(theme music playing)
♪ Got a secret, can you keep it ♪
♪ Swear this one you'll save ♪
♪ Better lock it in your pocket ♪
♪ Taking this one to the grave ♪
♪ If I show you then I know you ♪
♪ Won't tell what I said ♪
♪ Cause two can keep a secret ♪
♪ If one of them is dead ♪
♪ 'Cause two can keep a secret ♪
♪ If one of them is dead ♪
(distorted music playing)
Imogen, we have to go.
We have to go.
Imogen!
(students screaming)
(crying) No, no, no, no, no!
-That did not just happen. -I've never even seen a dead body before,
-except online. -The sound, it wasn't like in the movies.
-Her bones-- -Imogen, what the hell happened?
-What did you see? -I don't know, um...
-I saw Karen up in the rafters. -So did we.
-She had, had a bucket. -Like in "Carrie"?
And there was someone else... up there with her,
a man in a mask.
He, he pushed her.
A mask like from "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre"?
-I've seen that dude. -Faran: Same.
The text we all got... from A.
One bully down.
Karen. It has to be.
She didn't fall.
She was murdered.
♪ ♪
Oh, thank god. I was texting you.
The hospital called. They need me to come in.
What happened? Some kids got hurt? How many?
(door opens, shuts)
(TV playing)
(phone buzzing)
-Elodie: Oh my god. -Oh my god what?
What happened at school?
We left early for pizza.
Why? What happened?
A student died. Shirley, put on the news.
Oh my god.
And it was definitely Karen that died,
the same girl that got you in trouble over those posters?
Yeah.
-It was her. -What was she doing up there?
Everyone's saying she... did it on purpose.
Or maybe she... fell by accident.
Poor girl...
and her family.
Kelly, what was your sister doing up there?
I already told you. I don't know.
You don't know? You two don't change socks without consulting each other.
Maybe...
Maybe she killed herself.
-(Martha gasps) -Sheriff Beasley: What?
Why would you say that?
Did something happen?
(Martha screams, cries)
♪ ♪
She asked me to help her and I... ignored her.
We all ignored her.
What Angela did wasn't your fault, Sidney.
She was a messed-up girl.
Everyone just... left.
-No one even checked to see if she was okay. -She wasn't okay.
And what were we supposed to do?
-Shouldn't we call an ambulance at least? -Davie: No.
There's nothing any of us can do for Angela now.
And this... this isn't on us.
There were hundreds of people there,
probably someone already made the call.
-They'll find Angela. -And then what, Corey?
Davie?
And then what happens?
♪ ♪
♪ Somethin' in the air ♪
Imogen: Maybe we should tell Karen's dad.
The Sheriff? No.
I'm with Noa.
The text from A was a warning
to keep our mouths shut.
Whatever the fuck A is.
The guy in the mask...
that Imogen saw.
That we've all seen.
You guys... what if Karen didn't frame us?
Tabby: What do you mean?
I mean, we assumed
Karen put the razor blades in her shoes,
the rat in her bag,
but... what if she didn't?
What if A put the razor blades in the shoes
knowing we'd get back at Karen?
So, A has been messing with us from the beginning?
No... No.
Karen was a bully,
just like the text from A said.
Imogen, you saw her up in the rafters with a bucket,
and when Sheriff Beasley and the cops find it up there,
they'll assume that...
Karen was planning to pull a "Carrie" on you,
and she fell.
That it was an-an accident.
That's fine for them, but I know...
Karen was pushed... by A.
Then that's even more reason
-to keep the fuck quiet. -Yep.
If we do what A asks, maybe it'll all be okay.
♪ This is what you made me do ♪
Let's hope... and we'll see what happens at school.
♪ This is what you made me do ♪
-Night. -Bye.
Can I... sleep in here tonight?
Course.
Tabby... you asked me before if my mom left a note.
Yeah?
She didn't.
But she wrote the letter A
in her own blood on the bathroom wall.
Oh my god.
Then, a red A was on our posters.
Then A pushed Karen, and is sending us text messages.
The flyer my mom got the night she died...
did A send that to her as a message
to, like, push her over the edge or something,
or... maybe he killed her, or...
was it?
