All language subtitles for One of Us Is Lying s02e08 Game Over.eng

[wind blowing]

[wind chime tinkling]

- Lean forward
into cobra position.

Feel the life energy
flowing into your lungs.

- So I hear
you're fucking my dorm mate.

- Whoa!

Giselle?

I'm pretty sure
she started that rumor.

I caught her watching me
in the showers.

I'm not gonna lie,
it was actually kind of hot.

- Careful with her.

She's a total stalker.

That's why she's in here.

- Are you jealous, Fi?

- You know your charm
doesn't work on me.

- Yeah? Why's that?

- Because I see
the real you, Jake,

and you're a sociopath.

- Someone's been working
on their words of affirmation.

- Don't worry.

I'm sure this lakeside painting
is working wonders on you.

You'll be feeling things
like a real boy in no time.

- Yeah, that's right,
and soon your violent urges

will be replaced
with hugs and rainbows.

- If only I'd taken
an art class earlier,

Mr. Sheridan might still
have both his kidneys.

- Well, that'd be a shame.

After what you told me,
it sounds like

that pervert
deserved what he got.

Maybe more.

- And what about you, Jake?

You still haven't told me
why you're here.

- Why does it matter?
- It doesn't.

But it feels good to hear you
validate what I did.

Maybe I want
to return the favor.

Whatever it is, you know
you can be honest with me.

There's nothing
you could say

that would make me
think less of you.

Try me.

- Can you keep a secret?

I'll tell you what I did.

But you got to take this one
to your grave.

[tense music]

[phone buzzing]

- Are you sure
this is the right way?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

[phone buzzing continues]

- One sec. I'm sorry.

* *

- Everything OK?
- Yeah.

Mm-hmm...

- You sure?

You look a little freaked out.

- No, I'm--I'm good.
I'm good.

- Good.

[phone buzzing]

- I'm not here.
Leave a message.

- Nate, please call me back.
You have to get out of there.

Why is he not answering?
- OK, Bronwyn.

She's not gonna hurt him
in the middle of a restaurant.

It's gonna be fine.

- So you never told me
where you were yesterday.

I was worried.

- Yeah I had
a, um, family emergency.

I was out of town.

- You missed a lot
of excitement here.

Did you know
they found Jake's car?

Search teams have
been going out all day.

I guess they think he's dead.

That would look pretty bad
for you and your friends,

wouldn't it?

- What, Jake getting drunk
and driving off a cliff?

- Is that
what you think happened?

- Probably, yeah.

I mean, the guy
was a fucking idiot.

And an asshole.

Whatever happened,

he deserved it.

You're lucky
you never knew him.

Did you?

- I think
we both know the answer.

- So it was you
this whole time.

I thought we--
- What?

That I was some innocent
misunderstood girl?

That we had a real connection?

That you broke my heart
by picking Bronwyn?

Don't do anything stupid, Nate.

If something happens to me,

that video gets sent
to the cops.

You have to know
I have a failsafe in place.

- OK. What do you want?

- What do I want?

I want justice,
an eye for an eye.

Simon says give me
whoever pulled the trigger,

and this is all over.

- It was me.

- Lying to me
is a bad idea, Nate.

How about this?

I'll give you
until tomorrow at midnight

to decide if you want
to tell the truth

and sacrifice one of your own.

If not, I give the cops

the video of all of you in
the woods on Halloween night.

- We're not scared
of going to jail.

- I know.

But gonna jail
won't end the game.

There are lots of people
I can still play with.

Maeve and Kris seem fun.

It's your choice, Nate.

Now get out of my car.

[ominous music]

* *

- Janae, is that--
- Jake's gun.

- What is that doing
in your pool house?

- Please don't freak out.
- Don't freak out?

This gun incriminates us all.
- OK, I know.

I know. I'm sorry.

I should have told you
at the time,

but I didn't know
who I could trust.

I do now.

- Why'd you keep it?

- I thought we might need it
to protect ourselves.

And here we are.
- No.

No way.

We are not doing
self-defense again.

- Addy, she's trying
to kill you, OK?

