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- Skank.

- Hey, Miriam, you suck.

MAN: ♪ I want to hit you with the rail shot ♪

[thrashing rock music]

♪ I’m stepping on the edge ♪

- What? - How does it feel?

- How’s what feel?

- To be like the rest of us.

You see, we walk on the ground.

Gravity, have you ever heard of it?

You know, we don’t float.

- I can’t handle your metaphors right now.

- You know, I always knew you thought you were better

than everybody else.

But your psycho monologue has finally made it clear

that you are, in fact, just like us.

Congrats, welcome back to the human race.

- I never thought I was better than you.

- That’s bullshit.

- Think what you want.

It’s whatever. Nobody cares.

- Nobody cares.

You know what, no. You don’t get to do that.

You don’t get to "whatever" this.

Have you even looked at Twitter?

- I’m not on there.

- Well, it’s how the masses have decided to express themselves,

and #MiriamWorthless is practically trending.

Everybody is tweeting what they actually think of you

because you have finally made it clear

what you actually think of us.

- Sorry if you’re not happy wi--

- You don’t even know me.

You haven’t known me for years.

You don’t know whether or not I’m happy.

- We grew apart.

I didn’t do anything to you.

- You dropped me.

I’m happy.

I’m very happy.

- Yeah, sure.

- Screw you, Miriam.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

["Attention" by Sophie Rose plays]

♪ ♪

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 ♪

- Get out of my car.

- I just need two minutes.

- Why? So I can open up to you,

and you can blast it over the loudspeaker?

What’s that?

- It’s a recording device that was put in my office.

- It wasn’t Chip.

- I have proof.

I can’t use it yet, but I know it was him.

- He wouldn’t do that.

He wouldn’t try to, like, sabotage me.

- Miriam, if we can prove it was Chip,

this will all be over.

- It’s never gonna be over.

Don’t you see that?

My pictures are everywhere,

and there’s no way to really erase everything.

And it doesn’t even matter who did it.

What does it feel so--

- To not be liked.

Yeah, it’s, um...

it’s not the best feeling in the world.

- Have you read what they’re saying about me on Twitter?

- No, my top Google Alert is on Miriam Worth.

- Do have a Google Alert on Miriam Worthless?

- No.

Oh, my God.

- I don’t really think those things.

I don’t think I’m better than anybody.

I just want to disappear.

[stirring music]

[phone chimes]

♪ ♪

How do they even know about my mom?

I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

I gotta go. I gotta get out of here.

Get out of my car, please.

- Miriam, we’re going to beat this.

- Get the hell out of my car.

Now.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

WALSH: You’re sure?

- 99.9%

- I need you to be right about this, Anna.

Last night I dreamt that Miriam’s father

ran me over with his yacht...twice.

- How does that even work?

- Well, I fell out of his yacht,

and then he ran me over with it.

Look, j-- you just better be right.

- Trust me, I am.

[knocking]

- Hey, Karen. - It’s Principal Walsh.

Sit down, Chip.

- So what’s this about?

Okay.

- This situation with Miriam has escalated.

We’re gonna need you to start cooperating.

- I have been.

I have been.

ANNA: To an extent, you have,

but you haven’t been fully honest with me, have you?

- Have you?

- I think I have.

- Chip, I know you sent the pictures you took

to at least one other person.

- No, I didn’t.

- Well, then you won’t mind showing us your phone.

Chip?

- Why should I do that?

- Your phone.

- You’re going to have to start telling us the truth.

Full disclosure.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Unlock it for me, please.

♪ ♪

There’s nothing here.

♪ ♪

- Can I have my phone back?

My dad said I shouldn’t talk to you anymore without a lawyer.

So, uh, I’m gonna go.

See you, Karen.

- [scoffs]

- I thought you said you were sure.

- He must have deleted it. - What?

- I looked at his phone just for a second.

I-I saw the text he sent.

- I can’t see that. I don’t see that.

- But you said by any means necessary.

- I meant the power of persuasion, Anna.

Getting them to trust you, remember?

You using your guidance skills.

First the loudspeaker.

- I-I told you I had nothing to do with that.

- Doesn’t matter what you tell me, Anna.

All that matters is what it looks like.

And now it looks like I have instructed

my guidance counselor to invade

on students’ personal property.

