01x07 - Get Mad

[bunniefuu]

Leila!

Talk to me!

Leila?

- What's going on?
- Leila's hurt.

Call an ambulance!

This is all my fault.

Hey. Maybe now we'll get a
decent flyer for the cheer team.

You're leaving me with
her? In this place?

It wasn't Bannerman
who bullied me.

But Bannerman did
nothing to stop it.

Well, maybe you can
change schools too.

No.

I have a better idea.

Mouse,
you look pathetic.

Stop just watching and join in.

Yeah, no, I did mine.

Oh, it's
just really greasy.

Hey, I saw that video. It was
harsh. Sorry you went through that.

I don't want your pity. I
don't want anyone's pity.

If you feel safe here,

don't.

Bannerman should not exist.

Shut the school down or
the terror will continue.

- Mouse! Hey.
- Hey.

We didn't tell you
we found his inhaler.

- Why did you hurt my sister?!
- That's not cool.

Oh, it would have
been a bit cool.

Or not!

I didn't
mean to hurt anyone.

I just wanted to make
Bannerman look bad.

You have to believe me.

We don't have to do anything.

And quit acting like a
victim. It's annoying.

You wanted to make the school
look bad. So Leila in cheer.

- Evan in rugby.
- The concert.

The question I have is why?

The same reason you started DGM.

When May left, it was obvious
Bannerman was never gonna change

- unless we made it.
- Hey, less with the "we," okay?

There is no "we."

There's us. We're pretty cool.

And then there's you, who's
been terrorizing the school.

Why did you come after me?

You posted the video.

Everyone swapping clothes, supporting
Sam. It made Bannerman look good.

Cool, even.

I hated it.

The way you exposed me,
calling me out like that,

it felt personal.

Was I just collateral damage?

I was angry, so a bit of both.

- Don't smile!

You hurt my sister. Was
she collateral damage too?

And Miles, setting him up? What
was that, more of the same?

In the video you used to
take down Viola, what was I?

Collateral damage?

You didn't end up in hospital.

I hate what happened to Leila.

And I know it's just words…

but I am sorry.

The thing is I didn't
have anyone to stop me

like Grace stopped you, Clara.

No one was there to tell
me I was going too far

because I was all on my own.

I don't want to do that anymore.

Or be that person.

I want to be like you.

I want to be part of DGM.

Okay, I vote no, never.

What the actual? And can we please
turn her over to the police now?

With what evidence?

The fact that she
knew about an inhaler?

Can you stop making
logical points, please?

That seems unfair.

It's one of the main things
Grace knows how to do.

I also know how to
weigh things up from every angle,

so give me a sec
while I do that.

Okay. We don't have one solid piece
of evidence to just hand over and say,

"There you go, proved
it beyond all doubt."

So the question is how do
we get that solid thing?

Okay, you're in, but
you're on probation.

You won't regret it, I promise.

The question is,
can you play nice?

I can and I will.

So when do you want to start?

It's kind of late, so tomorrow?

See you tomorrow, then.

What are you doing?

You said all we need is one
solid piece of evidence.

Just cut a bit for me. Thanks.

Okay…

Hmm.

And that's how you get it.

You know, Rumes,
watching you do that,

- best kind of weirdo.

The mouse has left the
house. Go, cats, go!

Why are we cats now?

Because she's a
mouse. Go with it.

Okay, I guess.

Time to test Rumi's
fingerprinting skills.

- It worked!
- I'm in!

Yes! My status as criminal
mastermind is confirmed.

Hey, Bonnie.

Do you remember me?

You like cheese, right?

Okay, so we need one solid thing
tying Mouse to what she's done.

But two would be better.

Abort mission, felines.
The mouse is back!

Just need
my science homework.

Quick, we have to get out.

Hurry up! I'm
going to be late for work.

So, DGM next move? We're agreed?

Yeah.

But remember to play nice.

I smell of bin!

I can fix that.

