- Previously on "School Spirits"...
- Mr. Anderson, can I ask what you were doing there?
Drive safe, Simon.
- Some toddler with a badge said
that you're calling off my search party.
- I assure you we're doing everything
to find out what happened to your daughter.
You don't think it's weird,
Mr. Anderson giving Maddie his number?
I gotta get to class.
Have you seen his car?
It's like he sleeps in it or something.
- You broke into his car, Si. Why'd you do that?
- I'll solve my murder on my own.
Holy shit.
I found something.
I shouldn't have given Maddie
that fucking money.
- Why does he have a shitload of cash
hidden in his classroom?
I'm guessing it has to do
with why you're dead.
[mysterious music]
* *
[huffs] I can't believe it.
It won't recognize his face.
I'm never gonna guess his passcode.
Three minutes.
- Oh, my God, unlock your phone.
Check your email. Do something.
Tell him to check his email.
What?
Come on, don't you wanna know
why he's got tons of money stuffed in his wall
or why he thinks he gave some of it to me?
Simon.
Eyes on your paper, please.
Sorry.
Maybe it's his birthday.
I'm thinking '81, '82.
Did he have any Dave Matthews Band in his car?
Little help here.
[school bell rings]
OK, pens down.
Papers on my desk, please.
Simon?
[dramatic music]
* *
- * Don't forget me when I'm gone *
* *
* Don't forget me when I'm gone, gone *
* *
* Don't you forget me *
* Don't forget me when I'm gone *
* Don't forget me *
* When I'm gone *
* Don't you forget *
* Don't forget me when I'm gone *
OK, thank you, Rhonda.
Though maybe we narrow it down a bit.
I'm afraid reciting all of Ginsburg
might have us Howl-ing by the end.
[jaunty music]
Because...
Maddie, hi.
Nice of you to join us. We're brainstorming fun things
we could all do this weekend.
- I'll tell you what I wanna do.
I wanna figure out why Mr. Anderson was talking
to someone on his phone about giving me money last night.
- OK. I'm--
I'm not sure how to board that, but--
Wait, who was he talking to?
- That's what I'm trying to figure out.
So I need to know if anyone here has seen anything.
Seriously?
All we do is haunt the halls of the stupid school,
and none of you have seen anything
suspicious from Anderson?
Oh, well, OK.
Well, one time I saw Mr. Anderson misspell
the word "fundraiser" on a Boosters Club poster,
and I--he forgot the D.
I feel like that's pretty suspicious
coming from an English teacher.
- Wally, I'm pretty sure that was a pun.
So I'm assuming he probably did that on purpose.
- Sorry, sweets, we don't just stand around
staring at the living all day.
No.
You plan weekend fun like movie nights.
Well, we do what we can
to break up the monotony, Maddie.
- That's all. - If I may,
to be fair, watching the same five sports movies
over and over again is kind of monotonous, Mr. Martin.
I thought you loved "Rudy."
No.
Wow.
Just w--I can't even.
- OK, so if none of you have seen anything,
then what about the others?
[tense music]
Maybe one of the other ghosts has seen something.
* *
- Am I allowed to barf on camera?
My media class has to do interviews
on all the homecoming court nominees,
and guess who got Claire?
OK, yeah. [chuckles]
- Barfing might be appropriate. - I know.
Oh, hey, so I got an update on Maddie's boot print.
Xavier said the cops canvassed the area
where we were last night and found more prints
leading to a service road.
Hello? You know what this means, right?
Maddie's alive.
Yeah, and whatever happened in the boiler room,
she got out and she's OK.
- What's going on with you and Xavier?
Yesterday you were ready to put his head on a stick.
Now you guys are what, texting buddies?
- I--I don't know, Simon,
maybe it's about you ghosting me
ever since Maddie went missing
instead of helping me find her.
I mean, seriously, where were you last night?
I texted you, like, ten times.
OK, look.
The reason I--
this is gonna sound sort of crazy.
I've been talking to her, Nicole.
- Of course you have. So have I.
I mean, not, like, out loud,
because she's not really gone.
I feel her just like you do.
A--and I got us tickets to Horror Con
for tonight to prove it.
And if there's a safe place for us to meet,
Horror Con is it. I mean, she's never missed it.
Nicole, listen to me.
I know you wanna believe Maddie's alive.
She's not. She is gone,
and not the kind of gone you come back from.