What? What is it?
Imogen: Oh my god.
Karen brought the flyer in with her.
I'm confused. So, it was Karen or it was A?
Either? Both?
I'm not sure.
But I need to find out what this Y2K party was.
How these things are connected--
A, my mom, Karen... If they are.
♪ ♪
Principal Clanton: Students, teachers... staff.
Karen Beasley was
a beloved member of Millwood High's community.
A daughter... a sister...
a friend.
To help us grieve and work through this tragedy,
we've brought in a counselor for the next two weeks.
Karen will live on in these hallowed halls.
She was an exemplary Millwood High student...
♪ ♪
...the epitome of school spirit.
♪ ♪
...investigation, whatever support they need.
The Sheriff will be working out of my office until further notice.
(retches)
(crying)
Kelly?
I-I didn't think you would be at school today.
Yeah, well...
my mom wanted to be alone,
and I didn't want to be at home, so.
I...
I know how little the words "I'm sorry" can mean
at a time like this, but...
I'm sorry.
You're right.
Those words don't mean anything coming from you.
Kelly, can I show you something?
(sighs)
Karen... came over the night that my mom died.
I was wondering if you knew anything--
Why would I know anything about a stupid flyer?
I'm, I'm sorry. I-- I'm just, I'm trying to figure out why my mom--
This isn't about you.
Are you out of your mind, Imogen?
Imogen: Guys...
I just talked to Kelly.
Oh my god, she's at school?
Which shows you how deranged that family is.
Like, take the day.
-Imogen, you don't look so good. -I feel sick.
Deep breaths. You need to relax. We all do.
That's our plan? We relax?
We don't say anything to anyone.
-Like we agreed. That's our plan. -Tabby: Mm.
Woman: (on PA) Would Imogen Adams, Tabitha Hayworth,
Faran Bryant, Noa Olivar, and Minnie Honrada
report to the principal's office, please.
Sheriff Beasley: You work at the movie theater, don't you, Ms. Hayworth?
Yes, but the thing is--
We didn't... film what happened to your daughter.
In fact, I stopped it.
You should be talking to Tyler Marchand.
He filmed it.
We spoke to Mr. Marchand.
He claims you stole his phone, Ms. Adams, is that accurate?
I mean...
-I took it away from him. -And then one of you,
or both of you, or all of you...
then took that footage and...
made some kind of fake campaign video
to humiliate my daughter, correct?
We...
We only did it because Karen bullied us first.
-We were trying to get her to stop. -But we're sorry.
We all are so, so sorry.
But you did invite your classmates
to a screening of a video you edited
that's been described to us as debasing...
sick... humiliating.
So...
which one of you has that video now?
Ms. Hayworth...
given your interests, I'm assuming you made it.
Not to speak ill... of the dead, Sheriff,
but your daughter was a bully.
What do you think she was doing up in the rafters with a bucket?
She was going to dump something on Imogen.
There was no bucket in the rafters...
or anywhere in the gym.
No, I saw Karen with my own eyes. She had a bucket.
Sheriff Beasley: Then you were the only person who saw that.
And we've spoken to many students,
and none of them mentioned a bucket.
But they all talked...
about the video the five of you screened,
with forethought, with malice,
that so distressed my daughter that she took her own life!
-To me, that makes you murderers. -Okay, we're done.
We aren't saying another word without...
our lawyers present...
or... at least our parents.
Principal Clanton: That's certainly your prerogative.
And rest assured, we will be bringing this matter
to our disciplinary committee for hearing and judgment.
Sheriff Beasley: By the way...
you should lawyer up.
Because I am going to do everything in my power
to open a criminal investigation against you five.
♪ ♪
Dad!
You called Mom?
Of course, he called me.
You know who didn't call me? You.
Because you are too busy to give a shit.
-Faran. -And yet, I'm here.
Razor blades in some girl's shoes?
-That's assault. -It would be...
if I'd done it.
-But I didn't. -Can you prove that?
Sit down, Misty Copeland,
and tell me everything that happened, so I can fix this.
Elodie: I want everything.
Your phone, your laptops, your tablets,
every single electronic device you have in this room,
including your secret stash.
