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[suspenseful orchestral music]

[crickets chirping]

♪

Oh... hey, buddy boo.

Come here, boy.

- Come here. - [computer dings]

[clears throat]

All right.

[computer keys clack]

- Hey, girl. - Hi, Wrestlerstud.

You look hot today.

- So do you. - Thanks.

[giggling]

Show me lower.

Mm-mm-mm.

[computer chiming]

Thank you, mama.

[woman] Gotta be quick.

Whatever you want.

Ooh. Did you save a big load for me this time?

Just wait and see, baby.

- Oh, fuck. - [woman moaning]

[both panting]

Who's your buddy? Does he want to join?

What buddy?

The one that just came in the room.

[chuckles]

You scared me.

[loud banging on door]

[clicks keyboard]

What?

- [Chloe] Dude. - What?

Use fucking headphones

if you're gonna watch porn.

I have students texting me.

I didn't know that it went through the door.

It does when it's open. Shut it, like this.

- I was sh... - [door slams]

- [zipping] - [sighing]

Sorry.

Need to get back in the mood.

Well, where'd your friend go? Maybe he can help.

[chuckles] Nice try.

Ah, fuck!

[fists thudding]

[woman] Stop! Stop it!

You're gonna kill him! Stop it! Get off!

Get off of him! Stop!

[computer keys tapping]

[laid-back pop music]

♪

[car engine humming]

[engine stops]

Man, oh, man. Look at this.

Wish I was going back to college.

I know. I know you crushed it.

Yeah. Well, you can too, you know.

You know it doesn't matter you didn't do shit in high school,

'cause college chicks are, like, way more sophisticated.

Dudes too. Hey, college dudes are, like,

sophisticated, you know?

- I'm here for the education. - Yeah, I know, Mr. Full Ride.

All I'm trying to say is college is about

finding out what you want and going after it.

Jacob. I got it.

I know. I know. You got it.

All right.

Thank you.

Look, Bri-Bri.

Me and Nana, we're real proud of you, okay?

Now, 15 minutes down the road if you need anything.

Go get 'em, tiger. Come on!

- Want me to help you? - Yeah. Just...

- You're a big, strong boy. - Thanks.

- All right. Let's go. - I'm good.

Looking good, buddy.

[trunk slams]

Proud of you, bro.

Thanks.

[overlapping chatter]

Hey. Brian Tims?

Hi, welcome to Starling University.

I'm Chloe, your dorm R.A.

This is Tommy, my jack-of-all-trades.

- Let me get you checked in. - [keyboard clacking]

[chuckles] "New Joisey." The armpit of America.

At least it's only eight miles away from midtown Manhattan.

Yeah. No one from New Jersey actually says "Joisey"

in any context, unless you're from New Jersey

and trying to explain that people don't say "Joisey."

If you say so.

All right, this is gonna get you on Wi-Fi.

It's also got some orientation materials

and some free student software.

And...

all right, Joisey. You are in room 213.

- Thanks. - See you around.

Good luck.

[overlapping chatter]

♪

- Oh. I'm sorry. - Okay.

[woman] Erin! Erin, where are you?

Whatever.

[boy] Hi! How are you?

[girl 1] So good to see you!

[girl 2] Hi! No, no, I just arrived.

- Oh, shit. - I'm... I'm so sorry.

God. You ever heard of knocking?

Should I leave? I...

- [laughs] - Just messing with you, bro.

It's all good.

Um... here, set your monitor down,

I'll help you with your bag.

- [thud, shattering] - Shit.

Got a body in there, or what's up, man?

I just... I brought a bottle of wine with me.

Ah! Fancy, aren't you?

Well, I'm sorry about that, man.

I'll get you a new one. I'm Jeremy.

- Brian. - Nice to meet you.

This is my beautiful girlfriend, Lexi.

- Hi. - Brian.

Ah. You must be one of the lucky freshman

to get a sophomore roommate to show you the ropes.

I guess so.

All right, well, come on. Let's let him get settled in peace.

- [Jeremy] See you around. - Thanks.

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

Hmm.

Speak of the devil.

No, no, Nana, Nana. No, I...

I'm not calling you the devil. I was...

I was looking at a picture of you when you called.

Yeah, everything's great.

No, I'm... I'm glad I saved the money.

Yeah. You know, screw NYU.

Yeah, his name's Jeremy.

He's got a really pretty girlfriend.

Yeah. Really pretty.

- Nah. - [clattering]

[ominous music]

Apparently he, uh, took over my drawer.

[sighs]

No, Nana, I did not get a chance to choose

my side of the room.

No. Yeah, that's... yeah, that's right.

[grunts]

Well, I don't know. Maybe he's just...