How do you know that?
I can't tell you how.
I just--I do.
But I don't understand.
What would be so bad about talking to them?
- Maddie, they're replaying their last days on Earth
like they're still living them,
spinning like tops,
and you don't wanna be there when they finally spiral out.
Why?
- Haven't you ever heard you're not supposed
to wake a sleepwalker?
They can mistake you as part of their nightmare or worse.
- What would be worse than that?
- Y--you get trapped in a nightmare of your own,
start looping yourself.
Oh, speaking of looping.
OK, "Bull Durham."
Eh, too much baseball.
- OK. Uh..."The Natural."
Way too much baseball.
Boom, we got it.
"Rad Racing."
- Oh, is that the one where they do
the BMX bike ballet at the school dance?
- Yes, it is, and it's freakin' amazing.
- Oh, no, it's absolutely not though.
Sorry.
What about her? Dawn.
She basically goes through people's things
and lives in the halls.
Maybe she knows something.
- Ugh. - Good luck with that.
The only thing Dawn could tell you is your horoscope--
from 1972.
- Yeah, Rhonda's right. She's a literal dead end.
- Mm, more like a cul-de-sac.
- Well, you know what? So are you guys right now.
I mean, I'm not afraid of the walking dead.
OK? So talk.
I need names.
[school bell rings]
Oh, hey.
What are you doing after seventh?
Uh, going to biology.
Not anymore.
Let's go.
OK.
I know what people think.
They hear "grief counselor"
and assume it means just one thing.
But you can talk to me whether you're grieving
or angry
or confused. [phone chiming]
Sorry, excuse me.
- In fact, you might feel one thing
while your friend feels another.
But here's the thing.
Hope is a very powerful emotion,
and I would caution you not to take it away
- from someone else. - Yeah.
- Remember, my office is always open.
If you're free now...
Sorry, thank you.
Actually--actually, no thanks.
I--I'm--I'm late for--
[tense music]
- Three, two, one. [news jingle playing]
Action!
- Officially in the running for homecoming queen,
my next guest needs no introduction,
but my partner, Andy, wrote one anyway.
Swim team captain, varsity cheerleader,
honors student, and now local hero,
Claire really does it all.
[laughs softly]
Oh, you mean that thing at the pool?
I was just at the right place at the right time.
- So Claire, what would being homecoming queen mean to you?
Well, firstly,
I have to say being nominated is such an honor.
So thank you, everyone.
But honestly, the only homecoming
that matters this year is Maddie's.
I mean, I--I'd give up my crown
in a second if it brought Maddie back.
I keep thinking I wish I could have seen something
or done something to help her,
like how I saved Ava.
Maddie didn't drown, Claire.
- No, I--I know.
- But you think you could have saved her?
- No, I just--I-- - It's funny,
I haven't heard you say two words to her
since I've been at this school,
but the second her face is on more posters than yours,
- you think what? - Nicole.
- You could--
[tense music]
* *
No, you're right, Nicole.
Maddie and I, we used to be friends,
but I haven't talked to her in a long time.
And now I just-- I can't believe she's gone.
I really hope she's OK.
* *
Then there's Mina.
And what happened to her?
- She was crushed by a stage light in '87.
Hasn't left the theater since.
- Our very own Phantom of Split River.
OK, who else?
- Uh, Yuri. He hangs out
by the pottery wheel all the time,
but he only speaks Russian.
- And of course, there's the bus crash kids.
Tyler, Rachel, Jacqueline,
Jonah, Erin, Marci, Zach, and Stephanie.
We need to talk.
Bus stop now.
[tense music]
* *
[chuckles nervously]
- Did he just--
she just--
Yeah.
They did.
- I thought about sneaking it back into his room, but...
it's too risky.
If Mr. Anderson really did what we think he did,
then it's over.
We don't want you to be next.
Simon, I think that grief counselor was right.
I think it's time for you to talk to someone,
like your parents or the police.
- My mom's pretty freaked out as is.
With you being gone, that blood on the wall.
- The other day there was that-- - OK, Principal Hartman then.
And say what exactly?
That I broke into Anderson's car?
That I stole his phone? That you're a ghost,
and I can talk to you?
The second that gets out, no one's gonna
believe anything I say, Nicole included.
- We've gotta stick with the things we can prove.