You heard Nate--
an eye for an eye.

- It doesn't matter.

I can't fit another skeleton
in my closet.

- OK. Does she know for a fact
that it was Addy?

- Well, she knew it wasn't me.

And she was in the woods.

- She sent me the gun.

She's known it's me all along.

It's just more torture
making you hand me over.

- Which means
she might kill you,

whether we give you up or not.

- And who knows
if she'd stop there?

- But using the gun's
off the table.

Got it.
- No.

There has to be another way.

OK, what if we can prove
that she killed Giselle?

Turn her in to the cops?
- No.

The last time we tried that,
we found nothing

and TJ ended up in jail.

- Last time, we were trying to
figure out who killed Giselle.

Now we know.
We just need proof.

- Right,
but we don't have much time.

- OK, so we divide and conquer.

We look into every corner
of Fiona's life.

- We only have 24 hours,

but there is six of us
and one of her.

- Wait, guys.

What if there's more
than one of her?

- Sorry, what?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How did she know that
you knew she was Simon Says?

- Um...

- Are you saying
someone tipped her off?

- Maybe.

[phone ringing]

Vanessa.

Hey.

What's going on?
You OK?

- You tell me.
Is my life still in danger?

- No?
I--I don't know.

- You don't know.
Great.

Yeah, real fucking comforting,
Addy.

- Well, we figured out
who Simon Says is.

It's Fiona,

but she may not
be working alone.

- Who?

- We don't know yet.

- No, no, no, no, no.
Who's Fiona?

- Oh, Fiona Jennings.

Remember Simon wrote about her

stabbing her English teacher
last year?

She was at Wild Awakenings
with Jake.

- Oh.

Oh, shit, her.

That's how Jake knew about her.

- What?

- Jake told Simon that
on the Xbox.

OK, but that doesn't matter
right now.

What matters is the plan.
What is the plan?

And how do we stop
this bitch, Addy?

- We are figuring that out.

For now, just lie low.

We don't have much time.

- No, what do you mean
"lie low," Addy?

- Girl, we're gonna be good.
We watching "Drag Race."

We got, like, 20 episodes left.

It's gonna be fine.

- Ugh!

[pensive music]

* *

[knocks at window]

- Hey.

You OK?

- Does it look like I'm OK?

How did Simon find out?

- I have no idea.

It's like
he's got eyes everywhere,

no matter how hard
you try to cover your tracks.

- This was supposed
to be a fresh start.

You were supposed to help me.

- And I will.

We'll help each other, right?

Just like this summer.

You're my best friend, Fiona.

You're the only person
I can really be myself around.

We just have to wait
for this to blow over

before I can invite you
to sit at our lunch table.

- And when will that be?

- Soon.

Soon.

And in the meantime,
I promise,

Simon won't get away
with hurting you.

This is still gonna be
a great year for us.

OK?

* *

[phone buzzes]

[phone chimes]

- OK.

[door jams]

- Key.

People are so predictable.

- OK.

- Is it just me, or is
this place a little creepy?

- Yeah, not just you.

- Seriously,
who lives like this?

- Someone who doesn't
want to be seen

for who they really are.

- Ooh.

OK, there's nothing here.

- What about this?

Proves she knew Giselle
at Wild Awakenings.

- It doesn't prove
she killed her.

- Oh.

This was Jake's favorite movie.

- Once again,
people are so predictable.

- It's Greece.

And that's Jake's handwriting.

- I don't get it.
- "Thanks for all the memories.

We made some great ones. J."

I knew it.

Fiona's the one who made him
the Greece picture.

She literally made memories.

- So that's proof
that they were conspiring

since the summer.

But it doesn't prove
that Fiona killed Giselle.

- I hope the others
have more luck.

- OK, what exactly
are we looking for?

- Fiona had to cancel tutoring
a couple times for rehearsal,

so I thought there might be

a theater equivalent
of a locker room.

- You mean a dressing room?

- Guys, over here.

This is what she wore
on Halloween.

- Well, it could have
her DNA on it, or Jake's.

- Yeah, but not Giselle's.
- Right. Shit.

