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I'm done with my dad.

I'm suddenly this complete disappointment because I failed the LSAT.

But we need your dad's help. I'm thinking beyond some petty argument.

I'm thinking about o-our future.

Do you guys know this girl? She hooked up with my brother,

and then sent some insane email stating that he raped her.

It's impossible for you to know what actually happened. You were not there.

I feel like everything is boring me. Like even helping out with the team.

[Drew] [on phone] Hey, it's Drew. Leave a message.

Hey! It's me, your older brother

whose calls you won't answer.

The earrings look dumb, don't they?

May I?

- Are you seeing someone? - He's 45.

A normal 45-year-old man does not wanna date a 19-year-old.

Now, I can't even have Thanksgiving with my boyfriend.

- Boyfriend? - Told her you were with me?

Please don't be mad at me.

You know what a big risk I'm taking, being here with you.

This doesn't work if I can't trust you.

You think this guy, who's treated

every other girl like shit, is gonna treat you differently?

Some girls make it easy to treat them like shit.

[gasps]

This thing with you and Stephen, it's sick.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I loved you, even though I knew

all of the worst things about you.

Why are you punishing me for that?

[high-pitched ringing]

- [ringing fades out] - [insects chirping]

Macy?

[grunting]

[heavy breathing]

- [♪ ominous music playing] - [car door opens]

[car seat creaking]

Hey.

You're okay, Stephen.

- [♪ music stops abruptly] - [gasps]

[birds chirping outside]

♪♪

[♪ vocalizing]

♪ He said, "What's up, how you doing?"

♪ I said nothing much, and you? ♪

♪ What's your number, what's your name? ♪

[knocking, door opening]

Hello!

- Hey. - What are you doing?

I'm just looking at these photos I got printed from Thanksgiving.

Ah. Great, the day I went insane.

Don't worry, they're all fucked up anyway.

I thought it was just something wrong with the screen,

but it's on every single photo.

Well, maybe it's your artsy trademark.

[Bree] Great. So, my artsy trademark

is not being able to afford a camera that isn't broken.

Aw. Pippa, look.

- It's cute. - [Pippa laughs softly]

♪ Just to have her riding in the front ♪

Have you still not talked to Leo?

Uh, no. No. But it's... it's fine.

Honestly, it was all just too intense with him.

And I knew I shouldn't be in a relationship,

and I was right. I mean, I...

fucking lost my mind. [laughs]

And I-I still can't believe I lost it in that way. I-I'm sorry, guys.

Have you talked to Diana at all?

No. No. Not since Thanksgiving. I was just being nice.

No, i-it's fine. Honestly, it's...

Maybe you should just call Leo.

I don't know. Th-The problem with Leo is he just...

I think he only wanted to see the good stuff about me.

That was a problem?

I mean, if you feel like you're gonna disappoint someone with the truth, yeah.

[Pippa] Hm.

Yeah, that was the one good thing about Stephen.

I dunno, I basically just knew that there was nothing

that I could do that would turn him off.

Like I could ask him to do anything, and it just wouldn't freak him out.

And what do you mean you could tell him to do anything? He was like a monster.

I think she means... sexually.

No, I just mean... I don't know.

I guess he was the first person I slept with

that, like I-I can actually tell him what felt good instead of just...

letting a guy guess.

That's why I'm not into casual hookups.

I don't think I could come with someone I wasn't comfortable with.

Anyway, what are we doing tonight?

♪ Because the stars are shining ♪

- What? - No, no, no. I-It's nothing exciting.

Our professor's having a Christmas party at her house. Marianne.

Sh-She invited the whole class.

- ♪ This girl ♪ - Are you going?

Well, the whole class is going so, be kinda weird if I didn't go.

♪ Felt it in your throat... ♪

What would the responsibilities be?

Well, it's an assistant coaching job,

so everything from helping run practice,

maybe even recruitment.

I think it could make sense for me next year, and, uh,

they just need a good recommendation. So, you know, I was hoping,

you've known me since freshman year...

