[ music playing ] - Don't you care about me? Don't you care about me at all? Liberty, I'm talking to you! - I don't wanna talk to you! - I thought you were my friend! "Best friends forever,"
you said it! Best friends forever! - Those are just words, Olivia. - You're acting like--
- Like what? - You're just too much! - I'm not crazy, Lib! - I never said you were crazy! - No, but you think I'm crazy! You think I'm crazy
just like she was! You even said it! - I never said
anything like that. - You didn't have to! You know,
I thought you were real. I thought you were my friend!
I trusted you! - You know,
well, I never trusted you! - What did you say? - Ow! Olivia, you're hurting me. Ow! Stop! - I can't believe I trusted you. - Ohh! - You're not my friend! You're no one's friend! - [ screams ] [ body lands ] [ pop music ]
- ♪ So get things right... - James Baldwin
came from New York. Um, Elizabeth Egan
lives in New York. Jonathan Safran Foer lives in-- Well, he actually lives in D.C.,
which is like New Yorky. Uh, Jared Cohen
lives in New York. William Gaddis is from New York
and Elizabeth Gilbert. You've read "Eat, Pray, Love,"
right? - Okay, Deandra, I get it. - All I'm saying, Mom, is that
if you want to be a writer in this country,
you have to live in New York. - I understand
what you're saying, but you understand
our situation, right? I mean, if I could let you
live with your father for the last year and a half
of high school... - I can live with my father for
the last year of high school. - then I would
let you live with him. - He said I could,
which should be enough because he is my father,
and he's my guardian. - No, he's not. - Am I learning
a deep, dark family secret? - [ chuckles ] - Is my dad not really my dad? Is it a dad
I've never met before? - You're cute, especially
when you're argumentative, which, lucky for you,
is literally all the time. Anyway, your father
is your father, but he's not your guardian.
I'm your guardian, and, as soon as you graduate, if you get into the right school
with the right scholarship, then you can absolutely move
to New York. - But I want to go now, Mom.
I'm ready now. - I know, but it's
not realistic, okay? I can't afford boarding school
for you there, and, with your father
out of the country so often, I can't leave you alone in his empty apartment
in New York City. I mean,
we're moving to Willoughby, because, well, I got a job here
and it's got a great school and because of what happened
at your last school. - Oh, my gosh.
- Ah, you remember, don't you? You wrote a tell-all
about the principal having a threesome
with both English teachers and posted it
on the school paper. - Well, it was true. The whole soccer team
walked in on 'em. - That may be the case,
but it's not appropriate for a school newspaper. - I just think
that the whole school should know
what's going on, Mom. Truth matters, right? - Now you sound
like your father. - [ chuckles ]
It's not a bad thing. - No, it's not, but you
still can't move to New York to live with him, though. - Ugh. Suburgatory.
- Ha. You may not have blonde hair,
but I did have you at your age. so, "suburgatory," that's
a reference I actually get. [overlapping chatter] - Pick me up at 3:00? - Uh, maybe a few minutes after.
- Mom. - Okay, 3:00. Promise. [ scream echoes ] - [ gasps ] Um, excuse me? - Sorry. Sorry. - You should watch where you're
swinging that spring-2015 bag. - [ chuckles ] Nice one, Adele. - I didn't mean
to bump into you. I was just trying
to get around you. I'm sorry. - I think she did, Ad. - No. No, no, no.
I-I didn't. I was-- She stepped in front of me
and behind--It was--Sorry. - I think she just said
you have a big, fat butt, Ad. - No. No, no, no, no, no. I-I'm sorry, okay? - Sure. Oh, my God! This phone is ancient! I mean, seriously,
this is the oldest phone I've ever seen
in my whole entire life. Like, I think my mom
maybe had this phone when she was in preschool
or maybe when she was. - Probably runs on dial-up.
- [ gasps ] Yes. Ah, it's a dial-up phone
for a dial-up girl. Here, sweetie. [ gasps ] Oops. - [ sighs ] Gotta get out of here. [ overlapping chatter ] - All right, guys! Pay attention, please!
Eyes up front! So today we're gonna continue
yesterday's lesson on what makes a good poem. And the three things
that we're focusing on is, is it entertaining,
does it tell a story, and how it makes you feel. And for those of you
who weren't here yesterday, I have an example
written on the board for you. "The mind is its own place,
and, in itself, can make a hell of a heaven." Does anybody have any questions? Anybody? All right. Pair up, and share
your work with a partner. - Hey. Hey. - Oh, hey. - Show me your poem.
I'll show you mine. - Okay, sure. [ chuckles ] [ music playing ] "Because loss is not loss "Pain is not pain But for us choosing it
Again and again and again." - That--Oh, my God,
that's amazing. You just wrote that in class? - Yeah.
