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- Oh, shit.

Guys.

- Oh, is that Detective Wheeler?

- Why the fuck is she here?

- My phone. She saw your text.

I told you.
- This is it.

We're gonna get arrested.

We're gonna go to prison.
I'll never see Paris.

I'll never get to
experiment in college.

- Okay, everybody, chill.

We're just doing what
teenagers in Bayview do.

We're hanging out
on a boat, okay?

The only thing
making us look guilty

right now are the looks
on your fucking faces.

So pull it together.

- This is some
boat. Whose is it?

- Janae's, Officer.

- It's Detective, actually.

This is a really beautiful boat.

Can I take a look?

I mean, is it actually a boat,
or is it more of a yacht?

- Do you have a warrant?

- A warrant?

I need a warrant to look at
this very impressive boat?

That's interesting.

- It's just because my parents,

they just... they care
about their privacy, so...

- I see.

Well, no, I don't
have a warrant,

but all of you guys out here
in the middle of the night,

worried about a warrant,
maybe I ought to get one.

- Detective, we were
just hanging out

on this beautiful night.

- Well, Cooper,

I got some bad news for you.

That text from Jake is not
actually a text from Jake.

Somebody is playing
games with you.

- Really? You sure?

I was hoping it would
help you find Jake.

- It still might.

We intend to find out
who did write that text.

Maybe he's somebody who
knows where Jake is,

maybe he's somebody who doesn't
want us to keep looking.

In any case, we're
gonna find Jake.

Don't you kids worry about that.

- Now that I know what to
look for, it's obvious.

All of Jake's photos from
Greece were Photoshopped.

He's lying, which
means Giselle is lying.

- What I'm more worried
about is my phone,

what Wheeler might have seen.

- Hey, wasn't her warrant
just to look at Jake's texts?

Was anything else on there?

Could she have looked
at other stuff?

- No, but obviously she did.

Otherwise, how would she have
known to meet us at the marina?

- Okay, okay, so she
saw the text from Janae.

What else was on there? You
delete our texts, right?

Were your location
services turned off?

- Yeah, obviously,
but I don't know.

What if police can, like,
dig into deleted messages?

Or what if she saw a text that
Simon Says sent to my phone?

- No, no, that wouldn't
make any sense to her.

- Depends on what it says.

- What the fuck is
Giselle doing here?

She's on cheer now? She
doesn't even go here.

- Ready?

Okay, listen up, Bayview.

I have major news about
Jake's disappearance.

This morning, someone
sent me a picture

from the night he disappeared.

And guess what was
in that picture.

His car, parked at the edge
of the woods by his house.

- Okay, what if I
did miss an ask?

What if this is my punishment?

- So we are taking our search
for truth into the woods.

Join us tomorrow for...

- Simon Says must've sent it.
- Yep.

- Please, guys,
come and join us.

Those of us that loved
Jake need closure.

Ready? Okay.

Go, Jake!

- Did they just say, "Go, Jake"?

- Yeah.

- Get to class, time for class.

No, no pictures.

No, we're going
to disperse now...

- Hey.
- Hey.

- So this is fucked.

- No more
congregating. Come on.

- They won't find anything.

Did you sleep at all?

- No.

You?
- Nope.

- You should have called.

You could've watched
"Chucky" with me.

- I'm too tired for this.

Maybe we should just go
watch a movie right now.

- I would seriously love to, but

I'm late to meet
Fiona for tutoring.

- Oh.

She's still tutoring
you even after...

- Yeah, yeah.

We worked it all out.

- Okay.

Look, I'll find you later, okay?

Hey, sorry I'm late.
- It's okay.

You were distracted by
Vanessa and her psycho twin.

I don't think you need
the extra session anyway.

Your intuitive
understanding of "Macbeth"

is borderline creepy.

- Oh, thanks.

- But I did want to ask,

when's a good night for
dinner with my parents?

- What?

- Feels like the
logical next step.

Unless that kiss didn't
mean anything to you,

and you're just a fuckboy,
like everyone says.

- No, I...

- I'm messing with
you, Macauley.

It was just a kiss.

- Jesus, Fiona.

- You're too easy.

- I've been called worse.

- But let me know when
you want to kiss me again

'cause I'd be down.

- Hey, this search is bad.

I mean, first I thought
Vanessa was a joke,

but now I'm not so sure.

- First the picture of Jake,
then the watch, now this.