Look, Wrigley.

I actually know Gene Burchett, the coach at Ecclestone.

That's great! Perfect.

I can't in good faith put you up for this.

It would be disrespectful to a colleague I value.

At the start of the semester,

you told me you wanted to still be a part of the team,

to help off the field,

but you've been totally absent.

Uh, I-I've been showing up.

Mentally absent.

You've been hungover, half asleep.

- You just stopped caring. - Okay.

Okay, uh, w-well, um, you know...

the thing with my knee really messed me up.

I've had guys with injuries before.

There's something else going on with you,

and I don't quite know what it is,

but you need to figure it out.

[♪ gentle music playing]

[line ringing]

[Drew] [on phone] Hey, it's Drew. Leave a message.

[hangs up]

[beep]

[line ringing]

One minute, sorry.

It's fine. Take your time.

Last week of term's always a fucking nightmare.

[deep breathing, soft moaning]

- We're in your office. - I am keenly aware.

[laughs]

Well, I had the whole afternoon free,

but someone was just too busy to meet up where there's a bed.

Someone still has to grade all his underclassmen exams,

finalize a syllabus for next term, and call the airline

to change holiday flights.

Change them?

[Oliver] Yeah. We have to leave for London a day earlier.

It's nothing. It's just a schedule issue.

And you're definitely staying there for New Year's?

[Oliver] Yeah, we do every year.

Have you decided what you're doing for the holidays yet?

Not yet. No.

A few friends invited me to theirs for Christmas, but we'll see.

- [sighs] - I'm very popular.

- Of course, you are. - [both laugh quietly]

[deep sigh]

So, I'm kind of wondering about

this Christmas party tonight.

You know, I'm not sure if I should go really, but

the whole class is going, so...

Well, as long as it's not too uncomfortable for you.

Well, it's obviously a little uncomfortable.

It's a pretty dysfunctional Christmas party.

You'll be co-hosting with Marianne.

Pretty sure it's just hosting when it's your own home.

So you think I should go?

It's completely up to you.

Great. Then, I'll go.

Okay.

Speaking of dysfunctional Christmases,

I would like to be giving this to you

under a dysfunctional Christmas tree.

But this'll have to do.

[awkward laugh]

I didn't get you anything.

Go on, open it.

[sighs]

- [paper crinkling] - [gasps]

I love it.

I know you can be a little hard to please when it comes to gifts.

[giggles]

Thank you.

[♪ soft music playing]

[heavy breathing, moaning]

Should we go to the apartment?

I just can't today.

Okay.

It's not really fair though.

You've been so sweet with this present, and now...

I guess...

you'll just have to suffer all night

while we're at this party together.

[gasps]

[sighs]

[heavy breathing]

[giggles]

Any dessert?

- We've eaten the entire menu. - [Diana giggles]

I'll take the check.

- [quiet restaurant chatter] - [♪ soft music playing]

Thanks.

Thank you for dinner.

I thought we deserved it.

It's been a weird semester.

Mm...

How's your sister doing?

Well, she's still terrified of me.

I could talk to her if you want.

I know it's been weighing on you.

If you wanted to speak to someone for me, I'd rather you talk to your dad.

I need that letter of recommendation from his firm.

'Cause right now, it's like my entire summer job didn't happen.

Talking to him won't help.

He's punishing you to punish me.

How are you not...

more worried about everything?

Of course, I'm worried.

But, I've been thinking,

after everything with the LSAT,

maybe I just need to take some time off.

I've always had my dad's voice in my head

telling me I need to be perfect.

Maybe I fucked up with the LSAT because I'm burnt out.

Okay, and what do I do?

With no money and no recommendation letters?

I don't know.

I'm sorry. I-I feel like...

My head's a fucking mess.

I don't understand.

Wh-What in your life is so stressful

that you're falling apart like this?

Sorry, miss, your card was declined.

Really? Um... Can you... Can you try it again?

[server] I tried it three times.

[♪ soft music playing]

Dad's card?

He must've cut it off.