I mean, Anderson's got money in his wall,
and he kept that piece of my phone when he should've
turned it in. Maybe it's enough.
What about his phone?
Uh, leave it for now.
I don't want you in any more trouble than you already are.
And maybe if we're lucky, we can find a way back in.
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
Don't worry about it.
Good luck.
Nice chat with your friend?
You know, I told you some pretty personal shit yesterday.
You didn't think to maybe mention
that you can talk to the living?
- OK, not the living, just-- just Simon.
Oh, just Simon.
That's a big fucking deal, Maddie.
I wanted to tell you.
I tried, but--
But what?
[tense music]
- Oh, my God, you knew. - What the hell, Charley?
- Yes, but-- - Does Mr. Martin know?
No, no.
I don't--I don't think so.
So what was your plan?
Find some way to use Maddie's special ability
for yourself and never tell the rest of us?
- I didn't have a plan. - Like hell you didn't.
- OK, OK, let's just everybody, Rhonda...
[breathes deeply] Let's take a breather.
- How are you not pissed right now?
- I'm p--I am pissed, Rhonda.
I'm just--I'm trying to make sense of this all.
This is very new to me.
- I don't know how I feel-- - Trying not to lose it
- in front of your crush? - OK, you don't have to be
mad at me, Rhonda. I didn't do anything.
- Be mad at him. - I am mad at you.
- Thanks for the help. - OK, you said you wouldn't
- bring that up again. - OK, well, she's gone.
So great. I hope you're happy.
- What, like that's my fault? - I--I actually--
- You guys-- - I cannot. Are you--
- It's OK. It's OK. - You knew?
- You guys-- - I'm sorry.
* *
Mina?
[creaking]
Mina?
You up there?
* *
Hello?
Mina?
You up here?
It's Maddie,
new dead girl.
OK, can you turn that off?
- What you've just told me is very serious, Simon.
And I can tell that it wasn't easy for you.
So what happens now?
Now I call the authorities,
relay everything you've just told me,
and, uh, make sure they look into all of it.
Sound good?
Yeah.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
- Did you take the safety course?
Uh...
Let me guess.
Didn't get the part you wanted
and now you're up here boo-hooing to me.
I'm not an actor.
I'm just looking for answers.
Have you seen my teacher, Mr. Anderson?
He's six foot, scruffy beard,
wears a lot of Hawaiian shirts.
He might have come in here for a Booster meeting
or to...hide a dead body.
- Look, I'm up here day after day
so that what happened to me doesn't happen to you.
All right?
And what do I get in return?
No flowers. No thank you.
Not even the common courtesy
of cleaning up after yourselves.
So the next time you or one of your needy
little castmates wants something from me,
remember this.
I am the one keeping everyone safe.
Me.
[radio crackling]
A3 is tightened.
Moving on to B6.
[radio chirps]
* *
- Lana, Hey. Oh, I love that shirt.
Here. Don't forget to vote next week.
- Vote for Claire. - Vote for Claire.
Hey.
- Hey. Ready?
Yeah.
Can we stop at my place on the way?
I need to grab some cash.
Yeah.
- So do they wear costumes to this thing?
- Some do. Some just wear black.
You'll fit right in, actually.
Nicole. Um, hi.
I'm so glad we got to talk earlier about Maddie.
Mm.
Here. In case you need it.
Oh, and...
[chuckles]
[mysterious music]
* *
Hi.
[gasps] Jeez.
Dawn.
You scared me.
Sorry.
- What are you-- what are you doing here?
- The kids leave the most interesting
things behind in the theater--
phones, wallets, sweets.
Oh!
I missed one.
Mmm. Watermelon.
What are you doing in here?
- I just...came to find out more about Mr. Anderson.
Have you seen anything?
- You mean like him with a murder weapon
or your dead body?
- Yes. - Nope.
Nothing like that,
though I am pretty easily distracted.
Is it the bad acid?
Charley mentioned something about that.
- Well, no, I've never taken drugs.
I just meant from all the new ways
you kids have had to connect.
[quirky percussive music]
In my days, someone had to hand you a note in class.
Oh, how things have changed.
There's Myspace, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter.
I'm still trying to figure out TikTok,
but from what I can tell, it's basically the new Vine.
What happened to Vine anyway?
- I don't--I don't know.
I have to go talk to the bus crash kids.
Oh. Good luck.
