02x01 - Simon Says Game On!

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- School is back in session,

and you know what that means.

I think there's something
wrong with this.

Help!

- Simon's dead.

- They think one of us did it.

- What Simon did off-campus
was his business.

- You read my post this morning?

- So you guys really do have
some kind of m*rder Club?

That's what everyone's
calling it on Instagram.

- I trusted them because
they're the only ones

who know what I'm going through.

- Especially Nate.

- Can't we just wake
up from this nightmare?

It'll dissolve as soon
as you put it in water.

I told you, nothing to
tie me to any of this.

- I guess I shouldn't
have recorded

all of our conversations
then, dumbass.

- He knows we're on to him,
and he's not gonna hold on

to that Xbox forever.

- Get the Xbox out of here!
- Addy!

- They want us to believe that
during Jake's Halloween party,

he just decides to run away.

He would have never fled to
Mexico without telling me.

- You said we'd
go back to normal.

We were not each other's normal.

- What the f*ck?
- Who the f*ck?

- So we all got
the same message?

- "Simon says do
what I say, or...

or everyone will
know what you did."

- So we're f*cked.
- We don't know that.

We don't even know
what this means.

- It seems to mean
someone knows what we did.

- But we didn't do anything.

Jake k*lled Simon and ran
away to Mexico, right?

Right?

- Um...

Okay, Addy.

- What? That's what happened.

- Addy's right.

Yeah, we stick to
the story, all right?

Somebody's probably
just messing with us.

- Exactly. Vanessa's been
spreading those rumors.

She's probably just
trying to frame us.

- How the f*ck do we
get $5,000 by 11:00?

- We can't do it,
because if we do,

we're admitting we
have something to hide.

- What if someone
actually does know?

We should go and see who
comes looking for the cash,

know who we're dealing with.

- We're not doing anything.

Jake is in Mexico,

and we're going back to normal.

Like we said.

It's over.

- I agree.

Look, I need this
sh*t to be done.

I have a life to get back to.

- You don't think I
want this to be over?

Obviously, I do,

but if someone
knows what we did,

it's not exactly up to us.

Nate?

- They're right.

Bronwyn, we shouldn't do this.

Look, my charges
for Simon's m*rder

are officially
being dropped today.

Let's let this nightmare end.

- Fine.

I really hope you
guys are right.

- Aw, they didn't invite you

to their little
m*rder Club meeting?

Well, there's plenty
of room in my army,

if you want to come
fight the good fight.

I have a feeling you could
be very useful, Maeve.

- Okay. Besties, get this.

Ever since Jake
"ran off to Mexico,"

m*rder Club has been
totally avoiding each other,

like, to a suspicious degree.

Even Bronwyn and
Maeve, who we all know

were doing that good
girl/bad boy thing,

haven't been seen together.

But today, who did I see
huddled up in the parking lot

looking extremely guilty?

m*rder Club.

And they've added a new member:

Simon Kelleher's
little sidekick, Janae.

Try to tell me that's not weird.

- Um, well, I can't,
'cause that is so weird.

- Exactly.

So why are Bayview's Most Wanted

meeting again?

Have they realized their
cover-up can't last forever?

Jake's own brother has told me

he thinks the
police got it wrong.

The Riordans hired some
CIA-level private investigators

to look for him in Mexico,

and they still haven't
found anything.

And you guys know I love Jake,

but I played hide-and-seek
with him as a kid,

and let me tell you, that boy,

easy to find.

Bronwyn, I was just
telling my followers

about your m*rder Club meeting,

now featuring Janae.

Fascinating.

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

- Is that a denial?

I have witnesses, including
your little sister.

- Back the f*ck off, Vanessa.

We're not playing
your stupid game.

- Okay, um, this is not a game.

This is a movement,

and we're onto something, army.

It's, um... it's Evan, right?

You and Bronwyn used to f*ck?

Not quite.

- But you know her pretty well?

- Well, I thought I did,
yeah, but I was wrong.

- Wrong as in you didn't
realize she was a cheater,

a liar, and a m*rder*r?

- I don't think
she's a m*rder*r.

- Aw, Evan, you
used to not think

she was a cheater and a liar.

You should tell the world
the truth about her.

- I'd actually rather never
speak about her again, okay?

I'm moving on.

- If it were me and my ex
dumped me for a drug dealer

and possibly k*lled someone,

I'd want to talk about it.

Hey, trust me, Evan.

Talking sh*t is so much more fun

than being the bigger person.

- Um...

Can I think about it?
- Mm-hmm.

- Hmm.

- Bye, Evan.

- Hey.