Okay.

Did it work?

Now you smell of
vanilla and bin.

Like a vanilla-bin combo.

Of course I see her now.

Hey.

- You smell weird.
- Like vanilla?

Nope.

Hey, can you slow down
a bit? Or stop, even?

No, I'm not letting your
cute eyes throw me off.

Yesterday sucked.

My first performance at Bannerman
was just completely ruined and…

Why did you cancel on me, Rumi?

Reasons.

Such an illuminating answer.

I never know what's
going on with you.

I hate that.

Mouse. Over here.

Great. Let's make this
a group-hang situation.

- Really?
- No, I'm out of here.

What went wrong between you two?

Nothing.

You can tell me.

- We're friends now.
- We're more like co-workers.

I just…

It's to do with your post
about me in ballet school.

You thought she posted it?

- And now you don't trust her.
- Not me.

Clara and Grace.

Do you always go along
with what they think?

I… I didn't call you
over for that. Um…

We've got a DGM meeting
at lunch. Green pavilion.

- Can you make it?
- Yeah, cool. I'll be there.

Hey, can
I see that badge?

Vote Miles.

Do you want to tell me what this is
about? Because you know I'm not fake.

This is about me getting in there
first. I thought about it, Grace.

Why you go poking around in my bedroom,
making small talk with my tutor.

You're trying to get in there
first, use it against me to win.

I would never use
dodgy tactics to win.

So why were you doing those things?
You act like you care about people.

- Truth is you just care about yourself.
- No, Miles, you know the truth

- and you know me.
- Yeah, no, I did know you,

but this girl who sneaks around
and lies, she's a stranger to me.

- Yeah, yeah, that works. Yep.

So, what am I doing here again?

Well, it's good news.
It's very good news.

Then why is she acting weird?

- Because you're not going to like it.
- Come on, Leila.

You know your sister's a team player.
She'll be happy for you. Right, Clara?

Right.

Course.

So, Leila saw her
physio this morning

and she's been given
the go-ahead to cheer,

- which means...
- She's point flyer at regionals tomorrow.

Look, Leila was point
flyer before the accident,

and it's her last
year. You know that.

This is the bit where you get to
show how happy you are for me.

Yeah, I got that.

Congrats, Leila.

Good call, coach. Go, team.
Yay. Are we done here?

Mm-hm.

See you later at practice, yeah?

I just…

I need to know.

Did I let you down?

Uh… No, of course not.

It's just about what's right for the
team. Honestly, it's not personal.

It feels pretty personal.

It feels like no matter how
hard I work, Leila comes first.

It feels like no matter how
much of a good daughter I am,

Leila comes first.

I wasn't just second born.
I'm a second thought.

No, Clara…

- Hey.
- Hey.

I saw Rumi earlier.

So you know we're
meeting at lunch?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Rumi seemed…

I don't know, upset.

Normally she's so happy, like life
is a walk in the park for her.

She's had a lot going on.

So have you.

It's the regional competition
tomorrow. That is a lot of pressure.

Aren't you flyer?

No.

No, I'm not.

Is staring at it helping?

Not at all.

It wouldn't even be as bad if I
didn't like his choice of font.

Still, he's not getting
my vote. You're not fake.

You don't know me that well.

I feel like I do.

It's strange, but

when I'm around you, it's
like I've always known you.

You should probably
see someone about that.

You know, like overfamiliar
issues or something.

- Yeah, there's probably a self-help book.
- Yeah, get reading.

Also, the last time a guy friend tried
to compliment me, it ended like that, so…

Does that mean it's a
bad time to ask you out?

Kind of terrible.

New low for me,
timing-wise.

- Hey, did you hear about the...
- Meeting?

Yeah, I was heading over now,
if you want to walk together.

Yeah, sure.

You don't seem fake,

but I'm guessing, with DGM,
you've had to lie quite a bit.

Yeah, a bit.

Hey, can I meet you there?

