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The fungi emit networks of mycelia

-that go beyond ordinary cells.

The university botanists believed the trees are...

-Oh, my God, I'm sorry. What?

Oh, right.

Anyways, I was just saying that I heard from Amy Volpintesta

that Paul told Tim Hargreaves that he loved me!

So I texted him from Lauren DiGangi's phone,

and I was like, "Do you actually love Robin?"

-And before he could text me back-- -Robin, our planet is dying.

Get your head in the game.

I don't get it, Veronica. You're smart.

You come from a good home, but you have this... streak.

Streak?

You were my sunny straight-A girl, all the way through eighth grade.

Then you come back from summer break with all these... buttons.

All these causes. Your smile's gone.

Your grades are terrible. You're disruptive.

What happened?

I started paying attention.

It's up to my generation to save the Earth.

Is that why you stood on a table at lunch and called for an uprising against our...

"school's war on climate"?

I wasn't calling for an uprising.

I was calling for a protest.

-Of Hamburger Day. -Yes.

American schools serve over a billion pounds of beef a year,

which translates to a hundred million tons of CO2 and methane emissions.

I'm a high school principal.

What am I supposed to do about methane emissions?

One person can make a difference.

Maybe.

That doesn't change the fact that this makes nine infractions this year.

Nine?

You're suspended, Veronica.

-Oh, what? -Rules are rules.

Students are allowed four detentions per semester.

-That works out to eight a year. -There's gotta be

some other form of punishment.

Look, I get it.

You did what you thought was right.

You just did it the wrong way.

Can't we at least talk about this?

Don't make us out to be the bad guys here, Veronica.

We grew up in the '80s.

Heck, I had a "Save the Whales" T-shirt that I wore loud and proud.

But we didn't let it affect our grades.

And we certainly didn't make trouble

-at school. -I wasn't making trouble.

-I was trying to educate people! -Well, your teachers don't seem

-to agree with that. -Well, I'm trying to save the world.

Enough!

The world will still be here when you get back.

Miss Genevieve's.

Comes highly recommended.

VERONICA' They have an impeccable track record.

They specialize in girls like you.

Girls like me?

Oh, you know, uh, girls with a... streak.

VERONICA' We wanna see that pretty smile again.

The girl we used to take to go get frozen yogurt after soccer practice.

The girl who used to snuggle us on movie night.

That girl was living in a fantasy world.

Well, we miss her.

We don't often accept girls this late in the year.

But your letter, oh, well, how could I say no?

You seem to have quite the rabble-rouser on your hands.

VERONICA' She's a terrific girl, really.

-She's just... complicated. -Mm-hmm.

Yes, I've seen hundreds of complicated girls,

all sent by loving families like yours.

-I've never failed. -So Miss...

-May I call you Evelyn? -You may not.

Miss Genevieve, do you mind my asking about the hair?

We want our girls focusing on studies, not style.

Our hair is simply an extension of our uniform.

You see, the young mind is a sponge, Mrs. Vanderhall.

They come to us soaked in bad habits,

and we just give them a little squeeze.

Ms. Corbett, right on time.

This is Heather Corbett, your daughter's roommate.

How do you do, Mr. and Mrs. Vanderhall?

She's chewing gum.

We don't permit chewing gum, Ms. Vanderhall.

VERONICA' Veronica, take that off right now.

-I am so sorry. -Uh-uh.

No need to apologize. It's all right.

We see this all the time.

Just a dirty sponge.

Don't you worry. The next time you see Veronica,

she will be the model of perfect manners.

I promise.

-Ms. Corbett. -Yes, headmistress?

Show Ms. Vanderhall to her room.

I'm going to call Mr. Welch and schedule her hair appointment.

Yes, headmistress.

-May I help?

No, you may not.

-Don't you have somebody else to rat out? -I'm afraid I don't follow.

You turned me in for chewing gum.

Well, rules are rules.

Come on, you can drop the act, it's just us.

Act?

Genevieve.

Psycho, right?

"You seem to have quite the rabble-rouser on your hands."

And the hair, what is up with the hair?

It's a permanent.

Mr. Welch gives them to all of us.

Yeah, right.

Hey!

Music is strictly forbidden.

We are gonna have such a wonderful time together.

Yay!

Good morning!

It looks like it's going to be another beautiful day.

-Good morning!

Good morning.

Good morning! Bacon or sausage?

Do you have any vegan options?

I'm sorry, I don't know what that means,

but we're having cheeseburgers for lunch.

These girls had no regard for the rules.

They disobeyed their parents.

They even accused them of wrongdoing.

The people of Salem dealt with these troublemakers

by putting them on trial.

Why, you could say that they were... witching to get rid of them.

-Fortunately, they never really care-- -Well, they weren't troublemakers.

They were victims of oppression.

The adults couldn't handle their reality,

so they just dumped all of their problems on a bunch of teenaged girls.

It's all right, ladies.

It's Ms. Vanderhall's first day.

Why, she hasn't even had her hair appointment yet.

Ms. Vanderhall, report to my office...

now.

Ms. Vanderhall, this is Mr. Welch.

He needs to take a few measurements ahead of your hair appointment.

-What's he doing?

Age?

What's that gotta do with my hair?

Your age.

-Fourteen. -Mm.

Get off!

-Can you see her this evening? -This evening, no.

No, impossible.

I am booked solid with touch-ups.

MR.Next week at the earliest.

I suppose I could squeeze her in tomorrow night.

Very well.

Then tomorrow night it is.

I wouldn't go that way.

They patrol the roads.