Are you okay?
- I'm good.

- Really?

Look, you don't need to pretend
when it's just us, okay?

Janae, I'm not pretending.

I'm moving on.

Simon Says is bullshit,

and I'm going back to normal.

- Right.

It just doesn't
seem super healthy.

- Because you're an expert?

I have to go.

- That was a good time.

Listen, need to talk
to you about something.

I got a call today.

It kind of took me by surprise.

- What's wrong?

- The rep from
Marucci wants to meet.

Talking about sponsorship.

Wait, ser...

Wait, seriously?
- Seriously.

- This is what we've
been working for.

- Oh, that was messed up.

Oh...

I thought...

I don't know what I
thought, but it wasn't good.

- Yeah, it's been a while
since we had some good news.

Now that that Simon
stuff is behind you,

things are looking up.

- Yeah. Yeah, I hope so.

- No, I know so.

This guy is talking about you

like you're the
future of baseball.

No, he says the game
needs a younger audience.

Brands are hungry for somebody

who can talk to Black
kids, g*y kids...

You know, a whole
new generation.

You can be that role model.

- Mm.

What would I have to do?

- Well, you're
already on the field.

You know, you just gotta
serve up the pitch.

You start working on
your social media.

You know, share
more of yourself.

He's talking about
your friend Kris.

Maybe you invite
him to a game...

get him on your 'Gram.

- Seriously?

So now it's...

Now it's good that I'm g*y?

You want me to... You
want me to flaunt it

'cause it's good for my brand?
- Hey, hey.

This ain't how I thought things
were gonna play out, okay?

Coming to California was
an investment in you.

We gotta start seeing a
return sooner than later.

- It's a lot of pressure.

- Being great always is,

but it's up to you if you're
gonna crack under that pressure

or you're gonna rise.

- Hey.

You okay?

- I'm not gonna crack.

- Jesus!

- I did, many times.

- I didn't hear you.

- Can't imagine why.

So your principal called.

Your teachers say you
stopped participating.

Addy, you handed in a
blank test in math today.

- I didn't know the answers.

- You could have
at least guessed.

- You're right. I'm sorry.

I've been a little
distracted since my boyfriend

framed me for m*rder
and ran away to Mexico.

I'll try to raise
my hand a bit more.

- So you think it's true
that he's in Mexico?

- I don't know.

- Have you heard from him?

- No, Mom.

You think I wouldn't say
something if I knew anything?

- Lately, you haven't
been saying anything

about anything.

So I don't know.

- I have to do my homework.

- Babe, we're talking.

- I thought you wanted me to
participate in school more.

- You can't avoid
talking to me forever.

- Can you please close the door?

- Nate, baby, you're home!

- What's going on?

- We're celebrating

your charges being dropped.

Grab a glass.

Aw, sh*t.

Don't worry, your
dad's gone to get more.

- Yeah, I thought you were
trying to help him get clean.

- I am.

This is a special occasion.

You're exonerated.

- Yeah, no thanks to you.

- What does that mean?

- Nothing. Look, um...

Ellen, it's over, so
you can go home now.

- I am home, baby.

I want to be here for you.

We can be a family again.

- You wanted me to sign a deal
to go to jail for four years.

- Well, four years
is better than life.

I thought it was
the best option.

- You thought I did it!
- Nathaniel, come on!

- Look, we both know you're
gonna leave again eventually,

so do me a f*cking favor
and get it over with.

- I am trying to do
the right thing here.

I am staying.

- Then I'll leave.

- Well, how you gonna do that?
- I'll figure it out.

- Yeah? What are you gonna do?

You gonna go sell
some drugs again?

But then how will you pretend
you're better than us?

- No, I already
asked you that one.

Oh, here's one.

Who is your greatest role model?

- Sonia Sotomayor,

the first woman of color
on the Supreme Court.

- B, you saw that Nate's
charges got dropped today?

- Yep, I heard.
- Yeah.

Well, that Tom Preston guy...

You know, the "TMZ" wannabe...

He, like, reported on
it, and it's going viral.

- Maeve, please stop
distracting her.

- What? I'm helping.

If she could focus
on what she wants

to get out of her time
at Yale while I tell her

about the Internet
falling in love with Nate,

she's gonna k*ll her
interview tomorrow.

- And how the f*ck do
we get $5,000 by 11:00?

Bronwyn.

Bronwyn?

Why is Yale your top choice?

- Um, sorry.

The first time I saw Yale's
campus, I was five years old...

- This is insane.

He literally has his own
hashtag, #HotAndlnnocent?

I mean, I guess it's,
like, accurate, but...

