♪ ♪
[♪ Chiiild: "Back to Life"]
♪ And when I die ♪
♪ She brings me ♪
♪ Back, back to life ♪
♪ Back, back to life ♪♪
[breathing heavily]
[violent thud]
[bird cries in distance]
[Bruce] Hi.
Well... [clears throat]
I thought we could make sundaes.
You know, celebrate graduation.
You okay?
Just tired.
Well...
Did, uh...
did your sister ever find you?
Alison?
[crying]
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
[sobbing]
It's okay. I got you.
Oh... It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
[gasping]
[Bruce] Lenn?
Oh, shit. Shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'll be... I'm in the middle of... I'll just...
I'll be right out.
- Fuck. - Sorry, my bad.
- Everything all right in there? - Yeah, I'm fine.
I'll just be out in a second.
[door opens]
I should have knocked.
Yeah. Um, tea.
Yeah, well, Harold insisted I bring the luau stew over
before it got cold.
Oh, well, he's the best.
Do I, uh, want to know what was going on in there?
No, no, um, definitely not.
You know, there's no shame in whatever it was.
Uh... unless you want there to be.
I heard somewhere that that's okay, too.
I really appreciate the conscious parenting,
- but we really don't... - [woman shouts]
[loud bangs]
[screams]
Courtney?
This is that asshole
who's been spraying his seed all over the place.
Yeah, I set out traps.
Well, he ain't in 'em.
I can see that.
What's your problem?
I just, you know, saw the blood
and assumed you were a serial killer.
Okay, why don't you just, uh,
take the rest of the day off, Court?
Full pay.
Yeah.
I'm gonna put this douchebag on top of the dumpster.
Show his little pals who they're dealing with.
Wow.
I mean, seriously, was she always that extra?
Didn't you kind of miss being home? Yo, watch your feet.
- I like school. - Yeah, so you said.
I mean, you didn't come home for Christmas...
or Thanksgiving... or spring break.
What is it you like most, the finals or the blizzards?
Very funny. It's the people.
Well, the people here are very happy
that you are home.
Impressed. [clears throat]
Dean's list.
Thanks.
Not so happy you're smoking, though.
Nothing quite like the scent of air freshener
and ashtray mixed.
It was hand sanitizer.
Smoking was your sister's thing.
I'm sorry.
- It's all my fault. - [stifled sob]
It's true.
It should have been me.
- I wish it was me. - Don't say that.
They all thought I was Lennon.
And I don't know why I didn't say anything, and...
I'm sorry. I-I should have stopped them.
I don't... I don't know what I was thinking.
And... And then, um...
And then we were in the cave and, um...
I'm so sorry, Dad.
It's my fault.
I know you hate me,
and I know you'll never forgive me, but, um,
I gotta make this right, and I-I know I can't.
But, um, I'm gonna go to the station right now,
turn myself in.
I know I'll go to jail, but it's okay.
I deserve it.
It's okay.
No.
Please.
I lost one daughter tonight.
I can't lose you, too.
[Bruce] Alison.
You can't turn.
I know. I'm sorry.
You're Lennon now.
Alison ran away.
You made it up, we both gotta live with it.
What if I can't?
You think her friends would protect you
if they knew the truth?
[phone chimes]
[exhales] I gotta go.
You just got home.
Don't you think you should give it some time?
I have a social life.
- Lennon. Uh... - Hmm?
Be careful.
Careful's not really my thing.
I'm kidding.
I'll be good. I-I promise.
- [♪ Leo Soul: "G.Q."] - ♪ Stepping out on Friday ♪
♪ I'm in the whip and I hit the highway ♪
♪ I have doubts, saw you looking my way ♪
♪ I'm a bad man, and I say ♪
♪ Take a look at me ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ So fresh, so clean, like a new IP...
♪ ♪
♪ Fresh, so ♪♪
[music shuts off]
[sighs]
[Bruce] Alison...
I told you, you can't react.
You have to be Lennon.
So you can love me?
I always loved both of you.
You just loved her more.
Everybody did.
[Margot] Here she is.
The myth, the legend.
Um, hi. Glow-up alert.
So K-stew post Twilight.
