(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 ♪
(rock music playing)
(laughing)
♪ It's partytime ♪
(sniffs) Ugh, it smells.
(all laughing)
-What's in it? -Dog shit, of course.
You're gonna throw it against that door.
It's part of our... initiation.
-What if they see me? -Oh, don't you worry.
We got you.
-I don't wanna do it, guys. -Sidney: Come on.
And then we'll go to Pinball Pizza for garlic knots.
Come on.
-(group laughing) -Davie: Angela...
(ominous music playing)
(car starts)
(laughing)
Homeowner: Michael, call the police!
I knew it. This all goes back to our mothers,
and Angela.
-What did your mom do to her? -I don't know.
A said my mom threw Angela under the bus.
-What did A do to you? -He went full fucking Michael Myers.
He chased me around my building onto the roof.
Okay, this is getting beyond dangerous now.
What do we do?
Is it time to... tell someone?
We can't.
We're so close to understanding why this is all happening,
why... us.
Plus, after what Noa went through,
not sure we should be disobeying A
and telling anyone anything.
Angela isn't mentioned anywhere in my mom's diaries.
But now, we know for sure there's a connection.
So, the missing pages could be about Angela.
I've been going through all the stuff at my house,
but now that I know what I'm looking for...
I feel like I have to start over.
We can help.
Should we meet after school?
I'll bring walkie-talkies from my mom's pawn shop.
Trust me... they're rad.
-(bell rings) -Hey, Tabby, wait up! Tabby!
Is everything okay? You didn't say two words to me in Smithee's class.
Was there, was there something wrong with the footage that I shot?
It's not what you shot, Chip.
It's that you shot it.
(sighs) This whole exercise was supposed to be
about changing the tired dynamics of horror
in front of and behind the camera.
Male victim, female killer.
Female director with a female gaze.
You stepping in to take over completely invalidated that.
Shit, Tabby, I'm... (inhales)
I'm really, really sorry about all of it.
Honestly, I was just trying to help.
Forget it. I gotta go meet the girls.
♪ ♪
Faran: (on walkie-talkie) Hello?
Faran? Did you find something?
(chuckles) Not yet, but I made popcorn.
Is that what I'm smelling?
It might've singed a little.
There's nothing in the garage.
But I'll try the back of the house.
-Tabby? Anything? -I'm heading downstairs right now.
-Noa: (on walkie) Guys, guys! -Noa, are you okay?
(grunts) I'm fine,
except your attic is a fucking spider Airbnb.
Tabby, how's the basement?
Super dark.
-(flicks light switch) -(sighs) The light's out.
Imogen: (on walkie) There's another switch at the bottom of the steps.
(sighs)
(tense music playing)
I'm a final girl.
Not gonna lie, this is creepy AF.
Faran: (on walkie) Ch-ch-ch-ah-ah-ah.
Actually, it's kee-kee-kee-ma-ma-ma,
as in when Mrs. Voorhees says "killer mommy" in Jason's voice.
Great. Thanks for movie-splaining that to me.
(door creaking)
Mr. Hammond, I think we're back in business.
Faran: (on walkie) Guys, living room now!
I found these in the fireplace.
Shit.
Are those the pages?
Hey.
They could be from anything...
like a pad of paper or a notebook--
Or they are my mom's diary pages.
Which, let's face it, we were never gonna find.
Imogen.
It's like everything in my life is slipping away from me,
and...
there's nothing I can do to stop it.
First, my body, then my mom, now our house,
and I can't-- I...
I can't leave it, not with all these questions.
You guys, I don't wanna sell my mom's house.
What if...
you take it over?
The mortgage... payments or whatever.
We could talk to my mom,
find out exactly how much money you'd need--
I have $400 in the bank...
that I saved from, like, my last 10 birthdays.
Where would I get the money?
So, Henry, how'd it go? Does Kelly have a scar?
I offered her a foot rub.
And?
-Am I crazy? -No.
You were right. She does have a scar.
-On her foot. -Oh... my god.
But Faran, there are a number of reasons why she could have scars.
-This doesn't necessarily mean that Kelly's-- -Karen?
Maybe. Maybe not.
But something very weird is going on here.
Steve: (on computer) Hey there. Where did you vanish to?
I was worried.
Nowhere.
I didn't have access to my devices.
Sorry, I didn't mean to ghost you.
How've you been?
Okay.
Wondering if you've given any more thought to
what we were discussing.
About meeting in person?
We've been chatting for weeks now,
and... don't forget, you reached out to me.
