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- They say even the bravest wild cat hunts

with their head down, stalking its prey.

Killing its quarry when they're at their most vulnerable.

Out there in the field last night,

our Wildcats didn't just murder Dana Point,

we slaughtered them!

Whoo! Hey!

[awkward murmuring]

Too soon? Yeah, I--I get it.

Well, uh,

the last few weeks have been a total nightmare, guys.

But we will be the disco mirror ball

that shines the way forward.

Who's ready to party? Hey!

[crowd cheering]

- * Who's gonna save you now? *

- Oh, and if you forgot to vote

for our homecoming king and queen, too late.

The results are being tallied right now.

Thank you.

- * Save you, save you, now? *

* *

* Who's gonna save you now? *

* Given my benefit shot even when *

* *

* They told me not to, I said I've got to *

- Hey, welcome back, TJ. Hi.

- Hey. - Hey.

- That was amazing. - Thank you.

Any word from Addy? - Still nothing.

- I know she's not on squad anymore,

but skipping the homecoming game is not like her.

I'm kind of worried.

- Yeah. I'll--I'll be right back.

- * Who's gonna save you now? *

* I wish you well *

* But go take it somewhere else *

* Oh, who's gonna save you, save you, save you now? *

- Again, why are we doing this?

- Because mom and dad think you looks a lot less

like a murderer all dressed up and smiling for the cameras.

- They overestimate the power of this dress.

- B, do I really have to tell you that it's your senior year?

You don't want a few good memories

before the inevitable court proceedings?

- Not funny, Maeve. - Okay, fine.

No more jokes about you potentially going to prison.

Say, "Not guilty!"

- This is a circle of hell even Dante never imagined.

- Time to party, losers.

Oh, Bronwyn Rojas with the little sister sympathy date.

Ew, what a stunt queen.

- Everywhere these people go turns into a shit show.

At least Addy had the decency not to come

to the game last night. - Ugh.

[engine revving]

- * Who's gonna save you? Who's gonna save you? *

* Who's gonna save you now? *

- Wait, is that...?

- You look cute.

Also, next time I text the group chat,

don't you dare leave me on read.

- Seriously, though, we need to talk.

- * Oh, who's gonna save you? *

* Who's gonna save you now? *

- Okay, you want to tell me why we're meeting a few feet away

from the entire fucking school?

- Someone was at the water park last night stalking me,

like, inside the park, following me,

and none of you were there. - What? Who?

Are you okay? - Barely.

- And they followed you to Murder club?

- We really need a rebranding.

- If Nate hadn't finally shown up,

I'd be taking selfies with Jesus right now.

- I wanted to hear what she had to say.

You guys might wanna hear it too.

- I know who posted our secrets to About That.

- What? - Who?

- Right on cue.

[intriguing music]

- My art.

- Vote for us for homecoming courts

if you wish to come to my after-party.

- Does he have your vote?

Comes with an invitation to get roofied at his pool party.

- That is a hard pass.

Also, does nobody see the irony in voting for a monarchy?

History teachers at this school are failing us.

- Democracy sucks. - Right.

- After all, he is most likely to end up in Washington

representing California's 48th congressional district.

- Weren't you friends with this guy?

- Well, to be fair, he was always an asshole.

Then one summer, he got abs,

and I draw the line at an asshole with abs.

- You drew the line?

- You know, there should really be some sort of public database

for these charlatans.

Expose these entitled assholes for who they really are.

- Yeah, there should be an app for that.

[intriguing music]

- Well, now, there's an idea.

You know what? We should go to Homecoming.

- Whoa, no. - Together.

- No, Simon, I can't,

'cause I have to gouge my eyes out that night.

- And I'm serious. - [scoffs]

- We could get some inspiration for this app idea.

- You little fucked up "Gossip Girl" wannabe.

- "Gossip Girl"? Wow.

You are gay.

- And you fucking ruined our lives.

Why should we listen to her?

- Just hear her out, please.

Tell them about the messages.

- Yeah, I posted your secrets, but that's it.

Somebody locked me out and changed the password

before the picture of your meeting was posted,

and the video of you, Bronwyn.

Last time I tried to log in, all I got

was this threatening message.

It popped up and then disappeared.

- What did it say?