- Right, but it means
we're on the right track.

[eerie music]

* *

- Yeah, almost.

Guys, she's stage manager.

- Of course she is.

- Which means...

* *

- Stairs?

[knocks at door]

- Well,
this is all making sense--

her being the stage manager,

pulling the strings
from behind the scenes.

On brand.
- Yeah.

You think she could
watch us from here?

Hack into the school's cameras?

- And that's
how she would keep track of us

doing her sick asks.

Yeah, not impossible.

- Oh, my God.
Guys...

Look at this.
- Jackpot.

- OK, if this is linked
to her phone,

we could have
her location history

or texts with Giselle.

It could place her
at the waterpark

the night Giselle died.
Um...

Birthday. What's her birthday?
- I don't know.

- OK, well,
she's definitely a Gemini.

- What the fuck does that mean?
- June!

- OK.

- You really think
you can guess?

- It's worth a try, right?

- Symbolism is...
[phone chimes]

a literary device
that uses words or images

to convey intangible ideas,
such as themes and emotions.

The use of symbolism can add
depth, create foreshadowing,

or give the reader
more information

about the plot
and/or the characters.

So your task is
to give three examples

of symbolism in the text
and what they use--

Mr. Clay?

- Yeah?
- Going somewhere?

- Really got
to use the bathroom.

Sorry.

[tablet beeping]

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- Oh, my God.
What's happening?

- No, no, no, no,
she's wiping it,

which means
that there is definitely

something important on there.

- OK, can you get it back?

- Guys--
- I don't think so.

- Guys, this probably
also means

she knows
we have her iPad, OK?

So let's go.
- He's right.

Just leave it. Come on.
- OK.

- Maeve.

- Sorry. Sorry.

[door slams]

* *

You guys OK?
both: Yeah.

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

And I don't want to find out.

Let's just go.
- OK.

[phones chime]

- OK. Come on.

- This morning, Maritime
search and rescue teams

recovered a body,
which has just been

positively identified
as Jake Riordan.

The Bayview senior has been
missing since Halloween.

Autopsy results
are still pending,

but police believe
the cause of death

was a gunshot to the chest.

More details to come.

- OK, not to state the obvious,
but...

fuck.

If they have the body
and Fiona has the video,

it's over.

- You could always
hand me over.

- So she can kill you
and turn us in instead?

- Guys, we still have time.
- To do what?

There's too much evidence
that we killed Jake

and none
that she killed Giselle.

She won.

- Unless...

- Unless what, Rojas?

- We can't prove
that she killed Giselle,

but what if we can prove...

she killed Jake?

- OK, why would anyone believe

that Fiona Jennings
killed Jake Riordan?

- Most of you have
been suspected of murder

enough times
to be familiar

with this little love triangle.

All we have to do is prove that
Fiona had the means, motive,

and opportunity to kill Jake.

So where do we begin, Bronwyn?
- With motive.

It should be easy
to prove that Jake and Fiona

were working together
since last summer.

- She had the postcard from him
in the bedroom,

plus the necklace
from Wild Awakening.

- We need more.

We have to prove
that she helped Jake hack

into "About That"
after Simon died,

that she knew he killed Simon
and helped him frame us.

- And she killed Jake because
he was about to be caught.

She knew that he was gonna
drag her down with him.

- Would it help to upload
Simon's hard drive

onto her laptop?
- Yeah.

If the hard drive
wasn't the one thing

that actually made it
to the bottom of the ocean.

You made another backup,
didn't you?

- That's great,

except we couldn't
find her laptop.

- Victor's has public Wi-Fi.

Doesn't that make it easy

to hack a computer
on that network?

- Yeah.
- OK.

So what if we make it look
like Fiona was operating

from her dad's computer
in his office?

I mean, the yacht
picks up their signal,

which I now feel
way less guilty about stealing.

- That could actually work.

- I'll go with you.

- All right,
so that takes care of motive.

What about opportunity?

- Well, she was
at the Halloween party

in that dumb bear costume.

- But if she had killed him
while wearing the costume,

then Jake's DNA
would be all over it.

