All language subtitles for One of Us Is Lying s02e01 Game On.eng

[school bell rings]

- School is back in session,

and you know what that means.

[eerie music]

[coughs]

I think there's
something wrong with this.

Help!

[choking]

- Simon's dead.

- They think one of us did it.

- What Simon did off-campus
was his business.

- You read my post
this morning?

- So you guys really do have
some kind of Murder Club?

That's what everyone's
calling it on Instagram.

- I trusted them because
they're the only ones

who know
what I'm going through.

- Especially Nate.

- Can't we just wake up
from this nightmare?

It'll dissolve as soon
as you put it in water.

I told you, nothing
to tie me to any of this.

- I guess
I shouldn't have recorded

all of our conversations
then, dumbass.

- He knows we're on to him,
and he's not gonna hold on

to that Xbox forever.

- Get the Xbox out of here!
- Addy!

- * It's all around *

* I will try *

[gunshot]
* To survive *

- They want us to believe that
during Jake's Halloween party,

he just decides to run away.

He would have never fled
to Mexico without telling me.

- You said
we'd go back to normal.

We were not
each other's normal.

- [vocalizing]

* *

[Out Hud's "It's For You"]

[electronic music]

* *

- * He's *

* Up to something *

* She's *

* Up to something *

* And I can't breathe *

* *

* Oh, I can't breathe *

* *

- What the fuck?
- Who the fuck?

- So we all got
the same message?

- "Simon says
do what I say, or...

or everyone will know
what you did."

[dramatic music]

* *

[tense music]

- So we're fucked.
- We don't know that.

We don't even know
what this means.

- It seems to mean
someone knows what we did.

* *

- But we didn't do anything.

Jake killed Simon
and ran away to Mexico, right?

Right?

- Um...

Okay, Addy.

- What? That's what happened.

- Addy's right.

Yeah, we stick to the story,
all right?

Somebody's probably
just messing with us.

- Exactly. Vanessa's been
spreading those rumors.

She's probably just trying
to frame us.

[phones buzzing]

- How the fuck
do we get $5,000 by 11:00?

- We can't do it,
because if we do,

we're admitting
we have something to hide.

* *

- What if someone
actually does know?

We should go and see
who comes looking for the cash,

know who we're dealing with.

- We're not doing anything.

Jake is in Mexico,

and we're going back to normal.

Like we said.

It's over.

- I agree.

Look, I need this shit
to be done.

I have a life to get back to.

- You don't think
I want this to be over?

Obviously, I do,

but if someone knows
what we did,

it's not exactly up to us.

[fire crackling]

* *

Nate?

- They're right.

Bronwyn, we shouldn't do this.

Look, my charges
for Simon's murder

are officially
being dropped today.

Let's let this nightmare end.

- Fine.

I really hope
you guys are right.

[school bell rings]

[Automatic's "New Beginning"]

* *

- * Heard the final echo *

* It's almost time to go *

- Aw, they didn't invite you

to their little
Murder Club meeting?

Well, there's plenty of room
in my army,

if you want to come fight
the good fight.

I have a feeling you could
be very useful, Maeve.

- * While we have
a chance to take *

* There could be
a new beginning *

* It could be a better place *

* *

* Well, who could ever know
for certain *

* How it ever came to this? *

* Maybe there's
a new world out there *

* We can do it all again *

* *

- Okay. Besties, get this.

Ever since Jake
"ran off to Mexico,"

Murder Club has been
totally avoiding each other,

like, to a suspicious degree.

Even Bronwyn and Maeve,
who we all know

were doing that
good girl/bad boy thing,

haven't been seen together.

But today, who did I see
huddled up in the parking lot

looking extremely guilty?

Murder Club.

And they've added a new member:

Simon Kelleher's
little sidekick, Janae.

Try to tell me
that's not weird.

- Um, well, I can't,
'cause that is so weird.

- Exactly.

So why are
Bayview's Most Wanted

meeting again?

Have they realized their
cover-up can't last forever?

Jake's own brother has told me

he thinks
the police got it wrong.

