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[tense music]

* *

[knocking]

- I have good news. Principal Gupta called.

The disciplinary committee finished their investigation

into the cheating accusations,

and they didn't find any wrongdoing.

Finally, we can put all of this behind us

and focus on your future.

So how's the Yale essay? Did you want me to read it?

- It's not really ready yet.

- Bronwyn, the early action deadline is this Saturday.

Sweetheart, I understand that you are upset about Nate.

And I am truly sorry he didn't end up being

who you wanted him to be.

- Mom, he didn't do it! I mean, an anonymous tip?

And why would he keep the EpiPens?

- Because EpiPens are expensive.

Maybe he needed the money.

And he was fleeing to Mexico. Who does that?

Sweetheart, there isn't anything you can do about it.

It's time to move forward.

Everything you have worked so hard for

is still within your reach

if you focus on getting back on track.

Hey.

That could start with your personal statement.

- No, you're right.

- Sweetheart.

* *

I love you, and I am really proud of you.

* *

- Fuck this.

* *

* When I ain't with you *

* I wonder what you do *

[phone buzzes]

* When I ain't home *

* I don't know what to do *

* When I ain't with you *

[knocking]

- Tagged all of Rob Calhoun's articles, okay?

I want you to read them,

see what kind of questions he asks

so that you're prepared for your interview.

- Dad, don't you think maybe we should postpone?

Just saying, with Nate and everything,

is this really--

- Oh, hell no, man. This guy is a kingmaker.

All right, he knows you're only going to be there

to talk about baseball.

All right? - Mm-hmm.

- If he asks you about Simon, just, you let him know

that the police have their man now, okay?

And that you're innocent.

Also, if he brings up the photo

of the four of you guys together,

tell him that Nate just tried to drag you guys

down with him, but you didn't let him.

Hey, listen.

If we have to,

we use this whole shitshow to our advantage

[tense music]

This is your moment, Cooperstown.

* *

Yeah?

Read up.

* *

- Sorry I'm late.

I'm not used to this whole media circus thing.

I barely made it out of the car.

My boss says this shirt's no good for camera,

something about the stripes.

- You want to trade outfits?

I wouldn't want to make you look bad.

- Haven't lost your sense of humor.

That's good, yeah, and I have more good news.

They offered you a plea deal.

If you plead guilty to taking the EpiPens,

they'll reduce

the charges to involuntary manslaughter.

- What's the sentence for that?

- Six years.

But with good behavior, he could be out in four.

- Nate, that's just like college.

- It's a good deal.

If we go to trial, you could get life.

* *

- What about the others?

- You sign this, the case is closed.

If we go to trial, go through discovery,

who knows what else

the police could drag up about them?

* *

- I'll think about it.

- What's there to think about?

Look, we have 72 hours to respond,

and then the deal goes away.

* *

- What I don't get is why someone put one pen

in my locker

and all the rest on Nate's bike.

- Maybe it was a distraction.

Or they were trying to frame you, too.

- So are you one of us now?

- Okay, it was my best friend who was murdered.

Also, Bronwyn invited me.

- Okay, Nate's in jail. We have to get him out.

So we need all the help we can get.

- Absolutely. So what's the plan?

- Ms. Avery.

We know the cops weren't looking at her

because they thought she had no motive,

but now we know that she did

'cause Simon had something on her.

- Do you think she was sleeping with a student?

- Wait, who would she possibly be sleeping with?

- Just saying, that is always the teacher's secret.

- Whatever it is, we just need to get her talking.

We bluff.

We tell her we know what she did.

and then we record a response.

- Yeah, who's gonna do that?

- Someone who could have believably heard it

from Simon.

* *

- So that's why she's here.

- Sorry, what?

- Do you want to know what really happened to Simon?

[bell rings]

* *

- Ms. Avery?

Was wondering if you had a minute to talk.

- Regarding?

- Simon.

So they arrested Nate, but I--

- But you don't think he did it.

You made that pretty clear at the homecoming dance.

- Yeah, right.