Those banjos are a little bongo,
if you know what I mean.
You should let me come with.
I speak bongo.
[band playing "When the Saints Go Marching In"]
- Charley said their bus crashed
on their way back from a competition.
- Yeah. They won Regionals
but didn't get a chance to compete at State.
They really thought it was gonna be their year.
So now they just keep practicing
over and over and over.
- You were late. - Are you kidding?
- How many times have we done this today?
- Too bad the drum major survived.
He really kept the band together.
- You were late. - Are you kidding?
- You were early. - You were late.
- Hi. - You were early.
Hi.
I'm Maddie. Uh, sorry to interrupt.
Um, I was just looking for info on Mr. Anderson.
He teaches English, is part of the Boosters,
which recently raised money for the school band.
Do you play anything?
No. Um, I'm not a musician.
Then get out of the way.
Let's try this from the bridge.
Follow my lead.
[band playing "When the Saints Go Marching In"]
* *
[tense music]
* *
- Please tell me you haven't been
staring at him since I left you.
I just don't get it.
Why can he only see her?
They share a bond
that pierces the boundary between life and death?
Who the hell knows?
OK.
Simon Elroy?
Got a few questions to ask you.
Come with us, please.
What? Why?
[music builds]
Simon?
What did he do?
Si--please, wait.
Simon.
What's going on? What's happening?
Wai--
damn it, he can't hear me.
Where are they taking him?
Simon.
If anything happens to him, I will never forgive myself.
* *
I can't believe her.
Who's that?
Claire.
She says she doesn't care about homecoming,
and then she cries--
literally cries on camera about Maddie,
and then she goes full-on Tracy Flick in the lobby.
It's like--that's weird, right?
I don't care that she and Maddie were friends
in middle school or whatever. That doesn't matter.
What matters is that she's using Maddie
to win this stupid popularity contest.
And it's like, who does that?
I cannot wait to see the look on her face
when Maddie comes back and tells Claire to fuck off.
Xavier?
What?
- Look, I'm glad you're coming with me and all,
but if you're gonna use Simon's ticket
and eat all my snacks, the least you can do
is try to contribute to the conversation.
The topic is Claire and that she sucks.
I say something, you say something.
- It's really not that hard. - Yeah, I'm sorry,
I thought you had both sides covered.
Right. Well, it's Claire, so...
yeah, she definitely sucks.
- Yeah. She doesn't seem to like you very much either.
What does that mean?
- That she looked right through you
when we were on our way out.
I mean, I know you're still town pariah,
but even so, that was cold.
- Claire's good at icing people out.
Like you said, you never would've thought
she was friends with Maddie.
- But she was friends with Maddie.
So what are you saying? She was something to you too?
Xavier?
Do you wanna walk to Horror Con or do you wanna tell me
what the hell went down between you and Claire?
- Did you even talk to Mr. Anderson?
Did you look into his wall?
He's got thousands of dollars in there,
money he thinks Maddie knew about,
and that's why he killed her.
And--and I think he's working with someone else too.
I heard him on the phone talking to someone.
Maybe that's who destroyed Maddie's phone.
I don't know. Tha--that's your job.
That's what you're supposed to look into.
- There's no money in Mr. Anderson's wall.
There's this,
which Mr. Anderson willingly handed over.
He said you gave it to him.
- You think it's a piece of Maddie's phone.
- It is a piece of Maddie's phone.
I found it in the auto shop, and I gave it to Mr. Anderson.
Why Mr. Anderson?
- 'Cause at the time we thought--
I thought-- I thought I could trust him.
- Who's "we"? - No one.
Me. I thought I could trust him.
Is there even anything in that file?
What are you people even doing here?
- You wanna look at Maddie's file?
You can look at it.
We got a pretty good theory if you wanna hear it.
Maddie wanted to leave Split River,
and she really didn't wanna be found,
so she made it look like there had been some sort of attack.
But she needed someone's help,
a reliable best friend to swap her phone,
plant some evidence,
maybe frame a teacher.
When in reality, she simply ran away.
I shouldn't have told you.
- If Maddie knew what you did, maybe that's why she ran away.
Hey, I screwed up.
I get that. But I wanna find Maddie--
You cheated on her.
You're literally the last person
I should have brought here to bring Maddie back home.
- I'm--I'm sorry.
I--I didn't--
Stay in the fucking car.
