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I just got invited to a group called "Chris Is a Rapist."

It says that he assaulted Caitie and Lucy. Did you know about this?

Why are you doing this? I don't need to force anybody.

Pippa and I hooked up once, and we're cool.

You think nobody knows what you did to Pippa?

Do you think Lucy's okay?

Yeah, I think she just wants people to stop talking about it.

I didn't mean for this story to become about me.

I was-- I was just trying to help Pippa.

Don't say anything else to anyone.

I told Stephen.

-[whispering] You what? -He made me admit it...

-[Stephen] Go. -...on tape.

I lied about being raped.

When I'm rough with you...

You're nothing.

...I thought we were just fucking around

and it didn't come from, like, a place of, like, trauma.

You're not damaging me.

I don't want you to suddenly be different.

[Stephen] [over computer] It's because you are so completely forgettable.

You're just a pointless fucking cunt!

[Bree] Do you actually like this, or did he just convince you that you do?

Because I bet you fucking hate it.

I can tell you're trying to hurt me, Bree,

but you're not going to succeed

because I've already felt all the things that you're feeling.

[Amanda] Bree, hey.

I think what you're doing is really wrong.

You're sleeping with someone else's husband. It's gross.

Okay, I'll help you out.

Do this one like you want to kill yourself.

-[gasps] -Please be serious.

-I can't-- -This is--

-We're talking about suicide here. -[chuckles]

I'm going to New Jersey to see my mom.

You know, I don't have any summer plans yet.

Trev and I are house-sitting for his parents at the shore.

You could come if you wanted.

-Hey, do you wanna come get food with us? -I ate already, actually. With Evan.

We're kind of back together. It's good.

[Stephen] Are you pregnant? That you already scheduled an abortion?

It's gonna be the highlight of my year. I am so excited to abort your baby.

He's just not someone who lets things go. I'm actually-- I'm scared of him.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[birds tweeting]

[alarm clock beeps, stops]

[inhales deeply]

Hi.

[yawns]

-Happy Valentine's Day. -Happy Valentine's Day.

What time's the thing?

[Pippa] It's at, uh, 12.

But I'm gonna get ready with the girls first,

so I'll meet you there if that's cool.

-Yeah, that sounds cool. -Great.

Are you going now?

Yeah, I just have some shit to do first, so...

Okay.

Uh, I'll see you there.

Okay.

Hey.

I love you.

You're a good valentine.

Aw, so are you.

[♪ "The Good Times Are Killing Me" by Modest Mouse playing]

[door closes]

♪ Shrugged off, shortsighted, false excitement ♪

♪ And, oh, what can I say? ♪

[sighs]

♪ Have one, have 20 more "one mores" ♪

♪ And, oh, it does not relent ♪

♪ The good times are killing me ♪

[knock on door]

♪ Kick butt, buzz cut, dickheads... ♪

-Hi. -Hi.

[door closes]

-♪ Good times are killing me ♪ -Hi.

♪ Jaws clenched tight, we talked all night ♪

♪ Oh, but what the hell... ♪

I feel cheesy saying Happy Valentine's Day,

so I'm not going to.

[chuckles]

Mm.

[laughs]

Okay, so, are you gonna go

to this anti-Valentine's Day party at Theta?

-The goth thing? -Yeah.

I don't know. Um...

you're going with Wrigley, right?

Yeah.

Do you think I'm terrible?

No. It's, um, it's just...

kind of a mess.

-[chuckles] -[cell phone rings]

-I should take this. -Yeah.

Hey, Mom.

[mother] [on phone] Diana, what the hell are these photos

that were sent to your father?

Uh, w-what do-- What do you mean?

Your father was just sent some very disturbing photos of you

from some anonymous email account.

I-I have no idea what you're talking about, Mom.

I just forwarded them to you.

[♪ light, tense music playing]

I don't know why you would let someone take pictures of you like this.

