03x02 - Mean Ghouls

[bunniefuu]

[Simon]
Previously on School Spirits...

-Simon, I'm back.
-Well, I'm not.

We believe
he's somehow on our side.

[Wally] I wish I could hold you.

-I wanna try.
-Me too.

[Claire] Okay, do not react,

but it's not sweet.

-You look nice.
-After the bus crash,

people started
getting these ideas

that the devil mascot
was partly to blame,

instead of, you know, black ice.

[whirring]

-[rumbling]
-[lighter clicks]

[machine whirring]

[Kyle] It's hard finding someone
who's alive when you're not.

What are you hiding?

[suspenseful music plays]

[clock ticking]

[Maddie] I remember a time
where just saying his name

made you cringe.

I would say,
"Simon told me this" or...

[Nicole sighs] Poor Maddie.

This keeps getting worse.

Do not read the comments.

"Whoa. Is this full-on deranged,

-or all eyes on me, motherfu--"
-Okay.

Nicole, I said not to read them.

How are we supposed
to protect Maddie?

By figuring out who posted this
and making them take it down.

You think @spillthetea
is someone's real name?

I think she might answer
to Livia Price.

That girl that passed her
that creepy note at assembly?

-The cheerleader?
-Mm-hmm.

And she's a human cannonball
who loves to blow things up.

Why blow up Maddie?

Maybe she's after me
and I'm just Maddie-adjacent.

Yeah, well,
maybe Maddie's Simon-adjacent.

I mean, how is she
supposed to help him get out

if she's under
everyone's microscope?

[Xavier] I'm kinda lost.

Why? I wanna know
if she survived.

No, I mean, if you died
in that bus crash,

then why are you here and not
with the other band kids?

'Cause I didn't die there, dude.

I died on the table.

In surgery.

What? You never heard
of somebody flatlining before?

[Xavier] Yes.

Been there, done that.

That's kinda why
we're doing this right now.

Look, man, if I could,
I'd ask somebody else.

Seriously, I just spent
the last two decades

playing cribbage
with a switchboard operator

who voted for Harry Truman.

Um, I need to know
if Tracey made it out alive.

Okay. Okay, I hear you.

-I get it.
-Do you?

Being stuck in here
with a thousand questions?

I don't even know
who jumped in front of our bus!

I thought it skidded on ice.

The-the bus.
That's what caused the crash.

-Who told you that?
-Everyone.

The school, people that
were around back then.

They just said that
the bus driver lost control--

'Cause someone jumped
in front of him.

They were almost roadkill.

Was it a student?

[Kyle] I have no idea.

Look.

I just wanna find out
what happened to Tracey,

and if she knew
how I felt about her.

I get it.

Yeah. Uh...

I will help you find
your flute player.

But you need to help me
find Maddie's dad.

-Yeah, I'll try.
-No.

Come on. More than try.

Find him.

All right? I owe it to her.

[fire crackling]

-[grunts]
-[ghost] Everett...

[wind whistling]

What happened to me?

[angrily] Everett...

What happened to me?!

[ominous music plays]

["Long Gone" by Anna Waronker
playing]

[haunting vocalizing]

* Don't forget me
when I'm gone *

* Don't forget me
when I'm gone *

* Gone *

* Will you forget me
when I'm gone? *

* Don't forget me
when I'm gone *

* Will you forget me
when I'm gone? *

* Will you forget *

* Don't forget me
when I'm gone *

[creaking, rumbling]

[rumbling]

[Sandra] Maddie!

[rumbling continues]

Mads? Mads?

[Maddie inhales]

Are you okay?

[clicks tongue] Uh... yeah.

What were you thinking about?

Nothing.
I was just thinking I should...

get my blue shirt
from the laundry,

or my favorite top
because, um...

Nicole said
it's senior picture day today.

It's in the closet.

Wh-why don't you wear
your pretty navy dress?

What? When's the last time
you saw me in a dress?

Last Thursday,
when Sheriff Baxter was here.

[tense music plays]

[Simon] I know what I saw.

It was definitely snow.

And it didn't put out the fire?

Why are you looking for logic?

It's a scar. They change.

I get it, but the look
on your Chem teacher's face--

Mm-mm. Wasn't my teacher.

Leader, guru,

death coach, whatever.

I mean, he was flipping out.

He definitely knows
more than he's letting on.

Two-faced death coach. Okay?

You forgot two-faced.

So what you're suggesting,

we let Two-Face out of his cage?

[Quinn] We could.

Maybe just
for a few hours or so.