It's a little rough, but... - It's heartbreaking. - Thank you. All right, read yours. - It's really bad. It's just
about a friend of mine. I don't like it that much. - "She was bitter.
She was sweet. "She tried hard
to make ends meet. But some things
are better left unsaid." "Once our lips part, we're better off dead." "She was pain. She was beauty." "She was a true friend. She was Liberty." Wow, it was so sweet. Who's Liberty? - Um, she was my best friend. - Was?
- [ bell rings ] Teacher: All right, people.
Have a good day! And if you're
on my Journal crew, we're having a meeting about the spring issue
after school today. - Hey, um, you should
look into joining Journal. You're a great writer. It's extra credit, which I hate, but you might like it. - Yeah, it's probably
not best I do that. I, um, tend to write myself
into trouble. Your friend seems cool, though. - She was the coolest. - Barry. Barry! Barry, listen to me! She wants to live with you. [ sighs ] She asks me nonstop, and you're jerking her chain. No, I'm not saying
that you're a jerk. I'm just saying you need
to be honest with her, okay? You need to tell her the truth. - Renee. - I just--
- Renee. - All right, I gotta go.
Is everything okay? - That lady in two is ready.
It's gonna be a long night. - All right.
What, has she dilated, too? - Yeah, she is.
She's an impossible one, too. - All right. - [ sighs ]
Trouble, trouble, trouble. - ...is that worse?
- Sure. - Great. Okay, so the teen runaway story
that Elsie pitched last week-- - Elsie's out
with mono, Mr. Mather. - Okay. Then, how about-- Oh, hi, there. Deandra, right? - Uh, yeah,
that's right, Mr. Mather. - Nice poem today.
You looking to join us? - Yeah. Yeah, I think so. - What kind of experience
do you have other than poems? - Um, I've written
some, like, short stories. I was the editor
on my school paper at the last school I was at, so I've written
some flash fiction, a couple novels-- - I'm sorry. Did you say novels?
- Yeah. Yeah, actually,
the last novel I wrote was, um, about this girl
who ran away, so I was wondering,
if you haven't assigned anybody to that piece,
I could possibly... - Yeah, yeah, definitely.
Uh, Elsie was working with-- - Who was it again?
- Me. - Hey, Dial-Up. - You guys already
know each other? Great. Let's team you up on this one. - Great. - You guys already gathered a bunch of research
on this, correct? - Welcome aboard, Deandra.
Grab a chair. - Thanks. [ sighs ] - Hey, Dial-Up! Hey! Dial-Up! - It's Deandra, actually. - Whatever. So I hope you're
all excited to do this story, - 'cause I could not care less.
- What does that mean? - It means you're
gonna write it, mostly. - I'll punch it up, though.
- You're gonna punch it up? - Yeah, that means,
like, make it better. - No, no, no.
I know what it means. I just don't think
you'll need to do that. - [ scoffs ] Okay. Impressed with yourself much? My name comes first
on the byline either way. - Why? - Because I was
on the story first. I did all the research. - Yeah, but I'm
writing the story. - Ah. I'm so glad
you understand. - So the hospital's
a pretty decent size. Well, except for my unit, but Labor and Delivery
usually is smaller. Deandra, why aren't you eating? - I don't know.
- Is everything okay? - Just tired. - Well, maybe you should
go to bed early tonight. - Yeah.
- Hey, I'm sorry that I was late
picking you up today, okay? We had a breech birth. Am I talking to a wall?
You're on your phone. - Well, maybe,
if it actually worked, I could use it instead of
waiting for it to do anything. It's, like, 40 years old. - Honey, is something wrong? - Yeah. I hate it here. - I know. You've said so. - No. You don't know.
You keep saying that you know, but you do not actually know. I hate it here. - Look, the first
couple days are hard. - I'm just gonna
go do my homework. - Is the Internet working?
- Yeah, it is. - Faster than dial-up?
- What? - Never mind. Hey, Adele, here's our article. - Can you just send it to me
by rotary phone? - That's pretty funny. - Is it?
Because you didn't laugh. - Ha-ha. - See? Was that so hard? - Here. Anyways, just--
Here's the article. - Seriously, just send it to me. - But I have it right here
if you just-- - [ gasps ] Oh, my God! This shirt is worth more
than your house, Dial-Up! - God, I am so sorry!
- You bumped into me. You tried to steal my story! You ruined my favorite outfit!
What's your problem? - I don't have a problem?
