(tense, eerie 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 ♪
("Blue Monday" by Orgy playing)
♪ How does it feel ♪
♪ To treat me like you do ♪
Angela: I need help.
Sidney?
Corey?
(indistinct chatter, cheers)
Davie, please.
Davie?
(crying)
Please.
♪ How does it feel ♪
♪ How should I feel ♪
♪ Tell me how does it feel ♪
♪ To treat me like you do ♪
♪ Those who came before me ♪
♪ Lived through their vocations ♪
Help me. Help me, please. Please.
Please, look at me. Please.
(crying)
Sidney. Sidney. Sidney!
Sidney, please, look at me.
Please, I'm begging you.
Look at me, please. Please.
-Come on, Sid. -Davie, maybe we should--
We talked about this.
(crying) Please.
DJ: Okay, party people!
Grab those beers and steer because the time is now!
(crowd cheering)
♪ I thought I was mistaken ♪
♪ I thought I heard your words ♪
♪ Tell me, how do I feel ♪
♪ Tell me, now, how do I feel ♪
♪ How does it feel ♪
♪ How should I feel ♪
-DJ: Twenty, 19, 18... -(crowd counting down)
17, 16, 15...
14, 13, 12...
-(record scratch) -(music stops)
(alarmed chatter)
(yells): Can you see me now?!
Angela.
(tense music playing)
No! Don't!
(body thuds, splatters)
(crowd screaming)
♪ ♪
(dishware clinking)
-Imogen. -Hm?
Drink your milk.
-Milk with dinner is gross. -Oh, okay.
Your only source of calcium
can't be from Ben and Jerry's.
(sighs)
-(swallows) -Thank you.
Are you sure you're up for this, sweetie?
'Cause, you know, you could just burn her things.
-Like a backyard bonfire? -That is standard punishment
-for being a fair-weather friend. -(both chuckling)
And a stark raving crazy bitch.
Mom! The language.
-(knocks on door) -(sighs)
If you hear screams... call for help.
(light music playing)
(tense music playing)
Greg's waiting in the car, so... I don't want any drama.
Me neither.
Hello, Karen.
Haven't seen much of you lately.
Hi, Miss Adams.
I've been busy.
Here. This was taped to your door.
♪ ♪
Where's my stuff?
Imogen: Upstairs... in my room.
Karen: Fine.
Mom? Everything okay?
Yeah. Yes, yeah.
Just, um... flyer for a new restaurant in town.
You two, go on up.
♪ ♪
(gasps)
You gave me that shirt, remember?
It's not like you can wear it anymore.
(sighs) Karen, I told you.
I've told you. I didn't kiss Greg. He kissed me.
Shut up!
When are you gonna let it go?
Let it go?
You sucked my boyfriend's face at my fucking party.
(sighs)
You know what?
Forget it. You can keep all this stuff.
It's shit anyway.
(water running)
(tense music playing)
Mom?
(dramatic sting)
(screams)
(intense music playing)
(train horn honking)
You look great, Mom.
What do you have, an eharmony date later?
Oh, you're funny.
What are we thinking for dinner?
Oh, I'm working late. It's Brian De Palma week.
We're showing "Body Double" and "Dressed to Kill."
Hm, well, you've been picking up
a lot of extra shifts lately.
Almost like... you don't wanna be at home.
Tabby: It's not that. I just wanna give Imogen
her space after...
what happened.
♪ ♪
Listen, will you do me a favor
and just drop off the spare key at her house?
Under the mat.
Cleaners need to get in there
before I start showing it next week.
Imogen: Morning.
Morning, Imogen!
-You want some breakfast? -No.
I couldn't sleep last night, and inhaled a pint
of chocolate fudge brownie at, like, five in the morning.
I'll get some more after school.
All good.
Uh, s-school?
Are you sure, sweetie?
I have to do it, Miss Hayworth.
Even if it's just to distract myself.
Plus, if I miss too many more classes,
they'll make me repeat the year and my mom would hate that.
Would've... hated that.
In high school, I would've done anything for your mom.
And she would've done the same for me.
We can walk together.
Uh, Mom, do you have those keys?
Oh, you know what?