[♪ vocalizing]

[Bree] I need a cigarette.

- [insects chirping] - [♪ soft music on radio playing]

[quiet party chatter]

What are you even gonna do if you see him?

Just pretend I don't know him.

Hi!

Perfect timing. I-I need your help.

Could you... each of you grab one of these, please?

- Oh! - [Marianne] Yeah, just...

- over here in the kitchen. - Yeah.

Over here, thanks.

Hoo!

I'm sorry for the mess in here.

- Oh, no. No, not at all. - Um...

- Do you fancy a drink? Yeah? - [Lucy] Sure.

[Marianne] We'll pretend you're upperclassmen.

[shuts fridge]

Thank you f-for having us.

Of course! Yeah.

It's my favorite tradition of the year, you know?

Getting everyone over.

Reminds me of graduate school.

Or [laughs] Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

- Oh yeah. - Yeah.

- Well, cin cin. - Cheers.

You okay, Bree?

Yeah, I'm great.

- Good. - [awkward laugh]

I saw your tree.

You saw my tree?

Mm-hmm. It's... It's pretty.

Oh. Yeah. [laughs]

Thank you. Yeah, it, um...

Yeah, it is a-a very pretty Christmas tree.

- Yeah, it's pretty. - [awkward laughter]

Uh, well, listen, just, uh, eat

and enjoy.

- See you around. - [Lucy] See ya.

What happens in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

I-I don't remember.

I-I think the main couple gets really drunk

and makes everyone uncomfortable. I don't know.

Come on.

- [♪ soft music continues] - [party chatter continues]

♪♪

No, I don't really understand that.

Hey, thanks for letting me crash.

If Diana asks, you needed me.

Is this networking?

Bree's fucking a 45-year-old.

Really?

Yeah.

He's 45 years old, man.

H-He's a 45-year-old man.

- 45 fucking years old! - Mm.

So, I-I'm just, you know, trying to figure out who it is.

Right. You think Bree is fucking this guy?

Fuck off, okay? I don't know.

Jesus Christ. Thank God I'm here.

You are terrible at this.

Okay.

[phone vibrating]

[click, vibrating stops]

[puts down phone]

[click, typing]

I can't tell if you want me to ask.

She's just not the same lately.

Feels like she's...

falling apart.

Diana?

Yeah. It's like she's in a hole she's not even trying to pull herself out of.

I know that shouldn't change how I feel about her. I should have unconditional...

whatever, but I-I just keep coming back to the same thing.

If it was me,

if I was at rock bottom,

I don't know if she'd still want me.

You know, I never understood your relationships.

[soft laugh]

Okay.

Now, let's see which one of these saggy-dick fathers is fucking Bree.

[Evan groans]

Making love to Bree. Sorry.

[host 1] Today we are kicking off our seasonal special, y'all.

This is always my favorite time of year.

So what does this mean?

This means that what we're going to show you

you can purchase in five easy payments.

[host 2] I always like that. That makes it easy to budget.

[host 1] Right?

You don't wanna go out?

Don't shrug at me.

Stop! [laughing]

I asked Coach for that recommendation.

He said he couldn't write it for me in "good faith."

Guess I haven't really had my shit together.

I'm sorry.

I tried to blame it on my knee, but he said

he could tell something else was going on with me.

He shouldn't psychoanalyze you.

No, he's right.

It's not my knee.

It's the stuff with Drew. I can't focus on anything else.

He won't talk to me. He hates me.

The stuff with Drew wasn't your fault.

I d-don't even care whose fault it is. He's my brother, so...

Yeah, I miss him.

[Pippa sighs]

It's finally happened.

You broke me.

I will play Halo with you.

[both laugh weakly]

- Here. - Heh.

- Where... Where's the other one? - Uh...

- It's with Stephen's stuff. - Okay.

Hey.

Drew just needs time.

I promise.

- Oh, my God. - What? What's wrong?

[both laugh]

- Oh, Stephen. - [Pippa] Yeah.

- Oh, no. - [laughs] Just...

