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(orchestral music)

(soft orchestral music)

(seagulls squawking)

(baby weeping loudly)

- [Felix] Settle down, June!

Take it easy!

- Yeah, take it easy.

Take it easy.

What kind of idiot do
you think I am, Felix?

Did you really think I
wouldn't figure things out?!

- It's okay.

I can't believe I had to pull
you kicking and screaming

out of our front yard
with Derek on your hip!

- (scoffs) You would wanna
protect her.

- I never cheated on you!

- Before her, right?!

- That's right!

Years of jealousy, rages and
accusations.

You never trusted me.

Don't like you're not part of
the problem.

- Please.

Me and your son mean nothing to
you.

(baby weeping loudly)

- That's not true.

You need help, June.

It's been bad for a long time.

I never know when you're gonna
lose it.

- Oh yeah?

You can't live with me?

Well guess what?

You don't have to.

(tires screeching)

'Cause I'd rather die than
let you live with her!

Stop, you're...
(tires screeching)

You're scaring Derek.
- Whore!

- You stop, Felix!

Stop!
- No, you stop!

- I hate you!

(tires screeching)
(intense orchestral music)

I hate you!

- June, look out!

(tires screeching)
(cars smashing)

(foreboding orchestral music)

(baby weeping loudly)

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(energetic funk music)

- [Megan] I'm so glad we're
here.

I needed to get away.

- To a girl's weekend.
(chuckles)

(glasses clinking)
- Cheers.

- More specifically to Kathy

or should I say Principal
Sullivan.

- I just hope I don't screw it
up.

- What are you talking about?

You've got this.

You were voted best teacher
three times

and now you'll make
even a better principal.

- It is a dream come true.

Megan, Stacey,

I don't know if I could've
made it through the past year

without you two in my corner.

- We're gonna always be here
for you whenever you need us.

- God, I hope they come and fix
the a/c.

- It's been about an hour.

Lemme call them again.

- Good idea.

(soft jazz music)

- [Ian] Hey there.

- Are you new?

Where's Clint tonight?

I already called him twice about
room 302.

- Yeah, I'm new and
I'm filling in for him.

Sorry, I'm still getting
used to this thing.

I didn't catch you the
first time, I'm Ian.

- Well Ian, I hope you're good
with a/cs.

- Don't worry, I got you
covered.

(radio beeping)

- A little more?
- Little more, you know me.

C'mon. (chuckles)

- Now let's talk about your man
situation

or the lack of one.

- Don't even go there.

Between work and my separation
with Ben,

it's the furthest thing from my
mind.

- I'm sure Ben's not wasting
time on the dating apps.

I'm sorry, that came out wrong.

You know me and wine.

- We both agreed we just
need a little time apart.

He can do whatever he wants.

- Still it wouldn't hurt
to have a little fun.

(door knocking)
- (scoffs) Finally.

Starting to sweat.

- Come on in.

- Hi, you guys called about the
a/c?

- Oh yes, we can't seem
to get it to come on.

- Lemme see.

(soft intriguing music)

- Do you think you can turn it
on for us?

- What?

- Sometimes you just have to...

(a/c beeping)
There you go.

System just needed to be reset.

- No problem.

When I need my system reset,
I'll know just to call.

- Is there anything else I
can do for you lovely ladies?

- Well, I could think of a
couple things.

- No, we're good.

Thank you.

We appreciate your help.

- Just call the front desk
if you guys need anything

and ask for Ian.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Ian.

- I'll let you guys get back to
it.

- I wouldn't mind spending
a few hours under that.

(Kathy scoffing)

Oh and men that age are
always tryin' to prove

how good they are in bed.

- It sounds like you have
some first-hand experience.

- Maybe, maybe not.

- He's just a college kid.

This is probably his summer job.

- We should leave him a fat tip.

- Megan. (chuckles softly)

(soft intriguing music)

Okay, you two.

I'm gonna call it.

I'm gonna have a quick hot
tub before I crawl into bed.

What about her?

- Let her sleep it off.

Meet me for breakfast?

- Sounds like a plan.

Thank you again for setting this
up.

- No problem, hun.

But really think about this man
thing;

maybe it's time for you
to step your little toe

back into the swimming pool of
romance.

- We'll see.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(water splashing lightly)
(soft jazz music)

- Hi there.
(Kathy gasping)

Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

- It's okay.

I was just deep into my
thoughts.

- Do you mind?

- Not at all.

- Hotel lets us use the
amenities after our shift.

- I was just enjoying the
night before heading up to bed.

- I don't think I caught your
name.

I'm Ian.

- I remember.

I'm Kathy.

- It's nice to meet you, Kathy.

Sure you don't wanna join me?

- No I'm good, thanks.

- Water feels pretty great.

(soft foreboding music)

- Ian?

Ian.

Ian.

Come on, quit playin' around.

(Ian chuckling)

Are you okay?
- What was that about?

- I'm sorry, I saw you.

You weren't moving and I got
worried.

- Oh no no, I'm sorry.

I like to float underwater.

It helps me to relax.

- You were down there and not
moving.

I just feel so silly.
- I'm sorry.

- I was a lifeguard in college.

- I'm sorry.
- A natural reaction, I guess.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to scare you like that.

I have to admit, that was pretty
sexy the way you jumped in.

- Not what I was going for,
but thank you all the same.

Well, I better get up to my
room.

It's pretty late.

- It's not that late.

Lemme walk you back up to your
room.

It's the least I can do for
when you tried to save my life.

- Well I mean, I don't normally.

- What?

(both chuckling softly)

Come on, we're just two adults.

I think you're pretty hot.

- Okay.

- Look, we can just hang out.

Maybe grab a drink from the
minibar.

It's on me.

- Maybe just one drink.

I feel a little silly
inviting you back to my room.

I'm old enough to--

- There's nothing old about you.