Don't worry about it. I-I'll do it later.
It's fine... really.
I was actually just looking for a picture
that I think must be at the house.
(light music playing)
(dog barking)
Did you know our moms were friends back in high school,
'cause I definitely didn't.
Me neither.
And my mom and I pretty much talked about everything.
-Though she did vague out about high school a bit. -Same.
Well, I think it's really fucking brave what you're doing.
Going back to the hellmouth that is Millwood High.
Are you nervous?
It'll probably be like
when everyone heard I was pregnant.
I'll be the teen tragedy of the week...
till some other kid whose life is even more
messed up than mine comes along.
(unsettling music playing)
It's okay... I'll do it.
Yeah.
And I'll come back for my picture another time.
♪ ♪
Oh my god. It's spirit week?
Abandon hope, ye who enter here.
It's not too late to turn back.
No.
Gotta rip the Band-Aid off.
("Purge The Poison" by MARINA playing)
♪ All my friends are witches and we live in Hollywood ♪
♪ Mystical bitches making our own sisterhood ♪
♪ While society is falling, we are quietly reforming ♪
Come on. Don't make eye contact.
Karen: Imogen?
Oh my god.
I didn't think you'd be back this year at all.
How are you holding up?
You would know, Karen, if you weren't
such a narcissist and cared enough
to check in with her.
Get off my ass, Tabitha.
You weren't there, okay? I was.
It was traumatizing.
(screaming)
Look, anything you need...
you just let me know, 'kay?
'Kay.
Come on, Imogen. Let's go.
Wait.
One more thing.
People may be polite to you,
but trust me,
nobody wants your pregnant, tragic ass here.
Have a good first day back, 'kay?
Karen, why do you have to be a bitch
about literally everything?
Oh.
Karen's a giant walking macroaggression,
but there's safety in numbers.
You wanna sit together at lunch?
Yeah... for sure.
Cool, I'll meet you in the cafeteria,
and, Imogen...
fuck 'em.
You don't owe anyone anything.
Thanks, Tabby.
(tense music playing)
("Do It Again" by VANYO playing)
Ooh! Faran!
♪ I'm flyin' high, it's a mindset ♪
♪ Don't have the time to get too pressed ♪
♪ Then I do it again to the next one ♪
♪ I make moves then forget them ♪
♪ I break rules when I walk in ♪
Aw, no need to come out, Rodent.
We already know.
By the way, have you cast your vote yet?
It's Mouse, you dick.
I'm sorry?
You heard me, basic Barbie.
Oh, shit, sorry.
You're good.
And you're right... Beasley is a dick.
She and Kelly are both evil twins.
Noa: Order up.
Thank you.
How's your mom doing, Noa?
I-I don't miss the hospital, but I miss her.
She's fine... Surviving.
'Sup, Kelly? Saw Karen's running for Spirit Queen.
Say hello for me?
Yeah... will do.
Then, see you tomorrow morning.
First thing.
Like always.
(indistinct chatter)
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Noa, wait up. What's wrong?
My life's a shitshow, Shawn. (chuckles)
I have to account for every second of my day.
-Hey, hey, hey. -(sighs)
It's only three more weeks, Noa.
No, the ankle monitor's for just three more weeks.
Then peeing in a cup is for the rest of the year,
and community service is every day.
And the dance is this weekend.
I didn't think dances were your thing.
They're not... but you are.
And you're always missing cool shit
because we have to stay home.
No, it's just a lame-ass dance.
I'll hang at your place instead.
We always hang at my place.
You're so close to getting that shackle off.
It's not worth the risk.
I hear ya.
-Hey... your mom's workin' nights this week, right? -Mm-hm. (chuckles)
So, like I said... we'll hang at your place.
Catch you later.
(chuckles)
(phone chimes)
(unsettling music playing)
As discussed, you'll be pairing with a partner
to make a short film inspired by a classic
from the list that's going around.
-Tabitha, yes. -Mr. Smithee,
there are 20 movies on this list,
and not one was made by a director of color.
And don't even get me started on the fact
that there are only two women.
Seriously, Mr. Smithee, Tabby's right.
