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- Uh, Cooper?

Hi, welcome to Bayview.

I'm Keely, your designated tour guide.

- Nice to meet you.

Um, but I thought someone named Walt

was supposed to show me around.

- Oh, nobody told you?

Walt's home sick.

Pneumonia, I think.

- But the officer said that he was on his way.

- Yeah, um...

Walt's in Bio, and I'm a terrible liar.

I asked if I could trade tours with him

because I'm sort of a fan, but...

- So you're into baseball?

- Well, I have a lot of interests.

On your left, you will see our beautiful lockers,

and to your right...

Oh.

My bad, man. Sorry. Didn't' see you there.

- No worries, Cooper.

- Wait, have we met?

- Your reputation precedes you.

Everyone's talking about the baseball messiah

from Mississippi.

- Okay. Who is that?

- That was Simon Kelleher,

the mayor's son and Bayview's

resident tech genius slash anti-hero weirdo.

He's like a walking burn book.

Steer clear.

He has a way of knowing everything.

- Hey, bro, have you seen the post about Addy?

Does Simon know about you?

- Simon knew everything.

Mom!

I'm gonna fix it. - How?

Look, all I'm saying is,

if you really wanted him to listen,

you could have at least spent some time on your makeup.

- Wow, Mom.

- I'm telling you 'cause I love you.

You can't put the genie back in the bottle with just words.

- Okay.

- Definitely not with that eyeliner.

- ♪ I just wanna see you in tears ♪

♪ Punch your face and break your veneers ♪

- Can you guys believe it about Addy?

I'm honestly worried about her.

I mean, he's obviously gonna break up with her.

And Addy's like one of those little barnacle things

that dies without its host.

Aren't you worried you'll be next?

- No, I'm good. I've got nothing to hide.

- Excuse me, please.

- Addie, babe, how are... you?

Okay, did that cheating little bitch

seriously just blow me off

when I was trying to offer my sympathy?

Rude.

- ♪ Why you such a ♪

♪ Why you such a bitch? ♪

- Addy, are you okay?

- You're joking, right?

You expect me to believe it's a coincidence

that you basically forced me to confess my deepest,

most shameful secret, and it got posted

like, what, an hour later?

- You don't really think that we posted it.

- I don't have time for this. I have to find Jake.

- Addy. Addy.

I swear... I swear I never told anybody.

- Stop lying.

I know you told Simon.

Why else was your name not in the post?

- I would never do that. Never.

Look, that night at the beach,

do you know how long I've wanted that?

Since ninth grade. - What are you talking about?

- Do you remember when we went to Tony Murphy's one night,

and we ended up watching bad telenovelas?

- Yeah. So?

- You laughed so hard, soda came out of your nose

and went all over Tony's carpet.

- That was humiliating.

- No, it was awesome.

You were so free, you know?

And ever since then, I've just wanted

to see you like that again.

To make you laugh so hard that soda comes out of your nose.

- You fell for me

when I was vomiting Dr. Pepper out of my nose,

and you just now have the guts to tell me three years later?

- Well, I didn't think I had a chance, dude.

I mean, you were with Jake.

You guys had your whole lives planned... you know,

the house, the kids, the dog.

I mean, but then that night at the beach happened, and...

Look, Addy, I might not have my whole life planned...

But I-I would definitely get a dog with you.

- Motherfucker.

- Jake. - It was you?

- Jake! Jake!

Jake, stop!

- Oh, my God! - Jake, no!

- Stop, please! - What are you guys even doing?

- No, Jake!

Oh!

- Hey, hey! Hey, hey, Jake!

Come on, get off of him!

Ahh!

Jake, stop!

Hey, hey, babe.

- Are you hurt? - Are you okay?

- Don't.

- No, you're bleeding. - Addy, don't! Get... don't.

- Jake...

- Is it true?

Fuck, Addy.

God damn it. - No, please let me explain.

- What, explain how you lied to my face,

or how you fucked my best friend?

- Jake, I love you. - No, you don't.

No, you don't.

If you loved me, you wouldn't have done it.

- You bitch. - What?

