[theme song 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 ♪
♪ Two can keep A secret ♪
♪ If one of them is dead ♪
[owls hooting]
[Imogen inhales sharply]
[grunts]
[breathes deeply]
[eerie music playing]
Mom?
Rose?
[gasps and breathes heavily]
["Cruel Summer" playing]
[Imogen] Oh, my God.
I can't believe this is happening.
- It is. [sighs] - And the gloomy weather is definitely fitting my mood.
My mom started law school today,
and I'm trapped in a nightmare.
At least it's not juvie.
And it's not a Disney cruise with my moms.
Summer school, a fate worse than death.
Almost.
Silver lining playbook, at least we'll all be together?
[sighs]
[music continues]
[Imogen] Wait. What the hell?
[Noa] It... It looks like there are two sections
prepping to retake those shitty Keystone Exams.
And we're all in section A.
- Hate that letter. - [Mouse, Noa and Tabby] Same.
Except for me.
[sighs] Fuck that.
I'm transferring myself.
[school bell ringing]
Imogen Adams, aren't you in Mrs. Murray's section?
Yeah. I think there must've been a mistake with the section assignments.
This is section A.
My roster doesn't have your name on it.
Thus, you, Ms. Adams, are in the overflow classroom.
The... overflow classroom?
[heavy metal music playing]
Imogen Adams, take your seat.
[male student] That's her. Imogen, the Millwood Massacre girl.
- [male student] Ew, she's so fake. - [all murmuring indistinctly]
[female student] I heard she was pregnant.
[indistinct murmuring continues]
Nick Brody? Absent.
Sabrina Hooper? Also absent.
Hey, uh, Jennifer Fox.
Sorry I'm late.
Jen. Hey.
Noa Olivar. [chuckles]
I was wondering if you were gonna say "Hi,"
or if it was just gonna be a whole,
"What happens in juvie, stays in juvie" kinda thing.
What... What are you doing here?
I flunked my Keystone Exam,
and Millwood is the only school in a 20-mile radius that, uh,
offers a summer prep course.
Well... welcome to hell, I guess.
We should hang out. Get coffee. Catch up.
[smacks lips] Uh...
Yeah, let's do it.
Did you change your number?
The one I have doesn't work anymore.
I... I did. I did change it. It's kind of a long story.
Oh. [chuckles softly] Punch in your new one.
[sighs]
[Dr. Sullivan] So, how was your first day of summer school?
[Imogen chuckles]
Epically lame.
Not to mention everyone's in section A,
except for me, who's in section B.
B for blockheads, B for burnouts, B for bummer.
But it sucks, not being with my girls.
FOMO is real, Dr. Sullivan.
And it is a form of psychological torture.
As is sitting in barely air-conditioned classrooms.
Yeah. Humid, ass-boiling Millwood High was most definitely not
the "Hot Girl Summer" we had in mind.
So, I'm hearing frustration,
which is warranted.
[smacks lips] You know, when I was in high school, I was a bit of a punk,
and I landed myself in summer school more than once.
But I always found a way to have a good time.
So, I would encourage you girls to reframe your situation.
You're only in class for a couple hours in the morning,
which leaves plenty of time to have, in Noa's words,
a "Hot Girl Summer."
- [girls chuckles] - [Dr. Sullivan] Go to the lake in the afternoon.
Or get a fun part-time job.
Better yet, have a fun casual fling.
Summer school is epically lame, but it is not life or death.
[sighs] And isn't that a relief?
Oh, Imogen. What can I help you with?
I'm not sure about the meds that I'm taking.
I... I'm having nightmares. Vivid ones.
And, um, maybe... hallucinations.
It can be a process to find the right regimen.
[sighs] Oh, my God. This is so stupid. [chuckles] I don't know.
- No, I'm sure it's not stupid. - [sighs]
Tell me.
[smacks lips]
One of the hallucinations that I had was of my mom. Maybe.
And, uh, it started me thinking... [inhales deeply]
she also struggled with depression and anxiety
and was on a bunch of meds and, well...
[sighs] You know what happened to her.
Your mother's struggles were her own.
Yours are very different.
That said, it would be useful to know her medical history,
including what prescriptions she was taking.