- So we can plant his DNA.
- Oh.

I really want this to work.

I just don't want to find out
have a little vial

of Jake blood somewhere.

- Got to admit, blood is better
than where my mind went.

- OK.
both of you, disgusting!

I was actually
talking about his hair.

His mom probably hasn't
thrown out any of his stuff.

I mean, what,
she thought he was alive

until two minutes ago.

Cooper, do you think you
could talk your way in there

and get his hairbrush?

- I'll go,
but I could use backup.

[doorbell rings]

After the whole fiasco
with Jake's watch,

Cole's not gonna
take his eyes off of me.

- If you distract Cole,
I can sneak in.

- How's your mom?
- [sniffles]

- But what happens
if we get caught by Fiona,

again?

- Addy and I will follow her.
We can take my car.

And I'll just text you
if there's any issues.

- Addy can't drive.
- So?

- So if something happens
to Bronwyn,

we need someone
who can take the wheel.

- Maeve, come on.
I'll be fine.

- It's OK.
Addy can go with Maeve.

I'll go with Bronwyn.

- OK, so we keep eyes on Fiona

and we find an opening
to plant the final piece.

Where's the gun?

If the police find this
in Fiona's car,

it should be enough
to put her away for good.

- It's not gonna work
without Fiona's fingerprints

on the gun.

It's gonna look
like we framed her.

- Unless...

Unless we're not the ones
to tip the police off.

We could have Vanessa
explain our theory to Wheeler.

- Fiona Jennings was
in rehab with Jake.

- She'll connect the dots
between Fiona and Jake

at Wild Awakenings,
so that when the police

find the gun and all this
other evidence we planted,

they won't know
to bring it back to us.

- That's perfect, Addy.

- And when the cops realize

that Fiona had the means,

the gun, the motive,
her collab with Jake,

and the opportunity--

her presence at the party
the night he died--

they'll have no choice
but to take her seriously

as a suspect.
- OK.

I feel like we're
forgetting one tiny detail.

- Don't touch him.
- What, why?

- Don't touch him!

- Fiona has a video
of you guys in the woods.

- OK, so if the cops
see the video,

we could say that we found
his body after she killed him,

that she lured us to the woods
to take the video.

We knew it would look
like we killed him,

so we didn't want
to come forward.

Not perfect,
but it's the best shot we got.

And at least, if we go down,
then Fiona goes down with us.

She's a killer,

and this is the only way
we can stop her.

So if there aren't
any other objections...

- Guessing I don't get a vote.

- Look, Fiona gave us until
midnight to hand Addy over,

so we only have until then
to put everything in place.

- And that's not accounting

for whatever Fiona's planning.

- Plus, we still don't know
if she's working alone.

[phone chimes]

- She's at Victor's.

We have to hurry.
- I'm going as fast as I can.

- OK, Maeve,
is it working?

- I think so.
- I really hope so.

[tense music]

* *

- Hold this.

- Wow, Nate's really
had an effect on you.

- Maeve, I really hate to do
this, but how much longer?

- I just need
a little more time, Addy.

- I have to admit,
I'm impressed.

I--truly.
- Thank you.

Fuck.

- What?
- No, no. It's not here.

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

- It's not here!
- Bronwyn, where's the gun?

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

[computer chimes]
- All right. Great.

- OK.

Let's go.

[low rumbling]

[creaking]

Maeve?

Why are we moving?

- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

What are you doing?
- We have to get up there.

It's Fiona.
- What if she's not alone?

We need a plan.
You can't just run up there.

- Oh, fuck.

- I'm just gonna check,
because it has to be in here.

'Cause maybe you're
just blind right now.

- Hey, hey, hey, guys.
What's wrong?

- The gun's missing.
- What?

- We put it in the bag.

And it hasn't left my side...
- No way.

- Since we left
the pool house.

- Could it have fallen out?
- No.

Someone had to have taken it.

[boat engine stops]

[footsteps approaching]

- Maeve, what's the plan?

Why do you have that?

[ominous music]

* *

- It's OK, Addy.

You can come out.

- [gasps]

- It's over.