Maybe he's just being an idiot. I don't know.

Hey, Nana, I should... I should go

before I break anything else.

Okay... okay, Nana.

Bye, Nana.

I love you too.

Okay, ciao.

♪

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[zipping]

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♪

♪

[crickets chirping]

[click]

[dial tone ringing]

- [Jacob] What's up, bro? - Yeah, I have a flash drive

that, uh, says it's full, but when I open it, it looks empty.

Yeah, that happens if you eject it

before emptying the trash. Uh, hit command-shift-period

and you should see the hidden trash folder,

and then you can just delete whatever's in there.

Oh, okay, cool. Thanks, that worked.

Yeah, no problem. Peace.

[clicking]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[click]

- [gasping on video] - [Caleb] Harder.

- Pop it for me, baby! - [girl] Oh, my God.

- [balloon pops] - Pop one more for me.

- [balloon squeaking] - [moaning]

[Caleb] Come on. Pop one more for me, baby.

- [popping] - One more! One more, baby!

[popping & squeaking]

[clicking]

[whip cracks]

[can spritzing]

Now smear it all over your face, boy.

[can spritzing]

[man] You know what I want next.

[Caleb] I know what you want, master.

I know you want a bit of that.

Huh, master?

[man] Aren't you forgetting something?

[Caleb] Yeah, I am. I am, master.

This is what I'm missing.

[man] You know exactly where to stick that.

[whip cracks]

[Caleb] Oh, yeah. Right there.

Mmm, down here, down here, baby... master.

Whoa.

♪

♪

[click]

Oh, you're very talented, Mr. Clown.

[clown laughing hysterically]

Happy birthday to me!

[laughing continues]

[horn tooting]

[clown laughing]

[low, intense music]

♪

♪

- [Jeremy laughing] - [Lexi] Yo! Oh.

Well, Zeta Delta Psi's throwing a party.

- What's that? - [Lexi] A frat!

Come on. There'll be beer, girls, guys.

- What more do you need? - I don't know.

I might... I might just hang out, watch a movie.

Bro... bro!

- Yeah. - [Jeremy] Come on, dude!

Let's go, baby!

[frat guy] Woo! Zeta Delta Psi, let's go!

[repetitive dance beat]

♪ Got that sweet, sweet, sweet ♪

♪ I pour some sugar ♪

♪ I got that sweet, sweet, sweet ♪

Joisey!

- Let's do shots. Here. - I'm good.

- No, no, no, don't be such a beeyotch.

- Thanks. - Cheers.

♪ Got a sweet tooth, pour some sugar ♪

♪

[cheering]

[girls, chanting] Shots! Shots! Shots!

[guy] You gotta drink it! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Ha ha!

♪

Yo, Bri-Bri!

This is dope. College party.

Yeah, it seems more like a "you" thing.

Yeah, well, it looks like you're doing just fine.

- Come on, let's dance! - Hey, I'm Janelle.

This is my brother, Jacob.

I'm security.

Tough guy.

Well, we're stealing him, so...

[pulsating dance music]

[crowd cheering]

♪

♪

♪

You look a little old to be at this party.

♪

- You got weed? - What?

I'm saying you got some fucking weed,

'cause I wanna get fucked up!

♪

That dickwad Jeremy's into dudes.

I am telling you, my gaydar is never wrong.

Oh, my God. Timothy, the tea is boiling!

Your one and only source into the scandalous lives

of Starling's elite.

XOXO, Gossip Girl!

All tea, all shade, all lemonade, honey.

[laughs] Let's just find Janelle.

♪

♪

Who are you checking out?

What?

Who are you checking out?

♪

I thought I saw someone I knew.

Hey, where's Lexi?

Getting more beer.

♪

Lexi!

♪

Lexi!

[clattering]

Whoops. Sorry.

- What the fuck is your problem? - Kenny, stop it! He's new here.

[dude] Fuck you up, bro!

You're friends with this fucking loser?

Shut up and kiss me.

♪

[music thumping faintly]

[exhaling]

You fucked up?

I got a high tolerance.

You gotta shotgun it.

- Shotgun? - Yeah, you shotgun before?

Bro, I've been shotgunning

since you've been sucking on your mom's tits.

- Okay? - [Jeremy laughs]

Damn.

- At least try it. Here, watch. - What?

Yo, hold up. Just come here. Watch, I'll show you.

Whoa. Okay.

[Jeremy laughing]

Well, I'm gonna go.

No, bro, wait. Yo, yo, yo, dude,

I don't know who gave you this shit, but...

Sleep it off, bro. Drink some water, okay?

[Jeremy] It's all good, G.