And why would we do that?

On what grounds?
"Kills well with others"?

He made it pretty clear that
Janet's death was an accident,

and... and I'm guessing
she must've forgiven him

or she wouldn't have
crossed over.

We don't need Mr. Martin

to solve
Simon's situation, okay?

No offense, but we tried.

Janet took her door.

I'm still here.

Uh, what about
these dead hospital folks?

Don't you think it's weird
that we haven't heard

about them until now?

Not really.
We don't get out much.

It is crazy to think, though,
there could be dead people

trapped, like,
all over this town.

Hospital, bank...

Why would someone die in a bank?

Try being a woman in 1963
and applying for a loan.

That could drive a lady to k*ll.

Right on.

Okay, new plan.
Forget the dead hospital people.

What if we just rustle up
everybody on this campus? Right?

We ask them to go
into their scars,

maybe it blows the roof off
of this place,

and spits Simon out
like a volcano.

You can't ask people to do that.

Why not?

Maybe people aren't ready
to face their demons.

No one's ever ready,
but we've all done it, right?

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah. I mean, yeah.

If it'll help Simon split
then let's go for it.

[unsettling music plays]

Hey, maybe after we stop
by Simon's,

-I'll bring you back home.
-Why?

We're just grabbing his iPad
from his car.

Maybe you should ask your mom
to call the school

and say you need
a mental health day.

Nicole, I already know what
everyone at that school thinks

about my mental health.

I saw the video.

You did?

My mom got me a new phone.

Yeah. Some of the comments
were harsh.

I'm worried about Simon too,
but maybe we should just--

Nicole, compared to what
Simon's going through,

having a couple of trolls
think I'm crazy is a Spa Day.

I can't help him from home.

You know,
it's not a couple trolls.

You're up to 2,037.

Just saying.

[Wally] Okay. I think
this covers everyone.

-Who am I missing?
-Mina.

Oh, hell yeah. Okay.

I got Mina.

Wh-who's Mina?

Stage manager crushed
by a loose Fresnel.

Before your time.
She's a tough little looper,

but clearly Wally
isn't afraid of a nail g*n.

Uh, Charley, can you take Fern?

Sure, yes.

But if she's roller-skating
on the roof,

can Yuri and I go up as a team?

Her spin-stops make me dizzy.

[Wally] Yeah. That's fine. Um,

Quinn, you're gonna take
the marching band.

What? No. Why me?

You speak their language.

Yeah. And you know exactly
when to hop in

during "Eye of the Tiger."

No, I can't. I won't. No.

Quinn, you've literally spent,
like, 20 years with--

I said no!

Okay, look.
If it makes her squirrelly,

I'm happy to take band.

No way. You're a newbie.
You'll get trampled.

I'm scrappier than I look.

What was that about?

I've never
even heard her scream.

First, she wants
to release Mr. Martin and then--

[Rhonda] Okay. Leave it alone.

Maybe she has a history
with those looping lug-nuts.

[pensive music plays]

[door closes]

[Livia] What are you
accusing me of?

[Claire] I know you passed
that phony "Welcome Back" note

at the assembly yesterday,

and if you're smacking down
my friend--

I did not take
or post that stupid video.

Livia, if it wasn't you--

Every kid in our class
could've made that account.

Your new obsession's turned
this school into a prison.

No more off-campus lunches,
restrictions on clubs.

They're even threatening
to cancel Senior Trip

because of her.

Okay. That's not her fault.

-You don't attack someone who--
-Who what?

Can't explain where she's been?

Maybe the police should question
some of those kids

at the college party your friend
crashed last weekend.

What college party? Um...

Uh... What are you
talking about?

Oh, please. I saw her there.

Um, okay, you may have thought
you saw Maddie but--

I know what I saw.

It was Maddie Nears.

And FYI...

everyone on the squad
has blocked your number, Claire.

But maybe you didn't notice

since you ghosted us,

a week before Regionals,

so we're not winning
any gold this year.

Thanks, pal.

[coach shouts nearby]
Let's do it!

You gotta move!

Come on! Pick up the pace!

Pick up the pace!

[Nicole] Just hurry.
Simon's parents might be home.

[tense music plays]

[rattles, clicks open]

[compartment closes]

[iPad buzzes]

[marching band plays
in distance]

[Simon] Hey, uh,
so what's your name?

Was wondering if you could meet
us in the library later?

Guys, can any of you
meet me in the library?

All right, let's try this again.
What's your name?

You, what's your name?

