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(MUSIC PLAYING ON EARPHONES)

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(CLATTERING)

(THUDDING)

Who's there?

(RATTLING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(GIRL SCREAMS)

(GIRL PANTING)

Are you all right?

What happened?

Please...

I'll go get some help.

(PANTING)

(PANTING) Run!

(INTENSE THEME PLAYING)

Are you excited?

Yeah.

So you given any more thought
to any clubs or anything?

I don't think I'm gonna do that.

It's a great way to make friends.

I already had friends, Dad.

I needed to get my life
back on track, Riley.

I know.
And for that...

I needed a fresh start.

I know.

Smile...

(CHUCKLES) Hey.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Are you coming?

I am, in, like, five minutes.

Don't wanna be that kid, huh?

(SCOFFS)

(UPBEAT THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Take our picture.

Excuse me?

You're a part of yearbook, right?

How'd you know?

Because your outfit reeks

of second-hand boredom,

and you're taking pictures of everyone.

So you're either a stalker,
or a part of yearbook, but...

(WHISPERS) either wouldn't surprise me.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, my God, just take the photo.

Do we have to say cheese?
Just smile.

Let me fix my hair. (CHUCKLES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Done.

Hmm. Now that's a piece of
meat worth biting into.

Huh?

Mr. Sumner, new English teacher.

I give it two days before I have him

wrapped around my little finger.

All right, let's go.
CHRIS: These themes that we're

talking about, folks,

these ideas,

they are timeless.

That's why we're still reading this book...

decades later.

May I?

Um, sorry, Mr. Sumner,

I was just...

checking in on a family emergency.

CHRIS: Right, right, right, right.

Well, please tell your
family the comment section

on a social media post

isn't the best place to communicate

during an emergency.

(CLEARS THROAT)

"Looking hot, bitches."

(LAUGHTER)

(CHRIS LAUGHS)

Very poetic.

You have music on there?
Yeah.

So tell me a song from your playlist.

Um... "Shape Of You."

Ah, Ed Sheeran. Not a bad songwriter.

But you can only go so far

lyrically when writing a Top 20 hit.

So, everyone, let's, uh,

let's pull out our cell phones, please.

Come on, pull 'em out.

Now, pull up your song of the moment.

And let's, uh, let's take a look.

What you got?

Rihanna.

Really?

All right.

Bruno Mars.

Yeah, I see, I see that.

Miss Taylor Swift, yes.

Big Shawn.

Sorry, I do not know that one.

(CLASS CHUCKLES)

CHRIS: Thank you for
paying attention.

Ah, yes.

The Beatles.

One of the best bands ever.

If you can look past the
fact that they stole

from every African-American artist

from Chuck Berry to Bobby Parker.

Uh, I think you're confusing

inspiration for appropriation.

No, they stole from every
band, and you know it.

Uh, and everyone ripped
off the Beatles, and...

Brahms ripped off Beethoven

and Beethoven ripped off Mozart

and you're ripping off every cool professor

who's ever stepped foot in this classroom.

Okay, okay, listen.

Take it easy.

Listen, the point I'm
trying to make is this.

Not to sound too cliche,

but I wanna be someone you can talk to.

About anything.

TRICIA: Anything?

CHRIS: Yes, anything.

Okay, I wanna broaden your horizons.

Now, I remember what it's like to be young

and not wanna care. You know what?

That's cool.

But in here...

if we can create a space

to just chill... and learn.

And that's what I care about.

All right, so I'll be
here every day at 7:30

if you need help or if
you, you just wanna talk.

What about... after school?

CHRIS: Sure.

(BELL RINGS)

All right, class, thank you.

I have a good feeling we're all gonna get

quite close this semester.

CHRIS: Have a good day.
GIRL: Bye.

CHRIS: Good day. Thanks, man.

Have a good day.

Thanks.

I'm sorry...

did you reserve this or something?

No, I'm just... usually
the only person in here.

Oh.

Heh. Okay.

Can I help you?

I saw you drawing in class.

Is that your stuff?
No.

Uh, my stuff is pretty much just bad.

Is there such a thing as bad art?

I mean... just look at me.

I'm-I'm sketching Wonder Woman fan art.

And Picasso was making masterful
oil paintings at nine.

But no pressure, right?
(CHUCKLES)

Well, age is just a number.

I'm Kyla, by the way.
Uh, I'm Riley.

Hi.
Hi.

So I'm, uh...

I'm guessing you're into art, too.

Photography, mostly.

So, uh, when did you move?

Um, a few weeks ago.

Yeah, my dad was looking for a fresh start.

As he likes to put it.

Which means that I got thrown
into a brand new school

with a bunch of new people.

Well, you met me, so, that's
one fewer new person.

And really, who else do you need?

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) -(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

I'll see if I can add your
picture to the yearbook.

Yeah, sure, go for it.

Uh, what's your last name?

For the caption.

Uh, S-Sumner.

As in...? Please don't say anything.

Having no one know me is so much better

than having everyone know me as Mr.
Sumner's daughter.

My lips are sealed.

Thanks.

Hey, um, not to take advantage, but, um...

I think I might be needing some extra help

in that class this semester.

Do you think maybe we could study sometime?

Uh...

Yeah, sure, why not?

Cool.

(INSTRUMENTAL THEME PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

So, how was your first day?

You look like you survived.

Well, as good as can be expected.

Did you make any friends?

Yeah, I did, actually.

And she even stuck around
when she found out about you.

Hm, so I'm your dirty little secret.

Who was it?

Kyla.

Hm.

The Beatles expert.

Mm-hmm.

She's sharp, that one.

I'm a fan.

Huh! Well, gosh.

Thanks for your approval.

See, I told you it'd get better.

Dad, that was just the first day.

But a good first day, it seems.

Hmm?

(DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING)

Mom?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

Mom!

Hi! Hi, you're late.

I was covering a basketball game.

(EXHALES)

Come here, give me a hug.

Maybe shower first.
(MUSIC STOPS)

What are you doing in that thing anyways?

You haven't gone on it in years.

Not years.

Okay, one year. Ha-ha-ha!

So, what's the deal?

Hot date?
Yeah, right.

Hey, any envelopes of the large variety?

You know... in the mail?

Um, nope.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Maybe
if you would have applied

to more than one school...

Okay, sorry for only wanting the best.

New dress?
(SHOWER RUNNING)

What's that?

Oh, no. I found that in
the back of my closet.

I'm just gonna see if it still fits.

So, why is the tag still on it?

Uh...

Who is he?

He's just a guy.

It's not a big deal.

It's not not a big deal, Mom.

I was just gonna slip out.

A.K.A. you're hiding this from me.

You can trust me. I'm 18.

I'm going off to college.

Come on, I'm a big girl.

You can tell me if you're dating again.

All right.

It's just a guy...

I met at the grocery store.

Is this your first time seeing him?

Mom, details.

You know me.

Good things don't happen to me.

Okay, I will tell you...

when things become real.

Okay?

Okay.
All right, sweetie.

(DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING)

JESS: Ky, are you in your room?

Looks like you really
liked your old school.

Yeah.

Looks like you really
liked your friends, too.

Do you miss 'em?

Yeah, every day.

I mean, we talk on the phone sometimes.

But it's just not the same, you know?

Boyfriend?
Kinda.

The start of something maybe, I don't know.

What about you?

The boys here are just... boys.

(CHUCKLES) -I don't wanna deal with that.

If I'm gonna be in a
relationship with someone...

I want it to be someone who's
mature enough to handle it.

(CHUCKLES) Wow, good luck
finding that in high school.

Right? (CHUCKLES)

So...

What about your dad?

What about him?

Well, is there a Mrs. Sumner?

There... was.

Um... I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry.

It's... the journalist in me,
always asking questions.

No. Just forget I said anything.

No, it's fine, really.

Don't worry about it, it's...

She was, uh...

She was cheating...

on my dad...

for a really, really long time.

I feel like I just pressured
you into sharing something

you didn't want to.
No, it's, it's fine.

Honestly, I...

It's just that sometimes I just...

I get so pissed at Dad

for making me uproot my life,

but saying it out loud like that

actually helps me remember
that it's not his fault.

You're really close with him, aren't you?

No, I was always closer
with my mom, actually.

Now, it's just Dad and me trying to...

weather the storm together.

Well, I think you're doing a good job.

I mean, at least you guys both care.

My dad left when I was six, so...

I guess for him that was
enough time to decide

I wasn't worth sticking around for.

Wow.

Well...

Aren't we a pathetic bunch?

(CHUCKLES)

You know, I'm really glad you found me

in the corner of that computer room.

I'm really glad I found you, too.

Yeah, I think we should

actually start working

like we said we would.

(SIGHS) I guess so.

I'm just gonna go to the
bathroom real quick.

I'll be right back, okay?

Do your thing.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING)

CHRIS: Manhood.

Womanhood.

Right? You hear the term...

What do you feel?

What do you think?

What do you see?

(PENCIL SNAPS)
(GASPS) Oh, no, um...

TRICIA: Mr. Sumner?

Yes, Tricia, go ahead.

My pencil broke.

Could I borrow one of yours?

Oh, hey, you can borrow... Ow! Ahem.

(TRICIA CLEARS THROAT)

Next time... bring a backup.

I just don't really like
the idea of a backup.

Why is that?

Because I know what I want.

And I never settle for second place.

(CHUCKLES) -Well, that is a good attitude.

But the people who fail to see the value

in both preparedness and
the occasional loss...

rarely reach their goals, hm?

Anyone else?

What are you looking at?

TRICIA: Hey, you.

Hi.
I'm Tricia.

Although, I'm sure you
probably already know that.

Yeah.

So, you waiting on Dad?

Or should I say Mr. Sumner?

How do you know?
Please.

I see you ride home with him every day.

It's kind of obvious.

But don't worry, your
secret is safe with me.

You know...

you're actually quite pretty.

Maybe you shouldn't hide your face

from the world so much.

Was there something you needed?

I was just gonna say you probably shouldn't

hang around Kyla so much.

RILEY: What do you mean?

I've just never seen her hang around

with a guy before, that's all.

Kyla and I are just friends.

Good.

Then you wouldn't mind being

my shopping buddy tonight?

TRICIA: So?

What do you say?

I guess.

(KEYPAD TAPPING)

Great. See you later then?

Bye.

What the h...

You scared the crap out of me.

What the hell was that?

And you ruined my drawing, thank you.

Why were you talking to Tricia?

What was she saying to you?

Nothing, s-she was just asking me

if I wanted to go shopping, that's all.

I heard her mention my name.

Were you spying on me?

No, I was not spying on you, okay?

I came over to say hello,

and I saw you talking to Tricia.

She's dangerous, Riley.

(SCOFFS) How?

Uh, well, for starters,

she's very clearly obsessed with your dad.

No, I think she's just
like that with everyone.

No, I know her.

This is different.

Look, she's done this before.

What do you mean?

Last year, Tricia got really attached

to one of our history teachers.

They started meeting up
after school really often.

Rumors started going around

and they replaced him with a substitute

for the rest of the year.

We never were told why, but...

I'm pretty sure Tricia had
something to do with it.

I just...

I don't want something
like that to happen again.

Because I like you, and
it'd be pretty great

if you could stick around.

Thanks for the heads up.
Of course.

That's what friends are for, right?

Yeah.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, friend.

When's your birthday?
Why?

I'm filling out your yearbook profile.