♪

[guy] Yo. Lexi.

It's Tommy, from class. You all right?

[laughing] Hi!

English Lit. I know you.

Hi. [giggles]

You need a ride or a Lyft or anything?

She's with us. She needs to drink some water.

- Is she good? - Yeah, we got her.

♪

Done.

It's helping.

Let's go.

Oh, it's too much.

♪

[Janelle] How much did you drink?

[Lexi] I don't even know.

I know that you drank the same amount as me tonight.

[Lexi, slurred] I'm not fucked up.

- Oh? - I'm fucked up too.

[Janelle chuckles]

Careful.

Stairs...

You're a really good guy.

Thanks.

Hey, no. This way, guys.

[ominous music]

[door knob rattling]

Fuck...

[mysterious electronic music]

♪

Wrestlerstud?

♪

Who else would I be?

I've never done this before.

Shh...

♪

[music intensifies]

♪

[music fades out]

[birds twittering]

[soft, low music]

♪

Ah.

[water spraying]

[exhaling]

♪

[mysterious electronic music]

♪

[keyboard clacking]

♪

[Cynthia] All of you are thinking the same thing:

Who is this successful woman

and why should we get off Instagram and listen to

this world-renowned professor of physics,

and author of three New York Times bestselling books?

I'll tell you why.

Because I stand between you and your degree.

There also wouldn't be Instagram without physics.

Do follow me, though, I'm trying to get to 500k.

Do you have a pen?

What?

I said, "Do you have a pen?"

Yeah.

[woman on video] I'm coming.

So when we're talking about...

[moaning, panting on video]

[students laughing]

Okay. All right, everyone, please.

Let's just try to stay mature, guys.

- Oh. - Oh, shit.

Sorry. Oh, my gosh.

Shit. What happened to your laptop?

It slipped off my desk.

Oh, you know what? There's just really nice guy

from English Lit who works at tech support.

I can take you over there.

I have to get mine checked out anyway.

I'll just have my brother help me.

He's pretty good with computers.

I kinda don't trust anyone to go through my files.

Why? What you been watching on there, huh?

Uh, what do you mean?

Hey, I am...

I owe you big for last night.

It was... It was no big deal.

Janelle told me some things.

Yeah, well, she... she was pretty drunk,

so I don't know what she told you.

[phone buzzing]

How... How drunk was I?

[phone buzzing

Who's blowing you up?

[text notification]

S... Sorry, I gotta get to class.

[tense electronic music]

[whistle blows]

Let's go. Same thing, same guy. Let's go.

Everybody set? Wrestle.

[thudding]

Jeremy.

[overlapping chatter]

That kid's a freshman walk-on.

I'm sorry, Coach, I'm just distracted.

Reset. Nice. That's what I'm talking about.

[music fades out]

[text notification]

[ominous chord]

[exhaling nervously]

Hey.

Can we at least talk about it?

Why? It's over and done.

Just forget it ever happened.

Um, does Lexi know?

Did you say something to her?

No. No, I would never. I just...

She mentioned something vague, that Janelle knew everything.

Janelle doesn't know shit.

She's just some little fucking slut who's obsessed with Lexi.

I hardly even know her.

Fuck this, man.

[door slamming]

[sighs]

You should be all set.

Yo. English Lit?

Hey. Just because you're cute doesn't mean

I'll let you cut in line.

What does it mean?

[laughs]

Can you help me with this?

It's, like, frozen in an update or something.

Well, we close soon.

I can get to it first thing tomorrow.

Is there any way that you can look at it tonight?

I have a paper due tomorrow. Pretty, please?

Okay. I'll have a look.

[keyboard clacking]

Hmm, your computer is too old for this update.

That's what's slowing you down.

Can you fix it?

Yeah. No problem.

I don't even know how it got like this.

Like, I don't even browse on this thing.

[phone buzzing]

Oh, hey, my boyfriend's here. Gotta go.

Here you go.

- Is it done? - Yeah.

Thanks, English Lit.

I was going to see if you wanted to get dinner.

You have a boyfriend. Great.

Okay. Uh, restore is almost done.

Yeah, thanks for lending me your spare.

Oh, yeah, dude.

WrestlerStud99, what?

You know what? I don't even wanna know.

It's not mine. It was on some memory stick I found.

Well, stop putting foreign sticks into your port, Brian.

I thought it was mine,

but I think it's my roommate's, okay?

I... The folder was hidden in the trash,

so I don't even think he knew about it.

I guess some student was a webcam performer.

Ugh, you look good. You look big.

Fucking sexy.

- What the fuck? - Yeah. The... The guy

on the right is the student. He's in all of them.

Oh, you're such a cute little baby.

