horrible to you.

-You were. -[both chuckling]

Yes.

-[sniffs] -But...

maybe we can break that cycle.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Yo, table for five?

Noa?

Why aren't you guys at basketball practice?

We ended early. Why aren't you at track practice?

Um...

[sighs] I'm covering my mom's shift.

I lied.

My mom doesn't have the flu.

She-she's at home... detoxing.

Wow. Of course, she is.

You of all people should not judge.

Hey, don't compare me to your mom.

I mean, it's not like I'm taking drugs recreationally.

Neither did she.

For the record, my mom started using to help with the pain

from working long hours and being on her feet all night.

I didn't know about your mom. I'm sorry.

If you truly mean that... throw away those pills.

I already did. You can check my bag,

you can check my locker, you can check my room.

Yo, Noble, are we ordering, or going, or what?

We'll go.

But I'll see you tonight.

I'm gonna go check in on my mom,

but I'll text you.

And, Shawn...

thank you.

["Jolly Old Saint Nicholas" by Caveboy playing]

[friends making kissing noises]

♪ Wants a storybook ♪

["Outta my Way" by FJORA playing]

[phone chimes]

♪ Well, guess who's back with vengeance ♪

[typing]

♪ I got my army, get your defenses ♪

♪ I've seen it all, the darkness calling me ♪

[intense music playing]

Get away from my daughter.

Mom? What are you doing here?

Get away from her, I said.

-Tabs? -How old are you anyway? 30?

I-I'm in my 20s.

Makin' a teenage girl work late,

givin' her rides home.

I was helping Tabby with her shot list.

'Cause you were grooming her... preying on her.

-Mom, please. -I made a move on her one time,

-and I apologized. -That's it. Motherfucker, I am callin' the police.

-The police?! Wait, hang on. -Mom, stop!

-You don't know what you're doing. -I am protecting you

from this, this... rapist.

-Oh! -Oh my god! Mom, come with me.

If I see you within 10 feet of my daughter,

-I will cut your fuckin' dick off. -Mom!

♪ ♪

Mom, seriously, you need to calm down.

Do not tell me to calm down,

not after what he did to you.

Wes didn't do it. He... He wasn't the one.

Nine times out of ten, it's someone you know.

Maybe... but we think it was someone at school.

-Probably a jock. -A jock?

We were both at parties

with a bunch of football players.

Then, then let's tell that to Principal Clanton.

Mom...

we have a plan.

♪ ♪

[exhales] We collected DNA from a bunch of students,

from the football team's locker room, from the blood drive,

and we're comparing it to DNA from Imogen's baby

to see if there's a match.

-What? -Noa's mom is helping us.

If there's a match from that group,

then we can go to the police or whoever you want.

Look, given everything,

we thought that the more proof we have,

the more chance the people in charge

will actually do something.

I'll talk to Corey.

See if... she knows anyone in the DA's office

to help us navigate this.

♪ ♪

Steve: You know, I'm really glad we're doing this.

Aren't you, Mouse?

Yeah... definitely.

And, Ash... you're a good guy.

I'm glad my little girl's dating someone like you.

Thank you, sir.

Your daughter is a rock star.

I can't take the credit for that.

Her moms are responsible.

And I'm hoping to make up for lost time.

[phone ringing]

Uh... sorry, I should take this.

Why don't you two pick out your bowling balls?

[bowling pins crashing]

You're lucky you caught me, Bryant. I was on my way out.

I'm here to talk about Kelly.

Your daughter's cutting herself.

-Do you understand what I mean when I say that? -I do...

-but Kelly's not doing that. -I've seen the blood.

And she's doing it because you're abusing her.

I have never laid a hand on my daughter.

I mean verbally... emotionally.

So I'm here to do something no one, it seems,

has ever done before,

hold you accountable.

I know all about the boy.

Or is it boys?

How you abuse your power.

Make them give you favors.

Olivar is gonna get herself hauled back to juvie

if she keeps spreading lies.

Noa didn't tell me anything,

but now I can't wait to ask her about it.

What do you want, you little bitch?

If you so much as raise your voice to Kelly

while I get her the help she needs,

I'll blow the whistle on you.

Also, I recommend you step down

as Community Service Leader,

effective immediately.

You really shouldn't be around young people...

Sheriff.

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[laughs] What's so funny?

Are you going somewhere...

Dad?

-Do not call me that. -What's...

going on? What happened?