October 14th.
No way.

Why? Do you have the same birthday as me?

'Cause that'd be too creepy.

(CHUCKLES) October 18th, but close enough.

Hm. Wow, so you're younger than I am.

Uh, no, actually, I was held
back in elementary school.

Are you gonna have a party?
I don't know.

You have to, it's your 18th birthday.

I went all out on mine.

Can't remember a thing from that night.

It's just that, I don't know anyone.

Well, I could totally make a post

for a party at your place.

What?
Yeah.

Advertise a little get together.

Well, I thought you
didn't have any friends.

It doesn't matter.

Every bozo in our class

will show up if you offer beer.

(LAUGHS) My dad would never...

You don't actually have to have beer.

You just tell them you're going to.

Okay, that feels a bit hollow.

But you know what?

It's kinda perfect too.

(CHUCKLES) I'm full of amazing ideas.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, uh, I just wanted to
apologize again about before.

Oh, that's fine, don't worry about it.

Does stuff like that
happen to your dad a lot?

People like Tricia?

(SIGHS) I don't, I don't think so.

I mean, he's just not that kinda guy.

You know?

He always goes on to me
about moral high grounds

and blah, blah, blah.

Also... (SCOFFS)

Apparently he's seeing someone.

That was quick. I know.

Apparently he met her at the grocery store.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Uh, I gotta go. Kyla?

Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?

Is this him?
Kyla!

Mr. Sumner.

Um, Kyla.

You're here for Jess?

Oh, uh, your mother...

I presume, yes.

Oh, for heaven's sake,
just let the man in. Hi.

Wow, you are radiant.

Thank you.

You're gonna make me blush.

Oh, I, I doubt that.

(KYLA CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, sorry, so you met Kyla.

My daughter.
Yes.

Uh, Kyla is in my English class.

Wait...

Is this too weird?

Are you... okay with this?

I'll manage.

All right, um, sorry,
uh, these are for you.

Oh, thank you.

They're beautiful, thanks.

Yeah.

Oh, do you wanna get a vase, honey?

Um, yeah.

Okay.

(CHRIS SIGHS)

CHRIS: Wow.

You have a, a beautiful home.

JESS: Thanks.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

CHRIS: What?
JESS: Oh, my God.

What's, what's funny?

When you talked about being a teacher,

I just didn't think about you
being a high school teacher.

And how is that funny?
Sorry. I don't know.

JESS: I just, I never had a
handsome English teacher...

like you, when I went to school, so...

Thank you.

Oh.
Oh, Kyla.

Wow.
I'm so sorry.

Kyla!
I'm sorry. Oh, my God.

I am... No, don't, don't worry.

I'm so sorry. Oh, my God.
It's, it's, it's just cotton.

It's...

I-I'm sorry.
Oh, uh... Yeah.

I am sorry, I'll get that.
Sorry.

JESS: Please...

Oh, man.
Are we late?

No, it's fine, I-I just don't
exactly have a, a backup shirt.

So...
JESS: I know.

Oh, um...
Gosh, um...

I mean...

You guys could do your date here.

Hmm. There is an idea, huh?

Yeah, I mean, uh, I could
help you cook something.

Or I could just hang out in my room.

No way, come on. Join us.

That's, I mean... Is that... Yeah?

That's a great idea. I
mean, I can help too.

I'm not exactly horrible
with a spatula, you know?

Wonderful, good.
Thanks.

Why don't you just see what
we have in the kitchen?

Okay? 'Cause I don't know.
Okay.

So, and I have an extra shirt upstairs.

CHRIS: Yeah?
JESS: If you wanna...

Sure. Please, lead the way.
Sure.

(DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING)

Then I just read that 80% of fitness

is what comes out of the kitchen, so...

I have decided to cut down on my baking.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
Eighty percent?

That seems kinda high.

I mean, you can have a cookie

every now and then, right?

JESS: Well, I do bake the
meanest white chocolate

macadamia nut cookie

you've ever eaten.

JESS: Okay.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Hey. Ky.

Is there something that you
would like to share with us?

Hm?
Hey, that is my line.

(LAUGHING)

It is?

Sorry.

JESS: Hey, how is Frost

stacking up with your old school?

CHRIS: It's great, smart kids...

teachers are good.

But teaching's been a piece of cake.

I mean, to be honest.

JESS: Wow, you are so humble.

(CHUCKLES) No, what I mean is,

uh, teaching's always been like

a hobby compared to
raising Riley on my own.

JESS: Oh, that's nice.

A-and I see the same fire in Kyla.

I'm so happy the two of you
are becoming close friends.

So, um, where are you going to school?

Well, I applied to Emerson,
for journalism, technically,

but ideally, I would like to pair that

with my passion for photography.

That's right. I always see
you with that camera.

You see me?

Uh, yeah, on campus, taking
pictures of everyone.

(CHUCKLES) That is so
awesome, about Emerson.

JESS: Emerson is the only
place that she applied.

Mom.

There's a word

for that kind of overconfidence.

Is that true?

I know what I want.

So it seems.

Uh, Jess, that was terrific.
JESS: Mmm.

CHRIS: An impromptu meal
whipped up from scratch?

Are you sure you don't
do this professionally?

Oh, now you're just flattering me.

I... Plus, I had two excellent sous-chefs.

No, no, don't be modest.

I mean, I could eat that... every day.

I'm serious.

JESS: Where do you think
these compliments

are gonna get you?

I don't know.

But I can't wait to find out.

All right, um, I'm gonna
go finish my homework.

Okay, honey.

Okay. Good night.

JESS: Good night.
CHRIS: Yeah, um...

(DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING)

(KYLA SCREAMS)

JESS: Kyla, what is wrong?

There's someone outside my window.

Oh, my God. Are you sure?
What?

