All language subtitles for School Spirits s01e04 Ghostly Girls School.eng

- Previously on
"School Spirits"...

- Mr. Anderson, can I ask
what you were doing there?

Drive safe, Simon.

- Some toddler
with a badge said

that you're calling off
my search party.

- I assure you
we're doing everything

to find out what happened
to your daughter.

You don't think it's weird,

Mr. Anderson giving Maddie
his number?

I gotta get to class.

Have you seen his car?

It's like he sleeps in it
or something.

- You broke into his car, Si.
Why'd you do that?

- I'll solve my murder
on my own.

Holy shit.

I found something.

I shouldn't have given Maddie

that fucking money.

- Why does he have
a shitload of cash

hidden in his classroom?

I'm guessing it has to do

with why you're dead.

[mysterious music]

* *

[huffs] I can't believe it.

It won't recognize his face.

I'm never gonna
guess his passcode.

Three minutes.

- Oh, my God,
unlock your phone.

Check your email. Do something.

Tell him to check his email.

What?

Come on, don't you wanna know

why he's got tons of money
stuffed in his wall

or why he thinks
he gave some of it to me?

Simon.

Eyes on your paper, please.

Sorry.

Maybe it's his birthday.

I'm thinking '81, '82.

Did he have any
Dave Matthews Band in his car?

Little help here.

[school bell rings]

OK, pens down.

Papers on my desk, please.

Simon?

[dramatic music]

* *

- * Don't forget me
when I'm gone *

* *

* Don't forget me
when I'm gone, gone *

* *

* Don't you forget me *

* Don't forget me
when I'm gone *

* Don't forget me *

* When I'm gone *

* Don't you forget *

* Don't forget me
when I'm gone *

OK, thank you, Rhonda.

Though maybe
we narrow it down a bit.

I'm afraid reciting
all of Ginsburg

might have us Howl-ing
by the end.

[jaunty music]

Because...

Maddie, hi.

Nice of you to join us.
We're brainstorming fun things

we could all do this weekend.

- I'll tell you
what I wanna do.

I wanna figure out
why Mr. Anderson was talking

to someone on his phone about
giving me money last night.

- OK.
I'm--

I'm not sure
how to board that, but--

Wait, who was he talking to?

- That's what I'm trying
to figure out.

So I need to know if anyone
here has seen anything.

Seriously?

All we do is haunt the halls
of the stupid school,

and none of you have
seen anything

suspicious from Anderson?

Oh, well, OK.

Well, one time
I saw Mr. Anderson misspell

the word "fundraiser"
on a Boosters Club poster,

and I--he forgot the D.

I feel like that's
pretty suspicious

coming from an English teacher.

- Wally, I'm pretty sure
that was a pun.

So I'm assuming he probably
did that on purpose.

- Sorry, sweets,
we don't just stand around

staring at the living all day.

No.

You plan weekend fun
like movie nights.

Well, we do what we can

to break up
the monotony, Maddie.

- That's all.
- If I may,

to be fair, watching
the same five sports movies

over and over again is kind of
monotonous, Mr. Martin.

I thought you loved "Rudy."

No.

Wow.

Just w--I can't even.

- OK, so if none
of you have seen anything,

then what about the others?

[tense music]

Maybe one of the other
ghosts has seen something.

* *

- Am I allowed
to barf on camera?

My media class has
to do interviews

on all the homecoming court
nominees,

and guess who got Claire?

OK, yeah. [chuckles]

- Barfing might be appropriate.
- I know.

Oh, hey, so I got an update
on Maddie's boot print.

Xavier said
the cops canvassed the area

where we were last night
and found more prints

leading to a service road.

Hello? You know
what this means, right?

Maddie's alive.

Yeah, and whatever happened
in the boiler room,

she got out and she's OK.

- What's going on
with you and Xavier?

Yesterday you were ready
to put his head on a stick.

Now you guys are what,
texting buddies?

- I--I don't know, Simon,

maybe it's
about you ghosting me

ever since Maddie went missing

instead of helping me find her.

I mean, seriously,
where were you last night?

I texted you, like, ten times.

OK, look.

The reason I--

this is gonna sound
sort of crazy.

I've been talking
to her, Nicole.

- Of course you have.
So have I.

I mean, not, like, out loud,

because she's not really gone.

I feel her just like you do.

A--and I got us tickets
to Horror Con

for tonight to prove it.

And if there's a safe place
for us to meet,

Horror Con is it.
I mean, she's never missed it.

Nicole, listen to me.