- Maeve.

- She's on my team now.

You're so fucked.

* *

- Bronwyn, there's just no way.

- It was Maeve.

She didn't think
our plan would work,

so she took matters
into her own hands.

- No.
She--she would have told me.

- Wait.
What if it's worse than that?

What if she's the one
that tipped off Fiona?

- Oh, my God.
I think I'm gonna be sick.

- Wait, wait. Where is Addy?

Is she still on the yacht
with your sister?

- Fiona,
she wanted us to hand over

whoever pulled the trigger.

- And Maeve changed the plan
so that she'd

be with Addy instead of me.
- OK. We have to go, now.

Come on.

* *

- Maeve,
why are you doing this?

- For fuck sake, Addy,
stop making this

harder than it has to be.

- Tell her. Tell her the truth.

- I had to save my sister.

- Bronwyn wasn't even there
when the gun went off.

That was all you.

- How long have you been
working with this psycho?

- What did I say...
- Ow.

- About that word?

And you should be
thanking Maeve.

She's the reason
you and your friends

aren't behind bars right now.

- Oh, and why is that?

- Because after you
convinced everyone

to turn themselves in,
I sent Simon Says a message.

I knew she would help.

If she wanted you in jail,

she would have turned you in
herself.

- So instead,
you let TJ rot away in jail?

- Mm, I see it more like
you guys aren't rotting away

in jail because of me.

- Maeve was right.

I thought jail was too good
for you all.

I'm more of a "death by
1,000 cuts" kind of girl.

And I have to admit,

I was impressed Maeve figured
out how to message me back.

Unlike your little
murder friends,

I can recognize talent
when I see it.

For a while,
our interests were aligned.

Maeve wanted to keep you
out of jail,

and I wanted to keep playing
with my toys.

But now that you know who I am,

I'm afraid playtime is over.

- So what now?

- Maeve and I made a deal.

Someone has to pay the ultimate
price for killing Jake.

And that someone is you.

And in return,
your friends stay out of jail.

- So you're actually
just gonna kill me?

- There's no other way, Addy.

- The best part is,

your friends
will torture themselves

for the rest of their lives
for letting this happen to you.

And my work will be done.

- No, Fiona.

I promise you
that you will rot in jail.

- Only if the police find
your body, which they won't.

I'm not gonna make the same
mistakes you made with Jake.

- OK.
I gave you what you want.

So now you're gonna
delete that video.

Right?

Right?

- Maeve.

- Permanent delete.

Done.

- I'm really sorry, Addy.

But one dead's better
than five in jail.

- Fuck you!

[tense music]

- Oh, my God!

- We have to get out there!

* *

- Your neighbors won't mind
if we borrow this, will they?

- I've been waiting for
this moment for a long time.

You're finally gonna get
what you deserve.

- You're so fucking pathetic.

- What did you say?

- You let your obsession
with a toxic shithead

turn you into a psycho,

which by the way,
is what you call someone

who plays Simon Says
with their victims.

So just fucking accept it
already!

- Jake didn't turn me
into anything.

He saw the real me.

And he loved me for it.

Jake was my person.

And you took him away from me!

- Everything's ready to go.

It's time for our endgame.

- Locker 102.

- Send it.

- It's done.

- Yeah, well, this part is.

I have a feeling you and I
are just getting started.

God, I can't believe
I'm gonna get away with it.

We're gonna get away with it.

- You should get back before
anyone notices you're missing.

- Yeah,
but I like hanging out in here

with you, you know?

Pulling the strings.

OK.

[upbeat dance music]

* *

How about one dance,
before I go?

- You know I don't dance.

- Come on.

- No.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes.

* *

Everybody dances.

* *

- Watching you

and your little band
of murder friends

have each other,

when you took him from me,

I couldn't stand it.

Now all I have left to fill
the void inside me are tears.

[laughs]

And I'm done crying.

- Are you finished?

- Yeah.

* *

Simon says,

game over.

[gun clicks]

- [gasps]

[gun clicking]

Are you fucking kidding--

- [screams]

- What the hell?
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I'm really sorry, Addy.
- Oh, my God.