[downbeat music]
* *
Sorry, have you seen my friend, Maddie?
No?
Have you seen my friend?
She's like 5'8".
She's blonde.
No? Sorry.
* My death, it haunts him *
Hey, excuse me.
Um, have you seen my friend?
Her name's Maddie.
Excuse me, have you seen my friend, Maddie?
She has blonde hair.
Uh, have you seen my friend?
Her name's Maddie.
OK, sorry.
- What the fuck? - [laughs evilly]
Sorry.
* I will prevail *
* *
Maddie.
Sorry.
- * He doesn't like it when I cry *
Maddie?
[gasps]
It's me. It's me. It's me.
What the fuck are you doing?
- Looking for Maddie. I'm doing the rounds.
- Are you OK? - I'm fine.
Are you sure?
'Cause you look a little shook up.
- Just go back to the car, Xavier.
Please, let me help you.
Haven't you done enough?
What, you want to scare her a second time?
You were supposed to take care of her.
You were supposed to look after her.
And now she's not here, Xavier.
I don't know if you've fucking noticed,
but she's not here.
She's nowhere. She's gone.
I know that.
You're right.
I failed her.
And if I could take back what I did, I--
but I can't.
I have to live with that.
So if it makes you feel better to hit me,
then please, swing away,
'cause I'm just--
I'm sorry.
[tense music]
* *
[footsteps approaching]
[soft dramatic music]
* *
Heard you were out here.
Rhonda and Wally told me about Simon.
Said I should come find you.
- Let me guess. They're still too pissed
to come find me themselves.
At me, maybe.
Not at you.
How are you feeling?
- My best friend just got carted off
for helping me solve a murder I can't even remember.
How do you think?
Powerless.
Shitty.
Alone.
You're not the first person here
who's broken something they can't fix.
We all have unfinished business.
- Does your unfinished business have a name?
Emilio.
Only, you know him as Mr. Figueroa.
[rock music playing]
You're Charley?
Yeah.
- I'm Emilio, the new exchange student.
I heard you had room for one more.
- Oh, better watch out, new kid.
- Oh, shit, Charley finally found a butt buddy, you guys.
- Oh, somebody's pitching a tent tonight.
[grunting]
[laughter]
You can sleep somewhere else.
I actually like being alone, so.
- Hey, different countries, same cabrones.
They used to say the same shit about me.
They were right too.
[insects chirring]
[Dave Matthews Band's "Crash into Me" playing softly]
* Oh, when you come crash *
- Wanna hear something incredible?
Sure.
* And I come into you *
* *
* In a boy's dream *
* *
* In a boy's dream *
* *
You like it?
- Mm-hmm.
* *
- * If I've gone overboard, then I'm begging you *
I fell fast after that.
To me, Emilio wasn't just from another hemisphere.
He was--
he was from another world.
- * And you come crash into me *
- Emilio was everything I wasn't,
confident, magnetic.
He used to say I got all the shit for being gay
and none of the joy.
He thought if I just came out,
you know, to everyone,
it'd be different.
And then... one day my parents asked me,
in front of him,
why I never dated anyone.
And so, um, he told them about us.
He outed you to your parents?
- Ah, he was convinced they already knew.
Maybe they did.
All I know is that I was furious.
Mm.
And I wrote him this mean, terrible letter.
And I dropped in his locker the next day
and then tried to drown my feelings
in a plate of French fries.
The worst part was, um,
watching Emilio find the letter.
I told him that I never loved him
and I never wanted to see him again.
Just my luck he became a teacher here,
because, um, now all I do is see him and just--
and just wish I could take back those words.
I'm sorry, Charley.
Thanks.
Look, I swear I'm not telling you this
to bum you out further.
OK?
I'm telling you this because you need to know
that you are not alone.
We're all Split River Devils.
For better or worse, we're in this together.
- Charley, why am I a Bandit and not a Devil?
Well, after the bus crash,
people started getting these ideas
that the Devil mascot was partly to blame
instead of, you know, black ice.
- Plus none of the survivors wanted
to wear their uniforms anymore.
- So they changed the mascot and became the Bandits?
Yeah.
Thank you, guys,
for everything.
I'll tell everyone the truth tomorrow.
Mr. Martin, everyone.
Maybe don't.
Really?
I think he's right.
I think we should keep this contained,
you know, for now.
OK.
So what do we do now?