Okay. I'm just trying to have

a decent conversation
with you guys.

Talk to me!

Will you help me today?

I need your help. Listen to me.

-I need you...
-[band plays louder]

f*ck!

[Simon shouts in frustration]

[Maddie] Did you go back
to the hospital?

-Yeah.
-Did you talk to my dad?

No, no.

But I did talk to another gho--

[clears throat]

...non-living person

who's on the lookout
for your dad.

What? Who? Who is it?

Kyle.

Uh, he-he died
in a marching band bus crash.

-Happened back in--
-2004.

Yeah. I know all about it
from Quinn. She was on that bus.

Did she tell you what really
went down that night?

Apparently, somebody jumped
in front of the bus.

No, it was ice.

-It skidded on black ice.
-No.

That's what everyone at school
wanted us to believe.

So why should we be trusting
this non-living person

to find my dad?

You know, I dealt
with the same crap

when I got back to school,

and everyone thought
I had your head in my freezer.

It gets easier. [chuckles]

So when are you going back
to the hospital?

Lunch. Yeah.
I'm gonna apply to volunteer.

Can't hang out there
without a badge so...

Hey. How'd it go
with marching band?

It didn't.

[sighs] God. It just reminded me

why I traded my clarinet
for a Freddy Krueger poster.

How'd it go
with the stage manager?

Oh, she traded in her nail g*n
for a glue g*n.

It still hurt.

Best part's coming.
She's gonna make herself laugh.

Wait. Is that
the football field?

-[Aurora] Just watch.
-[laughter on video]

-[laughing on video]
-[giggles]

Oh my God.

[Aurora and Lexi laughing]

[Maddie talking indistinctly
over video]

[school bell ringing]

Don't look so shocked, champ.

Their kind live to make my kind
feel like losers.

Was it any ever different
when you were here?

It was worse.

And I dated them.

Oooh, uh, this is sick.

-Mmm. Love, love, love.
-[giggles]

What do you think?

[clears throat]

-[Aurora] Too red?
-No, it's... great.

If you're Mrs. Potato Head.

[chuckles]

Okay, well, you've just crossed
the pervy line.

Rhonda, you've been
to the boys' room,

like, two jillion times.

I know this sounds insane,

but I feel kinda bad for her.

[Aurora] Who?

Maddie Smears?

Why?

Oh, God. If I ever die again,

please blow my ashes
in their faces.

I mean, not like bad bad, but...

still, melting down on campus,

in front of the whole world?

No one wants to be
the punching bag senior year.

Don't you have French lab now?

Merde! I totally spaced.

[chuckles] Okay. Ciao!

[Aurora] That's Italian.

[sighs]

Can I just say

it doesn't matter
if the principal thinks

she's bananas
or a pathological liar.

-[Livia chuckles]
-Either way,

he'll hold her a*s back

and the rest of us
can go on Senior Trip.

[Livia] Hmm.

Catching that psycho moment
was genius.

You're welcome.

[unsettling music plays]

[exhales sharply]

How do we think Fitzgerald

is exploring
the class differences?

What statement
is he making about Gatsby?

-Tom and Daisy?
-You know about that video?

[teacher] Hello?

-Is it Simon?
-[teacher] Anyone?

Is he still bleeding?

I know who took it,
and we need to nail

her cartwheeling-carcass
to the wall!

Who?

Fitzgerald.

The author.

Anyone?

Thoughts about this chapter.

Yeah?

Um, was Daisy inspired
by his wife?

-She was, like, psycho, right?
-[teacher] Psycho?

Yeah, you know?

Loco, batshit, crazy.

Maddie, tell Principal Hartman

that chick Livia,
she took that video.

Well, his wife, Zelda, did have
mental health challenges,

but Daisy
was most likely inspired

by his former girlfriend.

Okay. Steal her phone,
prove that she was

at the football field
after school.

So, do we think
that she was actually nuts

or was she just pretending?

Give it a rest, as*h*le.

What did you just call me?

[teacher] Hey, guys, stop. Now.

Let's open Chapter 9,

and let's read
what apparently you haven't.

[Wally inhales deeply]

[clattering]

That could've gone worse.

Really? Your friend Fern
basically skated around us

like we were traffic cones.

Yeah, but she didn't shove us
off the roof.

Probably because you're
a very attractive traffic cone.

[both chuckle]

Uh... uh...

But I get
why you said that earlier.

About asking people to face
what they're not ready to,

you know, face.

I didn't realize that you'd gone
into your scar already.