I've got some science
homework to hand in.

Yeah.

There's nothing!

Don't stress.

It's the cellar that we
really want to check out.

This is
interesting, though.

Yeah, interesting,
but not evidence.

There's nothing.

No typewriter. No water bottle.

No evidence.

What's this?

"Don't get mad."

She knows.

I just need
my science homework.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I saw Rumi earlier.

So you know we're
meeting at lunch?

Yeah, I'll be there.

There's nothing.

No typewriter. No water bottle.

No evidence.

What's this?

- "Don't get mad."
- She knows.

She played us.

Yeah, and now we're screwed.

Screwed or not, we still need
to get back before lunch ends.

All of this and for what?

Why are we even trying so hard?

Leila's flyer again

and that decision took my dad
all of two seconds to make.

And Leila's fine.

But me…

You're going to be
fine too, I swear.

You don't need cheer,
like I don't need ballet.

Don't put us in
the same category.

You walked away from
something. I was pushed.

I know it's different. I just…

I still think you'll be okay.

Because you always think
everything will be okay!

You're like, "Hey, I'm Rumi."

"I skip through life like it's
some sort of summer meadow."

And what's wrong with
that? With being happy?

Do you want me to push
that part of me down?

- Apologize for being myself?
- No.

But apologize for lying to us.

Lying to me.

You said you understood.

I tried.

But how could you tell Jess something,
a girl you've known for five minutes,

something you couldn't tell me,

someone you've known
since baby grows were in?

I messed things up with
Jess because of you!

Because of both of you!

- Hey, don't drag me into this.
- Why not?

You both made me feel
stupid for trusting her,

and making someone feel
like that is a low move.

So is lying.

We've all lied at
this point, all right?

- We don't get to judge each other for it.
- There's a difference, and you know it.

Do I?

Because with DGM,

I have snuck around and lied more
than I have in my entire life.

But we don't lie to each other.

Why? Because we're friends?

Miles was my friend before this.

Honestly, I think he's got
a point. I think he's right.

I'm fake.

But I never used to be.

So you hate yourself for lying?

Yeah.

And I hate myself for putting
so much into all of this.

And I hate you both
for making me cynical.

We're done here, right?

Yeah.

We're done.

Okay, uh, let's get
this started. Um…

Question one.

What steps would you take
to improve the school?

Uh, Miles?

Politicians are
fake, aren't they?

And trust me, Grace
Ellington is a politician.

Vote for me and, sure, I might not
be the most serious candidate, but

- at least you'll get what you see.

That had nothing to do
with improving the school.

Quiet.

Uh, Grace, you're
entitled to a rebuttal.

Um…

When I started this campaign, I
thought that if I had stayed strong

and fought for what was right
that I could make a difference.

But Bannerman doesn't change.

No, it just changes those
of us within its walls.

It makes people
angry and lash out.

People lose their trust.

And they lose their faith.

What Bannerman does is break
everyone and everything.

Including me.

So…

I'm out.

Five more minutes,
then into stunt groups.

I want a lot of energy, okay?

It's a big day tomorrow.

Hey, coach, are we're finally going
to show 'em what we're made of?

- Yes, we are, Sam! Yes, we are!

So what do you think?

Do you want to swap bedrooms?

I thought you needed the bigger
room 'cause you have more clothes.

I mean, well, that is true,
but you have the back window

and you don't even sneak out so
it's kind of a waste, really.

You don't
have to do this.

I'm not doing
anything. I'm just

bored of my living
situation. That's all.

I don't want the
room, but thanks.

Sorry about this, Coach Harris.

Sorry about what?
What's going on?

There's been an anonymous report

that you have performance-enhancing
drugs in your office.

This is some sort
of prank, right?

Don't worry. It's just
a misunderstanding.

What happens now?

I wish I knew.

Don't stress. They're
just taking him for questioning.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Guess I'm not
welcome in DGM now.

Wait. I never was.