Not to mention broadcasting
Giselle and all of her lies.

- Damn it.
- What now?

- I have this big meeting
today that I need to be on for,

but I'm so tired I can
barely see straight,

and just worried
about this Wheeler,

Simon Says, Vanessa
triangle from hell.

- Don't forget Giselle.

It's really more of
this square of doom.

- Oh, thanks, Addy.

- Yeah.
- Really helps.

- This was inside your locker?

- Simon Says is
here, at the school.

- I think it's Giselle.
She's here today.

- Yeah, if that's
even her real name.

Look at this.

Her pictures matched
eight different profiles,

but none of them
live in California,

and none of them
are named Giselle.

- Amy Lowell, Melissa Yarrow.

That's so weird.

- Okay, so she's shady as hell,

but does that mean
that she's Simon Says?

- No, but the way she's
fucking with me might.

Lying about being with
Jake and the cheer uniform?

She's literally trying
to steal my life.

- Addy, Simon Says
isn't only about you.

The mask was in my locker,
the police had my phone,

the watch was on my wrist.

- I hate to break
it to both of you.

Simon Says is fucking
with all of us.

- Think about it.

We know she was not
in Greece with Jake,

but the things she
said about him,

I think she really loved him,
which means she has motive.

- Or maybe she's just
a really good liar.

- Or maybe I'm
right, and if I am,

when you combine the
fact that she has motive

with the mounting evidence
that she's completely insane,

I think it says Simon Says.

- Speaking of completely insane.

- Tell your friends.

Do you want to come
search for the truth?

It's very important.

Hey, hon, do you want
to come tomorrow?

We're gonna have a
search party for Jake.

Tell everyone about it.

- Vanessa, that is enough.

There will be no more
fanning the flames of trauma

on school property.

And there are no visitors
allowed on campus.

You need to leave. And
you can come to my office.

- Giselle, you don't have to go.

Giselle, Giselle.

- This is still
happening, by the way.

- No, I don't think so.

- There's no reason why
Giselle should have to go.

- Addy, where are you going?

- I'm finding out the truth.

Hey! Hey, Giselle!

- Hey, Addy, what's up?

- I know you're lying.

I know you and Jake
weren't in Greece.

- What do you mean?

- Just tell me the truth.

Did you even know Jake at all,

or is everything that comes out
of your mouth a complete lie?

- Okay.

I know it must be
really hard to find out

that your boyfriend
was actually in love

with somebody else,
but at a certain point,

you're gonna have
to face the facts.

I met Jake over the
summer in Greece.

- You're lying.

- He fucked me in Mykonos.

He fucked me in Santorini.

And we didn't fuck in
Crete, I don't think,

but he did go down on me.

He didn't love you, Addy.

He didn't even like you.

- What did she say?
- What did you say?

- Addy.
- What does it say?

Oh.

- Hold this.

Hey, I'm gonna need
to borrow that.

Whoo!

- Addy, what you did
was violent and illegal.

- It's not what you
think, Principal Gupta.

I didn't want to.
I just... I had to.

- What do you mean, had to?

- Principal Gupta, I don't
know if you have ever been

falsely accused of murder
only to learn were framed

by your sociopathic boyfriend,

but it's not something
you just get over.

And then to have the girl
your asshole boyfriend

was cheating on you with
flaunt her relationship

with him all over the town.

I mean, how is Addy
supposed to feel?

- Mom.

- Whether Giselle Ward
had a relationship

with Jake Riordan
is not relevant.

This is about
destruction of property.

You're lucky the
police aren't here.

Giselle has chosen
not to press charges.

I don't know why.

- Probably because
she doesn't want

to tell the police
her real name.

- Addy, I think it would
be best if you stayed home

for the rest of the week.

- Am I suspended?

- I think you could use
the time to cool down.

And I'm gonna recommend
you take a look

at this, Ms. Prentiss.

Addy's cries for help have
been getting louder and louder,

and I want to make sure she
gets the help she needs.

- Thank you for your concern.

I want to assure you that
I'm not taking this lightly.

I will make sure she
gets the help she needs

and the punishment she deserves.

Let's go.

So did it feel good?

I bet it felt good.
- What?

- Smashing that bitch's car.

- Actually, yeah.

- I'm impressed, baby.

I didn't think
you had it in you.

- Hey.
- What?

