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- School is back in session,

and you know what that means.

I think there's something wrong with this.

Help!

- Simon's dead.

- They think one of us did it.

- What Simon did off-campus was his business.

- You read my post this morning?

- So you guys really do have some kind of Murder Club?

That's what everyone's calling it on Instagram.

- I trusted them because they're the only ones

who know what I'm going through.

- Especially Nate.

- Can't we just wake up from this nightmare?

It'll dissolve as soon as you put it in water.

I told you, nothing to tie me to any of this.

- I guess I shouldn't have recorded

all of our conversations then, dumbass.

- He knows we're on to him, and he's not gonna hold on

to that Xbox forever.

- Get the Xbox out of here! - Addy!

- They want us to believe that during Jake's Halloween party,

he just decides to run away.

He would have never fled to Mexico without telling me.

- You said we'd go back to normal.

We were not each other's normal.

- What the fuck? - Who the fuck?

- So we all got the same message?

- "Simon says do what I say, or...

or everyone will know what you did."

- So we're fucked. - We don't know that.

We don't even know what this means.

- It seems to mean someone knows what we did.

- But we didn't do anything.

Jake killed Simon and ran away to Mexico, right?

Right?

- Um...

Okay, Addy.

- What? That's what happened.

- Addy's right.

Yeah, we stick to the story, all right?

Somebody's probably just messing with us.

- Exactly. Vanessa's been spreading those rumors.

She's probably just trying to frame us.

- How the fuck do we get $5,000 by 11:00?

- We can't do it, because if we do,

we're admitting we have something to hide.

- What if someone actually does know?

We should go and see who comes looking for the cash,

know who we're dealing with.

- We're not doing anything.

Jake is in Mexico,

and we're going back to normal.

Like we said.

It's over.

- I agree.

Look, I need this shit to be done.

I have a life to get back to.

- You don't think I want this to be over?

Obviously, I do,

but if someone knows what we did,

it's not exactly up to us.

Nate?

- They're right.

Bronwyn, we shouldn't do this.

Look, my charges for Simon's murder

are officially being dropped today.

Let's let this nightmare end.

- Fine.

I really hope you guys are right.

- Aw, they didn't invite you

to their little Murder Club meeting?

Well, there's plenty of room in my army,

if you want to come fight the good fight.

I have a feeling you could be very useful, Maeve.

- Okay. Besties, get this.

Ever since Jake "ran off to Mexico,"

Murder Club has been totally avoiding each other,

like, to a suspicious degree.

Even Bronwyn and Maeve, who we all know

were doing that good girl/bad boy thing,

haven't been seen together.

But today, who did I see huddled up in the parking lot

looking extremely guilty?

Murder Club.

And they've added a new member:

Simon Kelleher's little sidekick, Janae.

Try to tell me that's not weird.

- Um, well, I can't, 'cause that is so weird.

- Exactly.

So why are Bayview's Most Wanted

meeting again?

Have they realized their cover-up can't last forever?

Jake's own brother has told me

he thinks the police got it wrong.

The Riordans hired some CIA-level private investigators

to look for him in Mexico,

and they still haven't found anything.

And you guys know I love Jake,

but I played hide-and-seek with him as a kid,

and let me tell you, that boy,

easy to find.

Bronwyn, I was just telling my followers

about your Murder Club meeting,

now featuring Janae.

Fascinating.

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

- Is that a denial?

I have witnesses, including your little sister.

- Back the fuck off, Vanessa.

We're not playing your stupid game.

- Okay, um, this is not a game.

This is a movement,

and we're onto something, army.

It's, um... it's Evan, right?

You and Bronwyn used to fuck?

Not quite.

- But you know her pretty well?

- Well, I thought I did, yeah, but I was wrong.

- Wrong as in you didn't realize she was a cheater,

a liar, and a murderer?

- I don't think she's a murderer.

- Aw, Evan, you used to not think

she was a cheater and a liar.

You should tell the world the truth about her.

- I'd actually rather never speak about her again, okay?

I'm moving on.

- If it were me and my ex dumped me for a drug dealer

and possibly killed someone,

I'd want to talk about it.

Hey, trust me, Evan.

Talking shit is so much more fun

than being the bigger person.

- Um...

Can I think about it? - Mm-hmm.

- Hmm.

- Bye, Evan.

- Hey.

