We'll call the police again!
- The police can't do shit! - You don't know that!
I know they can’t, and they won't!
You? You've got a whole bunch of shit!
- I made a mistake! - A mistake? Jesus!
♪ You'll be turning soft, Jell-O Hoping I was gone, hello ♪
♪ Ballin' like I'm Carmelo No baby, I came to play ♪
♪ I feel like a king today I've been going... ♪
It wasn't meant for everybody. It was meant for my friends.
Nothing is ever your fault, right?
- I'm not saying that. - Oh, yes, you are!
You keep saying it over and over and over again!
You want to know whose fault it definitely wasn't? Mine or the kids'!
But they're the ones who have to live with it, right?
Thanks to you!
Oh...
You should go.
Go where? Where?
No, we are going to call the police.
Okay? In the morning. And if it's...
Dan doing this, then we will have him arrested,
and we'll go to the landlord, and they will...
and we'll have him kicked out,
that Nazi fucking piece of shit kicked out, okay?
And if they won't, then we will move.
Okay? We will move.
We will move somewhere where nobody knows us,
okay, Amber?
There is nowhere we can move where they won't figure out
who we are.
We will always be the reapers because of you!
Our lives are ruined because of you!
What don't you get?
Dammit!
Oh, yeah.
I see you! I see you!
I know you're watching!
You're always fucking watching!
Back stairwell, now!
I... I can't do this anymore. I tried!
Don't make me the bad guy here!
I put up with your mom's shit longer than anyone would have!
You made me!
I don't give a fuck!
And do you know why?
Huh?
Because you were just as bad!
All of you, you all watched him.
You all watched that boy get killed, and none of you did a fucking thing!
And now you're here again, just fucking watching!
Watching!
Fuck you!
- Jesus Christ! - No.
- Mom? - No!
- Mom, stop. Don't! - Mommy, please!
- No, no, no. - Another death...
- Mom, please. - ...on your hands!
Stop! Stop!
- Mom! - Mom!
- Oh, my God! - Mom!
Now, talk me through this.
- You walked in, you took a cup of coffee. - I was gonna pay for it.
- I've got money, you know. - Okay, I'm not concerned about that.
Did you see anyone around? Staff? Customers?
Just that stuck-up prick that runs this place.
Alexander Lemon.
Thinks he's the goddamn king of the neighborhood.
Like we weren't here before his balls dropped.
- He was here when you came in? - Earlier.
He accused me of stealing a sandwich...
which was total bullshit!
You see him have disagreements with other customers?
Why aren't you asking me about the blood in my coffee?
I'm trying to piece together how you came to drink that.
I poured a cup.
I drank it.
It was blood!
Thank you. That'll be all.
You can go.
Fuck.
The carafe over there is full of blood, almost four liters.
Minus whatever Vlad the panhandler knocked back
and then spat out all over the floor.
And back there?
Uh, forensics said whoever did it cleaned up behind the bar, top to bottom.
Not even a fingerprint back there.
The luminol turned up some spatter, though.
Human? I'd love to hear that it was from a pig.
Don't know yet. I don't get it. Why clean up a crime scene
just to leave all the evidence in a coffee carafe?
Yeah, well, why cut off a head just to mount it on a car?
- Because you're crazy. - Or angry.
Okay, the driver, the car, the customers in the local coffee shop.
You think it's a customer's blood?
I think you need to hold off on the guesses
and find me the owner of this place.
What are you smiling at?
Nothing.
Oh... I'm so ready for summer vacation.
Yeah.
Why'd I think I liked kids?
Teenagers, for fuck's sakes?
Jesus Christ.
This little snowflake was, like, "You're giving me PTSD",
'cause I took her phone away. Dumb bitch.
Yeah.
You guys got, like, pills or anything?
Uh, we're... we're good.
Oh, come on. You know what it's like.
Oh, my gosh.
- Bye. - Bye, ya fucks!
That's me in three years.
I hope not.
- Oh, God. - Oh, so listen, I'm serious now. Um...
you know that fight that Saadia and Cassidy had?
- In the test, did she... - Kaili...
They're teenage girls.
