(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 ♪
("Where It's At Ain't What It Is" by Tom Morello playing)
(indistinct chatter)
♪ Where it's at ain't what it is ♪
(coughs)
♪ Where it's at ain't what it is ♪
-(gasps) -(excited screaming)
Aw.
Uh, your beer is all foam,
so unless we can raid your dad's liquor cabinet--
No way.
He's gonna check it when they get back
from their church retreat or whatever.
I told you we should've ordered more kegs.
Mm, can Greg go get us some?
(laughs) Greg and I are in a huge fight,
so, uh, if you two bitches want more beer,
-you gotta go get it yourselves. -(all laughing)
I'll find Greg and ask him. Mwah!
Ooh, sorry!
♪ ♪
How long do we have to stay?
It's a party, Chip. Give it a chance.
Pretend we're at Tom Cruise's party
at the end of "Risky Business,"
or at the house party in "Almost Famous,"
or from, like, "The Social Network," or...
or you could just get us some drinks?
Sure.
-Where'd you get those cups? -Through there.
♪ ♪
Thanks.
Shouldn't you be hangin' with your football buddies?
I'd rather chill with you.
(toilet flushes)
Greg!
Karen's looking for you.
She wants you to do a beer run.
Jesus, can't a guy even take a piss?
You know how Karen gets when she wants something.
-You know what I want? -Hm?
-I want Karen to be more like you. -(chuckling)
I-- You're just... such a good person, Imogen.
-Thanks, Greg. -(chuckling)
You are, too.
("EMT" by Ellington Ratliff playing)
(indistinct chatter)
You're going crazy tonight.
(coughs)
Hey, uh, Karen? We need to talk.
Have you seen Greg or Imogen?
That's what we need to talk about.
(whispering)
I'm so sorry. I just-- I thought you should know.
Karen... hey. I was looking for you. Can we--
You kissed my fucking boyfriend?!
What?!
No, that's so not what happened.
Imogen, I saw you together.
Then what you saw was Greg kissing me.
Babe, it was nothing. She was just being drunk and stupid.
No! No, Karen, he kissed me.
-Get out! -Karen, please, believe me--
Get the fuck out of my house, you slut!
(gasps, murmurs)
♪ ♪
(door opens, shuts)
♪ I want som time I can kill ♪
Shit.
♪ I'm feeling empty ♪
Karen had a party at her house maybe six months ago.
It was the night Karen and Kelly and I stopped being friends.
Wait, I think I was at this party, randomly,
fully tryna be one of those cool kids
in that '80s rom-com kind of way.
Oh, yeah, I saw you with your boyfriend.
Who, Chip?
No, Chip is not my boyfriend.
He's more like my gay best friend
who happens to be straight.
Well, I was there with my boyfriend
right, right before he became my boyfriend.
I heard about the party... after the fact.
Karen invited me to that party,
but I chose not to go.
There's a video from that night...
that someone made on their phone of Karen,
which, if people saw it... would destroy her.
Destroy Karen?
-Like, embarrass Karen? -If we posted it somewhere?
Exactly. She is messy as fuck in it.
The internet is... for eternity.
I'm just gonna ask what we're all thinking.
Is it a sex video?
No! I would never. Not a sex video.
Okay, well...
if we didn't wanna post it,
and it's not a sex video...
I could screen it.
How?
I work at the Orpheum.
Depending on what kind of file it is,
I could project it right before my Jordan Peele double feature.
By the way, you all have to come.
Kids would see it, but it wouldn't be
on the internet... forever.
Unless they record it.
Maybe I could edit the video?
Make it short enough so people don't even have enough time
-to pull out their phones. -Faran: Okay...
where's the video?
Can we see it?
I have it...
on a phone...
at my house.
Your... old house?
My mom's a real estate agent.
She says bad things have happened in most houses...
but this is an Amityville level of weird, right?
Like, I'm getting some serious "Poltergeist" vibes right now.
(unsettling music playing)
Imogen? Everything okay?
(creaking)
Maybe one of us should go up there?
Yeah... maybe you should.