Are you okay? - I'm good.

- Really?

Look, you don't need to pretend when it's just us, okay?

Janae, I'm not pretending.

I'm moving on.

Simon Says is bullshit,

and I'm going back to normal.

- Right.

It just doesn't seem super healthy.

- Because you're an expert?

I have to go.

- That was a good time.

Listen, need to talk to you about something.

I got a call today.

It kind of took me by surprise.

- What's wrong?

- The rep from Marucci wants to meet.

Talking about sponsorship.

Wait, ser...

Wait, seriously? - Seriously.

- This is what we've been working for.

- Oh, that was messed up.

Oh...

I thought...

I don't know what I thought, but it wasn't good.

- Yeah, it's been a while since we had some good news.

Now that that Simon stuff is behind you,

things are looking up.

- Yeah. Yeah, I hope so.

- No, I know so.

This guy is talking about you

like you're the future of baseball.

No, he says the game needs a younger audience.

Brands are hungry for somebody

who can talk to Black kids, gay kids...

You know, a whole new generation.

You can be that role model.

- Mm.

What would I have to do?

- Well, you're already on the field.

You know, you just gotta serve up the pitch.

You start working on your social media.

You know, share more of yourself.

He's talking about your friend Kris.

Maybe you invite him to a game...

get him on your 'Gram.

- Seriously?

So now it's...

Now it's good that I'm gay?

You want me to... You want me to flaunt it

'cause it's good for my brand? - Hey, hey.

This ain't how I thought things were gonna play out, okay?

Coming to California was an investment in you.

We gotta start seeing a return sooner than later.

- It's a lot of pressure.

- Being great always is,

but it's up to you if you're gonna crack under that pressure

or you're gonna rise.

- Hey.

You okay?

- I'm not gonna crack.

- Jesus!

Mom, can you knock?

- I did, many times.

- I didn't hear you.

- Can't imagine why.

So your principal called.

Your teachers say you stopped participating.

Addy, you handed in a blank test in math today.

- I didn't know the answers.

- You could have at least guessed.

- You're right. I'm sorry.

I've been a little distracted since my boyfriend

framed me for murder and ran away to Mexico.

I'll try to raise my hand a bit more.

- So you think it's true that he's in Mexico?

- I don't know.

- Have you heard from him?

- No, Mom.

You think I wouldn't say something if I knew anything?

- Lately, you haven't been saying anything

about anything.

So I don't know.

- I have to do my homework.

- Babe, we're talking.

- I thought you wanted me to participate in school more.

- You can't avoid talking to me forever.

- Can you please close the door?

- Nate, baby, you're home!

- What's going on?

- We're celebrating

your charges being dropped.

Grab a glass.

Aw, shit.

Don't worry, your dad's gone to get more.

- Yeah, I thought you were trying to help him get clean.

- I am.

This is a special occasion.

You're exonerated.

- Yeah, no thanks to you.

- What does that mean?

- Nothing. Look, um...

Ellen, it's over, so you can go home now.

- I am home, baby.

I want to be here for you.

We can be a family again.

- You wanted me to sign a deal to go to jail for four years.

- Well, four years is better than life.

I thought it was the best option.

- You thought I did it! - Nathaniel, come on!

- Look, we both know you're gonna leave again eventually,

so do me a fucking favor and get it over with.

- I am trying to do the right thing here.

I am staying.

- Then I'll leave.

- Well, how you gonna do that? - I'll figure it out.

- Yeah? What are you gonna do?

You gonna go sell some drugs again?

But then how will you pretend you're better than us?

- No, I already asked you that one.

Oh, here's one.

Who is your greatest role model?

- Sonia Sotomayor,

the first woman of color on the Supreme Court.

- B, you saw that Nate's charges got dropped today?

- Yep, I heard. - Yeah.

Well, that Tom Preston guy...

You know, the "TMZ" wannabe...

He, like, reported on it, and it's going viral.

- Maeve, please stop distracting her.

- What? I'm helping.

If she could focus on what she wants

to get out of her time at Yale while I tell her

about the Internet falling in love with Nate,

she's gonna kill her interview tomorrow.

- And how the fuck do we get $5,000 by 11:00?

Bronwyn.

Bronwyn?

Why is Yale your top choice?

- Um, sorry.

The first time I saw Yale's campus, I was five years old...

- This is insane.