Mom, I don't--

[gasps] This is insane.

Um, I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry. Is Dad there?

I don't think it's a good idea for you to talk to him right now.

He's really upset.

Honestly, so am I.

Let's just speak later.

[line disconnects]

Please don't look.

Who sent those?

Stephen.

I forgot they even existed. They're from freshman year.

You let Stephen have those?

It was early, when I was still obsessed with him.

What are you gonna do?

I'm not giving him a reaction.

Okay, I don't think now is the time to be a bigger person--

It's not about being the bigger person.

He cannot keep getting away with this, okay?

There's no justice with someone like him, okay?

That's not how this works.

Hey, look. Okay, I get it. He's really scary.

Sorry, um...

I just think I need to be alone right now.

Okay?

[footsteps recede]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[♪ "You Oughta Know" by Alanis Morissette playing]

♪ I want you to know ♪

♪ That I'm happy for you ♪

♪ I wish nothing but the best... ♪

I like the tear.

Yeah, it felt right.

Dressing like I'm clinically depressed

actually makes me feel less clinically depressed.

[Bree] I hope Pippa gets here soon.

I don't want to be late.

You think it's bad that I didn't get Evan a Valentine's Day gift?

I mean, you guys only got back together, like, a week ago.

I'm not sure he really earned a gift yet.

Do you-- Do you not like Evan?

[laughs] What? Wh--

Why would you ask that?

Just, like, a feeling I get sometimes.

No.

No, I, I like him.

I like him.

-[knock on door] -Hi.

-Hi. -Where have you been?

Wow.

I didn't know we were going full out with makeup and everything.

Well, we're running a little bit late, so...

draw on a tear, and then we can go?

I'm not really in the mood.

I'll do it.

It weirdly makes you feel better.

[cell phone rings]

Okay.

-Lucy? -Mm-hmm?

Doesn't this mean that you, like, killed someone in prison?

[cell phone ringing]

-Give me a sec, okay? -[Pippa] Okay.

Are you drawing two?

[ringing continues]

-Hey. -[Mary] [on phone] Hi!

Okay, so it took a lot of bribery, but my friend can cover my shift,

so I'll be there for your exhibit tomorrow!

-Wait, really? -Yup.

I'll take the train, and then I'll just, like, get a cab from there.

I actually gotta run now, but I'll see you tomorrow.

I'm really excited.

-Yeah, me too. -Bye.

[line disconnects]

So my mom is coming to my exhibit tomorrow.

Wait, what? Your-- Your "mom" mom?

Yeah, like... like my mom.

-Holy shit! What? -How?

Uh, it's a long story,

but basically, I got in touch with her a couple weeks ago

and I invited her and, um, I wasn't sure if she'd flake

so I didn't want to get my hopes up, but she's not flaking.

Oh, my God, Bree.

-Bree, that's amazing. -So, it's really good.

Wow.

Um, but I haven't told Evan yet, though,

so, um, just let me tell him first.

Yeah.

Okay, we should go. I think he's already there.

[Pippa] Okay, wait, guys.

Is this, like, goth enough?

-Yes. -Yes.

Also, being goth is more about the attitude anyway.

For sure. So just--

-Just look miserable. -Mm-hmm.

Got it.

[indistinct chatter]

[♪ "Psycho Killer" by Talking Heads playing]

This is super random,

but I have something I want to talk to you about later.

Okay.

It's good, though.

-Okay. -'Kay.

You look amazing, by the way.

Yeah? You like this goth look?

-Mm. -[laughs]

[lips smack]

Hey! Hey, you guys gotta cut out all this cute couple-y shit, okay?

This party is not about love.

I mean, look at me and Wrigley. We're being very, very appropriate.

[laughs]

I think you're all being a bunch of smug assholes.

Speaking of, I think Stephen's coming, and I guess he's bringing a date.

-Some freshman. -[Pippa] Gross.

