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WALSH: Okay.

So how many more pictures

are there?

- I-I don’t know.

There’s probably another ten

or so that were sent around.

- Ten or so?

To who?

- Um...

give or take

the entire student body.

- Who did this?

- I don’t know.

- Oh, God. I’ve got to send

an email out to the teachers.

We need a formal announcement

that these pictures

are not to be text messaged

to anyone.

- You can just say "text."

They use it as a verb now.

- Yes.

I know.

- Good news: we have

the picture now.

It’s a...screenshot.

- Why does it matter since,

apparently,

there are now a hundred more?

- Well, it’s evidence.

- I don’t mind you.

I really don’t.

- Thank you?

- I didn’t mind you when

you were my student either.

- Oh, that was

quite a long time ago.

- Was it?

You are a hardworking person,

and you are

occasionally charming.

But I’m gonna need you

to get these students

to start talking to you...

truthfully.

- Truth.

I got it.

- You need to contain this

for the sake of the school,

for the sake of your job.

Now do we understand

each other?

- Yep.

- Mm-hm.

- Yes.

- Keep me posted.

- Thank you.

["Attention" by Sophie Rose]

♪ ♪

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 ♪

- I’ve got an email off

to some of the administrators

to see who has access

to the cell phone numbers

of the student body and--

and the teacher body.

- Oh, you really must have

thought

long and hard about that.

- This situation has officially

escalated, Miriam.

There are provocative pictures

of you

on every gadget

in this building.

I’m just trying to help you

here, okay?

- Maybe it will

just all blow over.

I’m gone all next week

for my Juilliard audition,

anyway.

ANNA: Let’s hope it does.

But either way,

whoever is doing this

is going to have to face

the consequences.

We have to find the source.

- How are you gonna do that?

- Did you know

there were more pictures?

- I don’t--when someone’s

taking a picture of you,

do you count how many?

Do you know how it feels

to have everyone

watching you all the time?

Like you’re frickin’ Netflix?

- Not really.

- It was just, uh, private.

- What does--what does your dad

think about...

what has transpired?

- He’s gone for work,

and I’m not gonna tell him.

ANNA: And your mom?

- She’s dead.

- I am so sorry.

Could we talk about Chip?

MIRIAM: What about him?

- Anything you want to say?

- There’s nothing to say.

I don’t date high school guys.

Can’t trust them.

They’re like...mercury.

They can bond easily

with other things,

but they’re poison.

- Can you think of anyone who--

who might have done this?

I-I need you

to really think.

What about Roger?

- What about him?

- Well, he’s the one

who made the app.

Do you know him?

- Yeah, kind of.

He used to tutor me

sophomore year.

But then it got weird.

- Weird how?

- Just weird.

[bell rings]

Got to get to class.

Let me know

if you find anything.

- [sighs]

Hey, Jackie.

Yep.

Still cleansing?

Oh, that’s gross.

Hey, was Chip in class today?

Chip Greer?

Yeah.

Okay, weird.

Thanks.

Happy no eating at all!

Bye-bye.

Whoa there.

- Hey.

How goes the investigation?

- It goes.

Um, I have some leads.

- Wow, look,

you even know the terms.

- Have you seen Chip?

- The hot dude?

Uh, the attractive, junior year,

sports-type student?

- Yeah.

- Nope.

- Okay.

- Oh, hey.

Sorry I was so weird

last week.

- Oh, no, it--

it was me.

- I’m just getting out

of a relationship, so...

still dealing with that.

- Sorry.

- While I’m being completely

honest and unprofessional...

I think you’re cute.

- You know what you need?

- Good smack in the face?

- Happy Hour.

- Right on.

- 5:00, Flannigan’s?

- Sounds great.

- Great.

- How could you let people

see those pictures?

- I thought we had

something special.

MIRIAM: I don’t believe you.

- Don’t--plea--Miriam!

- Don’t talk to me.

- Hey.

What’s going on?

- Nothing.

Miriam just had a question

about a test.

- You know we had

an appointment, right?

Care to join me

in my office?

So what’s going on

between you two?

- Nothing.

- I know that’s not true.

- It wasn’t like a-a thing.

- So you two were...

- Is that so hard to believe?

I mean, she’s a person.

You know, she’s not a hologram.

People treat her

like she’s a freakin’

snow leopard or something.

I don’t think I’m invincible.

- I didn’t say you did.

- Well, my parents do.