I have some information that could help Nate,

but if I go to the police with it,

it could be hurting someone else

- Who?

- You.

* *

I know Simon was going to write about you,

which gives you as much motive as anyone else in that room.

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

- I could go to the cops,

but I wanted to give you a chance to explain

because you've always been one of my favorite teachers.

- Are you giving me a chance to explain,

or are you fishing for me to say something

because you have an outlandish theory

but nothing to back it up?

- I can back it up. Simon texted me about it.

- Can you show me?

* *

May I take a closer look?

- I might not get straight A's, but I'm not stupid.

- But you think I am.

Why should I believe that that was really from Simon?

- Because it is.

* *

- Nice try, Janae.

But I think we're done here

* *

Close the door on your way out.

* *

I could lose my job,

my teaching license, my whole life!

- I know. - And you don't care.

- If I didn't care,

I would've posted it by now, but--

- I have a confession, Mr. Kelleher.

I understand why you want

to expose the hypocrisy around us.

In my mind, I've justified that you took a hammer

to your fellow students' lives

because some of them deserved it,

and all of them have so much time ahead

of them to glue the pieces back together.

But I don't.

What I did doesn't make me a hypocrite.

I don't deserve this.

So why are you doing this to me?

- Just do something for me in exchange,

and nobody has to know.

- So you're blackmailing me?

- I'm giving you a choice.

I thought you of all people would appreciate that.

Choice.

* *

- You okay?

- She knew the text was fake,

and I think she guessed I was recording.

- Great, she's smart, smart enough

that the could've planned the whole thing.

- We still don't have proof.

- I don't know if she was bluffing.

Okay, I'll meet you there.

- Did you hear that? - We have to follow her.

- What? - Where's your car?

- No, no!

- Yeah.

* *

- Now what?

- We need to see who she's meeting.

- It's probably her accomplice.

- Great, so now we're not just spying

on one murderer but two?

- Cool. You have a better plan?

- Well, maybe the person she's meeting's coming here.

- So we wait.

- Sure, a car double parked

with the five of us is not suspicious at all.

- Is this a stakeout? Can we put the top up?

- Yeah, can we park somewhere? - There's nowhere.

- Never happened to Ryan Gosling in "Drive."

* *

None of you have seen "Drive?"

- Look.

* *

- Wait, is that...

* *

- I knew Vanessa was a bitch.

I didn't know she was actually evil.

- Look, we don't know how involved she was.

- She took that picture of us

at homecoming, and she's been, like,

gleefully posting about us being murder suspects,

maybe to cover her own ass.

* *

Do you think they were having an affair?

- Addy, not everyone's gay.

- It's always the teacher's secret.

- Okay, but do you really think that Vanessa

would go for Ms. Avery?

- I mean, no, no, not really.

But I feel like I don't know anyone anymore.

Turns out everyone's been hiding all these different

sides of themselves this whole time.

- You don't do that?

- There's different sides to me,

but I wasn't hiding them.

I didn't even know they were there.

I guess that's the upside to all of this.

- I like these new sides of you.

- I'll try talking to Vanessa.

Maybe there's a side of me

that knows how to get her to spill.

And I like the new Cooper, too.

He seems happier.

What are you doing here?

- Your mom let me in.

I didn't...

Look, I just wanted to continue the conversation

that we started at homecoming.

Listen, Addy,

I know that you've been through a lot lately,

and I haven't been there for you, and...

- You asked me if I did it.

- And that was awful of me.

But it's just--you were my whole world, Ads,

And he love of my life, so to find out that you've...

with one of my best friends,

I just--I was so hurt

- Jake, I never meant to hurt you.

- I just I want my Ads back.

- I miss you, too, but I don't miss her.

I was always so, so scared of losing you

that I felt like I was walking on eggshells,

and if I did anything that you didn't like,

you'd break up with me.

- That is not how I wanted you to feel.

- Hey, let me finish.

* *

- Jake, my whole world ended when we broke up.

I was so scared of losing you,

and then I didn't just lose you.

I lost my best friends.

And I became a murder suspect.

And you know what I realized?