Of course Stephen's preying on a freshman.

Should we leave?

No. No, it's fine.

You actually have a date coming, too.

Pretty sure I don't.

I might have texted Alex and asked him to come.

What? No, why-- Why'd you do that?

You're too hot to be alone on Valentine's Day.

-Bree... -Besides, isn't it kind of fun

to rub it in Stephen's face?

No, it won't. I'm really not trying to piss Stephen off.

Can you-- Can you text Alex and tell him not to come?

It's too late. He's almost here.

-Okay. -Sorry.

I'm sorry, I didn't want you to be, like, alone today.

It's okay.

-I'm excited for you to meet everyone. -[Tegan] Really?

I mean, they're all fucking embarrassing, but I'm excited for them to meet you

and see how fucking hot you are.

[Pippa] Lucy.

♪ Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est? ♪

♪ Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa... ♪

Come on, let's go pee.

-♪ Run, run, run, run ♪ -Yeah.

♪ Run, run, run away ♪

Well, that was rude.

[♪ rock music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Alex, hey!

-[Alex] Hey. -I'm so glad you made it.

-Hello. -Hi.

This person's taking forever, so you--

-There's drinks down there. -I'm good. Just wait with you.

-Oh, you-- You don't have to. -Nah, it's fine. I don't mind.

So, where's this ex of yours?

I had to give him the full rundown.

He's, uh...

He's the one who's scowling and kind of looks like a turtle.

Please don't say anything to Stephen, okay?

Just everyone ignore him. Please.

I'm not gonna say anything, Lucy. What do you think, I'm like 12?

He's not gonna say anything.

Look, look.

I-I'm sorry if Bree pressured you or made me sound desperate,

but you really didn't have to come.

No, it's fine. I had nothing else going on.

Okay.

And I know you're not my Valentine, so don't worry.

Lucy... relax, okay?

You know, just because we have sex doesn't mean we can't be friends.

You've never been friends with anyone you fucked, have you?

Uh...

No? Okay. Yeah. Well, here we go.

Just-- Actually, please, don't-- Don't say anything to Stephen.

Yeah.

I said I wouldn't.

'Kay.

[indistinct chatter]

Um...

What's going on?

-You okay? -I'll-- I'll be right back.

-What's going on? -Yeah. Nothing.

[Chris] Hey, Pippa. Did you change your number?

I've been trying to call you.

Um...

No.

I-- My phone--

So, Lucy said that I assaulted you?

I...

[laughs] Like, what?

Yeah, it's fucking crazy, right?

I mean, look, we hooked up, but you don't think that I, like,

did something to you, do you?

No.

Nothing happened.

So, we're cool?

Yeah.

We're cool.

[♪ tense music playing]

[Chris] Can you tell Lucy that?

Whoa, whoa, what j-- what just happened?

What?

You fucking talked to Chris about me?

Pippa, I'm-- I'm sorry. It-- it slipped out.

Hey.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Excu...

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Hi.

-[Wrigley] You okay? -[Pippa] Yeah.

Let's go get some water, yeah?

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Lucy!

Come here!

Hey.

Hey, you don't have to go over there.

Yes, I do.

Okay.

Hey, I just wanted to say hi.

Hi.

Hey, I'm Stephen.

-Alex. -Alex. Nice to meet you, Alex.

It's Tegan, Lucy. Lucy, Tegan.

-Hi. -Hey.

[Stephen] I was just telling Tegan you guys would get along

because you both like writing.

Oh.

Cool. It's nice to meet you.

You too.

So, how do you guys know each other?

Uh, Lucy's one of my good friends.

Well, technically, she's my ex.

But we realized we weren't compatible romantically.

Better as friends. Right?

-Yeah. -[Stephen] Yeah.

Yeah, we were-- We're better as friends.

[Tegan] Wow. I mean, I wish I could still be friends

with any of my exes.

Want to get another drink?

