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In the hellscape that is high school,

I am going to reveal the truth

about all of you miserable assholes,

just like I did last year,

when I leaked some photos

that got half the basketball team expelled.

- You liar!

- Helped a lot of couples see each other

for who they really are.

And of course, I kept you up to date with the who's who

of addicts, anorexics and alcoholics.

Privacy is a thing of the past.

I know everything that went down this summer.

And on Friday night, I'll take down

four of Bayview's biggest offenders.

- And I know Friday is a long way away,

so here's a preview to get you through the week.

Perfect timing.

Hope you're hungry. - Not really.

I'll just have some coffee.

- Sure, so you can crash by third period?

It's not like this semester determines whether or not

you get into Yale.

- You need to feed your brain. Eat.

I can feel my SAT scores going up already.

- Did you see that asshole's already posting?

- Hola, Papa. - Buenos días, mi'jitas.

- First up, I have a bad report card

on a straight-A student making her About That debut.

She might be top of her class, but that doesn't mean

I can't get her thrown out on her ass.

- Ew, can you guys not? We're eating.

- Well, if not for this, you wouldn't exist.

- Gross.

Who do you think it's about?

- I have no idea.

- Now, I know you school spirit sheep

can't wait to cheer on the Wildcats this year.

But trust me,

I'll be the real winner when I reveal one MVP's

sweaty locker room secret.

- Hey, how'd it go?

- Good, just four miles.

Kept the pace light. - Good.

Take it easy at practice, okay?

Gotta save that arm for the showcase.

- Dad, come on.

I know how to prep for a game.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You think that's because you've had

your old man training you your whole life?

- What's up? - I mean,

it might have a little something to do with it.

- All right, good.

- Listen. Just remember,

next Friday isn't just a game, okay?

It's major league scouts. - Major league scouts.

- The reason we moved cross-country.

All right? Don't forget that.

Cooper.

- Yeah, Dad.

I got it.

- I know you all like a good love story,

but I prefer a bad one.

So I can't wait to tell you

which of Bayview's varsity skank squad

isn't as wrapped around her boyfriend's finger

as much as you might've thought.

Turns out, she's been wrapped around another guy's...

well, you know.

- Addy.

Jake's here.

- Is that what you're wearing?

- What's wrong with it?

- You just gotta work with what you got, babe.

Wouldn't want Jake's eyes wandering, do you?

- Hey, Miss P.

- How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ann?

- Damn, Ads.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Come here.

We're gonna be late.

- We'll be quick.

Come on, Addy.

I didn't know we were carpooling.

Yeah, sorry.

TJ crashed his Jeep again.

- You guys, let's go. We're gonna be late.

Girl, I hope he at least made you come.

- God, you are such a perv.

I was just finishing my makeup.

- Let's see.

I love a natural glow.

- I don't get it. - It means they just had sex.

- My final story on Friday

will be about one of my regulars:

Bayview's most eligible felon.

I know, even I've gotten bored

of writing about how everyone wants to fuck a bad boy.

But believe me,

I've got so much fresh dirt,

his probation officer's gonna fuckin' bury him in it.

- Hey, babe.

- Who the fuck are you? - My God.

- Study buddy.

- Babe, wait. Seriously, I can explain.

- Just wait!

- I know that coming back to school sucks,

but I'm here to promise that it will not be boring.

- May I have your attention please?

Will John Staddon

please report to the principal's office?

- This place is such a cliché.

It's like everyone's here to audition

for the reboot of a John Hughes movie.

- Except none of them even know who John Hughes is.

- That's the most tragic part.

They don't recognize the historic forces

that have conspired to make them

exactly who they are.

- You guys had better be coming to my party on Friday.

It's gonna be sick.

- I'll be there. - You will.

- I got you. - And you?

- Damn! - Nice.

- How is it only fifth period,

and I'm already completely stressed?

- Because we're taking all AP classes.

Excuse me.

- What? - I'll have a grape of yours.

- You can have a grape.

- What the fuck, Nate? - What?

- You totally left me on read this morning.

- Yeah. - I had a, um,

situation this morning.

- Are you seriously posting from campus?

It's like you want Gupta to shut you down.

- I'm not worried.

Principal Gupta would rather die

than censor anyone's unique form of self-expression.