There's no Kurosawa, no Guillermo del Toro--
No John Singleton, no Ava DuVernay--
As always, Miss Hayworth, your passion for film is... admirable,
but this curriculum has been vetted by my colleagues and the school board.
No one is stopping you from watching whatever movies you'd like to
outside of these four walls.
Good point...
which is why I'm starting a film series at the Ortheum,
beginning with a Jordan Peele double feature--
Fantastic, but you still have to participate in this class
with a film from my approved list.
(phone vibrating)
(eerie music playing)
No texting in class, Miss Hayworth.
Another thing that links Melville and Hawthorne,
-symbolism. -(phone dings)
For Melville, the ur-symbol
is a white whale.
For Hawthorne, it's a red letter A,
which Hester Prynne is forced to wear around her neck
for being a sinner.
Imogen?
Imogen Adams?
-Yes... Sorry. What was the question? -(students giggling)
Teacher: Can you speak to Hester's duality?
♪ ♪
("POP/STARS" by K/DA playing on headphones)
(phone buzzing)
♪ Down, down, down, down ♪
♪ You ready for this ♪
♪ Let's go ♪
(tense music playing)
(exhales)
For the lead roles,
Prince Siegfried, Henry;
Princess Odette, the White Swan,
Kelly Beasley;
and Odile, the Black Swan...
Faran.
Wait, so, I didn't get a part?
I'm sorry, Karen, I missed you on my list.
You'll be dancing the Queen.
Siegfried's mother?
Madame Giry: All right, take five minutes, and we'll get started.
♪ ♪
-Congratulations, girl. -Thanks, Karen.
I mean...
Giry probably had to make you the Black Swan because,
well, you're the only girl who's--
Who's what... Karen?
Never mind.
You just be a queen, girl.
(phone dings)
♪ ♪
(typing)
(phone ringing)
Faran: (on phone) Mom, I got it! I got the part.
Ah!
Yes! I knew it.
My baby is the prima balleria of Millwood High.
(unsettling music playing)
Honey, are you there?
Yeah, sorry.
So...
will you come?
What kind of a question is that?
Mom, you never wanna come to any of my high school stuff.
♪ ♪
For this, I would make an exception.
I am so proud of you, baby.
Mwah!
(toilet flushes)
Ew, he asked you? (chuckles)
That's insane. I literally would've just walked away.
Imogen,
-sorry about your mom. Brutal. -Thanks, Sandy.
Do you know what you're gonna do now?
I'm staying with the Hayworths.
No, I meant about the baby.
Are you gonna have to raise it all alone now, or can the father help?
-(seagulls cawing) -He was some lifeguard, right?
Nurse Simmons: What can I do for you, Imogen?
I wanna get rid of it, Nurse Simmons...
as soon as possible, like today.
Imogen.
My mom and I...
we were gonna keep the baby and raise it together,
but obviously, that's not happening now,
and the father's not going to help,
so I think--
I've been thinking...
that best option for me is to abort it.
You know?
And I-I know that, that you can't...
do that here...
but maybe you can call the clinic?
You're six months pregnant, Imogen.
It's too late for an abortion. You know that.
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
Of course.
I'm just, um...
♪ ♪
a bit... overwhelmed.
It's three months, Imogen.
Then you can give it up for adoption.
You can make it three more months, can't you?
(softly) Of course.
Karen: Hey, Olivar, wait up.
Vote for me for Spirit Queen?
I'm not voting for you, Karen.
Fine by me. I'm running unopposed.
Then why even ask?
You know what? Forget it. I'm running late. I gotta go.
On your way to community service?
It's a shame you have to work with all those thugs.
Mm-hm.
Say hi to my dad for me.
(scoffs)
Sheriff Beasley: The mayor thinks this block is ripe for redevelopment.
Step one,
cleanin' up all the shit
that's been dumped on it over the years.
Each of you takes a section.
Check in with me at six, not a minute before.
(eerie music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
Student: Woo!
♪ ♪
Hello?
Excuse me?
-My bad. Sorry, sorry. -Yeah, I was wondering.
Theater's mopped.
-Hey, Tabby. What's up? -Hey, Chip.