- Quiet or out.

- I guess what I'm
trying to say...

- Don't say "I guess."

You want to project confidence.

- Actually, I think
I should go to bed.

I don't want to be tired
for the interview tomorrow.

- Good idea.

We can always go over more
questions at breakfast.

- Thank you.

- Mm, you're gonna do great.

- Buenas noches.

What the f*ck are
you doing here?

- I could ask you the
same thing, Bronwyn,

but I guess I don't have
to, considering you're doing

exactly what we all
promised we wouldn't do.

- Yeah, so are you.
- Not true.

You're here to catch
Simon Says in the act.

I'm here to catch
you in the act.

- Okay, so you caught me.

What now?

Well, I guess I'd
tell you to go home,

and you'd tell me
no, and I'd realize

how much of an idiot I was

to try and stop you
in the first place.

- That sounds about right.

How'd you even know I was here?

- Because I know you, Rojas.

I saw your face when
you got overruled.

I knew you weren't
gonna let this go.

- Well, I'm sorry
I'm the only one

that wants to figure out
who's doing this to us.

- Can you consider for a second

that maybe you don't
always know what's best?

- You're still mad at me
that I bailed you out.

If you had signed
that plea deal...

- If I had signed
that plea deal,

maybe I wouldn't have been
in the woods that night.

Maybe none of us
would have been.

- Yeah, and Jake
would be walking free

and you'd be taking
the fall for all of it.

Is that better?

We need to put the
Xbox back in his room

and tip the police off

and hope the evidence is on it.

We should also put the g*n back.

- Cooper, you and
Addy are the only ones

that can be seen at that party.

Can you go back there?

- Yeah. Yeah, I can do it.

I'll go with you.

That way, we both have an alibi.

- I'll get rid of his car.

And then you and Janae
get rid of the body.

And we never talk
about this ever again.

We aren't seen together.

We go back to normal.

- I don't know, Bronwyn.

Maybe.

Maybe it would have been
better than what we did.

Maybe it would have been better
than seeing you like that.

You were so...

- So what?

- In control.

Methodical. You...

We k*lled someone, and
you treated covering it up

like it was a f*cking
homework assignment.

- I was protecting you.

All of us.

That's what I'm doing right now.

- You're f*cking up
your life for me.

I don't want that.

I'm supposed to be
the criminal, not you.

- You want me to give
up on you, but I won't.

- Bronwyn, just stop.

- If someone finds
out what we did,

I'm scared that you're gonna
take the fall for all of it,

and they'll say that you
framed Jake for Simon's m*rder

and that you k*lled him so
he couldn't defend himself.

- You think I don't know that?

You think I don't see
how all this plays out?

- Then why don't you care?

- Oh, sh*t, Bronwyn.

- sh*t. Did you see anyone?

- You put paper
instead of money?

- Addy!

Look what came for you.

Looks like you have an admirer.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

I was on my way out,
and it was on the porch.

Well, open it!

- What's wrong? What is it?

- Nothing.

Nothing. It's just a prank.

A vibrator, probably
from Vanessa.

She's been such a b*tch about
me not having a boyfriend,

saying that I deserve
to die alone and that

- all because Jake...
- Okay.

That is just not true.

Jake wasn't the only
fish in the sea.

And as it turns
out, he was a shark.

Or, I don't know, what's
worse than a shark?

A k*ller whale?

- I don't know.

- Look, all I'm trying to say

is that you are gonna get
back on your feet soon.

I know it, and in the meantime,

there is nothing embarrassing
about a vibrator.

- Mom, I'm not embarrassed.

I just don't want
to talk about Jake.

I have to get dressed.

- Okay.

Don't be late.

- We have to get
rid of his body.

- What?

Bronwyn, no.

- How?

- We should dump
him in the ocean.

My parents have a boat.
- You can't be serious!

What about his family?
They deserve to know...

- That their son was
insane and a m*rder*r?

Yes.

- Bronwyn, I meant to
say they deserve to know

what happened to their son.

- Are you willing to
trade our lives for that?

Because that's
what we'd be doing.

Is he worth that?

Janae, we need to talk.

- I thought we
weren't doing that.

Look, I'm sorry

I've been shitty, but I
really need your help.

- With what?
- We f*cked up.

We should've done
the money thing.

Whoever Simon Says
is, they're serious.

They know about that night.
- How do you know?

- They sent me the g*n.

- Addy, it's in there?

- I didn't know
what to do with it.

- Oh, my God, so you...
You brought it to school?

- I couldn't leave it at home.

What if Simon Says
tipped the cops off?

- Okay, I... give it to
me. I will get rid of it.