- Sorry.
- No worries, see you later.

- Whoa.

What?

- Addy just got suspended.

This is getting worse and worse.

- She got off easy, okay?

At least she didn't
get arrested.

- Wait.

Why are you being weird?

- Weird?

- Yeah, you're,
like, avoiding me.

I thought we were okay.

I mean, I thought we were good.

- Sorry, I just, um...

I got a Simon Says
message. It's bad.

- Was it to kiss someone else?
- No, no, no.

Simon Says he wants
me to steal cash

from the register at Victor's
and leave it in a bag

out the back by the dumpster.

- How much cash?
- All of it.

Tonight.

I'm still on probation
from possession charges.

If I get caught, I'm
going back to jail.

- I can give you the cash, so
you don't have to steal it.

- No, you can't fix
this for me, Bronwyn.

- Maybe we can plant a camera,

catch Simon Says
picking up the cash.

- Yeah.

It's worth a try.

Way to find the
silver lining, Rojas.

- Everyone's favorite time.

Mid-term projects,
essays, due next week.

No extensions, no excuses.

On my desk Monday morning.

Any questions?

Good.

If you do have any questions,

office hours this Thursday,
2:00 to 4:00 p.m. after school.

- Bathroom.

Follow me!

This one. What am
I even looking for?

Oh, my God, I got it.

- What is it?

Put this in study
lab computer 12.

Oh, my God, how much
time do we have?

- Three minutes.

- Fuck!

- What the hell!

Sorry!

Breathe. Let's go.

Okay, plug it in.
- Is this a good idea?

- Too late.

I'm gonna try to run a trace.

Nothing is happening.

- Oh, harder, daddy!

Punish me, daddy!

- Looking for
hotties in your area?

- Yeah, you like it rough?

You like it rough like that?

- Harder, daddy.

- Maeve, Maeve, Maeve.

How do we stop it? I
don't know how to stop it.

- What the hell is going on?

- I'm gonna ride you.

- I'm a bad little pony.

Giddyap!

- I was just trying to open
my history essay, I swear.

I'll have to double check,
but I'm fairly certain

the history of
adult entertainment

is not in the syllabus.

Ms. Rojas.

- It was me. It
was a stupid prank.

- Whoa, no, no, Maeve had
nothing to do with it.

That's a very nice gesture.

- I'm serious.

- Between the two of you, Janae,

you're the one with the history.

The song at Simon's dedication.

- Yeah, the "Fuck You" song?

- Listen, I know it's been a
rough year for both of you.

- Well, there's
an understatement.

- But, Janae, your behavior has
been increasingly disruptive,

and I worry you're
having a negative effect

on other students.

You and Addy Prentiss have
been spending time together,

haven't you?

And just today,

she vandalized a
visiting student's car.

- I don't see how
that's my fault.

- I see a disturbing pattern.

And I'm starting to
wonder if Bayview is

the right environment for you.

- What?
- Are you kicking me out?

- I'll be calling your parents
to discuss their options.

I just want what's
best for you, Janae.

- Your arm is taking you places,

and we at Marucci want
to go there with you.

But we're not just
interested in your fastball.

Who
is Cooper Clay?

- Sorry. Did you want
me to answer that?

- No, I don't.

What I see is a gay, Black,
fine as hell young man

who had the courage to
break out of the box,

add the fact you're
the victim of an inept

and unjust murder investigation.

The campaign writes itself.
- It does?

- We want to
capture the real you

living your day-to-day life.

All you have to do is wear
Marucci while you're doing it.

The numbers don't lie.

The people want to
see you dominating

on the pitcher's mound,
but they also want to see

you living your full life.

Pics you've posted
with your boyfriend

have more user engagement than
pictures of you playing ball.

Maybe you and him
both wear Marucci.

- Sorry, does Chris have...

- I thought this
was about baseball,

not his personal life, Arrow.

- Here, our starting offer.

And the number grows
as Cooper's star grows.

That's a good number.

- I'll get you a
contract to look at.

- See?

- So he gave you both
the same necklace?

- Yes.

Jake gave it to me when
he came back from Greece,

said it was one of a kind.

- Well, Jake was a fucking liar,

and we've established that.

- But it also proves
that I'm right.

Giselle knew him.

They were together,
maybe not in Greece,

but somewhere.

And she's probably the one

who helped him fake
all those pictures.

- I mean, yeah, Simon
Says is good with tech.