I don't-- - Yeah, you do, and it's me. - Damn, Adele, you trying
to do a Carrie imitation? - Shut up, Olivia. - Did you just tell me
to shut up, Smelly Adelly? 'Cause I believe
in the First Amendment. You got a problem
with the First Amendment? - I don't even know what
the hell you're talking about. You're a crazy person! [ shrieks ] - Looks like you wrote yourself
into trouble after all. - Oops.
- [ chuckles ] Come on. You know, we used to be friends. - You and Adele? Hmm. - We were best friends
when we were younger. But she's so fake, you know?
Everyone here is so-- - So fake.
- Thank you. - I don't think
you're fake, though. - I don't know how to be fake. - Sometimes I wish I could be. - You're doing pretty good. - Whoa, whoa! Careful there, pretty ladies. - Sorry. - Nothin' a hug couldn't fix. [ chuckles ] I'm just kidding. - God, I hate that guy.
He's such a creep. - What are you doing? - Nothin', pretty lady. - Come on.
- [ chuckles ] [ music playing ] [ both laugh ] - Nice.
- Ooh. - Good work. [ both laugh ] ♪ The lights come on - ♪ Your eyes grow wide
- Ow! - Ow!
- ♪ You change their color ♪ This place is done ♪ Let's raise the flag
and find the others ♪ ♪ The keys to me,
their walls to rage ♪ ♪ Is crazy,
shaking in its cage... ♪ - Her pigtails
make her like a pig. - Oink, oink.
- [ laughs ] - "Aren't you glad
I'm not Adele?" - ♪ The night is young,
and when it's old ♪ ♪ I don't even wanna know
exactly where I'll be ♪ ♪ With my best friend ♪ I'm going home
with my best friend ♪ ♪ Going home
with my best friend... ♪ - Kinda like this town now
'cause of you. - Really? Aw, stop it. I'm blushing. [ both chuckle ] - I got you, Dee. - Yeah. We're in this together. - ♪ This could be
your best life... ♪ - Dee, I'm home! [ girls laughing ] [ muffled music continues ] Deandra? - [ laughing ] - Gosh. Okay, okay. "Jerry thought he was smart. "He assumed that being smart
would be enough to save him. "All his life,
he'd been told this, "but all his life now,
in this moment, "was a bubble of soap, rainbow hued, tender,
empty, and about to burst." Wow. You wrote this when? - Couple years ago. - This is amazing.
- It's... - A-And that kid, Jerry,
he was at your old school? - Mm-hmm. - That seems so cool. - Trust me.
It was not that cool. - Well, you were living
in a city at least. - I mean, it had
movie theaters and a museum, but this place is cool
in its own way. - There's nothing cool
about this place... except you. You're someone I feel like
I can really trust, Deandra. - [ laughs ] [ soft chatter ] - Wow. Great outfit. - [ sighs ] Somebody stole
my clothes in gym class. - Who would do such a thing? - Is this your punch-up? - Did you just say
you want me to punch you? - No. I just want you
to finish the whole-- - Who asked what you want,
Dial-Up? - You literally just asked-- - I like your shorts. They really show off
your thick thighs. I mean, it is better
than what you normally wear. - Why are you
giving me this stuff? - Oh, because I punched it up, and now you get
to put it back together. - What you working on, Adele? - You're not in Journal, Olivia. - No. Extra-credit work
offends me, but I do have ideas. Maybe I should join,
you know, for the company. - Oh, Lilith, wait up! - [ laughs ] - She is right, though. Your wardrobe
could use an update. - Mm. - I'll help. Come on. - Wait. Where you going? - We're going to the mall. - I have one more period. - Yeah, of math. Like, who cares? - Well, okay. Well, it is only one class. - Deandra, you only live once.
Don't waste it on math. Or you could just,
you know, stay here and wait for Adele to come back. - Let's go.
- Yes. Come on. My girl. - ♪ This could be
your best life ♪ ♪ Don't be so afraid ♪ Don't throw it all away... - It's so true. We'd always
go to this restaurant that was open at 2 A.M.,
but it wasn't, like, one of those diners
that's open 24 hours. It was a legit restaurant, and I, uh, got a leek
and lamb sandwich. - When are you
gonna visit your dad? - I don't know. - God, I wish
I could go with you. I've never been
to, like, an actual city. - Oh, my God.
Liv, you would love it. If we stay with my dad, he lives next to
this 24-hour train station. We could go anywhere
at any time. There's, like,
movies in the park, poetry readings in the park,
people everywhere, - just everything everywhere.
- [ store music playing ] - Let's do it. Let's go. - Yeah. It's not that simple. My Dad's a photojournalist, so he's always
out of the country. Plus, he lives in a studio, so there's probably
not enough room. - So ask. Look, if you--
if you ask and he says no, just ask again
and then again and then again. How do you not know this? - See, that's not the problem,
because he always says yes. - So, then, let's go. - Then he's impossible
to pin down. And he's like,
"Oh, give me a date, kid." And I give him a date,
and he's like, "Sorry.
