All language subtitles for One.of.Us.is.Lying.S01E05-eng

- Ready?

- Almost done.

I just need,
like, half an hour more.

- Miss Rojas,
I think we can both agree

that you've exhausted
the potential

for extra credit here.
- Okay, okay.

I know, but I just--
I just have

to get this perfect,
or it's gonna drive me nuts.

- Okay, let me see
if I can find a janitor.

Maybe they can lock up
after you.

- I know you've seen
the photo of the four of us.

It was a mistake
meeting like that,

but I swear
we weren't discussing the case.

It's just been
a roller coaster,

and sometimes you just want

to talk to someone
who knows what it's like.

- Five AP classes
this semester alone,

editor of the "Bayview Herald,"
mathlete, debate team captain.

Whew.

- I like being busy.

- Still, must take its toll.

I'm just saying I understand
the temptation to cut corners.

Cheating's nothing
to be proud of,

but it's hardly a felony.

To be clear,
I'm not your principal.

I am not the dean
of admissions at Yale,

but I am gonna need you
to be honest with me.

So is this post true?

- I studied hard.
That's all.

- According to Simon's peers,
he rarely got things wrong.

- He didn't post that.

- No, but we have reason
to believe

he wrote it before he died.

Any reason he'd target you?

- Detective, I will be
the first to admit

that I am competitive
when it comes to my academics,

maybe too competitive,

but the idea
that I would harm someone

just to be valedictorian--
it's preposterous.

- Are we done?

- I'd like
to show you something.

- Okay, wait--

- Where did this come from?

- Simon's hard drive.

We recently obtained a copy
where we also found

an unpublished draft
of his post about you.

This ring any bells,
Miss Rojas?

- I think
this conversation's over.

- As if she needed
more attention.

- Jake didn't even say hi
to her.

- Hey.
We got to meet.

- What's going on?

- Just show up.
We can't talk here.

- Uh, dude, what, do you want

to pitch
at San Quentin next year?

Why are you still talking
to her after that picture?

- I told you.
It was one time.

- Now you're starting to sound
like my dad

after he got caught
with his yoga instructor.

And, spoiler alert,
it wasn't just one time.

He lost half of everything
in the divorce.

You could lose everything.

You really think those assholes
are your friends?

I didn't mean to ambush you--

at the house?

I tried calling,
you and your father.

- Yeah, he's not
so reachable most days.

- I had no idea, Nathaniel.

- Now you do.
And it's Nate.

- Right.
Nate.

Well, um,

I owe you many apologies.

I didn't protect you
from my illness.

- Are you medicated?
- Lamictal, it's a new one.

It's your favorite, right?

Remember, we used
to make it together?

- I'm not ten.

- Speaking of,
was that Bronwyn Rojas

you were with?
She looks exactly the same.

- Yeah,
she thought you were dead.

- Is that what you told people?
- I liked that version better.

- Listen, um,
I have made mistakes,

but I--I knew I couldn't be
the mother you needed.

I know my presence in your life
was harmful.

That's why I had to leave,
but it's me again,

and, right now, you need
someone in your corner.

I saw the news,
and I just--

I wanna do it right this time
if you can just let me try.

- Hey.
Anyone see you?

- Who would possibly
see me here?

Where's Nate?

- Probably not coming.

- What did Wheeler say?

- The cops have a copy
of Simon's hard drive.

- What?
Seriously?

- They found his laptop?
- No, just the hard drive.

- How is that possible?

Wow, nice do.

- Well, I'm glad you're alive.
- Excuse me?

- You've been ignoring
my messages all day.

- Yeah,
I had shit to deal with.

- Oh, that would have been
great to know.

Then again,
I can think of a lot of things

that would have
been good to know.

- Okay, I think you're being
a bit too intense.

- See, I knew they were boning.
- We're not boning.

- Then what is all
the weirdness?

- Just forget it.
It's irrelevant.