Hey, Imogen? Is everything--
-Imogen: Hey. -(all scream)
Oh my god! No jump scares ever.
Success...
but we need to charge it.
Uh, but maybe in a more public setting.
Is anyone else hungry?
Are you really not gonna tell us whose phone that is?
A douchebag. That's all you need to know.
If it's not yours, how do you have the passcode for it?
Passcodes aren't hard.
Passcodes are easy if you know anything
about the person whose phone you have.
69-69.
(all giggle)
Yep, sounds like a major douchebag.
Who wants to see it first?
(softly) Keep the volume low.
Oh my god.
How drunk was she that night?
(restaurant music plays)
Seriously, whose phone is this?
And do they know you have it?
He's never said anything about it.
What if this backfires on us
and people feel sorry for her?
No.
There isn't a single student in Millwood High
who wouldn't love to see her skinny ass
knocked down a peg or two.
I mean, I would.
I would, too.
Maybe we should vote.
-I vote we show it. -Ditto.
Karen treats people like shit every single day.
If you're not sucking up to her,
then she's trying to destroy you,
and she's not, like...
on a hero's transformational journey or whatever.
She's never gonna change.
She's been that way since the second grade.
So, is that a vote for "yes, we show it"?
You know what?
Let's sleep on it.
Maybe this is a bad idea.
I'm sorry I brought it up.
(door opens)
(TV plays)
Dad.
-I thought you were working a double. -I should be,
but I got a call from school saying that my daughter
put razor blades in another girl's shoes.
When we call you and say it's important,
you can't just text us, Mouse.
And why does the school think you put a dead rat
inside one of your classmate's bag?
You tested positive for marijuana?
Thank god Teresa called me and not the sheriff.
Do you wanna start, or should I?
Okay, real talk...
we didn't do it, Mom.
Imogen and I walked to school together,
and when we got there, Karen's posters were trashed.
Somebody else did it, probably Karen herself.
-Why? -She's a psycho, Mom.
-Don't call her that. -But she is!
She's like full "Jawbreaker."
We didn't do it. We were scapegoated.
Okay.
I believe you.
And that is why you're better than 99% of TV moms.
(phone dings)
(ominous music playing)
(phone unlocks)
(squeaking)
(machine whirring)
(squeaking)
(phone dings)
♪ ♪
(phone chimes)
(sighs)
-(knocks on door) -Hey.
Are you watching the video?
-What video? -The one Karen texted us.
♪ ♪
It was Karen.
She called each and every one of us out.
What'd she say in your text, Imogen?
"That's what you get for trying to steal my boyfriend."
How did she expect us to respond?
She doesn't. It's a mindfuck.
That's all this is. It's like she's taunting us.
-Why, though? -Because she's a deranged bitch, clearly.
Should we tell someone? The cops?
Karen's father, you mean?
Yeah, maybe let's not do that.
You were friends with her, Imogen,
why is Karen doing this?
'Cause she's... insecure,
and toxic, and not a good person.
She put an innocent animal inside a tank,
and then turned that tank into a vacuum.
It died an excruciating death while she filmed it.
Not a good person? She... is a horrible human being.
She's racist, homophobic, hateful, privileged,
and she's gonna keep being all those things
for the rest of high school.
Noa: Unless we do something to stop her.
Fuck it.
We have to take her down.
If we all agree to go for it...
I had an idea of something I could do with the video,
edit it in a certain way.
Okay, so we are doing this?
Because it's not even a question for me.
Yes. Hard yes.
She filmed herself killing a living thing for fun...
Yes.
What do you think? Really?
I'm in if you are.
It's on.
Let me do my thing, and we'll talk tomorrow.
♪ ♪
("Sour Cherry" by The Kills playing)
♪ Shout when you wanna get off the ride ♪
What's this about?
I'm hosting a screening at the Orpheum.
-Why? -Because Jordan Peele is dope,
and Mr. Smithee's racially biased.
And he's not the only one.
It's also an event to promote my friend's Spirit Queen campaign.
Both: Mm.
Clanton's letting you run?
Mm.
After you trashed my posters?