-Fine, I'll do it myself. -Shirley: Dee.
Marjorie: Why, Noa?
Why would you get involved in something like this?
Unlike those other girls, you are on probation.
That means jail next time.
And where is your ankle monitor?
Uh, Sheriff Beasley hasn't put it back on.
Probably he'll be putting it back on for life now.
Sidney: Who are you?
Because the daughter that I raised
would never do something like this.
Imogen's mother just killed herself.
What's your excuse?
We...
-We didn't think-- -Clearly not.
No more working in that movie theater.
No more making your little movies,
no more watching movies in your room
in the middle of the night. That is over.
Sheriff Beasley asked me about, uh,
the campaign video that you edited.
-Do you still have it? -No, I deleted it off my laptop.
Good.
Was that the only copy?
-Yes. -(scoffs)
Thank god.
Because that would've been hard evidence
against you, specifically.
That's Tyler's cell phone.
It has the original video of Karen.
Thought you should have it.
♪ ♪
-(dishes clinking) -(water running)
(school bell rings)
♪ Got the blood on your hands ♪
-Have you guys seen this? -Way ahead of you, Honrada.
"Let's hope the disciplinary committee
"makes the right decision and demands these bullies'
immediate expulsion."
We are so dead.
♪ A dirty little secret ♪
♪ I've got a dirty little secret ♪
Well, one thing's for sure.
None of us is going to win Mother of the Year.
(Marjorie laughs)
You know things are dire
when the great Corey Bryant
deigns to grace us with her presence.
(chuckles) Love you too, Marge.
It feels wrong.
Doing this in Davie's house.
It's ghoulish.
I'm supposed to be selling it later this month,
and since no one else was volunteering to host--
Can't be a coincidence.
That it's all our daughters?
Millwood's a small town. Millwood High's a small school.
It could very well be coincidence, Dee.
Either way, it's our daughters
we need to be worried about right now.
Strong agree. We gotta get them
through this disciplinary committee meeting.
Sidney: About that.
Our daughters shouldn't be
the only ones in the crosshairs.
That boy should also be held accountable.
I have the phone with the original video.
It won't get our girls off the hook,
but it might... mitigate what they did.
That's smart. Cast a wider net.
Who do we go to?
The Sheriff or the principal?
Both.
I'll take point but, Sid,
if you have all the backstory on the video,
you should come, too.
Mrs. Murray, can I borrow a copy of the yearbook?
Class of 2000.
Why?
That's the year my mom graduated
and I'm just... kind of missing her right now.
I'll bring it to you.
Madame Giry: To be blunt about it,
the other dancers don't feel comfortable around you.
-Have they ever? -Please, Faran.
I'm sorry, but you no longer have a place in my class.
Gather your belongings and excuse yourself.
(light music playing)
Y2K Survivors Club.
(eerie music playing)
(softly) Y2K Survivors Club. Y2K Survivors Club.
("Mind" by Maison Ware playing)
"Body of Minor Found in Old Harbor Warehouses."
(gasps) Mrs. Murray?
Is it... possible to print off this thing?
Um, sorry you had to see that after your loss.
But what that video says to me is that
this boy was clearly horribly exploiting your daughter.
It all started with him.
The boy named Tyler Marchand, I think.
Your daughter...
took that video, edited it...
and screened it at a movie theater
in a premeditated attack on my daughter--
You interrogated our daughters without us present.
Borderline harassed them, both of you.
You shouldn't even be in charge of this investigation, Tom.
We're, we're working with outside law enforcement as well.
Where?
I don't see anyone.
If you're lying, we'll sue.
We'll sue you and your daughters
-right back, Mrs. Bryant. -Sidney: Gentlemen, please.
Can't we just... talk about this civilly?
(sighs)
Your daughters... killed my daughter.
And we have nothing to talk about.
Shawn: You shouldn't be in here, Noa.
And I'm late for practice.
You've blown off all my texts,
-so, let's just do this. -Fine. You lied to me.
What?
I have never lied to you, Shawn.
You didn't tell me about that screening
'cause you knew it was wrong.
It was a lie by omission.
Makes me wonder what else you're lying about.