I don't have specifics but, um, [smacks lips]
maybe my dad would know.
I could ask him.
Let's start there.
And, Imogen, you're gonna be okay. I promise.
[chuckles softly]
Hey, Wes. Question.
Are you still looking to staff up for the summer rush?
Yes, but I already hired someone.
What? Who?
[clattering]
Sup? I'm Christian. Nice to meet you.
Tabby. Likewise.
Christian just moved here with his family from New York.
I'm sorry to hear that. [chuckles]
[Wes] He's already worked in a few theaters
and has experience as a projectionist.
- [chuckles softly] - [Wes] Think you can show him the ropes?
Sure.
[upbeat hip-hop music playing]
[Coach Rhodes] Nice, Bryant! Grab a drink.
[chuckles] What are the chances your swimming skills are as solid as your right hook?
Swimming was a big part of my PT. Why?
I'm hiring some lifeguards for the public pool this summer.
I need people like you, disciplined, fast, strong,
to help me keep the rest of these yahoos in line.
Perfect timing.
I was just gonna start looking for a summer job. I'll be there.
Great. Give me your number. I'll text you the deets.
Uh... sure.
[Jen] And after I got out, I still had a shit-ton of community service.
I was on probation.
And the fucked up icing on the cake is that my mom had relapsed.
[sighs] Shit, that's brutal. How... How is she now?
Better. But, um, still a daily struggle, you know?
[scoffs] Yeah. I... I do.
Hey, Noa, I have to ask.
Were you a part of that "Millwood Massacre" shit,
with the psycho in the mask?
[sighs] I was.
No shit! Really?
[stammers] Yeah, yeah. And my friends were, and our moms were, too.
And it was just all crazy kinds of fucked up.
I have, like, a million questions.
But first of all,
what ever happened to that guy that you were seeing when we were in juvie?
- Shawn. - Yeah, yeah, Shawn. Is he still in the picture?
Yeah.
Yeah, he's around.
We all rotate between restocking the candy counter,
cleaning the popcorn and soda machines,
and, my personal favorite, bathroom duty.
And once you complete a task, you write down your initials and the time.
- Just like at the AMC. - Mmm-hmm.
Oh, uh, by the way, can I get your number?
Excuse me?
Just in case I need to swap a shift or something.
Wes said that you'd be my direct supervisor.
But if you're not comfortable with it...
Uh, no. It's fine. [chuckles softly]
Oh, here.
Wes also mentioned that you loved horror movies and, um, that you made one.
Me, too. I mean, I'm not a director. More of a special effects guy.
Mask design, prosthetics. The bloodier, the better.
[stuttering] Uh... Horror's not really my thing.
I'm more into foreign films.
[Sawyer] I made a list of everything I could think of,
medications and the dosages, as best as I could remember.
It was a long time ago.
And a lot of meds, apparently. [chuckles softly]
Imogen, wanna tell me what's really going on?
[sighs] It's... like I said. [chuckles softly]
I'm dealing with some anxiety right now,
and I'm working with a doctor to figure out what medications I should take.
Look, all my friends are trying to figure out how to have a great summer,
and I am, too.
But to do that, I feel like I have to reset everything, you know?
[Sawyer] Well... [sighs]
you ever wanna come and stay here a few days to reset,
I'd love to have you.
Thanks, Dad.
[church bells ringing]
[Pastor Malachai] I can't tell you how it pleases me
to see such bright, young disciples
ready and eager to participate in our "Redemption House" tradition.
[whispering] This is just batshit crazy.
[whispering] Quiet!
Lots of famous people get their start performing in church groups.
As we begin auditions,
a reminder of what an enormous responsibility we bear
in portraying the sins and perils of this mortal world.
What are you auditioning for, Kelly?
The cheerleader that gets into a drunk-driving accident and kills a crossing guard?
[scoffs] Shut up, Sandy. Or I'll run you over one dark, lonely night.
Please spread the word to our young men of Millwood
that we have powerful and important roles to fill,
like the Drug-addicted Runaway, the Pre-Marital-Sex Teen Couple.
[whispering] Those are the romantic leads.
We're getting those parts, Greg. Come hell or high water.
Don't be so sure. I was born to play that part.