She might have become a fascist over the summer.

We don't know. A lot can happen in two months.

- Well, even if she did...

Which she did not...

She can't prove it's me.

According to my VPN, I just posted from Tokyo.

It's your lucky day.

I know you said you'd have to wait until Friday,

But looking at all of you

and your boring, predictable little cliques,

talking about the same predictable bullshit,

makes me realize that it is my moral duty

to do something to make this day more interesting.

So here's a little taste to hold you over

until the end of the week.

By now, most of you have probably noticed the new girl,

FJ, making friends with the theater nerds.

She may look harmless,

but don't be fooled by her innocent smile.

Turns out, she's only here

because she got kicked out of her last school

for stabbing her English teacher in the back...

Literally.

Good thing her daddy's rich,

or she'd be eating lunch behind bars right now.

- Wait, guys, did something just happen?

- I promised this year wouldn't be boring.

And I never break a promise.

- Welcome to AP Physics.

If you're looking for Phys Ed, that's in the gym,

and I recommend you leave now.

Physics tells us that the universe

is governed by immutable laws...

Kind of like my classroom.

If you break my laws,

you'll find out that for every boneheaded action,

there is an equal and opposite reaction.

- Bronwyn,

how good of you to help me demonstrate this concept.

Is this yours?

Yes, but my phone's in my locker.

Open it.

This... this isn't my phone.

- Your action was to bring a cell phone into class.

And my equal and opposite reaction

is to give you detention.

- What?

That's not fair because that's not my phone.

- It is fair.

And it's final.

You can have your phone back after detention.

Okay, people, let's open our books now.

Page 18.

- Hey.

You ready to school me in debate?

- So ready.

I just have to make a quick stop first.

- Okay, cool. - In detention.

Bronwyn Rojas.

Detention on the first day of school?

- It's a total misunderstanding.

Can you tell Ms. Fox I'll be late?

- Sure.

I'm gonna stop by the cafeteria.

Lemon Snapple?

- You're the best.

- Bronwyn.

I'm flattered. I...

I didn't know you were a fan.

- I'm not. That was a hate read.

That's a shame.

Out of everyone, I thought you would get it.

- Get what?

- That I'm doing a public service.

You don't think girls deserve to know

that Reggie has a camera hidden above his bed?

So it's a feminist app?

You're like a teenage Ronan Farrow?

So you do get it.

- Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.

Small world.

Me too.

- Congratulations.

You're the only five students in this entire school

who could still get detention every day this year.

In my experience,

the students who get detention

on the first day of school end up here a lot.

So we might as well get to know each other.

I want you to write an essay introducing yourselves

and reflecting on what you did to get here.

There will be no talking, no passing notes,

and no more doodling.

- Ms. Avery,

I know you didn't believe me in class,

but that phone you found wasn't mine,

so I technically don't belong here.

No, Bronwyn would never intentionally break the rules.

- No, I wouldn't.

And I didn't.

See? My phone's right here.

- Did you seriously bring another phone into detention?

Hand it over. - I'm sorry, but

doesn't the fact that you're confiscating my phone twice

seem weird to you?

I mean, why would anyone have two phones?

- Well, I can think of a few reasons.

What about you, Nathan?

- What's your problem, man?

- With you?

- I think you know. - Enough.

Papers and pens out.

- If I'm gonna stay here unfairly,

could I at least use my computer?

I try to avoid paper for environmental reasons.

Well, I try to avoid devices

that connect to the Internet

for "making sure that you actually do your work" reasons.

- But I... - Another word,

and you'll have detention again tomorrow.

And I don't think either of us really wants that, do you?

How are there more questions, Simon?

This is a very simple assignment.

- I just need to go get my water from my locker.

- No, you can go 45 minutes without water.

- Well, actually, no, I can't.

I have xerostomia. It's a medical condition

where my salivary glands underperform.

- Yeah, I know what dry mouth is.

You may get a cup of water from the water cooler.

- The cups have... - And no,

I don't care that the cups are made out of paper,

Bronwyn.

What I do care about

is that everybody is quiet and doing their work.

It's 1,000 words,

so I recommend that you start now.

Shit.

- Okay, I wanna see

real progress on those essays by the time I get back.

My God.

That's the Laguna guys, right?

- That's insane. - It's fucking Laguna.