Who's a little good baby, huh?

[man crying]

Dude, are they all like these?

I... I don't know.

I... I only saw a couple.

[pounding dance music]

♪

Dude, the sloth, are you kidding me?

He's shaking it way too good.

No, it's not. It's... It's fucking disturbing.

What? Well, Why'd you make a copy of them, then?

I don't know. I was curious.

I mean, who was this guy? What happened to him?

Okay. Okay. I love a good mystery.

- Yeah. - Except in our case,

a trail of clues is a trail of jizz.

[tense music]

[woman moaning pleasurably in video]

[woman panting]

♪

♪

♪

[sniffs loudly]

[Mobydick24] Strip naked.

[Caleb] Like what you see?

[Mobydick24] Yes, show face.

[Caleb] Same time?

[Mobydick24] Okay.

Who is that?

What the fuck?

What?

- Bro, bro, bro, come here. - What?

Dude, wake up. Come here.

[keyboard clattering]

Fuck you, man. Just stop it!

It's fucking creepy.

[Caleb] Ah! Ah!

[muffled groaning]

[yelling then static]

- What happened? - The file got corrupted.

- That's the last one? - Yeah. I mean, I don't think

the dude's filming anything after this, he's probably dead.

Should we call the cops?

I mean, this shit happened a year ago. Right?

- Yeah. - Anything happen to this kid,

they probably know about it.

Yeah, I guess so.

Can... can you ask your roommate about this guy?

Then he's gonna know I went through his stuff.

And he's already pissed at me.

-Okay. Look, I...

I'm sorry. I... I gotta get home.

Okay, I got a class early.

Yeah, dude. All right.

Love you. Get home safe.

[moaning]

Jeremy. Jeremy. Fuck.

Oh, fuck, Jeremy.

Oh, God. Oh, I think I'm going to come.

Jeremy, I think I'm gonna come.

[gasping]

[water spraying]

[low tense music]

Hey, what's wrong?

I'm just stressed. I don't know.

Is there anything I can do to help?

It's not you.

I'll be all right.

Come on.

- [woman screeching] - What's wrong?

[gasping]

Nothing, I... It's...

Let's go.

[church bells ringing]

Guess who made the guest list?

Get up. We're going clubbing.

Yeah, rain check.

This essay isn't gonna write itself.

No, please. Please, please, please, please.

- Yes? - All right.

Yes!

I can't believe you dragged me out here tonight.

Well, I think you should dump Jeremy.

Look at all these hot potentials in here.

They're all daddy types.

I don't want a daddy.

Oh, I don't know about you, but I could use a sugar daddy.

He just wants to get to know you better.

Ugh, bullshit.

Oh, thank you.

What do you think?

I think we can do better.

Cheers.

[dance music playing]

- Oh, my gosh. - See you later.

- Really? - Yes.

♪

♪ I'm a fuckin' tablet and you just a TV ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' new in Hollywood movies ♪

♪

♪ When you boss like Gucci ♪ ♪ Gucci ♪

[suspenseful orchestral music]

♪

Whoever can tie the stem in and out first wins.

And when you lose, which you will,

you have to suck your own cock.

♪

I'm waiting.

[spits]

All right, then.

Ooh. Oh, yeah.

Ooh.

[mouse clicks]

[sighs]

[dance music playing]

♪ Up all night, up all night ♪

♪ Up all night, up all night ♪

♪ Up all night, I said we up all night ♪

♪ Up all night, up all night ♪

♪ Up all night ♪

♪

[suspenseful music]

- [mouse clicking] - [sniffs]

If you [indistinct] don't do what I say,

you're dead.

Fuck you. Okay? Fuck you.

What did I tell you? Leave me alone!

[Brian sighing]

[indistinct chattering]

♪ Up all night, up all night ♪

[ominous music]

♪

Janelle?

[ominous music intensifies]

♪

One more, Brian. You're going to bed.

[exhaling]

[grunting]

[phone trills]

[eerie music]

[keyboard clattering]

Hello, Wrestlerstud.

Like my new friend?

I'm your number one fan.

All right, who are you, man?

Close this chat and I kill the fucking rabbit.

Fuck you, you psychopath!

Strip.

Strip naked.

Do it now.

Faster. Faster!

Ar... a'right. What now?

On your knees.

[indistinct] to eat.

I think it's time for some rabbit stew.

[stammering] Okay, man. Okay. Just take it easy.

I'll do anything you want.

Just... Just don't fucking hurt him, please.

Aww. Too late.

Stop, man! Please!

You fucking bring him back here right now!

I've done everything you fucking asked me to do!