Jake, I realized I can handle it.

I may not have a choice,

but you know how good it feels

to not be so careful all the time?

* *

You know?

I haven't had to take Xanax in I don't know how long.

That's good, isn't it?

- Are you kidding me? That's great, that's great.

That's so good. I'm so proud of you, Addy.

* *

And look, believe it or not, I do.

I like this new you.

You know, she's hot.

I mean, a little intimidating,

but, I mean, I could get into it.

- Yeah. - I'm malleable.

Yeah, I mean, I'm not the same guy

that I was two months ago either.

I don't think he would've gotten us tickets for--

- The ice cream pop-up. How did you--

- Well, you know, tomorrow's our anniversary?

Four years.

- You didn't want to go.

- No, but you did, and it sounds fun.

What do you say? You got plans?

* *

I know you're still hanging out with Bronwyn and Janae.

Your mom told me.

* *

Why can't we just wake up from this nightmare

and just go back to normal, please?

You know, there's some people that still think that you

and your murder club did it together.

* *

- But we didn't.

- No, of course, I know that, Addy.

I know that it was just Nate.

But I'm just saying.

- What?

- Jake, Nate didn't do it either.

Fuck.

- I don't understand. You said so yourself.

- That was before I knew him.

Jake, we can't just pretend

that these past two months didn't happen

- Would that be so wrong?

To just go on a date tomorrow?

- I'll think about it.

* *

- Okay.

* *

I really hope you say yes.

* *

- Look, Nate's not perfect. He has a lot of problems.

Personally, I suffer from bipolar disorder,

and I haven't always had it under control.

And that wasn't easy for Nathaniel.

I mean, no wonder he started dealing drugs

because he had to support himself

I mean, his dad--can we go back?

What I mean is--what I meant to say was--

- I'm sorry, kid. You were screwed yesterday.

But today you're fucked.

From a legal perspective,

I think you should take the plea.

- We've been offered a plea deal,

and we're considering taking it, yeah.

- I need to talk to him.

He needs to know we're close with Ms. Avery.

- Well did you know that Avery's not here today?

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

- She's literally never had a sub before.

She knows we're onto her. We have to find her.

- What, and just, like, show up at her house?

You're gonna cut class?

- Yes, I am.

- Cool.

* *

- Hey!

- Oh, my God.

- We need to talk.

- What about it?

- I wanted to give you a chance to explain

before I show this to the police.

- I needed help with physics.

- You don't care about your grades.

And if you did, your parents would hire you

a private tutor from NASA or something.

- Okay, you don't know me nearly as well

as you think you do, Addy.

So why don't you and your little Nancy Drew friends

stay the fuck out of my business.

- Vanessa!

* *

- Hey! We had a deal, asshole.

- Why past tense?

- You weren't supposed to come after me or my friends.

Good luck trying to find someone else

to bring you dirt.

Hope you enjoy trying to hack into their DMs.

- I won't use your name.

- Okay, but you'll...

you'll use Ms. Avery's?

Okay, go ahead, Simon. Post about me.

Just don't take her down with me.

- I won't.

I just need her

to do something for me in exchange

- [scoffs]

Wow, look at you.

You started so holier-than-thou,

and now you're basically the bastard child

of a TMZ hack and a mob intern.

I can't wait for one of your victims

to wipe the fucking smirk off your face forever.

* *

- Vanessa!

- Ugh, get off my back!

Ah!

[groans]

Ow, Addy, what the fuck?

- Oh, fuck. Ow, that hurts.

- Oh, shit. Ads, You gotta go to the nurse.

- No, I'm fine.

Oh, fuck, Vanessa.

I know you didn't kill Simon.

But I know that he had something on Ms. Avery.

And I know that it had something to do with you.

I'm literally on my bloody knees begging you.

I know we're not friends anymore,

but Nate is my friend now, and I don't want him

to go to jail for something he didn't do.

- Ads, get off your knees.

Everyone already thinks you're a slut.

- Fuck.

- Well, at least she's not already in Tijuana.

- No, not yet.

