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Say goodbye to your sister. What, Mom?

Yeah, Alexa.

Say goodbye to your sister.

I know who you are.

You're Liv's sister.

You know, I always heard that the maid's kid was smart.

Ex -maid.

Right. I was at boarding school, so I missed the whole thing.

When exactly did Alexa Steele become Lex Hogan? When I took my mother's maiden

name.

Wow.

I know, it's a lot. So you came to Woodlawn to look into Liv's suicide?

Her murder.

The cops said that it was a suicide.

Wait, suddenly you of all people have faith in the cops?

I knew my sister.

If she went off a roof, it's because she was pushed.

How can you be so sure? Because I am.

So look, you're going to keep quiet about who I am.

Is that a threat? Yeah.

You keep quiet, or I tell your benefit concert committee about your mother's

real citizenship status, not the fake one that you're advertising for DACA

I've been keeping tabs since I got here.

Just in case you would find out what you did.

So, um, so good job.

So are we all clear?

All clear.

And for the record, the situation with my mom is really complicated. It's not

just what you...

What do you

think? Should we go to the Live Memorial thing on Friday?

Can you believe it's been a year?

Feels like longer.

Hi, sorry to bother you, but speaking of Liv, I'd love to get your thoughts on

her death.

Sorry, we're on our way to class.

I'm talking to Taylor Price, Liv's ex -boyfriend. What was her demeanor like

the days prior to her death? Was there any indication she was going to jump?

seemed fine.

Any chance that she was pushed?

Are you serious?

Who even are you?

I'm Lex Hogan. I'm doing a story on Liv Steele's death.

Yeah, I don't know what you want me to say about that.

Excuse me, Mr. Price, is there a problem here?

Yeah, Dean Waldron, she keeps asking me all these questions about Liv Steele

being pushed.

Blue steel suicide was a tragic loss for our community, but that's what it was,

a suicide.

Any indication otherwise would be considered grossly irresponsible and

punishable by Woodlawn.

It's important that we remain sensitive during this time.

So sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

Gentlemen.

You're out late. Were you on a date?

Uh, no.

Do you need to process your feelings? I'm down to go deep, but I have to

I've already finished processing my feelings.

Let's just be normal, quiet, and weird, okay?

Hi, Val.

Uh, can I borrow you for a second?

Absolutely.

Could you tell?

No one.

Look, I want you to be right.

I thought I pushed Liv to suicide.

Why do you think I've had insomnia for a year?

If you're right, then... What?

Then it absolves me.

Doesn't it make sense that whoever sent that text was Liv's killer?

What if we figured out who it is?

Okay, so here are my suspects.

Wow.

There's Mike Costa, who... It's not him.

But he had Who Killed Liv Steele on his chest last year. I know.

I wrote that.

He's got problems with consent, but he's not a murderer.

Okay, well, next is Evan Watson.

He was a source for Oxy.

Yeah, it's not him either.

Well, how do you know that?

Look, I went down a whole road with this last year.

Evan's actually a really good guy.

Do you know about the Aminta Shaw connection?

What, the girl that Liv catfished?

There was a little sting operation last year where they thought that I'd killed

Liv because she bullied Aminta.

Wait, who thought that?

Sorry to bother you while you're working.

No worries. So, regarding the Val -Aminta operation last year... That was

total dead end.

Right, but did you know Aminta personally?

Not personally.

I just knew what we found out about her and Liv.

Which was?

Short version is that Liv bullied her and she jumped off a roof.

Like Liv supposedly did.

Supposedly?

Yeah, right.

Look, we done here?

Almost.

Did you ever visit Camp Chewamagan?

No, I've never been to Camp Chewamagan, and the only thing that I know about

Amenta Shaw is what Chris and Carla told me last year.

Oh, um, I have another class. Is there any way that we can finish this later,

is there anything else? No, yeah, that's it.

Thanks. All right, I'll see you later.

I hear classes are optional for anyone who wants to attend a memorial.

I mean, Liv was only here a month, but I'm betting a lot of people will go.

I guess it's nice, but kind of weird. I don't really remember her that well.

So over the Liv memorial madness?