I'm in a different country, in, uh, Zanzibar, and, uh,
let me check my calendar." Then he never does. - What the heck is Zanzibar? - It's an island
on the side of Tanzania. - ♪ This could be
your best life... ♪ - Like that necklace? - Yeah, it's gorgeous, but I can never afford it. Can never afford
any of this stuff. - Come on.
This stuff is so cute. Just try it on. - Liv, this stuff is, like, $75. - Come on.
Let's see how it fits. - What--What are we doing here?
Are you, like, trying to steal-- - Shh. Keep your voice down. - Uh, ladies,
can I help you with anything? Different sizes? - Um, yeah, could I just get,
like, a bottle of water? That'd be great. - Sure. I-I'll find something. - Would you relax? It's not that big of a deal. - It's a huge deal,
because, if I get caught, I'm not gonna
get into college, I'll be a criminal,
and I'll never be a writer. - This is your problem, okay? You make big deals
out of nothing and you never take risks, okay? We're not gonna get caught
if you just calm down. Just lay low,
and breathe a little bit, and have some fun.
Okay, you never do. - Okay.
- All right. Ready? - Yeah.
- Good? Let's go. - ♪ I'm just trying
to have you stay with me... ♪ - Here's your water. - Oh, I'm not thirsty anymore.
Thanks. - How were the sizes? - Uh, the sizes were fine, but it was a little boxy,
right, Eleanor? - Yeah, that's right. - Thanks, though!
Would you relax? It's like you want us
to get caught. - That was crazy. You're acting
like it--they're nothing! - It wasn't that brave, okay? I knew that the alarms
in the store were turned off. - Ladies! Your shirts
look a little fuller. - Rude! - You need to come with me. I've never seen a girl
wear three bras and two shirts
at the same time. - You ever go to Match.com? - You're pretty funny. Think going to jail's funny? - Going to jail
for wearing layers? - Look, shoplifters
will be prosecuted to the fullest extent
of the law. - Officer, I'm all for that,
but these are our clothes. Mark my words, this is a trend. You're gonna
see this everywhere. - Do you have anything
you wanna say... Deandra? - Oh, my God,
you're gonna scare her. Most kids are scared of cops. - Good!
- Yo, Eden, I just got a call
from Lot D Satellite Station. Looks like they
just broke up a fight. Martin wants to know
if he has to file a report. - Hey, Dan. - Olivia. What'd you guys do? - Nothing. - Come on. Livi, Livi, Livi. All right, I'll just
have to process you both. - Me first!
- Okay, you first. - Looks like they need
some backup over there, Dan. You done processing them? - Yep.
They've learned their lesson. All right, girls.
Stay out of trouble. - Sir, yes, sir. - And I don't wanna see you
back here again. - I promise. - [ sighs ] Oh, my gosh.
What did you give him? - My mom's special blend.
- Of what? - Of don't worry about it.
Let's go. [TV playing indistinctly] - [ laughs ] - Hey, sweetie. Oh, that's a cute shirt. Where'd that come from? - Mm. It's Olivia's. - Oh, she lent it to you? - No, she gave it to me. - Looks brand-new.
- Yeah. I think it just, like,
didn't fit her or something. - Well, why would
she buy it, then? - I don't know, Mom. What, am I supposed to ask her,
like, 20 questions? It's rude not to accept
a gift, right? - Eh, right. - [ laughing ] [ whistling ] - [ laughs ] I'm sorry.
There's no way that happened. - Okay, I promise you it did. - No, it didn't.
I'll be right back. - You know, you can make that
in the microwave. - This is the best way. - So, Olivia... - Yes, Mrs. Laird? - Oh, Ms. I'm no longer married. - Right. Deandra said. Sorry. - No, no problem. So, you and Deandra... you two have
been getting along. - Yeah. She's like
the best person ever. - Well, no argument
from me there. Um, what about your parents? - What about them? - Well, what do they do? - Um, well,
my parents are divorced, so-- Uh, I have a stepdad.
He's okay, I guess. My mom, she stays at home,
and my dad, my real dad's
always working, traveling. - Hmm. Like Deandra's father. [ popcorn popping ] - He's a journalist, right? - A photojournalist,
but artistic. I think that's
where Deandra gets it from. - She's the most amazing writer. She's gonna win like, awards,
and accolades and Pulitzers. and I'm gonna be, like,
the head of Team Deandra. - Oh, but you strike me as a very driven
and ambitious person. - Ambitious? I don't know. [ popping quiets ] Passionate, yes. - What are you passionate about? - My friends. Dude, this popcorn's so good,
it's gonna kill you. - Oh, I would so die
for popcorn. - Oh, I've already died
for popcorn, so we're both dead, and we're
zombies who love popcorn. - Ooh! Popcorn.