Will you mop up the booth, Chip?
It's looking pretty gnarly in there.
Sure, but, uh, the schedule says it's Tabby's turn.
-Sorry, Tabs. -Wes: Tabby's helpin' me with the popcorn.
Can you mop up the booth, please?
Yeah. Sure, it's, uh... no problem.
Popcorn?
On it.
(tense music playing)
Fuck this.
I'm reporting your ass!
♪ ♪
(filling drinks)
Shouldn't you at least pretend to work?
I'm manager now. I don't have to pretend.
And this is work. Research.
Hm, masters of horror.
Let me guess. The three Cs?
Carpenter, Cronenberg, and Craven?
And your boy De Palma's dissed yet again.
See? The thing most people don't realize about De Palma
is he's an auteur as good as Hitchcock,
better even.
I mean, the stalking sequence
in "Dressed to Kill" is a tour de force.
Yeah, but is it better than the shower scene in "Psycho"?
Not to mention "Dressed to Kill"
sexualizes all of the killer's victims
before they're slashed to death with a straight razor.
Are you sure you're just in high school, Tabs?
(chuckles) 'Cause you remind me a lot
of the girls I used to date at NYU.
(chuckles) Dream school.
Hey... speaking of masters of horror,
would you be down to host a double feature
of "Get Out" and "Us" on Thursday, like right after school?
-For? -Millwood High kids.
I'm trying to expose them
to at least some diverse contemporary filmmaking.
I figure the screenings could be free,
but we charge for popcorn and soda.
Smart. Let's do it.
Hey, you don't need a ride home tonight, do you?
Sure.
Great.
(light music playing)
♪ ♪
(tense music playing)
(door creaks)
-Noa: Hi, Mom. -Hey there.
-How was community service? -(door shuts)
It was... okay.
You keeping your distance from those other kids?
They're not the problem.
You don't need any bad influences in your life.
♪ ♪
Noa: What time's your shift?
-Graveyard, unfortunately. -Mm.
-Wash up for dinner? -Mm-hm.
♪ ♪
("Devil's Worst Nightmare" by FJORA playing in car)
♪ Oh, sacrifice ♪
♪ I know you all too well ♪
♪ Your sister love, your brother misery ♪
♪ Come a bit closer ♪
-(music stops) -(engine stops)
I meant what I said earlier.
(chuckles)
You're somethin' else, you know that, Tabs?
You're special.
I really believe that.
And so do my old professors.
-Wait, you've talked to them about me? -(chuckles)
Of course, I have. It's your dream school, right?
(chuckles) That or USC or AFI, which is where--
Ari Aster went. Yeah, I know.
Sort of annoying that we're both the same age.
Mm, don't hate on Ari Aster, please.
"Midsommar" is flawed,
but... "Hereditary" is a masterpiece,
and let's not get sidetracked.
You talked to your professors about me? In what context?
As a... young filmmaker
they should be lookin' out for.
(chuckles)
-Wes. -(tense music playing)
Start the car now.
-Stay in here, Tabby. -Wes?
Fincher, Zodiac... don't.
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
♪ ♪
-Hey. -Hey. It's late.
Imogen's already in bed.
Yeah, we had to stay and do inventory.
Wes gave me a ride.
-You hungry? -No, I ate, like,
two buckets of caramel popcorn.
Plus, I have... a ton of homework.
-Night. -Night.
♪ ♪
("Schwanensee," No. 5 playing)
(heavy breathing)
Madame Giry: Good enough.
We'll leave it here for today.
Class dismissed.
Nice work, Bryant.
Sorry if I sweat on you.
It's okay, Henry. Occupational hazard, right?
Madame Giry: Faran?
Could we have a word in private?
Good luck.
Madame Giry: You didn't stay to practice last night.
I was working.
Faran, I'm happy you're in my class.
Truly.
But you won't get to Alvin Ailey
by being a dilettante.
Who says Alvin Ailey's the goal?
-Isn't it? -You mean because I'm Black?
I was thinking more ABT.
I worry ABT might not be the right fit
for a dancer like you...
with your medical history.
(tense music playing)
If ABT found out about your scoliosis,
I doubt they'd accept you.