And I-I totally get why you
might not wanna talk about it.

But sometimes if-if you share...

Yuri?

Sorry. What?

Nothing.

[pensive music plays]

[school bell ringing]

Are you sure
that's the best place?

Do you really wanna go
down there again? Alone?

I'm not alone.
I'm meeting Simon.

Okay, but aren't there
other rooms

where people have died
and you can--

Okay. I just need a spot
where we won't be interrupted

and no one asks me
if I need the nurse.

Just guard the door,

-and text me if anyone's coming.
-[Claire] Okay.

Just please tell him
that we miss him and--

[door closes]

[unsettling music plays]

Hey.

First time in the morgue?

Yeah. Yeah, that-that
would be a yes.

Thought I might find Dave
down here.

Sometimes a bunch of us
hang in here.

Play poker.

Or barbershop. [chuckles]

It's fun to style folks
who can't complain.

You'd be blown away
how many people die

on bad hair days.

Right.

[inhales sharply]
If they're already...

gone when they're parked here,

how am I able to see you?

Probably 'cause of that
mortician who showed up here

a few years ago.

Yeah, he came to--
came to collect somebody and...

that somebody sat up
and grabbed his wrist.

[both chuckle]

[Kyle] Yeah. Gave him
a heart attack so...

Did you find my girl?

No.

I had to go to school.

You're not flaking
on me, are you?

No, I'm not.
I-I just haven't had the time.

Has anyone seen Maddie's dad?

No.

It feels like
he disappeared, man.

I've searched every room
in this place.

Unless he's hiding under one
of these sheets--

No, no, no. Oh, that...
[laughs nervously]

No lifting sheets.
That's it. No.

Damn, dude. You'd better check
the "squeamish" box

on that application,

I'm-I'm not squeamish, okay?
I'm just...

working my way up
to not completely freaked.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess
once you've been in a...

fiery crash,
this room feels peaceful.

[sighs]

[pensive music plays]

Hey. So, uh...

Maddie talked
to the other band kids.

They're sure the crash
was caused by ice.

-[Kyle sighs]
-At-at least, uh...

At least Quinn is.

Quinn? Who's Quinn?

She's, uh, a horn player.

I was in marching band
all four years at that school

and there was no one
in our group named Quinn.

[uneasy music plays]

Unless that's the kid who jumped
in front of our bus.

[Simon] Mads?

Hey.

Hey. I'm sorry I'm late.

I was... I'm just trying
to find some kid

who-who died 60 years ago
in the auto shop.

His name's Elliot.
Why are you looking for--

Experiment number three.

Is it gonna work?

Probably not.

I think we're wasting
so much time

when all the answers
are behind there.

Your friends...

No, they're not
gonna release him. I...

I need your help.

What can I do?

Convince them
that he's too valuable

to be a prisoner of w*r.

That chem teacher
has secrets to spill.

Yeah, but the last one
he spilled

got him locked in there.

Speaking of secrets...

who's Sabrina?

What?

Sorry.
You don't have to tell me.

But your dad thinks
you're with her,

and if I have
to cover for you...

[groans] No, Maddie.

No, it's okay.

No, if you found someone special

and you're not ready to share...

She found me.

Tracked me down
through a genetic testing site.

What?

[Simon] Turns out,

she is adopted too,

and like...

four years older and...

she actually figured out
we have the same birth mother.

Jesus, Simon, this is huge!

[gasps]

You have family
you didn't know about?

How could you not mention this?

Maybe 'cause the past couple
weeks have been insane.

Yeah, but you have a sister.

[Simon] I do.
And believe it or not,

that newsflash got swallowed up
by a body snatcher.

I was busy

helping the family
I already have.

What should I text
your parents?

Hmm...

Tell 'em I'm...

still visiting Sabrina.

Will they buy it?

They have so far.

It's the excuse I've been using

to explain why I've been AWOL
the past four days.

Okay.

-I can do that.
-[rumbling in distance]

[Simon] What?

Hey, what?

Hey, are you okay?

No, I'm fine. I'm just...

having trouble sleeping,
and seeing stuff.

I think it's some kind
of weird PTSD or--

What?

I'm fine. Don't worry about it.

Unless you've got any more
bombshells to drop on me.

Did I tell you that

Janet took her door?

She's gone.

[pensive music plays]

Ladies? [clears throat]

Where are we supposed to be?

Hmm?

You both have class.

Move! With purpose.

You're not upset, are you?
That she left?

No. Janet deserved to get out
of this place.

-[light buzzing]
-Maddie?