You are smart and beautiful.

I could tell from the moment I
saw you.

- Look, I'm still technically
married.

- What does technically mean?

- Well we're separated,

but I'm hoping that we work
things out.

- That's great.

I hope that happens.

But tonight, it's just you and
me.

(foreboding orchestral music)

- This just isn't me.

- Look you're not hurting
anyone, are you?

It feels good.

We're just two adults that
are attracted to each other

and whatever happens stays
between us.

(lips smacking)

(foreboding sensual music)

(waves whooshing)
(seagulls squawking)

(romantic piano music)

- And my apologies for your
a/c problems last night.

- Please, thank the maintenance
guy.

Ian, I believe?

- I'm sorry, I don't know that
name.

- Ian, I think he's new.

- Well I'm happy we were able to
assist.

You ladies have a good day.

- Thank you.
- All right.

- Last night after I woke
up and went back to my room,

I could've sworn I saw that Ian
guy

coming outta the room next to
mine.

- Wasn't that your room?

- My room's next to your room,
but--

- Oh no you didn't.
- Kathy.

- Wait, you guys don't
know the whole story.

- Don't worry, we will.

- Such a naughty girl.

(seagulls squawking)
(soft foreboding music)

- Got it?

- Yeah, Clint.

- What?

I did everything you wanted me
to.

- You can have that back.

Remember to keep your mouth
shut.

- I don't even know you.

Don't worry.

It's that good stuff?

Got this from your dad?

- Stepdad.

- All this for some chick.

She must be special.

- Yeah, you could say that.

(intense orchestral music)

Don't worry, I'm comin' for you.

(soft orchestral music)
(birds chirping)

- Bree, you home?

Bree.

- Hey, mom.
- Hi.

Have you been home long?

- About an hour.

Dad dropped me off after speech
therapy.

He said he could tell a big
improvement.

- Well it's true.

You worked really hard.

- I hate saying goodbye to dad.

- I know it's hard.

We just need a little time
apart, okay?

- Somethin' different about you.

How was your trip, good?

- Yeah, it was great.

Just had some time with the
girls.

(somber orchestral music)

(birds chirping)

(eerie orchestral music)

- Short on product, boy.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

- And you're drugged out half
the time;

how would you know?

- Stay outta my business.

- Business?

Get a real job, deadbeat.

- Watch your mouth!

- D'you at least feed mom?

- Yeah, she's fine.

- You're worthless.

- What'd you say, boy?!

- You okay, mom?

- My baby, yes.

Of course I'm doing fine.

- Did Boom feed you?

- Yes, you always look out for
me.

He can be so mean.

- I know but you won't have to
put up

with it much longer, mom.

I promise.

(poignant piano music)

(birds chirping)

- Bree.

Bree, we're gonna be late.

- God, mom I heard you.
- The principal

and her daughter can't
be late on the first day.

You okay?

You nervous?

- What if it's the same?

What if they don't like the way
I--

- Don't worry about it, sweetie.

You're doing so much better now.

Just relax and be your beautiful
self.

New school, new friends for both
of us.

10 minutes, okay?

(soft orchestral music)

(intense foreboding music)

- You okay, mom?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- C'mon.

(foreboding orchestral music)

- Here she is.

Here are your messages
so far, Miss Sullivan.

- A handful of messages before
eight a.m.?

- That's how you know it's the
first day

of a new school year.

It's always so exciting.

Are you ready for your first
class?

- I guess.

- That's all right, Bree.

You're gonna love it here, I
promise.

- Well, meet you after school.

Have a good day.

Sorry about that.

First-day jitters.

Things at her last
school were complicated.

Some of the girls there
made it difficult for her.

Gotta get to these.

(muffled crosstalk)

- Morning, everyone.

Please take your seats
so we can get started.

- Have you seen the new girl?

The principal's daughter, right?

She's our number one new
project.

I am not gonna let the budget
for cheer

get cut the year I'm captain.

- And becoming besties with
the principal's daughter.

- Exactly.

- You're evil, Leslie.

But in the best way.

- Shakespeare, folks.

That's the name for the
semester.

We're gonna study three
of his plays this year.

(foreboding orchestral music)

Tardy the first day.

- Sorry, sir.

New school.

I'm tryin' to find my way
around.

- This guy Ian, right?

We've met him before.

- Yeah, I think so.

(soft intriguing music)

- Hi, Gina.

Leslie.

- He must've transferred
from that school, East High.

We met him at Sarah's party, you
remember?

- Yeah, I remember.

- All right, take your
notebooks out please.

What I want you to do is I
want you to take three minutes

and write down everything you
already know

about Mr. William Shakespeare.

- Hey, what's your name?

- Bree.

First day here.

- In the back,

focus please.

(school bell dinging)
(soft soothing music)

- [Leslie] Hi there.

- You like art?

- Yeah.

- Yup, this is great.

Anyway, I'm Leslie.

This is my friend Gina
and my boyfriend Steve.

- Hi there.

- I'm Bree.

- Yeah the principal's daughter,
right?

- Yeah.

- Cool.

Yeah, we've been wanting
to meet you all day.

Have you thought about
trying out for cheer?

- (chuckles) I'm not really
the cheerleader type.

- What?

No, you're totally cute
and athletic-looking.

We're always looking for
girls in shape to tryout.

Some of them just don't know
when

to skip the French fries
at lunch, you know?

- [Gina] Tryouts will be next
week.

- We're always looking
for awesome new girls

to join our squad and for
hanging out.

What're you doing now?

- I was just gonna do some
homework.

I'm just waiting for my mom
to finish so we can go home.

- Why do you speak like that?

- Why don't you shut the hell
up?

(intense foreboding music)

- Chill, dude.

- I'll chill when you
stop being a jackass.

- Okay, calm down.

- Whatever.