- With my boyfriend?

You guys weren't even together.

- Oh, but you knew I liked him.

- You like a lot of guys.

- Are you seriously calling me a slut right now?

- No, no, I just... - You know what, Addy?

Good luck with the rest of your life, honestly.

- The principal's coming!

- Vanessa... - Oh, definitely not.

- Mr. Forrester, come with me.

- "It's your lucky day, Bayview.

"Spilling Addy's secret was so fun,

I think I'll give you another one."

- "We all know Bayview's resident bad boy,

"Nate Macauley, deals drugs,

"but did you know he almost dealt a death blow this summer

"when he sold to a junior who OD'd?

"Don't blame the victim, though.

"Nate saw she was drunk on cheap liquor and bad ideas

"and still sold her the pills that almost killed her.

Is this what will finally land him in jail?"

- Oh, fuck this.

- First Addy, and now Nate?

What if I'm next?

- What could he possibly have on you anyway?

- Oh, she's not that perfect.

I mean, this morning, I saw her

recycle a milk carton without rinsing it first.

- No... scandalous.

- He could've made something up.

- That wasn't Simon's style.

- Since when are you an expert on all things Simon?

- I know more than you think.

- Look, even if something did drop,

it's not like anybody will believe

anything bad about you anyway.

- You saw how quickly

everyone believed this post about Nate.

- Yes, because he's a drug dealer.

And if you think about it, overdosing and poisoning

aren't that different.

Like, don't you think that maybe he could have done it?

- No.

Well, what I mean is,

whoever poisoned Simon had an elaborate plan,

and I don't think Nate can be bothered

to know what he's having for lunch today.

- Yeah.

- ♪ Well, maybe that's where your mind goes ♪

♪ Got your head in the clouds ♪

♪ And if you ever come down ♪

♪ Maybe we can talk about it ♪

♪ And you can tell me what you saw ♪

♪ Maybe that's why you drift away ♪

You're early. - Yeah.

Not much else to do. - Yeah.

- You look like you could use this.

- I could literally kill

whoever is posting on About That.

- Another thing you might want to keep to yourself.

- I think it's Bronwyn.

I know you have a thing for her.

- I think the weed's going to your head.

It happens.

- Okay, first of all, rude.

Not my first joint.

Second, you should wear sunglasses,

'cause the way you look at her... obvious.

Third, she's so smart,

she's the only one capable of pulling this whole thing off.

And fourth, she knows my secret.

She knows you, and... - She wouldn't do that.

- How do you know?

- I know.

- Get a room.

Seriously?

- It's just weed, man.

- "It's just weed"?

Is that what you told the girl who overdosed?

- No, because I sold her pills.

- Oh, so it's true?

- She's fine now. - That's not the point.

- Who was it, anyway?

- I think she'd rather I didn't tell you guys that.

- Oh, sure. You're a regular Boy Scout.

- I was once, actually. Sixth grade.

- Oh, my God! Who cares?

We have to figure out who's posting the secrets.

- Well, we know it's not me or Nate.

So that leaves the two of you,

and one of you seems like

she'd be a little better at computers.

No offense, Cooper.

- Why are you assuming it's one of us?

It could literally be anyone with the password.

- Who would have the password?

- What about Janae?

She was Simon's best friend.

Maybe she's taken over as some sort of, I don't know,

twisted tribute.

- Why are you always pointing the finger

at other people?

First Ms. Avery, now Janae.

- Do you want me to point the finger at someone here?

Because I could.

I could especially point the finger

at the mysterious guy

who's only been here for a year,

who went to the nurse's office alone

and didn't find Simon's EpiPens

and who is surprisingly happy to point the finger at me.

You wanna play that game?

- I just think it's likely that whoever is doing it

is posting from Simon's laptop, and since the laptop

was in detention with the four of us,

I know I didn't take it, and these two

are the only ones who've gotten screwed over.

- Night's still young.

- I'm just warning you guys in case somebody posts

some story about me on the app to...

- Do not worry, honey.

We know that you have nothing to hide.

Maeve?