The Riordans hired some
CIA-level private investigators

to look for him in Mexico,

and they still
haven't found anything.

And you guys know I love Jake,

but I played hide-and-seek
with him as a kid,

and let me tell you, that boy,

easy to find.

Bronwyn, I was just telling
my followers

about your Murder Club meeting,

now featuring Janae.

Fascinating.

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

- Is that a denial?

I have witnesses,
including your little sister.

- Back the fuck off, Vanessa.

We're not playing
your stupid game.

- Okay, um, this is not a game.

This is a movement,

and we're onto something, army.

It's, um--it's Evan, right?

You and Bronwyn used to fuck?

- [clears throat]

Not quite.

- But you know her pretty well?

- Well, I thought I did,
yeah, but I was wrong.

- Wrong as in you didn't
realize she was a cheater,

a liar, and a murderer?

- I don't think
she's a murderer.

- Aw, Evan,
you used to not think

she was a cheater and a liar.

You should tell the world
the truth about her.

- I'd actually rather never
speak about her again, okay?

I'm moving on.

- If it were me and my ex
dumped me for a drug dealer

and possibly killed someone,

I'd want to talk about it.

Hey, trust me, Evan.

[soft tense music]

Talking shit
is so much more fun

than being the bigger person.

* *

- Um...

* *

Can I think about it?
- Mm-hmm.

- Hmm.

* *

- Bye, Evan.

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey.

Are you okay?
- I'm good.

- Really?

Look, you don't need to pretend
when it's just us, okay?

- [scoffs]

Janae, I'm not pretending.

I'm moving on.

Simon Says is bullshit,

and I'm going back to normal.

- Right.

It just doesn't seem
super healthy.

- Because you're an expert?

I have to go.

- [indistinct singing]

[Maye Star and Olivia King's
"Messin' with the King"]

- * Uh, I step to the mound
and I put on my crown *

* I royally put them down *

* After you hear
this sound, uh *

[gunshot echoing]
* Even the crowd knows *

[music distorts]
* You in for it now *

* Like a preacher
or a teacher *

* Boy, it's time
for your lesson *

* They asking me
all these questions *

* I respond with aggression *

* Ammunition is my mission *

* Throwing bombs
when I'm pitchin' *

[plays normally]
* Toss it up, I cause a fire *

* With the eye of the tiger *

* Man, know where
it's gonna go *

* Down like the sun go *

* I pack exactly
what you lack *

* And that's
the fact that... *

- That was a good time.

Listen, need to talk to you
about something.

I got a call today.

It kind of took me by surprise.

[soft music]

- What's wrong?

- The rep from Marucci
wants to meet.

* *

Talking about sponsorship.

- [chuckles]
Wait, ser...

Wait, seriously?
- Seriously.

- [laughs]

- This is what
we've been working for.

- Oh, that was messed up.

Oh...

I thought...[sighs]

I don't know what I thought,
but it wasn't good.

- Yeah, it's been a while
since we had some good news.

Now that that Simon stuff
is behind you,

things are looking up.

* *

- Yeah.
Yeah, I hope so.

- No, I know so.

This guy is talking about you

like you're the future
of baseball.

No, he says the game needs
a younger audience.

Brands are hungry for somebody

who can talk to Black kids,
gay kids--

you know,
a whole new generation.

You can be that role model.

- Mm.

What would I have to do?

- Well, you're already
on the field.

You know, you just gotta
serve up the pitch.

You start working
on your social media.

You know,
share more of yourself.

He's talking
about your friend Kris.

Maybe you invite him
to a game...

get him on your 'Gram.

- Seriously?

So now it's--

now it's good that I'm gay?

You want me to--
you want me to flaunt it

'cause it's good for my brand?
- Hey, hey.

This ain't how I thought things
were gonna play out, okay?

Coming to California
was an investment in you.

We gotta start seeing a return
sooner than later.

* *

- It's a lot of pressure.

- Being great always is,

but it's up to you if you're
gonna crack under that pressure

or you're gonna rise.