Addie, do you,

recognize any of those asses?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It just means that you have sex with jocks,

so, you know,

I thought you might have seen 'em naked.

- Your obsession with other people's sex lives

is seriously pathetic.

What about you, Coop?

- What about me, Simon?

- Just from the locker room.

- I don't spend my time at the locker room

staring at other guys' asses.

And of course they got away.

You know, nobody at this school would get called out

for anything if it weren't for me.

- Why do you care what happens to them?

- Well, it's not about them.

It's about the principle of the thing.

- The principle.

- There's so many privileged assholes in this school

who just think they can get away with anything

because, what,

rules don't apply to them?

It's bullshit.

This tastes weird.

I think there's something wrong with this.

Simon, are you okay?

I need my pen.

I need my pen.

- What's wrong with him? - Help!

- I'm calling 911. - What pen, Simon?

- His EpiPen, Jesus. He's allergic.

- What does it look like?

- You don't know what a fucking EpiPen looks like?

- Um, what the...

Hey, you wanna help?

- Yeah, my classmate is having an allergic reaction.

Yeah, he's not... He's not breathing well.

He's having trouble breathing. - Is that the pen?

- No, it's not here.

It's not here. It's not here.

- Go to the nurse's office, see if she has EpiPens, okay?

Go now! Now! - Send an ambulance, quick.

- Simon, you're gonna be okay, all right?

- An ambulance is on the way.

Addy, can you do something? Come help!

- Just breathe. Just stay calm.

You're good.

- Pen, pen! Where's the pen?

- I don't have it!

The nurse wasn't there, and the box was empty.

- Fuck, are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure!

- I don't think he's breathing. - Fuck.

- Can you go check if the paramedics are here?

- Addy? Hey, hey, what happened?

Hey, we saw an ambulance. What happened?

What happened?

- I don't know.

Simon had an allergic reaction or something.

It was so scary. It looked like he was dead.

- It's okay, I got you.

I got you.

- Everyone else knew exactly what to do.

And I just stood there freaking out.

Hey, beautiful.

What's up? - I got your text.

I wanted to make sure you're really okay.

- I'm fine.

I promise.

Are you okay?

- I don't know.

I just keep thinking about his post this morning.

A jock with a secret.

What if he knows?

- That could be about anybody.

I mean, name one jock

that didn't do something messed up this summer.

We're good.

I promise.

- Okay.

- You need a ride or something?

No thanks.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- You don't look good.

I mean,

you look like you just saw...

what you saw.

- He looked like he was dying, don't you think?

- Yeah, he did.

But the ambulance got there really fast, so...

who knows?

I should probably go.

- Nate, um... - Yeah?

- I'm really sorry about your mom.

I should have called. I...

I wanted to, I just...

- I wasn't exactly waiting by the phone.

- No, of course not.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I guess it's a weird time to bring it up.

- No, it's okay.

I get it.

Death makes you think of death.

- So you do think he's dead.

- I don't know, Bronwyn.

It was pretty fucked.

Let me drive you home.

Will you go slow?

It's more fun if I go fast.

Yeah, I'll go slow.

- You're gonna want to hold on tighter than that.

That was kind of awesome.

- Yeah, you should see how it feels

when I hit the speed limit.

- I don't think I can handle that.

- Ooh, you got a helmet line.

- Hey, isn't that Simon's...

- Sorry, it's my mom.

Yeah.

- Hi, Mom.

My God. Are you... are you sure?

Yeah, no, I'm... I'm home.

Yeah, I'll, um... I'll see you soon.

I love you too.

He's dead.

Simon's dead.

- Good morning.

As many of you know,

Simon Kelleher tragically passed away yesterday

after experiencing an allergic rection.

Losing a member of our community

is an awful way to begin the new year.

So my message to you today is simple:

let yourselves grieve.

There will be grief counselors available all week.

And of course, my door is always open.

We will be honoring Simon's life

at tomorrow night's football game.

I hope you'll all attend.

It is so important that we come together...

- Addy?

- Yeah?

- You were there, right?

- Yeah.

- I was just wondering how bad it was.

- I mean, it was awful.

He literally died right in front of my eyes.

- I meant for him.

Was he scared, or did he suffer?

- He, um...

- Did you guys even try to help him?