- Now we have to find some flowers.
- I've never seen her on ground level before.
- I've never seen her not scream at us before.
- I've actually never seen "Waiting for Godot" before.
These smell stolen.
More like borrowed.
But you know, you deserve some recognition too,
a thank you for keeping us all safe.
Well, it's not about me.
It's about the work.
But I appreciate it.
- You know, we're not that different.
I'm trying to prevent what happened to me
from happening to someone else too.
I found this on the floor earlier.
Does this mean anything to you?
- Yeah. Your Hawaiian shirt guy,
he's always banging around here,
interrupting my work.
Sorry,
banging?
[soft dramatic music]
* *
[loud bang]
* *
[music builds]
* *
Uh...does this mean anything?
What is it?
- Did Mr. Anderson even pay this?
We need Simon to call this place.
- Mr. Anderson totally played us.
I mean, they're convinced I helped you run away.
- Seriously? That's--
I know.
They only let me come back here
'cause I promised I'd get Anderson's phone
and turn it in.
OK, well, before you do that,
I think I might have found something that can help,
maybe keep the cops off your back.
- Thank you all for meeting on a Friday.
Simon? What are you doing?
Uh, we're in the middle of a--
- Faculty meeting, I know. But I have something
you need to see.
This is one of our new band uniforms,
the ones the Boosters all raised money for last summer.
Mr. Anderson kindly offered to order them himself.
Only problem is the uniforms he purchased aren't new.
They were retired and stowed away for decades.
- Simon, I have no idea what you're talking about.
So you didn't find these,
spruce 'em up, and pay yourself that money?
What?
No. I a--I absolutely did not.
- Then how do you explain this receipt?
The company doesn't even exist.
And as for our mascot,
Mr. Anderson used it to cover up
all traces of the old one.
I can't prove he hurt Maddie,
but I can prove this.
* *
- I really thought she would be here.
I know.
I think Simon might be right.
[soft dramatic music]
* *
- What do you think's gonna happen?
- He'll be questioned, probably arrested.
But not for murder.
I swear to God, if I died over some stupid band uniforms...
Maybe he'll confess.
- Or...you'll turn that phone over to the cops
and we'll never know who he was working with
or why he said he gave me money.
I'll never know what really happened to me.
At least for now some of the heat will be off you.
What are you doing?
I was thinking...
I can't hug you,
but my sweater can.
Next best thing.
- You ever think we'd be in our own real life horror movie?
Eh, it could be worse.
Really? How?
- You could've turned into a zombie instead of a ghost.
Or a blob.
- [laughs] You would make a great blob.
Thank you.
You should go.
Get Anderson's phone. Get some sleep.
Good night, Maddie.
Good night.
[movie music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
Hey.
Wasn't sure you'd make it.
Wally finally let me decide.
I know it's a little on the nose,
but can't go wrong with Swayze.
What's this?
- Write what you wanna say to Emilio.
I'll make sure he gets it.
- You--you don't have to.
I want to.
- Oh, my God. [sniffles]
This is so much better than "Rudy."
[groans]
Rhonda.
You usually boycott movie night.
Everything all right?
I've been here for 60 years,
60 graduations.
I've watched class after class hug and cry
and throw their stupid little cardboard caps in the air
and go.
I made my peace with it because nothing changes.
But now...
I know I'm not always a joiner,
but I gotta get out of here.
I'm willing to try anything.
So whatever you did to help Janet,
I want in.
I'm glad to hear it.
Psst, wanna take a selfie?
[phone clicks]
Where'd you get that phone?
- Some pimply freshman left it in the theater last period.
Told you it's a gold mine.
Was it unlocked or...
I used her passcode.
- How did you know her passcode?
I know everyone's passcodes.
How else would I keep up with my socials?
- Wait, what do you mean everyone's?
[giggles]
- Dawn, what do you mean everyone's?
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
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Simon!
495273.
Check his call log.
We need to know who Anderson called that night.
- I can't wear this to homecoming.
- [phone chimes] - Whoa, you guys.
Mr. Anderson might get arrested.
What for?
- Does this have to do with Maddie?
[phone chimes]
[huffs] Oh, my God.
[indistinct chatter]
[phone ringing]
[line trilling]
[voicemail tone beeps]
You've reached Claire.
Do me a fave and just text me, OK?
[voicemail tone beeps]
* *