Yeah, it's everywhere.

College shouldn't be about crying over someone we knew for three weeks 12

ago. It should be about discussing Dante and fucking.

You used to know that.

You discussed Dante?

I still know that.

Really? When was the last time you got laid?

Gentlemen doesn't kiss and tell.

I'm not a gentleman. You're a pathological liar.

Either way, man, I'm not going to that memorial.

I said my goodbyes to Liv a year ago, and her death hasn't been awesome for

You mean Red Club opening?

It'll be with your tongue.

Bring money.

Preferably, bills.

Yes, we're going.

Uh, it's been really much viewed anymore.

Yeah, I don't know if it's a good idea.

Yeah, nobody asked you, dude.

Hey!

We're in.

I'm so jealous that you're going to St. Lucia.

Are you excited?

Two weeks with mom, dad, and their expectations?

Yeah, I couldn't be more amped.

I can feel the pure joy oozing out of your voice.

Go soak up some sun. You'll be back at boarding school soon enough.

Great. More opportunity to say, oh, that's me and my family, followed by the

inevitable confused stares.

Can I give you some advice?

How would I ever survive without your advice?

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about what kind of person I want to be.

And there's this one wellness website that says, put out the energy you want

it'll happen.

So maybe you might want to try that too.

Not like fake it till you make it. Yes, exactly.

Just like you.

Hi, I'm Olivia.

Sorry, Liv.

And I'm going to college to reinvent myself into whoever I want to be. And if

you sass me, you can go fuck the fuck off.

You don't have to be like this.

Like what?

Mean.

At least I didn't catfish a girl into killing herself.

You know what, Alexa?

I'll see you at Thanksgiving.

Sorry I scared you.

No worries. How are you? How are you taking the breakup?

Oh, I'm fantastic.

So many lesbians on this campus. God, boobs everywhere.

God bless the experimentations of youth.

Yeah.

Way to college.

Thanks. I'll see you later.

Check out this llama meme.

Wait, is it a sheep or a llama?

I don't know. I think that's what makes it funny.

You're unexpected.

What'd you expect?

No personality having.

Former jock.

Used to getting any girl he wants.

I knew you didn't like the jocks.

Okay, guilty.

I like the library.

Well, I'll have you know that I'm full of depth and dimensionality.

You know, the first thing that we learn in podcasting school, show, don't tell.

Well, last year at the gender bender, I sort of kissed Chris.

Okay,

I'm officially intrigued.

He was dressed as a girl and sort of a guy he wasn't, even though I knew he was

a guy, even though he wasn't born with a...

Point is, after a lot of reflection, I'm straight as fuck.

And I also realize now I should probably not be having this conversation with

the hot new girl.

Did I freak you out?

No, I didn't. I gotta go.

Look,

I'm supposed to have some bro time later, and I wouldn't.

Love an excuse not to be there. No, um, enjoy your friends.

Hey,

welcome to Humi Rec Club.

Consider me intrigued.

Man, that's your critical activities, man.

And yo, we even got a faculty advisor.

You're a genius.

Did you know that almost all stripper names are either a city, a time of the

year, or one of the 64 least common colors? Fascinating. Listen, you're

it wet tonight.

These women are like paid to be here.

It's a general atmosphere of sexy. Have faith, man. You're the best wingman in

the game. Where you go, I go.

This does not look like a club meeting to me. And she does not look like a

Woodlawn student. Okay, everyone, out of here.

And you, put on some clothes.

Dean Waldron, may I ask why you're shutting down this extracurricular

You're seeing the strippers strutting around the room.

I merely see dancers willingly sharing their recreation expertise.

It's against school policy.

This club was dutifully registered, classroom reserved, the protocol

Unless your aim is to suppress a space for avant -garde expression among legal

adults, I respectfully request you reconsider your position.

Turn down the volume of the music.

Of course.

Nicely done, man.

Thanks.

This is weird. I have poli -sci in here.

Okay, you're shaking.

I'm going to walk you back to the dorm and I am not taking no for an answer.

You're feeling this, aren't you?

Wait, you're from the Activated movies.