- "Simon says: back off."

- But you have no proof.

- Okay, do you guys have any idea of what would happen

if they catch us meeting in secret again?

How that'll look in the eyes of the police,

who we already know are dying to make an arrest?

- Wait, we think we know

who killed Simon, and who's been stalking us.

- So just tell us already.

- It's TJ.

- TJ? - Yeah.

The day that Simon was murdered,

I saw TJ grab him in the hall.

They had a whole argument. It's how Simon got detention.

I'm pretty sure TJ was threatening him, okay?

I didn't think anything of it at first,

but that's just because I thought one of you did it.

No offense.

- What if TJ knew that Simon was going to post our secrets?

He told me he had done something he wasn't proud of.

- Of course you'd think someone would kill for you.

- Well, someone was stalking me at the water park last night,

and TJ has been messaging me, and is obsessed with me.

And after I broke his heart, and he got suspended,

someone revoked Janae's access to About That,

followed the four of us,

and then posted that photo of our meeting place.

So, like, maybe you can just believe women, Bronwyn.

- Seriously?

- TJ's like, the chillest guy I've ever met.

I really don't see it.

- Is it possible he's smarter than he looks

and sounds and acts?

Look, I mean, sometimes people aren't what you expect.

- And sometimes people are exactly what you expect.

This is ridiculous.

- If it's so ridiculous,

Nate would be crossing the border into Tijuana right now.

Instead, he's here, helping me with my plan.

- Is that true?

- He had his passport on him last night.

He still has it on his motorcycle,

and he's planning to leave if my plan doesn't--

- I didn't think it mattered to you

where I parked my bike, Bronwyn.

- Okay, not this shit again. What do you mean your plan?

- TJ's here tonight.

I can get close to him, maybe tug on his heartstrings,

distract him and then Nate can swing by, swipe his phone,

and we can use his location data to retrace his steps.

- No!

If you're right about TJ, that means

that he's a psycho stalker killer.

You shouldn't be tugging on anything of his.

- He's actually right. - Thanks.

- You should do it.

- Excuse me? - You're his friend.

Make him use his phone, check the code.

Once he's had a few drinks, I'll bump into him and take it.

- Okay, okay, say we do this.

How are you going to get the data off TJ's phone?

- I heard that your sister's good with computers

and stuff, so-- - No, no way. Don't you see?

She's pointing at someone else so we don't focus on her.

- Oh, that's normally your thing.

- What are you saying?

- We all saw the video. You stole the laptop.

Clearly, you didn't want your secret getting out.

- Neither did any of you.

And I didn't tell you about the laptop

because I didn't want to implicate you,

but you went ahead and ratted me out

the first chance you got.

- They were pressuring me about Cooper and--

and his incident in the past.

- What? So there's something?

- That doesn't matter.

- It matters if you're still lying to us.

- Okay, well, I may not be perfect,

but at least I didn't fake my mom's death.

- Okay, you guys, enough.

There's someone out there trying to frame us,

and, judging by last night, even trying to kill us.

Can we all just work together for one night?

[tense music]

- Fine.

But my sister's not gonna be involved in this.

And just so you know, I don't trust her.

I barely trust any of you.

* *

You look-- - Ridiculous? I know.

- That's not what I was gonna say.

- That's not how I wanted you to find out I was leaving.

- Look, Janae's story doesn't add up.

If Simon was caught fighting with TJ,

then why wasn't TJ in detention?

- It would at least be on his record.

- So if the story is true, then Gupta would have

a record of the altercation.

In her office.

- Your parents are right.

I am a bad influence.

["Bad Together" by Dua Lipa playing]

* *

- Don't think I didn't notice

you and your murder crew disappeared at the same time.

- It's Murder Club.

You can at least get the hashtag right

since your date started it.

- You really want to share a hashtag with those people?

- Dude, why do you care?

What, is this about Addy?

Look, if you're still mad, maybe you should talk to her.

- It's not about her, man. It's about you.

That arm is a golden ticket.

You know what I'd do for that kind of talent?

You know, I'd be a shitty friend

if I just sat around

and watched you throw that all away for them.

You're Cooper fucking Clay, man.

You have any idea how lucky you are?

* *

- Where the fuck is Nate?

- Okay, come on, come on.

