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[upbeat music]

[school bell rings]

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- So pathetic. - Yeah, totally.

Do you think Chip is seriously gonna go to jail?

- I mean, if Miriam had really killed herself...

that would be murder.

- It must suck to be her right now.

Yeah.

See ya after class. - You too.

["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 ♪

- Have they officially arrested him?

- Not officially, they just questioned him.

[tense music]

This kind of thing makes national news.

- You’re going to the worst place.

- We are officially in the worst possible place.

- I don’t think it was Chip.

- What?

- I don’t think it was Bridget, either.

There has to be someone else. It just--

It doesn’t add up. - You don’t think it was Chip.

You don’t think it was Bridget. You don’t know who did this?

I can’t continue to give you anymore chances.

I have to go email parents.

We are not finished here.

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[school bell rings]

- I gave you the list.

I-I already supplied you with that data.

- Yes and I appreciate that, but you’re right.

All the addresses are disguised.

JR1977@gmail.

Miley22@gmail.

ThumbPrick@gmail.

I mean, WhatIsUpYo@hotmail.

- I don’t know how else to help you.

I’ve helped you and I’ve helped--

You cannot keep pulling me out of class.

- Um, is there any way a person can get

photos off of a phone if they’re not texted?

- There’s no true system designed to deport.

Even by proxy.

- Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know what proxy is.

- I mean by proxy. Meaning, one individual

using another individual to access the data.

Am I the only person aware of these terms?

These are...basic terms.

- You’re incredibly smart.

- Relative term.

- Is it frustrating sometimes?

It must be.

To feel like no one gets what

you’re talking about half the time.

- To retrieve photos from someone’s personal phone,

I would start with their computer, where they have

likely stored said photos when they sync their phone.

That person would need to be with the computer.

Password. Physical access.

Zip drive.

That’s the only way.

But I was never in that room.

That’s all I can tell you.

- Thank you.

In her room?

[intriguing music]

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CHIP: If they press charges,

I could go to court,

and if they convict me, then I’ll go to jail,

and then my life is pretty much over.

And even if they don’t, it will end up on my record,

and my life is still... is still over.

- You can’t think like that.

- But it’s true.

You know it is.

Just because I took pictures of my girlfriend.

I went to her house last night.

I thought that if I went there, she couldn’t ignore me anymore.

I parked around the corner like I used to,

and I honked.

[horn honks]

I was about to give up and go, and then I saw her...

Coming through the trees in the yard like a ghost.

And I really thought for a second,

"This girl’s a ghost."

ANNA: What did she say?

CHIP: She said she never wants to see me again.

ANNA: You’re going to get through this.

I promise.

- I think I loved her.

ANNA: Maybe you did.

Love is big.

It is wonderful and awesome

and a pain in the ass.

Let me give you advice.

The one you loved in high school

is not your end-all, be-all.

Sometimes loves are just rest stops

as we make our way towards

being better versions of ourselves.

- So Miriam was just, like, a stopover?

ANNA: An important one, but yeah.

Trust me, you will have many, many more.

- Yeah, maybe.

[phone chimes]

- What? - It’s my mom.

They’re pressing charges.

- Oh, my God. - I’ve got to go.

- I-I-I can...

ANNA: So how was it?

- You don’t need to reintegrate me into society.

I just missed a couple of days of school.

- So you’re saying that you learned nothing from this.

- I’m saying there’s not a secret lesson.

- I like to think lemons can--

- No. - Okay.

- Please, just stop with that metaphor.

I don’t even like lemonade.

[mumbling] But...

I guess eventually we’re gonna tear each other down.

- What was that?

- I guess we have it hard enough.

And we should support each other,

no matter what.

I already knew that.

- I...

got your feminist club approved.

- Really? Are you serious?

- As Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

And I will be your administrative sponsor

if you will have me still.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because I believe that you have a strong voice,

and...I don’t know.

You need a place to use it.