I was changing, and I saw
someone outside watching me.

All right, just, just wait here, okay?

I'll be right back. Just... Okay.

Come here, sweetheart.

You're safe, come on.
(DOOR OPENS)

Okay. Are you okay?

I'm shaking. I don't know who it was.

I know, so what happened?
I don't know.

I was changing, I saw someone, and...

They were just watching me.
Oh...

(DOOR CLOSES)

CHRIS: Well, whoever it
was, they're gone now.

Did you see who it was? No.
We should call the police.

No. We don't have to do that.
I...

Yeah, I think we should.
Please.

I really don't wanna make
a big deal about this.

Now, this is a big deal, okay?
If someone's spying on you...

There's nothing we can
even tell the police.

I didn't even see who it was.

No, we-we should do something.

I agree.
Uh, maybe...

I could just hang out here with you guys.

Of course. I mean, I
don't wanna intrude.

No.
Come on, that's nonsense.

Let's sit down.
Okay.

Okay, I'll go make some tea.

Okay.
Okay?

(SIGHS)

You sure you don't mind?

Yeah. No, I don't mind.

Thank you for checking outside.

Yeah, of course.

You don't have to stay
if you don't want to.

I wanna stay.

Good. Good.

Besides, Riley, she's out with
her friend tonight, so it's...

Oh, who?

Uh, Tricia from school.

KYLA: Okay, so...

Oh.

Cards?

Yeah, okay.
Yeah, cards.

Uh...
Oh, um...

Whoa.
Um, sorry.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, good morning, sweetie.
Hey.

Hey, I told Chris he could use your shower.

I hope you don't mind. No, not at all.

Okay.

Did you make him breakfast, too?

Mm-hmm.

You really like him, don't you?

Do you?
(CHRIS SIGHS)

Yeah?

CHRIS: Wow, this looks amazing.

What a masterpiece, Chef Jess?

(CHUCKLES) Good morning.
Good morning.

JESS: Mmm. Yeah.
For me?

Mine?
Yes.

Hey, honey, I need to get gas

on the way I take you to school.

So, will you eat fast?
Mm-hmm.

Uh, don't be silly, Kyla can ride with me.

I'm going to school, anyway, so...

Right.

(HORN HONKING)

So, um, about this morning...

Don't worry about it, okay?

It's not the first time
I've seen a naked man.

I just hope the water
pressure was adequate.

So, um, tell me about, um, photojournalism.

Well, not much to tell, really,

I just, uh...

I love observing people.

You can tell a lot about someone

when they think no one's watching.

So, what can you tell about me?

You're assuming that I observe you?

Am I assuming too much? Sorry.

Perhaps.

One school, though.

That is a bold move

and, and very risky.

I can tell that you're a
great student, but...

finishing high school without
a contingency plan...

I got in.

That's, that's incredible.

And you haven't told your mom yet.

I'm waiting for the right time.

She hasn't really dealt with
the idea of me leaving yet.

Being alone.

She doesn't see how grown up I've become.

Well, I can see it.

Hi.

Hey.

(CHRIS CLEARS THROAT) -Who died?

Hey.

You weren't that the computer lab.

You okay?
I'm fine.

Are you mad at me, or something?

Why would I be mad at you?

I-I-I don't know.

Oh, how was hanging out with Tricia?

Heard you guys went out.
This is what this is...

After I specifically told
you to stay away from her.

She's using you, Riley.

Using you to get to Chris.

Chris?

You mean Mr. Sumner?

Whatever.

Well, that's interesting, because, uh,

well, she came over last night

to pick me up.

And then she said it was you

who was messing around
with that history teacher.

And you believed her?

She had some pretty good points.

(CHUCKLES) One of them being the fact that

she wasn't even in his history class.

Well, she's lying to you.

And she says you're lying.

Look, you can pick whatever side you want,

but it's pretty clear
you've made your mind up.

Look, I didn't come here for a fight...

So, why did you come here?

Actually, I have a lot of work
to do, so if you don't mind,

you can take your poor
judgment somewhere else.

Well, you've got a mean streak.

Enjoy the dark.

(EXHALES)

So, what's that scar from on your arm?

When I was five...

Oh, yeah? What were you doing in the truck?

I was just...

Oh, look, it's Miss Yearbook.

(GASPS) Ow!

What's your problem?

Stay away from Riley.

Jealous much?

What, are you afraid I'll
take her away from you

and you'll go back to being the
sad, little loner that you are?

I will end you.

Why are you so upset?

I'm the one who should be pissed.

Spreading rumors about me.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, keep walking, stalker.

(DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Hey, I... Kyla...

If you're here to accuse me of lying again,

I'm really not in the mood, so, just...
leave me alone.

I'm not, I'm...

Oh!

Oh, my God. Kyla, what is this?

What... Hey!

What are... What is this? Kyla, what...

Kyla...

(CLAMORING)

Kyla?

(CLAMORING)

BOY: Yeah!

Kyla, what's wrong?

I'm so sick of high school
and this petty drama.

Oh, well...

Hey, I'm gonna find who did this, okay?

All right.
Okay.

All right?

Hey.
JESS: You know what?

I am going into that school

tomorrow, and I'm gonna demand

that they do an investigation.

They're already looking into it, Mom.

(SCOFFS)

So, you know I'm here for you, right?

I mean, for anything.

(STAMMERS) Everything.

I know. I know, Mom.

So, what about those pictures, Kyla?

I don't know, they were just...

for me, okay?

I don't know how anyone got a hold of them,

and I don't really wanna think about it.

All right.

Well, I just wanna make sure

that you are not getting

taken advantage of, okay?

I'm not, trust me.

After that whole thing
that happened last year...

Mom. Mom. Believe me, okay?

No one is taking advantage of me.

You don't have to worry.