- The plan wasn't gonna work

without her deleting
that footage.

This was the only way
to get that done

and get her prints on the gun.
I'm so sorry.

- And yours.

- Wrong.

I put wax on the fingertips.

The use this trick
in all the heist movies.

- Maeve?
Just fucking untie me!

- OK, OK, OK, I'm sorry.

- God,
you could have warned me.

[engine turning over]
- Finally.

- OK.

You coming?
- I can't.

One of us should stay
in case Fiona comes back.

But I trust you.
Please, save them.

- We will.

I promise.

- Sit down, and hold on.

- Ow.
- I'm so sorry.

- Fuck.

Ow.

- How did she tie this?

I'm really sorry.
- Ah, fuck.

Can we hurry?
- Yes.

[door shuts]

- OK, let's--

- Oh, shit, shit, shit.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

No!

Fuck.

I think we're trapped.

- [muffled]
Open the door! Fiona!

Fiona, open the fucking door.

Open the fucking door.

Let us out!

Somebody!
- Please!

- Fiona!

- Please, let us out!
- Fiona!

Please!

- [sighs]

- [panting]

Maeve!

- Oh, my God.

[alarm blares]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

- Help!
- Help! Help!

[tense music]

- No, no, no.

* *

[touch-tones beeping]

[line trilling]

- 911,
what is your emergency?

[alarm blaring]

- [coughing]

- I'm really sorry, Addy.

You weren't supposed
to get hurt.

You weren't
supposed to get hurt.

[sobbing]

- Guys!

- Addy?

- Nate.

- Hey, come on.
We have to go.

You OK?
- Up you go.

Addy, [indistinct].
Come on.

- You OK?
- Addy, can you make it?

I'll be right back, okay?
- Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait!

- What?
- The gun.

The gun's in my bag.
- Where?

- The gun's in the bag!

[alarm blaring]

- Buddy.

[coughing]

I got it! I got it!

[electricity crackling]

Ahh!

Oh! My arm!

Ahh!

Help!

- Cooper!

- [groans]

- [panting]

No, please.

[distant sirens wailing]

* *

Fiona.

[tense music]

* *

Fiona!

Stop!

[metal clanging]

Stop.

It's over.

- You must be devastated
about your friends.

I wonder which of them burned

and which of them drowned.

And your own sister,

betraying you like that.

- Stay back.

- And she wasn't the only one.

Did Nate tell you about us?

The cafeteria
was just the beginning.

He didn't even need a prompt
from Simon Says.

- Stop talking!

- Maybe you two aren't endgame
like you thought you were.

- OK.

So maybe my sister betrayed
me, and Nate did too.

But what I want to know
is how you forgave Jake

for betraying you.

- What are you talking about?

- You don't know?

He told Simon all about you.

Vanessa heard it all
on the Xbox recording.

- You're lying.

- You're a hacker, right?

So you could have deleted
all of that evidence

about Jake and Simon
from that Xbox.

But he wouldn't let you,
would he?

- You shouldn't be here.

- You're getting sloppy.

Bronwyn and Nate are here.

I saw them.

I can help you fix this
if you just give me that Xbox.

- I'm not getting sloppy.

You're being crazy
showing up here like this.

Fuck.

Fi, I'm sorry.

- So the truth comes out.

- I didn't mean it like that.
I--

Listen.

I'm gonna take care of this.
OK?

Just like you've
taken care of me.

Fi, I wouldn't have been able
to do this without you.

But I need to finish
this alone.

OK?

I'll see you on the other side.

I promise.

- He didn't want you to see
what was on the Xbox,

because he knew how you get
when you're angry.

I mean, Jesus, pushing
a girl off a waterslide

for overstaying her welcome?

- She could have exposed me,

and you were getting too close.

You left me no choice.

Giselle's death
was your fault too.

- You want to know what
the saddest part is?

Jake didn't even trade
your secret.

He just gave it away,
so he wouldn't

have to pretend like he was
your friend for even one day!

So yeah,
maybe I'm not a killer.