Everything is life and death. They live for the drama.
Hey, so... so being attacked and called a terrorist,
that's... that's drama?
Whatever. So it's more Homeland than Mean Girls.
Quit stalling. Tell me what you're so happy about. Spill.
Okay, so I matched with this guy...
online and his DMs are...
- muy caliente. - Let me see. How big?
No, no, somebody might hear.
I need this to get me through my afternoon.
What am I looking for?
A beer can, or is it more swipe right if it curves right?
Hey, you are gonna get me fired.
It's... It's more, um, it's more tall boy crossed with a keg.
What?
And he's... he's meeting me for coffee at 3:00.
He's hot and he's hung, and he wants to meet you in daylight?
You might want to fuck in the first four wall space we can find,
and then split the cab.
Would you stop it, already? It's hard enough for me
to wait till 3:00 as it is.
It's hard indeed.
You are terrible. You are a teacher.
Have fun!
This one should work.
It says it's the premier app for cellphone tracking.
Will I feel safe?
What if my dad calls again and Cassidy picks up?
Relax. He probably already switched it onto airplane mode.
- I'm being serious. - So am I.
You know flight attendants are on a power trip.
At least you've flown. You should know that.
Okay, look, ten bucks says we find it in the back of some douche's car
- in the parking lot. - Can you not?
It's Cassidy. Expect the worst.
And go and buy some antibacterial wipes. That girl's like a walking STI clinic.
- It says she's still here in the school. - Okay, but what floor is she on?
Should we split up? Actually, no, let's stick together.
She's probably blowing someone in a basement somewhere.
No, it'll be faster if we split up. You take one floor, I take the other?
If she tries anything, don't engage, okay?
- Just walk away and come find me. - Okay.
I'm going to go and check the basement.
You're gonna get back your phone,
and we're gonna charge her for a hate crime
and breaking and entering.
Pretty sure it's just petty theft.
Whatever, Law & Order, it's going down.
No!
Another death here this morning...
reminded me...
of this horrible moment.
Mommy!
Mom!
Mommy! Mom!
- Violet... - Do not even start with me.
I so cannot listen to your moral bullshit. Not today.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Mommy!
Stop! That is my fucking work!
- It's a snuff film. - Get the fuck over yourself, Joe.
Do it. You know I'll just have a new one by noon.
Just take that down.
And replace it with what? What? What would people want to see instead?
You know what, though?
I was actually thinking that you and Ángel might be onto something.
I do. Man-on-man sex. I mean, some people find that very, very hot.
Back when I was writing fanfic, whenever I put two dudes together,
people would eat that shit up. It's a total thing. So, here's my idea.
We do a follow-up video,
and we, like, open the blog up to questions from all those people
- who saw you two make sweet, sweet love. - Just don't.
- Fucking against that wall. - Don't do this.
I certainly want to know, and I'm sure they do. Which you prefer?
Angel's loose ass...
or my wet pussy?
- What's wrong with you? - Let's do it.
Let's swap the fucking videos and let's give them a blow by blow.
No?
Cassidy?
Are you in here?
All right, everyone, settle down.
In the time you have allowed for this final,
you're going to be doing a full dissection and labelling,
plus answering a series of essay style questions.
Sorry.
You guys will be fine. You've got this stuff.
I'll be back with the specimens.
Hey, I found nothing. You?
- Check this out. - Can we try again when we're done?
Jen!
Hey, Rijkers, who am I?
"Reap what you sow!" "Reap what you sow!"
Miss!
"Reap what you sow!"
Oh, what, what? Wait! Are you running away?
What, are you crying? Oh, give Mom a hug.
I'll be right back.
Thanks, bitch.
- Straight there! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey!
I just asked Saadia for my bag.
I know, but she... she started her exam.
Okay? So why... why don't you come in? You've still got plenty of time.
- I don't know, that idiot, he... - Yeah, okay, Charlie?
He'll be taking his exam and the rest of the summer
in the principal's office. All right?
Do you really want to fail biology because of him?
Oh, Jen. Jen, I...
I know how hard this year has been for you.
I do.