Why are you down here?

[Hartman] After you.

Take a seat.

-[phone ringing]
-I'll get to you in a second.

Right there.

[indistinct chatter]

What's going on?

Right. You cannot hear me.

This day just keeps
getting better and better.

[laughs dryly]

[sighs]

You know, I guess
I'm actually kinda happy

that you can't hear me.

You would have no patience.

You hate
when I get all insecure...

[phone buzzing]

And I mean, seriously,
how am I supposed to compete

with some shredded
water polo champ?

I put on a bathing cap,
and I look like...

Squidward.

[phone buzzing]

No. Please, go ahead, answer it.

I'm used to being ignored.

Did you find him?

[Xavier] No, not yet.

But I'm starting to wonder

about your dead friends
at school, Maddie.

-What are you talking about?
-I'm just not sure

they're all being
completely honest with you.

Kyle said that there was
no Quinn on the bus,

and she definitely wasn't
in the marching band.

[Maddie] Yes, she was.

She's been in that uniform
since Rhonda woke her up.

Well, maybe she was using
the uniform

to hide in plain sight
or something.

Hide from what?

Look, I don't know this person
like you do,

but we still have no idea
how this happened to Simon,

and maybe these folks aren't
sharing everything they know.

If Quinn wasn't telling
the truth about the bus crash,

what else is she holding back?

[unsettling music plays]

[uneasy music plays]

[lock clicks]

[sighs nervously]

[Charley] It does make you
at least question--

-No, it doesn't.
-Maybe that's why

she got all twitchy
when I asked her to go

-after the other band kids.
-More than twitchy.

She ran outta here
like her hair was on fire.

Do I need to remind everyone
that Quinn went into her scar

and brought out the page
from Janet's notebook

to help us?

Maybe she just did that
to shift focus

from Mr. Martin to Janet?

Why would she protect
Mr. Martin?

I don't know. Maybe because
he's a part of the dark forces

at this school
that he keeps talking about.

-Maybe she is too!
-That is not Quinn.

How do we know for sure?

Right? I mean,

what if everything we thought
was so endearing

and innocent about her
was just a way to reel us--

-Charley, stop talking.
-You have to admit,

it's a little strange that-that

we're all busting our humps
trying to help Simon

and no one's even seen her
since breakfast.

Have you ever heard of innocent
until proven guilty?

Have you ever seen that girl
blow a horn?

Thank you.

Do we think
she's hiding in her scar?

'Cause then someone
should go check.

Not you. I told Maddie that you
wouldn't lose any more blood.

-What are you doing?
-Research, Walter.

I'm not relying
on some dead hospital kid

who plays Frisbee with a bedpan

to tell me who I can
and cannot trust.

[Hartman] If you refuse
to tell me the truth...

I needed to make a call.
It was private.

There are a lot of other
locations on this campus

that are far safer
and, uh, less... tainted.

Look, Maddie.

I know about this video
that's circulating around, okay?

And I intend to get
to the bottom of it.

But for now, I think
we should call your mother--

[Maddie] No, no. Don't do that.

You can't. You can't do that.

I think she needs to know
that we intend

to punish the person
who shot it and posted it.

-[keypad beeping]
-I did.

What did you just say?

I shot and posted it
as a... joke.

A stunt. Because half the kids
here think I'm crazy

so I just gave them
what they wanted to see.

What you're telling me now,
it's...

it's very troubling, Maddie.

No, I just wanted
to shut down the kids

who didn't believe me.

Except now, I don't know
what to believe either.

Was this also
some kind of "stunt"?

[tense music plays]

No.

I don't remember that.

The doctor says that's common
with head injuries.

[unsettling music plays]

-[message sent tone]
-[telephone ringing]

Nothing in 2003.

I take it you haven't found her.

I will. What have you found?

Haven't found her yet.

She's definitely not
in any marching bands.

Here, take a look.

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry. I can't do it. I won't.

I get it. But I don't know.
It's not a total shock, right?

I mean,
if everyone presented themselves

as who they really are,
would we ever trust anyone?

[Rhonda]
I don't... trust anyone.

My faith in humanity's been
in cold storage since 1963.

It just...

I don't know, I... It hurts.

[printer buzzing]

But that only
makes us tougher, right?

I mean, you're like the
toughest person I've ever met.

Like the poem says,

"What's stronger
than the human heart

which shatters over and over
and still lives?"

He's a keeper.

[door opens]

Check it out, team.

You stole
Quinn's mellophone case?