- Oh, my God, really? Thank you. - Yeah.
My mom hates it.
[Alison] I'm not hearing a problem.
Come on, Riri.
You know playing hard to get never works with me.
- Aw. - Okay.
[all] Johnny!
You guys remember Coach Craft?
Please, uh, call me Eric, okay,
now that you're not students anymore.
Well, um, I'll see you at home.
Oh...
- You are not fucking Coach Craft. - This is so hot.
It's not just sex.
So what, like, fetish shit?
Isn't he, like, legit married
- to a woman? - Not anymore.
We're engaged.
Oh, my God, a wedding!
I am so wet right now.
We're just gonna do something small with his son.
I mean, people will cry and throw rice,
and then birds will die from choking.
I love you.
[Johnny] Me, too. I miss you guys.
Okay, this is very intimate and shit,
but can you please tell us what the fuck we're doing here,
besides planning Johnny's big gay wedding?
I was just waiting on Dylan.
Dude, he hasn't talked to any of us since last summer.
No way he's coming.
Someone knows what we did.
Oh, Jesus!
Is that a fucking goat head?
That is actually rout.
I did not need that visual.
How do you know it's about us?
It's written on my fucking mirror.
Could be something else you did last summer.
Or someone.
Okay, ugly of you, Margot, seriously.
I'm just saying if someone knows what we did,
why haven't they called the police
or-or put things in our closets?
It's true. Johnny and I have been home all year.
We said we hit a goat. This can't be a coincidence.
It could be like the horse head in The Godfather.
I mean, that dude didn't say he hit a horse.
That was a warning that they were gonna kill him.
Ew. Old movies are so boring.
We need to go to the police.
Absolutely not. We went over this.
Yeah, that was before. We weren't thinking straight.
Listen, we need to make things right before someone gets hurt.
You think it's not gonna hurt in jail?
Hello? Nonconsensual sex?
- This isn't a joke. - I don't want to go to the police, okay?
I just... It's...
Look, we made the decision.
We need to figure this out ourselves, okay?
Did anyone see us that night?
Just le douchebag Dale.
He's too busy jerking off to jailbait to go around
putting goat heads in people's closets.
Plus, I'm pretty sure he's illiterate,
and that message has way too many words in it.
Well, someone knows, which means
someone must have said something.
- Are you fucking kidding me? - Did you say something?
No, of course not.
What about Dylan.
He didn't do this. He's not a narc
and his best friend's a fucking drug dealer.
Who he hasn't spoken to all year.
Even if someone knows what happened, they can't prove it.
As long as we stick together and we stick to the story.
[Johnny] No, she's right.
We can't turn against each other now.
[Riley] Call me later?
[Margot] Yeah.
Okay. Love you.
- Good seeing you. - Bye.
- Bye, babe. - Bye.
Johnny. [chuckles]
I just wanted to say that I really am happy
for you and Coach Craft.
Thanks.
I'm sorry.
I know, I got a little bitchy
when you told me you weren't going to USC with me.
Okay, I shouldn't have blocked you.
Or posted those memes.
I was in a really bad place when,
you know.
We all were.
So can we please just open-mouth kiss and make up?
Please?
That meme of me smiling at the football ass-slaps
was actually kind of funny.
'Cause it was made with love.
You are so full of shit.
Trojan trophy?
Oh, Kyle?
Please. He's security.
My dad's doing some big deal in Dubai.
There's an island, Chris Martin.
I promise to tell you everything if you come ki.
Uh, you had me at Chris Martin.
[Margot squeals]
♪ ♪
[woman] Hello.
Hi, Clara.
[horse whinnies in distance]
[entry bells jingle]
[new age music playing softly]
I've been waiting for you.
I saw you drive into town and was hoping you'd come by.
- Always good to see you, Hannah. - Mm, you, too, Lennon.
How are you, sweetheart?
Missing your sister, I bet.
Just remember,
wherever Alison may have run away to,
we're all under the same sky.
Thanks.
Are you here to see Dylan?
[clanging]
Hey.
You, uh, preparing for the witch trials?
What do you want, Lennon?
- Isn't she the cutest thing you ever saw? - Hey.
Hi.
Hey, I can pour more.
More is good.