- Right? It fits.

Guys, Giselle is a psycho
who was in love with Jake,

and now she wants to torture us
because of what we did to him.

Doesn't the timing of my Simon
Says text seem suspicious?

Like, I confront her, ask
her to tell the truth,

and then Simon Says
fuck up her car?

- But why would Giselle want
you to fuck up her own car?

- Because she knows
we're onto her.

She's trying to throw us off.

- Okay, but why make us put
porn on school computers?

- I don't know, Bronwyn.
To humiliate Janae?

Like I said, she's psycho.

- That's not enough.

- But Evan hooking
up with Vanessa

was enough to look into him.

- She is the best lead we have.

- Thank you, Nate.

We have to find out
where she's staying,

and then we can look for
proof while her and Vanessa

are doing the
search party thing.

- I do not think that
breaking into her hotel room

right after breaking into
her car is the best idea.

- Do you have a better one?

- Okay.

Well, when you think
of one, let me know.

And in the meantime,
I'm gonna find out

where she's staying,

and I'm gonna stop
her once and for all.

Ah!

- Janae!

- Dad?

Hey, you said your
flight was delayed.

- Well, they put
me on another one.

- Well, then you
could have texted

because you scared
the shit out of us.

- I know. I can see that.

What's...

What's going on?

- Study group.
- Study group.

- Well, it's time for
your friends to leave.

We've got a few
things to talk about.

- I know what you're gonna say.

You're disappointed in me,
and you're worried about me.

I'm obviously having
trouble coping,

so maybe I should
be on new meds.

Anything else?

- Your mom and I have decided
to take you out of Bayview

and enroll you in prep
school next semester.

We think a more disciplined
environment will help you.

- You think that, or
Gupta thinks that?

- We all do. It's
for the best.

- That is bullshit, Dad.

You left me here to
take care of myself in,

like, the worst year of my life,

and now you think that you
have the right to decide

what's best for me, for my life?

You don't.
- Janae.

- No, you don't know me.

- The fuck are you doing here?

- I need to talk to
you about Giselle.

I don't trust her.

- Yeah, no shit. I saw
what you did to her car.

- You saw?

- Yeah, Vanessa's Instagram.

- You don't understand.

I think there's something
she's not telling us.

I think she knows more
than she's letting on.

Maybe about where Jake is.

- I thought you didn't
care about that.

- Please, Cole, just tell
me what you know about her.

- Okay, look, here's all I know.

Giselle is not who
she says she is.

Okay, Jake isn't a cheater.

Jake loves you.

The girl is a liar.

She is unhinged, okay? You
need to stay away from her.

- I don't...

- She could be dangerous, Addy.

- Dangerous?
- Forget about her.

I mean it.

Okay, I will...

I'll take care of her.

- Cole.

- Coop.

- Damn, wait.

- Wait, Chris?

God, you scared
the hell out of me.

What are you doing here?

- Boo, I didn't even
want to text this to you.

I don't know if I'm
paranoid, but it really feels

like that cop lady hacked
the phone or some shit.

- What are you talking about?

- That detective came to
see me today at my dorm.

- Wait, Wheeler?

- Yeah, and she knew shit.

Like, she knew that you were
over at my place on Halloween.

She knows that you're lying
about us being together.

Coop, it feels like she
read through our texts.

- She had my phone.

Okay, because of this...

- Sweetie, I came
here to let you know

there's something
going on with her.

I don't want to
hear nothing else.

- Okay.

Well, thank you for telling me.

- Yeah.

- And I need you to
do something for me.

- Of course, anything.

- Cooper, you have to
admit that we broke up.

All right, put it on
your social media,

whatever, but it's
been way too much

for me since your little
Tom Prestin interview.

Like, I was having lunch
the other day with a friend,

a dude, and some nosy-ass queen

gets up all up in my face
talking about how cold it is

that I'm stepping out on you.

Like, girl, you better
get out my face.

I will fight you.

I can't.
- I'm sorry.

You don't deserve that.

Were you just having
lunch, or was it...

- Stop.
- Like, a date?

- No, it doesn't matter.

We're not together.

But no, no, it wasn't no date.

You know how hard it is
to get a date out here

when everybody thinks I'm half
of baseball's most woke couple?

I don't even like
baseball, Coop.

- I'll set it straight.

I will.

- Thank you.