-Mm. -Hmm?

Okay.

Lucy, what's the deal with that guy?

-You scared of him? -What? No.

You're all tense.

I'm just cold.

Amanda.

Hey.

Hi.

Uh, how-- How have you been?

Fine, yeah.

Uh, I wanted to apologize for...

snapping at you.

It's fine, seriously.

So, do you have anything fun planned for spring break?

Um, yeah, I'm going to Mexico. It's gonna be my 18th birthday.

You're turning 18?

Yeah.

So you're 17?

Um, I-I skipped a year in high school.

-Sorry, I-I got to go. -Okay.

So, you know what you're doing after graduation?

[Evan] Uh, I think I'll do New York for a bit.

Figured I'd stay on the East Coast while Bree is finishing school.

My parents are actually setting me up with a place in Williamsburg.

Yeah, I thought you were more of a Tribeca guy.

[Evan] [laughs] Yeah, nah, nah, nah.

-No? -Nah, nah, I like Brooklyn.

Besides, I think Bree is staying with me over the summer.

What?

Yeah, there's a bunch of photography stuff you can get into there.

Yeah, but, like, I don't know what I'm doing with my summer yet.

[Evan laughs]

Uh, okay. Did you have something planned?

I may actually stay with my mom, yeah.

[Evan chuckles]

What-- What are you talking about?

Yeah, we, um...

we got back in touch recently, and, um,

I went to go see her.

And she-- Yeah, she's actually coming to my photography exhibit tomorrow.

Wait, wait, wait. I'm-- I'm so confused.

Why didn't you say anything?

I was going to later today.

How was it, Bree? Seeing her?

Good. Weird, but yeah, not bad.

Look, I-I just thought, you know, when you talk about her,

you kind of say she's sort of a mess.

She was, but she's had a really crazy life, so...

Bree, that's great, talking again.

Yeah, no, it's great. It's great. You just didn't tell me you saw her.

And I was going to.

-[Evan] I know. -[cell phone vibrating]

Hey, uh, I gotta run some stuff to a party down the street.

What stuff?

Oh, dr-- Right.

Yeah, okay. Hey, I'll be right back, okay?

I literally came up to you.

Hey, your-- Your jacket.

Thank you.

We need to play a drinking game.

Uh, yeah, no, this group does not do well with those.

Come on!

I know such a good game, and it's not scary at all.

Come on!

Okay, the game is called Paranoia.

Everyone writes down a few questions on a slip of paper,

like, "Who's the loudest drunk?"

Or, "Who thinks he's too cool to dress up for theme parties?"

-Stephen. -Stephen.

[Tegan] Right, but we put the questions in a pile,

and we take turns pulling them out.

Then we whisper it to whoever we choose.

So, if someone chose that question and whispered it to me,

I would say, "Stephen."

You have to answer with someone in this group.

But if you're the person named,

you can only hear the question if you take a shot.

So otherwise, I'd hear my name, but I wouldn't know the question.

And that's exactly why it's called Paranoia.

Okay. Okay.

I'll go grab some shot glasses.

This sounds like a disaster waiting to happen!

[♪ "C'mere" by Interpol playing]

[Tegan laughs]

♪ It's way too late ♪

Okay, Stephen, you're up.

Pick one and then decide who you want to ask.

♪ The trouble is ♪

[Stephen] Evan.

Oh, easy. Bree.

I guess I want to know.

You got to drink up, then.

Whoa.

The question is, "Who is the most beautiful girl in the group?"

[Tegan] Aw.

Ooh!

Uh, okay, so I am next.

Mmm...

Coming for ya.

Oh.

This one is very, very hard,

but I think I'm gonna go with Pippa.

-Okay. -[laughs]

[Tegan] Let's go.

It's, "Who's your favorite person?"

[laughs]

[Tegan] Okay, did everyone just write down nice questions?

That's not the point of this game.

Yeah, no, these are lame.