- I’m just trying to do my job, Karen.

- Honestly, if this entire situation escalates,

legally or otherwise, I won’t back you up.

I do not get paid enough.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[phone chimes]

- A tweet from Miriam Worth?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- So she’s still absent?

Has she called? Has anyone called?

Okay, bye.

[phone beeping]

Okay, lady. Use your words.

Hi, um, this message is for Mr. Worth.

This is Anna Schmidt, Miriam’s guidance counselor.

I was just, um... calling to check in.

Um, Miriam’s been absent for--for a few days.

We haven’t seen her, so I just, you know,

wanted to check in.

See if everything’s a-okay.

Uh, please give me a call at your earliest convenience.

Thanks.

[sighs]

- What now?

- Sit down.

- What’s that?

- You tell me.

- Uh...ear bud?

- Microphone. Do you know anything about it?

- For the love of God and all that is holy, no.

- Do you want to tell me about @MiriamWorth1?

- What about it?

- Is it you?

Because if it is, I don’t want you

to have to suffer real consequences.

- Wait, are you threatening me?

[tense music]

Because if you are, Miss Schmidt,

you’re really bad at it.

♪ ♪

- It’s just interesting to me that MiriamWorth1 tweeted,

"Top of the caste system, bitches."

End quote.

So strange she would use your words, huh?

People are tracing the IP address on that account

as we speak, so if I were you,

I would think long and hard before you walk out that door.

♪ ♪

I need you to take the page down.

- I can’t do that.

The truth lives.

- Cyberbullying is a serious offense, Bridget.

There are kids going to jail.

You could--you could literally get put away for years.

- Hmm.

You sound like you just read a HuffPo article...

[phone chimes] About cyberbullying

and now you think you know everything.

- If that account gets traced back to you,

then I’ll know you’ve been behind the whole thing.

And I won’t be able to help you.

- Oh, well,

you know what’s funny, Miss Schmidt?

Is that I don’t think you want to help me.

In fact, I don’t think you want to help any of us.

I know why you’re doing this.

It’s not because you care about her.

- Of course I care about her.

- Really?

Where is Miriam, then?

She’s been out all week. Do you even know where she is?

It’s all because of her dad.

It’s pathetic.

Behold the caste system.

- That’s not why.

That’s--that’s not why.

♪ ♪

Holy...

♪ ♪

How you doing, buddy?

I am sorry, I didn’t mean to call you buddy.

I just meant, like, you know, colloquially.

- Things are fine.

- Why were you in my office last week?

- I told you, I thought we were supposed to meet

to go over my essays, but then

we were not supposed to meet.

- Roger. - Yes, that’s my given name.

- Why were you in my office?

- I already told you,

and I don’t respond to repetition.

- You don’t?

- I like to employ repetition stylistically,

but I don’t like being asked the same question over and over.

- Okay, I’ll rephrase.

Did you bug my office?

- No, why would I do that?

- Well, I just think it’s strange

that I found this under my desk.

- And I think it’s strange that you’re targeting me

because of my disability.

- What? - Legally, I am disabled.

I could go to the school board.

I could file a complaint.

- You wouldn’t pull that card.

- Perhaps I would.

- I don’t see you as disabled,

and I don’t think you see yourself as disabled either.

You have a history with Miriam,

and I know that her father pulled the funding for your app.

The social cues app.

- Yes, that’s true.

- It’s unfortunate.

I know you’re working very hard on it.

- I just needed a little bit more time to develop it.

It was going to get there.

If he hadn’t pulled the funding,

then I could have bypassed college,

waste of funds. I don’t need Parsons

if I already got a top-selling app.

But now I have to craft pointless essays

about who I am as a person, and what do I want to be,

and--and it’s all pointless.

It is pointless.

It’s--it’s just-- it gets at nothing.

These questions get at nothing. They get at lies.

That’s what it is. Who’s the best liar.

Who’s best at crafting a false narrative,

and that’s who gets in.

- Did he pull the funding after he found out

that Miriam wanted you to stop tutoring her?

- There was a glitch in the code.

There wasn’t enough time. I told you.

- You don’t seem like the kind of guy

who has glitches in his code.

In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re a perfectionist.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Is this one of your websites?