I did. And I found a place...
where we could meet.
It's private...
where we could have a...
nice dinner...
and wouldn't bump into anybody.
That sounds perfect.
But, Steve, a-- after dinner,
could we go trick-or-treating?
I've never gone.
My moms never let me.
Rachel loved trick-or-treating.
It was one of her favorite things. Let's do it.
Mouse: Okay, great.
But, uh, I-I-I'll have to buy a costume.
Did Rachel have any...
favorites?
Steve: Just nothing too scary.
Will you send me some options?
I'll treat, of course.
Sure.
I'm excited.
(sentimental music playing)
-Imogen: Did you make this? -Davie: For the baby.
-Thank you. -Hm.
It's beautiful.
I was thinking we should have a baby shower.
Oh, Mom, I love my quilt,
but can we please skip the party?
If that's how you want it to be.
-Hm. -But just know you're missing out
-on lots of presents. -(chuckles)
And cold, hard cash.
♪ ♪
Faran, even from you, that is a wild accusation.
It sounds that way... but I have proof.
Kelly has scars on her feet.
Scars like Karen would have
from when she stepped on those razorblades.
Stop... talking.
I don't normally share details about students' personal lives,
but Faran...
you need to stop this line of inquiry.
In the past, Kelly has engaged in acts of self-harm.
Self-harm, like...
cutting?
On the soles of her feet?
People who self-harm often do it in places others won't see.
I cannot and will not say any more
but I strongly advise you drop this.
Crazy Hail Mary idea to save my house.
What if we throw an epic Halloween party
and charge admission as like a fundraiser?
Girl, do we even know enough people to invite to a house party?
Noa, Shawn's popular. Can he get people to come?
(laughs) Sure, he can spread the word to the football team.
Uh, I have plans.
Uh, I-I gotta help my moms do inventory
-at the pawn shop. -On Halloween night?
-Maybe I can come by after. -Mm-hm.
Although, Ash did ask if I have plans for Halloween.
-(all gasping) -He's cute.
Mouse, you should help your moms...
and then come to the party.
And tell Ash to meet you there and to bring friends.
We need as many warm bodies as possible.
We can charge for slices and shots, too.
Yeah, it just needs to be enough to start making payments, right?
Correct.
And worst-case scenario...
I'll get to have one last amazing night in my house.
Totally. Of course.
I just...
gotta swing by the Orpheum first.
-Mm. -Gonna need some funds to chip in for supplies.
-(Mouse laughs) -Ash: A party?
Yeah. (laughs)
Thought your moms wouldn't let you out.
I have to ask them, but...
I think it's time I assert a little independence.
-I deserve to have, uh-- -A date?
Yeah.
A date.
Should I pick you up?
Um...
Why don't I... meet you there...
at, like, 9:30?
Tabby: Wes, I need my last paycheck.
Way to ghost me the other night. (sighs)
Is that what you think happened?
Which is, to me, Argento's masterpiece.
One second, I'm making dinner. The next, you're gone.
Wes, you used the flash drive as leverage
to lure me to your place.
What you did was really fucked up. Triggering.
Not to mention the fact that we never unpacked
that night in your car when...
you almost kissed me.
Fuck... You're right.
-Damn straight. -And I'm sorry.
I won't put you in that position ever again.
I mean it.
'Cause I do care about you, Tabby.
Genuinely. Not in a creepy way.
Also, there's still a job here for you if you want it.
I... don't know, Wes.
I'll give you first dibs on shifts.
Take you off bathroom duty... forever.
Bathroom duty is loathsome.
Okay then.
Excellent. (laughs)
Look, uh, I don't wanna put you on the spot,
but Jackie bailed on me for tomorrow,
which is our all-day Halloween horror-a-thon,
-free concessions for whoever comes in costume. -Mm.
Could you come in to help?
During the day, yes,
but... I have a thing at night.
Um...
I'm going out on Halloween night...
to a party... with Ash.
Who's Ash again?
A... friend...
-from school. -What time's this party?
It starts at, like, 7:30.
You can absolutely go to the party, Mouse,
-but be home by-- -9:30.
10:30.
Please. Mom? I...
I just want to be a normal 15-year-old.
10:30's fine.
(rock music playing)
♪ Spend my days gassin' school ♪
♪ Trashin' books and breakin' rules ♪
♪ Spend my nights in a switchblade fight ♪
(indistinct chatter)
♪ She wants hot, she wants cold ♪
♪ I'm too hot to handle and I'm too hot to hold ♪
♪ She wants hot, she wants cold ♪
♪ ♪
-How you doin'? -That'll be eight bucks.
