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[pop music]

[school bell rings]

WOMAN: This is so embarrassing for her.

[indistinct chatter]

WOMAN: Why is it just scrambled?

WOMAN: What?

- Man, I’d like to tie that up.

MAN: Oh, my God, is she naked in this one?

WOMAN: What is she doing?

Wait, wait, wait, no, no, no.

What happened? Did I break it?

- No, it’s just the way that the app is.

It scrambles, and then it unscrambles,

and it’s gone.

- Do you think everyone saw them?

- Probably.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- There she is.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

WOMAN: It’s so embarrassing.

WOMAN: Bitch.

[boy wolf-whistles]

WOMAN: Slut.

♪ ♪

[somber rock music]

♪ ♪

SOPHIE ROSE: ♪ One more footstep through the silence ♪

♪ Then let the sky fall ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Rumors keep spreading like sickness ♪

♪ And they’ll kill us all ♪

♪ ’Cause when I walk in ♪

♪ The heads turn ♪

♪ Just like they’re watching a fire burn ♪

♪ I’m all that they see ♪

♪ I’m all that they dream to be ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I got your attention now ♪

♪ I got people talking ♪

♪ Running their mouths ♪

♪ I got your attention now ♪

♪ Whispers in the air ♪

♪ They’re calling me out, like ♪

♪ Give me your attention ♪

♪ I want your attention ♪

♪ I know it’ll take me down ♪

[somber music]

ANNA: Do you want to talk about the pictures?

- They’re just pictures.

It’s not a big deal.

- What were they for?

- Can’t they just be for me?

- Oh, yes, of course.

It’s just, um...

There’s nothing wrong with that.

[sighs]

You have to talk to me. That’s why I’m here.

- I don’t have to do anything.

- But if you talk to me, I can--

I can help you.

- Why would you help me?

- Because I’m your guidance counselor.

It’s my job to guide.

MIRIAM: Really?

Because to me, it seems like your job

is class schedules and college prep.

And this particular event--

it’s kind of none of your business.

- No, it’s actually exactly my business.

I need to find out where those pictures came from.

- Why? ’Cause you’re scared it makes you look bad?

- You know, when I was your age...

Yes, I-I said that.

You know, we had to wait

to get our pictures developed.

And there was the creepy dude at the drugstore

who would, you know, look through all your pictures,

and we knew that, so, um...

It’s just, you know-- It’s different.

And that’s all I’m saying.

You know, the outcome of these events--

- I’m not gonna off myself

with a vacuum cleaner cord or whatever,

if that’s what you’re thinking.

- Maybe you think you can ignore this

and it’ll go away, and maybe it will,

but I just want to make sure that you’re okay.

- I’m fine.

It’s whatever.

- It’s "whatever"?

- Yeah, I barely go here.

I’m at the studio half the time.

It’ll all blow over, like, tomorrow.

Miley Cyrus will do something weird with a tiger,

and no one will care anymore.

Therefore, it’s whatever.

ANNA: Miriam, listen to me.

This is not "whatever."

And I get the sense that you are

a lot smarter and more articulate

than you pretend to be.

♪ ♪

- Can I ask you a personal question?

- Sure.

- Were you very fat in high school?

- Uh, okay, I wouldn’t use the word "fat," per se.

- You’re just like my stepmom--

jealous, accusatory.

[school bell rings]

- Miriam. - I got to get to class.

- Sit down. I can write you a note.

- Oh, so you prefer I stay here

and miss my bio quiz?

Because Mr. Parm doesn’t do retakes,

and that’ll count against my final grade...

which could keep me from graduating early

and getting the hell out of here.

- Well, I didn’t say-- - You’re right.

I should just sit here with you instead

and let you pry into my personal life.

That doesn’t sound like wise guidance,

now, does it?

I don’t care about this, and neither should you.

- Can you think of anyone who might’ve--

- Okay, I’m done here.

- You go to class, and, um, if you need any--

♪ ♪

- How is she?

- Oh, on a scale from one to apathetic, uh, ten.

- Did you find out who put the pictures up?

- I’m working on it.

- So she wouldn’t tell you.