* *

- Hey.

You okay?

- [soft vocalizing]

- I'm not gonna crack.

- * Just like a,
just like a, just like a *

* Just like a,
just like a freak *

* I've been in bed
since 7:00 a.m. *

* But I haven't slept yet,
just like a *

* There's fog in my head
so I can't keep track *

* But I think the sun set,
just like a *

* Uh-oh,
forgot how to breathe *

- Jesus!

- * For a sec *
- Mom, can you knock?

- I did, many times.

- I didn't hear you.

- Can't imagine why.

So your principal called.

Your teachers say
you stopped participating.

Addy, you handed in
a blank test in math today.

- I didn't know the answers.

- You could have
at least guessed.

- You're right. I'm sorry.

I've been a little distracted
since my boyfriend

framed me for murder
and ran away to Mexico.

I'll try to raise my hand
a bit more.

- So you think it's true
that he's in Mexico?

- I don't know.

- Have you heard from him?

- No, Mom.

You think I wouldn't say
something if I knew anything?

- Lately, you haven't
been saying anything

about anything.
[phone buzzing]

So I don't know.

- I have to do my homework.

- Babe, we're talking.

- I thought you wanted me
to participate in school more.

- You can't avoid
talking to me forever.

- Can you please
close the door?

[door closes]

[phone buzzing]

- * Just like a freak *

* Just like a *

* Just like a freak, uh-oh *

* *

- Nate, baby, you're home!

[indistinct music playing]

- What's going on?

- We're celebrating

your charges being dropped.

Grab a glass.

Aw, shit.

Don't worry, your dad's
gone to get more.

- Yeah, I thought you were
trying to help him get clean.

- I am.

This is a special occasion.

You're exonerated.

- Yeah, no thanks to you.

- What does that mean?

- Nothing. Look, um...

Ellen, it's over,
so you can go home now.

- I am home, baby.

I want to be here for you.

We can be a family again.

- You wanted me to sign a deal
to go to jail for four years.

- Well, four years
is better than life.

I thought
it was the best option.

- You thought I did it!
- Nathaniel, come on!

- Look, we both know you're
gonna leave again eventually,

so do me a fucking favor
and get it over with.

- I am trying to do
the right thing here.

I am staying.

- Then I'll leave.

- Well, how you gonna do that?
- I'll figure it out.

- Yeah? What are you gonna do?

You gonna go
sell some drugs again?

But then how will you pretend
you're better than us?

- No, I already asked you
that one.

Oh, here's one.

Who is your greatest
role model?

- Sonia Sotomayor,

the first woman of color
on the Supreme Court.

- B, you saw that Nate's
charges got dropped today?

- Yep, I heard.
- Yeah.

Well, that Tom Preston guy--

you know, the "TMZ" wannabe--

he, like, reported on it,
and it's going viral.

- Maeve,
please stop distracting her.

- What? I'm helping.

If she could focus
on what she wants

to get out of her time at Yale
while I tell her

about the Internet
falling in love with Nate,

she's gonna kill
her interview tomorrow.

- And how the fuck
do we get $5,000 by 11:00?

- [distantly] Bronwyn.

[normally] Bronwyn?

Why is Yale your top choice?

- Um, sorry.

The first time I saw Yale's
campus, I was five years old--

- This is insane.

He literally has his own
hashtag, #HotAndInnocent?

I mean, I guess
it's, like, accurate, but--

- Quiet or out.

- I guess
what I'm trying to say--

- Don't say "I guess."

You want to project confidence.

[tense music]

- Actually, I think
I should go to bed.

I don't want to be tired
for the interview tomorrow.

- Good idea.

We can always go over
more questions at breakfast.

- Thank you.

- Mm, you're gonna do great.

* *

- Buenas noches.

* *

[suspenseful music]

* *

- [sighs]

[glove compartment
opens and closes]

[tense music]

* *

[banging on glass]
[gasps]

What the fuck
are you doing here?