- It's locked.

- Try her desk while I work on this one.

- It's not here.

Oh, I guess that makes sense

considering this one folder is taking up all the space.

Nathaniel MaCauley.

It's even bigger than I thought it'd be.

- That's bait.

- You think there's anything in here that might explain

how your mom rose from the dead?

- How long have you been waiting

to bring it up, Bronwyn?

- Oh, I don't know, Nate.

Ever since I saw her at your house, not dead.

- I'm sorry I lied to you, okay?

But I'm not sorry you didn't know the truth

because that would mean you know

about her mental health issues,

her drug problems, how she abandoned me.

I told the lie because it was easier than the truth.

But once you say something like that,

how--how do you unsay it?

You sound like a fucking psycho at that point.

And it's not how I wanted you to look at me.

[suspenseful music]

Shit!

- Taking my 15 upstairs, getting coffee, over.

- All right, copy that.

* *

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Shit.

- Yeah, hey, Tim, we need you downstairs.

- Damn it. Copy that. On my way.

[gentle music]

* *

- You have long and lonely ride to Mexico ahead of you.

We should get moving.

["Simmer (Nao Remix)" by Mahalia feat. FLOHIO playing]

* *

[indistinct chatter]

[phone buzzes]

- Fuck.

[intriguing music]

* *

- TJ Forester.

There's nothing here about a fight with Simon.

I knew she was lying.

- No, she wasn't.

Simon's detention slip for an altercation with TJ.

- So Janae wasn't lying?

Why was Simon the only one who got detention?

- Sorry, sorry.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, um, how--how's it going?

- How's it going?

I mean, you would know if you hadn't ghosted me.

- Technically, it's not ghosting if I come back.

If anything, I'm a zombie.

- Right.

Too bad I forgot my crossbow.

- TJ, look, I was in a bad place.

Just needed a little time to screw my head on straight.

Can we please talk?

- Let's go somewhere private.

- How about a dance?

- A dance? - Yeah.

- What about your ex? Huh? What about my ex?

- It's our last homecoming.

There's no one else I'd rather dance with right now.

- Can you believe her?

- Haven't you been grinding all over Jake tonight, Vanessa?

- Um, okay, speaking of unwelcomed observations,

there's a little rumor going around about your boyfriend.

And in my opinion, shoe fits.

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

- Were you not questioned by the police?

They're implying you're really not his type.

Because he's gay.

- And I read on TMZ

that Addy and Bronwyn were members of Simon's sex cult,

so whatever.

- Yeah, whatever.

[pop song playing]

* *

- This isn't going according to plan.

- You know, I've had a lot of time to think

about you, about that night.

- And?

- I think that you might be the one I was looking for.

- Can I cut in?

- What are you doing-- - It's her choice.

Have fun.

- Jake, what are we even doing right now?

- Nothing we've never done before.

Also, this is a clear case for hair police.

- This would be worth the electric chair

for Officer Riordan.

But I like it.

- I actually like it too.

Look, Addy, I know things have been crazy.

- Hey. Yeah, don't worry. I got it.

- What the f--

- What's going on with you? - Jake--

- Hey, hey. Hey, hello--

[feedback squeals] Wow.

Um, it is the moment you've all been waiting for.

It is time to announce your homecoming

cis-royalty, or whatever.

Um, your Homecoming king and queen are...

TJ. [applause]

Yes, whoo! TJ. You--you know him. Yep.

And Addy. Addy Prentiss.

You all know her. She's famous, right?

So, uh, get up here, both of you.

Come on. Whoo! Time for your little dance

'cause that's what happens now, right?

Come on.

TJ, Addy.

Okay. Yeah.

I know what you're all thinking.

Who gives a fuck

about this patriarchal bullshit when my best friend is dead?

Because somebody murdered him.

And the killer is someone you know.

Someone at this stupid fucking dance, probably.

Whoever you are,

you will never get away with it

because I will find you, and I will end you.

[crowd murmuring]

You hear me? I will-- - Okay, now.

Come with me.

[tense music]

- And one more thing, the Bayview Four are innocent.

* *

[pop music playing]

* *

- I lost TJ.

- Ah, but you had no problem finding Jake.

- He found me, and never mind that.

Where the fuck were you?