I think he was afraid that the pregnant girl
would sue the school if he didn't.
Tabby: And we didn't trash your posters.
Though, if there's anything you'd like to confess,
this is your last chance.
What would I possibly have to confess?
Nothing at all, Karen. You're perfect.
You gonna give a speech or something?
-Why do you care? -Maybe I'll come.
-Please don't. -Oh, I'll be there.
♪ If we could just shake something out of the blue ♪
♪ And get off the ride ♪
♪ I'm the only sour cherry on the fruit stand ♪
♪ Am I the only sour cherry on the fruit stand ♪
♪ I'm the only sour cherry on the fruit stand, right ♪
♪ Am I the only sour cherry on your fruit stand ♪
♪ I'm the only sour cherry on the fruit stand, right ♪
♪ Am I the only sour cherry on the fruit stand ♪
♪ ♪
(phone buzzing)
(chuckles) You're blowing up, babe.
It's the guys. Just makin' plans for the dance.
I gotta get off this thread.
You can go if you want.
Without you? No, I'm good.
Really, Shawn, you should go. I'm serious.
Is this a test?
You're on the football team. You should be there.
You guys are like the guests of honor.
Chip: When did you make this?
Tabby: Last night in the wee hours.
And where'd you get the...
raw footage?
Friend of a friend.
And you really wanna show this before your screening?
It's kind of majorly fucked up, no?
Karen sent out some videos of her own, okay?
Far more disturbing than this one.
Like, animal torture porn, Jeffrey Dahmer style.
-What? Jesus. -Yeah, she's...
always been a monster,
but this week has been next level.
Okay, look, I'm... I'm with you. You know that.
Thanks, Chip.
You're the best, and... quid pro quo,
Dr. Lecter, I'll owe you.
Uh, well, in that case, do you...
wanna go to the Spirit Week dance with me?
Will you project the video?
Yes.
Amazing.
Then, yeah, let's go.
It'll be fun.
(ominous music playing)
Where's Karen sitting?
Dead center.
I'm shocked she came, to be honest.
Proving my theory.
No one loves free shit more than rich people.
Are you guys goin' in?
Yep.
(indistinct chatter)
(intense music playing)
♪ ♪
(countdown beeps)
Hold onto your butts.
(cheery music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(music stops)
I'm hot, right?
- Like, super fuckin' hot. -Tyler: Show me how fuckin' hot you are.
-(Tyler laughs) -Karen: Okay. (laughs)
What's going on?
Can you believe...
Greg kissing that fucking slut when he has me?
(chuckles) Asshole couldn't even keep his little pencil dick
hard enough to fuck me properly.
Kelly, what is this?
I-I don't know.
It was, like, 15 seconds... tops.
Tyler: (laughs) Shit.
You are cold, girl.
Yo, keep it comin', though. Keep it comin'.
Karen: What a lowly little bitch
with a tiny, tiny little pecker.
-Mm... how big are you? -(audience laughing)
Tyler: I'm huge. Yeah, I'm massive.
Do you wanna show me? Come on.
Show me, show me, show me, show me.
Tyler: Yeah, yeah. Okay, okay.
I'll show you mine, but ladies first.
Karen: Okay.
What do you wanna see?
-Wanna see top or bottom? -Kelly: Karen!
(cheery music resumes)
(breathing heavily)
-(crying) -(intense music playing)
(audience cheers, applauds)
("End Titles (Montage)" by Michael Abels playing)
Imogen: We're okay, right?
I mean, it wasn't that bad... Was it?
It wasn't as bad as torturing and killing an animal.
Don't forget, she made it look like I put razor blades in her shoes.
I could've been arrested. I might still be arrested
by her Nazi father.
It was a mirror.
We held up a mirror to her,
and everyone saw who she really is.
Guys, I should probably go.
Got curfew.
-Anyone want a ride? -I wish.
I gotta stay and sweep up the floors.
-Fun. -Yeah.
Tabby...
Was this okay?
-Really? -Yes.
Karen's shook, which is what we wanted,
and now maybe she'll think twice
about harassing any of us.