- No, nothing.

Just, obviously, your teenage daughter

doesn't have any secrets.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Maeve, please.

- Are you okay?

- Mija! - I'll grab her bag.

- I'm fine. It's not a relapse. - All right, sit back down

and put your head forward. - You don't know that.

- I'm calling Dr. Jacobs.

- Bronwyn! We have to go, now!

- I didn't sleep last night,

and it wasn't just the hospital chair.

- You think Maeve is posting our secrets?

- I don't know what to think. She has the laptop.

She's been lying to me about it.

- But she doesn't have it right now.

So let's go get it, see what she's been up to.

- Now? But I have a physics test fourth period.

- Seriously?

- Plus, it just feels really shitty

to be snooping on my sister while she's in the hospital.

- Which is exactly why you came to me,

because you knew I would tell you

to do the shitty thing, so I'm telling you,

if you want to know if Maeve is behind this,

and if we can stop her,

we gotta do the shitty thing.

Hey, guys.

- How you feeling?

- I've been better.

- No.

Don't even.

She better not even think about

coming back to cheer, ever.

So bad for morale.

- What morale? - My morale, Keely.

- Don't worry.

Wasn't thinking about it. - Oh, my God.

Are you guys hearing some sort of really annoying, like,

loud buzzing in your ear? Like, nonstop...

- Vanessa! Please. God. Is it really necessary?

- Dude, why are you taking her side?

- I'm not taking anyone's side.

I'm just saying. - Okay, so if Keely fucked TJ,

you'd be fine with me staying friends with her?

- Oh, okay. Jake, irrelevant. I would never fuck TJ.

- Keely! - No offense.

- Keely, I-I really wanted to be able to do this.

- Cooper...

we've been hanging out for months.

- Look, I-I thought I could play the part.

I thought I could be your boyfriend,

but I don't want to be another shitty guy to you.

- Sorry. Uh, yeah, I feel so stupid.

Um...

But at least I get it now.

- I'm sorry I lied to you.

I-I was scared that someone would suspect me

, r Simon would figure me out and then...

God, it's my baseball career.

It's my family's entire future, and I...

- Yeah.

- I didn't want to jeopardize everything I've ever worked...

Keely.

- What if we could help each other?

- How?

- Well, my crazy ex hasn't shown up

since we started dating.

No more phone calls at night or creepy DMs.

And my parents trust you.

They've actually let me have a social life again.

Maybe we can just keep doing this.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- What is it this time?

- "Breaking news on Bayview's baseball MVP.

"Turns out Cooper Clay

"isn't the natural talent everybody thinks he is.

OJ isn't the only juice fueling those fastballs."

- This is actually good news.

This proves Simon didn't know about you.

- Good news? The showcase is tomorrow.

- Hey, look at me.

You're going to destroy that showcase

and then take a drug test

to prove you did it fair and square.

It's all going to be okay.

- Oh, so Cooper does drugs.

First time I ever liked him.

- And the post came out while Maeve doesn't have the laptop.

So maybe she doesn't have anything to do with this.

- It's not here.

- What do you mean, it's not here?

- I left it right there. It's not there.

- Are you sure? - Yes. I'm sure.

- I'm not seeing it. - Fuck, fuck.

No, no, no, no.

Hey, Mom. - Hi, sweetheart.

We're still waiting on the test results.

- Well, I'm on lunch, and I was wondering

if I could swing by the house and get anything for Maeve.

Unless you or Dad have already been home.

- Holy shit.

- That's so sweet of you, honey,

but your father was there earlier

to get some clothes and her laptop.

- Her laptop? - I know.

She insisted on doing her homework.

- Hey. - I forgot

which daughter I was talking to for a minute.

- Sorry, Mom. One sec.

Thi... this is Simon. - Yeah.

Okay, dumb question, but did you know your sister

was friends with Simon and then... well, not?

- Bronwyn?

- Uh, sorry, Mom. I'm here.

- Anyway, we don't need you to bring anything.

Your father brought the laptop,

but then he forgot everything else,

so he's on his way back now.

- He's what?