He literally has his own hashtag, #HotAndlnnocent?

I mean, I guess it's, like, accurate, but...

- Quiet or out.

- I guess what I'm trying to say...

- Don't say "I guess."

You want to project confidence.

- Actually, I think I should go to bed.

I don't want to be tired for the interview tomorrow.

- Good idea.

We can always go over more questions at breakfast.

- Thank you.

- Mm, you're gonna do great.

- Buenas noches.

What the fuck are you doing here?

- I could ask you the same thing, Bronwyn,

but I guess I don't have to, considering you're doing

exactly what we all promised we wouldn't do.

- Yeah, so are you. - Not true.

You're here to catch Simon Says in the act.

I'm here to catch you in the act.

- Okay, so you caught me.

What now?

Well, I guess I'd tell you to go home,

and you'd tell me no, and I'd realize

how much of an idiot I was

to try and stop you in the first place.

- That sounds about right.

How'd you even know I was here?

- Because I know you, Rojas.

I saw your face when you got overruled.

I knew you weren't gonna let this go.

- Well, I'm sorry I'm the only one

that wants to figure out who's doing this to us.

- Can you consider for a second

that maybe you don't always know what's best?

- You're still mad at me that I bailed you out.

If you had signed that plea deal...

- If I had signed that plea deal,

maybe I wouldn't have been in the woods that night.

Maybe none of us would have been.

- Yeah, and Jake would be walking free

and you'd be taking the fall for all of it.

Is that better?

We need to put the Xbox back in his room

and tip the police off

and hope the evidence is on it.

We should also put the gun back.

- Cooper, you and Addy are the only ones

that can be seen at that party.

Can you go back there?

- Yeah. Yeah, I can do it.

I'll go with you.

That way, we both have an alibi.

- I'll get rid of his car.

And then you and Janae get rid of the body.

And we never talk about this ever again.

We aren't seen together.

We go back to normal.

- I don't know, Bronwyn.

Maybe.

Maybe it would have been better than what we did.

Maybe it would have been better than seeing you like that.

You were so...

- So what?

- In control.

Methodical. You...

We killed someone, and you treated covering it up

like it was a fucking homework assignment.

- I was protecting you.

All of us.

That's what I'm doing right now.

- You're fucking up your life for me.

I don't want that.

I'm supposed to be the criminal, not you.

- You want me to give up on you, but I won't.

- Bronwyn, just stop.

- If someone finds out what we did,

I'm scared that you're gonna take the fall for all of it,

and they'll say that you framed Jake for Simon's murder

and that you killed him so he couldn't defend himself.

- You think I don't know that?

You think I don't see how all this plays out?

- Then why don't you care?

- Oh, shit, Bronwyn.

- Shit. Did you see anyone?

- You put paper instead of money?

- Addy!

Look what came for you.

Looks like you have an admirer.

- What is it? - I don't know.

I was on my way out, and it was on the porch.

Well, open it!

- What's wrong? What is it?

- Nothing.

Nothing. It's just a prank.

A vibrator, probably from Vanessa.

She's been such a bitch about me not having a boyfriend,

saying that I deserve to die alone and that

- all because Jake... - Okay.

That is just not true.

Jake wasn't the only fish in the sea.

And as it turns out, he was a shark.

Or, I don't know, what's worse than a shark?

A killer whale?

- I don't know.

- Look, all I'm trying to say

is that you are gonna get back on your feet soon.

I know it, and in the meantime,

there is nothing embarrassing about a vibrator.

- Mom, I'm not embarrassed.

I just don't want to talk about Jake.

I have to get dressed.

- Okay.

Don't be late.

- We have to get rid of his body.

- What?

Bronwyn, no.

- How?

- We should dump him in the ocean.

My parents have a boat. - You can't be serious!

What about his family? They deserve to know...

- That their son was insane and a murderer?

Yes.

- Bronwyn, I meant to say they deserve to know

what happened to their son.

- Are you willing to trade our lives for that?

Because that's what we'd be doing.

Is he worth that?

Janae, we need to talk.

- I thought we weren't doing that.

Look, I'm sorry

I've been shitty, but I really need your help.

- With what? - We fucked up.

We should've done the money thing.

Whoever Simon Says is, they're serious.

They know about that night. - How do you know?

- They sent me the gun.

- Addy, it's in there?

- I didn't know what to do with it.