- Oh, now you want
to forget it?

- Guys,
what the hell is going on?

- My mom's back in town,
all right?

- She's alive?

- You were lying
about that this whole time?

- This what you wanted?

- Why are you
lashing out at me?

- Because it's none
of their business.

I don't owe them
an explanation or you.

- Oh, well,
you can't blame them

for being a little freaked out
when you could just lie

about something this big.
- Oh, we're talking about lies?

How about who stole
Simon's laptop?

- Whoa, what does that mean?

- Okay, I--I took it.
I didn't steal it.

And I was gonna give it back.
- Are you fucking kidding me?

- And then I couldn't
without looking suspicious.

- Did you look on it?
- Yeah.

Simon knew your real secret.

And he was all ready
to post it,

and then someone changed it.

- And you thought
that someone was me?

- At first, yeah, maybe,
but then I knew it wasn't you.

- You're a fucking liar,
and you've been giving us all

marching orders
for the past two weeks,

pretending like we're team,
and you knew

she was manipulating us
this whole time.

- Jake was right.
This is a mistake.

- I called you here to warn you

because they're gonna
question you too.

Cooper, we got rid
of the laptop to protect you.

- Except you didn't, right?

'Cause now the cops
magically have the hard drive.

- The cops have
Simon's hard drive?

- Try being on time for once.

- Dad.
- Hey.

- You need to rest.
- I can handle a lawnmower.

Got a call
from Detective Wheeler today.

She wants us to come down
to the station tomorrow,

answer some questions.

That's okay with you?

- I just--I hate dragging you
into all this.

You don't need the stress.

- We're a team, Coop.

I know you blame
all this for my heart,

but that's not what happened.

- The police may bring up

some random gossip
that's been going around.

- What kind of gossip?

- It's not true,

but for some reason,
Simon might have thought

that I was, like, into guys.
I don't know why.

- I've had an inkling
for a while now.

All that ugliness
in Mississippi,

had a hunch there was more
to the story.

You were hiding something
from me, from everyone.

You and Keely,
is that for show?

You know I'm proud of you, son.

We all got struggles.

No need to let this...

Your inclination

ruin your future.

You didn't let this thing
drag you down.

You've been smart, son.

- So this video.
- It was a group project.

He wasn't pulling his weight.
I got pissed.

- Bronwyn, if you're going
to get creative,

get better at it.

This is not the time
to be lying to the police.

After these interrogations,

they are probably
going to make an arrest

based on
circumstantial evidence,

which means what
the four of you say now

has major consequences.
Do you understand?

Bronwyn, you have to tell me.

- I need to prep for debate.

- Cooper.
Cooper.

What do you think
they'll ask you?

Does that mean I'm next?

What should I say
if the cops ask me about you?

Should I know?
Should I know that Keely knew?

- No, no.
Do not bring up Keely.

I don't want her dragged
into this any more

than she already is.
She's only trying to help me.

- Okay,
but wait a second, hold on.

If Bronwyn was right,

if someone did change the post
to something false,

what if they were trying
to help you, protect you?

Okay, does this sound
like Keely to you?

Keely's version of Simon?

- Come on, Addy.
It's like two sentences.

- Yeah, but--

- Wait, weren't we at lunch
when this post dropped?

- Yeah, so?

- No, the timestamp, 3:13 p.m.
That's three hours ahead.

- Could she have
changed it somehow,

throw us off?

- No, no, we're being paranoid.

Look, don't talk about this
with Nate or Bronwyn.

I don't trust them.

I got to go deal with the cops.

- Some of the questions
I need to ask you

are a bit personal in nature.

And if you'd like,
you and I

could speak privately first.

- He's told me all
about this bullshit rumor

that's going around, so...

- A few days ago
at your showcase,

who were you talking to
in the parking lot?

- What do you mean?

- Well, there was
a young man you were with.

He's 6'1", African American.
You seemed to be arguing.