I gotta go practice.

Later, babe.

- [Leslie] Sorry about him.

Guys can be so clueless
sometimes.

- Don't worry about it.

- We're gonna go get a
slice of pizza next door.

If you wanna join us, it's on
me.

- I'll have to ask my mom.

- Yeah, perfect.

I would love to meet her
personally.

Miss Sullivan.

- Hi, girls.

- Hi, I'm Leslie Weaver,
the cheer captain.

It's so great to finally meet
you.

- Gina Jones, the co-captain.

- Nice to meet you, girls.

I've heard so many good
things about your squad.

- Thank you, that's so sweet of
you.

We're so excited to have
new woman principal.

#Girlpower.

So we have a favor to ask.

- What's that?

- We wanna take Bree to
our favorite pizza joint

just to hang out, show her
around some.

Please say yes.

- Well, home by six?

- Yeah, no problem.

Promise.

- 'Kay then, you girls have fun.

- Yeah, perfect.

Perfect.

- Nice to meet you and thank you
so much

for showing Bree around.

It's always rough being the new
student.

See ya later.

- Your mom's sweet.

Much nicer than the old
principal.

He always looked like he
had a bad case of gas.

(Bree chuckling softly)

- Where did that guy go?

- Ian?

I don't know.

He has a habit of
disappearing all the time.

(intense foreboding music)
(lockers clanking)

- I wanna make sure we
have an understanding

and leave that girl Bree
Sullivan alone.

- Why do you care?

You have a thing for her or
something?

- Shut that mouth before
I shut it permanently,

you got that?
(lockers clanking)

(soft pop music)

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

- Thanks.

Okay, what the hell was that
with Ian in the library?

- I've never seen him act
like that towards any girl.

What's the deal?

- D'you have a thing for him?

I mean I get the whole bad boy
thing,

but give me a future CEO.

- He was the one I lost it to

last year at the Halloween
party.

- You told me you lost it to
Kyle Lopez.

- I lied.

- Why?
- I felt stupid.

I thought he liked me.

Turns out it was a one-night
stand.

(somber orchestral music)

(scoffs) Seriously?

- So where'd you disappear
to earlier in the art room?

- I got a call from my mom
that I needed to answer.

But I heard you guys are comin'
here, hope you don't mind.

- Why are you being so friendly
to me?

- Why wouldn't I or anybody
else, for the matter of fact?

- Well with the kids in my
old school, it was hard.

My stutter used to be pretty bad

and a lot of them made my life

well, hell.

- Sucks.

You let me know if
anyone bothers you, 'kay?

Us new kids have to stick
together.

So what's your mom as principal
like?

- She can be a little uptight
sometimes,

but I guess she's okay most of
the time.

My parents got separated last
year though.

- That's tough.

- What about your parents?

- They're complicated.

But (mumbles) senior,
I'll be outta here soon.

We should hang out more,
just the two of us.

- Ian, what a surprise to see
you again.

- Yeah, I was walkin' by and saw
Bree.

- Uh huh.

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- So this next weekend,
Gina's parents are off in--

- Europe again.

- Right, which means one thing.

Party.

- I'll see you then.

I'm gonna go home and
check on some things,

but I'll see you tomorrow.

- Seems like you made an
impression.

(Bree chuckling softly)

- I don't know why.

- Good question.

(soft orchestral music)

- Hey mom, I'm home.
- I'm in the kitchen.

Did you have a good time?

- Yup.

- Dinner just got delivered.

Sorry, my day wiped me out.

- I'm not that hungry.

- Oh, that's right.

You just went for pizza.

I'm so glad to see you
making friends already.

- We'll see.

I don't know what they want with
me.

- Bree, you shouldn't
say things like that.

I know things were difficult
at your last school,

but this is a fresh start for
both of us.

- Maybe.

I did meet a cute guy, but
nothing will probably come of
it.

- Tell me all about him.

- He's pretty hot.

I bet even you would think so.

- Well I better keep an
eye out for him then.

- I'm gonna go wash up.
- Okay.

(cellphone buzzing)

(intense foreboding music)

Oh my god.

(muffled crosstalk)

- Hey, how's day two going?

- It's okay actually.

- Kid hasn't messed with you
again?

- No, he was in my history class

and didn't even look in my
direction.

- Good.

You let me know if that changes,
okay?

- Sure, thanks.

- I have a feeling we
have a lot in common.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Hey guys, sit together at
lunch?

I spoke to Steve.

He promised to be good boy.

- Actually me and Bree
were gonna eat outside

at the picnic tables.

She's gonna help me
with that English essay.

- Oh okay, yeah.

Next time.

- Yeah, next time.

(muffled crosstalk)

- So I'm helping you with an
essay now?

- Yeah, I just wanted
it to be the two of us.

I wanna get to know you better.

- I get a major vibe that Gina

doesn't like the idea of us
hanging out.

Were you two a thing?

- No, I mean I think she'd like
to be.

But some stuff happened
a long time ago and

yeah.

- I think you're really sweet
but--

- But?

- I'm new here.

I can't afford to make enemies
already.

- I'll smooth things over with
Gina, 'kay?

I promise.

Walk you to Mr. Bono's?

- Sure.

- I really loved your proposal

for the school literary
magazine, Mr. Bono.

- Thanks.

I've been trying to
get it goin' for years,

but you know budget.

- I know, we'll find the
funding.

- Good morning, Miss Sullivan.

- Morning.

(intense orchestral music)

- Is everything all right, Miss
Sullivan?

Miss Sullivan?

- Yes.

Have a good class.

(intense foreboding music)

- Oh good, you're back.

Nutritionist Mrs. Gladstone
said she'd be here in a bit

to go over some questions she
had.

Miss Sullivan, are you okay?

- Yes, I'm fine.

Do you happen to know a new
student

I just saw in Mr. Bono's class?

