All language subtitles for One of Us Is Lying s02e06 You Better Pray.eng

[light organ music]

[footsteps tapping]

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- Welcome, my child, and may
God's grace shine upon you.

- I bet you say that
to all the girls.

- [sighs]

Hello, Vanessa.

Has it been a year already?

- Don't pretend
you didn't miss me.

- I believe your line is,

"Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned."

- But I haven't.

I'm only here because
my parents forced me.

- No one is free
from sin, Vanessa.

- Yeah, no one in Bayview.

- Yes,
I understand it's been

an extraordinarily
difficult year.

- Oh, you don't even know.

First, my best guy friend
is framed for murder

by my ex-best girlfriend

who screwed my boyfriend
last summer.

And then, he vanishes.

And then, this rando I trusted
and promoted on my socials

turned out to be
some con artist

who got
her off-brand Anna Delvey

shoved off a water slide.

And now,
half the school blames me

for platforming
the crazy bitch.

And I had to go dark
on all my socials

because I am too terrified
of what will happen to me

if I speak out.

- All that in one year?

- [sighs]
That's just since September.

- In dark moments
like this,

I'm reminded
of a passage from Ezekiel.

- No, no, no,
we're not doing that.

You got the tea
you wanted, padre,

but this booth
is majorly triggering

for my clinically diagnosed
claustrophobia,

so let's just skip to the part
where I check my apps

and you sit there long enough

to get my parents off my back
till next Christmas.

- We don't have to wait a year.

Sometimes it helps
to talk to someone

with a little perspective--
- Shut up.

Shut up!

Is this for real?

[echoes]
Are you fucking kidding me?

[gasps, murmurs]

- Hey, excuse me.
I'm Tom Prestin.

Are you a Bayview student?

Do you know TJ Forrester?

- No press, please.

- Wait, I know you.

You're that conspiracy theory
girl from Instagram.

- So you've watched?

- Yeah, yeah,
I've devoured.

You're a riot.
- Yeah.

- No, those videos
are ridiculous.

[light funky music]

- Yeah.

OK, so I don't
do those anymore.

Sorry to disappoint.

* *

I shouldn't be here.

I told myself
the rest of senior year

would be drama-free.

- Then why did you come?
- Because you asked, TJ.

And curiosity
got the better of me.

I'm only human.

Did you do it?

- How could you
even ask me that?

- How could I not?

I mean, you don't seem crazy,
but neither did Giselle.

- I didn't kill her, OK?

I was set up.

The cops,
my parents, my lawyer.

No one believes me.

- And what
makes you think I will?

- [scoffs]

You're the only person who's
been seeing things clearly

all along.

- Finally, someone gets it.
Thank you.

OK, say more.

- So I got an anonymous text

telling me to break into
that abandoned mall off the 5

to steal that Twist o' Pretzel
food sign from the food court,

then drive it into the desert
as fast as I could.

- You didn't do it, did you?

[suspenseful music]

* *

Why would you do that?

- I had to, OK?

I was being blackmailed.

- Stop.

Blackmailed? How?

- We only have a few minutes.
Details don't matter.

The point is,
I didn't want it getting out,

so I did what they said.

[siren wailing]

They asked to search the car.

I was worried they'd find
the Twist o' Pretzel sign

in the trunk,

and they opened the glove box.

They found Giselle's phone.

Her blood was all over it.

They arrested me right there.

- Yeah, no shit.
That's serious evidence, dude.

- Yeah, they're saying
I'm a jilted lover.

- Are you trying to say
you didn't fuck her?

- No, I'm trying to say
I didn't kill her.

- Um, the phone?

- Someone must have planted it
when I went into the mall,

but there's no security footage
to prove it.

- Duh, that's why the
blackmailer chose that spot--

well, alleged blackmailer.

I'm assuming
you showed the cops the texts?

- Yes, I tried.

[stammers, sighs]

They disappeared.

- That's the best
you came up with?

- I know it sounds crazy,

but they're working
with serious tech, OK?

The only way they could
have on me what they do

is if they somehow
got onto my phone.

- OK, so what's on your phone
you don't want anyone to see?

- Still not the point.

After Addy stole
my phone at homecoming,

I beefed up security.