You should leave.
[hamming resumes]
Well, I, um... I texted you.
We all met up.
- You know, the OGs, BFFs since kindergarten. - What's your point?
I think someone knows what we did.
Yep.
[Alison] That's it?
Looks like we're gonna get what we deserve.
You really think we deserve this?
We killed her.
It was an accident.
There are no accidents.
- There's only karma. - [goat bleats]
I'm sure it was a goat.
♪ ♪
[car horn blaring]
- [gasps] Shit! - What the fuck are you doing?
Trying to get my door open.
I meant with that GTA driving back there.
No, I think there's someone following me.
- Did you see them? - Honestly, no.
- Well, they were. - So you're telling me you just won
a car chase in this... this vehicle?
Fuck you.
I don't care if you don't believe me.
I believe you believe you.
[♪ Chiiild: "Back to Life"]
♪ Come get me, darling ♪
- You're a bitch. - That's why you love me.
That and those perfect little milky-milks.
Okay, turn off your fucking mammogram.
You're gonna love me even more
once I help you clean up this goat head.
It's not just for dog shit, dude.
Come on.
- Thanks, Riri. - Yep.
Rosé all day.
So snatched.
And go.
But I missed my Johnny.
You can have your lovefest later.
Okay. Okay.
Just don't drown.
I'll keep an eye on her.
Now, I must know every lurid detail
about Mr. Craft's everything.
All right, you can call him Eric.
Oh, "Mr. Craft" is so much hotter.
Just saying it makes me want to touch myself.
Two star-crossed lovers,
eyes meeting across the gym.
Hey, you know star-crossed lovers end up dead, right?
Not always.
- When did it start? - Uh, senior year.
Oh, I love love.
Hey, what about Kyle the security guy?
He seems like he'd be very strict.
I'm kind of over fucking hot, stupid people.
Ever since my breakdown nerveuse,
as the French would say.
Wait, are you being serious right now?
Only if you consider eating buckets of McNuggets
while snot-crying in front of millions serious.
Jesus.
Mukbang channel?
Yes.
I'm so sorry, Margot. I had no idea.
I'm just lucky my mom freaked when she saw my Del Taco
full menu challenge.
She flew to L.A., pulled the videos,
put me on a juice cleanse,
and made me go to, like, live-in therapy.
Well, you seem good now, so...
I am.
And I want you to be good, too.
[chuckles]
Fuck Juilliard!
I'm gonna make you bigger than Doja,
pre-cancellation.
That's-that's really sweet of you, but, um,
music isn't really my focus right now, so...
No, you need to follow your dream, not your boyfriend.
Well, Eric is my dream.
Hey, why don't you reach out to Lennon?
[sighs]
I don't know.
Talked a lot about attention-seeking behavior
- in therapy. - [chuckles] Shocking.
[both laugh]
I admit... I am a legit attention whore,
but so is Lennon.
And, I mean,
everything was fine
until she came back.
And then... And all of a sudden there's this...
goat head thing.
No way she put that in her own closet.
Look, I'm not judging.
I'm just saying...
people do psycho shit when they're stressed.
Okay, Lennon's fucked-up, but she would never do that.
All right? None of us would.
You're just freaking out.
No, you're right.
Honestly, I think I'm just scared.
Oh, this is so fucking gross.
- So are dead rats in the wall. - Ugh. Good to know.
My mom sucks at cleaning our place, too.
- Oh, shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck. - Oh, I got it, I got it...
[groans]
Can you at least admit this shit is scary?
Someone's got some deep fucking issues with you,
that's for sure.
Saw Dylan today.
He seemed pretty fucked-up.
I mean, obviously, if he'll see you and not me.
He was putting salt licks all over the yard.
So?
Um, salt licks attract goats.
Dylan didn't fucking do this.
He's seriously the most gentle, sensitive...
It's probably some OCD shit.
He said it was karma.
You don't actually believe in that crap?
Okay, listen,
you really got to get back on your
cool girl vibe, or people are gonna start
to wonder what's up.
I'm trying.
Care for some chemical assistance?
♪ ♪
Thanks, Riri.
There's my girl.
First ones back are on the house.
Just do me a favor and...
chill the fuck out.