Too much risk of reinjury.
But don't worry. I'll keep your secret safe.
Thank you... Madame Giry.
-Hey, got a sec? -What? Uh...
-What's up? -(chuckles)
Hi... I'm Ash.
I'm Mouse.
I've, uh, noticed you in the halls,
checking out my fliers for Spectrum.
You should come to one of our meetings.
Oh, uh, yeah. I-I'm not really into...
extracurriculars or groups.
Totally get it.
But it's mostly just about having
a super-safe place for people to meet and talk.
Also...
we have great snacks.
-I-I do like snacks. -(laughing)
In that case, want to have lunch together?
Sure.
Principal Clanton: How are you...
doing, Imogen?
Okay.
Thank you for asking, Principal Clanton.
Nurse Simmons came to see me about you.
Um...
isn't she supposed to keep those
visits confidential or something?
Oh, this is... purely out of concern for your well-being.
(sighs) We're all just so worried about you, Imogen,
to the point where we've been discussing how
Millwood High might not be... e-equipped
to offer you the kind of support that you need...
at this vulnerable time.
I had a bad day, Principal Clanton, that's all.
But...
please...
do not kick me out.
Oh, no. No one's kicking anyone out.
You haven't done anything wrong,
but as principal, I have a responsibility
to the entire student body.
Some of your classmates are...
triggered by your presence here.
What classmates in particular?
("Guillotine" by Mansionair & NoMBe playing)
(laughs)
♪ Yeah ♪
(indistinct chatter)
♪ I got one, two, ninety-nine problems ♪
♪ And the cig in my hand, it ain't one ♪
♪ And I'm tryna quit, but I can't as I flick through the 'Gram ♪
♪ Like I'm staring down the barrel of a gun ♪
♪ The tip of the iceberg melting in the sun ♪
♪ A glimpse of the climate change, getting warm ♪
♪ Little ol' me, that's the eye of the storm ♪
♪ Wish I could turn my mind off for a month ♪
(inaudible)
Are you fucking serious, Karen?!
-Excuse me? -Don't play dumb.
Like you didn't go to Principal Clanton about me.
Oh, shit.
Imogen... you don't seem well.
Are you sure this is the right environment
for someone in your delicate condition?
Thank you so much for your concern...
but I'm fine.
Your unhinged behavior indicates otherwise.
What did I ever do to you? Really?
And, Greg (laughs)
you piece of shit coward.
Will you finally tell her the truth?
You don't belong here.
And I am not the only person who feels that way.
Hm... Hm.
Well, I'm not going anywhere.
In fact...
I'm gonna be Spirit Queen...
just like my mom was.
-What are you even talking about? -Aw, keep up, Karen.
I'm... running... against you...
and I'm gonna win.
(upbeat music playing)
♪ Can I strut to it ♪
She's got my vote.
♪ Can I strut to it ♪
Could you say something next time?
Martha: How was school today, girls?
It was fine.
No.
Not fine.
Everyone is insane.
Starting with Imogen Adams,
who thinks it's perfectly normal
to be walking around six months pregnant
and now, with a dead, suicidal mother.
And to top it off, Madame Giry gave
the lead role in "Swan Lake" to this one girl
-just 'cause she's-- -Better than you.
What?
Is she a better dancer than you?
Karen's really good, Dad.
Karen.
I mean...
(sighs)
I don't think so.
Take a look around you...
your nice clothes...
and this house.
Do you know how all these things are possible?
Hm?
It is because I'm the best at what I do.
You want to dance the lead role,
be better than everyone else.
(tense music playing)
Should we have dessert?
(upbeat music playing)
(computer dings)
-(knocks on door) -Hey.
Who are you chatting with?
A friend from school.
I don't like you spending so much time online, Mouse.
It's fine.
Just be careful.
There are bad people out there.
♪ ♪
-Night. -Night.
-(door shuts) -(computer dings)
(chuckles)
(typing, sends message)
Eek! (chuckles)
-(computer dings) -Okay.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
You need to get a suit.
I'm not gonna be crowed Spirit Queen
with you in your stupid letterman jacket.
Babe... I told ya, I got a new sports coat.