- How?
- I will figure something out.

You go inside and
you act normal.

- Normal?
- You can do it.

You've tricked
everyone for this long.

- Thank you.

Okay.

- We have to think
about how this looks.

- It was self-defense.
- Okay, we know this.

But if we call the cops,
how can we prove that?

- They'll have the Xbox.
They'll have the evidence.

They'll know that
Jake k*lled Simon

and that he was gonna k*ll us.

- And he was a f*cking psycho.

- We don't know what
was on the Xbox.

- We know that Jake
was talking to Simon.

- We don't know what he said.

What if it's not enough?

There's too much we don't know.

We have to be smart.

Protect ourselves.

f*ck this.

- I want us to look at
your charges being dropped

as a new chapter for you.

How does that sound?

- Sure.
- Great.

So how are we gonna make
your senior year successful?

- Aren't you supposed
to tell me that?

- Okay, for starters,

you're failing
English and history.

If you fail either one,

you won't have enough
credits to graduate.

- Since when did you care?

- Look, your story has
captured a lot of attention.

People are watching you,

and that means people
are watching me.

The events of this year have
not made Bayview look good,

so let's turn this
thing around together.

What do you say?

- What do I have to do?

- You have to pass your classes.

I'm assigning you a peer tutor.

Do you know Fiona Jennings?

- Yeah, yeah, she's the...

She's the one that
stabbed her teacher

at her old school, right?

- I think you of all
people would take

what Simon had to say
with a grain of salt.

- Hey, I was just asking.

- Fiona deserves a clean slate.

Just like you.

She's had a hard start
here, but she's very smart.

- Um...

Yeah, yeah.

Um, whatever. I'll do it.

Can I go?
- Yes.

- All right, cool.
- Great.

Fiona Jennings.
- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- No, there are no cameras.
- We just need to figure out

who dropped it off...
- I know, but...

- And then we can go from there.

- Yo, yo. What'd I miss?

- The g*n.

Simon Says sent Addy the g*n,

which is proof that
they know what we did.

- It's because we didn't
do the big money drop.

That's what the "big
mistake" text meant.

- Okay. Where is it now?

- I took care of it.

- What does that mean?

- It means I threw it
in the f*cking ocean.

Okay, Bronwyn? It's gone.

- How did someone get
it in the first place?

I thought you two locked
it in Jake's safe.

- We did lock it in Jake's safe.

- So someone saw you?

- I didn't think so, but...
- I think they must have.

- Maybe.
- Okay, okay.

So Simon Says was at the party.

- And they have
access to the safe.

- And knew we were
all there too.

- Kris... he was the only person

that knew we were all
going to the party.

Do you think he could've
told someone or...

- No, no. Absolutely not.

He would not do that.

But I can ask him.
- Okay, good.

And then we make a list of
everyone who went to the party

and everyone who
could access his safe.

That's how we figure
out who Simon Says is.

- And until then, we need
to do whatever they say.

If they had the
g*n, then who knows

what other evidence
they have on us?

- Why didn't you tell them
we were there last night?

- What's the point?

We couldn't figure anything out.

The point is

is that we're supposed
to be in this together.

- Really? Because
last I checked,

you were all about going
back to our separate lives.

- No, that's what
you decided was best.

But now...
- But now, everyone else thinks

we should play the game too,

which is exactly what
I said yesterday.

And you're skipping over
the part where I was right

and going straight to the part
where I'm a shitty person.

- Okay, that's not what I said.

- I can't do this
right now, Nate.

I'm about to walk into
my Yale interview,

and in the spirit of not
f*cking up my life for you,

I should probably
try and figure out

how I'm gonna get through it
when all I can think about

is Simon Says.

- You'll be just fine.

You always are, right?

- She's ready for you.

But don't worry.

She's chill.

Doesn't seem like the type

to bring up your
cheating scandal

or the whole m*rder
suspect thing.

- For my father,
as an immigrant,

Yale represented
the American dream.

Going there made him
feel more American.

But I think things
are different now,

and when someone like me,
a young woman of color,

steps onto campus,

we make Yale feel more American.

- Thank you,
Bronwyn. I love that.

Now, I have to ask...

It's no secret
that this has been

an exceptionally
difficult year for you,

but looking at your application,

I would never know.

Your grades remain impeccable.

- Thank you.

- It would only be human

to let things slip in
the face of such trauma,

but you didn't.

So my question is,

how did you do it?

What was your secret?

- My secret?

What now?

- f*ck, we have to
stop the bleeding.

- No, no, no, no,
no. Don't touch him.

- What the f*ck? Why? Why?