[Wrigley] Oh, no.

[Pippa] Oh, my God. It says,

"special skills,

- typing!" [scoffs] - [giggles]

Ugh! Ew!

[giggles]

We've hung out every day this week.

- Yeah. - But, you're not...

y-you're still not hooking up with anyone?

Mm-mmm.

Why not?

How come you're not?

I am, just not at this exact moment.

[giggles]

Just seems like a lot of effort to get to know somebody new.

Or, like...

get naked with someone new. Ew.

[sighs] Even if I like someone.

So, y-you do like someone?

I don't know. M-Maybe.

M-Maybe I could maybe like someone.

Someone that I-I barely know

who doesn't think of me that way at all.

- [sighs] - So, does he know that you like him?

Mm...

He's...

it's a girl.

The someone that I like is a girl.

What?

Y... Uh... You're hooking up with girls now?

No, I'm not hooking up with anyone!

I just maybe like a girl.

Uh, do you... Do you still like guys?

Yeah, of course.

- Huh... [laughs] - Huh.

Okay. [laughing]

[awkward laughter]

[sighs]

Hey, don't tell anyone though. Okay?

You're the only person I've told.

Really?

You're like my best friend.

Yeah. You're mine, too.

- [quiet party chatter] - [♪ soft music playing]

- Caitie, hey. - Hey.

I just wanted to say I-I loved everything you workshopped this semester, really.

Oh, thanks. I-I liked yours, too.

[soft laugh] I, uh...

I-I also just wanna apologize for the first day,

when you read your story about your parakeet. I...

It was, it was a really good piece, and I...

I've thought about it a lot actually. Just...

the metaphor of it.

No, there wasn't a metaphor.

It was just a story about my parakeet.

Oh...

No way. [giggles] Sorry.

- It's okay. - [both giggle]

Yeah. I-I can't wait for the semester to be over.

- It was nice to see you. - Lucy, I want you to meet my husband.

Honey, this is Lucy.

She's been helping me with, uh,

my work, transcribing it, and, uh,

somehow deciphering my handwriting.

- [Oliver] Oh, a hero then? - [laughs]

Yeah. It's nice to meet you, Lucy.

- [glasses clink] - You, too.

- Would you excuse me? - [Oliver] Hmm.

You having fun?

Are you?

Oh, don't worry about me. [sighs]

- Honey. - [Marianne] Yeah?

- I'm just gonna grab a bite. - Sure.

[soft chuckle]

I told him about you.

- You have? - Of course.

I remember being in school, and, uh...

you think of your professor as off in a silo,

or you think they can hardly tell you apart.

But it's not true.

I mean, I learn so much from my students each year.

Well, th-that's a little worrying.

[Marianne] [laughs] No, not at all.

There's been a lot of change in you in this semester.

Uh... Thanks.

Merry Christmas.

- [soft party chatter] - [Bree giggles]

- [Bree] Wow. - [man] I know, right?

I was like, what do you think this is, The Paris Review?

[Bree giggles]

You know, I actually had one of my pieces published there...

Would you excuse me for a sec?

They seem like nice boys.

Wipe off your lipstick. Meet me in the back room, past the stairs.

[Oliver puts down plate]

[indistinct chatter]

- [opens door] - [muffled chatter]

[locks door]

Could you tell I was freaking out when I first got here?

No. You have been painfully, painfully perfect.

[heavy breathing, kissing]

Oh, God.

[heavy breathing, kissing]

[panting]

Do you want me to stop?

[sighs]

I'm so fucking desperate for you right now.

[heavy breathing continues]

[both moaning]

[passionate moaning]

[Bree gasps]

[panting]

[gasping, moaning]

[muffled laughter]

Can I make you come?

[quietly] I don't think so.

[♪ muffled music playing]

[heavy breathing]

I think I'm close.

- [muffled chatter] - [grunting]

You should finish.

- [Oliver] I'm gonna come. [panting] - Come, come.

[Oliver grunts, gasps]

[panting, sighs]

[Bree sighs]

[panting]

I need, um...