-Thought this was free. -For costumed patrons, yes.
Wait...
you made that sick video about Karen.
Only after you made yours.
Well, you almost got me in a lot of trouble.
I did get in a lot of trouble.
Anything else I can get you?
Yeah... Uh, Cherry Coke.
We don't have cherry, just regular.
What about you?
Still have your cherry? (laughs)
-Friend: Woo! -(group laughing)
Relax. It's just a joke.
-Don't be so uptight. -Good one.
♪ ♪
("Moonchild" by Marissa Nadler playing)
♪ Call her moonchild ♪
♪ Dancing in the shallows of a river ♪
♪ Waving silver wands to the nightbirds' song ♪
♪ Waiting for the sun on the mountain ♪
(camera clicks)
♪ Ooh ♪
Kelly: I'm surprised you wanted to meet up.
I mean...
God... (chuckles)
-If Karen could see us now. -Mm.
If only.
You know, I never realized how great of a dancer you are.
You're really coming into it.
I've always been a good dancer.
I just wasn't allowed to show it.
What do you mean "allowed"?
Karen...
always had to be the star.
And if I started to outshine her,
she would put me in my place.
Sibling rivalry is blood sport.
I can't stop thinking about her...
especially the night of the dance.
(inhales) I keep... playing it out differently.
You know, me stopping Karen, or...
me going up to the rafters in her place, or...
us both staying home. Just--
(exhales)
What happened to your hand?
Did you... do that to yourself?
It's such a cliché, right?
The ballerina who gets stressed and... hurts herself.
-Please don't tell anyone. -I won't.
And Kelly...
if you're ever feeling overwhelmed, or lonely,
or... you need someone to talk to...
you can talk to me.
I mean it.
Thanks, Faran.
Also...
Imogen's having a party at her old house tonight.
Kinda like a fundraiser...
but it'll be a good time.
You should come... if you want.
("Dead Man's Party" by Oingo Boingo playing)
(all cheering)
♪ Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder ♪
It's amazing in here.
Noa: Hi!
-Aww! Oh! -Hi!
Wow.
You guys make an amazing
Gomez/Morticia power couple. (laughs)
Wait, no. Your money's no good here.
Noa told me about saving your house. We wanna help.
(sighs) Thank you, Shawn.
It's very kind of you.
Would you grab me a drink, babe?
-You got it. Is it, um-- -Oh, that way.
♪ Goin' to a party where no one's still alive ♪
Damn, Bryant...
you could poison me any time.
Who are you supposed to be? Toxic Masculinity Smurf?
Try Studly Smurf.
What're you doin' after this?
Going home, I imagine.
-With me? -(chuckles) Tyler.
I'm sure there are plenty of sad,
desperate girls around here who would be into...
whatever this is,
but I'm not one of them.
Besides, I like someone else in my ballet class.
What, some gay dude?
Charming as ever. Bye.
-Who invited you to this party? -My boy, Greg.
Your leading man.
-He's around here somewhere. -Greg's here after he--
You guys must go to a lot of parties, being so popular,
-every weekend, I bet? -I mean, yeah, sure.
Well, you were both at Karen's house party, obviously.
What about the one over the summer
in the woods behind the school with a bonfire?
Were you there? Was Greg?
-Fuck if I know. -Oh, you don't remember?
-You were that drunk? -We party in the woods all the time,
but I don't remember any bonfire.
-Satisfied? -No... Not even close.
You're a garbage person, Tyler.
You and all your fucking meathead football buddies are.
So, stay away from me, and stay away from my friends.
-Got it? -Whatever.
("Super Freak" by Rick James playing)
Both: (singing) ♪ She's a super freak ♪
♪ Super freak, she's super freaky ♪
Steve: I ordered your favorite, Rachel.
Breakfast for dinner.
-(laughs) -Even put the blueberries in a smiley face...
like you like.
Did you bring your report card?
I know you were struggling with some classes.
(fireworks popping)
(cheering)
(ominous music playing)
("Little Monsters" by The Foxies playing)
♪ Little monsters, tell me am I dead ♪
♪ Little monsters, all in my head ♪
♪ A-All in my head ♪
(ominous music playing)
♪ ♪
(kids laughing)
You can call me Dad if you want.
♪ ♪
(kids screaming)
Mouse: Trick or treat.
(party music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighs)
Hey! What are you doing?
Read the sign, asshole.
There's another one downstairs.
This one's off limits.