- Um, I met a lot
of people that day.

- Well, this was
someone your age.

Someone you're
involved with maybe?

- He just told you.
Yeah, I think you're mixed up.

- We might have to talk to him.
- Why?

- We have evidence that
before Simon Kelleher died,

he intended to out you
to your peers.

We know that somebody
changed the post Simon wrote

after his death.

Yours was the only one
that was altered.

Now, if this was a secret
that could jeopardize

your future
in the major leagues,

we're talking
millions of dollars here.

We're talking all of
your family's financial woes

sorted forever,
and that's a mighty good reason

to keep that secret
hidden in any way you could.

- I would never hurt someone.

- Really?
- Really.

- Well, we've come across
some new information.

We were able
to get a court order

to unseal your juvenile record
in Mississippi.

You want to tell me
what happened here?

- Come on!

Ugh, coming.

I'm in the middle of a crisis.
- Okay, Can I come in?

- Yeah, yeah.

- So I just talked
to the police,

and there's a chance that they
might try to talk to you.

- What?

- I didn't give them
your name, okay?

Apparently someone saw us
together at my game.

I know.
I'm sorry.

Please don't be mad.

- Cooper, you know
I have midterms next week.

I don't have time for this.
Margot's crazy.

She got me working all day.

I spent all week typing out
this term paper,

and it just evaporated
out of nowhere.

Now you telling me
I gotta worry about

Five-O banging down my door
for an illicit relationship

with an underage
high school student

who, by the way,

happens to be a suspect
in a murder investigation.

Ooh, I'm deleting Grindr.
I'm done.

- Okay, just breathe.

- That's too much.
I do not need this.

- Please.

May I?

- Yeah, go ahead and try.

Okay, so... you said
the police knows about us.

What about your dad?

- He wasn't actually surprised.

He said he was proud of me...

for keeping it a secret.

You were right.

Okay, me being in the closet--

it wasn't just about baseball.

I guess I was scared
about how he might look at me

if he--if he found out.

If it would change, I guess.

- And has it?

- I don't know.

He's not really looking
at me at all.

- I'm sorry, Coop.

- Is this what you
were looking for?

- Oh, my God.
How did you do that?

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

- Like, I'm pretty good
with computers,

but this
you could have easily Googled

if you weren't so busy
being all dramatic.

- I'm sorry, dramatic?
- Yeah.

- Moi?
Boy, fuck you.

- Thank you so much.

- Um...

so are we still up

for the birthday thing?

- I guess.

I already got you
a birthday present or whatever,

and I lost the receipt,
so I don't know.

I guess I gotta give it
to somebody.

- We're talking
thousands of pages

documenting decades
of corruption,

planting drugs,
falsifying reports,

and all of it legally destroyed
by the police

because that's justice
in this country.

They don't care about facts
or--or truth.

They care about convictions,

and I'm sorry,
but we have to face reality.

You're not like
those other kids.

- You know,
the kid knows he's fucked.

- But he's not fucked.

We just need to talk seriously
about his options, all of them.

- Meaning what?

- Nate...

I want you
to come with me.

Where I've been living
is pretty far off the grid.

- If you leave now
before they issue an arrest,

technically,
you're not a fugitive.

- Running makes me look guilty.
- Maybe.

But you'll look
just as guilty in handcuffs,

and then what?

- Look, I thought
you would have jumped

at this chance to skip town.

Hell, what are you gonna
stick around here for anyway?

- How was I supposed to know

that you threatened
Simon on tape?

Why?

- Go away, Maeve.

Hey, Maeve,
can I use your printer?

Fucking pervert.

- Bronwyn.
How are you?

- What the fuck is wrong
with you, Simon?

- Cheating was just
the beginning

for good girl gone bad
Bronwyn Rojas.

Looks like she had
quite the temper too.

Ladies and gentlemen,
have we found our killer?

- Crazy, huh?
Why would she do that?