Oh. [panting] Here.

[heavy breathing]

[gasps]

[shudders]

I feel kind of weird.

That didn't... [sighs]

- No, I don't... I don't like this. - Hey, hey, hey.

- [hyperventilating] - It's okay. It's okay.

- I don't like this at all. - Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I thought we were both having fun.

This is really fucking bad. Your wife is right out there,

a-a-and... What are you doing?

- Bree, shh! - I don't understand what you want!

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I-I got carried away,

getting to be alone with you, and that's my fault.

That's my fault. I just wanted to be with you.

- [hyperventilating] - Bree.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, Bree. [shushing] - [gasping]

- I love you. - [exhales]

What?

I love you.

- [gasps] - Okay?

[heavy breathing]

- I love you. - [wheezes, laughs]

- I love you. - [moans]

[Oliver] Okay.

[heavy breathing]

You should get back out there, right? Okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

Okay, go. Go.

I love you. [panting]

[door unlocks]

[door closes]

[soft party chatter]

[♪ "My Moon My Man by Feist playing]

[inaudible]

♪ Take it slow, take it easy on me ♪

♪ Shed some light, shed some light on me, please ♪

♪ Take it slow, take it easy on me ♪

♪ Shed some light, shed some light on me, please ♪

♪ My moon and me, not as good as we've been ♪

♪ It's the dirtiest clean I know ♪

♪ My care, my coat, leave on a high note ♪

♪ There's nowhere to go, there's nowhere to go ♪

♪ Take it slow, take it easy on me ♪

♪ Shed some light, shed some light on me, please ♪

♪ Take it slow, take it easy on me ♪

♪ Shed some light, shed some light on me, please ♪

[door shuts]

- [birds chirping outside] - [gentle breathing]

- Wrigley. - Huh?

- Wrigley. - Huh?

[heavy breathing]

- Hey. - What?

I don't want you to fake it.

Yeah.

[heavy breathing]

[sighs]

[♪ gentle music playing]

[heavy breathing continues]

[both giggle]

[panting]

[both panting]

[heavy breathing continues]

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Just, like, slow down.

- Go slow. - Okay.

Okay, yeah.

That feels good. Yeah? Okay.

- Come closer, come closer to me. - Okay.

[panting]

- Yeah. - Like that?

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah?

- [gasps] Kiss me and go slow. - Yeah, yeah.

[heavy breathing]

That feels good, really good.

[both laugh]

- Go a little faster. - Okay.

Oh, my God, Wrigley.

Keep going. Yeah. Keep going.

[moaning]

[gasping, grunting]

[panting]

[Pippa giggling]

- You okay? Is that okay? - Yeah. [laughs]

Yeah, I'm just so sensitive right now.

[both panting]

[both giggle]

That was good.

[both panting]

I missed you so much.

Hey, Wrigley?

- [door unlocking] - Oh, Stephen, hang on!

- Hold on. - Oh, God! I'm so sorry!

- Uh, I was just looking f-for Stephen. - Well, I thought he was at yours!

Okay, um...

thanks. And I'm s-sorry.

[door shuts]

Can't tell you how happy I am right now not to be Stephen.

[Wrigley sighs]

[Pippa sighs]

[knocking at door]

I thought you might want.

Thanks.

Look, if you came to apologize, you don't need to.

[Bree scoffs]

I'm not apologizing.

Okay, I lied. Maybe you do need to.

Yeah, look, I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable last night.

But, I'm not...

sorry that I'm with Oliver.

I understand what it looks like from the outside,

but I know the difference between someone who cares about me

and someone who doesn't.

I've been on the other side enough times.

I-I know that a lot of people have let you down,

and I wish it were different,

but y-you're not with Oliver.

Okay? Oliver is with his wife,

Marianne. You're...

fucking Oliver.

We're not just fucking.

[scoffs]

Then what were you doing last night with his wife in the other room?

I don't think you could ever understand

what it means for me to be with someone who really wants me.