I think we're in the clear.

- Bronwyn.

What are you doing here?

What is he doing here?

- Uh, we were just... - Studying for the test, sir.

Physics. - Oh, really?

That's not the kind of help I've heard you provide.

- I would never sell to Bronwyn.

How nice of you.

Maybe you should tell that to the parents

of the girl who overdosed.

- Dad. - You have their number?

- Nate!

- You're grounded, and no phone.

- Don't we have enough problems as it is, Bronwyn?

- What the...

- Addy Prentiss... - Fuck!

- Please report to the principal's office

immediately. - Fuck!

- Thank you for joining us.

I am so sorry to bring you into this.

I know it's been an exceptionally difficult

few days for you.

Are you doing okay?

- Yeah. - Good.

Now, I'm hoping you can help me understand

what happened between these two yesterday

so that I can take

the necessary disciplinary action

and we can all move on from this unfortunate event.

I've talked to other witnesses

and heard from Mr. Riordan and Mr. Forrester,

but there is a disagreement about who started the fight.

- Are you seriously gonna put her through this?

- I'm not. You are.

I was hoping to avoid it, but unfortunately,

the only thing you two can agree on

is that she saw the whole thing.

Miss Prentiss.

- Uh... - I need you to be honest.

I would hate to punish the wrong person.

- Yeah.

Um...

It-it just all happened so quick that...

Um...

It was TJ.

TJ started the fight.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- That'll be all.

- TJ. TJ, I'm really sorry.

I didn't know they were gonna suspend you.

- Whatever.

Three weeks of surf and smoke, right?

You know what? I actually probably

didn't even want to go to college,

so really, it's totally cool

that you lied to protect your ex-boyfriend.

- What did you expect me to do? - What?

- He had a pretty good reason to hit you.

I mean, what we did hurt him worse than he hurt you.

And I need to make it up to him.

- I just wish you could see yourself like I see you...

Instead of thinking Jake's the best you can do.

I really did try to keep our secret from coming out...

In all the ways.

Some of them I'm not really cool with.

- TJ, what do you mean?

- See you in three weeks, Addy.

- Perception matters, right?

Sometimes being accused of a thing

is almost as bad as doing the thing.

Every time a athlete is suspected of doping,

people scrutinize everything about 'em.

We don't need that.

- They can look all they want.

There ain't nothing they gonna find.

They could drug test me today, tomorrow, the next day,

every day till these people

get sick and tired of hearing about it.

- You sure you wanna do that?

- Why wouldn't I?

You think I'm doping?

- I didn't say that.

- You know I would never do anything

to risk everything that we've worked so hard for.

- Listen. Listen! - How can you even suggest

that I... - You already did once.

Didn't you?

Mississippi.

Can you blame me for feeling like sometimes

I don't know you?

- Yeah, I guess not.

- Pull yourself together.

We're almost there.

You make me proud tomorrow.

Okay?

- ♪ Oh, ain't that somethin'? ♪

♪ Drums came in, you ain't see that comin' ♪

Oh.

Ah.

- Seriously?

- Jesus. - Oh, brilliant.

You know, we should stop meeting like this.

- What are you even doing here?

- Well, I'm having fun and looking for Janae.

She should be around here somewhere,

looking... pissed.

- Hmm, well, look, Jake wouldn't want you here,

so you should leave.

- Well, you should tell your girlfriend you suck dick,

but here we are.

It's cool with me, man.

I'm just not so sure about your rock 'em, sock 'em jock pals.

Most of 'em have been calling me a faggot

since the third grade.

I think I got too many As for their taste.

- Doubt it was just the As.

- And guys like you

stood on the sidelines and watched

or egged them on, maybe even joined in,

because, you know, you kinda seem like the type.

Relax. I do have a moral code.

I have never outed anyone.

Yet.

- Oh, sorry. Does that hurt?

- No. It helps.

But anytime you wanna go lower...

Okay. Nice try.

Oh. - Are you expecting someone?

- Yeah. Just my shrooms guy.

- Yo! Kris. - Yo, Nate!

How's it going? - Good, man. You?