I just need you to make sure this doesn’t escalate.

Do you know who Miriam Worth’s father is?

- Mr. Worth?

- Exactly.

He’s our biggest donor.

He’s got pull with the mayor,

with the school board.

- I didn’t realize that.

- Anna, uh, I know that you’re fairly new here,

but this is why I hired you.

You can connect with them.

Just stay ahead of this, please.

- Of course.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

[sighs]

SOPHIE ROSE: ♪ Speculation in the air ♪

♪ Sudden silence ♪

♪ Wicked stares ♪

♪ Every minute everywhere ♪

- Hey, Miriam.

I loved your pictures.

They were, like, post-apocalyptic.

SOPHIE ROSE: ♪ Can’t hide from it ♪

- God.

Slut.

- [scoffs] Yeah.

ANNA: I heard you guys really gave West hell last week, right?

You hand out any good body checks?

[chuckles awkwardly] So, Chip...

I know that, uh, it’s just your junior year,

but are you looking for a football scholarship?

- Is that why I’m here--

to talk about scholarships?

- No, actually, um,

I just had a quick question.

You probably saw the pictures of Miriam.

I’m just going around and trying to, you know,

figure out what’s going on

and make sure that everything’s cool.

- I saw them, but I don’t know where they came from.

And I don’t feel like wasting your time or mine.

So can--

- Any information would be really helpful.

- I don’t know anything about it.

I already said that.

- You’re a popular guy around these parts, right?

I mean, um...

I know how that goes. [chuckles awkwardly]

I was in high school once. I actually went here.

Not that I was cool or anything,

’cause I wasn’t,

but if memory serves me,

I seem to recall that, you know,

the kids on top always knew everything.

- We don’t. Nobody knows everything.

We’re all just, like...

ice-skating on top of ourselves, you know,

on top of the truth.

- Wow. That was shockingly beautiful.

♪ ♪

- What kind of training do you have to get for this job?

- Well, I have my BA,

and I’m looking to get my masters.

- My parents are doctors. - Oh.

- They’re therapists--

the kind that ask you if you’re okay.

You know, "Are you okay?

"Are you okay?

"Are you okay?

Are you okay?"

So much so that you wonder if you actually are,

because why do they keep freaking asking, you know?

♪ ♪

- You can say anything you want in here.

- [scoffs]

I know what you’re trying to do.

I’ve had a shrink since I was five.

- [sighs]

Do you know Miriam?

[soft pop music]

STACY CLARK: ♪ I will only break your heart ♪

♪ Let you down ♪

♪ Give you false hope ♪

♪ When you’re reaching out ♪

♪ I will watch you fall ♪

♪ Till you hit, hit, hit ♪

♪ Your all-time low ♪

♪ Low ♪

♪ If you knew what was good for you ♪

♪ You’d stay away from me ♪

CHIP: She’s unknowable.

STACY CLARK: ♪ What was good for you... ♪

ANNA: How do you mean?

STACY CLARK: ♪ And leave ♪

CHIP: You can’t get to her.

♪ ♪

- You give her a ride home sometimes, don’t you?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Sorry. You had an eyelash.

- Uh, thank you.

Um... - I got to get to practice.

Are we good?

- Yeah, yep, good. Okay. - Cool.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- In talking about permanence

and the effect our water and crude-oil consumption has

on the Earth, people, permanence--

- I’m so sorry to interrupt.

I was wondering if I could borrow Bridget for a minute.

- Of course.

- Bridget.

- Oh.

[indistinct whispering]

- So, as I was saying, it’s...

[backpack thuds]

- Let’s put this candy away.

- Why did you do that?

- I stress eat, you know?

- No, I don’t know.

- Oh.

No, I-I didn’t mean that you, um--

I just meant I used to be like you.

- Like me how?

- I get your headspace, you know, um--

- I don’t have a problem...

with how I am.

- Right.

So thank you for taking the time out of class.

I see, um, you have a pretty intense course load--

- Yeah, ’cause the last guidance counselor

made me sign up for, like, 900 classes,

because I apparently had too much time on my hands.

- I mean, it seems like last semester

you were having issues making it to class.