Listen, you are so, so close.
All right? So don't let some shithead throw you off.
I want you to take all of this, all of it,
and turn it into a moment that makes you tougher.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- Okay? - Okay.
All right.
I'm so proud of you.
Oh, come on!
Really? Really? We have to come home to this shit?
Welcome home.
There are children living in this building!
They gotta learn somehow.
Your apartment is right over there.
Some things just can't wait.
You wanna head inside?
No, I want head outside.
Keep going. They can join in or leave. I don't really care.
What is wrong with you?
Absolutely nothing.
And getting better by the minute.
Okay, we're not leaving.
Well, then, you're getting a show.
Mm-hmm.
Let's go. Go!
You keep this shit up, you're gonna die an early death.
You mark my fucking words!
- Okay. Oh, fuck. - Let's go.
All right, um, you know what? Let's just take it right here.
Lighting's good. Actually, hoods up, hoods up, hoods up.
- Say, uh, "It's too late to quit!" - Too late to quit. Whoo!
Oh, God darn, it is hot under here!
Oh, the Solstice party is gonna be a sweat bath.
Yeah.
Hey, nice costume, man.
That's a serious axe, too. It looks so real.
That's not real, right?
I mean, not after this morning, right?
Whatever.
Wow.
Very nice.
Now, go have just a great summer, because you deserve it.
You, too.
- And thanks for convincing me to stay. - Of course.
- Hey. - Hey.
Ugh. The machine over there, it never dissolves all my detergent.
Yeah, and this dryer eats expensive underwear.
Listen, if you want help folding things, you can try this.
Years of retail before I gave up and became a teacher.
Gave up?
Yeah, uh... a little embarrassing, but I used to, um...
have dreams of being an actor, and then real life came my way,
and here we are, so...
But it worked out for the best, because I was just a so-so actor
and it turns out I really like a regular paycheck
and paid summer vacations, so...
I'm sorry. I'm Kaili, by the way.
Yeah, I know.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Your name's above mine on the buzzer at the front door.
Of course.
You know what? This is just gonna take too long.
Honestly, it doesn't. Here, just let me show you.
Now, give me a T-shirt.
- So, you take the t-shirt... - Mm-hmm.
...and you place it face down.
You make sure it's real smooth.
And then you take this side here...
and then you just flip it over.
And take the other side...
flip it over.
- Yeah. - And then...
take the bottom and flip it up.
And ta-da.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Uh...
anyways, I, uh...
- Have a good night. - Yeah.
You know, uh...
Kit, I... look, I know that we're just neighbors,
but the other day, in the hallway.
Oh, yeah.
I, uh...
I was a little fucked up.
- Ya think? - I'm sorry.
That, uh... that wasn't fair.
No, no, it's fine, really.
- I... I just want you to... - What?
I just want you to know that...
I know what it's like to feel lost.
I felt like that forever.
I really did.
And, I did things that I regretted in retrospect.
Like, really embarrassing things.
So... if you ever want to...
talk...
about anything, really...
I mean, you think that I fold a mean shirt...
you should hear me give advice.
- Advice? - Or I can just listen.
You know, listening is good, too.
Kaili, you know, I, uh... I get you're trying to help,
and that's great.
It's really sweet.
But it's also super fucking presumptuous.
- Sorry? - Mm-hmm. Even at my worst,
I would rather die right here, right now,
than follow any advice that ends with me
buying a piece of plastic to fold a t-shirt, unless I can smoke it.
Same goes for paychecks
and someone telling me when I can take a vacation.
I love my life.
From where I'm standing...
I'm not the one that needs help.
So, you do you.
I'm gonna do me, and I'm gonna love every minute of it.
Have a good night.
See ya.
Okay, let's see.
I'm not in the mood, asshole.
Go annoy someone else.
Do you hear me?
Fuck off!
Leave her alone!
Look, here they come.
Not this asshole.
Let's go.
Say what you came to say.
What, that I didn't do shit?
Stop being a... Jerk and apologize.
I'm sorry that you're afraid of a Halloween costume and a rubber axe,
Jennifer.