You know, they build me up,

like, "You’re the greatest.

You can do it all.

It’s all for you, buddy."

And then they turn around

and they decide

that I’m arrogant.

- How do you see yourself?

- Could you not do that?

The "rephrase patient’s

statement" thing

into a question,

leading to deep truth,

"blah, blah, blah," thing.

Could you not do that?

- What’s your deep truth?

Kidding.

- Talking about my feelings

doesn’t stop me

from having them.

I say how I feel and then it

just kind of hangs out there.

And I wonder if I’m crazy.

Not--not that I am.

You know what I mean.

- Yeah, I do.

Did you take the pictures?

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- I didn’t give them

to anyone.

I didn’t send them around.

- But you took them.

- She’s the only person

I’ve never lied to.

- Can you think of anyone

who could’ve had access

to your phone?

- Seriously?

I was kind of in a moment there

and you just ruined it.

- Sorry.

- That’s funny.

You know, I thought

my guidance counselor

was supposed to help me.

You know what, man,

screw this, all right?

I don’t have to tell you

anything.

[bell rings]

BRIDGET: Boom.

- Um...what’s this?

- I choose you.

Teacher advisor for the

Female Endeavor Movement.

FEM.

It’s a working title.

- I’m so sorry.

I haven’t had a chance

to talk to Principal Walsh

about this yet.

- Yeah, that’s cool.

But when you do,

I choose you.

- Why me?

- Because I can tell

you’re on my side.

- Well, I’m honored.

- So you’ll do it?

- Yes. Yes, sorry. Yes.

Of course.

I’d love to.

- Okay, yeah, well, I don’t

really have much at first.

I mean, I have

to garner interest and--

but I was thinking

about starting

with some local causes.

- Like Miriam?

- What?

- Are you gonna start

with her cause?

- What about it?

It’s done.

Everybody knows

Chip took the pictures.

They were "doing it,"

or whatever--

sexually speaking.

Gross.

- And how does that

make you feel?

- What, do you think

I’m jealous?

- I-I didn’t mean to insinuate.

It’s--it’s an easy feeling

to get to.

- Okay, well, I’m not.

I’m not jealous of her.

And I know that Chip is,

like, hot, but...

meh...arguably.

But I don’t know. He’s just,

like, one of those guys

you just want to take

a bunch of pictures with

so that when you’re like...

sad and old, you can, like,

remember when,

and you can be like,

"I hit that."

She’s always dating

the most ridiculous dudes.

And they, like,

fly her off to their islands

and buy her J’Adore.

Junior year--and I swear to you,

this is not sensationalism--

she was dating a prince.

Mm-hm.

Like a royal prince

from Amsterdam.

And one day,

he dropped her off at school,

and he got out of his car,

and he opened her door,

and reached his hand in,

put it around her,

guided her up...

and his one arm wrapped around

her entire freaking waist.

And it’s like,

she’s in high school,

and he’s royalty,

but they look like they should

be sold together in stores.

But I’m not jealous

or anything.

I am just observant,

is all.

Okay, cool.

Good chat.

- Hey, Bridget, real quick,

before we wrap up,

this is you, right?

- So?

- So we have a problem.

- We also have

freedom of speech.

- Yes, but this is harassment.

- But I didn’t post that.

I reposted that.

- I thought you didn’t engage

in drama.

- I don’t.

But I accept that

that platform

is a way that people gain favor

on their issues and causes,

and so I accept that to gain

favor and to win trust,

I might have to agree

with everyone else for a while.

- Do you know how the rest

of the pictures

of Miriam got out?

- No.

No.

Okay, fine.

I’ll delete it.

[sighs]

There.

All gone.

Never happened.

- But it did.

- Will you please let me know

when you talk

to Principal Walsh?

- Yes, I will.

I’m so sorry.

I was going to--

- Mm-hm.

Sure you were.

Guess you’re not on my side

after all, huh?

- I--of course I am.

I’m just--

I have a bigger problem

on my hands.

- Good luck with that.

You know, Ms. Schmidt,

I don’t care enough

to hate her.

I really don’t.

ROGER: Is this about

my admissions essays?

Because I’m working on them,

and I’ll get them to you

once I have working drafts

for your perusal.

- That sounds great,

but...

actually, I was wondering.

You have access to the computer

in the office

after-hours, right?

- Wireless is faster here

than at my house.

Mr. Ford lets me stay late

to use the wireless.

- What’s wrong

with the computer lab?