The blackmailer
must have hacked it--

used a virus or something.

- OK, so Mr. Robot
hacked your phone?

Got it.

Good luck in prison, babe.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, dude.

My mom told me that
Cooper's been calling nonstop

and wants to see me.

And those anonymous texts,

they were signed "Simon Says."

[dramatic music]

You've been saying
they killed Simon all along.

You're the only person who sees
them for who they truly are.

You've been obsessing
over them for months.

Why stop now?

- Because
of the body count, TJ.

- [scoffs]

So you do think
they killed Giselle.

* *

Please.

The cops want to put me away.

You're my only hope.

- [inhales, exhales deeply]

I--I'm done with all that.

I'm sorry.

[light music]

- You know me!

I'm not a killer!

What, you're just
gonna leave me in here?

- Let's go.

- If this fucked up year
has taught me anything...

[sighs] It's that
everyone has something to hide.

- Vanessa!

[light funky music]

* *

- OK, babe.

First day of the last semester
of high school.

Best years of your life.

You got this, gorgeous.

Don't let the assholes
get you down.

But also,
keep your head down,

look hot,

and try
not to get killed before prom.

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- I heard
TJ's still locked up

because his parents refused
to pay his bail.

Is that true?

- I wouldn't know.

I literally only talked to him
that once.

I am not involved.

Oh, my God.

Keely, look.

[dramatic music]

Murder Club,

walking in together

like no one even cares.

* *

- 'Cause no one does.

- Some balls of them
to show their faces here

while TJ rots in jail.

I checked, and none of them
posted anything all break.

That is fucking suspicious.

- Or they were busy.

Cooper's back with Kris, so he
barely responded to my texts.

And Addy said
her mom wanted quality time.

- And of course
you believe them.

- I thought
you weren't involved.

- I'm not.

- All right, folks, let's
settle in and get started.

Welcome back.

I hope your winter breaks
were good.

I'd like this new year

to be a new beginning
for our community.

[phone buzzing]

[tense music]

Come on, people.
Phones off.

You may remember

the takeover of the
school's computers last month.

The culprit is no longer
a student here,

but the virus may have
compromised personal devices.

- Did she just say virus?
- Shh.

- Our IT department suggests--

- Principal Gupta, I--

I have something I need to say.

* *

- This isn't a talkback, Addy.

- Yeah, I just--

I just wanted to say
what everyone's thinking.

Giselle Ward was a slut.

[gasps, murmuring]
- Addy!

- And she--

she had it coming.

[clamoring]
- [scoffs]

- That's detention,
Ms. Prentiss.

And you and I
will be talking about this.

* *

- What are you freaks up to?

[murmuring]

[suspenseful music]

* *

Addy and Maeve.

I am just living
for this pairing.

It's like one of those videos

where a kitten makes friends
with a chicken.

- What do you want, Vanessa?

- Some stunt you pulled
at assembly.

You know,
after your little performance,

rumors are going around

that TJ killed Giselle
to win you back.

- I feel like a boombox on the
lawn would be so much easier.

- So you think he did it?

- I hope justice
will be served.

- That's funny, because I was
just thinking the same thing.

Haven't seen you
making out with Janae today.

Where is she?

- Janae got transferred
to Balmoral Hall.

- Devastated, actually,

but thanks for rubbing salt
in the wound.

- Oh, Janae got kicked out.

- Speaking of making out,

where's Evan?

- Why would I know that?

- Well, because
we know about Evanessa.

- OK, ew.

- Mm.
- Stop.

That is so not a thing.

- * Look at me,
so clean, no effort *

* Ponytail,
ripped jeans, no effort *

* Face clean,
gold ring, no effort *

- Gupta said that whoever put
the virus on the computers

isn't at Bayview anymore.

- * So clean, no effort *

* Ponytail, ripped jeans *

- Janae Matthews
transferred schools.

I bet Janae put the virus
on the computers

to hack TJ's phone.

- What are you talking about?

- That's how Murder Club
framed TJ for killing Giselle.

- Listen,
I have student council at 3:00,

so I don't really
have time to...talk.