You already have people

to spend the holidays with, to live with.

You have a mom and a sister

who are just there for you whenever you need them.

That might not seem like anything to you,

but that's because you already have it. [sighs]

What do you think is gonna happen?

Really, wh-what do you think is gonna happen?

You think he's gonna leave Marianne?

[sighs]

- It's not about that. - Because I don't think he will.

You don't really know anything about it.

I don't wanna know anything about it, Bree!

I wish I'd never heard anything about it!

And can I tell you, Bree? I am so fucking scared for you.

[sharp inhale]

[door opens, shuts]

[sighs]

♪♪

[panting]

You jog now?

Yeah, sometimes.

I was just walking back from Evan's. I stayed the night there.

Okay. I didn't ask.

So d-did you work things out with Leo after Thanksgiving?

Of course, we didn't. He saw me slap your girlfriend across the face.

He wants nothing to do with me.

You know, I feel like I've spent this entire semester

trying to make up for what a terrible person I was

when I was with you.

And, of course, that's just funny to you.

I don't think it's funny.

I just think Leo's an idiot.

[♪ soft music playing]

[cell phone ringing]

- [beep] - Hi.

Hi, how are you?

Wow.

Uh, n-no, I just, um...

I-I didn't know that that was happening this week.

♪♪

Th-That's good news for him.

[sniffles, sighs]

[knocking at door]

- [Pippa] Hey, what's up? - Uh, I need to talk to you.

[door shuts]

Um...

Lydia just called me.

Baird dropped Caitie's assault case against Chris.

They put him in front of this disciplinary board,

but they said that there wasn't enough evidence to prove anything.

Oh. Okay.

[sighs] I just... I just didn't want you to hear it from anyone else.

So everyone thinks she was lying?

I guess so.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah, of course.

That night with Chris.

It isn't really all blacked out.

I do remember some of it.

♪♪

Pippa...

There's nothing that can be done about it.

[sighs]

Can we just get outta here? I don't wanna sit here all night,

and I think everyone's going to McKinley's.

Y-Yeah, of course.

Yeah, whatever you want.

- [video game sound effects] - [door opens]

[Wrigley] Whoa!

I didn't think you'd make it to nightfall with unbroken legs.

Diana was looking for you earlier.

I think you may be in trouble.

Not too worried about it.

No, seriously, dude, she looked pissed. She walked in on me and Pippa earlier.

So it was you, Diana, and Pippa.

That's a good group.

[video game continues]

Did you make any progress with Drew yet? Is he talking to you?

No.

So you think what'll help the situation is

spending all your time with Pippa?

[click, video game pauses]

You know, sometimes I feel like you say stuff just to be a dick.

Like you store things up and then make me feel like shit for no reason.

Well, it's not my fault if you feel like shit.

[video game continues]

Are you mad at me about something?

What would I be mad about?

I don't know.

Diana?

What about Diana?

Because I hooked up with her freshman year.

Why didn't you say anything?

[pauses video game, puts down controller]

Wrigley, I didn't say anything about it to you because y-you're a mess.

I'm just looking out for you

because, left to your own devices,

you have some difficulty with basic problem-solving.

For instance, you wanna make peace with your brother

while getting back together with the girl who wrote the letter that ruined his life.

You need help.

How are you so sure that Pippa wrote it?

Oh, Pippa worked fast.

She really... got in there.

♪♪

- Alright. - [taps shoulder]

[♪ upbeat music playing on radio]

Hey. I don't think Leo's here.

I-I just really don't wanna see him.

Yeah,

but you do.

I get it. I get it.

[indistinct, giggling]

[Wrigley] My little pipsqueak!

[awkward laugh]

- Ooh. Hey. Hi. - Hi.

[man] Hi.

Oh, no, no, no.

May there be peace between us all!

Perfect.

- Molly! Hey! What's up? - [Molly] Hey.

Uh, Evan's not here, is he?

No, why?

Oh! Uh, right. Sorry. The...

Molly, you were on that whole, uh, Student Council thing, right?