- Hey, come on, no.

You don't have to answer that, all right?

You've been through enough.

Come on.

It's fine. It's fine.

- I do not want to go to a counselor.

I want to go to calculus.

- Wait, you want to go to calculus?

- More than talking to a stranger about my feelings.

- Bronwyn!

Hey.

- Hey.

- How are you?

I'm fine.

You can stop worrying.

- I can't help it.

You still up to hang out tomorrow night?

- Yeah, definitely.

I'm really excited about it. - Yeah.

Excited.

I'm actually going this way.

So...

- I'll see you later. - See you.

- So, what's tomorrow night?

They're having a Chaplin retrospective at The Avon.

Nate!

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How's it going?

I mean, I've been better.

Could barely sleep last night.

- Yeah, me too.

- So, um, I've... I've gotta get to math,

but maybe we can talk later?

- Sure.

Cool.

- Um, please tell me you're not, like,

trauma bonding with Nate Macauley.

- What?

No, obviously not.

- Good. Thank God STDs aren't airborne.

- May I have your attention, please?

Would Bronwyn Rojas, Cooper Clay,

Adelaide Prentiss, and Nathaniel Macauley

please report to my office?

- I heard the new nurse got fired.

- Because of the EpiPens?

- I guess so.

- Hi, guys. How are we all doing?

I want to introduce you to Officer Miller.

She has a couple questions

about what you witnessed yesterday.

Speaking with her is, of course,

completely voluntary.

But we'd really appreciate your time.

- Wasn't it an accident?

- We certainly hope so.

- But we don't know.

Simon died after going into anaphylactic shock

from his peanut allergy.

And we found traces of peanut oil

in the cup he used during detention yesterday.

So we need to know how it got there.

And why there were no EpiPens in the nurse's office,

or his bag, for that matter.

- Why would we know anything about that stuff?

- Because they think one of us did it.

- W-wait, what?

- W... is that true?

- We're just trying to understand the whole picture.

And I think that the four of you

can help with that.

- Bronwyn,

why don't we start with you?

So you had a phone in your bag that wasn't yours.

That seems strange.

- Yeah, that's what I said.

Do you think it has something to do

with what happened to Simon?

- Tell me about your personal relationship with Simon.

Were the two of you friendly?

- I barely knew him.

I moved here last year for baseball.

- You went to the nurse's office yesterday

before Simon died.

Why? - I didn't.

- Then why is your name in the nurse's log?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You have a probation officer.

Why is that?

- I'm pretty sure it says why

in the file you're holding.

- I'd like to hear your version.

- My version is that I sold drugs to rich kids,

and then I got caught.

- I understand you and Simon

were numbers one and two in your class.

Were you competitive?

- Um, maybe a little.

We both definitely wanted valedictorian.

- You transferred from Mississippi.

- Baseball the only reason for the move?

- Yeah, I want to be able to play year-round.

It's better for getting recruited.

- So it didn't have anything to do

with whatever's in your sealed record?

- That's not supposed to be in my file.

- Well, you have two strikes.

A third would mean doing time.

And you turned 18 in December,

so we're not talking juvenile detention anymore.

- Look, I haven't sold in months, okay?

Ask my probation officer.

- What about Simon's app...

About That?

Did you know he was the author?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- He made up a lot of bullshit about me, so yeah.

- It was kind of sad, actually.

He didn't have a lot of friends,

so he tended to write about the rest of us.

- Yeah, I mean, everybody knew.

It was an open secret,

And honestly, I don't understand

why it didn't get shut down.

- What Simon did off campus was his business.

- Were you ever worried that he would write about you?

Any secrets you didn't want getting out?

- No, never.

- Not that I can think of, no.

- No, I try to stay drama free.

Sure.

Everybody has secrets, right?

- Thank you so much for your cooperation.

You've been very helpful.

- Are we done?

Can we, um, go to class?

- Actually, one last thing...

We haven't found Simon's bag or laptop.

Any ideas where they might be?

- Um, he definitely had his bag in the library.

Um, yeah, I thought the, paramedics took it.

- No, they didn't.

Okay, well,

thank you anyway.

- Yeah?

- Hey, B,

Nate Macauley's here.

- You're joking, right?

Hey. - Hey.

- Vete.

What are you, um... - Doing here?