[Brian breathing heavily]

[tense music]

♪

[phone buzzing]

[keyboard clacking]

[car approaching]

Hi, do... do you mind if I sit in front?

♪

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

- [Jeremy] Uh, what's up, bro? - You watch the bunny one?

Yeah, it's fucked up, right?

I wish I'd never watched that one.

Hey, listen, bro. It's not really the best time.

I'm going to call you tomorrow.

- Yeah. Sorry. - All right. I love you.

I got you some bennies and an Adderall.

Thanks.

Yeah.

How much do I owe you?

[sniffs] I can think of something.

I want you to suck my dick.

Okay.

[gentle orchestral music]

♪

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♪

[phone vibrating]

[phone bleeping]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[teacher] Where you going, Jeremy? [echoes]

[echoing voice] You don't wanna be like Jeremy.

[man] Jeremy, what are you afraid of?

[deep voice] Why are you ignoring me?

- Why are you ignoring me? - Ah! What the fuck?

Watch where you're going, dickwad.

- [man] Yeah, dickwad. - Where are you going?

[indistinct sinister whispering]

Animated?

Yes. It's a spider piece.

I'll see you.

Who was that cutie patootie?

It's Tommy. He's just a friend.

Hey, thanks for ditching me last night.

- How was your dick appointment? - Great.

I'm sure it was.

Is there something up with Jeremy?

- What do you mean? - Well, the asshole

slut-shamed me on Insta.

Why would he do that?

Wait what?

It was just right here. It's been deleted.

I think he just wants you to give him a chance.

I swear there's something off with him.

I think you're overthinking it.

- I'll see you later. - Okay.

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[crickets chirring]

♪

- [bleeping] - Jeez!

♪

Hey, do you still have that original flash drive?

Yeah, it's probably still in the drawer.

Okay. Cool. Because... because I was thinking

if we take that original flash drive, maybe we can do a repair

and get an uncorrupted version of the latest file.

I don't know, Jacob. If my roommate

finds out about all this, he's gonna be pissed.

[sighs] what are you so worried about?

What's the deal with you guys anyway?

There's... there's no deal. Okay.

I just... I don't wanna create any problems, that's all.

- What was that? - What?

- Hey, sonny. - Holy shit.

Oh, my God, Nana, ca... can you knock, please, one time?

I don't knock in my own house, okay? Hey, Bri.

It's Nana, hey.

Hey, we love you. I'll call you later. Okay.

Oh, and promise me you're gonna bring that drive.

- Fine. - Okay. All right.

- [beeping] - [Brian sighs]

♪

♪

[beeping]

Do you know who this is?

No. Does he have any mutual followers?

- Janelle. - Ah, shocker.

It's probably her. She's, like, obsessed with you.

Well, I mean, who wouldn't be?

[chuckling]

[gentle orchestral music]

♪

[keyboard clattering]

♪

♪

[girls chattering]

♪

[soft whirring]

[computer bleeping]

- [muffled screaming] - What the fuck?

[zapping]

Fuck you.

- [whimpering] - I'm calling the cops.

[deep voice] Call the cops,

and I'll show them this video of your brother selling drugs.

[operator] 911. What's your emergency?

Bring me original drive or he's dead.

♪

Jacob!

Jacob.

Jacob. [gasping breath] Jacob.

[deep voice] Slide the drive under the door.

The drive, fuck.

[banging]

Jacob. Jacob, are you okay?

- [Jacob groaning] - Jacob?

Sorry, Brian. He wanted that data.

I still have the folder on my laptop.

Yeah, there's something about me...

me repairing that file that spooked the shit out of him.

- You g... g... get me out. - I'll help you.

Thank you. Oh, fuck bro.

[clicking]

[door clicks]

- Oh. - Oh, my gosh.

- My bad. - I'm so sorry.

You don't have to do that. It's okay.

Watch where you're going next time, English Lit.

[sobbing]

Oh, my God, are you okay?

Someone hacked my computer.

I am so sorry.

Why are you sorry?

I never meant for you to find out like this.

[grunting on video]

He stole my videos and posted them.

- What the fuck? - I'm so sorry.

You fucking taped me having sex.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Lexi, I'm so sorry.

- Lexi, I'm so... I'm sorry. - [door thuds shut]

[gentle orchestral music]

♪

♪

[sighs]

♪

[message tone]

♪

[keys clicking]

♪

What the fuck are you doing?

I thought this is what you wanted.

Dude, I have a girlfriend.

That didn't stop you before.

- Yeah. We were... we... - [shushing]

Dude...

I can't.

Dude, I can't.

♪

♪

- [latch clicks] - [thud]

Hey, Lexi. Uh... [laughs nervously]

Uh, me and Brian, we were, um...