You're better off cutting through the woods

if you can get over the barbed wire.

Claire.

Veronica.

I know.

Come on, it's not safe here.

Who's the girl?

The last two girls got caught before they made it to town.

One on the road and one by the perimeter fence.

I tried to warn them. I have the patrols timed down to the minute.

And I can get you through the fence.

I can help you, but you don't have much time.

What are you talking about?

Your hair appointment's tomorrow night, isn't it?

Yeah. So?

What is this place?

I'll show you.

Mr. Euvrard said you were disruptive in class today.

That's not like you.

I didn't mean to be.

It's just...

I'm confused.

I don't quite feel like myself.

Aw.

You just need a little touch-up.

Don't worry, we'll have you looking your best again in no time.

What is this?

Headmistress.

Headmistress.

Please, I'm, I'm scared.

SALON GIRL Let me out!

Oh, no.

No. No. Please, please. Headmistress, stop him.

It doesn't work on me.

I had a skateboarding accident when I was little.

Got a bunch of stitches and a steel plate here.

It must block it somehow.

How do you feel?

I feel...

. ..wonderful.

Good.

We should go.

Do our parents know?

No, our parents don't know.

But they don't question it either.

They say they send us here

'cause we're acting out, or that we're troubled.

I think they send us 'cause they're scared.

They see us changing and growing up.

We stopped hugging them, talking to them, listening to them.

Before I got here...

my parents were the last people on Earth I wanted to hear.

And now, I'd give anything.

Then why stay?

We were sent here together at the beginning of the year.

Our parents thought it'd be easier if we had each other.

I remember the last time we talked, me and Mary...

like normal, like sisters.

A couple nights later, she was...

All of a sudden, she wasn't my sister anymore.

It was like she didn't even know who I was.

Before I could figure out what was going on,

they took me down there, strapped me to that machine.

Now, every day I sit at the same bench,

watch her walk between classes,

and every day she passes right by me.

Sometimes she even looks right at me.

It is not her.

I'm her sister, I'm supposed to protect her and I couldn't.

Why don't...

you just... take her and run,

and tell somebody?

Well, if I asked her to go, she'd just turn me in to Genevieve.

I'm not leaving without her.

One way or another, I'm gonna find a way to make it right.

-The salon. -What?

If it takes away your personality, maybe it could just give it back.

Or it could just make her worse.

What's worse than her not even knowing who you are?

It's a guard. This way.

Rise and shine, my beautiful girls.

Let's have a magnificent day.

Ms. Vanderhall.

Whistling is one of our no-nos.

Of course, it is.

Silly me.

The little rebel.

Oh, so much smarter than everyone else.

So unique.

Do you know how many times I've met you?

Mm?

A thousand defiant little brats, like yourself, have come through my door.

I've broken every last one of them.

Come by my office tonight at the supper bell.

I'd like to take you to the salon myself.

Claire?

-Claire, are you in there?

-Hello. -Claire, thank God.

Genevieve is gonna try and fry my brain tonight.

We... we have to get you and Mary down there, like, now!

Claire, hello? Did you hear me?

Claire.

What happened to you last night?

Funny, I'm not exactly sure.

I remember the guards taking me to the headmistress.

I remember Mr. Welch finding out about that metal plate in my skull, and...

then I remember feeling so clear, all of a sudden.

So wonderful.

MISS GENEVIEVE Supper time, ladies. Don't be late.

Aren't you coming to supper?

I used to be a happy kid, you know.

Before I knew things or before I understood

what the world was really like.

I used to think it was a pretty great place.

What's it like?

Not worrying or caring about anything.

Must be nice.

Bet the world seems like a pretty great place in there.

Bet you were cool before they sent you here.

You have to be somewhat cool to get into this place, right?

Bet we would have been friends.

We're going to be late for supper.

I'm not going to supper.

I'm going to my hair appointment.

I wanna know what it's like to...

think the world is a pretty great place again.

A little something to remember me by.

I mean, music is strictly forbidden, right?

Heather, are you okay?

No! No.

Who are you?

Wha... Why is my hair like this?

Why am I wearing pink slippers?

I hate pink!

Hello?

Are you even listening to me? Whoever you are, I am freaking out!

Heather.

I... Heather, I swear, I will explain everything to you.

-But right now,

I need you to listen.

A little late, aren't we?

I told you to report at the supper bell.

Did you?

Well, I wasn't really paying attention, to be honest.

Anyhoo, I'm here now.

What do you say let's get this little brainwashing party started, huh?

Woo-hoo.

You were sneaking around with Ms. Driscoll last night.

Wow, Evelyn.

Your powers of deduction are incredible.

That's all right.

We'll shut that's smart little mouth of yours for good.

So how long have you been using your little brain fogger, Evvy?

Do you mind if I call you "Evvy"?

Sorry, I don't actually care if you mind.

Our parents, though, they might mind if they found out.

No parent has ever complained.

They send you here sick, we send you home better.

Better? What?

By making us dress the same and act like your perfect little robots?

If that's what you mean by "better", I think I'll pass.

-What a shame, you don't get to choose. -Yeah, that's kind of my whole point.

You don't care about making us better.

You're just too scared of what we have to say.

You wanna know what I think?

I think today's children are lazy, disobedient, and full of themselves.

And you are one of the worst cases I've ever seen.

What can I say?

I've got a streak.

What have you done?

What have you done?

-I gave them their voices back.

No.

No!

Mary?

Mary.

Ladies, ladies. Ladies, stop.

I said stop!

Get... get back in! Ladies!

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