- I could ask you
the same thing, Bronwyn,

but I guess I don't have to,
considering you're doing

exactly what we all promised
we wouldn't do.

- Yeah, so are you.
- Not true.

You're here to catch Simon Says
in the act.

I'm here to catch you
in the act.

- Okay, so you caught me.

What now?

- [scoffs]

Well, I guess
I'd tell you to go home,

and you'd tell me no,
and I'd realize

how much of an idiot I was

to try and stop you
in the first place.

- That sounds about right.

How'd you even know I was here?

- Because I know you, Rojas.

I saw your face
when you got overruled.

I knew you weren't
gonna let this go.

- Well, I'm sorry
I'm the only one

that wants to figure out
who's doing this to us.

- Can you consider
for a second

that maybe you don't
always know what's best?

- You're still mad at me
that I bailed you out.

If you had signed
that plea deal--

- If I had signed
that plea deal,

maybe I wouldn't have been
in the woods that night.

Maybe none of us
would have been.

- Yeah, and Jake
would be walking free

and you'd be taking the fall
for all of it.

Is that better?

* *

We need to put the Xbox
back in his room

and tip the police off

and hope the evidence is on it.

We should also
put the gun back.

- Cooper, you and Addy
are the only ones

that can be seen at that party.

Can you go back there?

- Yeah. Yeah, I can do it.

- [crying] I'll go with you.

[panting]

That way,
we both have an alibi.

- I'll get rid of his car.

And then you and Janae
get rid of the body.

And we never talk
about this ever again.

We aren't seen together.

[dramatic music]

We go back to normal.

* *

- I don't know, Bronwyn.

Maybe.

Maybe it would have been better
than what we did.

Maybe it would have been better
than seeing you like that.

You were so...

- So what?

- In control.

Methodical. You--

We killed someone,
and you treated covering it up

like it was
a fucking homework assignment.

- I was protecting you.

All of us.

That's what I'm doing
right now.

- You're fucking up
your life for me.

[soft music]

I don't want that.

I'm supposed to be
the criminal, not you.

- You want me to give up
on you, but I won't.

- Bronwyn, just stop.

- If someone finds out
what we did,

I'm scared that you're gonna
take the fall for all of it,

and they'll say that you
framed Jake for Simon's murder

and that you killed him
so he couldn't defend himself.

- You think I don't know that?

You think I don't see
how all this plays out?

- Then why don't you care?

* *

- Oh, shit, Bronwyn.

- Shit. Did you see anyone?

- You put paper
instead of money?

[phones buzzing]

* *

- [sighs]

[phone chimes]

- Addy!

Look what came for you.

Looks like you have an admirer.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

I was on my way out,
and it was on the porch.

Well, open it!
- [scoffs]

[gasps softly]

- What's wrong? What is it?

- Nothing.

Nothing. It's just a prank.

A vibrator,
probably from Vanessa.

She's been such a bitch about
me not having a boyfriend,

saying that I deserve
to die alone and that

all because Jake--
- Okay. [scoffs]

That is just not true.

Jake wasn't
the only fish in the sea.

And as it turns out,
he was a shark.

Or, I don't know,
what's worse than a shark?

A killer whale?

- I don't know.

- Look, all I'm trying to say

is that you are gonna
get back on your feet soon.

I know it, and in the meantime,

there is nothing embarrassing
about a vibrator.

- Mom, I'm not embarrassed.

I just don't want to talk
about Jake.

I have to get dressed.

- Okay.

Don't be late.

[tense music]

* *

- [whimpers, sniffles]

[exhales shakily]

* *

- We have to get rid
of his body.

- What?

Bronwyn, no.

- How?

- We should dump him
in the ocean.

My parents have a boat.
- You can't be serious!

What about his family?
They deserve to know--

- That their son was insane
and a murderer?

Yes.

- Bronwyn, I meant to say
they deserve to know

what happened to their son.

- Are you willing
to trade our lives for that?

Because that's
what we'd be doing.

Is he worth that?

- [hyperventilating]

* *

[indistinct chatter]

Janae, we need to talk.

