This week, as a part of health class,
each of you will pair up with a partner to take care
of an infant simulator.
From this moment on, for the rest of the week,
you are all mommies and daddies.
Imogen: (softly) On top of everything else.
(indistinct chatter)
(clears throat) Hey.
Uh, wanna team up?
Okay, sure.
-Tag-team or trade-off? -Trade-off.
I'll watch it tonight.
Cool.
For your final assignment of the semester,
you'll all be working individually
to write, direct, and edit a short film
based on some aspect of your life.
Something meaningful and important to you.
(indistinct chatter)
A story only you could tell.
(bell rings)
How do you feel about rollercoasters?
'Cause I was thinking
maybe we could go to the carnival together.
Sounds... amazing,
but my moms would never let me go.
What's bad about a carnival?
Nothing.
It's... what happened to me the last time
I was at the carnival.
I was five years old.
I had wandered off from my moms
outside the carnival,
when a man came up to me,
offering me some cotton cand,
and then he started leading me away.
But I wasn't scared.
At least, not until I saw my moms.
They looked terrified.
(yells) Mouse!
Mouse: Then they saw me.
And the guy ran off, left me there.
They never caught him.
Who was he?
A stranger.
Now every year,
we go out of town during carnival weekend.
Mouse, I'm so sorry you went through that.
(solemn music playing)
(upbeat music playing)
(blows whistle)
Coach Desjardin: All right, all right, let's go, let's go!
Come on! Pick it up!
Pick up that pace! Keep that pace!
-Work! Push, push, push! -(blows whistle)
-Take five. -(grunts)
Noa.
How ya doin'? Are you getting enough rest?
How's your diet?
Uh, not great, to be honest.
(sighs) My mom just got a job at Pinball Pizza,
so it's been a lot of pepperoni recently.
I have a trainer I want you to meet.
I bet he could get you where you wanna be.
Thanks, Coach D.
(classical music playing)
-(gasps) -Hey!
Are you okay? What was that?
Nothing. A twinge. I'm fine.
Where's the pain?
My back.
When did the pain start?
Stop for a sec.
I've had it on and off for years.
Eight years.
You've been dancing with pain for eight years?
Since your surgery?
Everyone thinks I outgrew it.
Most of the time, it's manageable,
but every so often I have a flare.
And then what?
I take Epsom salt baths and ice.
And if it gets really bad, I...
I get cortisone shots at the clinic.
I'm dealing with it, Henry.
I've been dealing with it.
(solemn music playing)
-Wes: You think so? -Chip: Yeah, she's really gonna like it.
I think so. I mean, they're two of my favorites,
-so, like, I know, obviously. -(both laughing)
Hey, Tabs. Check it out.
So, I know
what our next double feature should be.
-You ready? -Sure, Wes. What movies?
"Last House on the Left" directed by Wes Craven,
and its unlikely inspiration:
"Virgin Spring," directed by Bergman.
Grindhouse meets arthouse.
What do you think?
I-I think both of those movies
depict incredibly graphic rape scenes.
-(laughs) I think you're missing the point. -Okay, which is?
That, yes, these movies are violent,
but they're also highly moral.
Moral?
-In what universe? -Uh, look, you have to look at them
as products of their respective times.
(Wes laughs)
(muffled) "Virgin Spring," for example,
was based on the old folktale--
(suspenseful music playing)
(screaming)
Tabby? Tabs? What's goin' on?
Where, where, where'd you go?
Uh, look, it's good that you're thinking about these things,
but if you're gonna go to film school,
you gotta have critical distance, too.
My problem with these movies isn't the fact that they exist.
It's that they're venerated by you two bozos who have
zero idea what they're actually saying about sexual violence.
Do you have any idea what it's like to watch those scenes as a woman?
I mean, did our "Psycho" project
teach you nothing about trauma
and the female body, Chip?
Guess not.
Whatever. Program your double feature of misogyny.
Taking my break.
Gonna go work on my project.
(phone beeping)
(tense music playing)
Oh my god! Leave me the fuck alone, Steve!
♪ ♪
Bingo, dickhead.
(fake baby crying)
-It's okay. Okay, so it's okay. -Here, uh, let me take her.