But I sure as hell know
how to twist a knife.

- You're lying!

I'll kill you!

- [grunting]

[panting]

[screams]

[sirens wailing]

- What was that you were saying
about twisting the knife?

- [screams]

- Freeze!
- Bayview PD! Don't move!

- 11-41, I need an ambulance
at this location.

- My friends.
- You're OK.

- My friends.

- An ambulance is on the way.

- [indistinct]

- Am I a hero?
Sure.

Yes, some people
are using that word.

But the truth is, I just did
what I knew was right.

I'm just an ordinary girl
who believes in truth

and justice for all.

- Now, I know you
never believed

that Jake was in Mexico.

But when did you first start
to suspect

that Fiona was involved?

- Well, if I'm being honest,

I always had my suspicions
about her.

- But you didn't raise
your concerns with police

until a few days ago.

Why is that?

- Well, at first
it was just a hunch.

But...

I knew if I wanted
to be taken seriously,

I needed proof.

Once I was able to show
the police the full picture,

they had no choice
but to believe me.

- And listening to you led them
to the indisputable evidence

that Fiona helped Jake
cover up Simon's murder

and then murdered Jake
in cold blood.

How does that make you feel?

- I'm just relieved that the
truth about Jake is out there.

And I'm hopeful that the
police will hurry up and drop

the charges against
TJ Forrester,

who is so clearly another
one of Fiona's victims.

- And if they don't,

will we see a Justice for TJ
campaign from you?

- [chuckles]

Well, I--

I hope I don't have to.

But if that's what it takes,

absolutely.

- Thank you, Vanessa, for--

- [knocks]

- I don't want to talk to you.

- You can't shut me out
forever.

Are you serious?

- Trust me,
ignoring you is, by far,

the kindest thing
I can muster right now.

- Bronwyn,
your plan was not going to work

without deleting that footage

and getting her fingerprints
on the gun.

I saved you from--
- You have no way of knowing

if that's true.
And you never will.

How long were you
talking to her?

How long were you going behind
our fucking backs?

- I had to go behind your back

because you never listen to me.

I just wanted a vote.

- No, you wanted us
to do whatever you said,

because you think you're
smarter than everyone else.

Trust me, I know that feeling.

But I never would have
done what you did.

- You would be rotting
in jail right now,

and Fiona would be
walking around free

if I hadn't done what I did.

- But instead,
I'm lying in a hospital bed

lucky to be alive.

And so is Cooper.

You want me to put a ribbon on
you and tell you you're a hero.

You're not.

You tipped her off.

You're a traitor.

And I need you
to get out of my room.

- Bronwyn,
I needed her to trust me.

- Well, now I can
never trust you again.

- Bronwyn.
- Get the fuck out of my room.

Get out!

- [sighs] OK.

[melancholy music]

* *

- You know, I'm a little
concerned about this one.

I do not know what
Bronwyn's gonna say.

- It's funny.

- OK, well it came from you--
- I don't think you could say--

- Not--

* *

- You OK?

- I just don't know how
I'm ever gonna forgive her.

I mean, you almost died,
Addy.

- Yeah. But I didn't.

I'm still here.

- I know.

* *

- Hey, Sleeping Beauty.
- [chuckles]

Hey, Dad.

- The doctor says
your surgery went great.

- Yeah?
What does great mean?

- It means you can start
physical therapy in a month.

You know?
If that goes well,

you might even be able
to play again this season.

- I might?

What are the other options?

Dad, what is
the worst-case scenario?

I need to know.

- Worst-case scenario,

you don't ever get
your strength

or speed back.

* *

- No.

No.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

- I know.

You're a fighter.

Listen, kiddo,

I need to talk to you
about something.

- Yeah?
[knock at door]

- You know what?
Never mind.

It can wait.
- You sure?

- Yeah.

- Um, sorry,
I didn't mean to interrupt.

I could come back.

- No, that's OK.
It's all right.

Come on in.

- Um--I'm--

- Dad, this is, um--

this is Kris,

my, um--

my boyfriend.

Kris, this is my dad,

Kevin.

- Hi.