- [ both moan ] - Okay, the movie's all set up,
so it's-- - Let's go. Let's go. Come on. - [ laughs ] - Oh, nice. Okay. Oh, wow. - Okay, okay.
- Rude. Okay, I'll try. [ gasps ] What?!
That's not fair! Okay, try again. - [ both laugh ]
- You're bad. Okay, ready? - Well, I've got--
- Oh, my gosh. [ whispering ] Hey. Hey. - What are you doing?
- Put this on. - What time is it?
- Time to go. Your mom's asleep. - Okay, I don't understand.
What-- - We're going to a party. -Whose party are we going to?
- Jake Gibbons'. - Like, from the Journal?
- Mm-hmm. - He said he saw you
staring at him, and he's totally into you. - He said that? Wait. I'm so confused. I never-- - Well, I talked to him for you. - Yeah, but I don't think
I ever told you that-- - Yeah, and I'm, like,
2/5 mad about it and 3/5 way too excited
to see you two get married and have tons of sex
and a bazillion babies. - I don't think I should, Liv. I mean, it's like--
I've never snuck out before, and I can't just,
like, lie to my mom. It's just me and her.
It just wouldn't be right. - Jake is waiting for you, Dee. Do you want me
to show you the text? Or I can just go without you. - No. - I'll come.
- Yay. Trust me, Dee.
Jake is all about you. And it's not like it's
just you and your mom, okay? It's just you and me. Besides, if she
doesn't know you snuck out, then it's not like you lied
to her in the first place, so it's a win-win. God, you take forever. Come on. Oh, my gosh. Come-- Come on. Hurry up. You look gorgeous. Jake's gonna die. Come on! Let's go. Shh. Jake's waiting. [ chuckles ] - You're so bad. [ hip-hop music playing ] ♪ Ooh, girl, you bad - ♪ I get my whip
- ♪ I get my whip - ♪ I tell the homies
I holler, then I dip ♪ - ♪ So why you mad?
- ♪ Mad? - ♪ So why you snitch...
- Hey! Hey! - What, you--
- Hey! - You know these people? I thought you said
you weren't popular. - What? No. I'm totally popular.
I just don't care about it. - Hey, Liv. Why don't you
come around anymore? - PTSD from your B.O., Caleb! - Oh! Death shot! - Oh, my God, there's Jake. Look at his hair. Tryin' way too hard, buddy! Come on! Go talk to him! - Whoa. What did he
exactly say about me? - Why does it matter, okay? You just--
You do what you want, okay? Let everybody else
decide what's real and what's fake
and what's cool, okay? None of that matters. - What you talking about? - Dee, you got in trouble for telling the truth
at your old school, right? - Yeah, but I probably
shouldn't have posted it all over the Internet
for everybody to see, so... - Are you kidding me?
Of course it should have been. It was real and genuine,
and--and it was spontaneous. You know, you just--
you need that kind of you know, you need
that kind of bravery, okay? And, look, you got me
by your side, okay? And I'm amazing,
almost as amazing as you. Oh, my God! I love this song! Go, go, go! - Hey!
- Hi. - I like the thing you wrote about, uh, the runaways
with Adele. It's, like, super solid. - Wow. Thank you.
I, uh--[ laughs ] I really liked that photo spread
you put on the website. It really--really made
everything flow, you know what I mean? Is flow a word?
I'm not really sure. - Yeah.
- It's a word? - No, flow's a word.
- Oh, my God. What are you doing? - I'm sorry. - Jake, are you seriously
flirting with Dial-Up? - What? No. We're just talking. - Mm-hmm.
I know what that means. I'm the unfortunate receiver
of his late-night hook-up texts. - I don't think I ever
texted you, like ever, Adele. - [ laughs ] Okay, sure. You wanna see his,
like, 100 shirtless selfies? He's honestly pretty yoked
underneath that polo shirt. - No, that's okay. - Oh, looks like she's
not interested after all. I'm sorry, Jake. - Seriously, Adele, like he said, uh,
we were just talking, so, uh, you don't have to create
this whole reality show. - Nobody asked you, new girl. Besides, this is my house,
so what I say goes. - Oh, this is your house? - [ laughs ] Duh! Ah, you're so cute, Diedre! - [ chuckles ] - Oh! I didn't say
you could leave, Dial-Up. - I didn't ask
for your permission, you bobble-headed idiot! Oh, yeah, and, Jake,
I will see you in class, and you could dial me up.