[laughs] Yeah.

Th-This is better.

Lucy, uh, come here.

Come here.

[Lucy] Um...

Evan.

All right.

Uh, "Most likely to live off their parents forever."

-Whatever. -[Tegan] Okay!

Evan, it's your turn.

Let's see. Uh...

I see what this is.

-No, stop it. -[Wrigley] Okay.

[whispers indistinctly]

Oh, definitely Stephen.

Oh.

"Most likely to end up in prison."

[laughs]

[laughs]

[Evan] Oh, hey.

Uh...

Lucy.

"Most likely to secretly hate themselves."

Evan.

Guess it depends on the day.

[♪ "Written In Blood" by She Wants Revenge playing]

♪ Cut through a crowded room ♪

♪ A look can say a lot sometimes ♪

♪ So, I take all my past attractions and project on you ♪

♪ Every disappointment and mistake ♪

Stephen.

♪ Some resentment from a one-night heartbreak ♪

I'm good. I don't need to know.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

All right.

-You have to pick, though. -Mm.

[sighs]

♪ There's so much that we still don't know ♪

♪ But I'm fairly certain that we just might work out right ♪

♪ Then again, it can all go up in flames ♪

♪ And I'll take you down in the name of love ♪

You.

-No, I asked the question, so. -Yeah, I know.

But it-- the question's, "Most likely to cheat."

And that's definitely you.

Okay, um, Stephen can't pull twice in a row,

so Pippa, why don't you just go?

Okay, um, let's see.

[chuckles]

Yikes. Um...

[Tegan] You gotta pick someone.

Okay.

Yikes. Um...

[♪ "My House" by Beasts With No Name playing]

♪ And I'm doing what I want ♪

♪ This is my house ♪

Do I have to answer that?

Come on, i-it's just a game.

Okay, um...

Wrigley.

No, no, don't, don't. Don't drink.

Don't drink.

Now I have to know.

Uh, "Most likely to kill themselves."

Well, because you made that joke, remember? In...

In photography class.

About suicide, remember?

It was funny.

Yeah, no, no, I remember.

-Right? -[Wrigley] I-I remember.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Let's, uh... This game fucking sucks.

Let's, um-- Should we all get up and socialize?

He's good.

-[lips smack] -Yeah.

-[Bree] Okay. -[Evan] He'll be cool.

You okay? You good?

Yeah.

Wait.

Wait. Hey, I'm sorry.

I only said it because you had made that joke.

You don't have to apologize.

I drank too much and-- And today was just a lot. It was--

I found out that that older guy I was seeing,

he's fucking this 17-year-old.

And I screamed at her a couple weeks ago when it's not even her fault.

He's just a fucking predator. It was-- He's getting away with it.

Okay.

And then this stuff with my mom, like, that put me in an even weirder headspace.

And-- And I appreciate it, by the way,

you not saying anything about visiting my mom.

Uh, okay. Why am I the one that you're talking to about all of this?

What do you mean?

Just that you should probably be talking to Evan about this,

seeing that he is your boyfriend.

All right? I'm not the person that you should be confiding in.

Okay.

I'm gonna go.

Hey, can we talk?

Feel like talking is kind of your main problem right now, Lucy.

You need to stop having conversations that are not yours to have, okay?

I'm-I'm really sorry. Hey, hey. Jeez.

I'm sorry, okay? I-I didn't mean to.

Chris cornered me, and he thinks what he did is fine.

I could-- I couldn't just fucking let him think that.

I just-- I don't understand why you can't keep my fucking name out of your mouth.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sor--

It does not matter that you're sorry.

-It doesn't matter. -Okay.

No, every single time you try to make something better,

you end up making it so much fucking worse.

And I just-- I gotta go.

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -I, I told Wrigley

that I have a headache, so...

[breathing shakily]

[indistinct chatter]

[crying softly]

[phone line rings]

[Diana] [on voicemail] Hey, this is Diana. Leave a message.