Well, that is my job.
Hm.

I worry.
Mm-hmm.

Boy, you're growing up, huh?

All right, so how about some good news?

Did we get any mail today?

I got into Emerson.

Oh, my God!

I'm so... Oh, my God, I'm so proud of you!

Oh, my God! You... Come here.

Oh, my... (LAUGHTER)

So, you're not sad?

Well, I... Of course I'm gonna be sad.

But you know, you doing what you love,

that's what makes me happy.

Besides, I'm not gonna be totally alone.

I mean, I've got Chris.

(SIGHS) Don't you think, maybe you guys

are moving too fast?

I don't know.

Can you just promise me

if anything sketchy comes up,

you won't just ignore it?

Okay.

I promise.

Thank you.
Oh, my God.

Congratulations, honey!
Thanks.

(LAUGHS)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING) -Oh, um...

I can go somewhere else.

No, uh, wait.

I think I owe you an apology.

Listen, I...

I was seeing Tricia...

being so forward with my dad

and getting so wrapped up in it

that I just...

I just started getting paranoid, and...

and then I remembered what you were saying

about your own dad, and I just...

Look, I, I'm sorry,

I put you in that position.

It's just that, Chris...

Mr. Sumner...

he's the first guy my mom
has dated in ten years

who's been somewhat decent.

He's kind to her, and considerate, and...

It's just not something I'm used to.

And I'm sorry I got so attached to that.

I don't have to be.
No, no.

You shouldn't be apologizing for that.

I'm the one who's sorry.

Are we okay?

I think so.

So, um, about those pictures...

You don't have to explain.
No.

I want to.

I want you to know.

Last year, with that history teacher,

that was me.

He made me feel special, and...

I took those pictures for him, but...

I realized that it was
wrong, and I reported it.

I just...

I don't know who got a
hold of those pictures.

I mean, my guess would be Tricia...

No one deserves that.

Especially, not you.

I know I've only known you
for a short amount of time,

but I think you might be the
best friend I've ever had.

(CHUCKLES)

(BELL RINGS)

CHRIS: Hey, Kyla.

Hi.
Hey, need a ride?

Yeah, actually. Is Riley coming?

Uh, no, she's got an after-school project,

but I'm heading home, if
you wanna catch a lift.

Yeah, that'd be great.
Great.

All right.

How was school?

KYLA: Um, school, you know...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh...
Whoa!

What are you doing?
Just sit still.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CHUCKLES)

For the yearbook.

Oh, poor yearbook.

Well, thank you for the ride, Mr. Sumner.

Uh, please, just call me Chris.
Chris.

So, I will see you later tonight?

Uh, yeah?
Yeah.

I'm seeing your mom later, so...

Right.

All right, well, uh, thank you again.

You're welcome.

Please tell your mom I said hello.

I will.

Oh, and, uh, please

finish reading chapter ten.

I'm looking forward to it.

I know you are. Ha, ha.

Bye.

(DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hey, I'm heading out.

Okay.

So, uh...

How is everything, hm?

Look, I know I was nervous

about the move and everything.

Nervous? Well...
Okay.

Upset.

But you, uh, you were right.

I was a little resentful and...

It was, it was not fair to you.

You know?

I just want you to know that...

I appreciate you.

I know you do.

(CHUCKLES)

KYLA: Is Chris here?

In the bathroom.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Is this his?

Uh, yep.

Why is he getting text from Tricia?

Mom, you have to read it.

Mm-mm.
You promised.

Okay, fine, then I will.

Okay, fine.

"I want you to watch me touch
myself under my desk."

Oh, hey, beautiful, you ready?

We should go, we're just, uh...

Whoa. What?

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

What?

CHRIS: Jess.
JESS: What?

What're you even talking about?
I don't know.

JESS: What's going on
in your phone here, huh?

I've never texted a student in my life.

Okay?
Oh, okay.

CHRIS: I don't know how
she got my number.

JESS: Is that Tricia Wilson?
CHRIS: Yes.

JESS: Wait, she's the
same age as Riley.

Wow, I hope you get fired.

CHRIS: You don't even know what
you're talking about, okay?

JESS: Have you actually
fooled around

with any of your students?

CHRIS: Do you hear yourself?

Asking me these questions?
Do I...

CHRIS: Of course I haven't
fooled around with them.

I've never touched a
student in my life, okay?

Okay, you need to leave,
and you need to leave now.

Jess. Jess, Jess, Jess, Jess.
JESS: Just go.

JESS: No, no, no, I'm done.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

This is not what you think it is.

Uh-huh.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(THUDDING)

(SIGHS)

So, listen, I'm sorry.

I really wanted this to work,

with your mom.

Did you lie?

No, I've never touched Tricia.

Has she texted you before?

Kyla.

Did you lie?

Yeah, okay, she texted
me before, all right?

But I never texted back.

You just felt nice to
be talked to that way?

Kyla.

You spent almost

every minute of the last 18 years...

Kyla.

...being a husband.

Parent.

Teacher.

When do you get to just be a man?

Kyla, listen...

Just... Hey, hey, what are you doing?

Just...

When do you get what you want, and...

not have to feel bad about it? Hmm?

We should probably just...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Your mom is...

(GROANS)

Listen, you should just, just get off...

Shh. It's okay.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Consider that my thesis statement.

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(INTENSE THEME PLAYING)

(SNAPS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Mr. Sumner.
Yeah.

Mr. Sumner, um...

TRICIA: I have a question
on number eight.

I was just really struggling
with number eight.

Mm-hmm? I don't know, it's like...

you're asking here...

Well, yeah, that really changes things.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, are you having trouble
with number eight as well?

Uh, no, I finished 15 minutes ago.

You left this at my house.

(SCOFFS)

CHRIS: Focus on your test, please.
What's going on?