I'm sorry.

Of course, there's so many
students.

- Well what did they look like?

- Well I saw him walking
into the classroom with Bree.

- Oh yes, I didn't wanna say
anything.

It's none of my--
- Mrs. Truman, just tell me.

- Well I saw Bree walking
down the hallway earlier

with a certain young man, a
very attractive young man.

But his name is Ian Johnson.

- Ian.

- He's a senior, but he
was a senior last year too

at another school my friend
works at.

"Always in trouble," she said.

She told me he had a
meltdown in class one day

and threw a chair through a
window.

(soft intriguing music)

Friend says he's a very
troubled young man.

One step from juvie.

He's got a file as thick
as "War and Peace."

- Juvie.

- When he showed up here
asking for a transfer

from the previous principal, Mr.
Parks,

his parents were notably absent.

It's sad, actually.

Mr. Parks let him transfer
once he swore he'd change.

The girls are still nuts about
him though.

I guess it's those bad
boy looks and it's true,

he could charm the pants
off 'em if he wanted to.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That wasn't the best choice of
words.

I would just say keep an eye on
Bree.

I would hate to see her
getting her heart broken

by the school's new Lothario.

Are you sure you're okay?

Can I get you anything,
help you with something?

- No, I'm fine.

Thank you for the background
information on this student.

What did you say his last name
was again?

- Ian Johnson.

- I'll be sure to keep an eye
out for him.

Thank you.

I'll call you if I need you.

- 'Course, dear.

- Megan.

(cellphone buzzing)

- Well this is an early call.

- Something horrible has
happened.

- It's barely nine, what
could've happened already?

- I made a very very bad
mistake.

- What kind, at work?

- It's worse than you
could possibly imagine.

(door knocking)

My next meeting is here.

Just a minute.

I have back-to-back meetings
the rest of the day.

I don't know how I'm supposed
to get through this after--

- Okay, pull yourself together.

- Megan, I need you to come over
tonight.

Ben is picking up Bree for
dinner.

I need you to help me
figure this thing out.

- Okay look, just let me know
when you want me to be there.

I'm sure whatever it is, we can
fix it.

- All I can say is that
I made a big mistake

at the hotel that night.

- Bree, hold up.
(school bell dinging)

So you never told us.

- How was lunch with Ian?

- I helped him with Mr. Bono's
essay.

- Ian could care less about
essays.

Why do you think he's a senior
again?

- Maybe he wants to do better.

- Yeah, maybe.

We were gonna go head to the gym

to get ready for cheer
tryouts, wanna join?

- Yeah if you wanna tryout,

you should definitely get
involved.

- I'm just not sure it's for me.

Thanks though.

- Most girls would kill to get

a inside edge on getting on the
team.

Let us know if you change your
mind.

You could have the key to the
school

if you played your cards right.

We'll see you later.
- Yeah.

- Twin mean girls messin' with
you again?

- No, I'm fine.

They're just--
- Just being them?

- [Both] Yeah.

- Assault.

Assault and probation.

(door knocking)

Come in.

- Day two and contraband found
already.

I mean they usually wait at
least a week.

- What'd you find?

- This was in the bathroom.

I mean you could skin
a deer with this thing.

I'll write a full report for ya.

- Thank you, Officer Compton.

Hey, do you happen to
know a new student here

named Ian Johnson?

- (chuckles) Yeah, you're
talkin' about the chair thrower

from the other school.

Yeah, you know I thought
Principal Parks was nuts

for letting him transfer here.

His stepfather's a real winner
too.

I went to high school with him.

He's practically got a good
customer card

at the county jail.

Why?

Is this kid startin' up already?

- No, I just wanna know
what we're dealing with.

- Yeah, well keep an eye on that
one.

- Thank you.

- So where are ya headin' now?

- I was just gonna start some
homework.

I have at least another
hour to wait for my mom.

- Do you mind if I come?

I mean I'd love to meet your
mom.

- Really?

I mean most kids, except Leslie
and Gina,

try and dodge the new principal.

- Well I mean you're pretty
special,

so I'm guessing your mom is too.

- Okay.

I have to ask,

why?

- Why what?

(somber piano music)

- I'm gonna be honest here.

You're pretty hot.

Guys like you pay attention
to girls like Leslie and Gina,

not me.

- Don't sell yourself short.

I don't know, I just feel
like we have a connection.

- If you say so.

- I say so.

(pen tapping)

(intense foreboding music)

- Mrs. Truman, I have
to leave early today.

- Oh sure, no problem.

- Could you cover for me?

I'll call you before the office
closes.

Thank you.

- That was certainly sudden.

- Oh really?
- Bree?

- In just about every subject.

- Bree.

- Mom, what's going on?

- We need to leave early.

- Is something wrong?

- No, everything's fine.

We just need to take care
of something at home.

- Okay.

Oh by the way, this is Ian.

He's in my English class.

- Hi, Mrs. Sullivan.

It's great to meet you.

I've been getting to know Bree

and you have a great daughter.

- Nice to meet you, Ian.

It's time to go.

- Have a great night.

- God, mom that was so rude.

He's a nice guy.

(foreboding orchestral music)

He's been like the one truly
nice person to me here.

- I'm sorry, but we just have to
go.

- Where's the fire?

What is wrong with you?

- Bree, about Ian.

I've heard something about
this boy and I would prefer it

if you didn't spend any
time with him, okay?

- What?

So you want me to stay away

from the one person at this
school

who's gone out of their
way to be nice to me

after everything that
happened at my last school?

Great, mom.

- Bree, Mrs. Truman told me
that--

- What?

Weren't you the one who told
me not to listen to gossip?

- [Kathy] This isn't gossip.

- What do you have against Ian?

- I know this doesn't sound
fair, sweetie.

But you have to trust me on
this.

Please, just listen to me.