- Summer school it is. Fine by me. - Yo... Wait...
- Miss, that's bullshit. - Watch your mouth!
- Now! - Fine.
I am sorry that my costume scared you.
- Give me the robe and the axe now. - Are you serious?
- Now. - I just apologized.
Charlie?
Well, you're not taking the robes off the 25 other druids running around!
Charlie, now.
Fuck.
Fuckin' stupid.
Can I go?
Yes.
Hey, listen, I know that you've been under a lot stress, okay?
I live in the building too, remember?
And this year, it's been...
Crazy is not a strong enough word to describe what it's been,
but we have all... been victims.
And especially you... Jennifer.
And your mother.
My mom, she... she brought it on herself.
Uh...
"Reap what you sow."
I'm going inside.
Have you seen this? Is this real?
- I just woke up. Where is she? - Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
I woke... woke up and it was just... it was everywhere!
- Did you post that? - Yes. Oh, my God.
- "Fuck you, you heartless cunt." - Oh, my God.
"How dare you use God's words that way?"
- Oh, God! - "It should've been you instead."
- Jesus, what is happening? - My God, Justine.
"Dying like this is too good for you, bitch."
Is that Mom?
- It's on the news! - I don't know how that happened!
I barely have any followers!
"Tell your wife, Amber Ciotti,
she better take Jen and Connor somewhere safe,
'cause that shitty apartment is going to become murder central,
starting with you!"
- They know where we live. - 'Cause they know everything.
"Better sleep with one eye open, bitch. Comin' for the whole lot of you."
Oh, God.
- Justine. - I'm sorry!
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! - It's okay.
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! - It's okay. It's okay.
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! - It's okay. I got ya.
It's okay.
Eat it, you fuckers!
Suck it! Fuck you!
Jesus Christ!
You motherfuckers!
Eat it, bitch!
Bitch, fucking die!
- Holy shit! You don't knock? - I... I knocked.
I called out. I announced myself. I heard yelling and got concerned.
I'm sorry. You didn't answer.
You also didn't lock your door.
I'm focused when I'm working.
- I'm Detective Hanson. - I remember.
Last year.
I need a few words.
You work from home?
Have you been here all day?
Anyone else who can verify that?
My system logs everything I'm doing.
I'm game testing and the developer needs to see it all.
Why?
Alexander Lemon lives here, too.
Xander. But, why are you asking?
Do you know where he is?
At his coffee shop.
He's not there.
There was an incident at the café earlier today.
Another junkie break in?
We found a large amount of blood in one of the coffee carafes.
That's kind of weird.
- Has he called or texted? - A few hours ago.
- "Dairy free cheese is an abomination." - What?
His last text.
Can you try him for me?
So, is this typical with him?
To leave his café and not tell anyone?
He's probably at the bank or getting milk.
He left it unlocked, and he's been gone quite a while.
Is that something he does? Are there any other staff?
- Uh-uh. - He have trouble with customers?
Threats? Angry suppliers, maybe?
I don't know. Not really.
Look...
if you hear from him...
- let me know immediately. Here's my card. - Mm-hmm.
Thanks.
I can't believe people want to dress up like a murderer who was never caught.
How's that a joke?
People are dumb idiots, Saadia. You need to accept this.
What are they gonna do next, dress up like the bloody victims?
- It's not funny. - No...
and also...
What?
I don't think that dude was pretending.
- Charlie? - Charlie wasn't the one
who came after me. I'm sure of it.
- How do you know? - He was taller.
Just... It felt different.
He was moving really fast, past everyone else,
gunning straight for me, as if he was really gonna sink
that axe into my head!
Can't believe I'm gonna say this, but maybe it was some other kid.
It was a real axe, okay? I heard it scrape the ground.
Well, maybe we should call the cops, like Miss Greenberg said.
Right, so they can tell us that we're under stress,
because, of course, two teenage girls are just imagining things.
- But, Erica's dad was killed, axed and... - I know.
I don't want to be alone tonight.
Stay at our place, okay?
If anything goes wrong, at least we're together.
Okay, fine.
Since you're so scared, I'll keep you company.
Oh, my gosh.