I mean, I've been practicing for it all my life.
[sighs]
["Tom's Diner" playing]
- [chattering indistinctly] - [doorbell chiming]
Counter or booth, hon?
Oh, no. I saw your flyer down the street at the bus stop.
I'm actually looking for a job.
That'll be $8.25. Pay up front.
Any experience in the kitchen?
Um...
my mom and I volunteer at a soup kitchen
pretty regularly. [chuckles]
I'm looking for immediate help. How soon can you start?
Tomorrow?
What's your name, hon?
I'm, uh... [chuckles softly]
Leigh.
Leigh Able.
I have to tell you something, Shawn.
Well, confess, I... I guess you could say.
[chuckles] What is it, babe?
Uh, it's... It's my mom. She's not at work right now.
She's still at rehab. She hasn't gotten discharged.
[Shawn] Wait, I... I'm confused. You said that...
I know. I know. [sighs] But she needed more time, and I just...
I had to get out of your house.
Because of my mom?
- Mmm-hmm. - [sighs]
Uh, it just wasn't good for me there.
And after six months of couch surfing, I just...
I... I needed to be home, in my own space.
I... I get it. I just wish you would've told me.
[sighs softly] Look. I'm sorry I lied,
but she'll be out of there in another month or so,
and then she'll be back home for real.
Yeah.
Until then, it means we have the place to ourselves this summer.
- [chuckles] Yeah? - Yeah, without any adult supervision.
[chuckles]
["Loving You" playing]
[kisses]
[chuckles softly]
[knocking at door]
Hey.
- So, uh, I have some news. - Tell me.
[chuckles softly] I went to see my dad about my mom's meds.
And I got a job. Waitressing at a diner.
Ooh! Which one?
It's called Rocky's. Only catch is, it's by my dad's.
- By the quarry? - Hmm.
That's a trek.
No, it's actually all good.
I don't mind the bus ride, you know? Clears my head. [chuckles softly]
Okay, well. Full disclosure,
I tried to get you a job at the Orpheum,
but Wes hired this guy from New York, Christian.
- Mmm. Oh! This is him? - Mmm-hmm.
[gasps] He is cute.
Not sure if I'm ready to go there, but he is extremely talented.
- Those are all of his designs. - [Imogen] Oh.
[both chuckle]
- [Imogen gasps] Aw. - [Tabby chuckles]
- [Tabby gasps] Oh, my God! - [Imogen gasps] Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!
That post was like from three months ago.
He's gonna see that I was creeping. What do I do?
Um, uh... Uh, follow him!
It'll be less weird than you just randomly liking one of his photos.
I didn't like it. You did.
I know. I know. I'm sorry. Um... [smacks lips]
Okay, double down. Start liking a few more posts.
And then, if he brings it up, just play it off like you were admiring his work.
[sighs] Oh, my God. Kill me.
He is cute, though. I'm just saying.
No staying out past curfew.
No "Ash staying over" after curfew or without supervision.
No excessive time online or in front of the TV.
[Lola] Everything will be fine, Elodie.
I'll make sure Mouse behaves while you're on your cruise.
And I want your cell number, Mouse.
The secret one. It's time.
[clicks tongue and sighs wearily]
[cell phones chiming]
Donezo. Anything else?
[Elodie] Yes.
After dinner, would you show Lola around the pawn shop?
Nothing would make me happier.
[both chuckle]
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Come on, Judy. Please?"
"Lance! I made a promise to the Lord to abstain and maintain,
lest I live in shame."
"But we were made in God's image."
"Huh. Maybe you're right."
[chuckles softly] Okay, Greg, stop. Greg, stop! Stop!
Jesus, Kelly. It says in the script, "Judy and Lance have sex."
Yeah, but offstage! It's not like we're actually gonna do it for the audition.
We're not going method for these parts. [sighs]
You know what, Kelly? My blue balls have blue balls.
[scoffs]
You "re-virginized." I didn't. What made you do it, anyway?
You think Pastor Malachai cares about who's smashing and who isn't?
This has nothing to do with Pastor Malachai. It was my decision.
[sighs]
Plus, Momma wanted me to.
I gotta get home. Take a cold shower.