You're gonna have to get another one if you keep eating that way.
Why are you giving me shit? Coach had us running sprints today.
And it's not my fault you had another one
of your fucked-up family dinners.
I'm not your mom.
'Kay? You can't just talk to me however you want.
God... she is so pathetic.
I'll never be like her.
And my dad,
he is such a little cocksucker
acting like I don't deserve to be the lead
when I'm a way better dancer than that cunt.
It's ballet.
Seriously, who cares?
Who cares?
-Ow! The fuck is wrong with you? -You're what's wrong with me.
Look, do I go around telling you that
your football games don't matter,
even though you lose every single one?
No. I fucking stand there,
cheering you on, supporting you
because that's what a good girlfriend does.
(sighs) God, you stupid shit.
You're lucky I let you touch me.
-What are you doing? -I'm not doin' this with you tonight, Karen.
Oh...
so I guess I'm paying for dinner.
Way to be a gentleman, Greg.
Fuck off, Karen.
(tense music playing)
(door opens, shuts)
♪ ♪
(gasps)
(heavy breathing)
-Why aren't you practicing? -(gasps)
I--
I'm taking a break.
You have to build up your endurance.
But you know that already.
See you tomorrow.
♪ ♪
-Tabby: So, Spirit Queen, huh? -Yeah.
It's official.
The teen tragedy of the week is
-full-on spiraling. -What?
You calling Karen a bitch in front of everyone?
That wasn't spiraling.
That was truth.
Not that part so much.
I, um...
had a panic attack yesterday...
a series of many panic attacks.
Oh my god.
When you say "panic attacks," do you mean--
I mean, I couldn't stop throwing up
and I asked Nurse Simmons to make me an appointment for an abortion.
-But other than that. -Listen...
no one loves an abortion road trip movie more than me...
-but I don't think-- -No, I know.
It wasn't a rational request.
It's all just so...
impossible?
Like, it was hard enough when my mom was still here,
but now, that it's just me. (chuckles)
Right.
I...
went back to the house yesterday.
Tabby, the night my mom--
That night, my mom got this.
It's an invitation to some party
back when she was in high school.
Also, I have no idea why she did it.
M-My mother would never--
She would never leave me that way,
especially not now when I'm--
-(Imogen sighs) -Did she leave a note?
(tense music playing)
This is the picture that I went looking for.
My mom came with me to the hospital, and held my hand,
and said everything was going to be okay.
That was a lie... I guess.
Everything is gonna be okay...
and for what it's worth,
I think you should run for Spirit Queen.
-Oh god. (laughs) -Come on!
-Let's go Tracy Flick on this bitch. -Mm.
We can make flyers for your campaign,
and we can put them up tomorrow.
And worst-case scenario,
we make Karen sweat just a little bit.
Mm, that...
-might be worth it. -Mm-hm.
(laughing)
(bucket squeaking)
(sinister music playing)
Hey! Can I help you with somethin'?
You can't be in here. Hey!
Hey!
♪ ♪
(mouse squeaking)
(door creaking)
♪ ♪
What the hell are you doin' in here?
This... This is off-limits.
School property.
Fuck this. I'm callin' the sheriff.
♪ ♪
(choking)
(janitor screams)
(indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
-Imogen: Wait. -Tabby: Who did this?
Both: Karen.
Miss Adams... Miss Hayworth...
my office, now!
Do you have a pen?
♪ ♪
(screams)
-Student: Ew! -Oh my god!
(gasps)
Jesus.
Mr. G...
-What's up? -Principal Clanton wants to see you in his office, Mouse.
Did you put (sighs)
a dead rat in Karen Beasley's bookbag?
Nurse Simmons: Your test came back positive for cannabis, Noa.
What? No.
No, that's impossible. Someone screwed up, or switched samples.
Who would've done that? And why?
-Now, I should notify Sheriff Beasley. -No. God, no, please.
I didn't. I called your mother instead.
So, detention for a week, and tests until summer break.
(classical music playing)
-(Karen screams) -Student: What's wrong? Are you okay?
What is it now, Karen?
(gasping) It's my foot. I don't know.