Go catch a ride with them.
Okay? I'll see you at home.
(chuckles)
Wes: Well, Chip? I'm waiting.
What's going on?
Didn't you see?
The little video Chip played before the movie?
I got enough complaints about it.
-Wes, it wasn't Chip's video. -Tabby, you don't have to--
-What? -It was mine.
I asked Chip to show it.
He tried to talk me out of it, but... I wouldn't let him.
-So, if you're gonna punish someone-- -Chip, go home.
I need to talk to Tabby...
alone.
(door opens)
(sighs)
We could all get in serious trouble for what you did.
-I don't know, Tabby. -Please don't fire me, Wes.
I really... really love working here.
Besides my house, this is the one place
in this shitty town where I feel at home.
I am truly beyond sorry.
I can tell you are.
So... this is your one fuckup.
Thanks.
Thank you, Wes.
And, hopefully this never comes up again,
but definitely not with
-any of your professors at NYU, right? -(Wes laughs)
You're lucky I like you so much.
Clean up... then I'll give you a ride home.
(light music playing)
♪ ♪
Imogen: Hey, I gotta go,
but I'll see you in a bit, 'kay?
(chuckles)
Sorry, Mom.
That was Karen, I take it?
I said I'd meet her at the mall before it closes.
That cool?
Just remember something, Imogen.
You are who you hang out with.
(chuckles) What's that supposed to mean?
It means I don't like Karen.
She's a bully and a mean girl.
And I don't want you to be those things.
You can't ever... be those things, you understand?
I won't be, Mom.
(phone buzzing)
(footsteps approaching)
You showed up, so I guess that means I was right...
that the video came from you?
It's from that party at my house the night of our big fight.
How'd you get it anyway?
When you kicked me out, I forgot my sweater.
And when I went back to get it--
Tyler: I'll show you mine, but ladies first.
Karen: What a gentleman, okay.
You wanna see? What do you wanna see? Top or bottom?
'Cause I don't think you can handle it.
Whoa, what the fuck are you doing?!
Are you recording her, Tyler?
-No, she wants me to, right? -Get off of her!
Yeah, I love it. (laughing) I love Tyler.
He's my only friend in the entire world,
and he's so much hotter than that needle dick Greg.
-(Tyler laughing) -You are wasted, Karen.
Come on, I'm getting you outta here.
Fuck you!
-I hate you! -That's fine. You can hate me, okay,
but you do not wanna be
on some dude's camera phone right now.
You are embarrassing yourself.
(laughing) Yeah, smile, bitches.
Asshole!
After I grabbed Tyler's phone,
I handed you off to Kelly.
I made sure that you were safe before I left.
Karen: Wow.
My hero.
Earlier that night...
I lost my virginity to Greg.
And the next thing I heard was...
he was kissing my best friend.
That's why you were so pissed.
You know what I've been thinking about?
How you saved that video.
You could've deleted it.
You could've thrown the phone in the lake, but you kept it.
Why?
Because you knew one day you'd be able to use it to hurt me.
That's the only possible reason.
You're not a good person.
Well, maybe you shouldn't have put razor blades in your own shoes
or... mutilated a rat.
What are you talking about? I didn't do that.
Okay.
Okay, look, if we're not gonna have an honest conversation,
then I, I think I'm gonna go.
Fine.
Go.
(tense music playing)
Look, I don't think you should be out here alone.
(chuckles)
What, are you afraid I'll get hurt?
Get the fuck out of my face, you goddamn bitch!
♪ ♪
(ominous music plays)
Tabby: You okay?
You were basically falling asleep in your Lucky Charms.
I...
met up with Karen
late last night... in a cemetery.
Okay, so many questions.
She texted me, and...
I felt like I owed it to her.
When I brought up the things that she did,
-she completely denied them. -Of course, she did.
She's a sociopath. Come on, say it with me,
Karen Beasley is...
-Both: ...a sociopath. -Exactly.
Now, tell me why the cemetery?
It was kind of our thing.
-(clapping) -Madame Giry: Attention, please.
We're missing our Black Swan today,
so full company rehearsal is canceled.