- Right, sorry.
- * It's a wet, hot summer *

* And I feel like cherry pie,
get a threesome going *

* 'Cause you know
that's what I like *

* It's the all-girl party *

* And they fuckin'
right outside *

- Would Addy
really kill Giselle

because she was jealous?

- You're still talking.

- OK, Evan,
let me help you.

Just...

Maybe Giselle knew
they framed Jake,

and paying her off didn't work.

- Or maybe we just hit pause
on all this murder stuff.

- You don't believe me?

- [whispers]
Oh, Vanessa.

OK. We're alone, OK?

You can stop with this act.

- [scoffs]

What act?

- The whole "Infowars,"

everything is a conspiracy and
nothing's as it seems stuff.

You're not serious.

- Serious about what, Evan?

- Anything.

- OK.
- Hmm? No.

[stammers]
No, but it's that...

Come on.
That's a good thing.

It's fine.
You're fun, you know?

You know how to turn
any situation into a good time.

That is such a rare gift.

- Yeah, not if everyone
thinks I'm a joke.

- OK, well...

prove them wrong.

Don't just go broadcasting
every wild bit of information.

Do research.
Gather evidence.

- Oh, my God.
Evan, that is...

Actually not bad advice.

[mischievous music]

Thank you so much,
Mr. Matthews.

* *

Janae?

You in here?

* *

Ugh, come on.

I know you guys
are hiding something.

[suspenseful music]

* *

Hello.

* *

Holy shit.

[exhales sharply]

They really killed her.

* *

And we're all next.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- Oh, my God.

Hi.
[laughs]

I heard you weren't
coming back to school,

so I just wanted
to say goodbye.

But if you don't want
to hear it, I'll just go.

- No.

You're not leaving

until you tell me
what you're doing here.

- I made guac.
Any takers?

- [giggles]

Thank you,
Mr. Matthews,

but I was actually
just heading out.

[scoffs]

[suspenseful music]

* *

Evan, pick up.

Murder Club is
trying to kill us.

- Our faces were
all crossed out?

- Yes, it was an enemies list.

They already axed Giselle,
put you behind bars.

And Evan, Cole, and I are next.

You were right, TJ.

If we don't prove that
Murder Club is guilty,

my life's in danger, too, OK?

So start talking.

What's your alibi
for Giselle's murder?

- [sighs]
I was on the couch,

getting high
and rewatching "Geostorm."

- OK, yeah,
that's too sad to be a lie

but far from airtight.

What about the secret
Simon Says had on you?

- Why do you need to know that?

- Because
I've watched enough "SVU"

to know a clue can come
from anywhere, TJ.

Spill.

- Fine.
OK, but you--

you have to swear that
you're not gonna tell anyone.

- On Mariska Hargitay's life.

- These past few months,
I have had a side hustle on...

CougarsLoveCubs.com.

- [laughing]
You're a sugar baby?

- I'm not a--
- I knew it was a sex thing.

I knew it was a sex thing.

- Only cam stuff, OK?
No one ever saw my face.

- OK, great.
But why?

Your dad is, like, mega rich.

- That's the embarrassing part.

Dad got super into crypto.

He lost everything.

He can't even afford my bail.

- Ooh.
Even Nate Macauley made bail.

- Yeah, that's actually
why I got a job at Victor's,

and I sucked so much
that I got shit-canned.

- I didn't know
you were fired, TJ. Why?

- The night before
Giselle got murdered,

someone stole 1,200 bucks
from the register

using my ID code.

- No, wait, hold up.
I was at Victor's that night.

I don't remember
seeing you there.

- Because I wasn't!

I was surfing Lunada up in PV.

But does anyone listen? No.

No, let's blame everything
on TJ, you know?

- TJ, shut up.

[suspenseful music]

I have an idea.

* *

I love the uniform.

It's, like, chic
in, like, a cop kind of way.

- The girl from the Internet.
Great.

- Not to sound
all Bronwyn Rojas,

but I'm here
gathering evidence.

And I'd like
to see the cash found

with Giselle Worth's
belongings.

- And why do you think
there was cash found?

- Because the night
before Giselle died,

she told me
someone tried to pay her off

with $1,200 in cash.

Turns out,
that same night,

someone stole $1,200
from Victor's.

And you know
that's not a coincidence.

- Coincidence or not, we don't
show evidence to the public.