- Is she--

* *

- Can I offer you some tea?

* *

- Give us one good reason

why we shouldn't show this picture to the police.

- You really have no idea what you're doing, do you?

- We know exactly what we're doing

because we know you killed Simon

so that he wouldn't tell on you and Vanessa,

and now you're running away because we're onto you.

- That's quite an elaborate hypothesis,

but I fear you haven't properly tested it.

It's not very scientific of you.

Now I see why you found chemistry so difficult.

- Okay then, what's with the suitcase?

And why was Vanessa here in the first place?

- So you admit you don't know.

- She was just helping me.

- Right, with physics.

* *

- I had an abortion, Addy.

- What? - Mm-hmm

And Ms. Avery was there for me because she's a good person.

She's like the opposite of a killer.

I mean, unless you're my parents.

If they found out,

they would say we're both baby killers

- I know what you all think of me,

but I'm not a monster.

I do actually care about my students.

- Vanessa, I'm so sorry.

- She caught me trying to skip,

and I told her I had a doctor's appointment,

so she thought I was lying

because, you know, I usually am.

And she said she had to call my parents

to check my story, so I panicked.

I completely broke down, and I told her everything.

- I helped Vanessa when she needed it,

and in doing so, I violated school rules.

- What school rules?

- She helped me make an appointment

with a good doctor.

And then she drove me there.

And she held my hand while I waited.

She even paid for it,

so my parents would never find out.

- We're talking about the same Ms. Avery?

- Mm-hmm.

Even total bitches have feelings, Addy.

You should know.

Look, I'm not ashamed about what I did.

I just really don't want Ms. Avery

to get punished for being nice to me.

- Simon said he wouldn't post about it

if I did something for him.

* *

He had me give you all detention that day

because he wanted to be alone with you.

- How do we know that you didn't take

that opportunity to kill him yourself?

Make sure that your job and your secret stayed safe?

- How could I? I wasn't even in the room.

I was dealing with the streakers.

* *

- I won't ask about the dad.

- Bitch, you just did. No!

Are you kidding? Why would I tell you?

You've been, like, the worst best friend ever.

- What about you?

You treated me like shit,

humiliated me in front of everyone,

called me a murderer.

- Maybe I didn't mind the spotlight

being on someone else for once

and as far away from Ms. Avery as possible.

Ads, you cannot tell anyone about her.

- I don't think she did it, guys.

- Okay, even if Vanessa's telling the truth,

it doesn't mean that Avery is.

She could've totally put the peanut oil

in his cup and then left, easy.

- How could she have known that the streakers

would be there at that exact moment?

- Is it possible that they were supposed to be there?

Like it was part of the plan?

I mean, if she got us all into detention

so she could kill Simon and blame it on us,

then maybe she orchestrated for the streakers

to be there, too, so she'd have an alibi?

We need to go to the police.

Maybe they can find the streakers.

- But what if Vanessa's right?

What is Ms. Avery is innocent?

If we go to the police,

we would be destroying both their lives for nothing.

- They were from Laguna, right?

You guys know anyone there

that could help us track them down?

- I have a friend who went there.

He graduated last year, but he might be able to help.

- That's great.

[phone buzzes]

* *

I'm gonna get to see Nate.

I'm going to get him to not sign that plea deal,

but we gotta move fast.

- What friend? Do I know him?

Is this a boyfriend?

- No, no, he's just a friend.

He's not just a friend, but he's also not official.

But I also don't think I would've gotten through

all this without him, so yeah, maybe a boyfriend.

Only he doesn't know it yet.

So yeah.

- That sounds confusing but good.

* *

- What are you doing here?

- Your mom gave me her spot.

It was really nice of her.

- Yeah, she was really nice to that reporter, too,

great interview.

- Listen to me. You can't take the plea deal.

We think we know who did it.

Ms. Avery had motive this whole time.

It was her.

Cooper and I actually went to her house.

And we talked-- - Wait, you went to her house?

And you think she's a murderer?

- Well, we had to confront her.

- Bronwyn, just stop!

The plea's only four years with good behavior.