I'll work privately with the Baron and the Baroness.
I can dance the part... Madame Giry.
That would be a waste of my time, Faran.
Henry: Such bullshit.
You're easily the best dancer in class.
I'm gonna talk to Giry.
You do you, but don't mention me.
Oh, no, I won't.
I'll make it all about me, like I tend to do.
Are you goin' to the dance tomorrow?
To be honest, Henry, I haven't given it much thought.
Well, I'm going.
Maybe you should, too.
Principal Clanton?
Uh... Ms. Beasley?
Karen.
Yes, of course.
Have a seat, Kel-- uh, Karen.
What can I do for ya?
I...
I don't wanna be Spirit Queen.
I'm withdrawing from the race.
All right, uh...
-may I ask why? -Because I don't deserve it.
(cries) Imogen and Tabitha didn't destroy
my Spirit Queen posters.
I did.
I was...
jealous, and...
I felt threatened by them, and...
I'm so, so sorry, Principal Clanton.
This is quite an admission, Karen.
I know...
and I'm ready for my punishment.
But it's why I truly believe...
in my heart of hearts...
that Imogen deserves to be Spirit Queen.
Not me.
(crying)
Fuck.
Have you been reading comments?
Why?
I told you not to do that.
(crying)
People hate me, Kelly.
They don't hate you, Karen.
They're just bored.
So, what's the plan?
I mean...
what did Clanton say? Did he recognize you?
No.
He completely thought I was you.
You, Karen,
have a week's detention for the posters.
Now we just have to hope that Imogen decides to go to the dance.
She will.
I would.
Then by Monday...
no one...
will be talking about that stupid video.
Those bitches like movies.
Well, let's give Imogen a starring role in one.
I'm thinking we go with a classic...
"Carrie."
Administrator: (on PA) Imogen Adams, please report to the principal's office.
Karen Beasley came to see me this morning.
She has recused herself from the Spirit Queen race.
Did she... say why?
Well, yes.
And it appears I owe you and Miss Hayworth an apology.
Karen confessed to destroying the posters herself.
-What? Really? -Yes.
And I assure you, she will be punished accordingly.
But it means since you were
the only other student in contention...
you will be crowned Spirit Queen at the dance.
Not much suspense, but good news, nonetheless.
Congratulations, Imogen.
Like mother, like daughter is my understanding.
(tense music playing)
(breathing heavily)
We heard the announcement and assembled.
-You okay? -Uh... Karen dropped out of the race.
-Shit. 'Cause of us? -I don't know.
Can you think of another reason?
And, um, she also took responsibility for trashing the posters.
See? Female Patrick Bateman.
And I...
I am going to be Spirit Queen.
Hey, Imogen, talk to us. We got you.
Oh, you guys. You guys--
Bathroom, now.
♪ ♪
Here.
Clanton said... "Like mother, like daughter."
But I...
am nothing like my mom.
She never would've done what I did showing that video.
No, no, no. It wasn't just you.
It was all of us. We made a pact, like the Losers' Club.
My mom would've taken a hammer to the phone,
not kept it for months like I did.
But if Beasley confessed--
That doesn't make what we did right.
We messed up with Karen.
And all I can think about now is...
what would my mom say if she were here?
Karen was right.
I'm a terrible person.
No, Imogen, don't let her gaslight you.
You are many things, but a terrible person is not one of them.
Yeah, the terrible person is still Karen.
That hasn't changed.
And I think it's badass
that you are going to be Millwood High's
first pregnant Spirit Queen.
-(all laughing) -That's, like, meaningful.
I'm not going.
I can't handle a school dance right now.
Okay, I'm not just suggesting this
because after "Moonlight," "Perks of Being a Wallflower"
is my favorite boy coming-of-age movie,
but... what if we went together?
Who?
Us. Us five as, like... friends?
I can't.
My ankle monitor.
But you four should definitely go.
Be young and free and shit.
I've never been to a dance...
in real life.
Have you ever done anything in real life?
Maybe this makes me a terrible person,
but... I don't feel guilty at all.