- I can prove it.

I went a little overboard
at Sephora on Black Friday,

so my dad has had me
on credit card probation.

My life's a cash-only hell,
like I'm a Mennonite.

- Mm-hmm.
- Or a Boomer.

- Is this going somewhere?
- Yeah.

I'm a make lemons into
a lemon La Croix kind of girl,

so I took this as a guerilla
marketing opportunity.

I started doodling on my bills
and writing down my handles.

- Oh, you're
a real Bethenny Frankel.

- Thank you.
- Why should I care?

- Because on the night
the money was stolen,

I paid
for a frieze salmon salad

with a 50
that had Grant done up

in a gorgeous,
beautiful beehive wig.

If that bill was found
in Giselle's motel room,

that proves the money
came from Victor's.

And since TJ wasn't in town but
I saw Nate Macauley working,

that means Nate tried
to pay Giselle off

before killing her.

[light music]

- [laughing]

- Why is she laughing?

You're welcome.

[door opens, slams]

[sighs]

* *

- Table for one?
- [scoffs] Rude.

No, I need to talk to Victor

about an incident involving
two of his employees--

[phone buzzes]
TJ and Nate.

[ominous music]

* *

Oh, you're shitting me.

- Everything OK?

- Um...

yeah, yeah, just some pervs
trying to scare me.

[scoffs]

Speak of the devil.

Tell Victor I'll be back.

[suspenseful music]

* *

Nate Macauley on a yacht?

OK, there is
definitely something wrong

with this picture.

Shit, shit.

* *

What are you supposed to be?

- Close your eyes.
Keep them closed.

- They are closed.
- [gasps]

- Step here.

There you go, mm-hmm.

- You are still such a dork.
- It's gotta be a surprise.

Step. One more step.
- OK.

- Careful.
Keep them closed.

There you go.
Okay. Oh.

And open.

Voilà.
This is my cabin.

Kind of an upgrade, right?
- Wow.

Yeah, it's so nice of Janae

to let you stay here.
- Yeah.

- How long
do you think you'll crash?

- Until I can
afford my own place.

I'm not going home.

You know, when it was just
my dad passed out on the couch,

I could deal,

but with my mom,

there is no avoiding
the dysfunction.

And there is
all this Simon Says bullshit.

Can't believe
Vanessa saw the murder board.

- Murder board?
- OK, but it's just Vanessa.

She's not going
to figure anything out.

- I hope not.
- [gasps]

- 'Cause then we might have
another Giselle situation

on our hands.
- OK, yeah.

But we don't have
to think about that right now.

As a matter of fact,
you were showing me your cabin.

Tell me about this bed.

- It's more of a show
rather than tell situation.

- OK, so show me.

* *

- Take this off.

* *

[phone buzzes]

- Shit.

- The fuck was that?

[phone buzzes]
- Shit.

- Shh, shh.

Shh.

* *

- [grunts]
- Aah!

- What the fuck?
- Vanessa?

- Is this not my dad's boat?
I always do this.

- OK, first the pool house,
now this.

Why are you following us?

- Because you killed Giselle
and then framed TJ,

and I'm gonna prove it.

- You really
don't want to do this.

- OK, let me go, asshole.

- Wait.
You think TJ was framed?

- No,
I don't think it, Bronwyn.

I know it.
I know everything.

I know Janae put the virus
on the school computers

and used it to get dirt
on everyone at school.

And that's
how you blackmailed TJ.

And now you're blackmailing me.

Who's just Vanessa now,
Bronwyn?

- Blackmailed how?
You have to tell us.

- Save the innocent act
for the bedroom.

- Vanessa, slow down.

You need to take it easy, OK?

* *

Vanessa?
- Oh, my God.

- What the fuck?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Put Stan down.

- Let me go,
or it's bye-bye, bestie.

I swear to God,
I have even less regard

for this thing's life
than you did for Giselle's.

- OK, just tell us
what TJ said.

- Bronwyn.
Bronwyn, let it go.

We'll deal with her later.

Vanessa, chill.

We're moving.

* *

- I barely made it
out of there alive.

They said
I'd end up like Giselle.

Giselle is dead, Cole!

- I'm aware,
but let's not overreact.