- Too many computers.

The desktop in the office

is secluded.

It’s fast.

It’s strong.

- Someone texted

more pictures of Miriam

to the entire student body.

- I know. I saw.

I heard.

- Do you know how

that could’ve happened?

- Probably by hacking

into the server,

a similar system to the mass

distribution of an Amber Alert,

uploading and sending out

the photos.

Just because I’m the only person

at this school

who knows how to code doesn’t

mean I’m responsible

for every scandal involving

social media.

- You used to tutor Miriam,

right?

- Yes.

- Why did you stop?

- The arrangement ended.

- Do you not want to talk

about this?

- The arrangement ended.

She ended it.

- Why did she end it?

- I don’t know.

It was every Tuesday.

It was arranged by her father

every Tuesday,

and one day,

I received an email,

"We no longer require

your services."

- Why do you think that was?

- I was an excellent tutor.

We had an easy rapport.

She was learning.

We listened to each other.

It’s easy to assume, with her,

that she’s--

She’s smarter

than you think.

We were making progress.

We were really

getting somewhere--

to a place

where we were just...

ourselves.

This is irrelevant.

- Actually, it’s not.

- We are made wise not by

the recollection of our past,

but by the responsibility

for our future.

I’ll get you my essays

once I have drafts.

- We’re not do--

- Whoa.

- What did you do to her?

- What?

- You think you can have whoever

and do whatever you want,

and that everyone else

is below you, even Miriam.

But you’re wrong.

She’s a perfect specimen.

She is--she’s a treasure.

- Okay.

Look, you don’t even know me.

This is the first conversation

we’ve ever had.

Look, dude, I don’t know what

your deal is,

but I didn’t put that picture

on your stupid app.

- It’s not stupid.

It’s flawless.

- Whatever.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- What’s going on?

Are you okay?

- He came at me, all right?

It wasn’t my fault.

- Go to class.

I’ll deal with you later.

Are you okay?

MAN: Oh, my God.

WOMAN: Oh, my God.

[indistinct whispering]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

Okay, day, let’s do this.

- I should try that.

- [gasps]

- Sorry, my mom

dropped me off early.

- Oh. That’s okay.

You scared me.

- Do you always talk

to your day?

- Um, I try to.

- So, how goes

the Miriam Worth saga?

- Oh, it goes.

She’s going to New York in a few

days for a Juilliard audition,

and...I think a few days

away from the drama

will be good for her.

- She’s so amazing.

- She is.

- I hate it when my mom

has to drop me off early.

- Well, you’re getting

your license soon, right?

- Yeah.

Nobody’s here early

but the freaks.

I mean, I don’t see myself

as a freak.

I don’t think.

- Good,

because you’re not.

- I see my future self.

Does that make sense?

It’s like sometimes

when I hear a love song--

like a Nina Simone song

or a Sam Cooke song--

I feel like it’s about someone

I haven’t met yet,

like there’s someone

in the future who’s there,

waiting just for me.

- Nina, Sam, seriously?

I’m impressed.

- I only like old music.

- Well, everything today

is pretty much crap.

- Except for Taylor Swift.

- She’s the song equivalent

of sugar-free gum.

- Yeah, big time.

But does that make sense?

I’ll be better then.

- That’s a really good way

to think about it.

I mean, all of this fades.

There’s so much more

out there.

- That’s what I’m hoping.

You’re...really good

at your job.

- You are my new

favorite person.

But don’t tell anyone, okay?

- Can I say something to you

right now?

- Sure.

- I think we’re the same.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

[chuckles]

And that’s comforting to me,

’cause I might like to be

like you when I grow up.

- That is a lovely thing

to say.

- Well, I mean it.

- I have a question/secret

for you.

- What is it?

Who’s Gail Richards?

- It’s me.

I mean, I know this is bending

the rules a little bit,

but desperate times--it’s only

just for the sleuthing.

- Your fake self

is a really adorable cat.

[both laughing]

- Thank you.

Linz Schultz, will you be

my friend?

- Yes.

Yes, I will.

- Sent.

[bell rings]

- Well, your new friend’s

got to get to class.

- I’ll see you next week.

Bye.

Oh, the door.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Jim.

Jim Harper.

Anna Harper.

Whoa.

- I just got an email

from Juilliard.

They’re canceling my audition.

- What?

Why?

- They didn’t say why.

This is not happening.

This is not happening.

["Attention" by Sophie Rose]

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