[Kelly sighs]
[exhales]
[suspenseful music playing]
Can I watch my shows on this?
Uh, desktop's hardwired, so you should be good to go.
We mostly use it to put stuff on eBay.
- Mouse, what is this? "SpookySpaghetti"? - Huh?
Oh, that's just the... the website for a game I play, Lola.
Here, let me get you out of it.
[Mrs. Gibbons] Nick Brody? Absent.
Sabrina Hooper? Also absent.
[shuddering] Okay, so, remember those two kids who didn't show up yesterday?
Vaguely.
Wait. There were two no-shows in section A?
And I'm still banished to section B? Unbelievable.
Uh, Nick and Sabrina. I remember. What about them, Mouse?
There's a post about them being missing
- on SpookySpaghetti. - If you say on SpookySpaghetti...
- [chuckles] - Anyway, the post said
Nick and Sabrina went to Bloody Rose's shack in the woods,
[breathes shakily] the same one that we went to.
Guys, what if she got them? What if Bloody Rose is real?
99.99% of the stories on SpookySpaghetti are hoaxes. You said so yourself.
And didn't you promise Ash you would stay off that damn site?
[Imogen] Wait. [chuckles nervously]
When did you guys go to a creepy cabin in the woods? And why wasn't I invited?
Don't look at me. I didn't go.
- [school bell ringing] - [gasps]
[suspenseful music playing]
[chuckles softly]
[sighs]
Guys, I was thinking. Imogen just got a job at this diner by the quarry.
Should we go as a fun surprise on her first day?
Let's do it. I have a short shift today.
I've got tryouts. But afterwards, yeah.
Mouse, you up for this?
Uh, um, yeah, sure. Diner. I'm in.
[suspenseful music playing]
- [whistle blows] - [Coach Rhodes] All right, listen up.
I know some of you may see this as an easy gig.
Get paid to sit. Work on your tan. Flirt with some townies.
But this isn't a pool party.
Over the next few days, I'll be testing your speed, strength, and CPR skills.
A few of you may make it to lifeguard.
One of you will be named captain.
Greg. Faran. You two are up first.
[upbeat song playing]
[whistle blows]
[cheering] Go, Greg! Go, Greg, go! Whoo!
[upbeat song continues playing]
Damn!
Nice hustle, Faran. Greg, you're smoked.
Hey, what are you doing here?
Bryant, shouldn't you and Peter Pansy be in dance camp somewhere?
I'm here because Coach Rhodes personally asked me to apply.
He probably just wanted some eye candy.
Or he just wanted someone to pick up your slack since you're so damn useless.
[chuckles] Is this, like, your way of flirting with me?
Not in a million years, Greg.
[upbeat music playing]
Hey, Noa? Uh, I'm thinking of hiring one of your friends.
Which friend?
Jennifer Fox.
She came by last night, dropped off an application.
Seems like a cool girl.
- Yea or nay? - [Noa] Um...
Yeah. She... She's cool for sure.
[sighing] Oh God.
[people chattering indistinctly]
Dude, are you out of your freakin' mind?
I love Romero, but Snyder's Dawn of the Dead took it to the next level.
I mean, I get it. The original was all about war,
which makes sense, 'cause it came out during Vietnam.
But the makeup and special effects were just goofy.
- Ugh! - Zack Snyder's zombies were legit fucking terrifying.
And directly ripped off from 28 Days Later.
And... And Romero's big theme wasn't the military.
It was a critique of capitalism.
[sighs] Jumping in here. You're both wrong.
The original Dawn of the Dead was released in 1978,
three years after the Fall of Saigon, Wes.
And it was actually about a racist, unhinged military,
the spreading of misinformation via corrupt news outlets,
and, to Christian's point, mindless consumerism more than capitalism.
And did I love it? Yes. Does it beat the original? Hell, no.
- So, horror's not your thing, huh? - [Wes chuckles]
I mean...
What do you mean? It's totally Tabby's thing.
She's, like, the ultimate real-life final girl.
What? I've heard you describe yourself that way many times.
Has she shown you her short yet?
No, but I'd love to see it.
[chuckles] Oh, you gotta!
Fair warning, though. It's super dark and intense.