Why don't you ask her
who she stole it from.

See, there's a name label here,

but it's peeled off.

-Rhonda.
-Not looking.

[sighs] I mean,
it's pretty sketch, right?

Maybe...

we should go check out
the band room.

Look for other stuff

that, uh, might help us

figure-- figure this out.

Yeah.

Here. See if you can find
anything I might've missed.

Right now, it looks like
Quinn was a ghost

before she was a ghost.

Okay.

[intriguing music plays]

[intriguing music continues]

[dramatic musical stinger]

[faint whirring]

[metal clanging]

[eerie screeching]

[electricity crackling]

[eerie screeching]

[dark, tense music plays]

[electricity crackling]

[scraping]

[electricity crackling]

[whispers] Quinn?

[ominous music plays]

[crackling]

Quinn?

[exhales sharply]

[creaking]

[gasps]

[ominous musical stinger]

[gasps, breathes heavily]

Can't stop the beat,
I won't stop.

-Won't stop.
-Won't stop the beat, and go!

["Move Your Feet" by
Junior Senior plays on player]

* Everybody move your feet
and feel united *

* Oh *

[headphones clatter]

-[exhales deeply]
-[music softens]

[breathing heavily]

[foreboding music plays]

[music intensifies]

[breathing heavily]

Quinn!

[wind whistling]

Quinn?

Is that you?

[drumbeat]

[drumroll]

[school bell ringing]

[Nicole] Why would
she tell Hartman that?

[Claire] Then she could be
here for Simon.

If Sandra picks her up,

she'll be bubble-wrapped
in her bedroom.

But if she says
she went Gone Girl

-and starts feeding the trolls?
-Nicole, breathe. Okay?

We're doing everything we can.

What if the cannonball
has photos of Maddie

stealing that jacket
at the party?

What if she's been
following her all along?

Saw her burn down
that farmhouse?

Smash Mr. Anderson
in the face with an oar?

Technically,
that wasn't Anderson.

Try telling that to the jury!

Maddie's not on trial, Nicole,

she's in fifth period
Social Studies.

Let's just think before we jump
to disaster. Okay?

Claire's right.
We need to chill.

You're too chill.
Like, what are you doing?

Trying to track down a girl
who went here 20 years ago.

Wouldn't she be, like, 40?

Yeah. Give or-- give or take.

[both] Ew.

[intriguing music plays]

Yo, where you been?

Doesn't matter.

You went in the bus scar,
didn't you?

-Was she in there?
-No.

No.

Uh, there were
some others there, though.

It's, uh...

-brutal.
-[sighs]

I mean...

I almost wished the snow
was coming down heavier

-so that it could cover--
-Give me that watch.

You used this to get
in the scar,

and I promised her
I would keep you safe.

I want you to look
through this. 2003.

Look for anyone named Quinn.

[pensive music plays]

Chin slightly to your left,
please.

[camera clicks]

Okay. Nice.

[camera clicks]

[Livia] Excuse me.

Um, I may have given
the wrong card on my order.

-Can I just...
-Oh, yeah.

Should be in here somewhere.

Thanks.

-All right. And smile.
-[camera clicks]

Does anyone know
Quinn's last name?

I'm not sure she has one.

Of course she has a last name.

She's in marching band,
she's not headlining Vegas.

Dude, are you still in 2003?

Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just...

[sighs] A little unfocused.

Still trying
to shake off that...

that drummer who had a stop sign
staked through his heart.

I don't think anyone
should be forced to live

in their worst nightmare.

Including Mr. Martin.

[breathes deeply]

Yeah.
She's definitely not in 2002.

Wally.

I know he lied to you,

but come on.

Every second
that he's locked in there

is another second we lose
figuring this out.

Think about it.

If you guys are treating him
as badly as he treated you,

are you any better?

[uneasy music plays]

[photographer] Turn slightly
to your right, please.

That's it. Super.

Uh, lift your chin a little?

-That's it.
-[buttons clicking]

[ominous musical stinger]

-[girl] Oh my God!
-What the hell!

-Who did that?
-[laughter]

Maddie, are you okay?

Would you like to clean yourself
off in the restroom?

-Uh, can you go with her?
-Yeah.

I'm fine.

Take the picture.

Take the picture.

[ominous music plays]

[ominous music rising]

[camera clicks]

[music fades]

[phone buzzing]

[unsettling music plays]

[buzzing]

-Hey, did you hear?
-Yeah, I heard.

They won't stop
until she confesses

to everything Janet did
and is carted off in handcuffs.