Is this what you wanted to tell me?

Fuck you. Fuck you.

♪

- Did you set this up? - No!

You initiated it.

You texted me just now that you wanted this.

No. I didn't.

Look, I'm going to ask you again.

Did you tell Lexi to come here?

No! I haven't said shit to Lexi.

Say it was you.

Don't be fucking stupid.

You wanted it.

[Brian grunting]

Fuck.

♪

[knocking]

[knocks louder]

Brian?

Brian?

Oh, my God.

Who did this to you?

Who did this to you?

Jeremy.

[rattling]

- [grunting] Stop. - Sorry.

You should see a doctor.

No.

Brian, you need to, and then the cops.

- I can't. - You're calling them or I am.

- Jeremy assaulted you. - I don't want to.

Okay. Okay.

I think someone hacked our texts, manipulated us.

It happened to me too.

It has something to do with the videos I discovered.

What videos?

Lexi, please call me back.

Please, I... I just need a chance

to explain what happened, okay?

I don't know who it is, but someone's fucking with me.

I... this whole thing is...

is not what you think it is, okay? I... I just...

I just want to talk, okay? Please give me a call back.

Okay, baby? Please. I just want to talk.

♪

Oh, my God, I know that guy.

- Really? - Yeah. We had a class together

last year. Let me find him.

I think he transferred his senior year.

Here. Caleb Moore.

We studied together sometimes.

[both groaning]

♪

- I got to call my brother. - [keys clacking]

[beeping]

What's up?

Oh, my God. You're beat up too?

Oh, hey.

♪

Look, we found out who the webcam guy is.

His name is Caleb Moore.

Think he's the one messing with us?

I could find out. I mean,

now that we got his name, I could scrub his Social,

the name of his pet, first hometown, wherever else I need

to reset his iCloud password and then...

- download the videos. - That doesn't sound legal.

Yeah. Well, neither does

breaking into my house and beating the shit out of me.

- Fair enough. - Yeah, um...

Let me work on this and, and I'll hit you back, alright?

[beeping]

Total eclipses are a freak of cosmic happenstance.

Ever since the moon was formed about 4.5 billion years ago,

it's been inching away from our planet

at a rate of about 1.6 inches per year.

Now, this only happens when the earth, the sun,

and the moon are perfectly or very closely aligned

- with the Earth... - Smear it all over you.

Smear it all over your body.

Do you like when I get wet for you?

[professor] Your midterms are due Friday.

She's Astronaut 88.

[professor] And please don't forget

there is a lunar eclipse tomorrow night.

[chattering]

I'm sorry you got hacked.

It must be the same person that hacked me.

Why are they doing it though?

It could be anyone afraid of those videos getting out.

My brother's still downloading from Caleb's account.

Good.

Hey, Brian.

What do you want?

Uh... I just...

I just want to let you know

I'll be leaving tomorrow after my meeting.

I'm going to live at home for the rest of the semester,

so you will have the room to yourself.

I should leave before any more bad shit happens.

Yeah! So, why don't you start now?

- Get the fuck out. - Janelle.

No, she's right.

Look, I'm sorry for everything.

You don't honestly feel bad for him, do you?

He assaulted you. Man the fuck up, Brian.

- Hey, English Lit. - What's up?

Nothing.

I just wanted to thank you for the other night.

Don't worry about it.

It's funny, I could've sworn that

you were going to ask me something when I was leaving.

Like what?

Something about dinner.

Didn't she say something about a boyfriend?

Me? [laughing]

I thought you might be hungry.

Will this be our dinner date then?

If it is a date,

maybe we should get the first kiss out of the way.

Uh, here?

[gentle orchestral music]

♪

[glasses clattering]

♪

♪

[birds singing]

Thanks for letting me stay here last night.

Lexi is still moving some things out

and I think it's best that I just give her some space.

It's no problem.

Why is that on?

[suspenseful orchestral music]

♪

That's how he knew I was going over

to Jacob's the night he was attacked.

[low beep]

♪

Listen, you sick fuck!

You pathetic, lonely webcam freak,

I have something that is more powerful than you.

♪

[keys clacking]

[phone vibrating]

[phone beeping]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[phone beeping]

What the fuck?

[keys clacking]

♪

[locker door banging]

- [banging] - [indistinct yelling]

- [athletes yelling] - [audience cheering]

There he is.

♪

Hey, hey, snap out of it.

Focus on the mat. Come up, set the tone.

[cheering]

Gentlemen, shake hands.

- Shake hands. Ready? - [whistle blowing]

[crowd din]

- [thudding] - [audience cheering]

Penalty Sterling. One point.

- Take down, illegal slam. - Damn settle.