- Hey, when are
they bringing you in?

- Tomorrow.
- Okay.

They may bring up
some stuff about me.

And if they do, I just need--
- What kind of stuff?

- Just promise
you'll let me explain.

- There's more
you haven't told me?

- Look, I can't get
into it right now.

Can you just trust me?

- I don't know.
Can I?

- You look 30%
less like an asshole.

I'm not on Instagram.
Fuck Zuckerberg's evil empire.

So if I want to comment,
I have to do it analog.

Like in person.
This.

Never mind.
Bye.

- Hey, um...

30% is generous.
I was a dick.

I'm sorry.

You got any plans tonight?

I have a new theory
about the case.

- "Instances of bullying,
while no doubt reprehensible,

"should be thoroughly examined

"to reach
the appropriate sanction.

It is absolutely crucial
to look at--"

I'm practicing.

- That video of you
yelling at Simon.

That was about me, right?
I saw the date on the tape.

That's right
when he ghosted me.

I'm not an idiot, Bronwyn.

I might not be you,
but I'm not dumb.

- Oh, really?

Because falling for Bayview's
most notorious asshole

and sexting him doesn't seem
like a genius move.

- You went through
my fucking phone?

- Guys always share that stuff.
We've talked about this.

And out of all
the possible creeps out there,

you really had to let

Simon Kelleher
talk you into that.

- Who says he talked me
into it?

- Oh, you wanted the photos

to be out there for some perv
to jack off to?

- Maybe I did.
- Why?

- I don't know, Bronwyn,
maybe I was relieved

to finally
have something to show off.

I mean, have you Googled
the list of side effects

for pediatric chemo?

Delayed menstrual cycle,
stunted growth,

uterine abnormalities.
You want me to keep going?

Because I could.

I've had plenty of time
to kill in that hospital,

and it's not a fun deep dive.

So, yeah, I survived,
which is great,

but maybe I actually
liked being seen

as something other than
a bald, flat-chested alien.

For the record,
I actually trusted Simon.

He really liked me,

which is why it never made
any sense that he just stopped

talking to me out of the blue.

- I was just trying to--
- Protect me?

Yeah, I know.

- No, not just you.
Mom, Dad.

They're not as strong
as you think they are.

They would keep it together
at the hospital,

then come home
and fall fucking apart.

Do you have any idea
what it does to them?

They cannot handle
one more crisis.

- Yeah?
How about you going to prison?

Do you think
that's gonna make them happy?

Tell them the truth.
- That won't make a difference.

I still threatened Simon.
It's on tape.

At least this way,
they still have one daughter

who's not a total fuckup.

- Whatever.

At least there isn't a video
of you getting in Simon's face

and threatening to kill him.

So she saw you with some guy?
Why is that even relevant?

- Because she thinks
I hacked into the app

and changed the post.

I mean, it is weird, right?
Who else would do that?

- If it was Keely,
starting a rumor

Cooper's doping
isn't exactly without risk.

- Not if she knew
he could pass a test.

- Why post anything
about him at all?

- Because he was
in the room with us.

- Maybe she thought
that no post would look

even more suspicious.

- What did Cooper say?
- That I'm being paranoid.

Which, like, obviously.
We're being stalked.

I'm about to be interrogated
by a police officer

threatening to arrest me.

- They don't actually think
you did it, though.

No one does.
- Why is that?

The fact that everybody
writes me off

is kind of offensive
and definitely sexist.

I could totally be a killer,
and I'd be

the most dangerous one
because no one

would see it coming.
- Mm-hmm, I'm so scared.

- Holy crap.
It's after 11:00?

- Oh, no, no,
I keep it on New York time

when my dad's there
'cause he hates

when I call after he's in bed.

I mean, it's only, like,
three hours ahead.

Are you okay?

- What?
Yeah.

Um, I'm just tired.

Do you have coffee?
I need some caffeine.