- Good, dude. Come on, come in.

- Hey, so listen.

Uh, this is my last sale for a while.

Gotta lay low for a bit.

- Yeah, no, no. That's, um... that's cool, dude.

Um...

Yeah, here. Uh, it's... it's cool.

I have enough to last me for a while, anyway,

so here it goes.

- Hey, man. Sweet.

- Yeah. All right. Well, thanks for coming, dude.

- Okay. - I really appreciate it.

- All right. Of course, man.

- Get home safe. - All right.

- Peace.

You in the closet, seriously?

- I know that guy, okay?

Oh, my God.

Okay, you're, like, really in the closet.

- Gay and baseball... They don't mix.

- But is it worth it?

There's other things to do with your life.

- No.

Not for me.

Baseball's the thing that makes me feel alive.

Like...

Like I was put on this Earth for a reason.

- Jesus. Okay. Um...

But if baseball is so important to you

then what are you gonna do about your shoulder?

- Dr. Yang, blood donor services.

Dr. Yang, blood donor services.

- Hey, I didn't know you were coming.

- I know you stole Simon's laptop.

- You stole it first.

Just, whatever you're doing, you gotta stop now.

- I'm not doing anything.

- Do you think posting on About That

is, what, funny?

Do you think it's not... are you gonna post about me too?

Do you have any idea... - Do you actually think

I would do that? I was trying to help you, asshole.

- How? - By hacking into the app

to stop your secret from dropping.

- Well, why didn't you just say something, Maeve?

- Oh, I don't know, Bronwyn, because I knew

that you'd freak and not even let me try.

And for the record, I really tried.

And I failed.

I'm sorry.

- What do you mean you failed?

- B, have you not seen it?

- Dad took my phone.

- "First time this app has ever featured

"good girl Bronwyn Rojas.

"She's top of her class,

"but about to take a mighty fall.

"She didn't get that A in chemistry

"through plain old hard work.

"Unless that's how you define stealing exams

"from Mr. C's filing cabinet.

Someone call Yale."

- Hey. Are you okay? I tried to call you.

- I turned my phone off.

I just couldn't deal.

- I got really worried.

I thought you'd at least check in.

- I know. I'm sorry. I...

Are gonna ask if it's true?

- Oh, you think I'm worried about the post?

No, no, no, I already know that that's bullshit.

I was gonna ask you if Maeve is okay.

- Oh, God. I'm an asshole.

Um...

She's... she's fine, actually.

It was just a false alarm, so she'll be home today.

- Okay. Sorry. I just... I got scared.

I thought the only reason you'd miss an exam

was if somebody had actually died.

I mean, that is why you left, right?

To go to the hospital?

- Yeah.

- Cool.

Well, I'm just relieved that Maeve is okay.

I'll see you for debate prep.

- See you later.

We can't talk here or anywhere.

- Yeah. About that...

- This is the phone that I...

- I've been using one for work

long before anyone put one in your bag.

I just thought if you ever wanted to talk,

my number's in there.

- Aren't we in enough trouble as it is, Nate?

- Hey. You okay?

- Could be better.

So do you still think I'm posting the secrets?

- No.

I just thought you were the only one smart enough

to pull the whole thing off.

It's actually a compliment.

- Well, thanks, but I'm not really sure

people are gonna think I'm smart after this.

And, you know, being smart was my whole thing.

- I guess it's a bad moment to say

you were wrong about Janae too.

- What do you mean? - I stole her phone.

I wanted to see if your theory was right.

I thought maybe she was using her phone

to post on About That.

Didn't find anything, though.

- Maybe she's not posting from her phone.

- Okay, thing is, I read some of her messages to Simon.

Turns out, she hated About That.

She thought he was going too far

and wanted him to shut the whole thing down.

I really don't think she posted our secrets.

- So what do you want?

- I need a favor. - Sorry, man.

I don't do steroids.

- Neither do I.

Look, I need painkillers.

- Okay. I definitely don't do those.

- Listen.

I've got a huge game tonight.

Scouts are gonna be there, and my shoulder's fucked.