♪ ♪
(exhales)
So, are you and Kelly BFFs now?
Hardly.
I don't know, Henry.
Maybe I was going full Natalie Portman
"Black Swan" crazy.
(laughs) Yeah, could be.
Or it could be that you have a complicated history with Karen
that you're still working through...
and projecting onto Kelly.
Yeah.
Maybe.
You know what? (laughs)
I'm letting it go.
We're at a party.
I should be having fun, right?
Yeah, you should be.
So, uh... let me help you do that.
("My Mistake" by Nina playing)
♪ It wouldn't hurt so bad at all ♪
♪ If you anticipate the fall ♪
Steve: No Reese's. You're allergic to peanuts.
And no candied apples. There could be razorblades or needles in them.
-(laughing) -(phone buzzing)
It's 9:55.
I should get to the party.
I'm late.
Can I drive you, please?
I wouldn't forgive myself
if anything bad happened to you.
Okay...
but you have to drop me off, like, a block away.
If people saw us together, it would be bad.
I understand.
Steve?
I'm sorry.
(cries) I'm so, so sorry... Rachel.
It's okay.
Please, please forgive me.
Hey, I-I-I do.
I... forgive you.
I forgive you... Dad.
(dramatic music playing)
("I Wanna" by Potty Mouth playing)
Kelly, look at that theater kid. Nerd!
♪ I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna ♪
♪ I wanna, I wanna, I wanna... ♪
(phone buzzing)
♪ Wanna go where you go ♪
♪ Wanna knowwhatchaknow ♪
Hello?
Yeah, this is Imogen Adams. Who's this?
Oh! Yes! I did call about Angela Waters.
Let me get somewhere quieter.
Hello? Hello?
Shit.
(sighs)
("The Spirit Knows" by Goldminds playing)
(indistinct chatter)
Faran: Kelly and Greg?
I fucking knew it.
(cheering)
♪ Take me down ♪
♪ To the world ♪
♪ Underground ♪
♪ I'm chasing ♪
♪ Tiger snake ♪
Mouse, you're here.
Ash, wow, you went with Freddie Mercury
-and look incredible. -Thanks.
And you decided to go... as--
Oh, um... I'm Wendy the Witch.
Like from the comics or the iconic Hilary Duff movie.
It came with a mask. I could put it on.
No way. Then I wouldn't be able to see your face.
You look beautiful.
I was starting to lose hope.
I thought maybe you stood me up.
What? No, I...
I really wanted to be here with you, honest.
I just... had to deal with a, um--
Let me guess, childhood trauma?
You know me so well.
Not yet...
but I want to.
I think I'm ready to close that sad chapter in my book.
-For good. -What do you propose we do?
You don't happen to have any gummies, do you?
(muffled music playing)
Chip: Hey.
Hey, Donnie Darko.
When'd you get here?
A while ago.
-Pretty sure Imogen sold me, like, five slices of pizza. -(laughs)
Peace offering?
-Is it open? -Ew, no, that'd be gross.
-I talked to Smithee. -Mm.
I told him what happened...
and that we need to do reshoots.
-What'd he say? -He gave us an extension...
so you can shoot the scene.
Thank you, Chip.
But we might need a new Norman Bates. (chuckles)
I'll be your Norman Bates.
I mean, I'll be wearing boxers instead of a Speedo,
but, yeah, I'll embarrass the hell out of myself for you.
(Chip sighs)
Do you, do you just wanna get outta here?
-(chuckles) -We could watch
"Nightmare on Elm Street." It's your fave Freddy.
-Mm, actually, "Dream Warriors" was my fave Freddy. -Mm.
-(laughs) Yeah. -That's right.
I would, but...
this night's important to Imogen.
I... I should stay.
Yeah. Okay.
Well, I'm gonna head out--
-Hm. -but...
you call if you need me?
-See ya later. -(laughs)
♪ ♪
Having fun, Kelly?
Oh, hey! Yes, actually.
-Thank you so much for inviting me. -Not a problem,
but had I known you were dating someone,
I would've invited you both.
What are you talking about?
I saw you... kissing Greg.
-H-Hang on. -Save it.
This whole time you've been gaslighting the school,
you've been gaslighting me.
God, I can't believe
-I actually felt bad for you. -No, girl, look,
whatever you're thinking... you're wrong.
There's that word again.
You know who used to call me girl?
Karen.
-Okay? -Henry says dancing with you is like dancing with Karen.
People don't suddenly become amazing dancers overnight.
And, now...
you're kissing Karen's boyfriend?