[whistle blows]

[whistle blows]

You're fucking out, man.

How does it feel, mother fucker?

- Get the fuck off. - Listen to my whistle.

And two points take down.

That's what I'm talking about.

[whistle blows]

[grunting]

♪

♪

Oh, Brian...

Fuck. What the fuck? Did you do this, motherfucker?

[whistle blows]

Fucking kill you, motherfucker.

Get off of him.

Fucking kill you, you motherfucker!

[computer chimes]

Yes.

[man grunting]

♪

[moaning]

[frenzied grunting]

- Jeremy, stop! - This is what you get

for what you fucking did to me.

- You asked for it. - The hell I did.

Stop, you're going to kill him.

[dramatic orchestral music]

♪

♪

- Jeremy, stop. - This is what you get

for what you fucking did to me.

- You asked for it. - The hell I did.

[woman] Stop, you're going to kill him.

♪

[door rattling]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

♪

[rattling]

Uh-uh.

- Fuck, Nana, what... - Give me that.

I told you no guns in the house.

- Did I tell you? - Can I just have my gun?

No, clean up your room. It's a mess.

What is your purpose? You just annoy me all the time.

[woman] Stop! You're gonna kill him!

Holy shit.

So this whole thing is Caleb Moore

getting revenge on Jeremy for this.

I gotta send to Lexi.

Maybe then she'll see I was right about Jeremy.

Janelle, the whole school just saw me giving a blow job.

This isn't our priority right now.

No disrespect, but it is for me.

[phone buzzing]

♪

Hey!

Hey, uh...

Jackie, right?

- How's it going? - Janelle, shithead.

- What the hell? - Why the fuck did you drag me

into this? I know you have my shit.

I think you have me confused with someone else.

Oh, no. I know exactly who you are.

I know all about you, and Jeremy and Dr. Walker.

That shit's in the past.

Then leave it there.

Keep digging, and see what happens.

Okay.

You know, I don't want anything to do

with that repressed whack job.

[phone buzzes]

[message beep]

♪

[laughing]

So embarrassing.

Alright, alright, maybe it's not the best way to come out,

but the good ones will stick with you and I will too.

Thanks, bro, but I'm more worried about you.

If that footage comes out, you're going to jail.

Yeah, I know. Uh, that's on me.

I should have stopped selling when you told me to.

I want to find out what Jeremy knows and figure this shit out.

I know, I know. Look, look, we will, all right?

We'll figure it out. Don't worry.

Just let me work on this and call me back later.

[beeping]

♪

♪

♪

What up, slut?

I was just kidding.

You're supposed to call me a slut too.

That's what makes it funny. Jesus, Timothy.

That's some kinky shit.

Timothy?

- [taser zapping] - [grunts]

♪

- [banging on door] - Who's there?

[banging]

- Hold on. I'm coming. - [banging]

[banging]

- [zapping] - [screaming]

Help. Help.

♪

What's up? I'm just getting my stuff.

Who's this?

Dude, what the fuck?

Hey, Jeremy.

What the fuck did you get us into?

It's that piece of shit, Caleb.

Yeah, because you broke into his room

and you fucking assaulted him.

We saw the webcam recordings.

Get off me.

I don't have time for this shit.

Just leave me fuck alone. Okay?

You're not going anywhere 'til you tell us

what the deal is with you and Caleb.

I can't.

- What do you mean you can't? - I can't!

I fucking can't, you motherfucker.

You know what the fuck it's like, you fucking bastard!

Fuck!

♪

He raped me.

♪

I never told anyone before.

♪

There was a huge party after we won the match

and Caleb followed me home.

The room was spinning, and...

I knew something was happening to me.

[Jeremy grunting]

Where the fuck am I... where the fuck am I?

Who... who?

Who... who... what the fuck... what the fuck?

Fuck. Get the fuck off me.

You fucker! Fuck. Fuck you.

Then I heard another voice in there.

- Harder. - Fuck.

- Fuck him harder. - Fucking you fucking bitch.

Fucking... fuck you, bitch. Fuck, fuck.

No, no, no. No, no.

I... I can't... I can't imagine.

You can't.

Being in a closet, getting raped.

Hey, I'd want to beat the shit out of him, too.

Or worse.

[sniffing]

You were bottling that up this whole time.

I'm so sorry.

I should've been more honest with you...

With you both.

And now that you have, we can help you.

♪

Thanks.

I'm glad I... I told you two.

[phone buzzing]

- Is that you? - What?

- What the hell? - Oh, my God.

♪

No...

You guys, we have to save her.

[dramatic orchestral music]

♪

What? We just knock on the door?