- Overreact?

Dude, they framed your brother
for murder

and then chased him out
of town, or worse.

And then they killed Giselle.
And they framed TJ.

And now,
they want us dead.

- You know
we're on the same side,

but not everything
is a conspiracy, Vanessa.

- Oh, my God, what are
you even saying, Cole?

- Jake wasn't framed.

He killed Simon.

[light music]

* *

- That's--no.
Jake is innocent.

Why would Jake kill Simon?

- I don't know.

I believed he was innocent too.
I really did.

But then I heard the recording.

- [sighs]

What recording?

- Wheeler brought me and my mom
in the night Giselle died.

They're building a case
against Jake.

They played us files
from his Xbox.

- No.

No, that--
that can't be true, Cole.

That's not true.

- Our lawyer gave us a copy.

* *

Vanessa, you need to hear it.

- Are you being serious?

- Just listen.

Please?

* *

- Man, I can't wait
to see their faces.

It's going to be
fucking hilarious.

I mean, you're going
to be there, right?

- What?

- Outside detention,
just in case?

I don't trust those idiots

to know their way
around an EpiPen.

- No, no.

Simon, I told you,

nothing to tie me
to any of this.

- I was wrong.

About everything.

I used to think I knew Jake
better than anyone,

better than Addy even.

God, but the--
the Jake on those tapes,

he's so cold.

And he's so angry.

- There was always
this other side to Jake.

I just didn't want to see it.

- Do you remember
the day I called you

to tell you I was pregnant?

The first thing
you said to me was--

both: "Don't tell Jake."

- He didn't know
we were hooking up.

I wasn't sure how he'd take it.

- You were scared
of what he'd do.

- Let's just say
he had his demons.

- What does that mean?

Addy said
Jake wasn't really in Greece.

She's right, isn't she?

[scoffs]
After everything, Cole,

I think you owe me the truth.

- Jake was in rehab.

- Rehab?

For what?

Oh, my God.
Cole, for what?

Cole, why didn't you
tell me this sooner?

- I knew
I shouldn't have said anything.

Look, my parents
do not want this to get out.

OK, Vanessa?
Vanessa.

Hey, hey,
you cannot tell anyone.

- Fine.

But still, OK, none of this
points to who killed Giselle.

- Like I said,
not everything is a conspiracy.

Jake killed Simon.

TJ killed Giselle.

- Cole, what about Murder Club?

What about those pictures
of us on the wall?

- OK, it is over.

Vanessa, it's done, OK?

Those people are crazy,

but that does not mean
that you need to be crazy too.

Hmm?

[light organ music]

* *

- Mind if I join you?

- I just needed
a place to think

where no one would look for me.

So this is not Vanessa Clark's
come to Jesus moment,

so don't try anything.

- I wouldn't know
where to begin.

- Have you ever been so sure
that you know something,

and then it turns out you were
completely wrong all along?

- Nearly every day.

- And that your best friend
isn't who he says he is?

And maybe
if you think about it,

the only reason
you were defending him

was because it made people
pay attention to you?

And--and if you
were wrong about him,

then maybe you're wrong
about everything?

- That one, not so much.

- [sniffles]
Everyone thinks I'm a joke.

The funny part is,
they're right.

- Some wise words come to mind.

"I don't know a soul
that's not been battered.

"I don't have a friend
who feels at ease.

"I don't know a dream
that's not been shattered

when driven to its knees."

- Is that Ezekiel or whatever?

- Wrong prophet.

That's Paul...

Simon.

He's saying, feeling lost is
part of what makes us human.

But those thoughts
don't define us.

What defines us
is what we do next.

- But how do you know
what to do?

- When I feel
the truth's eluding me,

it helps to begin
at the beginning.

I assume nothing and
let only the truth guide me.

- Father, um...

Who's Paul Simon?

I'm kidding.

Your face.

Oh, my God.

Oh, sorry about the "God."

[Paul Simon's "American Tune"]

- * I don't know a soul
who's not been battered *

* I don't have a friend
who feels at ease *

* I don't know a dream
that's not been shattered *

* Or driven to its knees *

* Still, when I think of... *
- Begin at the beginning.