Oh! Okay.
-(baby stops crying) -Oh my god! What did you do?
-She needed to be burped, is all. -Oh, thank you.
Imogen, this might not be the right moment to ask the question, but...
are you planning on keeping the baby?
Your baby?
I...
I don't know.
Imogen, you're 16.
You have so much ahead of you.
I want you to understand your options.
Have you considered adoption?
Uh, it's... it crossed my mind.
Nurse Simmons mentioned it to me.
I have the name of an agency.
Can I make you an appointment?
Yeah.
-Excuse me, Mrs. Bell. -Mm-hm.
Could you do me a huge favor
and watch this fake baby?
Thirty seconds. I just-- I really have to pee.
Fine, but hurry.
-You're the best, Mrs. Bell. -Mm-hm.
(light music playing)
Mrs. Bell: Mrs. Edmunson,
what's wrong with Timmy this time?
Oh.
Mm-hm.
Mrs. Bell... where's my baby?
I didn't touch it.
(tense music playing)
(bell ringing)
(indistinct chatter)
Excuse me.
-(fake babies crying) -Excuse me?
-Chip? Chip! -Yeah... Hey.
Someone stole the baby.
What? Hey, no. It's-it's okay.
It's okay. We'll, we'll, we'll find it.
Her. Clarice. I named her.
Oh god. Where could she have gone?
Maybe, we just...
have to give it a minute to get quiet.
Chip... (breathing heavily)
if I lost that baby, I will be even more pathetic...
-You're not pathetic, Imogen. -...than I already am.
(fake baby crying)
-Wait, you hear that? -Clarice...
crying.
Chip: Come on.
You look in there.
-Chip: No. -(baby crying)
Oh.
-Oh, thank god. (chuckles) -See? It's just a prank.
Probably one of the jocks.
-Maybe Greg or-- -(baby crying)
♪ ♪
Someone's just fuckin' with you, Imogen.
Yeah.
(crying continues)
Sure. Someone.
Chip...
maybe we should tag-team this assignment.
-Would that be okay? -Of course.
In that case, (laughs)
could you give me a ride
to this adoption agency after school?
Sure.
Now, is this for the--
My real baby.
-Not the fake one. -Gotcha.
Madame Giry: Don't be angry at Henry.
When I was in my 20s,
halfway through a performance of "La Sylphide,"
I broke my ankle.
What did you do?
Wrapped it in an ACE bandage.
And the next day,
I took a sabbatical from ABT for three months
because I couldn't put the slightest pressure on my ankle.
There's a doctor I send some of my older dancers to.
I'd like you to go see him.
Look, you can be pissed at me if you want,
-but-- -I'm not pissed at you, Henry.
I know why you said what you said.
But it was messed up
that you just blurted out my business like that.
I'm sorry about that,
but I'm not sorry that you're gonna get checked out.
Speaking of that...
you're coming to Giry's specialist with me.
-It's the least you can do. -Definitely.
(bell ringing)
(tense music playing)
(excited chatter)
♪ ♪
(screams)
(breathing heavily)
♪ ♪
Well, I'll be damned. Tabitha Haworthe.
I've been meaning to call you in. Come with me.
Actually, I'm waiting for Deputy Maroon.
That wasn't a request, Ms. Haworthe.
You and Tyler Marchand were friends?
Uh, definitely not.
Are you aware that Tyler hasn't been seen since Halloween night?
I don't really run in the same circles as Tyler.
I'm curious.
The last time anyone saw Tyler, he was at a...
house party, hosted by you and your friends,
full of underage drinking.
A witness reported seeing Tyler in a heated argument...
with you.
An argument that ended in violence.
He was harassing one of my friends.
So, you assaulted him?
I was protecting my friend from Tyler,
who was being belligerent and inappropriate with her.
And I haven't seen him since that night.
Sorry I can't be more helpful,
but I'm sure he's fine.
Guys like Tyler are always fine in towns like Millwood
and with guys like you looking out for them.
Now, I gotta go.
Ms. Haworthe...
what are you even doing in my station?
I was here to pay one of my mom's parking tickets,
but I just realized I forgot it.
I'll check in with Deputy Maroon later.
(door opens, shuts)