I know you wanna believe
Maddie's alive.

She's not.
She is gone,

and not the kind of gone
you come back from.

How do you know that?

I can't tell you how.

I just--I do.

But I don't understand.

What would be so bad
about talking to them?

- Maddie, they're replaying
their last days on Earth

like they're still living them,

spinning like tops,

and you don't wanna be there
when they finally spiral out.

Why?

- Haven't you ever heard
you're not supposed

to wake a sleepwalker?

They can mistake you as part
of their nightmare or worse.

- What would be worse
than that?

- Y--you get trapped
in a nightmare of your own,

start looping yourself.

Oh, speaking of looping.

OK, "Bull Durham."

Eh, too much baseball.

- OK.
Uh..."The Natural."

Way too much baseball.

Boom, we got it.

"Rad Racing."

- Oh, is that the one
where they do

the BMX bike ballet
at the school dance?

- Yes, it is,
and it's freakin' amazing.

- Oh, no,
it's absolutely not though.

Sorry.

What about her? Dawn.

She basically goes
through people's things

and lives in the halls.

Maybe she knows something.

- Ugh.
- Good luck with that.

The only thing Dawn could
tell you is your horoscope--

from 1972.

- Yeah, Rhonda's right.
She's a literal dead end.

- Mm, more like a cul-de-sac.

- Well, you know what?
So are you guys right now.

I mean, I'm not afraid
of the walking dead.

OK? So talk.

I need names.

[school bell rings]

Oh, hey.

What are you doing
after seventh?

Uh, going to biology.

Not anymore.

Let's go.

OK.

I know what people think.

They hear "grief counselor"

and assume it means
just one thing.

But you can talk to me
whether you're grieving

or angry

or confused.
[phone chiming]

Sorry, excuse me.

- In fact,
you might feel one thing

while your friend feels
another.

But here's the thing.

Hope is a very powerful
emotion,

and I would caution you
not to take it away

- from someone else.
- Yeah.

- Remember, my office
is always open.

If you're free now...

Sorry, thank you.

Actually--actually, no thanks.

I--I'm--I'm late for--

[tense music]

- Three, two, one.
[news jingle playing]

Action!

- Officially in the running
for homecoming queen,

my next guest needs
no introduction,

but my partner, Andy,
wrote one anyway.

Swim team captain,
varsity cheerleader,

honors student,
and now local hero,

Claire really does it all.

[laughs softly]

Oh, you mean that thing
at the pool?

I was just at the right place
at the right time.

- So Claire, what would being
homecoming queen mean to you?

Well, firstly,

I have to say being nominated
is such an honor.

So thank you, everyone.

But honestly,
the only homecoming

that matters this year
is Maddie's.

I mean, I--I'd give up my crown

in a second
if it brought Maddie back.

I keep thinking I wish
I could have seen something

or done something to help her,

like how I saved Ava.

Maddie didn't drown, Claire.

- No, I--I know.

- But you think
you could have saved her?

- No, I just--I--
- It's funny,

I haven't heard you say
two words to her

since I've been at this school,

but the second her face is on
more posters than yours,

- you think what?
- Nicole.

- You could--

[tense music]

* *

No, you're right, Nicole.

Maddie and I,
we used to be friends,

but I haven't talked to her
in a long time.

And now I just--
I can't believe she's gone.

I really hope she's OK.

* *

Then there's Mina.

And what happened to her?

- She was crushed
by a stage light in '87.

Hasn't left the theater since.

- Our very own Phantom
of Split River.

OK, who else?

- Uh, Yuri.
He hangs out

by the pottery wheel
all the time,

but he only speaks Russian.

- And of course,
there's the bus crash kids.

Tyler, Rachel, Jacqueline,

Jonah, Erin, Marci, Zach,
and Stephanie.

We need to talk.

Bus stop now.

[tense music]

* *

[chuckles nervously]

- Did he just--

she just--

Yeah.

They did.

- I thought about sneaking it
back into his room, but...

it's too risky.

If Mr. Anderson really did
what we think he did,

then it's over.

We don't want you to be next.

Simon, I think
that grief counselor was right.

I think it's time
for you to talk to someone,

like your parents
or the police.

- My mom's pretty
freaked out as is.

With you being gone,
that blood on the wall.

- The other day there was that--
- OK, Principal Hartman then.

And say what exactly?

That I broke
into Anderson's car?

That I stole his phone?
That you're a ghost,

and I can talk to you?

The second that gets out,
no one's gonna

believe anything I say,
Nicole included.