Greg's... a friend.
That was just a... a moment.
-We both miss her. -Look, I'm just gonna say it.
I don't think you're Kelly.
What? (scoffs) Who else would I be?
Karen...
who sent Kelly up to the rafters to do her dirty work,
which makes total sense
because that's what Karen always did.
(laughs) Oh, you're spiraling.
But then, Kelly died.
And you don't want people thinking you're a horrible person,
Karen, so instead, you are pretending to be Kelly,
which makes a twisted kind of sense.
The only thing that's twisted is you.
And... why can't I be Kelly?
Huh? Why can't I be a great dancer?
Why can't I have the hot boyfriend?
Is it really so hard to believe
that Kelly Beasley could be popular and talented?
You don't wanna admit it... fine.
But just know your life may be in danger, Karen.
-What did you say? -Because, maybe, Kelly didn't fall.
Maybe someone pushed her, thinking she was you, Karen.
And now, that person may be after you.
Keep the hell away from me.
I mean it, Faran.
Don't you ever talk to me again.
You fucking psycho.
(tense music playing)
Ash: How do you feel?
Tingly.
Fingers.
("Better Than the Movies" by Adore Delano playing)
♪ Our names written in the sky ♪
♪ Everything is ours tonight ♪
My lips.
♪ Gonna leave it all to faith ♪
♪ Show it off like Phoebe Cates ♪
♪ Live it up and blame our age ♪
♪ Young enough to make mistakes ♪
♪ Better than the movies ♪
Wow.
♪ Better than the movies ♪
Also...
I think I have the munchies.
(laughing)
Same. (laughs)
How about... you stay here,
and I'll go downstairs and grab us some snacks?
♪ Every time we make a scene ♪
♪ Life is like a silver screen ♪
♪ We were born to take the lead ♪
♪ Never gonna let it go ♪
♪ Gonna give 'em all a show ♪
♪ Walk into the afterglow ♪
Hey, Teletubby.
You here alone?
You wanna see my Tinky Winky?
I'm not... a Teletubby.
And I'm with someone.
Also, ew.
Let me get you a drink.
Stay here. I'll BRB.
Oh my god, you're here!
(laughing)
Bryant! Yes! (laughs)
Yo, Irish car bomb! Take it!
I-I'm good. Thanks. My friends are here now.
Yeah, all the more reason to, like, loosen up.
Tyler, she said she's good.
Back off, Bryant. Ya had your chance with this.
Settle down, Tyler, or I'll get Shawn to beat the shit out of you
Yeah... or I'll just do it.
Faran, come on.
Give my boy Ty here a chance.
-He's good people. -Oh, Greg,
that couldn't be a more meaningless endorsement
coming from you.
Yeah, I'm good, bro. She ain't shit.
But you, I mean, you're pretty cute.
Come on, just have one sip.
Don't drink that. Back the fuck up.
Chill. Don't be such a bitch.
Excuse me, she's not a bitch for protecting a friend.
-You okay? -Oh, I am so over
being intimidated by fucking dudes
talking shit in the locker room
about girls they clearly never fucked.
What's your fucking deal tonight?
Are you on your period or something?
God, your misogyny couldn't be more basic!
I mean, are you fucking serious right now?
Here's my deal, Tyler,
I don't trust most straight white cis-dudes,
-but you're the absolute worst of the worst. -Cis?
-Calm down, femi-nazi. -Oh, you think you can just say
whatever the fuck you want to whoever the fuck you want, right?
Nobody's ever said no to you, have they?
-I mean, no girl ever has, if that's what you're asking. -(laughing)
All right, dude, step off. She's not worth it.
And, Greg, you broke our contract.
-What contract? I didn't sign shit. -The contract!
The agreement we all made to create a safe space!
-Swinging your dick around. -Oh shit!
Yo, this is gettin' good.
There's a word for what you did, Greg,
assault.
You wish. Yo, he wouldn't touch you--
Oh, like how you didn't touch Karen?
No, that's right, you just got her alone in a bedroom
and filmed her making an ass of herself.
Who knows how far it would've gone
if Imogen hadn't come in?
Are you trying to win the award for angriest Black woman or something?
Shut your fucking mouth right now, Tyler,
if you know what's good for you.
Hey, Hayworth, next time you need a body on set,
just ask me.
We can make our own movie.
And once you see it,
you will beg me to give it to you.
(Tyler laughing)
(all gasp)
-(excited chatter) -You fucker!
-Time to go. -Greg: Dude, that shit's broken.