- Yeah. - I was on my way home

and remembered you saying something about talking later.

So here I am.

- So here you are.

- It's a nice place.

- Thank you.

- Do I get a tour?

- Um...

- So, um,

what are we talking about?

- I... I didn't have, like, a thing.

I just...

I thought it was kind of nice talking again yesterday.

I guess it had been a while,

- So, um,

you want to know what I've been up to

for the past, seven years.

I've...

followed along on About That.

- Yeah, that's one version of it.

- Sorry, I was just kidding.

Too soon.

Still into lady rockers?

- Still?

How did you even...

- Fifth-grade piano recital.

You played that, Florence and the Machine song

while everyone else was playing Frère Jacque and shit.

Wow, I...

You actually remember that.

- Yeah, it was cool.

Unexpected.

- Okay, um,

I do have a thing.

Do you really think the cops suspect us?

- Yeah, I do.

But don't worry, they're not gonna look

at the pretty, rich, valedictorian

when they have me to focus on.

- Don't say that.

- You probably should have told them

about his bag, though.

- What about it?

- That you have it.

- That I... - I don't have it.

- You don't have it?

- I don't.

- But if you did have it,

it would be smart to get rid of it.

- If I did have it, it would only be

because Simon lives across the street,

and I thought of giving it back when he got better.

- Okay, then in this totally hypothetical situation,

you should give it back to his parents

and hope that they give you the benefit of the doubt.

- Girls?

Hello?

- Shit.

That's my mom.

- We're not supposed to have guys in the house.

- Sucks for your dad.

Nate!

- Don't worry, sneaking out

is a specialty of mine.

Yeah, I got it.

- I'm so sorry.

- Sorry I'm late.

Coach kept me longer than usual.

Keels, I didn't know you were here.

I would have hurried home.

- Man, I'm starving. - It's okay.

Lucas has been keeping me entertained.

- Not in those clothes.

And we've got company.

- I don't mind. - I mind.

And Cooper knows better.

Don't you, Cooper?

- Yes, Nonny.

I hope you brought your appetite, sugar.

- 'Sup, dickbag?

- What do you want?

- You said you were gonna break up with her.

- Yeah, well, it's complicated.

- Look, I get Dad would freak out.

- I'd never get drafted. All right?

Pro baseball's still totally homophobic.

And they're already scrutinizing

everything about me.

- I understand.

And I'm not trying to tell you how to come out.

Okay? I know that's a hugely personal decision.

But, dude, Keely is a beautiful, sexual woman

who is in love with you.

It's not fair to lie to her, man.

- She knows, Lucas.

She's the first person I told.

- You told her before you told me?

- I just don't get it.

I mean, she is so hot.

- I mean, she could have anybody at the school.

Why you?

- Look, she's my best friend.

- She needs it too, okay?

Keely's a lesbian.

No, it's not that, dumbass.

- Well, when you end up in jail,

do you think I've got a shot with her?

- Yeah? - Definitely not.

You're a dick for that one.

- Hey, Dad.

First week of school's going great.

I watched someone die,

and the cops think I killed him.

Thanks for asking.

- Hey, Stan.

Bye, Stan.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I am so happy to see you.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Cool, I'll see you next time.

- You don't wanna hang out?

- Come on, I don't think your boyfriend would like that.

- He's not my boyfriend.

Well, not really.

And he doesn't have to know.

- I gotta go.

- Seriously?

- Seriously.

- What the fuck are you doing here?

- What do you think?

- His cash. Grab it!

Come on! Let's go.

- Listen up, listen up.

I bet anybody 50 bucks I throw for at least 300 tonight.

- Ooh.

- Okay, I'll... I'll take that bet.

- No hesitancy whatsoever.

- 300 yards is a lot of yards.

But maybe if Cooper played football...

He could pull it off.

No, stop...

Stop bringing this up.

This is not a thing.

- We all know that Cooper would never

waste this arm on that shit.

- That's true. - You know what?

Get out of my hot tub. - Get out.

- I'll take that one. It's on.

- My money's on Jake.

- Thank you. - Like, yeah, I just think

he's gonna be playing extra hard

in honor of Simon tonight.

- God. - Don't...

Why'd you gotta bring that up?

- This whole dedication thing is so awkward.