[phone vibrating]

[keyboard clattering]

Let's sneak around back, see if we can find a way in.

I'm going.

♪

I don't see anyone inside.

See that door over there?

Let's go.

♪

♪

[whispers] Hold on, hold on.

♪

How rich is this woman?

New York Times' best-seller rich.

♪

♪

Caleb?

Wanna start some shit. What's up?

♪

Do something!

Jeremy!

- What? - He's playing games with us.

[Janelle screaming at a distance]

Janelle?

Janelle!

Go get her, I'm getting this fucker.

Janelle?

♪

[door creaks]

♪

[muffled yell]

♪

Janelle, are you okay?

[Janelle crying]

- You okay? - I'm so sorry.

We are going to get you out of here. Okay?

[panting gasps]

[heavy rock music plays in distance]

♪

What is this?

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[sword clangs]

[yells]

[grunts]

♪

- [whimpering cries] - Hold it right there.

How many more of you are there?

Just Jeremy.

Oh, and he's fighting with himself?

[Jeremy screaming]

[gasping]

[soft ripping]

[grunting breath]

You're a liar.

You shouldn't rob a house in a stand-your-ground state.

We're not robbing you.

You are the kids who have footage on me.

I don't care for that. I'm just here for my friend.

You show anyone else?

- [gun blasts] - No!

Jeremy? Jeremy?

Jeremy?

[clang]

[Lexi screams] Brian!

[screeches]

♪

[chamber clicks empty]

[frustrated yell]

[whimpering]

♪

[thumping]

[screams]

♪

♪

[grunting]

[gasping breath]

Lexi, are you okay? It's okay.

It's okay. The cops are on their way. It's okay.

- Hey, what did you do? - Oh, my God. No.

What the fuck is going on? Did you kill her?

I'll fucking kill you.

[gunshot]

It's okay.

Are you okay? It's okay.

[breathing heavily]

[sirens blaring]

[keys clacking]

[upbeat pop music]

[playful slap]

[cheerful greetings]

♪

Joisey! Jeremy, how are you guys?

How is it going?

Pretty good. Got a little street cred now.

Everyone knows I'm a bad bitch.

Hey, I'm gonna go get the room ready, okay?

- See you in a minute. - I'll see you around.

See you. You guys are so cute together.

Hey, do you guys want to come over for a movie tonight?

- What do you have in mind? - Obviously something

from my impeccable criterion collection.

Ghost World? Eraserhead?

No, just... just surprise us.

Will do. See you tonight.

See you, Chloe.

[creaking]

Hey. It's a little better than last year huh?

Yeah.

I'm just glad I can finally be myself now.

We get to stretch out. Come here.

[sighing]

Hey, surprise.

[laughing]

- Surprise, yeah. - Nice digs bro.

You guys didn't have to come by.

Proud of you.

And this one, ah! He's a doll, he's a doll.

You're both adorable together.

Hey I know you're like this big wrestler now,

but you better treat him well or else I'll kick your ass.

Please. You boys want to eat or what?

- I see how it is. Damn. - Come on. Yeah. Yeah.

I need some protein, let's go.

Come here. Lexi wants a pic.

[camera shutter clicks]

Hey, Tommy, are you almost done in there?

[shower running]

[Tommy] I'll be out in a minute, babe.

Weird.

[ominous instrumental music]

♪

♪

[gasping]

Did you say something about a boyfriend?

Hey, Lexi, uh.

Fuck you. Fuck you.

Is there any way that you can look at it tonight?

I have a paper due tomorrow.

Okay. I'll have a look.

Here you go.

- It's done? - Yeah.

Someone hacked my computer.

I'm so sorry.

[suspenseful orchestral music]

♪

♪

Oh, my!

It's okay. It's okay. The cops are on their way. It's okay.

Hey, what did you do?

What the fuck is going on? I'll fucking kill you.

[gunshot]

♪

Rape him, and I want to watch.

♪

Fuck him harder.

He likes it, doesn't he? Fuck him harder.

♪

[Lexi whimpering]

♪

You okay out there?

Babe?

Babe?

Babe?

No. No.

No. No!!

♪

♪ Crowded night on the street ♪

♪

♪ Whispers flow through the air ♪

♪

♪ Feel the sweat from the heat ♪

♪

♪ Hide our eyes from the glass ♪

♪ So we can see ♪

♪ Don't know what to say ♪

♪ And so we dance the night away ♪

♪ The music lifts our bodies up ♪

♪ As we search for the time, for the fleeting lives ♪

♪

♪ Always looking up, let it begin ♪

♪ We are star gazers ♪

♪

♪ Time is flying by ♪

♪ Never let it end ♪

♪ We are star gazers ♪

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