- Oh, my God, so you... You brought it to school?

- I couldn't leave it at home.

What if Simon Says tipped the cops off?

- Okay, I... give it to me. I will get rid of it.

- How? - I will figure something out.

You go inside and you act normal.

- Normal? - You can do it.

You've tricked everyone for this long.

- Thank you.

Okay.

- We have to think about how this looks.

- It was self-defense. - Okay, we know this.

But if we call the cops, how can we prove that?

- They'll have the Xbox. They'll have the evidence.

They'll know that Jake killed Simon

and that he was gonna kill us.

- And he was a fucking psycho.

- We don't know what was on the Xbox.

- We know that Jake was talking to Simon.

- We don't know what he said.

What if it's not enough?

There's too much we don't know.

We have to be smart.

Protect ourselves.

Fuck this.

- I want us to look at your charges being dropped

as a new chapter for you.

How does that sound?

- Sure. - Great.

So how are we gonna make your senior year successful?

- Aren't you supposed to tell me that?

- Okay, for starters,

you're failing English and history.

If you fail either one,

you won't have enough credits to graduate.

- Since when did you care?

- Look, your story has captured a lot of attention.

People are watching you,

and that means people are watching me.

The events of this year have not made Bayview look good,

so let's turn this thing around together.

What do you say?

- What do I have to do?

- You have to pass your classes.

I'm assigning you a peer tutor.

Do you know Fiona Jennings?

- Yeah, yeah, she's the...

She's the one that stabbed her teacher

at her old school, right?

- I think you of all people would take

what Simon had to say with a grain of salt.

- Hey, I was just asking.

- Fiona deserves a clean slate.

Just like you.

She's had a hard start here, but she's very smart.

- Um...

Yeah, yeah.

Um, whatever. I'll do it.

Can I go? - Yes.

- All right, cool. - Great.

Fiona Jennings. - Yeah.

- Thank you.

- No, there are no cameras. - We just need to figure out

who dropped it off... - I know, but...

- And then we can go from there.

- Yo, yo. What'd I miss?

- The gun.

Simon Says sent Addy the gun,

which is proof that they know what we did.

- It's because we didn't do the big money drop.

That's what the "big mistake" text meant.

- Okay. Where is it now?

- I took care of it.

- What does that mean?

- It means I threw it in the fucking ocean.

Okay, Bronwyn? It's gone.

- How did someone get it in the first place?

I thought you two locked it in Jake's safe.

- We did lock it in Jake's safe.

- So someone saw you?

- I didn't think so, but... - I think they must have.

- Maybe. - Okay, okay.

So Simon Says was at the party.

- And they have access to the safe.

- And knew we were all there too.

- Kris... he was the only person

that knew we were all going to the party.

Do you think he could've told someone or...

- No, no. Absolutely not.

He would not do that.

But I can ask him. - Okay, good.

And then we make a list of everyone who went to the party

and everyone who could access his safe.

That's how we figure out who Simon Says is.

- And until then, we need to do whatever they say.

If they had the gun, then who knows

what other evidence they have on us?

- Why didn't you tell them we were there last night?

- What's the point?

We couldn't figure anything out.

The point is

is that we're supposed to be in this together.

- Really? Because last I checked,

you were all about going back to our separate lives.

- No, that's what you decided was best.

But now... - But now, everyone else thinks

we should play the game too,

which is exactly what I said yesterday.

And you're skipping over the part where I was right

and going straight to the part where I'm a shitty person.

- Okay, that's not what I said.

- I can't do this right now, Nate.

I'm about to walk into my Yale interview,

and in the spirit of not fucking up my life for you,

I should probably try and figure out

how I'm gonna get through it when all I can think about

is Simon Says.

- You'll be just fine.

You always are, right?

- She's ready for you.

But don't worry.

She's chill.

Doesn't seem like the type

to bring up your cheating scandal

or the whole murder suspect thing.

- For my father, as an immigrant,

Yale represented the American dream.

Going there made him feel more American.

But I think things are different now,

and when someone like me, a young woman of color,

steps onto campus,

we make Yale feel more American.

- Thank you, Bronwyn. I love that.

Now, I have to ask...

It's no secret that this has been

an exceptionally difficult year for you,

but looking at your application,

I would never know.

Your grades remain impeccable.

- Thank you.

- It would only be human

to let things slip in the face of such trauma,

but you didn't.