- You know, every time
I've envisioned the future,

the two things I was sure about,

I mean, really,
really sure about,

were baseball and you.

I just wish I could go
back and make things right.

- Me too.

I gotta go.

Goodbye, Coop.

- Hey.

- What's up there, kiddo?

Come here.

Listen.

Looking over this contract,
it's a lot of money.

It's non-exclusive.

It's what we've
been working for.

- What if I can't do it, Dad?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, do what this
Arrow guy's asking me to do,

show off my perfect life
and my perfect boyfriend?

It's too much.

- Hold on. Just, easy.

I mean, what are
you talking about?

- I can't talk to you, Dad.

You don't want to know
about my actual life.

- No, no, no, that's unfair.
- I agree.

- All right.

I think I've been
doing pretty damn good,

you know, working with something

that's difficult for me.

- I know.

We don't have to go there.

- Hold on. Just
give me a second.

Come on.

Well, maybe we do.

Yeah, something is
going on with you.

I mean, your game is slipping.

- There's just a lot going on.

- Okay. Well, I
want to do better.

Come on. Talk to me.

Tell me what's up.

- Um...

Kris and I, we broke up.

And I know you're gonna be
mad because I can't use him

as a part of my new
image and the campaign

and all your big plans.

- I don't give a
damn about that.

Son, I am not mad at you.

We'll figure something out.

- I'll do everything I can to
get my pitching back in form.

And if there are sponsors
that want to work with me

for baseball, then I'm all in.

- Good.

That's good.

I'm sorry you're in pain, son.

- Thanks.

- You're right.

- About what?

- Giselle is the
best lead we have.

I want to help you figure
out where she's staying.

Every motel, hotel,
and bed and breakfast

in a 15-mile radius.

And snacks.

Hi, could I have
Giselle Ward's room?

Hmm, maybe she booked it under
Melinda Yarrow or Amy Lowell.

Hello?

It's not working.

- Wait, Bronwyn, I
think I found something.

- What?

- Okay, Vanessa's post, right?

If you go right... there!

See that on the dash?

It's a parking pass.

Oceanside Motel.

- Holy shit.

Holy shit, Addy, you did it.

- What are you doing
behind the bar?

- Take-out order.

Just wanted to have it ready

for when the car
is pulled around.

- Good thinking.

Now hurry up.

Glad to have you on the team.

- Thanks, Victor.

- Nate?

What are you doing out here?

- Just getting some air.

- Table seven's looking for you.

- Table seven, yeah, yeah.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

Fiona.

I can't.

- You sure?

I'm sorry.

- It's because of
Bronwyn, isn't it?

It's okay, really.

Probably best not to mix
business and pleasure, anyway.

- You should get back.

- Right.

Table seven.

- I can't believe I lost that
camera down the sewer drain.

- It's okay.

- There she is.

Room 21.

Oh, my God, is that...

- TJ?

- What is she doing with him?

- That's not suspicious at all.

Looking pretty smitten, though.

- Whoa.

- Yeah, he's really got a thing
for Jake's sloppy seconds, huh?

- Okay, I find the
term "sloppy seconds"

wildly degrading,

But yeah, he does have a type.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

- Yes, come on.

So here we are.

- Here we are.

- Where should we start?

- Um, you look in the drawers.

I do the laptop.

- Okay, my little truth seekers,

we are gonna line up
and search in a grid,

you know, like they do on TV.

And remember, if
you see something,

say something.

Let's go.

- Yeah, once we get in there,
I'll keep eyes on Vanessa.

I'll run interference in
case she sees something,

but you, you stay on Giselle.

- Yeah.

- Leaving that
countdown on your phone

might have been a big
mistake for Simon Says

because I might be able
to use the data from it

to figure out where the
messages are coming from.

It's just gonna take a while.

- Well, that's good because
I'm not going anywhere.

Pretty sure I'm
grounded for life.

- I mean, your parents
wouldn't really take you

out of Bayview, would they?

- Maybe if it was
just Simon's grave

or just the porn,

but the combo has
them pretty resolute.

They think I need saving.

Trying to make me into a clone,

but I don't fit in
somewhere like this.

I barely fit in here.

- Hey.

Nothing...

and nobody...

could ever make
you into a clone.

Okay?
- Okay.

- And on the bright side,

you look

extremely handsome.

- Why are you following me?

We're all going
in the same direction.