- It’s still in beta.

- It’s, uh, a lot of pictures of Miriam.

- Stock images.

They’re just stock images. She’s stock.

- She’s not stock. - She is to me.

- Roger, you can’t just use someone’s picture

without their consent.

- They’re just pictures.

Yearbook pictures, that sort of thing.

Nothing like the ones that were sent around.

I’ve never myself taken a photo of her.

I--there was a moment where I could have,

but I did not.

There’s intimacy there.

One person taking a picture of another.

♪ ♪

- Roger, I really need you to show me that folder.

- It’s private.

I don’t have to do anything.

- Would you like to tell me about the moment?

- I ruined it. - How?

- How does one kiss a person?

How does that happen?

I’ve studied it extensively in film.

The moment before... how to seize the moment.

How to make sure that it’s wanted.

There’s usually music.

She usually turns her face towards his.

- Yes, well, in real life,

people rarely just up and kiss like that.

Not sober.

- I felt that I had found a moment with her.

She smiled...

[stirring music]

♪ ♪

But it wasn’t the right moment.

I guess she told her father, and then it was all over.

- That must have made you angry.

- It’s not what you think.

- Then tell me what to think.

- I don’t know what you want me to say.

- If you’re involved in this, Roger,

I need you to tell me right now.

- I’m not.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Hey. - Oh, hey.

Uh, sorry, I’m late.

- Oh, have you been getting my texts?

- Uh, my phone’s been weird, so I...

- Is something going on or...

- I told you I wasn’t looking for anything serious.

- Oh, yeah, me either. That’s--that’s cool.

We can just hang.

- Well, but you’ve been texting me, like, a lot.

- I wasn’t sure if you were getting them.

- I was getting them.

- It’s just that, um, this Miriam thing is insane,

and I’m in way over my head.

And I just thought you were someone that I could talk to.

- I really can’t be that person right now.

- Yeah. - You’re awesome.

- Look, I will see you around. Good talk.

[stirring music]

♪ ♪

WOMAN: ♪ I want to fly above it all ♪

♪ And shoot across the sky like stars at twilight ♪

♪ And mix the colors as they fall ♪

♪ Until I see all of my dreams in real life ♪

♪ I feel it all in my bones ♪

♪ Change in the air while the sky is falling ♪

♪ I’m not afraid of the road ♪

♪ I got a suitcase and somewhere’s calling ♪

♪ Without all the wonder I was ♪

♪ The world keeps turning ♪

♪ They don’t care if we don’t belong ♪

♪ We keep on going till our hearts run out ♪

♪ Our hearts run out ♪

♪ ’Cause not all the wonder I was ♪

♪ We keep going on ♪

♪ Ooh oh oh oh ooh ♪

♪ We keep going on ♪

♪ Ooh oh oh ooh ooh ♪

♪ We keep going on ♪

♪ Ooh oh oh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ ’Cause not all the wonder I was ♪

♪ We keep going on ♪

[school bell ringing]

- You okay?

- I really should be asking if you’re okay.

- We can make an exception.

- It’s Miriam and the fact that I haven’t heard from her

or her dad all week.

- Isn’t she, like, sick or something?

- I don’t know.

I have Principal Walsh breathing down my neck.

- Gross.

- My job is on the line, and there’s this...guy.

I thought-- I thought were were, you know,

but we’re not, apparently.

Do you ever feel like you can’t do anything right?

- Most all seconds,

but maybe it’s over.

And what’s done is done.

[phone chimes]

Oops, I gotta bounce.

- Oh, yes, have a good day...mini-me.

[sighs]

[phone rings]

- Ann--Anna Schmidt’s office.

- This is Frank Worth, Miriam’s father.

- Oh, um, I-I just wanted to check in on Miriam.

We--we’ve missed her all week.

- What, precisely, have you missed?

Interrogating her?

Dragging her through your administrative incompetence?

- Look, I--I’m very worried about Miriam.

- She’s in the hospital.

So you can consider this a note from home.

- What? Why? Is she okay?

- Your guidance has accomplished nothing.

- I would like to go see her.

- Absolutely not.

I’m launching my own investigation.

This is not over.

I will get answers, and there will be consequences.

[dial tone]

[Sophie Rose’s "Attention" plays]

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