- We've gotta stick
with the things we can prove.

I mean, Anderson's got
money in his wall,

and he kept that piece
of my phone when he should've

turned it in.
Maybe it's enough.

What about his phone?

Uh, leave it for now.

I don't want you in any more
trouble than you already are.

And maybe if we're lucky,
we can find a way back in.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Don't worry about it.

Good luck.

Nice chat with your friend?

You know, I told you some
pretty personal shit yesterday.

You didn't think
to maybe mention

that you can talk
to the living?

- OK, not the living, just--
just Simon.

Oh, just Simon.

That's a big fucking
deal, Maddie.

I wanted to tell you.

I tried, but--

But what?

[tense music]

- Oh, my God, you knew.
- What the hell, Charley?

- Yes, but--
- Does Mr. Martin know?

No, no.

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

So what was your plan?

Find some way to use
Maddie's special ability

for yourself
and never tell the rest of us?

- I didn't have a plan.
- Like hell you didn't.

- OK, OK,
let's just everybody, Rhonda...

[breathes deeply]
Let's take a breather.

- How are you not pissed
right now?

- I'm p--I am pissed, Rhonda.

I'm just--I'm trying
to make sense of this all.

This is very new to me.

- I don't know how I feel--
- Trying not to lose it

- in front of your crush?
- OK, you don't have to be

mad at me, Rhonda.
I didn't do anything.

- Be mad at him.
- I am mad at you.

- Thanks for the help.
- OK, you said you wouldn't

- bring that up again.
- OK, well, she's gone.

So great. I hope you're happy.

- What, like that's my fault?
- I--I actually--

- You guys--
- I cannot. Are you--

- It's OK. It's OK.
- You knew?

- You guys--
- I'm sorry.

* *

Mina?

[creaking]

Mina?

You up there?

* *

Hello?

Mina?

You up here?

It's Maddie,

new dead girl.

OK, can you turn that off?

- What you've just told me
is very serious, Simon.

And I can tell
that it wasn't easy for you.

So what happens now?

Now I call the authorities,

relay everything
you've just told me,

and, uh, make sure
they look into all of it.

Sound good?

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- Did you take
the safety course?

Uh...

Let me guess.

Didn't get the part you wanted

and now you're up here
boo-hooing to me.

I'm not an actor.

I'm just looking for answers.

Have you seen my teacher,
Mr. Anderson?

He's six foot, scruffy beard,

wears a lot of Hawaiian shirts.

He might have come in here
for a Booster meeting

or to...hide a dead body.

- Look, I'm up here
day after day

so that what happened to me
doesn't happen to you.

All right?

And what do I get in return?

No flowers. No thank you.

Not even the common courtesy

of cleaning up
after yourselves.

So the next time you
or one of your needy

little castmates wants
something from me,

remember this.

I am the one keeping
everyone safe.

Me.

[radio crackling]

A3 is tightened.

Moving on to B6.

[radio chirps]

* *

- Lana, Hey.
Oh, I love that shirt.

Here.
Don't forget to vote next week.

- Vote for Claire.
- Vote for Claire.

Hey.

- Hey.
Ready?

Yeah.

Can we stop at my place
on the way?

I need to grab some cash.

Yeah.

- So do they wear costumes
to this thing?

- Some do.
Some just wear black.

You'll fit right in, actually.

Nicole. Um, hi.

I'm so glad we got
to talk earlier about Maddie.

Mm.

Here. In case you need it.

Oh, and...

[chuckles]

[mysterious music]

* *

Hi.

[gasps] Jeez.

Dawn.

You scared me.

Sorry.

- What are you--
what are you doing here?

- The kids leave
the most interesting

things behind in the theater--

phones, wallets, sweets.

Oh!

I missed one.

Mmm. Watermelon.

What are you doing in here?

- I just...came to find out
more about Mr. Anderson.

Have you seen anything?

- You mean like him
with a murder weapon

or your dead body?

- Yes.
- Nope.

Nothing like that,

though I am pretty
easily distracted.

Is it the bad acid?

Charley mentioned
something about that.

- Well, no,
I've never taken drugs.

I just meant
from all the new ways

you kids have had to connect.

[quirky percussive music]

In my days, someone had
to hand you a note in class.

Oh, how things have changed.

There's Myspace, Facebook,
Instagram, Twitter.

I'm still trying
to figure out TikTok,

but from what I can tell,
it's basically the new Vine.

What happened to Vine anyway?

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

I have to go talk
to the bus crash kids.

Oh. Good luck.