- I thought
we weren't doing that.

- [breathing shakily]
Look, I'm sorry

I've been shitty,
but I really need your help.

- With what?
- We fucked up.

We should've done
the money thing.

Whoever Simon Says is,
they're serious.

They know about that night.
- How do you know?

[ominous music]

- They sent me the gun.

- Addy, it's in there?

- I didn't know
what to do with it.

- Oh, my God, so you--
you brought it to school?

- I couldn't leave it at home.

What if Simon Says
tipped the cops off?

- Okay, I--give it to me.
I will get rid of it.

- How?
- I will figure something out.

You go inside
and you act normal.

- Normal?
- You can do it.

You've tricked everyone
for this long.

* *

- Thank you.

* *

[sighs] Okay.

* *

[tense music]

* *

- We have to think
about how this looks.

- It was self-defense.
- Okay, we know this.

But if we call the cops,
how can we prove that?

- They'll have the Xbox.
They'll have the evidence.

They'll know
that Jake killed Simon

and that he was gonna kill us.

- And he was a fucking psycho.

- We don't know
what was on the Xbox.

- We know that Jake
was talking to Simon.

- We don't know what he said.

What if it's not enough?

There's too much we don't know.

We have to be smart.

* *

Protect ourselves.

* *

Fuck this.

* *

- I want us to look
at your charges being dropped

as a new chapter for you.

How does that sound?

- Sure.
- Great.

So how are we gonna make
your senior year successful?

- Aren't you supposed
to tell me that?

- Okay, for starters,

you're failing
English and history.

If you fail either one,

you won't have enough credits
to graduate.

- Since when did you care?

- Look, your story has captured
a lot of attention.

People are watching you,

and that means
people are watching me.

The events of this year have
not made Bayview look good,

so let's turn this thing
around together.

What do you say?

- What do I have to do?

- You have to pass
your classes.

I'm assigning you a peer tutor.

Do you know Fiona Jennings?

- Yeah, yeah, she's the--

she's the one
that stabbed her teacher

at her old school, right?

- I think you of all people
would take

what Simon had to say
with a grain of salt.

- Hey, I was just asking.

- Fiona deserves a clean slate.

[phone chimes]
Just like you.

She's had a hard start here,
but she's very smart.

- Um...

Yeah, yeah.

Um, whatever. I'll do it.

Can I go?
- Yes.

- All right, cool.
- Great.

Fiona Jennings.
- Yeah.

- Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

- No, there are no cameras.
- We just need to figure out

who dropped it off...
- I know, but--

- And then we can go
from there.

- Yo, yo. What'd I miss?

- The gun.

Simon Says sent Addy the gun,

which is proof
that they know what we did.

- It's because we didn't do
the big money drop.

That's what
the "big mistake" text meant.

[dramatic music]

- Okay. Where is it now?

- I took care of it.

- What does that mean?

- It means I threw it
in the fucking ocean.

Okay, Bronwyn? It's gone.

- How did someone get it
in the first place?

I thought you two locked it
in Jake's safe.

- We did lock it
in Jake's safe.

- So someone saw you?

- I didn't think so, but--
- I think they must have.

- Maybe.
- Okay, okay.

So Simon Says was at the party.

- And they have access
to the safe.

- And knew
we were all there too.

- Kris--he was the only person

that knew we were all going
to the party.

Do you think he could've
told someone or--

- No, no. Absolutely not.

He would not do that.

* *

But I can ask him.
- Okay, good.

And then we make a list of
everyone who went to the party

and everyone
who could access his safe.

That's how we figure out
who Simon Says is.

- And until then, we need to do
whatever they say.

* *

If they had the gun,
then who knows

what other evidence
they have on us?

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- Why didn't you tell them
we were there last night?

- What's the point?

We couldn't figure
anything out.

- [scoffs] The point is

is that we're supposed
to be in this together.

- Really?
Because last I checked,

you were all about going back
to our separate lives.

- No, that's what
you decided was best.