- It might just be me and you at first, but...

this--this is cool.

Yeah, this is-- this is really cool.

- What about--what about Linz?

- Linz Schultz? - Yeah.

- No. - Why not?

- I don’t know; ever since all this stuff

started happening with Miriam, people think she’s, like,

the shiz, ’cause she’s what, like, Miriam’s cousin?

I don’t know; she’s, like, acting like her P. R. person--

- I don’t think it’s so terrible that Linz is stepping up

to defend her cousin.

- Or she’s just an opportunist like the rest of us.

God, our society is so messed up.

Thank you for the club.

[school bell rings]

- Poor Linz.

[gasps]

LINZ: I heard that you were talking to some people this week

about the pictures of Miriam.

They canceled "Macbeth" rehearsal,

and I thought I’d stop by.

WALSH: Getting them to trust you.

LINZ: I can email it to you if you want.

Miriam’s my cousin.

She’s so amazing.

I hate it when my mom has to drop me off early.

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

but I’ve seen Chip Greer coming over to her house a lot.

I wonder what it’s like to be loved by him.

If all this happened to me, I would delete

all my everything and move to Bumfudge Antarctica.

She has all these pictures of glaciers

on the wall of her room.

CHIP: I was never in that room.

ANNA: You sent them to Miriam?

BRIDGET: I think I put them on my computer.

ROGER: The person would need to be with the computer...

physical access; that’s the only way.

LINZ: They canceled "Macbeth" rehearsal.

ROGER: The email addresses don’t always contain their names.

- ThumbPrick.

LINZ: "Fair is foul, and foul is fair."

The witches. "Macbeth."

- Oh, my God.

[dramatic music]

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I’ve got it.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, how’s Miriam?

- Oh, she’s okay.

- Tell her I say hey, okay?

- Totally.

♪ ♪

[knocking]

- Come in. Could you get the door?

You look nice.

- Thanks.

- I just wanted to say hey.

- [laughs]

- I thought no one let you follow them.

- Oh. Oh, this is just a stranger.

Are you on? You should follow me.

- What’s your name?

- ThumbPrick. I need to change it, though.

It’s so stupidly angsty.

It’s a "Macbeth" thing.

I was thinking, like, "Linz" with many Zs.

- I’ve made some progress with Miriam.

- She did it herself, right?

- Actually, no.

You did.

- Yeah, totally.

Wait, what?

- It was you all along.

- No, it wasn’t.

- Oh, no?

This is you, right?

- No.

- Hmm, ThumbPrick, hmm.

Weird coincidence, huh?

Because this user registered for the app

the day before the first picture of Miriam went out

and has only made one post since.

- I don’t know who that is.

- You don’t know who that is or how the rest of the pictures

got sent to the entire student body?

- No.

- So you didn’t access

the school’s contact list

when you were in the office getting a late slip

when you told Ms. Mastro that you were feeling faint

so that she went to the vending machine

to get you a Larabar?

- I--

- Linz, you’ve been in Miriam’s room.

You told me yourself.

- Not, like, a lot.

- Whose earrings are those?

They’re very pretty.

- They’re-- - Miriam’s.

They’re Miriam’s.

And you didn’t put this in my office

the day your mom dropped you off early.

- I--

- And lastly, you didn’t blast the recording of Miriam and I

over the P. A. system when Franklin

was supposed to be doing the morning announcements,

but weirdly...

He got a phone call that his car was hit,

which wasn’t true.

I checked with Franklin.

So you didn’t do any of those things?

- I just wanted to show her--

- Show her what?

- What it’s like.

- What what’s like?

- To be down here.

- I know it doesn’t seem like this now,

but that does change when you’re older.

And you just have to wait it out,

because being weird and different now,

that’s what makes you stronger later.

- I can’t think like that.

I’m living now, not then.

I can’t live for the future when the now is so bad.

- But you’ve played a willing part in making it so bad.