Those banjos are
a little bongo,

if you know what I mean.

You should let me come with.

I speak bongo.

[band playing "When the Saints
Go Marching In"]

- Charley said
their bus crashed

on their way back
from a competition.

- Yeah.
They won Regionals

but didn't get a chance
to compete at State.

They really thought
it was gonna be their year.

So now they just
keep practicing

over and over and over.

- You were late.
- Are you kidding?

- How many times have
we done this today?

- Too bad
the drum major survived.

He really kept
the band together.

- You were late.
- Are you kidding?

- You were early.
- You were late.

- Hi.
- You were early.

Hi.

I'm Maddie.
Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Um, I was just looking
for info on Mr. Anderson.

He teaches English,
is part of the Boosters,

which recently raised money
for the school band.

Do you play anything?

No. Um, I'm not a musician.

Then get out of the way.

Let's try this from the bridge.

Follow my lead.

[band playing "When the Saints
Go Marching In"]

* *

[tense music]

* *

- Please tell me
you haven't been

staring at him
since I left you.

I just don't get it.

Why can he only see her?

They share a bond

that pierces the boundary
between life and death?

Who the hell knows?

OK.

Simon Elroy?

Got a few questions to ask you.

Come with us, please.

What? Why?

[music builds]

Simon?

What did he do?

Si--please, wait.

Simon.

What's going on?
What's happening?

Wai--

damn it, he can't hear me.

Where are they taking him?

Simon.

If anything happens to him,
I will never forgive myself.

* *

I can't believe her.

Who's that?

Claire.

She says she doesn't care
about homecoming,

and then she cries--

literally cries on camera
about Maddie,

and then she goes full-on
Tracy Flick in the lobby.

It's like--that's weird, right?

I don't care that she
and Maddie were friends

in middle school or whatever.
That doesn't matter.

What matters is that
she's using Maddie

to win this stupid
popularity contest.

And it's like, who does that?

I cannot wait to see
the look on her face

when Maddie comes back
and tells Claire to fuck off.

Xavier?

What?

- Look, I'm glad you're
coming with me and all,

but if you're gonna
use Simon's ticket

and eat all my snacks,
the least you can do

is try to contribute
to the conversation.

The topic is Claire
and that she sucks.

I say something,
you say something.

- It's really not that hard.
- Yeah, I'm sorry,

I thought you had
both sides covered.

Right.
Well, it's Claire, so...

yeah, she definitely sucks.

- Yeah. She doesn't seem
to like you very much either.

What does that mean?

- That she looked
right through you

when we were on our way out.

I mean, I know
you're still town pariah,

but even so, that was cold.

- Claire's good
at icing people out.

Like you said,
you never would've thought

she was friends with Maddie.

- But she was friends
with Maddie.

So what are you saying?
She was something to you too?

Xavier?

Do you wanna walk to Horror Con
or do you wanna tell me

what the hell went down
between you and Claire?

- Did you even talk
to Mr. Anderson?

Did you look into his wall?

He's got thousands
of dollars in there,

money he thinks
Maddie knew about,

and that's why he killed her.

And--and I think he's working
with someone else too.

I heard him on the phone
talking to someone.

Maybe that's who destroyed
Maddie's phone.

I don't know.
Tha--that's your job.

That's what you're
supposed to look into.

- There's no money
in Mr. Anderson's wall.

There's this,

which Mr. Anderson willingly
handed over.

He said you gave it to him.

- You think it's a piece
of Maddie's phone.

- It is a piece
of Maddie's phone.

I found it in the auto shop,
and I gave it to Mr. Anderson.

Why Mr. Anderson?

- 'Cause at the time
we thought--

I thought--
I thought I could trust him.

- Who's "we"?
- No one.

Me.
I thought I could trust him.

Is there even anything
in that file?

What are you people
even doing here?

- You wanna look
at Maddie's file?

You can look at it.

We got a pretty good theory
if you wanna hear it.

Maddie wanted
to leave Split River,

and she really didn't
wanna be found,

so she made it look like there
had been some sort of attack.

But she needed someone's help,

a reliable best friend
to swap her phone,

plant some evidence,

maybe frame a teacher.

When in reality,
she simply ran away.

I shouldn't have told you.

- If Maddie knew what you did,
maybe that's why she ran away.

Hey, I screwed up.

I get that.
But I wanna find Maddie--

You cheated on her.

You're literally
the last person

I should have brought here
to bring Maddie back home.

- I'm--I'm sorry.

I--I didn't--

Stay in the fucking car.