But now--
- But now, everyone else thinks

we should play the game too,

which is exactly
what I said yesterday.

And you're skipping over
the part where I was right

and going straight to the part
where I'm a shitty person.

- Okay, that's not what I said.

- I can't do this right now,
Nate.

I'm about to walk
into my Yale interview,

and in the spirit of not
fucking up my life for you,

I should probably try
and figure out

how I'm gonna get through it
when all I can think about

is Simon Says.

- You'll be just fine.

You always are, right?

- She's ready for you.

But don't worry.

She's chill.

Doesn't seem like the type

to bring up
your cheating scandal

or the whole
murder suspect thing.

[ominous music]

* *

- For my father,
as an immigrant,

Yale represented
the American dream.

Going there made him feel
more American.

But I think
things are different now,

and when someone like me,
a young woman of color,

steps onto campus,

we make Yale feel
more American.

- Thank you, Bronwyn.
I love that.

Now, I have to ask--

it's no secret
that this has been

an exceptionally difficult year
for you,

but looking
at your application,

I would never know.

Your grades remain impeccable.

- Thank you.

- It would only be human

to let things slip
in the face of such trauma,

but you didn't.

So my question is,

how did you do it?

What was your secret?

* *

- My secret?

What now?

- Fuck, we have to stop
the bleeding.

- No, no, no, no, no.
Don't touch him.

- What the fuck? Why? Why?

- Don't touch him, okay?

- I'm gonna call 911.
I'm gonna call--

- No, stop.

Put the phone down, Addy.

- What? Why?

- It's too late.

- How do you know?

* *

- Bronwyn?

* *

- My secret?

- Are you all right?

- I don't have a secret.

And obviously,
all my exemplary behavior

and extracurricular work
and studying and awards

are not as interesting
as being accused of murder,

but I cannot believe
that Yale would send someone

to ask me about it.

It's everything
that's wrong with society.

- Bronwyn, please calm down.

- I am not my trauma.

* *

[retching]

[toilet flushes]

[water running]

[breathing deeply]

[water shuts off]

- If you want, I can just write
your papers for you.

It's what I do
for everyone else

Gupta pairs me with.

- Look, if you don't want
to tutor me,

we can just not do this.

- Then Gupta will just sic
someone else on me.

She has this delusional idea

that I'll make friends
by tutoring my fellow fuck-ups.

- Oh. Well, clearly she's
never seen "The Suicide Squad."

You know, pairing
the bad kids together?

It's a recipe for anarchy.

- So true.
- Yeah.

- And I do get some real
Ratcatcher vibes from you.

- Are you kidding me?
Ratcatcher?

Really?
- Mm, or Weasel.

- Okay, I like Weasel better.
Yeah.

[door closes]

- Can I talk to you?

- I'll be right back.

- I just thought
you should know

that I totally
blew my interview

and my chances at Yale.

- Okay. I'm sorry.

- Yeah, you should be,
'cause you got in my head

with all that shit about
how you think I'm a bad person

'cause I can always
keep it together.

But it turns out you're wrong.
I can't.

So the good news
is that I'm not a bad person,

but bad news is I totally
fucked up the interview.

- I'm sorry
your interview sucked.

I mean, I can take the blame
if that's what you want.

- Yeah, you should.

- Look, I'm kind of
in the middle

of a tutoring session here.

- She's tutoring you?
- Yeah.

- What subject?

- History.

- You could've asked me.

- I think we have too much
history already, Bronwyn.

- [chuckles]
Did you just say that?

- Yeah, she's helping me
with English too.

Maybe my lines will get better.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Um, all right.

Well, carry on.
- Yeah.

- Good luck.
- Yeah, thanks.

[soft music]

- [sighs]

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah. Sorry about that.

* *

[phones buzz]

[ominous music]

* *

[phone buzzing]

* *

[tense music]

* *

- Kris, hey.

- [sighs]

- We need to talk.
- No.

Cooper, you know that's a no.

- Who--who was that guy?

- That's not your business
anymore.

- Okay, you're right.
You're right, and I'm sorry.