(MAN WHISPERS) One of the students
from your class.

(CHRIS WHISPERS) Which one?

CHRIS: Tricia?
Is everything okay?

Yeah, okay.

Yeah.

(EXHALES)

Tricia, I need you to get up, please?

Why?

Just grab your things, and let's go, now.

TRICIA: I don't know
where you're taking me.

Let's get these tests finished.
Focus, please.

(BELL RINGING)

CHRIS: Test's over, please, face down.

Thank you.

(CHRIS LAUGHS) Good luck.

I have no idea.

Um, I'll see you later, okay?

Thanks.

Are you okay?

I-I just don't know what to do.

About my mom? Yeah.

Maybe you two just weren't meant to be.

Maybe you found someone better.

What are you doing?

(SHARP SIGH)

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

So, I guess they found something on Tricia.

Seems like it.

I wonder what they'll do to her.

It's not our problem anymore, right?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

See you at the party.
Yeah.

You're really friends with that turd?

Quentin's not a turd.

Okay, I kinda like those guys too.

You're seriously defending them?

Have you learned nothing?

Oh, my God, Kyla, just let it go.

You're not my only friend, okay?

Okay, sorry.

Okay.
Bye.

Hey, Mom. (SIGHS)

I'm heading off to Riley's party.

It smells good in here.

Yeah, stress-baked

a huge batch of cookies.

You wanna take some?
No, thanks.

What happened to the fitness regimen?

I don't know what I'm thinking.

I mean, seriously, a 42-year-old

single, divorced mother.

How can I compare to a Tricia Wilson?

Don't compare yourself to her.

She's disgusting.

Besides, she was hauled
in for sign today, so...

Yeah, do you know why she got in trouble?

I do.

They found a broken phone in her locker.

Those pictures of you were on it.

She did that.

Your principal called me

asking me what I wanted to have done.

I was like, "Well, let her have it."

Wow.
Good riddance!

Don't worry about it.

You're gonna find someone
better than him, okay?

I know it.

Thank you, sweetie.

Uh, do you want me to stay
and hang out for a while?

No, I do not. You go on,
and have fun with Riley.

Okay. Text me if you need anything.

Okay, sweetie. Love you.
Bye.

Love you.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Hey, guys.
Hey, what's up?

Thanks for coming, enjoy the party.

Hi.

Hey.

Aw, thank you.

You're so sweet.

Now, look who's here.

Wow.
(CHUCKLES)

Hi.
Oh, my God.

This is all because of you.
Are you drunk?

No.

Come on, it's still my dad's place.

Um, well, here.
What?

Where did that come from?

Just open it.

Oh, my God, Kyla.

You shouldn't have.
But I did.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

That is so sweet.

Uh... This is for you.

What? No one should turn 18 sober.

Just, uh, keep it for yourself, okay?

Oh, yeah, you, uh, you betcha.

It's my birthday. Mm-hmm.
Oh, okay.

Uh, I'm gonna go inside for a little bit.

And I'll see you soon.
All right, see you later.

Okay.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hey.
Hey.

What are you doing up here?

Just wanted to say hi.

You work too hard.

Yeah, I just want to be alone.

I'm messing up with your mom.
You didn't mess anything up.

Yes, I did.

Not from my point of view.

Kyla, stop, I just...

I'm not in a good mood right now.

Let me make you feel better.

(SIGHS)

Don't you want to be
outside with your friends?

They're not my friends.

My daughter... Is currently preoccupied.

Look, this is too much, all right?

You-you-you need to leave.

(SIGHS)

Am I gonna have to repeat myself?

Mind says no.

(DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING)

We can't do this.

No.

We shouldn't do this.

There's a difference.

Be a man.

Dad?

Are you kidding me?

Are you f...

Dad, what the hell?

Riley.

Nice. Real nice.

Riley, wait, hey!

Riley, wait!

Riley. Riley!

Riley.

Riley, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

She's the only friend I have, okay?

(SCOFFS) Or had. Great. Why her?

I didn't mean for this to happen, okay?

But I swear to you, I swear, that's it.

It is over.

You were the one who moved me.

You call this a fresh start?

Have you been drinking?
What?

Are you drinking? Don't
you dare turn this on me.

There's a big difference between what I did

and what you're doing, okay?

Riley. Wait!

(SIGHS)

Go home!

Now!

Where are you going?

Look, it's fine. She's probably just drunk.

What?

I thought you knew.

You thought I knew what?

About Riley's drinking problem.

I've been trying to get her to see someone,

but she just won't listen to me.

So, she's been doing this for a while?

As long as I've known her.

I need to find her.
Look, just stay.

She'll come back.

In the meantime, we have the
house all to ourselves.

What do you say, we pick
up where we left off?

Do you know how insane that sounds?

You're my student. Oh,
please, you wanted it.

I'm not letting you go that easy.

What are you saying? Are
you threatening me?

Need I remind you who didn't ask my age?

Oh, pick up the jaw, sugar. I'm legal.

Please.

Stay.
Riley needs me.

Are you saying she's more
important than I am?

Of course she's more important than you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SOBBING)

You are not taking him away from me.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Riley.

Riley, stop, please, just...

I have nothing to say to you, okay?

Are you okay?
Do not touch me.

Let me explain.
I said no!

Get away from me.

Bradbury further cemented
his literary mastery

with a series of shorts,

each one displaying a balanced tone

of fervent optimism and fear...

as you know.

So, anyone care to share their take

on any of the approved Bradbury shorts?

(SIGHS) Anyone? Speak.

(CLEARS THROAT) Kyla.

I read Ray Bradbury's "The Fog Horn."

CHRIS: A bit obvious.

But first thoughts?

Well, it's a story about isolation,

wonder...

forlorn history... lust.