- Oh, God.

Please tell me you at least understand why I did it,

how she made me feel.

I know you get it. We’re the same.

- I get your headspace.

I do.

I’ve had to hide behind my hair,

felt like I’ve been trapped in the wrong body.

I’ve been so jealous.

That’s where the similarities end.

Because I would never,

ever ruin someone.

- But...

- Never.

[knock at door]

- Are we done here?

Linz, come with me.

- What’s going to happen?

- I’m sorry, Linz, but you’re being expelled.

Your parents are on their way.

WALSH: Let’s go.

Go now.

Nice work.

[gentle piano music]

♪ ♪

- Hi.

I’m so sorry.

- I want to know why you did this to me.

- I don’t know what you heard, but--

- I know everything you did.

- B-but everything’s fine now.

Nobody got hurt.

- I lost my Juilliard audition,

Chip almost went to jail,

and there’s pictures of me all over the internet

that I did not put there.

- [scoffs] Not like you even care.

- Everyone cares what people think about them.

If someone says they don’t, then they’re lying to your face.

- My whole life, I’ve always been compared to you.

My parents are always like, "Miriam this, Miriam that.

"She’s so beautiful. Look at her, such talent.

Blah, blah, blah."

And you get Chip. Of course you get Chip.

- What about Chip?

- I’ve liked him since second grade.

- I didn’t know that.

- Of course you get him.

People just like you,

no matter what you do,

and no matter what I do, how hard I try,

I’m never good enough.

We used to hang out, remember?

We’d eat popsicles and play Guess Who?

But then you stopped talking to me.

- We stopped talking to each other.

We’re different.

- Hi, understatement of the millennium.

- You don’t want to be me.

- Yeah, I do.

- I wish I was you.

- [scoffs] Invisible?

It’s very exhausting...

all the time we spend wishing we were each other.

- Yeah.

You can do way better than Chip anyway.

- Uh, how?

- His brain is equal parts sports talk and protein powder.

The most elaborate text I’ve got from is, "’Sup?"

You guys would have, like, nothing to talk about.

- I always thought he had, like, pain in his eyes.

- Yeah.

I guess he’s had some of that too.

I’ve got to go.

- Yeah.

My parents are on their way,

and you probably don’t want to be here for my hanging.

- You’ll be okay.

- Maybe.

Remember how we used to draw that weird face

on Uncle Eddie’s bald spot?

- [laughs] Gary.

- Gary. We named it.

LINZ: We were so weird.

- Yeah.

[light music]

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[knocks]

- Hi.

- I heard you cracked the case.

- Well, it more cracked me, but yeah.

- I--I like you.

- Hmm.

- It’s kind of funny that technically

we are the adults here.

- And yet still in high school.

- Yeah.

Maybe tonight...do-over?

- Yes, please.

- Awesome.

Hi. Welcome back.

- Thanks.

Hey. - Hi.

How are you?

- Okay, considering.

I talked to Chip.

My dad dropped all the charges.

- What about Linz?

- I still can’t believe it was her.

- You and me both.

- I guess I understand why she did it.

- You do?

- Yeah, I mean, we grew apart.

And I got so wrapped up in things.

And she’s under a lot of pressure

to be a certain way.

Everyone is.

- It’s very big of you to understand.

- It’s whatever.

- It’s not.

- So I just wanted to thank you.

- It’s my pleasure, and just a heads-up,

I spoke to the Dean of Admissions,

and he knows that everything that happened wasn’t your fault.

- Yeah, I know.

My audition is next week.

- You’re gonna nail it.

Thank you.

Sorry. - Nope, I’m not.

- So what’s next?

- You’re gonna go to that audition,

and you are gonna kill it.

- You’re pretty good at guiding.

- Thanks.

- You’re a really bad detective, though.

- Yep, I’m aware.

[school bell rings]

- I’ve got to get to class.

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[Sophie Rose’s "Attention" plays]

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