- And so now I have more of them.

- Classes or issues? [chuckles]

- Both.

- So, um, how do you like art?

BRIDGET: How do I like art? It’s art.

- No, the-- You have a class.

- Um...

it’s fine.

The other day, the teacher asked us

to draw what we think the back of our eyes look like

because that apparently represents your soul.

- Huh.

BRIDGET: But all I see back there is black,

so...

- Okay, so, um, I just wanted to check in, because--

- About the pictures of Miriam?

Everybody knows you’re pulling in kids from class

and interrogating them like it’s frickin’ Guantanamo.

ANNA: Yes, I’m trying to suss out who’s behind the pictures

for Miriam’s privacy.

- Well, I mean, she can do what she wants.

It’s her body.

- No, I don’t think Miriam posted the photos herself.

- Well, then I guess

that is a completely different story,

now, isn’t it?

I don’t know. I try to stay out of all the drama, so...

ANNA: You see, the problem is,

it’s not just about the pictures.

You know, this is-- this is bullying.

- I don’t think Miriam would recognize bullying

if it bit her in her Gucci backpack.

- Agree to disagree, then.

- She’s not gonna off herself and leave her blood

on your watch, if that’s what you’re worried about.

She would never do that.

She could never no longer be.

Are we done? - Almost.

Um...

this is you, right?

That’s you and Miriam?

- Middle school, yeah.

We danced together.

I don’t know. We don’t really talk anymore.

- Did something happen?

- I grew out of it.

Maybe this is good for Miriam...

to have a little fall from grace.

People should be even.

- [sighs] Do you know anything

about who might’ve posted the pictures?

- If I tell you something, you have to do something for me.

- Well, that depends.

- I want permission to start a feminist group

at this school, and I’ve already talked

to Principal Walsh about it, but she completely shut it down,

said I was too angry,

which is what society considers a passionate woman.

But you could, uh--

you could talk to her for me?

- Yeah, I can try.

[dramatic music]

- She was dating somebody new.

And she didn’t want anybody to know,

but I could tell because something had, like...

Shifted in her face.

- How do you mean?

- Miriam never smiles.

But one day at lunch a couple of weeks ago,

I saw her do it.

And she’s, like, always dated a bunch of dudes,

and they’re, like, usually older.

But none of them ever make her smile,

not like that.

This was somebody new.

- So...

they could’ve posted the pictures in the app.

- I don’t know.

But, I mean, you should ask that weird kid, Roger.

- Roger? I don’t--

- Yeah, he’s, like, always hunched over

and kind of brilliant, Asperger-y,

always wears a serial-killer hoodie.

Roger.

He definitely made that app.

- He made the app?

- Mm-hmm.

[lively music]

♪ ♪

- Uh, Jim.

Hey. - Hi.

- You have Miriam Worth in one of your histories, right?

- Yep.

- There’s a situation with her

and some evocative pictures going around.

- Oh, right.

Yeah, I heard some of the kids talking about that,

that they were weird and gross and cool and hot.

- Yeah, that’s pretty much as far as I’ve gotten too.

- I will let you know if I clock anything.

- Great.

Oh, um, and everything else?

How’s things? Good? - Okay, I guess.

You know, new kids, it can be a lot, you know?

They make me feel like the biggest loser ever.

- I hear that.

Also, I had a really nice time talking to you,

you know, last weekend at Joanne’s.

And I’m working on this new thing

called, you know, bravery.

It’s an important quality to have when dealing with teenagers

and people in general.

So, uh...

I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner sometime?

- Uh...

I’m not trying to--

- Oh, yeah.

- No, no, I didn’t mean to--

- I didn’t even. I was--

- I thought we were supposed to meet.

Is this the right room? - Yes.

Roger, hi.

- I should get back.

- Right. - See you.

- Sorry about that.

- You moved the furniture around.

Mr. Gaither had a different couch.

- Wanted to put my own spin on things.

- Can we get started?

I only have 43 minutes,

and I still have to eat my lunch.

- Actually, can you sit down?

- Just for clarification,

I’m not sure what my parents have told you,

but it’s probably not true.