And I'm definitely down for the dance.
This hot guy from "Swan Lake" is gonna be there,
and shockingly...
I think he's straight.
(all laughing)
Tabby: Imogen?
Will you accept your birthright as queen?
(thunder rumbling)
I, uh...
I don't even have a dress that fits.
Relax, ladybird.
If it's about a dress, my mom can help with that.
Williams, Patterson, DeWille...
you're primin' the walls for the mural that's going up.
Olivar... you hang back.
Not much longer on your sentence.
Yeah, just till the end of the month.
You know what I like about you, Olivar?
You made a mistake. You did your time.
Now you're turnin' your life around.
Another thing I like about you...
is you know how to keep your mouth... shut.
Don't you?
I do.
Learned that in juvie.
Valuable skill.
Get you far.
So...
since I'm feeling benevolent...
do you wanna pick up trash
or do some priming?
(sighs) Priming.
Sheriff Beasley?
Can I ask you for a favor?
It's not for me. It's for my boyfriend, Shawn.
("Take What You Need" by Film School playing)
-Hey. -Hey.
All right, so what's this good news?
Sheriff Beasley gave me permission to go to the dance,
which means
we are going to the dance.
What about your ankle thing?
Oh, it's comin' off for the night. It's pretty cool, right?
-(Noa chuckles) -Yeah. How did that happen?
I asked.
He was feeling benevolent, I guess.
("Bet You Wanna" by BLACKPINK playing)
♪ Ah, I'm gon' make you go blind ♪
♪ Every time I walk, my hips, they don't lie ♪
Look who's here! Your glam squad has arrived.
(laughing)
♪ Every time I walk, my hips, they don't lie ♪
♪ You wanna touch, wanna touh Of course, you wanna ♪
♪ You wanna run with my love I know you wanna ♪
♪ From the club to the 'tub You said, "You wanna?" ♪
♪ Give me an all night hug I bet you wanna ♪
♪ I bet you wanna I bet you wanna ♪
♪ I bet you, I bet you I bet you wanna ♪
♪ I bet you wanna I bet you wanna ♪
♪ Something 'bout me's takin' you higher ♪
♪ And you ain't ever gonna come down ♪
♪ You ain't ever... ♪
Okay, okay.
Favorite dance movie of all time?
Mine's "Suspiria," shocking no one.
"Center Stage," obviously.
Ooh, Dirty Dancing," of course.
Uh, the "Step Up" franchise.
-"West Side Story." -Noa: Okay, truth time,
I love it, too.
-When I was a little girl, I really, really wanted to be-- -Anita?
-Fuck that! I wanted to be Maria. -Both: Oh.
-So I could jump Tony's bones. -Oh!
-(all laughing) -Noa: I mean, I'm serious.
Faran: Oh my god, I'm telling Shawn.
You guys...
when we get to the dance tonight,
I'm gonna find Karen and apologize.
And I'm gonna give her my crown.
Or try to, at least.
Sounds like an excellent plan,
and we'll help you.
("My Head & My Heart" by Ava Max playing)
♪ My head and my heart are torturing me, yeah ♪
♪ 'Cause my mind, and your arms ♪
♪ I go to extremes, yeah ♪
♪ When angels tell me run ♪
Okay, my X-Women.
Fan out and stay in touch.
♪ Are caught in-between, yeah ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪
(laughs)
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪
Imogen: Karen!
I'm so glad I found you.
Actually, it's Kelly.
I thought we were past the twin-fusion, Imogen.
Sorry, Kelly. Is Karen here?
Yeah, she's around.
Why, what else do you wanna do to her?
Apologize.
I messed up, and I want to make it right.
When you see her, will you please tell her that I'm looking for her?
Sure.
And congratulations, by the way.
You won.
Against my sister.
Not a lot of people can say that.
And...
I can't wait to see you up on that stage tonight.
♪ ♪
(ominous music plays)
-(indistinct chatter) -(dance music playing)
Well, if it isn't the one true swan.
I was hoping you'd show.
Or are you meeting someone here?
I'm searching for someone.
Karen, if you can believe it.