- * The road
we're traveling on *

* I wonder what's gone wrong *

* I can't help it,
I wonder what's gone wrong *

* *

- Vanessa, got your text.

It's not exactly
where I expected

our little study session
to go down, but you know--

Ooh, Keely. Hi.

- Hi.

- Vanessa and I,
we're just--

working on a school project

for a class at school.

- OK, so Evan sucks at lying.
That's good to know.

- I know you two
are hooking up.

Vanessa told me about your abs.

- Hmm.

- Well, I mean--
- All right.

OK, I'm confused.

What am I--
what am I doing here?

- OK, so this is a honey trap.

You weren't responding
to my non-sex-related texts.

- What, that Murder Club stuff?
I thought that was just jokes.

- Sit, yeah?

- OK.
- Yeah.

OK, I know I've been a lot
these past few months.

And maybe I haven't been
the best friend or...

hookup partner,

but I really
can't do this alone.

- Do what?

- You told me
to gather evidence, right?

So I did.

I went back to the beginning,
where all of this started.

Halloween.

- You promised this wasn't
more of your bullshit.

- It's not, Keely.

This is different, OK?
I have facts.

- [sighs]

- I need you, Keels.

- OK, fine.

- OK.

Fact: Jake killed Simon.

- What did you say?
- Wait, excuse me?

- You just spent months
trying to convince the world

that he didn't.
- I know.

I was wrong.

- Wow.

In the 13 years
I've known her,

I have never heard her say
those words in that order.

- So what changed your mind?

- That's confidential.

But Jake killing Simon

doesn't mean
Murder Club is innocent, OK?

I have been up all night going
through hundreds of photos

my army sent in
from Halloween.

And I made a timeline of...

the party.

- Wow.
- OK.

9:22.

This is the last photograph
of Jake's car.

The next time we see
the driveway is 9:36.

No car.

- OK, so Jake left the party
in that 14-minute window.

- Yes, and we see
the car again at 10:03

in that picture by the woods,

where we started
the search party.

After that,
the car is never seen again.

- So Jake left for Mexico
after 10:04.

Who cares?
- There's more.

Jake's party was invite-only--
crème de la fucking crème.

I helped make the invite list,

so I was able
to match every guest

to their disappointingly
derivative costume.

The only people
I can't identify--

these three party crashers
in store-bought masks at 9:02,

the same mask I found
in Janae's pool house.

- So who are they?

- Based on hair
and body type,

I believe we're looking
at Janae Matthews,

Nate Macauley,
and Bronwyn Rojas.

- Yeah,
that does look like Bronwyn.

- Expert verified.
Terrific.

Moving on, there is
one more uninvited guest.

9:13.

Jake argues with a bear,

who is Murder Club's groupie...

Maeve Rojas.

- OK, so they crashed
Jake's party.

So what?

- So after 9:22,
when Jake's car disappears,

none of them appear
in any more photos,

and neither do Cooper and Addy,
until almost 11:30.

- OK, now I know
you've lost it.

Cooper told me
they were upstairs

helping your drunk ass
that whole time.

- Fake news, Keels.
I wasn't upstairs.

I woke up from my nap
and went back down to the party

at approximately 10:12.

You were watching "Scream."

I have a very blurry memory

of Neve Campbell
punching Courteney Cox

right before
I continued my nap.

But if you don't believe me,
that's OK.

Believe this awful photo
someone took of me at 10:13.

[tense music]

- Oh, my God.

- And seeing that bear costume

reminded me
of something else too.

OK, I don't have a photo
for this one,

but I know I saw Cooper and
Addy come back into the party

right as "Scream" was ending,

which would make it
approximately 11:21.

And Maeve the bear came in
right behind them.

You guys,
wherever they went,

they went together.

- This is sort of amazing.

You're sort of amazing.

- Yeah, fully aware of that.

Thank you.

- So Cooper's been lying to me
this whole time.

- Yeah.

Look, I know it's hard, Keels,

but we have to see
the assholes in our life

for who they really are.

Are you OK?

- [inhales, exhales deeply]

I need to talk to Zach.

Zach's my dickhead ex.

He stalked me
to the Halloween party,

so I punched him.

After that,
he wandered off from the party.

But for days,
he kept calling

to tell me we need
to talk about Halloween.