Heh heh. - Oh, that's it. You're dead. [ screams ] What are you doing, you psycho?! - What? Sorry. I can't hear you over
all the glass shattering. - [ shrieks ]
- [ bottle shatters ] God! That bottle
was imported from Rome! - Oh, my God, was it, really? [ crowd gasping ] - Get out.
Get out of my house! No! No! No. Wait, wait, wait! - What? Oh. Oh, then you're
gonna have to ask nicer. - Okay, okay! I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it! - Ask me to stay at your party. [ guests laughing ] - Will you please-- - Sorry, I can't hear you. - Will you please stay
at my party?! - Apologize to Deandra. - [ scoffs ] - Oh, okay.
- No, stop! Stop. I'm sorry I was mean to you. - Deandra.
- What? - Her name is Deandra. - I'm sorry I was mean
to you, Deandra! Will you please
stay at my party?! - Hmm. No, thanks. - [ laughing ] - Yeah, this party sucks,
anyways. - [ screaming ] - Let's go, Dee. - [ crying ] - That was insane! You just got the bottle,
and you're like, bam! - Thank you. Thank you. I try. - Oh, my God, your hand. - It's fine. It's... - Hi, Mom. It's, uh-- - Whoa, what are you doing?
Stop! Hang up! - What were you thinking?
- My--My mom's a nurse! She-- - Now she's gonna tell
my stepdad, and he's gonna beat me
like he always does! - Olivia, what do you mean,
he's gonna beat you? - You know, I protected you!
I trusted you! I thought you were my friend!
I hate you! - What? - Olivia! Olivia!
- [ siren bloops ] - Leave me alone!
I don't wanna-- You called the cops? - No.
- Deputy: Stop! - No, no.
I didn't call the cops! - I was just trying to help you!
- Unbelievable. - Don't move, young lady. What seems to be
the trouble here? - Nothing, officer. - All right, I know who you are, and we know what you did. - What?
- Come with us. - W-What are you talking about?
- Come on. - No, please let me go.
- Olivia. - It's a mistake!
- No. No, no, no. - Deputy: Let her go!
- Olivia! - Go back in the house!
- Olivia! - Do you want me
to cuff you up, too?! - Olivia!
- Hey! Back in the house! - No. No, no, I'm sorry, okay? I'm--Olivia! No, I'll get you out, okay? [ tapping window ]
I'll get you out. Olivia! Olivia! - Back from the car! - Oh! Hey, Liv! Liv! How's your hand? I'm sorry I called my mom, okay? I was just worried about you
because you were bleeding a lot. She yelled at me
for, like, an hour in the car, but I didn't call
the cops, okay? They came way too quickly. Maybe somebody at the party did
because it was too loud? I don't know who called, but I
promise you it wasn't me, okay? - I did! I called the cops, because this girl
is totally insane. - You're the insane one, Adelly. - Smelly Adelly? So rude. [ both laughing ] - You're amazing.
- No, you're amazing. What's wrong, Dial-Up? - Nice necklace. - Oh, thanks.
This sweet girl gave it to me. I've been eyeing it for weeks. - I didn't know you two were-- - What, friends? We were BFFs
in, like, the second grade, unlike Lilith,
who was always the snake that steals people's boyfriends! You know, my mom was actually
really mad about the wine. - Seriously?
- Yeah, but I told her it was the boys from Millikan
that broke it. She's always hated that school.
It is so trash. Oh, I'm sorry.
This is a private conversation. - [ chuckles ]
- What's her deal? - [ whispering ]
She's honestly... - No, she's unstable. I mean-- - Oh, you are so sweet. [ indistinct conversation ] [ TV playing indistinctly ] - Deandra?
What are you doing home? - I don't feel good.
- Well, I didn't get a call. Did you tell the office? You cannot leave school without
telling the office, Deandra! - Just please
stop yelling at me, okay? I feel bad enough as is. - Well, what's wrong? - Everything. - Well, what does that mean? - I'm just gonna go to bed.
- Deandra. Deandra! [ door closes ] Deandra, honey,
what is going on? Did some trouble happen
with your friend? Hmm? Sweetie. - She's mad that I called you. - Well, I can understand that,
but, you know, you called
because she was hurt, okay? - Her dad hits her
when he's angry. - Wait. What? Wait. What did you say? - Olivia told me
that her stepdad hits her when he's angry. - Well, he can't do that. That's illegal, Deandra! - Okay! Then, why don't
we just call the cops and make me way more popular?! - Honey.