Yeah, unfortunately.

What Student Council thing?

Uh, I've been on this disciplinary board. We've been meeting every day this week,

and it's been... pure hell.

Yeah, my buddy, he had to be a witness for that kid, Chris.

Oh, this is the girl that said that guy raped her?

[Molly] Yeah, Caitie.

Fucking crazy how girls can just lie about shit like that.

You don't know she was lying.

Well, one of them was lying, and we don't have any proof, so...

Well, that doesn't mean it was Caitie who was lying.

I know her, and she wouldn't do that.

- [Wrigley] Do you know her? - No.

[Wrigley] So, what do you think happened?

I think, truthfully,

she had a bad night drinking, and she was embarrassed and regretted it

and, like... It's happened to all of us, so.

[man] Exactly. So she made up a story that almost got a kid expelled.

Okay, everything you're saying right now is fucked up. Both of you.

Okay, uh, let's talk about something a little lighter.

I'm saying what everyone thinks.

Well, Caitie wasn't lying.

We just don't really know.

No, I-I do know, and she wasn't lying.

Hey, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. What...

- How could you possibly know that? - Okay, okay. Chill out, dude.

Because this is not the first time that Chris has done something like this.

He did the exact same thing to me.

♪♪

I-I was at a party, and I had a beer that Chris gave to me

and my friends found me in a bed upstairs with Chris.

I-I couldn't talk, I couldn't fucking walk,

and he had me half undressed. And...

I threw up all over myself

and my friends had to kick him outta the room and take me home.

♪♪

- Sorry. - Yeah, I-I didn't know that happened.

[Wrigley sighs]

Really have to pee.

Pippa.

♪♪

[♪ quiet rock music playing on radio]

♪ You go out on the town ♪

- Hey. Hi. - Hey.

I-I'm sorry. I just...

I couldn't let them talk about Caitie like that. I felt like...

somebody needed to stand up for her, for both of you.

No, no, no, no. I know, I know.

Let's j... Let's go home. Let's go home.

Um... Yeah, no, I just... I just need a minute.

Okay.

Like, I'll wait for you.

No, that's okay.

I'll stay with Wrigley.

- Well... - Yeah, I'll see you back at the dorm.

♪ Do what you want, do what you want ♪

Okay. Alright.

[door creaks]

[bar chatter]

[sniffles]

- [door shuts] - [sighs]

♪ You leave on Friday night ♪

♪ And you don't come back till Monday ♪

♪ You stood alone in a crowded bar ♪

♪ Just drinking with yourself ♪

♪ I don't think that you will ever know what you want ♪

♪ At least you learned to appreciate the thing that you got ♪

♪♪

♪ Do what you want, do what you want ♪

Hey, uh, can we talk?

That was crazy. Is Lucy okay?

Pippa, you wanna... you wanna get some air?

It's scary, man. Fuckin' men.

Yeah, you're the worst.

Uh... Well, luckily we don't have to worry about anything bad happening to this one,

now that you're only hooking up with the girls.

[laughs]

I-I-I'm joking.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Are you even a real fucking person?

What?

Have you ever taken anything seriously?

You know, not everything is a fucking joke just because you are!

There's no wonder that your coach wouldn't write you a recommendation.

Who would recommend you for fucking anything!?

You're a fucking disaster! It's fucking embarrassing!

[♪ somber music playing]

[sighs]

Look, I-I know what you're gonna say.

Do you? You know I'm gonna say

that what you did was not only cruel to Pippa,

but also so damaging for other girls.

You didn't convince anyone of anything.

All you did was prove what everyone already says.

That girls lie. You managed to make sure

that everything Chris said about Caitie,

everything he would've said about Pippa,

actually looks true.

So, what is it you think you achieved?

What do you think is gonna happen to Chris now?

Nothing.

That's the fucking point.

♪♪

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door]

[sighs]

When I didn't pick up your calls, I did not mean for you to come over.

Are you... Are you fucking kidding me? Do you have another fucking joke to tell?