He said there's something
about Cooper I need to hear.

I thought he was making it up
out of spite,

so I ignored it.

- So do you think
he's telling the truth?

- I don't know
what to think anymore.

- Right.

Well, I can't wait
to meet this Zach guy.

He sounds great.

- Well, I--I think
he's more likely to talk

if Vanessa and I go in alone.

- It's OK.

We got this.

[grunting]

Hey, douchebag.

- Hey, Keely bear.

I knew you'd be back.

[tense music]

So you want me to tell you
what I saw on Halloween.

OK.

I'll tell you...

if you apologize.

- Keely--
- No, no, no, it's fine.

OK.

I am sorry I hit you, Zach.

Halloween.

Talk.

- Well,
I was too drunk to drive,

so I decided to walk home.

That's when I saw Cooper's Jeep

tailing Jake's Karmann Ghia
on a backroad.

- What time?

- I don't know, 11:00?

- Why didn't you
tell the police?

- Then I wouldn't get to see
my Keely bear again, would I?

- How do I know
you're not making this up

to get back at Cooper?

- Hey, I'm not a liar, OK?
But he is, right?

I mean,
he never even loved you.

And you chose him?

I mean,
what is wrong with you?

Are you really that stupid?

- Hey, bro?

Yeah, keep talking.

Because things turn out great

for privileged white dudes
who demean women on camera.

- Whatever.

I have other plans
for Cooper Clay.

- Yeah, OK,
here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna tell us exactly
where you saw Jake's car,

or I'm gonna post
the shit out of this video

and tag your problematic ass.

[light music]

* *

OK, this is
where Captain Douche said

he saw Jake's car turn off.

- And Cooper's Jeep kept going
that way on the main road.

- So it doesn't look like
this dirt road goes anywhere.

It just ends in a cliff.

- Then that's
where we're going.

- So what are we hoping
to find here?

- Proof that
Jake's not in Mexico.

- Right.
No, yeah.

But I mean,

what are we really doing here?

Most people would have given up

about
600 Halloween pictures ago.

- People don't expect much
from me, Evan.

After a while,
I guess...

I stopped expecting much
from myself.

So if I'm right about this,
maybe that'll change.

- Well, you're good at this.

Really good.

You are a natural journalist,
I'd say.

- OK.
- No, seriously.

Seriously, you shouldn't
sell yourself short.

I think you could
consider a career.

And I do hear that Northwestern
has a great program.

- OK, yeah,
like I would move to Chicago.

You do not cover this body
with a parka, Evan.

[phone chiming]
- True. True.

- Why are people sending me
links to Bronwyn's Instagram?

Oh, my God.
That bitch!

- Hey, was she spying on us?

- Yeah, um,
so that's my fault.

They threatened
to tell everyone about us

if I didn't stop investigating.

- But you just
kept going anyway?

- Yeah, I guess
I care more about the truth

than my reputation.

- Hmm.

- Well, I guess Bronwyn's done
denying they're Simon Says.

- Hey, guys?

We're here.

- Oh, my God.

- What now?

- We could go to the cops,
tell them the spot to search.

- The cops won't do anything.

We need proof.

[exhales sharply]

OK.

You can do this.

* *

- Hold on!

- Yeah, good advice, Keels.
Thank you.

* *

OK.

[exhales sharply] OK.

- Do you see anything?

[suspenseful music]

* *

- [voice breaks]
Jake, you asshole.

I never got to say goodbye.

- What is it?

- What did you find?

- [sniffles]
The truth.

- * It's been dark lately *

* My head is filled
with smoke these days *

* The world's gone crazy *

* Where do we, where do we,
where do we go from here? *

* Sleepwalking *

* Down the side road *
- LA.

I could do LA.

- Vanessa?

Someone's here to see you.

- * And I'm *

* *

- [sighs]
Coming.

- So my intern, Keely, tells me
you want to do an interview.

- I know your ratings go up

when you cover
Bayview's many tragedies.

Audiences love dead teens.
It's a fact.

But lately, your ratings
have been on a downward trend.

You need a new angle.

I've got one.

- I'm listening.

- Jake Riordan's not in Mexico.

I always said he wouldn't
leave town without telling me.