If I take it, it's over for all of us.

You can go back to your life.

- I don't want to. What if we make bail?

- Don't even think about it. - You can't give up.

- You remember that fourth grade nativity play

at St. Pius?

You were playing Mary,

and that same morning, baby Jesus disappeared.

You had to carry the bag wrapped in the blanket

for the entire thing.

That was me.

Sorry I stole Jesus from you.

- Why did you do it?

- Because I wanted you to see me,

even if that meant you'd be angry at me.

Then I saw how angry you got,

and I realized I'd ruined the whole play for you.

Because that's what I do.

I'm not worth it, Rojas. - No, no.

- Go get ready for the Ivy League,

and I'll be doing whatever the opposite of that is.

- No, no, please!

Just give me some time! Please!

* *

- Okay, are you sure that car is Hunter's, you said?

- Mm-hmm, yeah, I'm positive.

You don't forget that asshole driving that asshole car

Okay, don't freak out,

but I think you've been recognized.

- Shit.

- It's fine.

Just act like a perfectly normal,

yet excessively cute couple taking pictures.

Ooh, we look good.

- Are we? A couple, I mean.

- I don't know. You tell me.

Only time you've asked to see me outside of my dorm

is so that I can help you

ID an unwitting accomplice to murder for you.

- Yeah, you know, I've been thinking

about all the different sides of myself

that I try to keep separate.

You know, like, there's Baseball Cooper.

And there's School Cooper. And there's At Home Cooper.

And then there's Murder Suspect Cooper.

And then there's Goes-to-his-stupid-

Homecoming-Dance- with-Keely-but-wishes-he-

was-with-you Cooper.

No, look, I'm serious.

God, there's only one Cooper who's happy.

That's the one who's with you.

I want to be with you

outside of your dorm room, too.

I want to be all those Coopers at the same time.

I mean, minus the murder suspect one,

but you know what I mean.

[soft music]

- * Ooh, all I want to do is dance with you *

* Ooh *

- Ooh, that's a good one. I look good.

- You look good.

Wait, is that him?

- Oh, my God, yeah.

- Yeah? - Yes.

- Hunter.

- Oh, fuck.

[tense music]

- Hey, hey!

* *

Hunter, Hunter, stop!

* *

Damn it, stop!

Ah!

Yo, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, not my arm! - Don't move!

You're that star pitcher, right?

You want to keep it that way,

you leave me the fuck alone

- No, you leave him the fuck alone.

Back off.

Never leave the house without pepper spray

when you're hanging out with Hunter.

Little tip I learned from the girls

I went to school with.

- Kris, what the fuck is happening?

I didn't do anything, all right?

He's the dangerous one.

- What are you talking about?

- You killed that kid. - What?

- All four of you, you did it together.

And now that they arrested the drug dealer,

you're trying to cover your tracks,

so you're not next, right?

- No, not at all!

- I swear I haven't said a word.

I'll give you your money back, too.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Did somebody pay you to streak on the first day of school?

- It wasn't you? - No!

And I think whoever it was probably killed Simon,

so I really need you to tell me who hired you.

- We answered a Reddit post,

first day of school prank.

They paid us on Venmo. I never got a name.

I just assumed it was one of you.

- Wait, you didn't go to the police?

- I didn't want them to know

that I had anything to do with it

Look.

That's the payment. That's all I know, I swear.

* *

- Oh, my God, it's Simon!

- Simon? - Yeah.

Anarchi$k, S-K. It was his gamer tag.

- So Simon wanted us all in detention,

and he hired the streakers?

- I'm confused.

Why would Simon want to create a distraction?

- To get Ms. Avery out of her room.

She was telling the truth.

- The cup. He left the cup on the table.

And then he went to the window.

That's when one of us could've put the peanut oil in it.

- What?

- Without the streakers,

none of us could have had access to the cup.

They were there to frame us.

That was the plan. He wanted to frame us.

- Okay, but why would he do that?

- Because he hated us. - No, not all of you.

We actually felt bad for you.

Even he thought you deserved better than Jake.