- Nice to meet you, Kris.

- Nice to meet you, too.

- I was worried he
was gonna say friend.

- Mm-hmm, me too.

- [chuckles]

[door buzzes]

- Thank you for coming.

- What am I doing here?

- I need your help.

- I didn't kill your brother.

- A whole lot of evidence
says otherwise.

- But I have proof.

I tried to tell that detective
I have a video.

- I heard.

- You swore you have a video
showing Murder Club

standing over Jake's dead body

you hid inside the theater
in school.

- Yes.

I told her exactly
where to look.

- But she found
the thumb drive.

It was porn.

- That little bitch
switched it!

The police need to talk
to Maeve Rojas.

She has the real thing.

- I believe you.

I don't think
you killed my brother.

Look, if there is a video
out there,

I will make sure
the police find it.

- Thank you.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

- I know Jake killed Simon.

I just--
I can't understand why.

You knew him better
than anyone.

Do you know why he did it?

- Maybe he knew Jake's secret,

the one that landed him
at Wild Awakenings.

- Jake told you about that?

- We told each other
everything.

We were soulmates.

- Thank you
for loving my brother.

I'm gonna do everything I can
to get you out of here.

I promise, it won't be long.

OK?

[door buzzes]

- Jennings, chow time.

- [coughs]

[coughing]

[wheezing]

[panting]

Help.

- I can't believe that
you went from not wanting

to be a part of this group
to having

Nate live in your backyard.

- I'd rather not talk about it.

- Wealthy family takes in
misunderstood teen

with troubled
and criminal past.

I mean, you're kind of like
the white Fresh Prince.

They can make a whole TV show
about you.

- They did.
It's called "The OC."

- Janae,

you sure your parents
are cool with this?

- Apparently, the yacht
was a huge money suck.

The insurance payout was big,
but my dad felt bad

that it came at your expense.

I just wish they took
that kind of pity on me.

- How long are you staying
at Balmoral?

You'll be back for graduation,
right?

- If we even last that long.

- Cooper.

Not the vibe.

- OK, sorry. Sorry.
You're right. You're right.

I guess I've kind of
just gotten used

to the life-or-death stakes
of our senior year.

- Yeah,
I feel like I'm dreaming

or something.

Like, is this really over?

- I think it is.

- Well, then,

I guess
Murder Club is adjourned.

[indistinct chatter]

[melancholy music]

* *

- So does "The OC" hold up?

- Uh, mostly.

I mean, there are
some cringey moments.

- Naturally.
- But I'm sure

when the iPad babies
come of age,

they're gonna think
we're pretty problematic too.

- Just, um, one more thing.

A while back,

you asked me to do something
no one ever has.

And I just wanted you to know
how much it meant to me.

- "Stay."

[chuckles]

- Um, here.

Think of this as a promise.

I'm not going anywhere, Rojas.

- Nate--

- What's--what's wrong?

- I know you hooked up
with Fiona.

- Bronwyn. I'm sorry.

- Let me explain. Um...
- Yeah, yeah.

- We all make mistakes,
myself included.

The old me wouldn't have
been able to get over it.

But Fiona's hurt
all of us enough,

and I'm not gonna let her
take you from me.

Just promise me,
from now on,

no more secrets.

- I, Nate Macauley,

promise not to keep
any more secrets from you.

Come here.

You sure we're OK?

Hmm?
- Yeah.

This is exactly what I want.
- Mm-hmm.

- You're the only thing
that makes sense in my life

right now.

Everything else--with my
sister and not knowing

where I'm gonna be
in the fall--

I just don't know what
the future looks like--

- Hey, hey, hey.

All we have to do is make it
through the next few months

and graduate.

Then we'll have all summer
to figure the rest out.

OK?

- Yeah.

[light music]

* *

- Ha-ha-ha-ha!

- Okay, what are they doing?

- Okay, okay, we need...

- Oh!
- Oh, that was close.

* *

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* *

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* *

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* *

- * As we go on *

* We remember *

* All the times we *

* Had together *

* As our lives change *

* Come whatever *

* We will still be *

* Friends forever *

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