What else you aren't telling me.
What the fuck does that mean?
I heard you're using again.
That your test came back positive.
That's false.
I'm not using...
but thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt.
(solemn music playing)
(crying)
Tabby: Well, did you get it?
Chip: I-I don't have the flash drive.
Crap. Seriously, Chip?
I left it in the projection booth that night.
I went back to look for it, but it was gone.
Are you sure? Like, 100% positive it's not there?
Like... 99%.
Oh my god.
(bus engine idling)
(tense, ominous music playing)
♪ Who told you? ♪
♪ Who told you what I did ? ♪
♪ I did it all for you ♪
♪ Those secrets I kept safe ♪
♪ Safe ♪
♪ Who warned you? ♪
♪ Who warned you of the plans I made? ♪
-(door slams) -(gasps)
♪ ♪
(metallic screeching)
(door opens)
(breathing heavily)
(mouse squeaking)
(footsteps)
(gasps)
(footsteps)
♪ ♪
(dog barking)
Person (shouting): Joe, get! Get over here!
(dog barking)
(door opens)
♪ ♪
Imogen Adams had the phone and the grudge to propose the idea.
Tabitha Hayworth,
she cut and screened that disgusting video
at her place of employment.
You, and the other two... you went along with it.
Someone needs to answer for my daughter's death.
You understand that, right?
But I want it to be the right people.
And to me...
that's Adams and Hayworth.
So, help me get them...
and you, and Honrada, and Bryant... walk.
You're afraid Imogen and Tabby will get off.
No, I just want them punished
to the fullest extent of the law.
Tell the truth in front of the disciplinary committee...
that Adams and Hayworth intended to do harm to my daughter,
that that was their specific intent.
Get Honrada and Bryant to back you up,
and that's gonna happen.
And remember, you've got a lot more to lose.
Hey! Did you find what you were lookin' for?
Wes, Chip says he left a-a flash drive in the projection booth.
The one with the video you made.
Couple of deputies came by earlier today.
If they get ahold of it, that flash drive
would be pretty damning evidence against you.
Don't worry...
-I found it before they could. -(sighs) Thank god.
Uh, can I have it?
Oh, it's not here. It's at home.
If you want, you can come over tonight and grab it.
(phone buzzing)
I... I gotta go.
We don't even know what kind of repercussions we're dealing with yet.
She's outta dance class.
Personally, I'd rather pull my daughter out of school
than see her expelled.
Excuse me? Pull me out to do what?
There's more opportunities
for a girl like you in Pittsburgh.
And now that I'm making real money at my firm,
you can go to a better school,
enroll in a professional ballet academy.
Dad and I are a team...
and I am not moving to Pittsburgh.
-But why stay in Millwood? -Dad is here...
-and you aren't. -Zeke: Faran!
Do not talk to your mother that way.
And forget about me for a sec. Think about your future.
The only reason Mom's pushing for this
is so she can control my life
even more than she already does.
Oh, I see. So, I can pay for your life...
I just can't control it.
-Got it. -No way am I moving.
Let's see what happens Friday.
Imogen: There was this girl, Angela Waters.
She went to Millwood High...
and killed herself at the rave from the flyer.
But her body wasn't found until much later.
Didn't anyone call the police or an ambulance?
You would think...
but not for days.
People thought she'd run away.
Anyway, there's a shrine to Angela now
at the warehouse.
And while I was there,
someone else was creeping around, too.
A, I think.
Oh my god.
-(phones buzz, ding) -(both gasp)
Is it from him?
No, from Kelly.
Inviting me to Karen's funeral.
-Weird. -Is that tomorrow?
-Thursday. -Great.
So, we can stake out the warehouse tomorrow.
To find out who A is in case they come back.
Mouse: Where are Tabby and Imogen?
I didn't ask them to come.
Shady. Why not?
Look...
at the disciplinary hearing,
I think we should say the video was all Imogen and Tabby.
You mean... throw them under the bus?
We didn't do anything.
We went along with it
and we handed out flyers, and invited people.
Imogen had Tyler's phone.
Tabby organized a screening.
That makes them a lot more culpable.
We're all headed for an iceberg.