- If Simon orchestrated this whole thing,

then that means that...

Janae, do you think...

did Simon ever talk about killing himself?

- No, no.

He would never do that. That's not Simon.

- Okay, if there's any chance

that he could've done this to himself,

we have to tell the cops.

Nate can't be jail for murder if it wasn't murder.

- Bronwyn, fuck off, okay? I've had enough.

You knew him, right?

So you know he wouldn't do that.

Right?

- Maeve?

Maeve?

Maeve, say something.

You don't need to zoom.

- I do need to zoom.

- You didn't have to.

- Oh, my God.

How does it feel to be the new poster boy

for Bayview's conservative youth?

- [laughs]

- Well, this is just the beginning.

Gonna be TV ads, campaign events,

smiling to be the perfect son

for the perfect mayor in this perfect town.

And it's all a lie.

I just can't wait to leave.

Never come back.

- I get that.

But I actually had a disease.

So I try not to wish time away,

even when things are shitty.

- Are you trying to guilt me with your cancer card?

- Okay, it's literally the only card I have.

And I mean, come on.

I'm sure there'd be some things you'd miss

- Maybe. I do hate a lot of things.

- Yeah, do you now? - Yeah.

- Mm, okay. Then you'd miss hating them.

I mean, hating on things can be a lot of fun.

I hate boats and boat people.

- Sailors is what some people would say but yeah.

I hate milk alternatives.

- Facebook moms. - Keto diets.

- I hate people who wear puffy vests in the summer.

Like, what is that?

- Ripped jeans. I hate ripped jeans.

- Top 40 music. - Mm, yes.

- The worst.

- I don't hate hating things with you though.

I think I'd miss that

* *

- I think that...

* *

I don't know.

Maybe I didn't know him like I thought I did.

* *

- Janae--

- You're all fucking wrong then.

- Janae!

Fuck.

- You know what we have to do.

* *

I mean, it happened too fast.

How could Nate have known

that Simon was going to create that distraction,

and how could he put the capsule in the cup

in the few seconds it took from the streakers

to getting here to us getting to the window?

I mean, it was a setup.

You can confirm with Ms. Avery.

- We definitely will.

- Will she get in trouble?

- There could be civil consequences, I'm sure.

Maybe Vanessa's parents could decide to sue.

- Okay, but is it enough to free Nate?

- Is it enough to free Nate?

- I mean, if he killed himself, then--

- No, we've ruled out suicide.

We know he didn't kill himself.

You might be surprised to hear this,

but there's actually parts of this investigation

you don't know about.

I got people working on it around the clock.

I don't need your help.

The only thing you did here was get your teacher fired.

Or worse.

- But what about Nate?

* *

- If he's smart, he's gonna take the plea deal.

And if you're smart, you're going to stand back

and let me do my job

before you cause any more damage

or get charged with obstruction of justice

and wind up with Nate in jail.

We're done here.

* *

- That's our fault.

Detective Wheeler's right. We're making things worse.

- Maybe we can figure out who was stalking us.

It has to be the same person who framed Nate.

- Bronwyn, the police said there are things

that we don't know.

Maybe they have more evidence against him.

- Are you serious?

- We've been wrong before, Bronwyn,

about a lot of things at this point.

- And I don't want to be charged with obstruction.

[phone dings]

Shit, I have to go

- Seriously, you're just gonna go?

- What else do you want me to do?

Look, Hunter almost broke my arm today.

I got lucky, but this is my whole fucking future.

- You think I don't know what it's like

to put everything on the line?

I've been skipping classes, missing exams.

I have a fucking personal statement for Yale

to turn in, and I haven't even started.

- Maybe you should get started then.

Look, we've tried everything that we can.

I'm sorry, Bronwyn.

[soft music]

* *

- Didn't you say it before,

that Nate wouldn't want us

to throw away everything for him?

I'm sorry

* *

- All right. - I'll hook you up Sunday, man.

- You good, man? - Yeah, no worries.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You okay?

* *

- Really sorry we missed the ice cream pop-up.

- It's okay.