Huh, I saw her when I came in, but you're lookin' for her? Why?
Good question.
-(both chuckling) -Well, should I let you get back to your hunt,
or should The Prince ask Odile to dance?
The latter.
♪ Are torturing me, yeah ♪
♪ 'Cause my mind, and your arms ♪
-Hey, Gunnar, Gunnar. Check this fool out. -(laughing)
-Lookin' for someone? -(gasps) Ash.
Mouse, are you okay? You kind of seem on edge.
Maybe a little.
Crowds... make me nervous.
Social anxiety.
You, uh...
wanna get high?
♪ ♪
(chuckles)
Wow. You're a natural.
Oh, you--
Did you think this was my first time smoking pot?
(coughing)
Okay... this is my first time.
(laughing)
Next time, we'll take gummies.
(chuckles) Works for me.
Why Mouse?
I'm assuming it's a nickname?
My real name's Minnie.
But my moms have always called me Mouse.
It's partly 'cause my family's
Disney obsessed (chuckles),
and...
partly it's...
'cause, um...
they want to keep me a little girl forever.
Childhood trauma.
Too tragic to get into tonight.
♪ ♪
(Chip clears throat)
-Chip! -Hey.
I, uh, waited for ya
by the punch bowl, like we discussed.
Oh shit. I'm-I'm so sorry.
We're on a stealth mission trying to find Karen
so we can... apologize for that crazy video.
In fact, do you wanna help me
find her and be my wingman?
-Sure, yeah. -Cool.
(upbeat music playing)
♪ Don't stop, won't stop, never gon' quit ♪
(muffled music)
Where are we going?
You'll see.
(chuckling)
Shawn: I am digging this turn of events.
Shawn, you've been such an incredible boyfriend.
Loving, understanding... respectful.
(sighs)
When I went to juvie,
I thought you were gonna break up with me.
What? No way.
Most guys would've.
In a heartbeat.
(chuckles) Girlfriend with an ankle monitor?
(exhales)
Shit happens.
I know who you really are... Noa.
♪ ♪
(ominous music playing)
("Seven" by Sophie Strauss playing)
♪ Said I'm sowing what I'm reaping ♪
♪ If you think you wanna join me ♪
Uh-oh. "Perks" alert.
It's time for a friend-tervention.
Do you mind?
No, no. Of course not. Go.
♪ ♪
May we have this dance?
("Modern Love" by David Bowie playing)
(chattering, laughing)
All right, show me what you got.
(all cheering)
♪ I catch a paper boy ♪
- ♪ But things don't really change ♪ -Yes!
♪ I'm standing in the wind ♪
♪ But I never wave bye-bye ♪
♪ But I try... I try ♪
♪ Never gonna fall for ♪
♪ Modern love ♪
-(microphone feedback) -Good evening.
May I have your attention, please?
The time has come
to announce Millwood High's Spirit Queen!
-(cheers, applause) -That's right!
So, without further ado,
let's welcome her to the stage...
(drum roll)
Imogen Adams!
(all murmuring)
-(cheering) -There she is! Come on up!
(all cheering)
(tense music playing)
♪ ♪
(ominous music playing)
(inaudible)
(tense music playing)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(screams, splatters)
(all screaming)
♪ ♪
(phones dinging, chiming)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
(students screaming)
Student: Oh my god, she killed herself!
♪ ♪
What the fuck are you supposed to be?
♪ ♪
("Oh!" by The Linda Lindas playing)
♪ Oh, when I say something ♪
♪ I wish I had shut up ♪
♪ And when I try to help ♪
♪ I always screw things up ♪
♪ The places that feel right ♪
♪ They never last too long ♪
♪ And when I think of things ♪
♪ They always turn out wrong ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ But when I say something ♪
♪ Nobody backs me up ♪
♪ When I try by myself ♪
♪ I'ma mess it up ♪
♪ Oh, when they say something ♪
♪ You always suck it up ♪
♪ And when I try to help ♪
♪ It never is enough ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ What can I do, what can I do ♪
♪ What can I say, what can I say ♪
♪ Oh ♪