-But... we can dodge it. -By turning on our friends.
Yeah, but... are they our friends?
What's the problem, Honrada?
Maybe...
A is testing us.
What are you talking about?
What if he's just watching us right now,
seeing what we do if we turn on each other.
Sis...
you need your devices back.
-You're starting to get paranoid. -Noa: Yeah.
And I'm a lot more fucking scared of Sheriff Beasley
than I am of A right now.
This is my last strike.
You guys...
if I go down, that's it for me.
And it was Imogen's idea,
and Tabby does work at the movie theater.
That's all we have to say.
That they knew exactly what they were doing, and... we didn't.
I just charged the battery.
If A comes back, we'll have photographic proof.
Hm.
-(phone buzzes) -(gasps)
Oh my god, is it from A?
No, it's from my boss.
-The cute one? -The manipulative one.
-He has something I need. -(clattering)
Oh my god. It's him.
(tense music playing)
Mom?
Tabitha?
Uh...
what are you doing here?
Paying my respects.
(both gasp)
To Angela Waters?
Yes.
Who was she?
Angela was one of our classmates who died...
tragically.
At that warehouse, right?
She killed herself, like Karen?
Sidney: Pretty much everyone was there,
all the kids, to celebrate Y2K.
And... this poor girl, Angela, arrives.
She was just one of those unlucky girls.
We tried to befriend her.
But... Angela was damaged in ways we couldn't imagine.
Problems at home.
No father, mentally ill mother.
She jumped to her death
right at the stroke of midnight.
It was... horrific.
(people screaming)
Then what happened?
Well, everyone just... fled.
Why didn't you call the police?
I suppose we all thought that someone else would.
Two days later, someone did.
Angela's death was ruled what it was...
a suicide.
Imogen: In the article I read,
there was no mention of the rave.
Well, there wouldn't have been.
No, it was never spoken about.
But someone must've asked or investigated
why Angela was at that warehouse.
If it had been anyone else, they would've.
But not Angela.
Not the crazy girl with the crazy mother.
Less said about them, the better.
Every so often, I-I-I go there to pay my respects.
What were you two doing there?
I'm trying... to figure out what happened to my mom.
I'm being a supportive friend.
Right before my mom killed herself...
she got this flyer...
for the party that was held there.
That you were at too, Mom.
Imogen: Ms. Hayworth...
d-do you think that's why my mom--
is it, is it possible that she felt guilty
about what happened to Angela
and that's why she--
I think we all felt guilty.
Imogen, no one was kinder to Angela than your mother.
She was the best of us.
Angela was just... a lost soul.
I had, uh...
started to think that maybe Karen
had given my mom this flyer,
but...
it doesn't feel right anymore.
They were all over the school back in the day.
I don't imagine...
it was anyone in our circle, but I could ask them.
-Would you, Ms. Hayworth? -Of course, sweetheart. Yeah.
Should we get outta here?
I... have to pick up my paycheck at the Orpheum.
My last paycheck.
Okay. See ya at home.
(doorbell rings)
There she is.
Come on in, Tabs.
Water just started boiling.
Hope you like pasta.
Thought we could have a mini-international film festival this month.
Every night, a different country
to help get your mind off things.
Like, tonight is my grandmother's spaghetti arrabiata,
paired with some nice vino
from Francis Ford Coppola's vineyard.
And one of my favorite Italian movies.
-What about the, the flash drive, Wes? -Mm.
You'll get it. I promise.
But... dinner and a movie first.
I was thinking Dario Argento.
The obvious choice would be "Suspiria."
Hey, c-could you pour me a glass
and another for yourself?
(knocks on door)
I thought you were mad at me.
Is your mom here?
At the hospital.
Can I come in?
I wasn't mad at you.
Was just confused...
and scared.
When I heard about the drug test, it...
took me back... to when you were arrested.
I didn't fail my drug test, Shawn.
I've never even tried drugs.
-Noa-- -I'm gonna tell you a secret...
that no one else knows.
But you can't say anything to anyone...
ever.
I-I swear.
The night I got arrested...
I was covering for my mom.
They were her drugs...
not mine.
Hold up, you took the rap for your mother?
I didn't have a choice.