All right, and with these steroid rumors,

I really can't cancel. - Damn, man.

Sounds like a tough spot to be in.

Glad I'm not a coddled athlete

angling for an eight-figure deal.

- Whoa, whoa, you don't get it.

Look, man. I need to do well.

Okay. We moved here. We can't afford it.

All so that I can play ball and get noticed.

If I don't make that happen, my family's screwed.

- I don't do painkillers.

Thanks a lot, Boy Scout.

- ♪ I haven't been lying here before ♪

Aw, there she is again.

She is literally so obsessed with me.

I mean, I get it.

I have literally no idea how she ended up with Jake.

And for me personally, I just wanted a puppy

when I was younger and my parents said no.

So I adopted this bitch and...

- Vanessa, that's enough. - Jake!

That was live.

- Jake.

Jake, I'm really glad you didn't get suspended.

- And now we're even.

What?

You think what you did in the principal's office

changes anything?

You lied.

Again.

I mean, I guess that's what you do now, right?

You break hearts, and you lie.

We're done. - Jake, no.

Please... - No, we're done. We're done.

How am I ever supposed to trust you again?

Did you know that Simon was gonna expose you?

Is that why you were acting so weird?

Did...

Did you kill him?

- How could you ask me that?

- Did you?

- Janae?

Janae, is that you?

Well, I mean, I know it's you.

It's Addy, by the way.

Do you need anything? - Fuck off!

- Okay. Well, um...

I've basically been crying for the past 48 hours straight.

So if you need any tissue, I have plenty.

It's softer than toilet paper.

Kay. I'm gonna leave.

But I-I did wanna say...

I'm really sorry about Simon.

For what it's worth.

You must really miss him.

- Yeah, you're right. The toilet paper sucks.

Simon would find this really ironic, by the way,

that his death would make you deign to talk to me.

Literally never said two words to me before.

- Did that bother you?

- You actually don't realize what a bitch you are, do you?

- I guess not.

I'm sorry.

- Thanks for these. - Yeah.

Hey, um...

if you ever need to talk or something...

I'm suddenly pretty free.

- For what it's worth, you're better off without him.

You suck, like, 20% less.

- Hi.

Um...

I'm sorry, but I-I found these

when I was looking for Simon's computer.

You scratched out his face.

Why would you do that?

- You wouldn't understand.

- Well...

Why don't you try me?

- Because I was in love with him.

Or I just...

really liked him.

- I'm sorry. What? You...

- I told you you wouldn't understand.

- No. I'm so sorry.

I just... I-I had no idea.

I thought he was...

Just tell me what happened.

- We had a thing over the summer.

I thought that he really liked me too.

Then he just...

ghosted.

- I'm... I'm so sorry, Maeve.

- It's my fault.

I don't know why I trusted him in the first place.

But yeah, I was pissed, so I scratched out his face,

and I took the laptop

because I thought that he might have something on me

that I don't want people to see,

and maybe part of me wanted to understand why he ghosted.

Mostly I was just trying to help you.

My turn.

Why did you take the laptop?

- We're not talking about that.

- It's because it's true, right?

Simon's post?

- You would never understand, Maeve, about this...

- Yeah, you're doing it again. Not telling me shit.

- Because you're my little sister,

and it's my job to protect you.

- No, you just don't want anyone to know

that you could possibly do something wrong

because then they know that you aren't perfect.

I mean, aren't you tired of pretending

to be perfect all the time?

Because I'm exhausted just by looking at you.

- You got it?

Thank you. Seriously.

I will pay you back tomorrow.

Hey, um, why'd you change your mind?

- Oh, uh, a little business is better than none.

- Come on.

- I know what it's like to have people relying on you.

This was a one-time thing, though.

- Yeah. - I don't do painkillers.

They fucked up my dad's life.

Even worse than my mom being gone.

- Your mom left? - My mom's dead.

- I'm sorry. I didn't know.

How old were you?

- Old enough to remember.

- I wasn't.

- Lucky. Some people do have it all.

- Hey, don't you have to pass a drug test?