[voicemail beeps]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

Hi.

[sighs]

Where did Alex go? He's been gone forever.

Some sorority girls needed some cocaine.

So he just ran off and left you?

Bree, he's a drug dealer. It's the most normal thing he could do.

It's kind of rude of him to just, like,

leave you here alone.

Bree, are you--

Are you the one who told Alex about the Chris thing?

Okay, yes.

[sighs]

I'm sorry. I-I just--

I didn't want another guy to be an asshole with you.

And Alex can be weird or whatever,

but I knew that he would be respectful about--

About the whole thing, and I just--

I-I wanted him to just, like, be careful with your feelings.

[sighs]

God, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me.

It's okay. I'm gonna-- I'm just gonna go get some air.

-It's okay. -[inhales, exhales]

Hey. Hey, Lucy. Sorry, that took forever.

Hey, you wanna, you wanna get out of here?

Let's just-- Let's go back to your place.

Let's-- Let's get another drink first.

Maybe somewhere in town?

What? There are, like, five kegs here.

Yeah, I need a real drink.

Okay.

[sniffles]

-Hey, you okay? -Okay, okay.

I need-- I need you to stop being weird, okay?

You're being nicer.

It's-- It's mean.

[scoffs] I'm-- I'm being nicer. It's mean.

-You know what I'm saying. -No, I really don't.

I just feel like whatever Bree told you, like,

now you feel pressured to be all careful and sweet with me,

and I-I don't like it.

And you have no reason to feel sorry for me.

[Alex] Mm.

Okay? I'm a much bigger asshole than you realize, I promise.

You know, you are fucking rough on yourself, Lucy.

Why-- Why didn't you want to go back to your place?

-Are you trying to avoid fucking me? -No.

No, I just...

I just wanted another drink.

Hey, maybe we just call it.

No.

Let's go get another drink.

[sighs]

[♪ mellow bar music playing]

Hi.

Hey.

I've been, uh--

I've been thinking about you.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Evan] What day did you say you saw her?

I don't remember the exact day.

I'm just trying to figure out why you didn't tell me.

Because I was worried it was going to be a shit show.

And it was good? It was normal?

I mean, I don't kn-- I wouldn't say, like, normal.

I don't know. We had mimosas.

Wait.

Didn't you tell me once that she was an alcoholic?

She was. She's not anymore.

What? Th-That's not how that works.

Why are you being like this?

Why can't you just be more supportive?

Look, if you're saying it was good with her, I'm glad.

But even if it wasn't,

I'm the person you should talk to about it,

whether it went well or not.

♪♪

[Lucy] You look really great.

I look... tired.

[Lucy] Well, then you're not taking enough breaks.

Why don't you come hang out with me?

What's with the, uh...

black makeup?

I just remembered what I look like.

Um...

I was at a theme party.

[glass slams]

[Evan] I'm not trying to fight with you.

I just don't understand why you're hiding shit from me.

-It was just private. -I'm your boyfriend!

[Wrigley] Hey, guys.

I'm sorry, I gotta piss.

[Evan] Look, I just don't want to see you get hurt, okay?

And I'm sorry, but she doesn't have the very best track record.

So I don't know why you think she'll be different this time.

I don't really need your opinion.

Well, if you don't need my opinion, then why are we even together?

[scoffs]

[♪ somber music playing]

Hey, man.

I need you to take her home.

[Wrigley] Okay.

[scoffs]

[sighs]

I'm not even gonna pretend like I didn't hear all that.

It was so loud.

I think you peed on your shoes.

[Lucy] Okay...

I think it's time for you to do a shot with me.

I think it's time you switched to water.

Sorry. Sorry.

-I got it. I got it. -No, I can--

I got it.

-Why don't I call you a cab? -No, I don't need a fucking cab.

-[Alex] Lucy, come on. Let's go. -I don't--

It's okay. Let's go home.