So my question is,

how did you do it?

What was your secret?

- My secret?

What now?

- Fuck, we have to stop the bleeding.

- No, no, no, no, no. Don't touch him.

- What the fuck? Why? Why?

- Don't touch him, okay?

- I'm gonna call 911. I'm gonna call...

- No, stop.

Put the phone down, Addy.

- What? Why?

- It's too late.

- How do you know?

- Bronwyn?

- My secret?

- Are you all right?

- I don't have a secret.

And obviously, all my exemplary behavior

and extracurricular work and studying and awards

are not as interesting as being accused of murder,

but I cannot believe that Yale would send someone

to ask me about it.

It's everything that's wrong with society.

- Bronwyn, please calm down.

- I am not my trauma.

- If you want, I can just write your papers for you.

It's what I do for everyone else

Gupta pairs me with.

- Look, if you don't want to tutor me,

we can just not do this.

- Then Gupta will just sic someone else on me.

She has this delusional idea

that I'll make friends by tutoring my fellow fuck-ups.

- Oh. Well, clearly she's never seen "The Suicide Squad."

You know, pairing the bad kids together?

It's a recipe for anarchy.

- So true. - Yeah.

- And I do get some real Ratcatcher vibes from you.

- Are you kidding me? Ratcatcher?

Really? - Mm, or Weasel.

- Okay, I like Weasel better. Yeah.

- Can I talk to you?

- I'll be right back.

- I just thought you should know

that I totally blew my interview

and my chances at Yale.

- Okay. I'm sorry.

- Yeah, you should be, 'cause you got in my head

with all that shit about how you think I'm a bad person

'cause I can always keep it together.

But it turns out you're wrong. I can't.

So the good news is that I'm not a bad person,

but bad news is I totally fucked up the interview.

- I'm sorry your interview sucked.

I mean, I can take the blame if that's what you want.

- Yeah, you should.

- Look, I'm kind of in the middle

of a tutoring session here.

- She's tutoring you? - Yeah.

- What subject?

- History.

- You could've asked me.

- I think we have too much history already, Bronwyn.

Did you just say that?

- Yeah, she's helping me with English too.

Maybe my lines will get better.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Um, all right.

Well, carry on. - Yeah.

- Good luck. - Yeah, thanks.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah. Sorry about that.

- Kris, hey.

- We need to talk. - No.

Cooper, you know that's a no.

- Who... who was that guy?

- That's not your business anymore.

- Okay, you're right. You're right, and I'm sorry.

That's not even why I came here in the first place.

- Okay, so why are you here?

- I just need to know,

did you tell anybody anything about Halloween night?

Like who was at the party or... - No, no.

Cooper, I... I already told you, all right?

Your secret is safe. - Okay.

- But honestly, it would probably be even safer

if you leave me alone, boo.

Like, I'm really, really trying

to forget everything you told me,

but every single time you text or call,

I'm thinking about it again, Coop.

- I don't want you to forget me.

- Sweetie, I'm not gonna forget you, okay?

You know that's impossible.

But I need to forget why it ended,

all right?

And...

I think we both just need to move on.

Okay?

All right.

I gotta get to class.

Hey.

- What are you doing here? - Your mom called me.

She wanted me to talk to you.

- Jesus, Keely, can we not?

- Look, I... I know I owe you an apology, like, a massive one.

I told Simon your secret to protect Cooper...

- Keely, I don't... I don't want to do this.

- Please, is there anything I can do to make it right?

- If I say I forgive you, can we agree

to never talk about it again?

- Is that really what you want?

- Yeah.

Anything else?

- Yeah.

Actually, I was... I was thinking that you

should come back to cheer.

You can't be serious. - Why not?

- Vanessa, for one.

- Screw Vanessa.

The rest of us want you back.

- Did my mom get you to say that too?

Keely, I don't want your pity.

- It's not pity.

I miss you, and I want to be there for you.

You went through something horrible, and I...

- And I would be fine if everyone

would just stop trying to get me

to talk about it all the time. - I get it.

That's how I felt with Zach.

I never wanted to talk about it, either.

- It's not the same thing. Jake isn't Zach.

- You're right. He's worse.

- Don't say that. - It's true.

He's a monster. - You shouldn't say it!

You shouldn't talk shit about people who are gone!