-(tense music playing) -(Karen winces)
(Karen gasps)
Why, Faran? You already had the part.
What?
-I didn't do this. -No one else would've.
Faran, go to my office.
Detention, ladies, lasts one hour.
Exactly.
Understood?
-(door shuts) -(scoffs)
This is such bullshit.
We shouldn't be here, Tabby.
Faran: Wait.
Are you two the ones who trashed
Karen's stupid Spirit Queen posters?
Mm, I truly wish we could take the credit, but no.
We didn't do it. Karen trashed her own posters to frame us.
She sent me a message in the posters.
(screams)
A message only I would understand.
But it was her... Trust.
I thought you two were tight.
No, that was last year.
This year, she wants to annihilate me.
Why?
At first, it was because she thinks
I kissed her boyfriend.
Now, it is because everything I do enrages her.
Tabby: And, of course, Principal Clanton
took Karen's word against ours,
even though it's two against one.
Karen put razor blades in her pointe shoes,
then said it was me,
which got me thrown out of "Swan Lake."
Damn... That's some extreme ballet shit there.
Imogen: Yep.
She'll do anything to win,
or to destroy anyone she sees as a threat.
Why didn't you tell your teacher the truth?
I tried to...
but she's basically an adult version of Karen.
This whole school is Karens.
Principal Clanton, our teachers.
They should have our backs, not stab them.
Okay, now I'm thinking Karen landed my ass in detention, too.
(scoffs) So...
I have to take these drug tests, right?
Well, Nurse Simmons says I failed my last one,
but I bet that bitch got her sister to spike my pee.
Only 'cause I said I wouldn't vote for her for Spirit Queen.
That would be more than enough justification for Karen.
And, and before she started dating her boyfriend...
-she tried to get with mine. -Imogen: Wait.
-Is your boyfriend Shawn Noble? -Yes?
(gasps) Oh.
She definitely went after him,
and he definitely wasn't interested,
so she definitely hates you.
-Sorry. -Like I give a shit what that psycho thinks.
I just-- I don't need any more trouble from her dad at this point.
Hm.
Karen said I put a dead rat in her bag.
-What the fuck? -What?
-Jesus. -Did you?
Of course, I didn't.
It was Karen.
On the first day of school, when I introduced myself
to her in homeroom and said,
"Hi, my name is Mouse,"
-she said-- -You're named after a rodent?
Ew, that's disgusting.
And... ever since that day, she's called me "rodent."
Okay, but why would she go after you now?
That's the terrifying thing about Karen.
She doesn't need a reason.
But I did just call her a basic Barbie,
and basically told her to fuck off,
so I guess I deserve it.
Imogen: She's rampaging
'cause she's scared she may not win Spirit Queen.
I dared to challenge her,
and you all made it clear
she won't be getting your votes.
Wait, so we're all here because that bitch Beasley targeted us.
Yes, and because no one in the school cares enough
-to hold her accountable. -Seriously, how has Karen not been canceled yet?
Maybe we need to be the ones to do it.
My mom died... and she didn't even bother to come to the funeral.
Like you said, Beasley's a bitch.
But so is payback.
Who's with me?
I'm in... with whatever. I'm in.
Hell yeah. Let's fuck some shit up.
Yes, 100% yes.
Tabby: Awesome.
The question is... what do we do?
What can we do?
Oh, that's easy.
I think...
we should kill Karen Beasley.
("Living Dead Girl" by Rob Zombie playing)
♪ Die for me ♪
♪ Living dead girl ♪
♪ Crawl on me ♪
♪ Sink into me ♪
♪ Die for me ♪
♪ A living dead girl ♪
♪ Ow, raping the geek ♪
♪ And hustling the freak ♪
♪ Like a hunchback juice ♪
♪ On a sentimental noose ♪
♪ Operation filth ♪
♪ They love to love the wealth ♪
♪ Of an SS whore ♪
♪ Making scary sounds ♪
♪ Crawl on me ♪
♪ Sink into me ♪
♪ Die for me ♪
♪ Living dead girl ♪
♪ Crawl on me ♪
♪ Sink into me ♪
♪ Die for me ♪
♪ A living dead girl ♪