- Whatever.

(intense foreboding music)

(wind chimes jingling)

(dog barking)

- [Ian] Hey d'you eat, ma?

- I'm not that hungry.

- No, remember the doctor
said you have to eat

at regular times to keep your
strength up.

- You better see if her
diaper needs to be changed.

I'm tired of cleanin' up after
her.

- Shut the hell up!

(intense foreboding music)

- I'm outta here.

(beer splashing)
(dog barking)

- Hey.

Look.

Look, it's starting.

We're gonna make her
pay for what happened.

I'm gonna get us outta here.

It's our time.

Look, I'm gonna get
revenge for the both of us.

I'm gonna do what dad would've
done.

I'm gonna save Bree.

- Look, I never cheated on you!

- Before her, right?!

(baby weeping loudly)

(somber orchestral music)
(dog barking)

- Bree, your dad's gonna be here
soon.

Bree?

Don't keep your dad waiting.

Bree.

(intense foreboding music)

(door knocking)

Hi.

- Hi, Kathy.

- She'll be a minute, come on
in.

- Sure.

- [Kathy] Do you want something
to drink?

- No, thanks.

What happened to the no
drinking during the week rule?

- It's been a day, let's just
say that.

- Yeah?

- Hey dad, I'll be down in a
moment.

- Okay.

Thanks, kiddo.

Are you okay?

- We just had a little
disagreement.

- With a teenager?

Imagine that.

Seriously, are you okay?

- I'm fine, just work stuff.

Thanks for driving down here.

- I told you I'm
committed to being present

in Bree's life no matter what it
takes.

- You're a good father.

Sometimes, I don't know,

I feel like maybe we should tell
her

the whole truth about why we
separated,

about me telling you the truth.

- No.

That was the past, okay?

And it wasn't one thing, it
never is.

I think telling Bree about an
affair that happened years ago

is just gonna make things worse
for her.

We just grew apart, 'kay?

And hey, I never asked you

how the girls' weekend
was with your friends.

Was it fun?

- Ready.
- Okay, kiddo.

How does Italian sound?

- Whatever's fine.

(Ben speaking foreign language)

- We'll be back in a couple.

(soft intriguing music)
(cellphone buzzing)

- Megan.
- Hey, so what's up?

- Yeah, please just I need
you to come over right away.

- [Megan] Okay okay, I'll head
over.

- Please hurry.
- I'm on my way.

(birds chirping)
(soft jazz music)

- So the price of admission
to this fine establishment

is you need to talk to me.

How's the new school?

- It's okay, I guess.

- I know, it's rough being the
new kid.

I know you've had all these
changes you've had to deal with.

I'm really sorry about that.

- It's worse with mom being

totally unreasonable about some
things.

- Like what?

- I don't wanna talk about it
right now.

- Okay just do me a favor

and cut her a little slack,
would you?

So this is what they call al
dente.

Not bad.

(soft intriguing music)

- Come on.

- I have to go to the restroom.

- Okay, hun.

- What?!

That really hot guy
that you hooked up with

is one of your students,
seriously?!

- It gets worse.

- Oh my god, are you pregnant?

- If only that's all it was.

- Okay,

is he underage?

- Thankfully when I
looked up his information,

I saw that he turned 18
not long before that night.

- (sighs) Well thank
goodness he's an adult.

- But a student at my
school and it gets worse.

- Worse than this possible
scandal?

- I don't know why.

Maybe he's mad by how dismissive

I was to him the morning after,

but he seems to be targeting
Bree.

- Bree?
- Yeah.

He keeps hanging out with her.

The school secretary
said that he's troubled

and he sent me a really creepy
text.

He took a picture of my
underwear at the hotel

and the text said, "Still
thinking about you."

- You have to do something

to get this situation under
control.

- I am afraid of what tomorrow
could bring at this rate.

- I am here to support
you, whatever you need,

but you have to stop this kid.

- But how?

- Don't worry, we're gonna
figure it out together.

How far are you willing to go?

- Hey.

- Hi, what are you doing here?

- I was just on my way to the
drug store

to pick up the stuff for my mom.

I saw you and who is that, your
dad?

- Yeah, it's his night with me.

My mom, to be honest,

doesn't want me hanging
out with you so much.

I don't know what her deal is.

Maybe she's just stressed.

- Are you gonna listen to your
mom or--

(soft intriguing music)

- Is something wrong?

- It's your eyes.

They're a beautiful color.

It's like they almost look
like--

- Bree?

- Hey, Mr. Sullivan.

Hi.

- Yeah and you are?

- Dad, this is Ian.

He goes to my new school.

- Nice to meet you.

I was just walkin' by and saw
Bree and I wanted to say hi.

- Yeah, I thought you said you
were goin' to the bathroom.

- Sorry, I just saw Ian outside
when I was walking back.

- Okay, food's getting cold.

I think we should head back.

- Nice to meet you, sir.

- Yeah, have a good night.
- Yeah.

(soft foreboding music)

- We're back.

Do you wanna say goodnight to
your mom?

Teenagers.

So was that Megan I saw leaving?

- Yeah, she came over for a bit.

- Okay, I'm gonna head back.

Oh,

I meant to tell ya.

I met this new friend of Bree's.

- A friend, who?

- Some kid from her school.

Ian.

(intense foreboding music)

What, you know this kid?

- Yes, I told Bree I do
not want her spending time

with this boy.

I have some information about
him.

- You know, I caught a
weird vibe from him too.

If you think he's bad for Bree,

we need to keep him away from
her.

- Trust me, I know.

(foreboding orchestral music)

(dog barking)
(crickets chirping)

(keys jingling)

(door lock clicking)

(intense orchestral music)

(muffled crosstalk)

Hey Bree, remember what I told
you about the Johnson boy.

- How could I forget?

You drilled it into my
head the whole ride here.