[downbeat music]

* *

Sorry, have you seen
my friend, Maddie?

No?

Have you seen my friend?

She's like 5'8".

She's blonde.

No? Sorry.

* My death, it haunts him *

Hey, excuse me.

Um, have you seen my friend?

Her name's Maddie.

Excuse me, have you seen
my friend, Maddie?

She has blonde hair.

Uh, have you seen my friend?

Her name's Maddie.

OK, sorry.

- What the fuck?
- [laughs evilly]

Sorry.

* I will prevail *

* *

Maddie.

Maddie.

Sorry.

- * He doesn't like it
when I cry *

Maddie?

[gasps]

It's me. It's me. It's me.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Looking for Maddie.
I'm doing the rounds.

- Are you OK?
- I'm fine.

Are you sure?

'Cause you look
a little shook up.

- Just go back
to the car, Xavier.

Please, let me help you.

Haven't you done enough?

What, you want to scare her
a second time?

You were supposed
to take care of her.

You were supposed
to look after her.

And now she's not here, Xavier.

I don't know
if you've fucking noticed,

but she's not here.

She's nowhere. She's gone.

I know that.

You're right.

I failed her.

And if I could take back
what I did, I--

but I can't.

I have to live with that.

So if it makes you feel better
to hit me,

then please, swing away,

'cause I'm just--

I'm sorry.

[tense music]

* *

[footsteps approaching]

[soft dramatic music]

* *

Heard you were out here.

Rhonda and Wally told me
about Simon.

Said I should come find you.

- Let me guess.
They're still too pissed

to come find me themselves.

At me, maybe.

Not at you.

How are you feeling?

- My best friend
just got carted off

for helping me solve a murder
I can't even remember.

How do you think?

Powerless.

Shitty.

Alone.

You're not
the first person here

who's broken something
they can't fix.

We all have
unfinished business.

- Does your unfinished
business have a name?

Emilio.

Only, you know him
as Mr. Figueroa.

[rock music playing]

You're Charley?

Yeah.

- I'm Emilio,
the new exchange student.

I heard you had room
for one more.

- Oh, better watch out,
new kid.

- Oh, shit, Charley finally
found a butt buddy, you guys.

- Oh, somebody's
pitching a tent tonight.

[grunting]

[laughter]

You can sleep somewhere else.

I actually like
being alone, so.

- Hey, different countries,
same cabrones.

They used to say
the same shit about me.

They were right too.

[insects chirring]

[Dave Matthews Band's
"Crash into Me" playing softly]

* Oh, when you come crash *

- Wanna hear
something incredible?

Sure.

* And I come into you *

* *

* In a boy's dream *

* *

* In a boy's dream *

* *

You like it?

- Mm-hmm.

* *

- * If I've gone overboard,
then I'm begging you *

I fell fast after that.

To me, Emilio wasn't just
from another hemisphere.

He was--

he was from another world.

- * And you come
crash into me *

- Emilio was everything
I wasn't,

confident, magnetic.

He used to say I got
all the shit for being gay

and none of the joy.

He thought if I just came out,

you know, to everyone,

it'd be different.

And then...
one day my parents asked me,

in front of him,

why I never dated anyone.

And so, um,
he told them about us.

He outed you to your parents?

- Ah, he was convinced
they already knew.

Maybe they did.

All I know is that
I was furious.

Mm.

And I wrote him this mean,
terrible letter.

And I dropped
in his locker the next day

and then tried
to drown my feelings

in a plate of French fries.

The worst part was, um,

watching Emilio
find the letter.

I told him that
I never loved him

and I never wanted
to see him again.

Just my luck he became
a teacher here,

because, um, now all I do
is see him and just--

and just wish I could
take back those words.

I'm sorry, Charley.

Thanks.

Look, I swear
I'm not telling you this

to bum you out further.

OK?

I'm telling you this
because you need to know

that you are not alone.

We're all Split River Devils.

For better or worse,
we're in this together.

- Charley, why am I a Bandit
and not a Devil?

Well, after the bus crash,

people started getting
these ideas

that the Devil mascot
was partly to blame

instead of,
you know, black ice.

- Plus none
of the survivors wanted

to wear their uniforms anymore.

- So they changed the mascot
and became the Bandits?

Yeah.

Thank you, guys,

for everything.

I'll tell everyone
the truth tomorrow.

Mr. Martin, everyone.

Maybe don't.

Really?

I think he's right.

I think we should keep
this contained,

you know, for now.

OK.

So what do we do now?