- Jake, can we go home?

- Does that mean you're done

with all this Scooby Doo stuff then?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm done

- Come here.

Come here, come here.

* *

- Dad, I'm sorry. - You're too late.

Traffic's too bad. I already canceled.

- You can't--why'd you--we can reschedule though, right?

I'm sorry!

I just--I was playing basketball

with some of the guys, I lost track of time.

- You were just playing basketball?

- Yeah.

- When are you gonna stop lying to me?

- What?

- Is this who you were playing basketball with?

He tagged you in this photo.

That means all of your followers can see it.

Recruiters, college teams,

the reporter you were supposed to meet with.

- Wait, Dad, is that why you canceled?

- Just when this whole Simon thing is starting

to die down, right, just when we can finally talk

about baseball again, you go on and pull this.

- Dad, I'm sorry!

I didn't know that that would happen.

- You are blowing it!

We are this close, Coop.

You gotta keep your head in the game.

That's if you still want it.

- Of course I want it, Dad, now more than ever.

But you know what?

* *

I want to be myself, too.

* *

- Kiddo.

I'm not trying to tell you not to be you.

I'm just--I'm trying to tell you how things work.

Tell your friend to take the photo down, please.

- Dad.

He's not my friend.

He's my boyfriend.

And I am not telling him to take it down.

You want me to stop lying?

This is where I stop lying.

I want to play baseball.

And I want to be out while I do it.

I think I'm that good.

- Nobody's that good.

* *

- Alright.

Well, I guess we'll find out.

* *

- I finished my personal statement.

Do you guys want to hear?

- Of course we do.

- In 11th grade, I faced one of the biggest challenges

I could imagine at the time, AP chemistry.

No matter how hard I worked, how much I studied,

I still found myself with a C.

For as long as I can remember,

I have defined myself by my academic success.

If I wasn't a straight A student,

I didn't know who I was.

I was so desperate to maintain my identity

as a perfect student that I stole exam questions

from my Chemistry teacher, and it worked.

I got an A.

So what did I learn from the experience?

How dangerous it is to define yourself so rigidly.

There are more sides to me than just being a good student.

I am brave. I am determined.

And I stand up for the people I believe in,

like my good friend Nate who is currently in jail

for a crime he didn't commit.

And I know admitting all of this is not gonna get me

admitted into Yale, but I've also learned

that there are more important things,

like getting Nate out of jail.

- Bronwyn, I--

- Why did you write that?

- Because it's the truth,

and because I can't focus on writing anything else

while I know Nate is sitting in jail.

Maybe if we bailed him out?

- So that's what this is about?

- Okay, we only have to put up 10% of the whole bail,

and I know there's way more than that

in my college fund--please.

- Bronwyn, we've already talked about this.

There's still people out there

that think the four of you were working together

So no. I'm sorry.

- You have raised me to stand up

for what I believe in and to never give up.

Those were qualities you admired

when what I wanted was to go to Yale.

And I'm telling you what is most important for me

right now is helping Nate

because I love him

and because it's the right thing to do

* *

["The Office" theme playing]

- I am so happy you're here.

Cool if I play RDR for a bit?

- Cool if I fall asleep while you play?

- Only if you drool on me.

- Oh, you missed it! Admit it.

- I did, I did.

- Should we get tickets to that thing some other time?

You still want to go, right?

- The ice cream thing. Yeah, of course, of course.

Soon, soon.

* *

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

* *

- Step out.

- Good evening. How we doing?

- Amazing, I'm about to sign a deal

admitting to a crime I didn't commit.

- So that means you don't want to accept bail?

- Sorry, what?

- They didn't tell you?

- Shit.

- Not the reaction I was expecting.

But the deal's still on the table regardless.

Do you want to sign it, or do you want to fight this?

- Fucking Rojas.

[dramatic music]

* *

- * Welcome to your nightmare *

* You're swimming in some murky water *

* It's coming out of thin air *

* Keep guessing, yeah, you're getting hotter *

* This is the beginning of the end *

* *

* This is the beginning of the end *

* *