I like dark and intense. [chuckles]
[Wes] In that case, then, should we watch it right now?
Actually, Wes, I was gonna ask, uh...
Me and the girls wanted to check out where Imogen's working, today.
Um, okay if I take off for a couple of hours?
- Yeah, sure. [chuckles softly] Chris and I got this. - [chuckles softly]
[folk music playing]
[doorbell chiming]
Table for four?
[Imogen] What are you guys doing here?
Um. Look, we know you're bummed that we're not all in the same section at school,
so we thought we'd surprise you.
Surprise.
[chuckles nervously]
Is that not okay?
'Course it's okay. [chuckles hesitantly]
I mean, why... Why wouldn't it be okay?
[chuckling] What's up with your name tag?
Oh, um... It's just an old one they had lying around. [chuckles softly]
Looks pretty new. [chuckles]
Imogen, isn't your mom's middle name Leigh?
I'm sorry. Am I missing something here?
You tell us.
Uh, what is the deal with your name tag, really?
And why are you working way the hell out here, in the middle of nowhere?
Yeah. Weren't there any jobs in town?
I saw a "Help wanted" sign at the Millwood Creamery.
You like ice cream.
Yeah.
But I also like working here.
You know, being here.
Outside of Millwood where nobody knows me, and I can turn off my brain.
Be someone else, even. Not me. [sighs]
Imogen, uh, what does that mean, "You get to be someone else?"
Leigh, time to marry the ketchups.
[chuckles softly] My break's over.
But thank you for coming by. It means a lot. Truly. [chuckles softly]
[Henry] How's Imogen doing at her new job?
It was kind of weird, to be honest.
Girl's definitely going through something. Not that I blame her.
How's your job hunt going?
Not great. Everybody's pretty staffed up.
I started looking too late, I guess.
'Cause I thought we'd be in Pittsburgh by now.
[chuckles softly]
How were lifeguard tryouts?
Wait, your doctor cleared you for them, right?
She did, yeah. And they were great.
Except for Greg, who's a trash-talking, toxic piece of shit.
What? Trash talking who?
You? Why?
Because I beat his ass and he was trying to save face.
- No. That's bullshit. - Henry, I got this. Okay?
- Okay? - Yeah. Okay.
[chuckles softly]
[owls hooting]
[yawns]
[eerie music playing]
[breathing heavily] Where's the bus?
[breathing heavily] Where's the bus? Where's the fucking bus?
[sinister music playing]
Oh, my God.
[breath trembling] Oh, my...
[breath trembling] Okay.
- Help! Please! Stop! Stop! - [tires screeching]
[bus door opening]
[breathes heavily]
She wasn't real.
[breathes heavily]
- [bottle clattering] - [breath trembling] She wasn't real.
[coughs and breathes heavily] She wasn't real.
[Lola screams]
- [Mouse] Grandma? - [Lola screams]
Grandma, what's wrong?
Who are you?
I'm Ash. Mouse's boyfriend.
- Lola? What happened? - [breath trembling]
[shuddering] There was a woman outside at the window looking in.
I'll go check.
- Okay. - [breath trembling]
What woman, Lola?
Her face was covered with bloody bandages.
Like this?
[shuddering] Yes. That was her. Madugong mukha.
Uh, was... Was anyone out there?
No. Not... Not anywhere that I could see.
Come on, Lola. Let's get you back to bed.
[shuddering]
[Lola humming]
Morning, Lola. Are you doing okay?
Fine, Apo. Great.
And who's this handsome young man?
[chuckles] Uh? This is my boyfriend, Ash.
You met last night. Don't you remember?
I don't.
[softly] Was I sleepwalking? Oh. I do that sometimes.
Uh...
[school bell ringing]
Imogen? I didn't see you this morning. Is everything okay?
- Just wanted to get here bright and early. - Hmm.
And yes, everything's amazing. Why wouldn't it be?
You seem... turned up.
Yeah, like... super stressed.
Who? Me? What would I be stressed about?
Everything's fine.
Did you get permission to switch sections or something?
[Mrs. Gibbons] What are you doing here, Imogen? Again?
Prepping for the Keystone Exams.
What else would I be doing?
Lord, here we go.