As if he even went to a game. - I know.

- I feel like it would be more awkward if we did nothing.

Right? - Right.

I'm sorry, I forgot you were friends with him.

- No, trust me, I'd rather forget too.

I'm just saying, we have to

acknowledge the fact that he died.

Even if he was an asshole. - I barely knew the dude,

but a dedication at a football game

doesn't really sound like it'd be his dying wish.

- I don't know. I just want his last post.

I want to know what he had. - I know.

I mean, couldn't he have just drank the peanut oil on Monday?

- Okay, too dark. - Wow.

I didn't realize we were all...

- Whoa! - That was a serious question.

I'm just... - Serious question,

why couldn't he have died later?

- Enough. It wasn't...

F...

- Hey.

You okay?

- What are you doing?

- Look, I just...

I just wanna talk to you.

- TJ, we can't...

Don't do this.

- Do what?

- Be alone in a bathroom together.

- Nobody followed, okay?

I promise.

- Look, I...

I just want you to know

that I'm not gonna tell anyone.

- You mean anybody else?

- I mean anyone at all.

- Simon knew.

That cheating post was obviously

gonna be about us. - You don't know that, okay?

- You listen to me.

Our secret died with him.

And if anyone else finds out,

you will regret it.

Hey, did you guys get ribbons yet?

They're for Simon.

No, we haven't.

- We're asking everyone to wear them tonight.

In solidarity.

- Cool. - And don't forget

to caption your photos #RIPSimon

and #RibbonsOfSolidarity.

- Okay. - 'Kay.

Bye!

- Okay, I'm gonna get some popcorn.

Hashtag thanks for the ride.

- 'Kay.

Thanks for doing this.

I know it's not exactly a Chaplin festival,

but, um, my mom insisted I come.

- It's fine.

We can watch Sir Charlie Chaplin

another night.

Or, who knows?

Maybe tonight's the night I give up on film

and fall in love with...

American football.

- Please don't do that.

I really don't want to be responsible for that.

- Well, I can't make any promises.

Should we sit?

- You're short.

- I told you, I got robbed.

- You have one week.

- I'll have it.

Hey, Maeve, right?

- Yeah.

Shit, your eye.

- It's... - It's nothing.

Is Bronwyn around?

Yeah, she's...

Down there.

With... Evan.

- Right.

I guess I'll see you around.

- Good evening.

Thank you all for coming out tonight.

As you know,

our Wildcats are playing tonight

in honor of Simon Kelleher,

our dear classmate, student, and friend.

And now it is my pleasure

to introduce you to Simon's best friend,

Janae Matthews,

who will be singing the National Anthem.

- Hey, everyone.

Um,

Principal Gupta asked me to sing the anthem tonight,

but the thing is,

Simon would really hate

to see me buying into all this patriotic school spirit shit.

And I'm here to sing for Simon.

So, Simon, wherever you are,

this is for you.

- Okay. Okay.

We are all gonna find different ways

to honor Simon.

Thank you, Janae...

- Whoo! - For sharing that very

personal and spirited tribute with us.

- Wow.

That was, um...

- Insane?

- Yeah.

Do you wanna get out of here?

I was really just here for the Simon tribute thing.

Yeah, yes.

Definitely.

Bye, guys.

- Go, go, go! - Keep chugging!

- Whoo! - Yeah!

- Whoo!

- All right! - Man!

- Yes!

My God, kiss me!

- Go splash in!

Did I scare you?

- Jake, Addy.

- What?

- Someone is, like, confessing to killing Simon.

Holy shit, you guys.

- "I got the idea for killing Simon

"while watching some shit news show.

"There was this story about a guy who killed his wife.

"Sort of obvious.

"I mean, it's always the husband, right?

But it took the police months to catch him."

- You need to see this.

- "Turns out,

"a lot of people were happy this woman was dead.

"She had gotten a coworker fired,

"had an affair with her friend's husband...

She was a nightmare."

- "Basically, there was motive

"everywhere the police looked.

"And that got me thinking.

"That's the kind of person

"you can get away with killing...

Someone everybody wants dead."

- "Let's face it, we all hated Simon.

"I was just the only one with enough guts

to do something about it."

- "You're welcome."

- "You're Welcome."

- "You're welcome."

- "You're welcome."