Well, I'm glad you picked up
on the inherent loneliness...

KYLA: Of course.

A slick creature looking for one last mate.

Looking for one...
Sorry.

You didn't let me finish.

I'm glad you picked up on the loneliness.

Ah, but you're ignoring the
deep themes of mystery

and unified empathy,

in order to focus on a shallow, sleek

and easy interpretation.

I hope in your next reading,
you're a bit more thorough.

Anyone else?

(CELL PHONE BUTTONS CLACKING)

Come on.

(SIGHS) Come on. Someone? Speak.

Share. Enlighten.

(BELL RINGS)

CHRIS: All right, today's class,

please do your homework.

Half of your grade is participation, okay?

What was that?
Kyla...

KYLA: I don't know what you're
trying to do, but you can't...

Kyla! Get your stuff.

Now!

Jess, listen, I just...

(GRUNTS) (GRUNTS)

Now.

JESS: He is your teacher.

KYLA: That's not why you care.

You're jealous.

(SCOFFS) That is ridiculous.

Look, I've scheduled a meeting

with your principal for this Wednesday.

Okay, so tell them.

I'm 18. So, I'm free to
do what and who I want.

What is the matter with you?

Are you my daughter?

We're in love.

Those pictures... And Tricia? I mean...

Was any of that even real?

Did you make all of that up?

How about you find a new distraction

that doesn't interfere
with my personal life?

Go back to cycling, or baking.

I don't care. Just stay out of my way.

I'm still meeting with your principal.

Kyla.
Pick up your phone!

(CELL PHONE RINGING AND VIBRATING)

(RINGING STOPS; VIBRATING CONTINUES)

(RILEY SNIFFLES)

How could you do this?

You're ruining your career.

Your life.

My life.

Everything.

You're right.

That's exactly what I did.

I don't know. There's nothing
that I can do or say...

to make it up to you right now.

I was so broken when your mom left.

I have been so empty.

So lost.

I'm so lost.

I let this happen.

But it's over, okay?

And no one is worth losing you over.

I should have realized that from the start.

And that's a mistake I'm
gonna have to live with

for the rest of my life.

I don't expect you to forgive me, okay?

I just want you to know that I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I didn't expect you to answer.

We need to talk.

Hm. Stalker.

Well, I'm here.

What do you want?
To clear the air.

I didn't steal those photos of you.

Your phone says otherwise.

You planted them.

I don't know how you did, but you did.

You don't have any proof.

I lost scholarships

because of you, you little bitch.

So, what are you gonna do about it?

Huh?

Gonna take a swing at me?

No.

Come on. Free shot.

Here, I'll start out for you.

Okay?

Hey! Stop.

What are you doing?

(GASPS) -Stop.

What's wrong? Are you not having fun yet?

Kyla, stop!

What the hell!

Chris is mine.

What the...

TRICIA: What the hell!

(WINCING)

Stay right here.

Stay right here. Stay right here.

Kyla, what the hell!

Hey, what's going on over here?
KYLA: Chris!

Chris, help! She broke my fingers.

What?
Chris!

She's crazy.
KYLA: Chris, help me.

She broke my fingers.

What did you do? Huh?
I-I-I didn't do anything.

Riley. Riley, call 911, okay?
Let me see. Let me see.

Hold on, wait, wait. Let me see.

RILEY: There's been an
assault at Frost High School.

(SIREN BLARING)

I knew you'd come to my rescue.

CHRIS: Well, the officers
are gonna take you

to the hospital, okay?

Okay.
Here you go.

KYLA: Bye.

JESS: Kyla, hi!

I'm sorry, I just got the messages.

I've been in meetings all day.

Are you okay?

It's just my hand, Mom.

What do you mean just your hand?

Well, I'm a little high on pain meds.

Uh, and the doctors said I
might have a concussion,

so I have to stay here overnight.

So, you were telling the
truth about Tricia.

Yeah, she's insane.

Okay, well, we still do need
to talk about what happened...

Before you say anything,
I just wanna apologize

about before.

I was rude and disrespectful,
and I'm sorry.

I think, um, you were right about Chris...

and everything.

I want you to promise

that you're not gonna see him anymore.

KYLA: Maybe, just...
to say goodbye?

Why don't you rest?
Mom, please.

Fine.
KYLA: Thank you.

Yeah.

Look, I don't really know what to say

other than I'm sorry.

Oh, I didn't come here to forgive you.

I came here to thank you.

Um, to thank me?

Yeah, his, uh...

His relationship with you

helped him see that he needs help.

And he's gonna find some.

I'm gonna help him.

I didn't do anything wrong.
Yes, you did.

You-you used me, you seduced my dad.

And my dad promised me
he'll stay away from you

for good, so...

It's over.

Is that clear?

Yeah.
Okay, good.

KYLA: Look, I know you're upset...

Okay, don't even begin to pretend

you know how I'm feeling, okay?

I'm not, I-I'm just...

I'm trying to apologize.

(SCOFFS)

I understand if you never
want to see me again, but...

I have to ask a tiny favor of you.

Are you kidding me?

I-I know the timing is terrible,

but... I'm supposed to cover

the girls' volleyball playoffs,

and with my hand, I can't
exactly take pictures.

I know you hate me, but I really
don't wanna let the team down.

They'll be devastated if they
don't get coverage on this.

You can even use my camera.

I'll do it for the team.

Not for you. That's all that I ask.

Okay, then.

Goodbye.

Uh, before you go, um...

Could I maybe speak to
your dad one last time?

Just to say goodbye.
(QUIETLY) Okay.

CHRIS: You ready?

I'm gonna go cover the
volleyball game, okay?

She, uh...

RILEY: She wants a
word with you first.

To say goodbye.

I can catch a ride with someone else.

It's fine. Don't worry.

I don't have to go in there.
RILEY: It's up to you.