I have to leave right fucking now.

♪ ♪

Chip: What was all that with your mom?

Just an epic misunderstanding.

My mom thought Wes had been...

inappropriate with me.

Has he been? 'Cause to be honest, I've... wondered.

Wondered what, Chip?

I mean, has Wes ever tried anything with you?

Once, but... nothing happened.

And, um, where's this coming from?

-Are you jealous? -What? No.

And anyway, aren't you into Imogen?

Only 'cause you wouldn't give me a shot.

Wait, are you saying you're not into Imogen?

Because she's definitely into you,

-so if you're not... -I am, I am.

Good, 'cause I don't want her to get hurt.

And I don't want you to get hurt with Wes.

-[scoffs] -He's said things, okay?

-What things? -How he wants to fuck you, okay?

He's a creep, and I don't trust him, so just be careful.

♪ ♪

[eerie, tense music playing]

Hi... Dad.

Sawyer: What brings you here, Imogen?

I need your written permission to exhume Mom's body.

I don't believe she killed herself.

I think there's more to the story, but I need proof.

I, uh...

I brought the form.

You know, Imogen, when your mom and I were first together,

she struggled on and off with depression.

How...

serious?

I mean...

bad was it?

She saw therapists...

took medications.

There was a... push and pull with her.

Sometimes it would be like she had gotten on the other side of it,

and then...

it'd be bad again.

Around the holidays?

Yeah.

There was one New Year's Eve where

Davie took a combination of alcohol and pills.

Maybe it was accidental,

maybe not.

Dad, did she ever open up to you?

About why she was struggling?

I think maybe somethin' happened in high school

because she wouldn't talk about that time in her life much either.

Mm-mm.

You know the thing I'm wrestling with...

is the mom I knew wasn't that way.

She loved life...

radiated love.

Yeah.

Well, that was because she changed.

She eventually completely emerged from her depression.

What happened?

What turned her?

You did.

When she got pregnant with you,

her whole outlook on life transformed.

No more pills...

no more days in bed.

She said, "No little girl will be more loved than Imogen.

No little girl... will be more cherished."

♪ ♪

What about you?

[sniffs]

Why didn't you want me?

Imogen, I couldn't take care of you.

Not the way you needed.

Livin' next to a quarry's no place for a young girl to grow up.

Davie knew that.

But even after she died?

It's not what your mom wanted.

Drew it up in her will years after you were born,

that if anything ever happened to her...

you would live with Sidney Haworthe.

Davie said she'd take care of you

like you were her own.

Is that true?

Is she... taking good care of you?

[chuckles]

She is.

I'll sign whatever you need.

Not just because I should...

but because I know you're right.

Your mom would never choose to leave you.

♪ ♪

Thank you, Dad.

And, um... [sniffs]

-if you can think of anything else... -I'll call you.

I will.

Promise.

♪ ♪

Sidney: Nine times out of ten, it's someone you know.

♪ ♪

But Wes wasn't at the parties.

[party music playing]

Chip: Tabby. [laughs]

-You wanna sip? -No, I'm good.

Come on, it's a party, Tabs.

A party that you wanted to come to.

Chip, are you sloppy drunk right now?

-Definitely not. -[both laughing]

Let me get you some water.

Tabby.

Wait, wait...

I don't... think of you that way.

We're friends, Chip.

-Best friends. -Right.

Probably should've figured that out... by now.

-I'm gonna go. -Uh, wait, Chip, I'll leave with you.

Honestly, Tabby, I just think I'd rather be alone right now.

[tense music playing]

It happened the same night as that fucked-up party

at Karen's house back in March.

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

Mom? Everything okay?

♪ ♪

Oh my...

Guys, my mom heard from the lab.

She got the DNA results.

There's a match.

-Was it a football player? -No.

No, the match came from the blood on one of the cotton balls,

not the locker room.

Mouse: Oh my god.

So, our process of elimination worked.

And now we know it wasn't a jock,

but some other creep at school.

These are the names of all the boys who donated blood.

There are 66 of them, so one of these 66...

is the person who did this to me.

And maybe Tabby.

So, what happens now?

I'll take the list. My mom said she'd talk to the D.A.,

help us figure out next steps.

Well, we have to retest those 66 boys.

Sixty-five because it definitely wasn't Henry.

Or Shawn.

Or Ash.

Or Chip.

♪ ♪

Tabby: You invited me to a party, Greg.

