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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.

All:

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?