See you later. Bye.
Bye.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[swallows]
I swear, just turned my hose on him.
You did not. And what'd he do?
Called the cops, who basically gave me a medal.
Every hour for three goddamn years,
those teddy bears did their hula on his lawn.
Oh, I bet your other neighbors loved you. [laughs]
- It's decaf, right? - Never.
I like a kick.
Hmm.
Sorry about that.
Yeah, Lyla like hers loaded, too.
That's true about me.
How's that Kani Kani budget coming along?
You may notice I am not wearing
my uniform right now.
- I definitely noticed. - Thanks, Bill.
Sorry, my bad.
- You can get it to me tomorrow. - Sounds good.
Hey. [sniffs] What, you forget something?
What is wrong with you?
Is this a... what, about the decaf or the budget request?
You know what it's about.
You think he dyes his hair to make him look younger,
or someone told him shoe polish was cool?
[grunts]
[grunting]
[panting]
[grunting]
[both panting]
[chuckles]
[grunting]
[moaning]
[chuckles]
[♪ Hilary Woods: "Orange Tree"]
♪ I am afraid ♪
♪ It's growing inside of me ♪
♪ Golden orange grove...
Hey, Ally-wally.
Lemon.
Mmm, my fave.
♪ I can't make it out ♪
♪ It grows and it grows ♪
♪ Through this nightmare ♪
♪ Grow ♪
♪ I cannot hear ♪
♪ These voices calling me ♪
♪ I am planted with ♪
♪ The orange tree...
It's fun to be me.
[Bruce] The academics will be challenging.
Friends, activities.
She had a lot going on.
Yeah, more than you know.
What's that supposed to mean?
It's just ironic, you know.
You always wanted me to be more like her.
Hey, that isn't true. What are you doing?
You didn't know her at all.
[truck idling nearby]
[engine revs]
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
You know... [clears throat]
you could stay if you wanted to.
I thought Lennon came home today.
Well, just saying, might not be so bad
if she found out.
That we've been secretly hooking up
- for most of her life? - Not the whole story,
just that we're together now.
Mm, but we're not together. We're just fucking.
You used to want more.
That was a long time ago.
This works now. It's dirty in a good way.
Not a "put your goddamn dishes in the dishwasher" way.
Oh.
So Lennon hasn't heard from Alison either?
Sorry.
- I know how hard it's been. - I just hope she's okay.
Yeah.
Hey.
[clears throat]
I, uh, always put my dishes in the dishwasher.
[chuckles]
I'll get that budget to you tomorrow.
[car door closes]
[engine starts]
♪ ♪
[Bruce] "Lennon was right about me.
I fucked it all up.
School, friends.
Anything that ever meant anything,
I destroyed it.
That's why I have to go,
before I destroy anyone else."
- This is no good. - Why?
It's what I would say if I was running away.
You sound sad.
- Well, I am sad. - If you sound sad,
people are gonna try and find you
so they can help you.
Why would they start now?
No one's ever tried to help me.
Except Lennon.
You have to rewrite it.
[Alison sighs]
This is so fucking typical.
It's the last thing I'm ever gonna say as my true self,
and it's still not good enough for you.
This isn't about that.
This is about making sure that nobody ever
finds out the truth about what you did.
What do you want me to say?
"Dear Dad, fuck you."
Write it down.
"What kind of a parent only loves one of his daughters,
and doesn't even pretend to love the other one?"
"You couldn't stand that I never tried at school or...
pretended to be happy
just so you could feel good about yourself. You..."
"You couldn't stand that I never let you
forget about Mom."
"Remember Mom?
That woman you drove to suicide?"
I would never write that.
It's what'll get the job done.
I know it's what you think.
"After Mom died,
you acted like she never existed."
"Now you can act like I never existed either."
"That way you never have to face how much you hurt us..."
"...or how fucked-up you really are."
"Or how fucked-up I am because of you."
"So don't come for me."
- [whirring] - [hammering]
- [Courtney] You got a problem? - What?
[vehicle approaching]
Lot of cameras.
[clears throat] Better safe than sorry, right?
[car door closes]
Don't ask me.
Hey, Mr. Grant.