-Fucking bitch! She like-- -I warned you.
You should've shut the fuck up, Tyler.
-(Tyler groans) -Yo, Ty--
Fuck!
(heavy breathing)
("Monster Mash" (Metal Version) by Leo playing)
Fucking cunt.
(spits)
(urinating)
(ominous music plays)
("Monster Mash" continues)
Wait your turn, homo.
You fucking retarded? Look, I said--
-(Tyler grunts) -♪ They did the monster mash ♪
♪ The monster mash ♪
♪ It was a graveyard smash ♪
♪ They did the mash ♪
-(grunting) -♪ It caught on in a flash ♪
♪ They did the mash ♪
♪ They did the monster mash ♪
-♪ The zombies were having fun ♪ -(grunting)
♪ The party had just begun ♪
♪ The guests included Wolfman ♪
♪ Dracula and his son ♪
♪ He did the mash ♪
♪ He did the monster mash ♪
-(muffled yells) -♪ The monster mash ♪
♪ It was a graveyard smash ♪
♪ He did the mash ♪
♪ It caught on in a flash ♪
♪ He did the mash ♪
♪ We sound the monster mash ♪
♪ No, mash good ♪
♪ Easy Igor ♪
Damn! I mean, you totally clocked that motherfucker!
(all laughing)
-How's your hand? -(all laughing)
Uh... maybe it's the adrenaline, but it's fine.
-(blows) -(all laughing)
I think I just threw my first,
and last, high school rager. (laughs)
Best of all, no A.
Kind of figured Halloween would be a big night for him.
Maybe he was trick-or-treating.
Will you help me break up the party?
-How? -That's easy.
Just start telling people the cops are coming.
("Mr. Sandman" by The Chordettes playing)
(indistinct chatter)
-(basement doors opening) -♪ Mr. Sandman ♪
♪ Bring me a dream, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪
♪ Make him the cutest that I've ever seen ♪
♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum ♪
♪ Give him two lips ♪
♪ Like roses and clover, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪
♪ Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over ♪
♪ Sandman, I'm so alone ♪
♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum ♪
♪ Don't have nobody ♪
♪ To call my own, bum, bum, bum ♪
♪ Please turn on your magic beam ♪
♪ Mr. Sandman, bring us a dream ♪
♪ Bum, bum, bum ♪ bum, bum, bum... ♪
-Still have the touch. It's beautiful. -(laughing)
(sentimental music playing)
-(yelps) -(laughing)
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
-(crying) -It's okay, it's okay.
(groans) Oh my god.
-I feel like someone ran over my face with a truck. -(chuckles)
-Hi. -Hi... Morning.
-Were you up all night? -No.
Pretty much passed out in my mom's room once everyone left.
(yawns) You should've woken us up to help.
Well, we're awake now, so...
And I've gotten really good at picking up trash.
-(Imogen chuckles) -(phone buzzing)
Hello?
-Person: (on phone) Imogen Adams? -Yes?
Yes... Wait, you called last night.
Sorry, I couldn't hear you.
Person: You wanted to know about your mom and Angela Waters?
Yes.
Did you know them?
Angela and my mom?
Person: I did.
Angela's family, too.
We should meet.
Yes.
We definitely should.
(tense music playing)
(door opens)
Shirley: How was the party?
Okay.
-Fun. -Must've been
since you stayed out all night.
I didn't mean to scare you or her...
but I needed...
one night... for myself.
You can't just shut us out like that.
I'm... sorry.
And I know... that what happened was scary...
for everybody...
but it happened to me,
and I feel like I'm constantly being punished for it.
Even years later.
He's gone.
He's never coming back.
(somber music playing)
♪ ♪
(phone buzzing)
Madame Giry?
It's Sunday.
Kelly Beasley came to see me this morning.
She was a wreck.
God.
-I can explain-- -Madame Giry: Starting Monday,
you will no longer be dancing the Black Swan,
and you are not to speak to Kelly Beasley.
(Madame Giry hangs up)
I went to see Madame Giry, my dance teacher.
She gave me great news.
I'm gonna be the lead in the ballet, Mama.
(tense music playing)
That's wonderful, Karen.
Mama...
I told you.
I'm Kelly... remember?
♪ ♪
Let's get you your medication.
It'll make you feel better.
♪ ♪
Hey.
Tabby...
what was that whole thing with you and Tyler
really about last night?
Over the summer...
there was this party
in the woods.
Imogen...
something happened to me.
Tabby...
something happened to me, too.
♪ ♪
-(typing) -(dings)