That's not even why I came here
in the first place.

- Okay, so why are you here?

- I just need to know,

did you tell anybody anything
about Halloween night?

Like who was at the party or--
- No, no.

Cooper, I--
I already told you, all right?

Your secret is safe.
- Okay.

- But honestly,
it would probably be even safer

if you leave me alone, boo.

Like, I'm really, really trying

to forget everything
you told me,

but every single time
you text or call,

I'm thinking about it again,
Coop.

- I don't want you
to forget me.

- Sweetie, I'm not
gonna forget you, okay?

You know that's impossible.

But I need to forget
why it ended,

all right?

And...

I think we both
just need to move on.

Okay?

All right.

I gotta get to class.

[poignant music]

* *

- [gasps]
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Your mom called me.

She wanted me to talk to you.

- Jesus, Keely, can we not?

- Look, I--I know I owe you an
apology, like, a massive one.

I told Simon your secret
to protect Cooper--

- Keely, I don't--
I don't want to do this.

- Please, is there anything
I can do to make it right?

- If I say I forgive you,
can we agree

to never talk about it again?

- Is that really what you want?

- Yeah.

Anything else?

- Yeah.

Actually, I was--
I was thinking that you

should come back to cheer.

- [scoffs]

You can't be serious.
- Why not?

- Vanessa, for one.

- Screw Vanessa.

The rest of us want you back.

- Did my mom get you
to say that too?

[sighs]
Keely, I don't want your pity.

- It's not pity.

I miss you, and I want
to be there for you.

You went through something
horrible, and I--

- And I would be fine
if everyone

would just stop
trying to get me

to talk about it all the time.
- I get it.

That's how I felt with Zach.

I never wanted to talk
about it, either.

- It's not the same thing.
Jake isn't Zach.

- You're right. He's worse.

- Don't say that.
- It's true.

He's a monster.
- You shouldn't say it!

You shouldn't talk shit
about people who are gone!

[tense music]

- You're not supposed
to speak ill of the dead,

but Jake's in Mexico,

right?

- I just meant that
the cops haven't found him.

What if...
- Ads.

Do you think he's dead?

* *

- I didn't say that.

* *

- Right. Of course not.

- Keely, you have to go.
Please.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- [sighs]

* *

[tense music]

- Hey, I--

- It's not what it looks like.

I just needed some fresh air.

- Yeah, you don't have to lie,
Bronwyn.

I'm not asking.

You've made it pretty clear

I don't get to know
what's going on.

It doesn't matter
how many lies I tell for you

or how many phones
and computers I hack into.

I'm not in the club.
- That's not fair.

- Yeah, no shit it's not fair.

But whatever.
That's not the point.

I just...[sighs]

Look, wherever you're going,

is Janae gonna be there?

She's been avoiding me,

and I just want to know
what I did wrong.

- You didn't do anything wrong.

- Okay, then why won't
she talk to me?

- I don't know.
I don't know.

She's been through
a lot, you know?

- We've all been through a lot.

- Yeah, and we all deal with it
differently.

Maybe she just needs
some space.

- Mm, right.

Like you just need some air.

- I'm so sorry.
I really, really have to go.

- Where?

* *

- I'm gonna go see Nate.

* *

[soft eerie music]

* *

- Anyone else
already regretting this?

* *

- We have no choice.

We have to find out
what they really want.

- Okay, and what if
what they want is to kill us?

- We'd probably
already be dead.

- Oh, thank you.
That's very comforting.

- We agreed we would do
what they said.

- Okay.

- You know what happens
when we don't.

* *

- This is so fucked.

- Really wish we knew
what we were waiting for.

- Maybe they're just gonna
make us watch "Twilight."

- Why would they make us watch
"Twilight," Janae?

- Because it's the worst.

[projector whirring]
- [chuckles]

- Guys...

- [distorted speech]
Welcome to Simon Says.

[dramatic music]

- What?

- What the fuck?
- Is it really him?

Is he alive?
- No, no, there's no way.