Look, Mrs. Gibbons.
I was always supposed to be in this class with my friends.
Someone, I'm not saying you, but someone must have gotten their wires crossed.
And whatever. No harm, no foul. But I am not leaving.
Uh, [chuckles softly] Mrs. Gibbons, so sorry for crossed wires.
Imogen had a... a rough night.
Uh, but we will take a few minutes and get everyone on the same page.
Be right back. Little help here, ladies? Thank you.
[Imogen] Okay.
[chattering indistinctly]
[Tabby] Okay. What the hell was that?
And don't keep telling us you're fine, 'cause you're clearly not.
I know. I know that. Okay? I...
It's just... Guys, I'm flailing.
Clearly. I mean, I... I'm having hallucinations.
What kind of hallucinations?
Bloody Rose.
My mom. Both.
My Lola said she saw her, too.
Not helping at the moment.
Imogen, are you sure it was just a hallucination and not...
The real Bloody Rose Waters?
Also not helping.
I have no clue. Okay?
I... I was waiting for the bus, and she was coming towards me with a knife.
This is why I don't take the bus.
Maybe I am going crazy like my mom did.
You're not crazy. Neither was your mom.
But Imogen, not to trigger or re-trigger you,
but we need to unpack what you said to us that you don't wanna be you.
What does that even mean?
It means that for a couple hours [shuddering] every day,
amidst everything else that was going on, I...
I thought to myself "What if I could be someone different?"
You know, a girl whose mom didn't kill herself. [sobs]
A girl who wasn't assaulted.
A girl who didn't have a baby and then had to give it away.
A... A girl who wasn't attacked
and... and nearly stabbed to death by a mass serial killer.
A girl who can't even be with her friends for three miserable hours a day
in a shitty fucking summer school. [cries]
All that is true. But you are so much more than those things.
And, Imogen, to be clear, we like exactly who you are.
No, no. We love who you are.
I'm obsessed with who you are.
[chuckling] Yes. Freak-out aside, you're the tits.
- [all chuckle] - And the single most resilient person I've ever met.
And one of the kindest.
[Noa] Yeah. And at nine months pregnant,
you went toe-to-toe with a six-foot-four jacked supervillain monster
and won.
- [chuckles] - Facts. That was some final-girl energy,
Laurie Strode realness there.
[sobbing]
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I'm having a psychotic break during...
During our... Our "Hot Girl Summer."
[all chuckle]
You guys, I really am sorry... for just everything. [sniffles]
Hey. "Love means never having to say you're sorry."
- And, yes, haters, that is from a movie. - [all chuckle]
[people chattering indistinctly]
[Kelly softly] I'm so sorry.
Wait.
I'm playing the Virgin fucking Mary? What is this bullshit?
And the Premarital Sex-Teens are...
[Sandy] Me and Greg.
I just texted him the good news.
Greg?
A man has needs, Kelly.
Especially a man with as much pent-up testosterone as Greg does.
I mean, what do you think happens
when a guy can't release as God intended?
But don't worry. That's where I come in.
Talk to you later.
[sniffles and breathes heavily]
[Tabby] Useless project time.
Wes wants these old film canisters organized by genre and year.
Got it. That makes sense. I... I can't believe this place screens 35 millimeters.
[chuckling] I know. A year ago, we did a full Spielberg-athon in 35 mil, '77 through '85.
So, we're talking Close Encounters toThe Color Purple.
We are, in fact. [chuckles softly]
Um, so I was thinking, if you really wanna see my short...
I do. Definitely.
Well, in that case, let me go get my laptop.
Could we watch it after the last show today? Project it on the big screen?
Here? I mean, I guess it's possible.
Uh, have you not done that yet?
Organized, like, a glitzy premiere for your family and friends?
We weren't really in a premiere kinda place at the time.
But they've all seen it. [chuckles softly]
But never together. On the silver screen.
I mean, that's magic. [chuckles]
Calm down, Nicole Kidman.
[chuckling] What... what can I say? I'm a purist.
I'm the same way.
Okay. Uh, let's do it. And I think I maybe will invite my friends.
You get your friends here. I'll handle everything else.
[inhales and chuckles softly]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Henry] Hey, Greg. Greg!