Now I have proof.

I found Jake's license plate
at the bottom of a cliff.

- How do you know it was his?
- I matched it with photos.

- And where's the cliff?
- Hmm.

Yeah, right.

Like I'm gonna give away
a scoop for free.

- Smart.

- You told me I was ridiculous.

- I said your videos were.

How about this?

If you can produce the plate,
you can come on my show

and reveal the location there.

One journalist to another.

[rock music]

- Easter came early, bitches,
because she has risen.

I am back,
and I have piping hot tea.

Tomorrow, yours truly
is going on "Tom Prestin"

to reveal evidence about Jake
that will change everything.

And I want
my whole army watching.

See you there.

[chuckles]

[phone buzzes]

[tense music]

OK, Murder Club, whatever.

[sighs]

* *

[exhales]

* *

- Look, I know Tom.

Tom Prestin would not
bring her on the show

without something real.

- What could she possibly have?
- I don't know.

Maybe we should
do something soon

before Vanessa goes
on live TV.

- Haven't you killers
done enough?

- Spying on us again?

Jesus,
it's getting old, Vanessa.

- Yeah, I just wanted
to stop by and say thank you.

A death threat
from Murder Club themselves?

Now that'll make
for great banter with Tom.

- What are you
even talking about?

- Shut your mouth,
or I shut it for you.

I mean, are you kidding?

- Wait,
did someone threaten you?

- OK, cut the shit.
I know you're Simon Says.

- What?

Did you just say Simon Says?
- Yeah.

- Vanessa, you can't
go on "Tom Prestin."

- If you do,
your life will be in danger.

- OK, you are not
gonna scare me off.

I know the truth,
and I'm gonna tell the world.

And if anything happens to me,

my army will know
exactly who to blame.

See you psychos
at your arraignment.

* *

[knocks at door]

- Five minutes, V.

You good?

- I'm great.

- You know you don't have
to do this, right?

- No, I'm not gonna let
those Riverdale rejects

scare me off.

- OK.

Cool, I guess
I will see you out there.

OK.
So I was thinking, right?

Um, if, you know,
after the interview,

maybe we could

go for a burger or something?

You know,
to celebrate?

- In public?

- Well, I mean, since we're
already Instagram official--

- Right.

Yeah, I could eat.

- Cool. Cool.

OK.

Um...

Listen.

I'm proud of you.

And you should be too.

[gentle music]

* *

OK, I'll see you soon.

- OK, just the hair.
Evan, not the hair.

- All right, I'll just--
- Please, thank you.

- OK, all right. OK.
- OK.

* *

[bell rings]

[exhales sharply]
You've got this, babe.

This is the start
of the rest of your life.

[object clatters]

[eerie music]

Hello?

Someone there?

* *

[clears throat] OK.

You're fine.

Just do what the stars do--

shine.

- Bayview, California.

By now,
you're all familiar

with the ongoing drama
unfolding here.

But today, you'll be
hearing a major revelation

from an unlikely source--

an industrious teen with
a bright future ahead of her.

Bayview PD could learn
a thing or two from this one.

Here
for an exclusive interview,

Vanessa Clark.

Vanessa, come on out.

[tense music]

* *

This is live television, folks.

* *

- Vanessa, they're waiting--

* *

- * Come here
and dance with the devil *

* Come here
and dance with the devil *

* Come here and dance
with the devil *

* High heel, cold steel,
soul made of metal *

* Come here and dance
with the devil *

* Come here
and dance with the devil *

* Come here and dance
with the devil *

* Drop top, foot down,
smash on the pedal *

* Holy Spirit, holy squirt *

* Take communion,
quench your thirst *

* I can save you,
I'm your church *

* Suck my milk out,
second birth *

* Just call me Lucifer,
I'll introduce you *

* To legions of demons
and heathens seducing you *

* Business as usual,
make me delusional *

* Tie me up, try me
as if it's the crucible *

* Hail Mary,
full of grace *

* Bless these holy whips
and chains *

* Hold my hand as I pray *

* Lock the door
and we can play *

* Come here and dance
with the devil *

* Come here
and dance with the devil *

* Come here and dance
with the devil *

* Drop top, foot down,
smash on the pedal *

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