Over the summer, in the woods behind the school...

with a bonfire.

-You were there. -Yeah.

-Do you remember? -Yeah, I think so.

Okay, great.

Well, can you remember if

one person, specifically, was there?

Chip... My friend.

He helped us with the "Psycho" shoot.

-Could he have been there? -Maybe?

I do remember some nitwits crashing.

-It's possible. -Okay.

Um, why can't you just ask him?

Stephanie... you have to buy me milk today.

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

What do you want, Steve?

No... you know what? Don't answer that.

I don't actually give a shit.

-I am done play-acting with you. -Steve [crying]: It's Rachel.

They found her.

What?

Oh, oh my god. Where?

Where was she? I-Is she home now?

Steve: No, Mouse...

they found... her body...

in a landfill.

Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry.

Steve: Can I see you... please?

I need someone to talk to.

♪ ♪

Of course.

Where are you?

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

[librarian groans]

Sheriff Beasley, any news?

Sheriff Beasley: What kind of game are you playing?

I told you it would take some time for the judge

to review your request, but you just couldn't wait, could you?

Wait for what?

Sheriff Beasley: I'm at the cemetery.

Your mother's grave is dug up. Her body's missing.

♪ ♪

[students exclaiming]

-Steve: Rachel. -Mouse: Steve.

-Steve: Rachel. -Mouse: It wasn't your fault.

I should've been looking for my only daughter,

but no.

No, I, I was playing.

I, I was playing with, with you.

-[cries] Oh, Rachel. Daddy's so sorry. -[phone dings]

Don't, don't answer that.

I'm not.

What can I do?

Tell me so I can help.

♪ ♪

Um...

uh, m-maybe, um...

maybe we should call my moms?

Here... put these on.

Rachel.

♪ ♪

Mom, what's going on?

-Your father was arrested. -What?! Why?

Apparently, his tail light was out,

which makes zero sense because he just replaced them.

And they're telling me he resisted arrest.

-That doesn't sound like Dad. -Of course not!

It sounds like some racist Millwood cop abusing his power.

-I'll come with you. -Absolutely not.

My Uber is here. You stay put.

I'll... I'll get your father home.

-[sighs] -[door closes]

Ash: Mouse cut out of school early

and she hasn't been answering my calls or texts.

We had kind of a crazy night with her dad at the bowling alley.

Mouse has been in touch with her father?

Yeah. I've met Steve a couple of times now.

That's not Mouse's father's name.

Dee, what are you doing?

I can track Mouse's location.

Yes, Shirley, I can track our daughter.

And right now, we should all be thankful for that.

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

[door closes]

-What the fuck is he doing here? -Noa.

[panting]

-Noa. Noa! -Get the fuck out of my fucking house!

-Marjorie: Stop it! -Get the hell out of my house!

Listen to me.

Baby, listen to me. I called him.

-I needed the help. -Help? From him?

You don't need that kind of help, Mom.

[pounding on door]

Oh! Mouse, thank god.

Mouse, honey, what are you doing here?

My motel room is literally down the hall.

And why are you dressed that way?

[Steve crying]

Elodie: Wait, I know him.

Ash: Mouse, what's going on?

Um... my... friend...

Steve, got some...

bad news today about his daughter, Rachel.

I don't understand.

We were, um... playing pretend.

Both of us.

But now...

[exhales] the game's over.

I'm so sorry.

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

-Faran! -Kelly,

I have to talk to you and your mom.

There's something you need to know about your dad.

♪ ♪

Oh my god.

With...

With boys from Community Service?

I-I had no idea.

He's gone off the deep end,

went after my dad, and it's gonna get worse.

♪ ♪

[ominous music playing]

-[gasps] -[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[phone ringing]

Dad, hey... um... what's going on?

Sawyer: I remembered somethin'.

I don't know what started your mom's troubles,

but she did mention her high school sweetheart once or twice.

-Maybe he can help. -What-What was his name?

Some Tom... somethin'. Tommy.

["Pull Me Under" by Bassline Drift & Deadly Avenger playing]

Tom...

-Beasley? -Sawyer: I'm not sure. Maybe.

♪ ♪

Did you know, Mama?

Yes.

He's always had his demons.

Even back in high school...

when he...

he forced himself on that poor girl

just to... prove something.

♪ ♪

Imogen: Mom?

Oh my god.

Faran: Mrs. Beasley?

What poor girl?

Her name was...

Angela.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

-[typing] -[dings]