-She would've lost everything. -What kind of mother does that to her own daughter?
-A desperate one. -Yeah, but to throw you under the bus?
-(sniffles) -Hey... I'm sorry I didn't believe you, babe.
Fun fact...
giallo is the Italian word for yellow
which is where the term comes from.
-Uh, because there used to be these incredibly cheap... -(heart beating)
...super popular pulp novels published in Italy,
uh, that had yellow covers
because yellow was the cheapest ink.
And, of course, the color red
-is most commonly associated with... -(breathing heavily)
-Tabby: Fuck this. -...giallo movies
because of all the blood.
Now, I thought...
we could watch "Profondo Rosso,"
AKA, "Deep Red"...
which is, to me, Argento's masterpiece.
("Sharp As a Knife" by Danny Ayer playing)
♪ Sharp as a knife ♪
(somber organ playing)
Clergy: We've gathered here today
to pay our respects to our sister in Christ,
Karen Elizabeth Beasley.
During trials like this, you may ask yourself, Lord,
why would you let a thing like this happen...
to someone so young, so beloved?
Why would you test her father, her mother, her sister,
in such an unspeakable way?
Proverbs 3:5,
-"Trust in the Lord with all your heart... -(wailing)
-...and lean not on your own understanding." -Mom.
-Come on. Mom. -"In all your ways
-"acknowledge him... -Let's go. Come on.
"and he shall direct your path.
"Be not wise in thine own eyes.
-(crying) -"Fear the Lord, and depart from evil...
No. What are, what are you doing here?
-I-I am so sorry, Mrs. Beasley. -Martha: How dare you?
-Do you not have an ounce of shame? -Mom, please.
I invited her. She was Karen's friend.
Martha: Friend?
I pray you burn in hell
for what you did to my sweet Karen.
May your child be taken from you the way you took mine from me!
Kelly: Mom!
-(crying) I'm sorry. -Kelly: Mom, Mom, please.
Tabby: Oh my god. That's awful.
Like, "Pet Sematary" awful.
Imogen: I just-- I ran.
You don't think... Kelly set you up, do you?
She looked as shook as I was.
Damn...
I didn't think the Beasleys could be more dysfunctional.
Seriously. Forget "Pet Sematary."
That's some "Hereditary"-level shit.
At the hearing, I'm gonna tell them that it was all my idea--
which it was-- and that I should be the one punished.
-Not you guys. -No. No way.
I cut the video, I screened it.
And I have the proof.
If anyone should be expelled, it's me.
I could've said "no" or "stop," but...
I didn't.
None of us... did.
Honrada's right.
We're all in this together...
whatever happens.
Right, Bryant?
Yeah.
Yes.
All for one and one for all.
-Now give me that flash drive. -Why?
So I can flush it down the toilet.
♪ ♪
♪ You have nothing to fear ♪
-(glass clinks, shatters) -(cries)
Mama...
Mama, sit down. I got it.
What broke this time?
It was an accident, Dad.
Another one?
-She-she's gone, Tom. -Sheriff Beasley: Mm.
Our baby's gone.
She was ripped from us, Martha...
-by those fucking-- -Dad, please...
-I'm sure they feel awful. -No.
Not yet...
but they will...
for the rest of their goddamn lives,
and they will suffer for what they did to your sister.
Dad...
what are you saying?
Tomorrow, they will be expelled.
And after that, so help me... jail.
They took away your sister's life.
We will take away theirs.
And by the time that I am through with them...
they will wish they were dead.
All five of those little lying bitches.
(tense music playing)
(crunches glass)
Whatever happens in there, keep your mouths shut.
Let me do the talking.
And don't agree to anything in the room.
(door opens)
Principal Clanton: Sorry to keep you waiting.
The, uh, disciplinary committee meeting has been postponed...
to a later date.
Why? What happened?
Kelly Beasley came to see me this morning.
She admitted that Karen was in the rafters
with the specific intention of harming Imogen
at the Spirit Week dance.
She even provided some evidence.
-The bucket? -I can't say any more.
But it seems that what we have here is a tragic
but accidental death.
What does that mean for us? For our daughters?