- I don't think they're checking for this.

I'll take my chances.

Unless...

You wanna pee in a cup for me?

- Let's take it slow.

Hey, good luck with whatever this is.

Here we are,

the 2021 high school baseball California showcase.

The best against the best.

What everyone has been waiting for.

Coming in to pitch for the Jaguars,

ESPN top ten high school

pitching prospect Cooper Clay.

- Let's go, Coop! Come on, baby!

- Let's go!

Focus, Coop.

Focus.

- Relax. I do have a moral code.

I've never outed anyone...

yet.

- You know, I know your type too.

You're just another privileged Bayview punk

with too much time on your hands.

You think you're some vigilante hero?

You are a sad, pathetic bully.

But you're not gonna bully me.

No.

I've got too much on the line.

Strike one.

91 miles per hour.

The scouts have got to be impressed with that.

- Coop, let's go!

- It's libel.

There's gotta be a way to get it taken down.

- Javier.

- False accusations have very real consequences.

I don't want all of her hard work

destroyed by idle gossip.

- I did it.

I cheated.

You're right, Dad.

I've worked so hard.

Chemistry just wasn't clicking no matter how hard I studied.

I was stuck at a 78.

And I knew what a 78 would look like in my junior year.

I wouldn't be valedictorian.

I wouldn't get into Yale.

I would fail.

And that just wasn't an option.

So I stole the exam questions

for the midterm and the final.

I messed up.

Bad.

I didn't kill Simon.

I'm just not the perfect girl you think I am.

What?

- We spoke with Robyn about this possibility

that the post might be true.

We didn't wanna believe it.

Not our Bronwyn.

And the thing is, she said that you're going to

have to continue to deny it.

We can't let it look like you have a motive.

So if anyone asks, it never happened.

There's no proof,

and like she said, your reputation

is the best thing you have going for you.

- But she was... - No. No buts.

This is the last time we speak of this.

Understood?

Tied, runner on third.

Two outs, two strikes, game on the line.

Strike three.

That's the ballgame, ladies and gentlemen.

What an amazing performance by Cooper Clay.

- Baby bro!

Whoo! Love you, bro.

- You get it, bro.

- Ahh! - Yes, man.

You fuckin' brought it. - Thank you, bro.

- Ahh! - Keely!

- That was amazing! - Aww! Thank you!

Wait, I saw you talking with the detective.

What'd she want?

- She was asking me about your post.

The steroids.

And I told her you're taking a test after this.

So don't even worry about it.

- Hey, Cooper, can I get a picture?

Cooper. Over here.

- Whoo!

- Kris!

Kris, wait.

Why'd you come?

- Because you made such a big deal about this thing.

I wanted to come and support you.

I even came in straight cosplay for you.

I'm wearing plaid.

- I have a plan, remember?

- No, you have a girlfriend.

- Yeah, and she's in on it too.

Look, she helps me, and I help her.

I scared away her crazy ex.

- And your dad knows too?

- What? No. No, he doesn't.

- You said you were only in the closet for baseball.

You lied.

- Hey...

- Cooper, you're better at lying

and pretending than you are at throwing a ball.

You're great at being different people,

and I don't know what to do with that.

I'm always me.

I only know how to be myself.

I'm sorry. This is so stupid.

I always fall for the wrong guys.

- Hey.

Does that mean that you're falling?

- Goodbye, Cooper.

- Wait.

Wait, can we talk, please?

I'm sorry.

Kris. Kris, please.

- ♪ For all of the light that I shut out ♪

♪ For all of the innocent things that I doubt ♪

♪ For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears ♪

♪ For all of the things that I've done ♪

♪ All these ♪

♪ Years ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ Yeah, for all of the sparks that I stomped out ♪

♪ For all of the perfect things that I doubt ♪

- She's probably right, Stan.

We shouldn't.

- ♪ I'll be good, I'll be good ♪

♪ And I'll love the world like I should ♪

♪ Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good ♪

♪ For all of the times I never could ♪

- So you want more trouble, Rojas?

- ♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, whoa ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ For all of the times I never could ♪

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