- No, it's just a shitty
attempt at a deepfake.

- That's so messed up.
Who would do that?

- You remember the rules,
right?

Do what Simon says,
and you get to keep playing.

Don't, and this goes
into wide release.

[crickets chirping]

* *

- Guys?

[indistinct conversation]

- We have to stop
the bleeding.

- No, no, no, no, no.
Don't touch him.

- What the fuck? Why? Why?

- Don't touch him, okay?

No, stop. It's too late.

- How do you know?

* *

- They were there.

- Why wouldn't they just give
that to the police?

What the fuck does
this psycho want?

[phones buzzing]

* *

- Oh, shit.

- They can hear us.

- Are they here?
- Projection booth.

- Go, go, go.

[dramatic music]

- I'm gonna check backstage.

* *

Guys!

* *

Guys, I found something.

* *

- Oh, shit,
we have to get out of here.

- We can't leave
that video here.

- No, nothing's gonna survive
in here, including us.

Let's go!
[flames whooshing]

* *

[glass shattering]

- What was that?
- Oh, my God.

- Fuck!
- What happened?

- Are they still up there?

- Maeve!

- Bronwyn!

- What do we do?
- You guys!

- Come on, let's go.
- [screams]

Oh, my God!
[fire alarm ringing]

- Let's go. Let's go.
We have to go.

Come on.

* *

[all coughing and gasping]

[fire alarm ringing]

- Come on. You okay?
- Yeah.

- Come on. Here.

- We can't just leave them.

- No, they were up
by the booth.

They probably went
out the side.

- Also, Simon Says bugged
the fucking theater.

They're probably
still listening.

- Whoever you are, please
just tell us what you want!

[phone chimes]

- No.

- Okay.
- Okay, good.

We're good. Let's go.
- Wait!

What do we do with this?

- Let's go. Come on!

Let's go.

- Oh, shit.
- What do we do?

- Follow me. In here.

In here, here.

* *

- What are we doing?

- I don't know.

We clearly aren't going
back to normal.

- I'm sorry.

- For what?

- I'm scared
I made everything worse.

I think, on some level,

I didn't want it to be over

because that would mean
we were really over.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- For someone so smart,

that's really dumb.

* *

[siren wailing]
[truck horn blaring]

Shit. Let's get out of here.

Come on.

[tense music]

* *

[suspenseful music]

* *

- [screams]

Cole, you--

- I need to talk to you
about Jake.

- [sighs]

You shouldn't be here.
- I've been calling.

You never pick up, Addy.
Why won't you talk to me?

- I don't have anything
to say to you.

- I need your help, okay?
I need to find my brother.

You know him
better than anyone.

If anyone's gonna tell me
what really happened

on Halloween, it's you.

- I already told the police
everything I know.

I can't help you, Cole.

Please stop following me.

- No, you can't do that.
- Don't fucking touch me!

[gasping]

- Okay, you are making
a big mistake.

* *

- What did you say to me?

- I'm gonna find Jake,
so whatever it is you know,

you're gonna tell me right now.

* *

- [gasping]

* *

[lock clicks]

[panting]

* *

- [coughs, grunts]
- No!

[panting]
[safety clicks]

- Ads...

* *

[gunshot]

[gunshot echoing]

* *

- [sobs softly] Jake...

[high-pitched ringing]

* *

[floorboards creak]
[gasps]

- I loved you, Addy.

- [crying]

* *

- I loved you...

and you killed me.

- [sobbing]

- This is all your fault.

And now all your friends
are going to pay.

Simon says.

- [sobbing]

* *

[Talker's "Horror Films"]

* *

- * I gave my mind *

* Away *

* Defects and stains
on display *

* The voices in *

* My room *

* Are the same ones
that whisper to you *

* Reality *

* Is at our feet *

* And we can't
keep on running *

* Oh, let me see *

* The thoughts that creep in *

* When no one
is watching you *

* Show me the horror films
playing in your head *

* All of the darkest fears
you've left unsaid *

* Show me your haunted side *

* And I'll show you mine *

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