-Now you want to help. -I'm sorry.

Uh, sorry, man.

You can sit down. I'll just-- I'll get you some water.

God, why is everyone the fucking water police tonight?

[Lucy sighs]

[tap water runs]

You're not okay.

Why are you so scared of that guy, Stephen?

Why do you think I'm scared?

Because I know what that looks like.

[crying]

Yeah, I'm not okay.

But I think you like me like this.

-I don't know what you mean. -Just...

Just admit it.

You like it.

You don't want to be nice to me.

I'm sad.

And a fucking worthless mess.

And you love it.

[♪ "Dramamine" by Modest Mouse playing]

This is how you want me.

It's okay.

[both panting]

[breathing heavily]

I'm not a bad person.

I know you're not.

Please.

♪ Traveling, swallowing Dramamine ♪

♪ Feeling spaced, breathing out Listerine ♪

♪ I'd said what I'd said that I'd tell you ♪

♪ And that you'd killed the better part of me ♪

♪ If you could just milk it for everything ♪

[moans]

♪ I've said what I'd said and you know what I mean ♪

♪ But I still can't focus on anything ♪

♪ We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves ♪

[gasps]

Am I in the wrong here?

I'm sorry.

Can you please just say something?

I think wanting a relationship with your mother is...

like an extremely normal thing for you to want.

Then why is he being like this?

I mean, it's pretty obvious that he-he's threatened

that you're choosing to spend time with her over him.

I knew it. I should have told him sooner.

Jesus Christ. No, Bree, this is on him.

He should be happy that you're fixing things with your mother.

And honestly, it's fucked up that he would block it

just so he could have you in Brooklyn with him.

Yeah, it's fucked up.

Yeah, it is fucked up.

It is fucked up. Honestly, everything is. Like this, right now.

-What do you mean? -Wh-What are you--

I-I asked you two hours ago not to confide in me.

And here you are, you're immediately confiding again.

-I'm-- I was upset. -Yeah, well, it's not really my business

if you're upset or not, right?

Because this, you and me...

it's not a thing.

I don't even know what you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

You know exactly what I'm fucking talking about.

Well, if it isn't a thing...

I don't get why you're so mad at me.

I'm not. I'm mad at everybody.

We're all making terrible decisions!

Evan's acting like a fucking possessive idiot.

And you got back together with him after he cheated.

And you're-- You're fucking-- You're yelling at teenage girls

instead of the fucking 45-year-old creep who traumatized you.

And then we got Lucy walking in with a goddamn drug dealer.

And girls-- Girls are-- Girls are still dating Stephen.

Fucking shit!

Goddamn it. I think-- You know what's crazy?

I think Pippa's the only one who isn't fucking up right now.

She's been, like, the perfect girlfriend, and meanwhile, my dumb ass is over here

just fucking taking her for granted and spending too much time with you.

Well, then don't!

Oh, my God.

[♪ somber music playing]

[sighs]

Bree.

I need to talk to Oliver.

He's not here.

Bree.

[wood creaking]

He's really not here, Bree.

[Bree sighs]

He's staying somewhere else tonight.

And you just sit and wait here

while he's with her?

Do you know that she's 17?

Oh, he didn't tell you that part?

I thought he got off on-- On giving you all the details.

How much did you drink, Bree?

That's not the-- What this is. I'm telling you the truth.

Amanda, she's 17.

Do you know when it started?

-Oh, come on. -At your Christmas party.

The one that he fucked me at in your laundry room.

-Okay, Bree, that's enough. -Well, it wasn't. Not for him.

No, he went after her that same night.

He's dangerous.

He's hurting people.

He's hurting her.

Do you even care?

You've clearly had too much to drink today, Bree.

Stop saying that!

It doesn't matter if I'm fucking drunk!

[sighs] Oh, fuck. Okay.

[clicks tongue]

I'm sorry.