I love that franchise. I'm such a nerd.

Nerd alert.

You're so cute in person.

He gets that a lot.

Well, I'm off now.

Do you want to go hang out?

We're gonna go hang out.

I thought I was gonna die.

That's so scary.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Grooves seem a lot higher when you're being held off of one.

Yeah, I mean...

I have nightmares about that kind of stuff.

Why, have you ever fallen off a roof?

No, but my best friend did.

You know Liv?

Liv Deal?

Right.

Yeah, um...

She jumped to her death last year.

Aren't you investigating that?

Of course.

Oh, God, I'm just telling you. Yeah, I mean, with the night you've had, I'd be

mess, too.

You know, there's a memorial for Live Tomorrow.

I'm speaking if you want to come.

I wouldn't miss it.

Women's inner lives are freaking me out.

I want them to have agency, but I also want to lick the sweat off of that one's

abs.

And I think about their childhood, like what nicknames their grandpa called

them.

Muffin.

Sweet Peach.

My head's not in the game.

How come?

Just a girl.

I think I blew it.

Good times?

What? What's your problem?

You left me to go fuck chartreuse.

I didn't want to come to this stupid thing in the first place. Whatever, it's

better than mooting over Val, who A, isn't into you anymore, and B, seems to

a lesbian.

Only sometimes.

I just did this so you could have fun. I thought this was live memorial counter

-programming. Not working anyway.

Nothing seems to be working.

Something's off.

Yeah.

Mm -hmm.

Maybe we should go to the memorial.

We're sitting here trying to distract ourselves, but maybe avoiding our shit

not making us happier.

It's just making us assholes.

I guess we could give Liv another hour.

She doesn't have any left, and we've got a lot.

I assume you heard what happened. Do you know who did it?

Lex, the safety of our students is our top priority.

We need to provide order in a world of chaos. No leads yet.

And it is because of those priorities that we recommend you take a break from

Woodlawn for your own well -being.

So I'm being punished for nearly getting killed on your campus?

Consider it a mental health break. A chance to reflect.

What's the problem?

Did I ask you? a washed -up movie star a couple of questions that I want to find

out what really happened to Liv? Will you calm down? No. Whatever you're

to cover up, I'm going to figure it out. That's enough. Not even close.

My life was threatened, and you're victim -blaming. Miss Steele, I said

enough.

We have been discreet about your familial history out of respect for your

sister, and it is out of that same respect that we will allow you to attend

memorial today.

But then I want you out of here, and I'd advise you not to return.

Is it all over campus?

Triumphant debut of Alexis Steele?

Yeah.

Everyone knows.

So that's it.

Seems like you got pretty close.

Not close enough.

Lex, I just wanted to say... Thanks, Val.

I'll see you at the memorial, then.

Maybe.

It's been one year since we lost Liv Steele.

Liv was a lot of things.

She was funny and smart and a great friend, a

giant flirt, and unbeknownst to those of us who knew her best, tragically

troubled.

That was a fucked up thing to say.

Insert apology here.

No, it wasn't just the comment. It's you, it's me, the way we are, the way

not.

What aren't we?

Close.

I know it's been really hard for you.

And I don't make it easier.

I know I take up a lot of air in the room.

But you know what I'm excited about?

Not seeing you at Thanksgiving or Christmas, but seeing you in 30 years.

Great.

2047? I'll mark my calendar.

No, I mean I'll see you this Thanksgiving and Christmas, but...

In 30 years, we'll actually be close.

This bullshit will be so far in the past.

By then, we'll have worked through all of this crap.

By then, we'll be real sisters.

Maybe.

Maybe we don't even have to wait that long.

Who knows? You might even come to Woodlawn next year.

Well, enjoy St. Lucia.

Liv was my best friend and my roommate, and I wish I could have saved her.

But she covered up her pain with her infectious confidence and her great

And that's the Liv I choose to read.

Um,

um, hi. Hi.

As you all may know, my name is Alexa Steele.

Liv Steele was my big sister.

What seems to be completely lost on you guys is that Liv didn't jump. She was

murdered. And I'm going to figure out exactly which one of you motherfuckers

it.