- Hey, Johnny. - Need any help up there?
I got it, thanks.
Hi, Courtney.
- What are you doing here? - [Bruce] You may have noticed,
Courtney, this is a public eating establishment.
I'm actually just here to see Lennon, so...
- Check the house, she just got off her shift. - Thanks.
Nice, uh, seeing you both.
[sighs]
[chickens clucking nearby]
[grunts]
- Hey. - Hey.
What you up to?
Just sitting here, thinking about puppies and rainbows.
God, I missed you.
[chuckles] Seriously?
Yeah. I mean...
not as much as I miss Alison, but...
What do you think she'd be doing right now?
Probably nothing.
You know, it's not like she had her shit together.
You don't really think it was someone we know, do you?
I don't know.
I mean, I don't know if we even know them anymore.
Changed everyone for sure.
Except Riley, who will never fucking change.
[both laugh]
Wish we could talk about it.
Isn't that what we're doing?
You know, I'm about to get married, and the man
I am madly in love with doesn't even know me.
No, I'm sure he does.
I mean, he's literally been inside of you.
Unless, wait, are you, are you not a bottom, Johnny?
I'm being serious.
It sucks knowing no one will ever really know me again.
I guess no one will really know any of us.
Alison would probably say they didn't know us anyway.
It's exactly what she'd say.
I didn't know you smoked.
Like you said, we've all changed.
♪ ♪
[wave crashes]
Thought you were gonna quit.
Makes me feel close to her.
You need to be careful around people.
I know.
Alison.
Thanks for not burning it.
I am gonna miss her.
[Bruce grunting]
[shoveling continues]
[rooster crows]
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
[phone chiming]
I'm driving.
Good. Drive over here.
I wish. I have to work.
I'm sure you can convince your boss...
to give you the day off.
[chuckles]
Yeah, sports camp starts next week.
- We got to get everything ready. - Ugh!
You're canceled, done, finished.
Better hope the crazy goat beheader
doesn't come get me.
I'm sure Kyle the security guy
would love to keep you safe.
Or I could come have a sleepover with you and Coach.
You're hilarious.
You know, I, uh...
I just saw Lennon.
And?
- Oh, what the fuck, Kyle?! - Margot?
[phone line ringing]
[Margot] [over voice mail] Hey, it's me.
You know what to do.
This isn't funny, drama queen.
I'm not coming over, so call me back.
Eric?
- [door shuts] - Eric?
Eric?
[Eric groaning]
Fuck! Hey, I'm here!
- Hey... - [grunting]
[straining]
[cries out]
[pained cry]
[groaning]
[sobbing]
Please!
- [cries] - [clatters]
Please, somebody!
[winces]
[coughs]
[panting]
[groans] Help me!
- [scraping] - Please help me.
[cries]
♪ Like him, too, he my man, he my boo ♪
♪ He my type, he's so cute ♪
♪ I want him, and I want him, too ♪
♪ I like him, like him, too ♪
♪ He my man, he my boo ♪
♪ He my type, he's so cute ♪
♪ I want him, and I want him, too ♪
♪ Hop in the whip, hop in the truck ♪
♪ I do whatever the fuck that I want ♪
♪ I'm not a ho, I'm not a slut ♪
♪ I like to fuck and I sure like to suck ♪
♪ I am that bold, freezy like ice ♪
♪ I'm not a wife, so talk to me nice ♪
♪ You ain't my type, I don't like you ♪
♪ You a broke boy, look at your shoes...
[phone chimes]
♪ Get in his head, like I am a brat ♪
♪ Play with his balls when he up to bat ♪
♪ Make daddy real proud, like I'm Kyla Pratt ♪
♪ I'm taking a shower, he making the bed ♪
♪ When I leave the city ♪♪
- [screams] - [tires screech]
[breathing heavily]
[flies buzzing]
[phone chimes]
[screams]
[panting]
A really easy way to smooth out those heinous wrinkles
and feed your love aura is with a pink quartz...
[phone chimes]
[screams]
[gasps, screams]
[chopping continues over phone]
[chopping over phone]
[gasping]
[siren chirps]
[shoveling]
♪ ♪
[chopping over phone]
♪ ♪
Whee!