- Now we have to find
some flowers.

- I've never seen her
on ground level before.

- I've never seen her
not scream at us before.

- I've actually never seen
"Waiting for Godot" before.

These smell stolen.

More like borrowed.

But you know, you deserve
some recognition too,

a thank you
for keeping us all safe.

Well, it's not about me.

It's about the work.

But I appreciate it.

- You know,
we're not that different.

I'm trying to prevent
what happened to me

from happening
to someone else too.

I found this
on the floor earlier.

Does this mean anything to you?

- Yeah.
Your Hawaiian shirt guy,

he's always banging
around here,

interrupting my work.

Sorry,

banging?

[soft dramatic music]

* *

[loud bang]

* *

[music builds]

* *

Uh...does this mean anything?

What is it?

- Did Mr. Anderson
even pay this?

We need Simon
to call this place.

- Mr. Anderson totally
played us.

I mean, they're convinced
I helped you run away.

- Seriously?
That's--

I know.

They only let me come back here

'cause I promised
I'd get Anderson's phone

and turn it in.

OK, well, before you do that,

I think I might have found
something that can help,

maybe keep the cops
off your back.

- Thank you all
for meeting on a Friday.

Simon? What are you doing?

Uh, we're in the middle of a--

- Faculty meeting, I know.
But I have something

you need to see.

This is one of our new
band uniforms,

the ones the Boosters all
raised money for last summer.

Mr. Anderson kindly offered
to order them himself.

Only problem is the uniforms
he purchased aren't new.

They were retired
and stowed away for decades.

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

So you didn't find these,

spruce 'em up,
and pay yourself that money?

What?

No. I a--I absolutely did not.

- Then how do you explain
this receipt?

The company doesn't even exist.

And as for our mascot,

Mr. Anderson used it
to cover up

all traces of the old one.

I can't prove he hurt Maddie,

but I can prove this.

* *

- I really thought
she would be here.

I know.

I think Simon might be right.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- What do you think's
gonna happen?

- He'll be questioned,
probably arrested.

But not for murder.

I swear to God, if I died over
some stupid band uniforms...

Maybe he'll confess.

- Or...you'll turn that phone
over to the cops

and we'll never know
who he was working with

or why he said
he gave me money.

I'll never know
what really happened to me.

At least for now some
of the heat will be off you.

What are you doing?

I was thinking...

I can't hug you,

but my sweater can.

Next best thing.

- You ever think we'd be in
our own real life horror movie?

Eh, it could be worse.

Really? How?

- You could've turned into
a zombie instead of a ghost.

Or a blob.

- [laughs]
You would make a great blob.

Thank you.

You should go.

Get Anderson's phone.
Get some sleep.

Good night, Maddie.

Good night.

[movie music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

Hey.

Wasn't sure you'd make it.

Wally finally let me decide.

I know it's a little
on the nose,

but can't go wrong with Swayze.

What's this?

- Write what you wanna
say to Emilio.

I'll make sure he gets it.

- You--you don't have to.

I want to.

- Oh, my God.
[sniffles]

This is so much better
than "Rudy."

[groans]

Rhonda.

You usually boycott
movie night.

Everything all right?

I've been here for 60 years,

60 graduations.

I've watched class after class
hug and cry

and throw their stupid little
cardboard caps in the air

and go.

I made my peace with it
because nothing changes.

But now...

I know I'm not always a joiner,

but I gotta get out of here.

I'm willing to try anything.

So whatever you did
to help Janet,

I want in.

I'm glad to hear it.

Psst, wanna take a selfie?

[phone clicks]

Where'd you get that phone?

- Some pimply freshman left it
in the theater last period.

Told you it's a gold mine.

Was it unlocked or...

I used her passcode.

- How did you know
her passcode?

I know everyone's passcodes.

How else would I keep up
with my socials?

- Wait, what do you mean
everyone's?

[giggles]

- Dawn, what do you mean
everyone's?

[suspenseful music]

[panting]

* *

Simon!

Simon!

Simon!

Simon!

495273.

Check his call log.

We need to know
who Anderson called that night.

- I can't wear this
to homecoming.

- [phone chimes]
- Whoa, you guys.

Mr. Anderson might
get arrested.

What for?

- Does this have to do
with Maddie?

[phone chimes]

[huffs] Oh, my God.

[indistinct chatter]

[phone ringing]

[line trilling]

[voicemail tone beeps]

You've reached Claire.

Do me a fave
and just text me, OK?

[voicemail tone beeps]

* *

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