- Maybe you were right to be suspicious of TJ.

He did get in a fight with Simon that day

and, strangely, he never got detention.

- Remember when I said believe women?

- You do know that's not what the phrase refers to, right?

- Hey, we still need to find his phone.

- Oh, I'll check the parking lot for his Jeep.

Check the bathroom. Text me if you see him.

- Yeah.

- So you ditched me for Murder Club?

Where was my invite? - Keep your voice down.

You're not in Murder-- Mutual Exoneration Club.

- Mm, yeah, that's not rolling off anyone's tongue.

Just tell me what's going on. You can't shut me out forever.

- Watch me try.

[dramatic music]

* *

- [retching]

- Great speech.

You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm--I'm fine.

You can go. Like, I'm disgusting.

- [scoffs] Save it.

After leukemia, you're not exactly blowing my mind.

You know, maybe I'm wrong, but...

Always kind of seemed like the only reason

you'd come to these stupid dances

was to hang out with Simon and make fun of everyone.

You know,

something I like to remember is that stars are dead too.

They burned out thousands of years ago,

but their light still hits us

like little ghosts.

- Why don't you just tell her you like her?

I haven't seen a more obvious pairing

since Bert and Ernie shared a bed.

- You're evil.

- Well, I clearly established myself as chaotic neutral.

- Is that why you've been flirting with her all day?

- I'm not flirting. - No?

- I'm being a good listener. - [scoffs]

- What? I'm admiring her features.

The ones that you always point out.

- Whatever, will you just stop pressuring me for, like,

five minutes, please? - Sure, yeah.

- Great. - Fine.

- Great.

- But why are you acting like you don't give a fuck?

Is it--am I triggering some sort of secret trauma

that I don't know about?

- I don't need a second therapist, Simon.

I need a friend.

And lately all you've been is About That with legs.

- A real friend will tell you to seize the moment

before it's gone.

Just so you know, if you don't make a move,

I can't promise I won't.

[pensive music]

* *

- Maeve...

I...

[phone dings]

Oh, fuck.

[suspenseful music]

- What is that?

- I got one of these before, and then it just disappeared.

Like that. [phone dings]

- Shit. - Fuck, we should go.

- What? - We should go.

- No, Maeve, no. There's no we, okay?

What? I'm not about to walk you

into an obvious trap.

I mean, Bronwyn might not be a murderer, but I know

where I stand on her fuck, marry, kill list, okay?

Whoever's out there, they heard my speech.

They wrote this, and now they're here,

and they're fucking dangerous.

- So what are you gonna do about it?

- I don't know.

- Fuck. Maeve! Maeve, wait!

[pop music playing]

* *

- Did Maeve pass by here just now?

- No. Why? Are you okay?

- Who led discount Billie Eilish

off her meds again?

- Hey, let's dance.

- No, I'm not really in the mood.

- Well, then get in the mood

because people are talking about you.

Let's put on a show.

["Wildfire" by Cautious Clay playing]

* *

- * This love is so costly *

* It's killing me softly *

* Don't know what to call it *

* This thing that you started *

* You make it look easy *

* The way that you lead me *

* Into the fire, babe *

* Are you coming with me? Yeah *

* If you don't wanna stay, don't wanna stay *

* Then please stop moving this way *

* You're starting up a wildfire in my heart *

* Hope it's what you want *

* Not just what you do *

* You're starting up a wildfire in my head *

* Hope it's what you meant *

* Not just what you do *

- I don't think I can do this anymore.

- * What you meant *

* Hope it's what you want *

* Not just what you do *

* What you want *

* Not just what you do *

* Hope it's what you meant *

* Not just what you do *

["Feel Good" by Gryffin and Illenium feat. Daya playing]

- No sign of TJ.

- This is not how I pictured my senior Homecoming.

- Same.

Although to be fair, I never pictured mine at all.

- I don't understand why you've just given up.

- You didn't see Wheeler coming after me

in the interrogation.

She's put a price on my head.

- Because you wouldn't give me away

with the laptop?

- Yeah.

But maybe Addy's right,

and we can solve this before I take off.

I'm just not holding my breath.

- If you don't believe in this crazy plan,

then why are you even here?