She's 17.

It's not okay.

And how old are you, Bree?

[♪ dramatic music playing]

I'm sorry.

Come here.

[Marianne sighs]

I'm sorry.

-[sobs] -I know, I know.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

[exhales]

I didn't know she was that young.

He's a...

[sighs]

...he's a complicated man.

I mean...

it's more than complicated, I know.

It's just...

[sighs]

It's just gotten all out of hand.

Why don't you leave him?

Can I give you a piece of advice?

It's better to be with someone who loves you

a little more than you love them.

Otherwise, you end up...

going along with things that you never wanted.

He can't keep doing this.

He's really hurting people.

I know.

[laughs]

I think we both need a cup of tea.

I'm gonna put on a kettle.

You okay?

Yeah.

You?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Bree said this thing, um...

She said that the foster home she was in with you was a bad one.

Yeah.

Why was it bad?

We didn't have good people taking care of us.

It was worse for the boys, though.

I should get some sleep, Lucy.

Yeah, I'm gonna get going.

Okay.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[exhales]

[keys jiggling]

[laughs]

What-- What are you-- What are you doing?

You okay?

I-I didn't mean to...

Do you know where you are right now, Lucy?

[gasps] S-Sorry!

Lucy?

[Lucy breathing heavily]

Are you all right?

I don't know.

It was like I was sleepwalking or something.

Did you drink a lot today?

No, no, that's not it. I'm not drunk.

I mean, I was earlier, but not anymore.

I'm just confused...

and nervous, like, all the time.

I can't sleep. I'm...

I keep thinking of--

Of what's gonna happen next instead of just what's happening.

Like, I'm not-- I'm not here.

Do you still feel like he's under your skin?

Yeah.

All the time.

So what do you do about it?

Nothing.

And neither should you.

He wants a reaction.

Anything you do, he'll do something worse.

You just have to let it go, and eventually he'll move on.

So, let him win?

It's not about winning.

I pissed Stephen off the other day.

I lost my temper. And do you know what he did?

He sent nudes of me

from freshman year

to my dad.

What the fuck? That's disgusting.

That's Stephen.

You can't beat him at this.

He'll always find a way to go lower.

He has that fucking tape of me.

That's why you need to do nothing. Don't give him any reason to use it.

I can't. I can't just let him hold this over me forever.

It's making me fucking crazy.

I-I have to find a way to fix this. I have to.

No.

The best thing you can do is nothing.

He wants to have something over you.

He'd rather hold on to it than actually use it.

So, if you don't give him a reason,

he'll probably never actually show anyone.

Listen to me.

You can be the girl whose entire life gets ruined by him,

or you can cut your losses,

lay low,

and eventually be okay.

He's never gonna let me be okay.

He's not gonna stop.

It will be over, eventually.

I promise it will.

But only if you let it.

Only if you let it end.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Hey.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's not.

I-I-I just-- I didn't know who else to call.

Because I wanted to talk to you.

Because you...

you make things better.

And it's confusing.

I think you're making me kind of confused

about how I feel.

I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. -No, stop apologizing.

-I'm sorry. -Stop apologizing.

[♪ "Those to Come" by The Shins playing]

♪ Eyeless in the morning sun you were ♪

♪ Pale and mild, a modern girl ♪

♪ Taken with thought, still prone to care ♪

♪ Making tea in your underwear ♪

♪ You went out in the yard to find ♪

♪ Something to eat and clear your mind ♪

♪ Something bad inside me ♪

♪ Went away ♪

♪ Quaking leaves and broken light ♪

♪ Shifting skin, the coming night ♪

♪ The bearers of all good things arrive ♪

♪ Climb inside us, twist and cry ♪

♪ A kiss on your molten eyes ♪

♪ Myriad lives like blades of grass ♪

♪ Yet to be realized ♪

♪ Bow as we pass ♪

[♪ song fades out]