- Don't touch him, okay?

- I'm gonna call 911.
I'm gonna call...

- No, stop.

Put the phone down, Addy.

- What? Why?

- It's too late.

- How do you know?

- Bronwyn?

- My secret?

- Are you all right?

- I don't have a secret.

And obviously, all
my exemplary behavior

and extracurricular work
and studying and awards

are not as interesting as
being accused of m*rder,

but I cannot believe that
Yale would send someone

to ask me about it.

It's everything that's
wrong with society.

- Bronwyn, please calm down.

- I am not my trauma.

- If you want, I can just
write your papers for you.

It's what I do for everyone else

Gupta pairs me with.

- Look, if you don't
want to tutor me,

we can just not do this.

- Then Gupta will just
sic someone else on me.

She has this delusional idea

that I'll make friends by
tutoring my fellow f*ck-ups.

- Oh. Well, clearly she's
never seen "The Suicide Squad."

You know, pairing the
bad kids together?

It's a recipe for anarchy.

- So true.
- Yeah.

- And I do get some real
Ratcatcher vibes from you.

- Are you kidding
me? Ratcatcher?

Really?
- Mm, or Weasel.

- Okay, I like
Weasel better. Yeah.

- Can I talk to you?

- I'll be right back.

- I just thought you should know

that I totally blew my interview

and my chances at Yale.

- Okay. I'm sorry.

- Yeah, you should be,
'cause you got in my head

with all that sh*t about how
you think I'm a bad person

'cause I can always
keep it together.

But it turns out
you're wrong. I can't.

So the good news is that
I'm not a bad person,

but bad news is I totally
f*cked up the interview.

- I'm sorry your
interview sucked.

I mean, I can take the blame
if that's what you want.

- Yeah, you should.

- Look, I'm kind
of in the middle

of a tutoring session here.

- She's tutoring you?
- Yeah.

- What subject?

- History.

- You could've asked me.

- I think we have too much
history already, Bronwyn.

Did
you just say that?

- Yeah, she's helping
me with English too.

Maybe my lines will get better.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Um, all right.

Well, carry on.
- Yeah.

- Good luck.
- Yeah, thanks.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah. Sorry about that.

- Kris, hey.

- We need to talk.
- No.

Cooper, you know that's a no.

- Who... who was that guy?

- That's not your
business anymore.

- Okay, you're right.
You're right, and I'm sorry.

That's not even why I came
here in the first place.

- Okay, so why are you here?

- I just need to know,

did you tell anybody anything
about Halloween night?

Like who was at the party or...
- No, no.

Cooper, I... I already
told you, all right?

Your secret is safe.
- Okay.

- But honestly, it would
probably be even safer

if you leave me alone, boo.

Like, I'm really, really trying

to forget everything
you told me,

but every single time
you text or call,

I'm thinking about
it again, Coop.

- I don't want you to forget me.

- Sweetie, I'm not
gonna forget you, okay?

You know that's impossible.

But I need to
forget why it ended,

all right?

And...

I think we both just
need to move on.

Okay?

All right.

I gotta get to class.

Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Your mom called me.

She wanted me to talk to you.

- Jesus, Keely, can we not?

- Look, I... I know I owe you
an apology, like, a massive one.

I told Simon your secret
to protect Cooper...

- Keely, I don't... I
don't want to do this.

- Please, is there anything
I can do to make it right?

- If I say I forgive
you, can we agree

to never talk about it again?

- Is that really what you want?

- Yeah.

Anything else?

- Yeah.

Actually, I was... I
was thinking that you

should come back to cheer.

You can't be serious.
- Why not?

- Vanessa, for one.

- Screw Vanessa.

The rest of us want you back.

- Did my mom get
you to say that too?

Keely, I
don't want your pity.

- It's not pity.

I miss you, and I want
to be there for you.

You went through something
horrible, and I...

- And I would be
fine if everyone

would just stop trying to get me

to talk about it all the time.
- I get it.

That's how I felt with Zach.

I never wanted to
talk about it, either.

- It's not the same
thing. Jake isn't Zach.

- You're right. He's worse.

- Don't say that.
- It's true.

He's a monster.
- You shouldn't say it!

You shouldn't talk sh*t
about people who are gone!

- You're not supposed to
speak ill of the dead,

but Jake's in Mexico,

right?

- I just meant that the
cops haven't found him.

What if...
- Ads.

Do you think he's dead?

- I didn't say that.

- Right. Of course not.

- Keely, you have
to go. Please.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Hey, I...

- It's not what it looks like.

I just needed some fresh air.

- Yeah, you don't