- Yeah.

Um, I've got French roast,
I think.

I don't have anything
pumpkin spice.

- I actually like it black.
- Cool, me too.

- Uh, with oat milk
if you have it and sugar.

I like it
with, um, brown sugar.

- A murderer
would take it black.

- Hey.

What are you doing?
Wait, is that my computer?

- Just so you know, my phone
is tracking my location,

so if I'm gonna
end up like Simon--

- You think I killed him?
He was my only friend.

- I know
you guys were fighting.

You must
have known his passwords,

so you posted
all of our secrets

to give us motive for
the murder that you committed.

You posted them
from your laptop,

which is why they were
timestamped three hours

after they actually dropped.

Let's see what
the police think about that.

- Fine, you're right.

I did post them,
but only the first ones,

and I just wanted the police
to know you had motive

'cause I was sure
one of you did it.

- That post
ruined my life, Janae.

- Did it?

You never would have broken up

with that little shit
otherwise,

or your friend Vanessa
who wouldn't shut up

about the peanut oil
in your locker.

That's how I found out.

Look, I knew
it would have consequences.

That's why I changed
Cooper's secret.

I'm not gonna out him.

I'm not a monster.

Addy, you're bleeding.

- Let me go,
or I swear to God...

- I didn't post
the photo of the four of you

or the video of Bronwyn,

and I obviously
did not kill him.

You can check the timestamps
if you don't believe me.

Somebody got into the app
and locked me out.

I tried logging in,

and they changed
all the passwords,

and then this creepy
pop-up message came up.

There is
someone else out there.

Whoever's following you guys,
that is who killed Simon.

Addy, come on.

Can you please believe me?

- Please?

- We got a call
from the detective.

They want you to come in
for questioning.

Nate, we're running
out of time.

- I'm not leaving.
I can't.

- You deserve a second chance.
You hear me?

- You think I did it, right?

That's why you're so convinced
the cops will arrest me.

Not 'cause
they're lazy or corrupt.

It's 'cause
you actually think--

- I don't have
the right to ask.

I gave that up.

But if you did something,

then it's my fault, not yours,

and you don't need to spend
your life punishing yourself.

Hell, what do you call
the past six years, huh?

Why not chalk it up
to time served?

Nate?

- Thank you.

- I like the hair.

- It's a choice.

- So, Addy, what can you
tell me about Cooper Clay?

- Cooper?
I don't know.

He's nice.

Okay.

Do these
look familiar to you?

We recently obtained a copy
of Simon's hard drive,

which allows us to compare
these original posts

with some of the unpublished
drafts Simon had saved.

Now three of them
are identical,

but Cooper's is not,
so we think whoever loaded

these onto the app
decided to rewrite his.

- It wasn't him.

- Well, who was it then?

- I don't know.

- Has Cooper ever talked to you
about Simon Kelleher's laptop?

You ever see him with it?

'Cause we think that's
maybe how he rewrote the post,

using the laptop.
- Cooper didn't do that.

- Addy, I can see
you're really trusting.

You're really loyal.

- She really is.

Any of those kids could be
playing her like a fiddle.

- Addy, you got to understand,

these kids
are not your friends.

One or more of them
was involved in Simon's death,

and that's not the only crime
I have to look into here.

Are you familiar with the term
obstruction of justice?

Well, then you understand
that if you withhold

any pertinent information,
you're guilty of a crime,

whether or not you are involved
in Simon's death.

- Baby, do you know something?

- Addy, we've seen pictures

of you
and your little secret society.

Is one of them
coercing you to lie?

We know about one troubling
incident in Cooper's past.

Is he threatening you?

Is he forcing you
to lie about the laptop?

We need to know, Addy.
- Bronwyn had the laptop.

- Did you see her with it?

- No.

But Nate Macauley did.

- Quite the turnout.

- Yeah, I don't think
they're here for us, though.

- I'll be right back.