- Well, I am aware of your challenges,

and I just wanted to--

- I cope with my reality. I maintain.

I write code. I can code.

I focus. I have every intention of applying to college.

- But if we can just slow down--

- I code on my own time.

I can write an app on a lunch break.

- You make apps, right.

- Most recently, I’m developing one

that assists with socializing.

- That’s fun.

- I have private funding, it’s not just fun.

- What other kind of apps do you make?

- A lot of picture apps. People will pay anything

to make something weird happen to their pictures.

- Do you know about this, um...

"scramble, disappear" app that everyone’s using?

- Morph-Pic?

I made that.

ANNA: You did?

- Yeah, it’s still in beta, though.

I plan on getting into a program early action,

but I haven’t decided which program yet.

You can help me arrange those visits

if you insist on helping me in some way.

- I can definitely hook that up.

So have you seen the pictures of Miriam Worth?

They’re from a nameless, traceless account

that uses your app.

- A lot of people use my app.

- Oh.

How many people would you say are using it?

- 6,357 as of lunch.

- Wow.

That--that’s a lot.

Do you know exactly who or...?

- I don’t have access to that data.

- Is there any way to find out?

- I said I don’t have access to that data.

- Okay, then.

- Are we finished?

- Yeah. No, you go ahead and have your lunch.

- It’s unfortunate...

the nature of the photographs.

- It is.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

It’s going really well.

Everything is going really well.

I mean...

not that I need a boy to--

Uh, Jim.

His name is Jim.

Not that I need Jim to validate--

I mean, I have a career. It’s not, um--

Uh, Mom, I have to go.

Uh, sorry. Duty calls.

Hi. Come in.

- Hey, sorry. Is this a bad time?

- Of course not.

Mi office es su office.

- They canceled "Macbeth" rehearsal

’cause Ms. Moriarty had to go to the gyno or something,

so I thought I’d stop by.

- That’s what I’m here for.

- I heard-- Well, no one told me.

No one talks to me, but I heard that you were talking

to some people this week about the pictures of Miriam.

- Yes. Yes, I have been.

- Miriam’s my cousin.

- I didn’t know that.

- Yeah, we’re not really that close, so...

But I’m worried about her.

- You’re a good cousin.

Fortunately, not many people saw the pictures,

and now they’re gone, so...

- Well, they’re not...

gone.

I took some screenshots for evidence.

- What is happening?

- I could email it to you if you want.

- Could you?

That would be great. - I’m lucky I saw them at all.

Nobody lets me follow them.

I mean, I tried with a fake name and everything,

but I’m pretty much social suicide around here.

- I’m sure that’s not true.

- No, it is.

I’m that weird God kid.

Read your Bible at lunch once freshman year

and say good-bye to everything.

- Let me tell you something that I wish someone had told me

when I was a sophomore.

The older you get,

the better it is to be weird.

- Really?

- Yeah.

In fact, the word shifts.

It’s not even "weird" anymore. It’s "unique," "specific."

It’s character.

- That’s really nice to know.

Okay, well...

I guess I’ll leave you to it.

But...

I mean, I don’t want to, like, spread rumors or anything,

but I’ve seen Chip Greer come and go from her house a lot.

- Chip at Miriam’s house?

- Yeah, sometimes when my dad’s out of town,

I stay over there ’cause my mom works late.

- So, uh, Chip?

LINZ: Yeah, like, really late at night,

he does this thing where he honks his horn really fast...

[horn honks]

Like, a little beep, just once.

And then she comes out...

Gets in his car...

and they drive off.

- Wow.

Uh, thank you. I appreciate you telling me that.

Good news is, the app deletes the pictures,

and the worst is over now.

- "Fair is foul, and foul is fair."

- Right.

- The witches-- "Macbeth."

- Yes, right. [chuckles]

- Well, thank you. I’ll see you later.

- Bye.

[cell phone chimes, vibrates]

MAN: ♪ Pick me up ♪

Oh, no.

MAN: ♪ I need to love ♪

♪ Deserve, deserve ♪

- Oh, no...

MAN: ♪ Save me from myself ♪

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[girls laughing]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]