- Topic sentence, people.

That means a complete sentence.

- [Mrs. Truman] Attention: all
students

should remain in class as
we conduct a locker check.

(students groaning)

- We've never had a locker check
before.

- I don't know, maybe it's
someone stealing or something.

- Did your mom say
anything about this to you?

- No, but she wouldn't anyway.

- All right, all right, settle
down.

Settle down, come on.

(soft intriguing music)

- I can't say I'm surprised.

It's Ian Johnson's locker.

- So complete sentence has
an active conjugated verb.

Past, present or future tense.

Not a participle, not a
definitive phrase,

not a relative clause.

Come on.

(door knocking)

- Sorry, Mr. Bono.

I need to see Ian Johnson.

- I didn't do anything.

- Now, son!

(soft intriguing music)

- All right, all right, let's
get back.

- That's not mine.

- I found it in your locker.

So if it's not yours, whose is
it?

The locker fairy?

- You did this, didn't you?
- Watch your mouth.

- Follow me into my office
please.

- I'll be right outside, Mrs.
Sullivan.

- Thank you, Officer Compton.

Let's go.

I don't know what game
you think you're playing,

but it ends now.

I've seen your record, Ian.

I know you're one step away
from breaking probation.

I also know that you're over 18
now,

so that means hard jail time.

I've read up on you.

The counselor notes, too.

I know you're the only one that
thinks

you can take care of your
mother.

Do you really wanna leave her
behind?

- My family means everything to
me.

I'll do anything for the people
I love.

(soft foreboding music)

So Kathy, you wanna lay
your cards on the table?

Are you sure you can handle
that?

- You are to stay away from my
daughter

or that knife goes on your
record.

- You know you're pretty
sexy when you're angry.

- Stop it.

- I'm gonna make you pay.

- Pay?

Pay for what?

Are you mad that I didn't return

your disturbing text message?

That night at the hotel
was no accident, was it?

- No.

I've been tracking you.

It's so easy when you're
all over social media.

Friends tagging you in posts
can be your worst enemy.

What you do, what you like, who
you are.

Your perfect husband,
where you went to college.

People are so stupid, putting
their entire lives out there

on social media for everyone to
see.

Does that make them feel
better about their lives?

Does that make you feel better,
Kathy?

It was not hard to track you.

And when I saw you got the
principal job at Riverview,

I begged the school board to
let me repeat my senior year.

They felt so sorry for me.

(scoffs) What a joke.

(soft intriguing music)

And then you posted about your
girlfriend getaway in Miami

at that fancy hotel.

I knew if I came down there,
I'd hookup with you and I did.

You were so easy.

- Why are you stalking me?

- 'Cause you deserve it.

(intense foreboding music)

- You recorded it?

What's wrong with you?

- Is that worse than what you
did?

Have you really looked at me,
Kathy?

I love watching you squirm.

- You need help.

- No one here wants to help me.

Look if you want me to
keep this video to myself

and stay away from your
daughter, it's gonna cost you.

Look, I want $50,000 by
the end of this week.

- How do you think I'm supposed
to come up

with that kind of money?

I am a working mother.

- Save the sob story for someone
who cares, Mrs. Sullivan.

I know that house is worth a
pretty penny.

- You don't know anything about
me.

- I'm sure you could come up
with the cash

if you really wanted to.

- So what, I give into this
blackmail?

Then you'll never leave me
alone.

Ian, we're at a stalemate here.

If you post that video, you go
to jail.

We both lose.

- I just want the cash

so we can get out of
this godforsaken town.

- Who's we?
- It doesn't matter.

- We both deal with
the repercussions then.

- So you're gonna test me.

- I have no choice.

I can't meet your demands
and even if I could,

I'd be under your thumb forever.

- You're gonna regret this.

- I'm gonna say it one last
time,

you stay away from my daughter
or I swear you'll regret it.

Officer?

Mr. Johnson has been expelled.

Please escort him off this
campus.

- Let's go, cupcake.

(foreboding music)

Good riddance.

- Are you ready to go?

- Yup.

- Listen Bree, I wanna tell
you that I expelled Ian.

- What?

Why?

- We found a weapon in his
locker.

This is serious.

You need to tell me if he comes
near you.

- He's the only one that cares
about me.

(dark foreboding music)
(dog barking)

- What the hell you doin' home?

Got kicked out again, huh?

What's new?

I was told junior never
end up bein' anything.

Now that you're 18, you
just get the hell out.

(knife stabbing)
(Boom wincing)

I'm gonna get you.

I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna kill you!

(foreboding orchestral music)

(somber orchestral music)

(birds chirping)

- Felix?

- No, no it's me, your son.

Listen, I got that taken care
of.

Boom isn't gonna bother us
anymore.

She think she's gonna get away
with it, but not this time.

I'll protect us.

You, me and my little sister,
Bree.

- Hello,

Ian?

It's Gina.

- [Ian] What the hell are you
doing here?

- I followed you.

I couldn't let you leave school

without you knowing how I feel
about you.

Is this place why you cut me
off?

You didn't want me to see.

- No no, you're a
spoiled little rich girl.

You have no idea.

- Don't say that.

I want you, Ian.

You made me feel so great
when we were together.

No one has ever made me
feel the way that you did.

- Why are you so clueless?

I only have time for family!

- [Boom] Help me.

(foreboding orchestral music)

- Get out, get out!

(Gina shrieking)

If you tell anyone about coming
here.

- I'm sorry!

I just wanted to let you know.

- Fine.

(window shattering)
(Gina shrieking)

If you say anything about coming
here or anything about me,

I'll do to your face what
I just did to that car.

Now you tell mommy and daddy
that somebody broke in.

Get out!

(intense orchestral music)

- No no, please.

(bat bashing)

- You know you're gonna have
to talk to me eventually.