- I hate this place, Mom! I hate it! I just--I wanna
live somewhere else, okay? Why can't I
just go live with Dad? Why can't you just let me
do that, already? - You know
it is not that simple! - Why? 'Cause he
doesn't want me? - Th-That is not it, okay? You know, your father loves you.
He just-- Look, I think that
you'd like it better here if you just found
another friend. - Yeah. How 'bout no friends
at all anymore... - Deandra.
- forever? Sounds great. Oh, and no family, either. - Hi. - Hi. Um... I'm Deandra's mom, Renee. - Solange. Nice to meet you. - Can I come in? - Uh, maids are cleaning.
It's... very busy in there. - Um, well, I just wanted to
talk about Olivia and Deandra. - Deandra is a very... lively girl. [ chuckles ] - Yes, she--she is.
Well, so is Olivia. - No. Olivia is more
of a sensitive type, I think. - So is Deandra. Um, speaking of
our sensitive girls, I really hope
that Olivia's stepfather didn't take it the wrong way with the girls
going to that party. I didn't want them
to go, obviously. - Wait. What do you mean, stepfather taking it
the wrong way? - Well, Deandra
had said that Olivia... said that he was strict,
punitive. - I-I don't know
what you're talking about. - I'm not trying
to be accusatory. It's just that being
a medical professional, I have to take each statement-- - Olivia doesn't have a stepdad. - Wh-What do you mean? - I mean Olivia
doesn't have a stepfather. But I am her stepmother, if that's what
you're talking about. Olivia's father is at work now. He'll be back in two hours. - So Olivia's mother
has remarried, then? - No. She's dead. She died 10 years ago, and I helped Stan,
Olivia's father, put the pieces back together. We're her family,
and I'm her mother. And, as her mother,
I really don't think Deandra's a good influence
on Olivia. She was the one
that convinced Olivia... - No, actually...
- to go to that party - where she got hurt.
- that was Olivia... - And I've told Olivia
I don't think they should be friends anymore,
and I stand by that. - No, actually--
- But thanks for coming by! - Actually, Solange, I just-- - That just doesn't make-- Do you think that her mom
was lying to you? - I considered that. She's not a very nice person,
Olivia's stepmom, but, no, I don't
think she's lying. I think Olivia's lying to you. - Why would she do that? - [ sighs ]
I don't know, Deandra. - Just this is, like-- This is crazy! I don't-- - It's not normal, no. What do you wanna do? - I don't know. I mean,
if she's lying to me, I-I can't trust her. I don't-- - That's not what I mean, honey. Should we start looking
at other schools? I mean, there's a private school
about two miles from here. - Mom, we can't afford that.
- You know what? If I - pick up some extra hours--
- We moved here for the school. - No, honey,
we moved here for you, and, if this isn't working, then we'll
figure something else out. But I do have to say
I don't think going to New York is the right choice right now. The reason why
I say that is because-- - Because my dad doesn't
want me to live with him. - No. I think he thinks he does. I think he's just scared
of the responsibility. I don't know, Deandra, but I know it's not
because he doesn't love you. I know he loves you. You know that he does
love you, right? Don't you? - What's the point of love if you can't rely on a person? - You can always
count on me, okay? Always. Okay. - Guess I'll
just finish up the school year - and get into college...
- Yeah. - And then put all my focus
on there. I mean, I mean, who stays friends with
people in high school, anyways? - Right?
- Nobody. I didn't, okay? And, look,
you can always go to New York if you wanna go there
for college or someplace else. Or--You know what? Iowa has
a great writing program, right? Or you can study
in another country if that's what you want. - I don't think
I wanna leave the country. - Mm, thank God. It's gonna be okay. Come here. - Just one more year. One more year. [ door creaks ] [ girl crying ] Olivia? - Hi. - Are you--
- I-I'm fine. - What happened? - You don't care. - Adele? - [ scoffs ] You know, she's-- She's just such a liar,
you know. God, she just--
She was just using me to get back at Lilith, and then
the second that they were okay, then she just dropped me
like when we were kids! I hate her! I'm done with her!
I hate her! I can't stand her! I'm done with her! I hate her! - Stop this, okay?
You're gonna get in trouble. - I don't care.