- * It's only moments, and I'm in heaven, oh *

* You make me feel good *

* You make me feel good *

- Thanks.

* *

[footsteps pounding]

- Please, please tell me you've seen Maeve?

- Janae, what do you mean?

[phone buzzes] Where's my sister?

- Never mind. It's nothing. Uh, don't worry about it.

I shouldn't have asked. Everything's fine, I think.

So, um, yeah, she's good. - Where's my sister?

[dramatic music]

* *

[pop music playing]

[phone buzzes]

- Keely. Keely, wait.

- We had a plan. - Look.

We do not need to be dating to go to college together.

Okay, I will talk to your parents.

I will be there if Zach shows up, but as a friend.

The thing is, I needed you to be my girlfriend,

but you do not need me to be your boyfriend.

- I think I love you.

[apprehensive music]

- Keels, you don't love me.

You love the idea of us. - What's the difference?

I was in love,

or I wouldn't have done the things I've done.

- Hey, what do you-- what do you mean?

Keely, what did you do?

- Before school started, at Jake's party,

Simon came to me.

He somehow figured out you're gay

and threatened to out you on About That

if I didn't give him something juicier in exchange.

- And you did.

- I saw Addy and TJ at the beach together.

And I told him about how

TJ has always been obsessed with Addy, and--

- So TJ really has always been obsessed with her?

- Why does that even matter?

I'm a horrible friend,

all because I wasn't ready to say goodbye

to my stupid, fake boyfriend.

[phone buzzes]

* *

- You really shouldn't be up here alone.

That's where the bad kids hang out.

- Please don't be mad, TJ.

Jake just caught me off guard.

- Fuck you, Addy.

- You were right, you know?

That night at the beach.

[tense music]

Jake doesn't deserve me.

* *

- I thought you blocked that whole night out

as soon as Jake got back.

- I remember every second.

For a while, I tried to forget.

I can't.

- Really gonna act like you didn't just

blow me off again for Jake?

You know, you can't just pout your lips

and make everything better again.

- Sorry. Maybe this is too much.

I'll let you sleep on it. - Wait.

- Fuck!

* *

- Why'd you steal my phone, Addy?

This is what you were really after all night?

Is that why Janae--

You're going to explain it to me.

- TJ. - Now.

- TJ! [gasps]

- Addy, what's going on?

- Run! - Hey.

Addy! Addy!

Addy, open the fucking door.

- And it's locked.

- Okay, so it's 201 or 021 or I don't know.

- How could you forget, Janae? It's three fucking numbers.

- I'm drunk, Bronwyn. Is that a crime?

- Literally, yes.

Think!

My sister's out there, and she could be in danger.

- I know!

Okay, do you think I don't fucking know that?

Do you think I don't care? - No. Why would you?

- Because I--

Care about her.

- No, it's--it's actually my fault.

She keeps trying to prove herself to me

because I keep treating her like my fragile kid sister.

- Oh, no, Bronwyn doesn't even need a chaser.

- Thank you. We need to split up.

- You want to split up?

Don't you watch horror movies? - She doesn't.

It's her biggest flaw, actually.

- I just need to find Maeve.

["I Won't Let You Down" by Curtis Harding]

- * I won't *

- * I'm here for you *

- * Let you down * - * Whatever you do *

- Maeve.

- * I won't *

- * When you're going through *

* *

- * Let you down * - * Know I'm here for you *

* *

* Take your time *

* And don't go to strangers *

- Hey, Nate. - Janae.

I think it might be this one.

- Locker 102.

- Okay.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- This is Addy's locker.

- Oh my God, it's Maeve.

- Maeve, are you okay?

- I found something. - In Addy's locker?

- Remember the EpiPen that was missing

from Simon's bag the day he died?

[footsteps pounding]

- Good news. We got TJ's phone.

- Bad news,

you might be going to jail.

- I have no idea how that got in my locker.

Whoever's sending you those messages put that in there.

Somebody who wants to frame me.

TJ, we have his phone now, so we can check.

- Maeve, could you go somewhere safe and go through his phone?

We have to figure out where he was last night.

Janae, would you go with her? Make sure she's okay.

- Come on.

- I just didn't want them around

when we talk about destroying evidence.

- Say that again?

- Do you want to go to the cops,

explain how we got it?