- Hey, we're about to compete.
What's up?

- I'm afraid this can't wait.

I just spoke to a friend
in the department,

and apparently Addy Prentiss

is saying that you
and Nate Macauley

were in possession
of Simon's laptop.

- Wait, what?

- We need to have
a serious chat tonight.

- Thank you all.
And welcome.

- Okay.
I--I have to go.

- As always,
we strive to choose topics

of real impact
on today's youth.

And today's resolution is:

"Instances
of high school bullying

"are as pernicious
as acts of physical violence

and should be
penalized accordingly."

Arguing the affirmative will be

Laguna South High School's
Alex Ross.

The negative will be argued

by Bayview High School's
Bronwyn Rojas.

Mr. Ross.

- Thank you, Mr. Shapiro.
Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the goal of any
educational administration...

- Bronwyn.
How are you?

- What the fuck is wrong
with you, Simon?

I don't know how the hell
you got her to send the photos.

I don't know who else
you're trying to target.

I don't give a shit.
I'll tell you this though.

Possession of child pornography
in the state of California

is a felony, penal code 311,
and the fact

that you are a minor
does not exempt you from it.

So unless you want to be
registered as a sex offender

for the rest of your life,

I suggest you delete
the photos right now

and stay the fuck
away from Maeve

or I'll fucking kill you.
Do you understand?

- I know you cheated.
I was gonna let it slide.

Do your whole family a solid.

But, yeah,
I'll leave Maeve alone.

But maybe you should
worry about yourself.

- Oh, and smile.
Camera.

- We see time and again,
there's no way to draw a line

between verbal
and physical assault,

between emotional
and bodily injury.

In fact, just two days ago,

we saw leaked footage emerge
of an incident involving

none other than my opponent,
Bronwyn Rojas,

and her former classmate
Simon Kelleher,

whose untimely death is
currently being investigated.

And while I don't pretend
to know

whether Miss Rojas
was involved directly,

please note we are seeing
the same pattern:

a victim of verbal assault

is subsequently a victim
of physical harm.

- All right,
that's time, Mr. Ross.

Now arguing the negative,

Bayview High School's
Bronwyn Rojas.

- Don't worry, Bronwyn.
You're gonna murder it!

- Excuse me.

- Fuck this.
You know what?

I really hate
to interrupt, but...

This is bullshit.

- Maeve.

- It's fine.
Yeah, hi.

For those of you
who don't know me,

I'm Maeve Rojas.

That's my sister Bronwyn,

who you guys
probably saw in that video.

Otherwise most of you
wouldn't be here right now.

No offense, Mr. Shapiro.

- I'm sorry, Miss Rojas--

- The thing is,
I sent Simon some pics.

Okay?

You know?
Bathroom selfies.

And Bronwyn thought
that Simon was gonna post them

'cause that was
kind of his thing,

may he rest in peace.

And she's got this problem
where she thinks

she needs to protect me
from everything all the time,

even when I don't ask her to.

But I guess
it kind of makes sense

because, for a while,

it felt like a fucking sneeze
would split me in two.

What I'm trying to say is that
my sister's not a murderer,

and she wasn't bullying him.

I mean, I will give you
that she is fucking annoying,

does a million
extracurricular activities,

gets the best grades,
helps with chores,

and still has time to save me
from myself when I fuck up.

She was just scared
everyone would eat me alive.

You know, kind of like
what you're all doing

to her right now.

Yeah.

So, Mr. Ross, maybe if you're
gonna throw out clickbait

instead of actual arguments,
you could at least, like,

I don't know, fact check.

- You're entitled to have
a guardian present,

just so we're clear.

- You want to cut to the chase?

- We got a witness that says
that Bronwyn Rojas

was in possession
of Simon Kelleher's laptop.

Is that true?

- Not that I'm aware of.

- That's weird,
'cause that same witness

has also said
that you know about it.

- Sorry, just not true.
That it?