- Bullshit.

You've been watching
me this whole time.

You here to finish what
you started with my car?

- I actually... I
came to apologize.

- Oh, you're sorry now.

- Yeah.

The truth is, I
didn't want to do it.

But I just do what I'm told.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- You tell me.

You know what, I can
pay for the damages,

but what name should
I make it out to?

Melinda Yarrow or Amy Lowell?

- You know what, Addy?

You're really starting
to piss me off.

And believe me, that
doesn't end well for you.

- Any luck?
- No.

You?

- No, I can't believe
what I'm about to say,

but we should have
brought Maeve.

- I don't know, I kind of...

I kind of like being alone
in a motel room with you.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Except when I pictured it...

it had a heart-shaped bed,

silk sheets, rose petals.

- I had no idea you
were such a romantic.

- Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Housekeeping!

- Um, I'm in the shower!

Can you come back later?

- Sure.

- Yeah.

That was close.

- Nate, why won't you kiss me?

- The truth?

- Please.

- I've fucked up a lot,

and it never really
mattered before

because I didn't have
anything to lose.

But with you...

with you, I have
something to lose.

And that scares
the shit out of me.

- All those horror films.

And this is what scares you?

Just close your eyes.

I'll let you know when
the scary part is over.

- Fucking Rojas.

- Macauley.

- Nate, wait...
Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- No, look.

- You guys!

I found something!

Vanessa!

- Don't touch it.

- Oh, my fucking God.

You guys, it's a
motherfucking bullet casing.

- It's the bag I left for
Simon Says last night.

- Giselle is Simon Says.

- She had the money I left.

She's definitely Simon Says.

- I fucking knew it.

She probably left
the bullet casings

she supposedly found
in the woods too

to torture us more.

- We can only hope.

- Either way, the bullet
casing doesn't matter

because we don't have
the body or the gun.

We got rid of both of those.
- Exactly.

- Oh, my God, Janae,
you did not have

to come through the window.

- You know when you're grounded,

you sneak out, not in, right?

- Well, I also snuck out.

- Guys, we have all
the proof we need.

All that matters now
is stopping Giselle.

- We can't go to the
police with what we have

because that would
mean that we tell them

we killed Jake
and covered it up.

- The only way to end this is
to confront Giselle ourselves.

- And what exactly are
you proposing, Addy?

We go to her house,
knock on her door,

tell her ewe know she's
Simon Says, and then what,

ask her to please stop
making us do crazy shit?

- Oh, my God, I think I got it.

- Got what?

- Well, I've been
trying to figure out

where the Simon Says
messages are coming from,

but it turns out that
they're being routed through,

like, a million VPNs, so
it's almost impossible

to get a geographical read.

But I think I did just figure
out how to send messages

back through the same path.

- What does that mean?

- We can send messages
to Simon Says.

- Is that a good idea?

- Are we sure this is safe?

- Are you serious?

This could finally
give us the upper hand.

- We should think about it.

- Yeah, I don't think
it's safe, to be honest.

- I mean, we could try it.
- What would we even say?

- I don't know.

- Did it.

- You did what?

- I sent Simon Says a message.

- Maeve, that's not
how we do things here.

We actually talk to
each other before we...

- What did you say?

- I told her we know who she is.

Now we wait to see
if she responds.

- That's the plan? Wait
to see if she responds?

Amazing. This is crazy.

- Uh, no, letting her
control you is crazy.

This is smart.

- Well, I guess it worked.

- Oh, my God, you guys,
this is Giselle's car.

- She really is Simon Says.

- So what if this is a trap
or she tries to hurt us?

- There's six of
us and one of her.

- If she wanted to hurt
us, she could have.

If she wanted to turn
us in, she could have.

It's time we figure
out what she does want

and put an end to this.

- I've got pepper spray, so...

- Maeve.
- Guys, over here.

Wait...

Hello?

Hello?

Giselle, I know
you're Simon Says!

Come out!

- Giselle?

Where are you?

Enough of this shit.

- Where is she?

- Wait, guys, where is Addy?

- I thought she was
right behind us.

- Addy?
- Was that her?

- Addy!

- Addy!
- Addy!

- Addy!

- Oh, my God.

No.

- Cooper?

- Oh, you're okay.

- Addy, what happened?

- I don't know.

- Wait, guys. Who is that?

- It's Giselle.

- Did she fall?

- Or jump?