- And they wouldn't believe Addy.

They wouldn't believe any of us.

- You guys believe me, right?

- I do. This is clearly a setup.

I mean, we all know you're smarter

than to leave evidence in your locker.

Again.

[suspenseful music]

If we destroy this thing, we're committing a crime together.

There's no going back from that.

And if any of us tells, we're all fucked.

Are you ready for that?

I, for one, don't think anyone here killed Simon.

- Me either. - Same.

- Motherfuckers.

All right, well, how do we even do it?

- I have an idea.

- Anybody having second thoughts?

- What's one more felony between friends, right?

- So now we're friends?

- I guess.

Or as friendly as you can get when you're not 100% sure

the other person isn't framing you for murder.

* *

- Good news, EpiPen's taken care of.

- Bad news,

you guys were wrong about TJ.

- Oh, I'm really not loving this routine.

- Yeah. Well, Janae and I just went through his phone

and the entire time that TJ was suspended,

he was either surfing, getting In-N-Out,

or at home YouTubing doomsday prepper videos.

The point is, he wasn't stalking Addy at the water park

and he was miles away from the movie theater

when someone else took a picture of you guys.

- So the killer is still out there.

- Yeah, it's great 'cause that went nowhere

and I made myself a target tonight for nothing.

- Hey, that wasn't for nothing.

That was for Simon.

[ukulele strums] - * Fuck you *

* Fuck you very, very much *

* Oh *

- Oh, shit, you're still alive?

- Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

- Oh.

What am I supposed to do with this then?

- Oh. Funeral cake? You shouldn't have.

[strumming notes]

- Do you remember that pact Houdini made with his wife?

Whoever died first had to contact the other

from the grave?

- Yes, and nothing ever came

because ghosts have better things to do.

- It just got me thinking about, you know,

things I might never get to say to you

or, um, some things I maybe sort of regret.

- I get it. I do.

You're apologizing to me. - No, no, no.

- It's really-- - No. Hold on.

Not an apology, um, more of an update.

I know I've been distant lately...

So I'm going to back off from Maeve.

I've got enough on my plate with AP classes

and--and college applications.

She's just a distraction, so. - It's not about Maeve.

You fucking know that.

- You're going to make me say it.

- Yeah.

- I was a bad friend,

and I'm sorry.

- I love you.

- Sure.

- Really? Sure? - What?

- Give me something.

- Same. - [laughs]

- What?

[pensive music]

* *

- Janae.

- Maeve, Maeve, please. I can't.

Please stop showing up for me, okay?

- Okay, fine. I'll go.

- I hate most people. I hate pretty much everyone.

I'm really good at it. And I don't hate you.

[gentle music]

* *

I think you're fascinating,

and you make me smile, and you're, like,

the bravest person I've ever met.

And it's not even annoying that you keep showing up

when I want to be alone, but I--

I really need you to stop because every time you do...

- Every time I do what?

- I like you.

So I just--I really would appreciate it

if you could stay away from me.

* *

Why did you do that?

- 'Cause I wanted to.

- Could someone really have come into the room,

put the peanut oil in his cup, and not be seen in, like, what?

Three seconds?

- We were the only ones who could.

- Except for Ms. Avery. - And what's her motive?

I mean, Simon didn't have anything on her.

- We don't know that.

What if Simon didn't post all the secrets he knew?

What if, sometimes, he would trade for better gossip?

- How would you know that?

- I just found out Keely was trying to keep Simon

from posting one of my secrets

in exchange for something better.

- Do you mean one of our secrets?

- So Keely told him about me and TJ to protect you.

- I'm sorry, Addy.

- Maybe he was blackmailing other people?

- Was that a camera flash?

- Come on!

[intense music]

* *

- What the fuck, Vanessa?

- Okay, back off.

- Looks like we found our stalker.

- Were you following me last night?

- What?

Oh, I get it.

The four of you have convinced each other you're innocent,

and so, naturally, you've invented

a villain to trauma bond over.

That is so deeply pathetic,

but I am flattered that you think it's me.

Oh, and your cute little Murder Club reunion

in the library, guaranteed to do numbers, so thank you.

Don't worry, I'm tagging all you photogenic little bitches.

- That is it. I've had enough of your shit.