And then what happens to Simon?

Livia may not be behind this.

Oh, great.
So she's just the pebble

that started the landslide.

Going to Hartman
is not the best move.

He's already scared shitless
of Livia's mother.

I'm not going to Hartman.
I'm going inside.

Inside what?

Your little coven.

I'm gonna win over
your frenemies

and find out exactly
what they have on Maddie.

You can't.
They'll eat you alive!

[Nicole] You wanna bet?

I know these girls, okay?

I spent middle school
being tortured by them.

Hiding behind my locker,

eating my lunch
in a toilet stall.

I'm not letting them
take down Maddie.

[door opens]

Hey. You all right?

Maddie, this is a pile-on.

If we don't do
something about this--

Wally, stop.

Please.

I-I didn't mean to--

[sobs quietly]

Oh no, don't cry.

I'm not crying
because of anything you said

or because of some lame,
unoriginal bullies.

I don't know how to do this.

Do what?

Li-live in two worlds.

You know, if I look crazy,
it's because that's how I feel.

Whether I'm here or home,

nothing will ever be
the way it was before.

[sniffles] And I can't unsee
what I've seen.

Well, we-we...

don't have to do this
during school hours.

We can meet up
when there's nobody here.

Weekends.

[breathes deeply]

Is being with me
making it worse?

'Cause if I'm holding you back,

or-or just dragging you down,

then we can--
we can take a break.

Or just call it quits.

[breathing deeply]

Wally...

[soft music plays]

Nothing about you
makes my life worse.

Nothing.

[chuckles softly]

["Superpowers"
by Charli Adams plays]

[sniffles]

What are you doing?

* The birds are out flying *

* Like nothing is wrong *

* Can you talk
for a minute... *

Put a copy of that
on your chain.

What if it disappears?

Doesn't mean it's not there.

* Teleport
over a bed of flowers *

* This spring
is bringing me down... *

[chuckles softly]

[school bell ringing]

So where to now? Do we know
which one was Quinn's locker?

Um... She will.
Where was Quinn's locker?

Okay. Easy, Dragnet.

Simon wants us
in the auto shop for an update.

Hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

Okay. Seriously?

Who are you?

You-you quote
these New Age poems

and you spout wisdom,

and-and yet you're...
you're pining after some himbo

who probably thinks
Auschwitz is a beer?

-Whoa. Wait, Charley.
-No.

I get pining.

I do.

But at least with Mr. Figueroa,

I knew him when he was Emilio.
We-we had history.

You're just...
You're just drooling

over some jock
who can't even see you,

and I'm standing
right here, Yuri.

Charley, I am not "pining"
over that kid, okay?

He... could be my grandson.

Yeah, no sh*t.
He's probably young enough

-to be mine too--
-No, listen!

You don't get it, okay?
He could...

be my grandson.

[sighs]

[pensive music plays]

[door opens]

The group has more questions
for you.

Including me.

You coming?

I'm... sorry.
I'm gonna need a flowchart.

How could you have a grandson?

It's not that much of a stretch,
Charley. It's not like...

Can we not do this now?

[door closes]

[Rhonda] Quinn?

[door opens]

Where have you been?

[door closes]

Growing a spine.

Thanks to you.

I saw what they did
to you in the library,

and I saw what you did.

That was badass.

I wish that we had been here
at the same time.

[sighs]

I know you couldn't find me
in the yearbook.

That's because back then...

everybody called me Jacqueline.

-Why?
-[Quinn sighs]

'Cause that's my name.

It was my name.

[somber music plays]

I don't remember any Jacquelines
in any class photos.

[sighs]

That's 'cause I made sure
to be sick on picture day.

For three years in a row.

Otherwise,
I'd be wearing some frilly dress

that my mother got me.

Starting with my name,
she just never got...

[sighs] ...who I was.

So when you pulled me
out of the band...

[sighs] I...

I took the chance
to call myself something else.

I said that I'm Quinn

because...

Well, Quinn's not a she
or a he, and...

[sighs]

It just... it fit.

More so than Jacqueline
ever did.

[exhales]

I never set out to lie
to any of you.

If anything...

I thought I was finally
being honest.

[tender music plays]

-[whistle trills]
-All right, side to side.

[exhales sharply]

Get those hands up.

[camera beeps, clicks]

[clicking continues]

What are you doing here?

Yearbook pics.

Deadline's coming
so they asked me

to grab some candids.

Honestly? They sent you?

[chuckles] I thought
you'd be happy.

Mr. Gilette thinks
I'm the best they've got.