Given these new circumstances,
I don't believe the committee is seeking expulsion anymore.
A two-week suspension, or four weeks of detention have been discussed.
We'll let you know what we decide.
(door opens, closes)
Thank god, thank god, thank god.
-I'm still in shock. -I've barely eaten all week.
(all chuckling)
Detention, fine. Community service, fine.
-Could've been so much worse. -So much worse.
They're good girls.
I mean, they made a mistake, but they're good girls.
Unlike...
-They're sitting in our booth. -(chuckling)
Elodie: God...
it's like looking through a time machine.
(chuckles)
Imogen told me that right before Davie died,
someone sent her that old red flyer for the rave.
(sighs) Also...
Tabby and Imogen know about Angela.
-You told them? -Sidney: They asked me,
and I only told them what everyone knows to be the truth.
Great... but who sent Davie that flyer?
It's been months and none of us
have gotten anything like that, right,
since Davie died?
Then it was a fluke.
And let's take the win here.
I still can't believe it.
-Kelly. -Her dad's gotta be pissed as fuck.
Why'd she do that? Save us.
-Why the change of heart? -She's not a monster.
And I bet she feels just as awful as we do.
More so, even.
One good thing, we haven't heard from A this week.
Because we did what A asked.
Kept his secret.
Maybe... it's over.
Imogen, are you okay?
I...
was thinking about my mom...
and how she killed herself right after she got that flyer.
Probably from A. She must've felt guilty
about what happened to Angela Waters,
and, Tabby... your mom feels guilty enough
to visit the place where Angela died.
It can't be a coincidence.
What aren't they telling us?
♪ ♪
(knocks on door)
You'll get the others back when you're done with detention.
Thanks, Mom.
I'm trying... okay?
I just don't want anything bad to happen to you.
I can't go through that again.
I know... Mom.
I get it, and it won't.
Hm.
Zeke: Are you sure we can't drive you?
Car's two minutes away.
-Safe trip, Corey. -Bye, Zeke.
Bye, Mom.
Thanks for letting me stay.
I still think Pittsburgh would be better for you.
But as long as you put this nightmare behind you
-and focus on your dancing. -That part's gonna be hard.
Not as hard as you think.
I talked to your teacher,
-Madame Bun Head. -(chuckles)
You're back in "Swan Lake"
-as the Black Swan. -What? How?
(laughs) Nothing's quite as motivating as the threat of a lawsuit.
(birds cawing)
Kelly: Thanks for coming, Imogen.
Imogen: No problem.
I'm sorry about what happened at the funeral.
-What my mom did to you-- -It's... okay.
If losing a daughter is anything like losing a mom.
Or a sister.
Thanks for telling Clanton the truth about Karen...
and why she was up there.
Imogen...
it was my idea.
To pull a "Carrie."
She was up there because of me.
It's my fault... that Karen's dead.
No, no, no. Hey, whoa.
-Hey, shh. -(crying)
No, Kelly, it-it's not your fault.
I promise you.
Shh.
Karen...
we were both horrible to each other at different times,
and... I regret that.
It's not who I am and it's not who you were deep down.
I missed you... when we stopped talking.
And now, I'll miss you forever.
For a while, you were my best friend.
I'm gonna hold on to that.
(somber music playing)
Karen...
regardless of... everything,
the reason you were up in the rafters
is because we showed that video
that... I made.
We shouldn't have done that.
And we will never do anything like that ever again.
Amen.
I, (sighs), um...
didn't really know you very well, Karen,
but...
you threw a lit party.
(all chuckling)
Wish we could be at another one together.
Maybe down the road.
Rest in peace, Beas.
Karen...
you didn't deserve what happened to you.
And, uh...
though you barely acknowledged my existence...
I wish we could've found a way to... coexist.
I didn't like you, Karen.
But that doesn't mean
that I'm happy you're gone.
You should be alive right now.
Maybe... you would've changed over time.
Maybe not. I guess we'll never know.
(ominous music playing)
But, I'll always be sorry...
for how we hurt you.
(wind blowing)
♪ ♪
(gasps)
Is everyone seeing what I'm seeing?
(screams)
♪ ♪
-(typing) -(dings)