All right, text me when you get there.

I will.

My hero. Heh.

How you doing?

A lot better now.

Good.

Listen, Kyla, we...
I did it.

Did what?

I convinced my Mom and Riley

that there's nothing going on between us.

That is great.

I'm so glad that you understand.

Now, with Tricia completely
out of the picture,

we can just have our little
secret all to ourselves.

Kyla, we don't have a little secret.

We never did.

This, it is over.

I thought I made that clear to you.

No... Chris, no.

This is just the beginning.

Kyla...
Don't you see?

What we have is rare.

We need to harness it and nurture it.

Don't just sweep your
feelings under the rug.

I don't have feelings for you.

Don't lie to yourself, baby.

It's unhealthy.

You need me... and I need you.

This is forever.
Stop, okay?

You're crazy. Fate brought us together.

Now, we just need to be a
little bit more careful.

Kyla, you need help, okay?

Serious help.

Just stay away from me.
Stay away from Riley.

We never wanna see you, ever again.

Well, you have to see me again, Chris.

In class, tomorrow,

and the day after that,
and the day after that.

No, no.

If this is how it's gonna
be, I'm gonna quit.

You know what, I'm gonna
clean out my desk tonight.

Uh, no, you can't.

If that's what it takes to keep you

out of our life, then yes.

You can't.
I have to.

And you're clearly not ever gonna stop.

Look at me.

This is it, Kyla.

We're done, for good.

Do not walk away from me.

Chris, do not walk away from me!

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

Hey, sweetie, it's me.

I'm, uh... I'm here.

I'm actually at the school. Uh...

Just... Will you meet me in my classroom

when you're finished?

I'll explain when I see you.

Okay, I love you.

Bye.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) Hey, Ky?

JESS: Kyla?

Uh...

Kyla?

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

CHRIS: Hey, sweetie, it's me.
I'm here.

I'm actually at the school.

Will you meet me in my classroom

when you're finished?

(CLICKS)

Hello?

(GASPS) My God...

Hi, friend.

I'm sorry, but there's only
room for one woman in his life.

(GASPING)

(GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY) Oh, God.

And it's gonna be me.

(GASPING) Oh, God...

RILEY: Oh, my God.

(GROANING)

(BODY THUMPS)

KYLA: A little mood lighting.

CHRIS: Kyla, what the
hell are you doing here?

What do you think?

I'm here for round two.

I hope you're ready.

What are you talking about?

Why do you have that?

It's just a little toy to
make things more exciting.

Hey! Stop!

Come closer. Oh, God.
What are you doing?

Shh! I'm in charge tonight, okay?

You can have it next time.

(GROANING)

(GROANING IN PAIN)

Enough! Stop!
I can't.

You're my everything.
(GROANS)

I had something close last year,

but he just couldn't cut it.

He didn't give me everything I needed.

But you do.

I'm not gonna let you go.

I don't want any part of this.
You know that. Uh!

Are you saying you don't want me?

That's exactly what I'm saying.
Oh, please.

That night in your office was
the best night of your life.

They'll all be like that, Chris,

from now on.

That was a mistake.

(CHRIS GRUNTING)

Don't say things like that to me.

Oh!
It hurts my feelings.

If you want it to be better,

you just have to tell me how you like it.

Ow-ow-ow! Stop!

I think that's enough foreplay for now.

Are you as excited as I am?

CHRIS: Kyla, stop it!

Stop. Stop it!
No!

I'm sick of you not listening to me.

(WHIMPERING)

From now on, you're gonna
do things when I say, okay?

That's how this relationship
is going to work.

I don't like having to raise my voice,

so you're gonna have to listen to me.

Stop!

Ah!

We're gonna start a new family, okay?

I'll give you a new Riley.
Everything's gonna be okay.

What'd you do to Riley?
Baby, calm down.

(RILEY GROANING)

I'm sorry, I know how
much she meant to you,

but there just wasn't room for her

in our future plans.

Kyla, just stop it.
Baby, calm down.

Stop!

(WHIMPERING)

That hurt, Chris.

That's too rough.
Where's Riley?

That's not how this is going to work.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, no! Chris!

Who's there?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(KYLA SCREAMS)

JANITOR: Are you all right?

What happened?

Please...

JANITOR: I'll get help.

Run!
What?

(GROANING)

Sorry, this event is invite-only.

(GASPING)

You're a monster.

Where's my dad?

He's having a little rest.

We can't have you disturbing him.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

You can't hide from me!

(COUGHS)

(COUGHING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Come on, Riley.

We knew we couldn't both share him.

We knew this had to happen eventually.

(GROANING)

Just die!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

I'm not sorry.

I know.

(GRUNTS)

(SIREN BLARING)

CHRIS: Everything's gonna
be all right, okay?

Everything's gonna be all right.

Okay? Okay? You're gonna be fine.

You son of a...

RILEY: I'm scared.
It's over now, okay?

It's all over now.

I'm here. No, I'm here.

I'll be right in there, hold on. Hold on.

(DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING)

(KEYS CLACKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Are you ready for your first day?

Oh, hey.

Yeah, just, um...

putting some finishing
touches on my syllabus.

Hm.
Then I'm headin' out.

Well, um, I'm sure it'll be great.

Just, please don't brag that much

about your music history
knowledge this time, okay?

That is a good teaching tool.

(CHUCKLES)

So, um... How about you, hm?

You ready for your big first day?

You know what? I think I am.

One good thing about giant
college lecture halls

is that the professor can't tell

if you're drawing or paying attention.

Riley...
I'm kidding.

I'll pay attention, don't worry.

Good.

The keys?
Oh, the keys.

That's right. Um...

So, be safe on the freeway.

I will.

I'll see you at dinner, okay?

You bet.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE REVVING)