No, no, no, no.

[sighs]

I'm sorry I'm such a fuck-up.

I'm sorry. You were right.

I...

[stammers] I just... ruin things,

and there's not even a fucking point to me.

[shuddering]

No, I'm sorry. I was just, you know.

A-And everything's my fault. I-I ruined my...

[gasps] I ruined my brother's life.

[sobbing]

Now, he's not... [crying, sniffles]

And now I think there's something wrong with me. [gasps]

- [Pippa] There's nothing wrong with you. - [sobs] There is, there is.

There's something wrong with me. I don't... [gasps] I don't feel normal.

It's been wrong for a while. I don't feel normal.

I feel... I feel like, um...

I feel... [crying]

[sniffs, gasps] I feel s... Fuck, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I feel sad all the time,

and I-I don't... I don't know why. And...

And I don't... I don't feel normal.

I-I feel like I'm nothing, like, all the time.

[Pippa] You're not nothing, Wrigley.

- I'm sorry. - [Pippa] You're not nothing, okay?

- Look at me. - Yeah. [gasping] I'm sorry.

- [Pippa] It's not true. - I'm sorry.

- [Pippa] It's not true. - Drew should never talk to me.

He should never talk to me again, you know? I wouldn't.

[sniffles] Drew should never talk to me again.

[sighs]

- We're gonna fix this. - [Wrigley] I'm sorry.

[heavy breathing]

- [sighs] - [cell phone buzzes]

[beep]

[Lydia] [on voicemail] So I talked to Chris this morning.

And he heard what you said about him, and I just wanna say,

don't ever fucking call me again.

If I see you, don't speak to me.

I don't know what is wrong with you or how you could do something like this,

but I am not your friend anymore.

Stay the fuck out of my life, Lucy.

[phone beeps]

- [door shuts] - I've been calling.

You could've at least responded to say you were alive.

I'm alive.

I get that you're upset with me,

and I'm sorry that I'm disappointing you.

Things have just been really...

I don't think I can listen to more about the impossible,

unimaginable burdens of your life, Diana.

Why are you being like this?

Because I just really need you to stop talking.

I don't need one more person giving me shit this week.

Okay.

Okay.

I hear you.

It's okay.

[gasps]

[heavy breathing]

[moaning]

[sighs]

How do you want me?

[heavy breathing]

What is it?

Are you scared of me?

No.

Can I ask you something?

Th-The whole time we've been together,

you've said you know who I'm capable of being.

You know me.

Yeah, I do.

And that's why you want me.

But what if you don't know me?

What if you've been wrong about me this entire time,

and I'm actually horrible?

What if I'm just as bad as everyone always said I was?

What if I'm even worse than that?

You're not.

If you were wrong though,

would you still wanna be with me?

But I'm not wrong.

[cell phone beeps]

I'm sorry.

I've gotta go.

[door opens]

[shuts door]

[knocking on door]

Hi.

What are you doing here? I'm late for class.

I need to talk to you.

[quiet chatter]

[shuts phone]

Good morning, everyone.

♪♪

So...

did you guys have a good weekend?

♪♪

I-I can't do this today, Stephen.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Just... I'm sorry.

I know I fucked everything up.

Do you remember what you said to me after Thanksgiving?

You know all the worst things about me.

Yeah, yeah.

Do you think I am a bad person?

Yes.

And you always knew that about me.

Yeah.

But you still loved me.

I think you might be the only person that feels that way about me.

- Not even my family does. - Why are you telling me this right now?

Because this goes both ways.

I know all of the worst things about you.

The shit that nobody else knows, right?

And I still...

- love you. - Stop.

- [sighs] - [Stephen] That's why...

we don't work with anyone else.

Aren't you tired...

of feeling sorry?

♪ When there's nowhere else to run ♪

♪ Is there room for one more son? ♪

♪ One more son ♪

♪ If you can, hold on ♪

♪ If you can, hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

[♪ "All These Things That I've Done" by The Killers continues]

[♪ fanfare plays]