- If you even look at her the wrong way... - Henry!
What are you doing here?
Someone needs to put this punk in his place.
I gotta admit, Faran.
I didn't think your gay little boyfriend had it in him.
[grunts]
[chuckles]
What the fuck?
You just don't know when to shut the hell up, do you?
And you? I told you to stay the hell out of it.
Bryant. My office. Now!
When I said I needed help knocking some sense into the guys,
I didn't mean literally.
Greg was out of line.
I'm sure he was. But you lost your cool.
Not a good look for a lifeguard.
So, don't let it happen again, Captain.
Hang on. You're not cutting me?
Despite your momentary lapse in judgment,
you swam circles around those other yahoos.
And you took out a guy, who outweighs you by 40 pounds,
with one punch. [chuckles softly]
In my book, that basically makes you Batman.
Batwoman. [chuckles] But I'll take it.
Congratulations, Bryant.
[Dr. Sullivan sighs] Sounds like you've had a tumultuous few days.
[sighs] Can you make any sense of anything?
I can try.
Imogen, are you familiar with the term "traumatic grief?"
No.
"Grief" pertains to the feelings and reactions of losing a loved one,
while "trauma" is the emotional response to a terrible event or events.
You had both. Sustained over time.
So, am I a lost cause? [sniffles]
No. Not at all.
We just have some work to do.
I think we should adjust the levels of your medications. Okay?
But in the meantime, don't be afraid to lean on me.
[smacks lips]
In that case, can I ask for a favor regarding summer school?
[chuckles softly] Say no more.
I will call Principal Smithee and make sure you're all in the same section.
Thank you, Dr. Sullivan.
[funky music playing]
Hey, remember Guard Moonie? Literally the devil incarnate.
[chuckling] Oh, my God. I fucking hated her.
"Olivar. That's not how you fold fitted sheets."
Bitch! Who the fuck knows how to fold a fitted sheet?
[chuckling] That shit is literally impossible.
Noa. Hey, babe.
Oh, hey, babe. Um...
Oh, Shawn. Um, uh, this is Jen. Uh, she just started.
And weird coincidence. We actually were in juvie together.
Small world, right?
Oh. No shit. That's crazy. Nice to meet you.
- Same. I love your girlfriend, by the way. - Aw.
If it wasn't for Noa, I don't think I would've survived juvie.
I'm sure she'd say the same about you.
See you at your place?
Oh. I have Tabby's screening. But I'll be home right after.
[kisses]
[Faran] When I say I got this, it means I got it.
[Henry] I hear you. Loud and clear.
Rhodes made me captain.
Do you want me to see if I can get you a job at the pool?
No. That wouldn't work for me.
Because I'm your girlfriend?
No. Because I can't swim.
But don't worry. I'll figure out something to do.
Kelly's been texting me about this performance project that her youth group is doing.
Yeah. They need more guys, I guess.
Maybe I'll try that.
[upbeat music continues playing]
[girls chuckle]
- That is so freakin' cool. - [girls chuckle]
This is such a good idea.
Even with all the drama and... trauma,
we gotta make space to celebrate the little and... big things.
- [chuckles] - Wholeheartedly agree.
Gotta say, your name looks good up there, Tabby.
Yeah. Whoever this Christian kid is, he knows what's up.
I mean, this is some bold romantic gesture shit. He's gotta be crushing on you.
[chuckles] Well, he hasn't seen my movie yet.
It's possible the content may change his mind. Scare him off.
Or not.
["Fire for You" playing]
- Only one way to find out. - [breathes deeply]
[girls chuckle]
- [Tabby and Faran] After you. - [Imogen] Yep.
- [Faran] After you. - [girls laugh]
[Kelly] Why are you hanging around Sandy fucking Quinn?
Are you screwing her? Be honest.
["Fire for You" playing on car radio]
Not yet.
[scoffs] Wow, Greg. Just... [breathes shakily]
Wow.
Sandy's a... A good listener.
She doesn't judge me like you do.
She doesn't put all this shit on me.
I'm supposed to meet up with her later so we can rehearse.
As if, Greg.
I know what happens at late night rehearsals, okay? And it's not running lines.
[sighs] Look.