-What's going on?
-They sent her.

From yearbook.

Oh!

Cool.

Uh, yeah. So just do your thing.
I won't get in your way.

Okay.

Hey, Livia.

Mm-hmm?

If you're good with it,

I'd like to keep you
front and center.

Yeah. I'm good with that.

And she's in.

[door closes]

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Why is he here?

-[Charley] What's going on?
-I invited him.

[Rhonda] This is your update?

I got an update for you.
He's not welcome here.

In spite of how it might feel,

this is a safe space.

-Safe for who?
-[Simon] Guys...

He told you there's a reason
we're all stuck here.

We deserve to know more.

I don't have all the answers.

I'll settle for one.

Why am I here
if I'm not even dead?

[inhales deeply]

[Maddie] This have something
to do with the bus accident?

Quinn. Can I ask you something
about the night of the crash?

Do you have any memory

of someone jumping
in front of the bus?

I was sitting in the back.

Yeah, but did the driver
say something

or scream before he swerved?

Uh...

Was it snowing that night?

[somber music plays]

[clears throat]

You were the first one out there
after the crash, weren't you?

Do you remember seeing anything?

Uh... uh...

So what do you remember?

[tense music playing]

[exhales deeply]

It's, uh...

complicated.

Just answer the question.

I didn't move to this town

to teach at this school.

I grew up here.

That's still not an answer.

Let him speak.

I spent summers playing
with my friends at Bergen Creek.

It was me, Joe, and Ralph.

Go, go, go.

[Mr. Martin]
And we were inseparable.

Like brothers.

[laughs] Nice.

[Mr. Martin]
We'd catch turtles and frogs.

But on this one day,

we went home empty-handed.

Ralphie suggested
we cut through the graveyard,

that way we'd get
to his house faster.

[thunder rumbles]

And as we cut across the field,

it got dark,

like someone had-had tossed
a blanket over the sky.

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder cracking]

We should go home.

[Mr. Martin] At some point, Joe
and I realized that Ralph...

[thunderous crack]

he wasn't with us.

-He got hit.
-What?

[Mr. Martin]
And we turned around...

and we found him
on the ground.

[Joe] Ralph!

[Ralph grunting]

[thunder cracks]

Stay with him while I get help.

What do I do?

Make sure he doesn't swallow
his tongue.

Don't let nothing happen
to him, Everett.

[thunder rumbling]

[breathing shakily]

Ralph?

-[pants]
-Can you hear me?

[breathing shakily]

[breathing nervously]

Ralph, wake up.

[thunder cracking]

Ralph, ca-can you hear me?

Ralph, get up.

Wake up.

Ralph, wake up.

Wake up!

-[pants]
-Come on!

Ralph, you gotta wake up.

[thunder rumbling]

-[Ralph vocalizing melody]
-[somber music plays]

[sighs deeply]

Did he die in that field?

When his parents and the doctor
rushed out there...

he was gone.

What-what do you mean "gone"?

What are you saying? He was
dragged off by some wild animal?

Did they find parts of him?

He just disappeared.

It was pouring by then.

He may have gotten up
and wandered to the river.

We never found him.

They told me it wasn't my fault.

For leaving him.

Years later,

after I died...

I heard that music...

[muffled singing]

[Mr. Martin]
The song that Ralphie sang.

I followed it.

And I realized that it...

Oh, gosh. It's-- It was coming
from under the floor.

[muffled singing continues]

[creaking]

[singing continues]

[Mr. Martin] And I, uh...
I found this...

hole.

[haunting melody]

And I went...

down there.

Down where?

Where does it go?

There are others

in this school.

But they...

they're not like us.

What are you saying?

Other students?

I don't know
what was down there,

but I couldn't find my way out.

Suddenly something...

something grabbed me.

It clawed at my ankle.

I was, uh...

I was suddenly
pulled underwater and...

and when-when
it finally released me,

I-I came up for air.

[exhales]

I was blinded by headlights.

[horn honking]

-[tires screeching]
-[crash]

[students screaming]

So you were in front
of that bus.

I never intended to be.

I followed the music.

And I made something down there

very... very angry.

[Simon] But the driver

saw you.

Some barrier broke down

and made you visible.

And eight students died.

[tense music playing]

I'm sorry.

So you think whatever it was
that grabbed you,

that might be the reason
why so many people died

at this school?

The reason why Simon
got sucked in?

Yes.

How do I get down there?

[upbeat rock music plays]

[music fades]

["Long Gone" plays]