Whoa! Oh!
Get the hell out of my car!
I'm sick and tired of these costumes.
Get out!
Hello? Anyone? Connor?
Just put your stuff anywhere.
Amber, are you here?
I have a friend over! I hope that's okay!
Jen, is that you, honey?
A woman calling her Amber. You'd think so, huh?
Uh, yeah, I'm home!
Oh, that's good. Yeah, yes, yes, that's good.
A door is not a wall until it's locked.
Amber, you remember my friend, Saadia, right?
Hello again, Mrs. Ciotti.
What's she doing here?
- Amber... - I saw you.
You know I saw you.
You didn't think I did, but I did.
A window is not a door until it's locked.
It keeps things out, but the light always finds a way in.
Just... like you.
- Maybe I should go. - Saadia's my friend.
She didn't do anything wrong.
She did everything and she did nothing.
She should burn.
You heard the lawyer!
You're just gonna have to find another job.
I posted this from my private account!
- It doesn't matter. - On my computer, in my home!
- It doesn't matter! - Yes, it does! It wasn't even a workday!
I know you want to sue! I do too! But you can't, okay?
Your reputation is their reputation!
They... They have a right to protect their business.
Oh, my God!
Oh!
Oh, my God! When is this gonna be over?
Oh, my God.
This is our home.
Me and my people have been here a lot longer, fellas.
Asshole. Fuck him.
Saadia, wait, please?
Please.
Don't take it personal.
She's confused. If she were in her right mind,
she'd know you did nothing to hurt us. Honestly.
- She's right. - No, she's not.
When people were being horrible to your mothers...
I just...
What is it?
I should've stepped up.
I should've asked my parents to be better neighbors.
Saad, come on, you know this is not your fault.
I should've been better.
I should've been a better friend to you, and I wasn't.
I'm sorry.
We're good.
Yeah?
Yeah.
You gonna be okay with...
Yeah. We'll meet up later, okay?
So we don't have to be alone.
Amber's not gonna be much company.
Fucking assholes.
We... We were having dinner and then he stood up
to go use the restroom.
I mean, really, who walks out on a date?
And then I had to, uh, yeah, I had to go pay for both of us,
so that was, uh, that was fun.
Yeah, I sure did.
No, I don't. I just want to go home. I want to fucking slit my wrists.
I'm joking.
Bad joke. I'm joking.
Anyway, anyway...
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Thank you for listening.
Okay, good night.
Kit?
- Kit? - Kaili!
- My neighbor. Okay... - You stink.
Can you... can you... can you drive me home?
Well, you're not that far.
See, the thing is, I'm really fucked up.
I'd appreciate if you could drive me home.
Oh, you could use the air. The walk will do you good.
Fuck. We live in the same fucking building.
You'll be fine. You don't need my help.
Remember? Ugh.
Really? Fuck.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no.
Oh, my God!
Goddammit, Cassidy!
How many times do I gotta tell you to take your key
before you leave the apartment?
Jesus Christ.
What the fuck do you want?
- Is Cassidy here? - No, she's not.
Look, I don't want to be here, either, okay.
Cassidy stole my phone, and I need it.
I tried to find her at school. She wasn't there.
Could you please just look in her room to see
- if it's there or something? - No, I won't.
- Hey, buddy! - Hey, man. You done?
Ooh, yeah! Finally free of this place!
Oh, my God, I would be outta here, at home, getting high as a fucking kite,
ready for the Solstice party, but...
- fucking Greenberg stole my costume, so... - She got you, too?
- What is her problem? - Yeah. I don't know, man.
She's telling me, like, "It's insensitive
to the trauma in our community.
Like, really, ask yourself, Charlie,
why do you get joy off bringing people sorrow?"
I'm, like, "Uh, easy, because it's fun!"
Like, fuck!
I'm so fucking happy to be done with this bullshit.
- Yeah. Let's do it. - Yeah, please.
Let's get outta here, go get fucked up, go party!
Hello, miss! We're here! Hey, miss!
Oh, just a sec.
Here you go, sir.
Help! Help! Fuck!
Somebody help! Help! Help!