I did what I had to do, Bree.

He had a weapon.

- Whatever, mom.

(somber orchestral music)

- I hope that this is
finally over now, Megan.

I still don't know why he
targeted us.

But there's something about him,

I just can't put my finger on
it.

It's something in the way he
looks.

- No matter how many times
I show her the chord,

she's not going to get it.

What's wrong?

You seem off.

- Nothing, I'm fine.

I'm just going to class.

(soft intriguing music)

(wind chimes jingling)

- Ian.

Where's Boom?

- I told you, ma.

You don't have to worry about
him anymore.

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to
leave you

by yourself for a couple of
days.

I'll be back though and
we'll get outta here.

Forever.

(somber piano music)

(birds chirping)

(intense orchestral music)

(muffled crosstalk)

Hey, hold up.

Come on.

Shh.

- What's wrong?

- What?

Oh, nothing.

- No seriously, what's--

- Ian.

Ian, what are you doing here?

- I had to see you.

That knife wasn't mine, I swear.

- You can't be here.

You're gonna get in trouble.

- I need to tell you
something, it's important.

Can we go hang out or go
to breakfast or something?

- I can't skip class.

- Why not?

Live a little, principal's
daughter.

- My mom will freak out if she
finds out.

- What's your mom got against me
anyway?

C'mon, this is to the back lot.

The idiot security guard doesn't
even keep his eyes on it.

Please?

It's important, I promise.

If we're gonna go, we need to go
now.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

(intense foreboding music)

- Miss Sullivan, did Bree go
home early?

- No, why?

- Well it's just that Mr. Bono

sent in his electronic
attendance.

She's marked as absent.

- What?

(eerie orchestral music)

- You guys have got to remember

your no-nos of sentence
structure.

No double negatives.

Miss Sullivan.

- Excuse me, I'm sorry
for the interruption.

Could I speak to you outside a
minute?

- Sure.

I'll just take a minute, guys.

Somethin' wrong?

- My daughter Bree, have you
seen her at all this morning?

- No, I haven't.

Gina, this is private.

- Mrs. Sullivan, I think I
know something about Bree.

- Please, tell me what you know.

- I saw Bree leave with
Ian Johnson earlier.

They went into the theater,

probably taking that back
exit to the parking lot.

- That's a way for the
kids to skip out unnoticed.

- When did this happen?

- Just before class.

I should've said something
earlier and I'm sorry.

- No, thank you for telling me.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

(dark foreboding music)

Bree sweetheart, where are you?

- Lookin' for your daughter,
Kathy?

- You better not have hurt her.

Why do you have Bree's phone?

- Oh don't worry, she's fine for
now.

Took her phone out of her
bag when she wasn't looking.

- Where are you?

Tell me!

When the police find out--

- Ooh, big mistake.

I wouldn't call the police or
that uppity husband of yours.

- What do you want from me?

I told you I can't come up
with that kind of money.

- I want you to go straight to
the bank

and take out everything you
have,

then go home and get all the
valuables.

I'll call you with the
drop-off place in two hours.

- I wanna talk to Bree.

I need to know she's okay.

- Ooh, no dice.

I'll send a picture.

Remember, two hours.

- Ian, Ian!

(camera clicking)

Oh my god, Bree.

Hang in there, sweetie.

- I thought we were getting
breakfast.

What's going on?

- Change of plans, c'mon.

(intense foreboding music)

- Megan, meet me at my house.

He's got Bree.

- Why are you acting so strange?

What'd you wanna tell me?

- Did your mom ever cheat?

- My mom?

Oh god, no.

Miss perfect.

- People can surprise you.

(soft intriguing music)

- Where are we going now?

This isn't the way back to
school.

- We're never going back there.

- What?

We have to.

My mom!
- Is a whore.

Your mother is a whore, Bree.

- Ian, you're scaring me.

- People like your mom

do whatever they want and get
away with it

and you don't need that
in your life, Bree.

You need real family.

- You're not making any sense.

Please, we have to go back to
the school

or just let me out here.

I swear I won't say anything to
anyone.

(intense foreboding music)

Oh my god, why do you have a
gun?!

- I want to protect us.

I stole it from my no-good
stepdad.

- Ian, this doesn't make sense.

- I want to protect you.

You're my little sister.

We have the same dad

and your mother's the
reason that he's dead.

- I know I stashed some
of the emergency money

in here somewhere; where did I
put it?

- We have to call the police.

Please, this is getting too
dangerous.

Please listen to me.

After what you just told me,
we have to call the police!

- Didn't you hear me?

He said if he even suspects
the cops, he'll hurt her.

We have to do what he says
until we get Bree back,

then we can call the police.

Please Megan if you wanna
help me, just listen to me.

- Okay, I don't like this.

We'll do it this way for now.

- Thank you.

Now go upstairs, get any jewelry

you can find that's worth
something.

I don't care what it is.

We have to get Bree back.

- We will, I swear.

(intriguing orchestral music)

- What is this place?
- My mom used to work here

'til she couldn't anymore.

- Ian whatever this is about,
you don't have to do this.

I can't be your sister.

Please listen to me.

- I've been planning this for so
long.

I'd go online every day
to try to find information

to make your mother pay.

(intense orchestral music)

- I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You could just leave me here.

I'll find my own way back.

Please, my mom and I
have done nothing to you.

- Don't be so like that slut mom
of yours.

Look at your eyes, Bree.

They're the same as my dad's,
our dad's.

I've seen all the pictures.

- (weeps) My dad's name is Ben.

You met him, remember?
- Listen to me!

Your mother had an affair with
my father.

She was a teacher and he was a
custodian.

That was 17 years ago.

Don't you get that, Bree?

Your my dad's kid

and your mother is the
reason that he's dead.

- That can't be true!

- They got into a car crash.