Just because we can't have sex,
doesn't mean there aren't other things we can do.
There's a lot I can do for you.
A lot you can do for me.
[kisses]
Sandy, though, is off-limits.
Sandy who?
[kisses]
[Chet groans]
[Imogen playing killer] Happy prom night, Chet.
[muffled] Please. Please don't. [whimpers]
I'm sorry. I can't hear you.
[Chet whimpers]
But I'm guessing what you're saying is, "No."
- You! You penetrated me. - [Chet whimpering]
- You scarred me! And now it's my turn. - [whimpers and pants]
No. No. No. [sobbing]
[grunting]
- [muffled screams] - [screaming]
- [muffled screaming] - [squelching]
[projector whirring]
[door opening on film]
[chuckles softly]
[girls cheering]
[whooping]
[Christian clapping]
Tabby. That was incredible.
Oh. Thank you.
Obviously couldn't have done it without my leading lady. [chuckles]
Aw. I was mere putty in your hands.
Should we have a post-premiere party at Pinball Pizza?
Uh, that'd be amazing. But we have to lock up first.
There's a whole list of Orpheum closing duties we gotta go through,
but you guys can hang out, of course.
- Actually, we should head out. - Hmm.
We all have to do that, uh, stuff that we talked about earlier.
Uh, like, I was gonna see if the ice cream parlor's still open.
Yeah. And I have to practice CPR on a dummy.
But maybe Christian could walk you home?
- It is super nice out. - Yeah.
I'm down if you are.
Sounds good. I'll get that checklist.
- [chuckles softly] - [Faran clears throat]
- Goodbye. - Have fun.
[girls giggle]
[suspenseful music playing]
[chuckles softly]
[eerie music playing]
[sighs softly]
["Dream Around You" playing]
[bell dings]
How can I help you?
The sign said you were open.
We are, yeah. Extended summer hours.
Hmm.
What can I get ya?
An application. I heard you guys are hiring.
Any experience?
In ice cream? Not directly. [chuckles softly]
But I'm a big fan.
[chuckles softly]
[cell phone vibrating]
[tense music playing]
[clears throat]
Here you go.
What's your name?
Imogen.
Imogen Adams.
So, about your movie.
Yes?
What kind of lenses did you use?
Uh, I mean, if you don't mind talking process.
No. Not... Not at all. I... I love talking process.
Oh. I'm, uh, that direction.
After you.
- Question, not a note. - Okay. [chuckles]
Have you ever tried adding dish soap to your fake blood?
It helps prevent beading. And, big plus, you can wash it out super easily.
That is a good tip. Thank you.
Next question.
If Jurassic Park is your favorite movie,
- what's your favorite bad movie? - [Tabby chuckles]
Yeah, I'm talking something so godawful
it transcends itself and becomes genius.
Oh. I would probably say Troll 2.
No way.
- Wait, that's mine, too! - [Tabby chuckles]
Uh, the masks alone are legendary.
- "They're eating her! Then they're gonna eat me!" - [chuckles]
- [both mimicking] "Oh, my God!" - [both chuckle]
Um, thank you for tonight.
Any time. Your friends are really cool.
- So are you. - [Tabby chuckles]
[cell phone ringing]
[tense music playing]
- Probably a robocall. - [chuckling] Or worse.
[chuckles]
Oh! Oh, another best worst movie. Mac and Me.
Oh! [chuckles softly] Yes. Or... Or, uh, let's not forget Plan Nine from Outer Space
or basically anything directed by Ed Wood, who meant well, but...
["Voices Carry" playing]
[cell phone vibrating]
[sighs softly]
[cell phone vibrating]
[scoffs] Uh-uh. No. Unacceptable.
Enjoy your night cuddling with a fake virgin.
Just remember, you could have been doing the Loco-Motion with me.
But now, this train has left the station.
- [gasps] - [squelching]
- [groans]
[chokes]
[groans softly]
[squelching]
[cell phone vibrating]
[intense music playing]
[chiming]
[breathes shakily]
Hello?
Hope you've been studying.
What? Who...
Who is this?
[Bloody Rose]You know who I am.
What do you want?
Save your breath. You'll need it.
[chiming]
["Voices Carry" playing]