- You bitch.

You are so lucky I have Apple Care.

- Could Vanessa be the big bad?

- She's definitely moved up on my suspect list.

[multiple phones dinging]

[pop music playing]

- Maybe we should go.

- Screw that.

I am not giving this win to fucking Vanessa, of all people.

They want to stare?

Let's give them something to stare at.

This is our last Homecoming too.

- Addy's right. - Seriously?

- It's like my T-ball coach used to say,

"Sometimes you got to grab life by the horns

and make the devil suck your dick."

- I'm assuming he got fired?

- Oh, definitely.

- I mean, the parents are going to see the picture anyway.

- Nathaniel MaCauley, are you asking me to dance with you?

- Well, Ms. Rojas, what do you say?

- Fuck it.

["Good 4 U" by Olivia Rodrigo]

* *

- * Ah! *

* Good for you, I can see you moved on really easily *

* You found a new girl, and it only took *

* A couple weeks *

* Remember when you said that you wanted *

* To give me the world? *

* And good for you *

* I guess that you've been working on yourself *

* I guess that therapist I found for you *

* She really helped *

* Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl *

* *

* Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy *

* Not me, if you ever cared to ask *

* Good for you, you're doing great out there *

* Without me, baby *

* God, I wish that I could do that *

* I've lost my mind, I've spent the night *

* Crying on the floor of my bathroom *

* But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it *

* But I guess good for you *

* *

* Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy *

* Not me, if you ever cared to ask *

* Good for you, you're doing great out there *

- TJ, TJ, TJ!

I'm so, so sorry. I owe you a huge apology.

I thought that you were stalking us,

which made me think that you might have killed Simon, and--

- Are you insane? - Maybe.

There's something definitely wrong with me

because I knew that you liked me,

and I played with your feelings anyways.

But the thing is, I never took us seriously

because I knew that you deserved better.

You are a great guy-- - You're doing it again.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You--you deserve better.

- Look, Addy, I really liked you.

Okay? I really did. I did everything for you.

And--and you-- - Wait, wait, wait.

What do you-- what do you mean by that?

You told me you did things you weren't proud of.

TJ, did Simon come to you?

Did you trade someone else's secret to protect ours?

Is that why you fought in the hallway

because he was going to post it anyway?

- Addy, Addy. - Who?

TJ, whose secret did you give?

- Ms. Avery? - You happy?

Got what you wanted. Now, leave me alone, please.

I really need a break from you.

- * I've lost my mind, I've spent the night *

* Crying on the floor of my bathroom *

* But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it *

* But I guess good for you *

["Don't You (Forget About Me)" playing]

- * Hey, hey, hey, hey *

* Ooh, ah *

* *

- Nate,

we're going to get who did this.

We're going to figure this out. You don't have to leave.

- For a debate team captain, I'm not sold, Rojas.

- Okay.

Well, I don't want this to be the last time we dance.

And I know it's not fair of me to ask,

but if I don't, I'm going to regret it

for the rest of my life.

Will you stay?

- For me?

- * Love's strange, so real in the dark *

* Think of the tender things that we were working on *

* Slow change may pull us apart *

* When the light gets into your heart, baby *

* Don't you forget about me *

* *

* Don't, don't, don't, don't *

* Don't you forget about me *

* *

[music stops]

[people murmuring]

- Detective?

- Nate MaCauley, you're under arrest

for the murder of Simon Kelleher.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be held against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one, one will be provided for you.

Do you understand these rights?

- No, you're--you're making a mistake.

- Come on.

- You're making a mistake. - Let's go.

- He didn't do it! Nate, you're going to be okay.

- Make sure to tag those EpiPens.

- Make some room, make some room!

[apprehensive music]

- Okay, gang, back inside, please.

- Just stay back.

- * Don't you * - * Don't you *

- * Forget about me *

* Don't, don't, don't, don't *

* Don't you * - * Don't you *

- * Forget about me *

* Don't, don't, don't, don't *

* *

* As you walk on by *

* *

* Will you call my name? *

* *

* As you walk on by *

* *

* Will you call my name? *

* I said la, la-la-la-la *

* As you walk on by *

* La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la *

* As you walk on by *

- * La-la-la-la *

* La-la, la-la-la... *