They got into a car crash

when they were arguing about
your mom.

They had a car crash and
my dad, our dad died.

And ever since then, my
mom's been goin' downhill.

She's been taking pills.

My loser of a stepdad
convinced her to marry him

because he knew that we had a
little bit

of life insurance money left

and she just keeps getting
worse, Bree.

I mean, I'm losing her.

I mean gotta get her outta here.

(both weeping)
(poignant orchestral music)

- Why hasn't he called?

- The police, Kathy.
- Not yet.

- A year ago, my stepdad got
drunk

and told me everything
including your mom's name.

He worked with her and saw
how your mom seduced my dad.

- My mom wouldn't do that.

- Once I knew your mom's name

and a little bit of her
background, I did my research.

I saw that she was gonna be
a principal at Riverview.

Me and your mom had sex and I
recorded it.

- No, you're lying!

(gun clanking)

(foot bashing)
(Ian wincing)

(intense orchestral music)
(Bree breathing heavily)

- Bree, get back here.

- Where the hell's my phone?

- I'm tryin' to save you.

Don't you understand, Bree?

Tryin' to make your mom pay, not
you.

(soft orchestral music)
(shoes clacking)

We can get outta here forever.

I'll take care of us, you, me
and my mom.

Bree.

Bree, where are you?

Come out, Bree.

Come on.

Bree c'mon, come out.

C'mon, little sis.

(feet shuffling)
(boards clacking)

(Bree breathing heavily)

Don't, that'll kill you.

(dark foreboding music)

Don't do that.

- What do you want from me?
(sobs)

(cellphone ringing)

- It's him.

- Ian, you better not
have touched my daughter.

- You're in on place
to make demands, Kathy.

You don't forget that.

D'you bring the money?

How much is it?

- I've got about $5,000.

It's all I could cash out today.

I have some jewelry too.

- That'll have to do for now.

(intense foreboding music)

Write this address down
carefully and no police, Kathy.

This'll turn deadly quickly.

- [Kathy] This must be it.

- [Megan] Is that his car?

- [Kathy] I don't know.

- If you don't come out in 10
minutes,

I'm calling the police,
understand?

Kathy, do you hear me?

- Okay, but 10 minutes.

Gimme time to find her.

(intense orchestral music)

- Don't be scared.

Once we get this cash, we're
gonna blow this stupid town

and go somewhere no one knows
us.

Then we're gonna start over

and get away from this nightmare
that your mother caused.

- [Kathy] Bree!

- Mommy's here.

Upstairs and don't do anything
stupid.

(soft intriguing music)

- Okay, just take it easy.

- Mom.

- Hang in there, sweetie.

- Drop it there and step back.

- Now let her go.

- No, she's coming with me
just like dad would've wanted.

Look at me, really look at me.

Do you not see any resemblance?

Does all the pain you caused
mean that little to you?

- You're not making any sense,
Ian.

- Does the name Felix Johnson
ring a bell?

'Cause you had his kid.

- Oh my god.

I see it now.

I knew there was something
familiar about you

that night at the hotel.

But Felix's son, the baby.

His name was Derek.

- That's my middle name.

I stopped going by it
when I went to school.

Now see the family that you
ruined?

You destroyed our lives.

- Is it true, mom?

The things he's saying.

Is dad not my father?

Did you have sex with Ian?

(somber orchestral music)

- That's it, time's up.

(phone ringing)

- Answer her!

- Okay, just don't hurt us.

Sweetie, I'm so sorry.

He's telling the truth.

- What?

- It was a complicated time.

Your father and I were having
problems in our marriage.

Ian's father I, we just
connected.

He was having problems
in his marriage too.

- That's a lie.
- It's the truth, Ian.

Your mother, she wasn't
well mentally back then.

She constantly flew into
jealous rages with your dad.

I mean, for no reason

'til one day there was
something to be jealous about.

It only happened the one
time, but it was enough.

I got pregnant with you, Bree.

- No.

- I told Ben the truth,

but he decided that he wanted to
stay

and raise you as his own.

He's a good man.

He loves you just as much as I
do.

Things were good for a while,
for years.

- See, I told you so.

- Shut up, you monster.

- Okay, chitchat's over.

Time to get things movin'.

- Then just let us go.

You have what you want.

The money, the jewelry.

There is nothing that matters
more to me than my daughter.

Nothing!

- Well things could've been so
different.

I could have my dad.

Do you know how much that hurt?

- I am so sorry, Ian.

I truly am.

It was a mistake that
your father and I made.

- Oh shut up, you tricked him.

- You know that's not true.

- Time to make you shut up.

- No, no!
- Bree!

- Mom, mom!
- Bree!

(intense orchestral music)

(muffled radio speech)

- Mom, you have to be okay.

- I'm so sorry, honey, for
everything.

I made a huge mistake

and I never wanted you
to have to pay for it.

- I'm just happy you're alive.

I should've listened to you.

I'm so sorry.

- You have nothing to be sorry
about.

I love you.

- We're right here, Kath.

We'll meet you at the hospital.

- I love you, too.

- Okay, guys.

(soft orchestral music)

(poignant piano music)

- [Ian] Don't worry, mom.

I'll be back for you, I promise.

- Whoa whoa whoa whoa,
nobody waits for me.

Happy birthday.
(both clapping)

Muah, love you honey.
- Thanks.

- Okay, back to the meats.

- You okay, mom?

- I'm great, sweetheart.

You just continue to grow up too
fast.

- I know.

I've grown up a lot
these past couple months.

- All right, who's ready for
my world-famous hamburger?

- [Megan] World-famous, ha.

- That's what he seems to think.

- I'll go help.

- Thanks, honey.
- So, how are things going

between you and Ben?

- If anything came out of that
nightmare,

I think that we're starting
to become a family again.

(soft piano music)
(birds chirping)

- It's a little.

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