- You're not supposed to speak ill of the dead,

but Jake's in Mexico,

right?

- I just meant that the cops haven't found him.

What if... - Ads.

Do you think he's dead?

- I didn't say that.

- Right. Of course not.

- Keely, you have to go. Please.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Hey, I...

- It's not what it looks like.

I just needed some fresh air.

- Yeah, you don't have to lie, Bronwyn.

I'm not asking.

You've made it pretty clear

I don't get to know what's going on.

It doesn't matter how many lies I tell for you

or how many phones and computers I hack into.

I'm not in the club. - That's not fair.

- Yeah, no shit it's not fair.

But whatever. That's not the point.

I just...

Look, wherever you're going,

is Janae gonna be there?

She's been avoiding me,

and I just want to know what I did wrong.

- You didn't do anything wrong.

- Okay, then why won't she talk to me?

- I don't know. I don't know.

She's been through a lot, you know?

- We've all been through a lot.

- Yeah, and we all deal with it differently.

Maybe she just needs some space.

- Mm, right.

Like you just need some air.

- I'm so sorry. I really, really have to go.

- Where?

- I'm gonna go see Nate.

- Anyone else already regretting this?

- We have no choice.

We have to find out what they really want.

- Okay, and what if what they want is to kill us?

- We'd probably already be dead.

- Oh, thank you. That's very comforting.

- We agreed we would do what they said.

- Okay.

- You know what happens when we don't.

- This is so fucked.

- Really wish we knew what we were waiting for.

- Maybe they're just gonna make us watch "Twilight."

- Why would they make us watch "Twilight," Janae?

- Because it's the worst.

- Guys...

Welcome to Simon Says.

- What?

- What the fuck? - Is it really him?

Is he alive? - No, no, there's no way.

- No, it's just a shitty attempt at a deepfake.

- That's so messed up. Who would do that?

- You remember the rules, right?

Do what Simon says, and you get to keep playing.

Don't, and this goes into wide release.

- Guys?

- We have to stop the bleeding.

- No, no, no, no, no. Don't touch him.

- What the fuck? Why? Why?

- Don't touch him, okay?

No, stop. It's too late.

- How do you know?

- They were there.

- Why wouldn't they just give that to the police?

What the fuck does this psycho want?

- Oh, shit.

- They can hear us.

- Are they here? - Projection booth.

- Go, go, go.

- I'm gonna check backstage.

Guys!

Guys, I found something.

- Oh, shit, we have to get out of here.

- We can't leave that video here.

- No, nothing's gonna survive in here, including us.

Let's go!

- What was that? - Oh, my God.

- Fuck! - What happened?

- Are they still up there?

- Maeve!

- Bronwyn!

- What do we do? - You guys!

Come on, let's go.

Oh, my God!

- Let's go. Let's go. We have to go.

Come on.

- Come on. You okay? - Yeah.

- Come on. Here.

- We can't just leave them.

- No, they were up by the booth.

They probably went out the side.

- Also, Simon Says bugged the fucking theater.

They're probably still listening.

- Whoever you are, please just tell us what you want!

- No.

- Okay. - Okay, good.

We're good. Let's go. - Wait!

What do we do with this?

- Let's go. Come on!

Let's go.

- Oh, shit. - What do we do?

- Follow me. In here.

In here, here.

- What are we doing?

- I don't know.

We clearly aren't going back to normal.

- I'm sorry.

- For what?

- I'm scared I made everything worse.

I think, on some level,

I didn't want it to be over

because that would mean we were really over.

- For someone so smart,

that's really dumb.

Shit. Let's get out of here.

Come on.

Cole, you...

- I need to talk to you about Jake.

You shouldn't be here. - I've been calling.

You never pick up, Addy. Why won't you talk to me?

- I don't have anything to say to you.

- I need your help, okay? I need to find my brother.

You know him better than anyone.

If anyone's gonna tell me what really happened

on Halloween, it's you.

- I already told the police everything I know.

I can't help you, Cole.

Please stop following me.

- No, you can't do that. - Don't fucking touch me!

- Okay, you are making a big mistake.

- What did you say to me?

- I'm gonna find Jake, so whatever it is you know,

you're gonna tell me right now.

No!

- Ads...

Jake...

- I loved you, Addy.

- I loved you...

and you killed me.

- This is all your fault.

And now all your friends are going to pay.

Simon says.