- There's this really
compelling argument

that, neurologically speaking,

nobody should be considered
a mature adult

until they're about mid-20s.

Adolescent brains
just trying to figure out

which neural pathways to use,
and as a result,

it's just flooded with
twice the amount of neurons.

That means the dopamine hit
that you get

from high-risk behavior,
illegal drugs,

macho posturing
for your friends,

your young brains actually
getting twice the high.

Meanwhile, you got
this prefrontal cortex,

and that's decision making
and impulse and forethought,

and that is
just painfully underdeveloped,

especially in males.

Kind of cruel
when you think about it.

Your own brain
is just hardwired

to get you in trouble.
May not even be your fault.

Hey, here's the thing.
Legal system doesn't care.

The kid died,
and whoever is responsible

is gonna be tried as an adult,

whether they've
turned 18 or not.

I cannot tell you how many of
my colleagues think you did it.

So tell us the truth.
You might get us off your back.

You might save yourself.

I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

Was Bronwyn Rojas
ever in possession

of Simon Kelleher's laptop?

- Twelve hours
since you talked to the cops

and I still
haven't been arrested,

so...thank you.

- You're not welcome.
You made my life hell.

I just thought that
what you put us through

is nothing compared
to what you've been through,

and I didn't want to make your
life hell unless I was sure.

Also, I checked the timestamp
in the last posts.

- You know, you are smarter
than people think.

Totally could have killed Simon
and gotten away with it.

Wait.

There's something else
about the day Simon died.

Something I didn't think
was important at first,

but... now I'm not sure.

- You changed your mind.
I'll get my things.

- No, I'm leaving,
but not with you.

- What do you mean?

- I wasn't just gonna
let people think that--

- That's enough, Maeve.
- I was just--

- I said that's enough.
- I owe you one.

- What happened?
Any news?

- Well, Maeve's
little performance

did earn Bronwyn some sympathy,

but it also gives her
yet another motive.

A bit of good news, though,
on the laptop front:

Bronwyn's story
was corroborated.

- It was?

- Nate Macauley.
He insists he never saw it,

so that really helps.

Unless Addy can tell them
where to find it,

which she obviously can't,
there's nothing to worry about.

- Two minutes to go!

- 9:30 is an estimate, okay?

My birth certificate
is still in storage.

- Okay, well, in that case...

Happy birthday.

- Hey, hey.
Sorry.

Can we just--
just take it slow tonight?

- Okay.

Yeah, um,
what's going on?

Right.
Like you'd even tell me.

- I'm sorry.
It's just...

The first time

I ever messed around
with a guy, Kyle,

we were both 15.

We barely did anything,
but I liked him.

Anyway, that weekend,
I wanted to see him again,

so I texted him,

asking if he wanted to meet up
somewhere away from everything,

like a park at night.
He just said okay.

Something was off, but I went.

This older guy shows up.

Kind of looks like Kyle.

His older brother.

He saw the text that I sent,

and he blamed me

for his little brother
being a pervert.

He started punching me.

At some point,
I just had to punch him back,

and I did, hard.

- Hard?

- Mm-hmm.
I broke his nose.

I had never
even been in a fight before.

I didn't know--

Anyway,
when the cops showed up,

he didn't want to say
what the real fight was about,

said that I started it
out of nowhere.

and I--I could just see
how easily

that cop believed him.

I knew that
if I didn't say anything,

that would be the story.

And if I'm being honest,

that's what I wanted.

Because, in baseball,

you can come back
from beating guys up,

but kissing them?

Not so much.
And I was so scared.

So I just took the blame.

I never saw Kyle again,

and my dad was able
to guess the truth anyway.

God, it was so ugly.

And I'm so--I'm so sorry.

- You don't have to apologize.

- What?

- You have to go?

- No.

It's not important.

This is where I want to be.

- Yeah.

- Seriously?

Hello?

Guys?

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