I hate everybody. I hate everybody in this world, except you, and you hate me. [ wrench rattles ] - I don't hate you. - You should. - You lied to me
about your mom and your dad. - I know. - Why? - I just wanted you to like me. - But I do like you. - I never know
if people actually like me or if they're just using me
for entertainment. I always have to prove myself
in everything I do. - You don't
have to prove yourself. - Maybe you think that. Nobody else does. - Well,
maybe that's high school. But maybe the rest of the world
isn't like that. Least, I hope not. You're awesome, Liv. - You, too. - [ chuckles ] Just trying to make it out. - No. No, you're amazing. You're the most amazing person
I've met since... - Liberty? - No. My mom. She was so beautiful, you know,
in her own, like, quirky way, and, you know, my dad and I
always tried to tell her, but she couldn't find it... happiness. So she killed herself. - What? - I don't--I don't
tell people that, okay? I only told Liberty,
and she's gone. - Is this real, Olivia? - Yes. I wish it wasn't. Look, I-I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry I lied to you, and I will never
lie to you again. Just please like me. - I do like you. - You forgive me? - Mostly. - That's good enough for me. And I have the most amazing plan
to get back at Adele. - Really?
- Yeah. You're gonna love it. [ music playing ] Excuse me. [ music continues ] [ school bell rings ] - [ blows whistle ]
One lap around the red! Let's go! Let's go! - So, what exactly
is your plan with that thing? - It's really simple.
I did most of it this morning, but I ran out of time, 'cause people came in
from volleyball practice. I just need, like, two seconds,
if you'll distract the coach. - But, like, what are
you doing with it? - I'm gonna scare her. She's gonna, like,
pee her pants. - With a wrench? You gonna,
like, hit her in the head? - Oh, my God, no!
Nothing like that. Just you'll see in assembly. - Girls, let's pick up the pace!
Come on! - Come on.
Go ask him a question. - Like what?
- I don't know. Like, about your period.
He always freaks out about stuff like that. It doesn't have to be
about your period. It's just a suggestion. Go. - Hey, Coach, can I ask you
a question real quick? - Are you having
some kind of issue? - Well, sort of.
- If you have any kind of issue, I want you to go
to the nurse, okay? - Actually, I was thinking
of joining the volleyball team. I know I'm late, but I actually just got here, so maybe
it shouldn't matter much. - Yeah. Yeah, sure, sure, sure. - I was wondering
if I could sub sometime? Coach, you... - I-I gotta talk
to Coach Maysles. You ever have any experience? - I'm a killer. - All right. Get back in line. We'll talk about it. [ blows whistles ] Let's keep it up!
Almost there, guys! - [ whispering ] Let's go.
- Let's go! [ blows whistle ] Five more laps!
Let's go! Let's go! Five more! [ bleachers creak ] - So can you really tell me
what you did this time? - You'll see. Don't be rushy. - Ah, well,
I'm on the volleyball team now. - You play volleyball?
- No. - Oh, my God,
this is going perfect. Okay, so Adele and Lilith only ever sit at the top
of the bleachers. - Why? So they can just talk
during the assembly? - No, because it's
the best lighting for selfies. Also because Adele thinks
she's the top dog, so she's always
defending her turf. Like she's in the mob
or something. - Grab a seat, please.
- How exhausting. - Grab a seat.
We're starting in seven minutes. - Oh, my God,
is that Jake talking to Adele? - Yeah, it is. - Doesn't he know he's
supposed to be in love with you? - Obviously not. - No one can be trusted. - It's okay.
I didn't like him that much. - Yeah, I guess I was just
shipping you two for no reason. At least, now you'll get
to see him scream like a baby. - Olivia, what did you do? - I loosened a couple nuts.
- You what? - Under the support bleachers. Look, now it's
gonna be super wobbly when they go up. Watch. - [ scoffs ] No way, guys.
That's our spot. - Okay, but Jake
is going up there with them. Olivia: Okay,
would you calm down? I didn't do anything that major. - Hey, Jake! Jake! Don't--
- Deandra! What are you doing? - [ screams ] - Oh, my God!
- [ clanging ] - [ screaming ]
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God! - Oh, my God.
- All right, you okay? [ overlapping chatter ] - What happened? [ laughs ] - Put that thing away! - Somebody call a nurse!
Everybody back away! Okay, everybody back away! - Who did this?! [ crying ] - Stay back. - What happened? [ no audible dialogue ] [ basketballs bouncing ] - I can't believe this, Deandra. I mean, what were we
just talking about? This is incredibly bad judgment. - Why judgment, Mom? - We're here for a reason,
aren't we? - I-I don't know the reason. None of the kids got hurt.
There was-- There was a mat
underneath the bleachers. I mean, it was--
everybody just got scared. - Oh, one of the girls
broke an arm. Someone could have died,
Deandra! - Kids--Kids could have died!
- Mom, I told you, okay? - I didn't do it.
- [ sighs ] You could be expelled
from school. - Fine. I hate this place. I'll just g-get expelled.
I'll get my G.E.D. - Oh, because so many writers start their brilliant careers
with a G.E.D. - Well, we might as well
just adjust to reality, Mom, know that nobody's perfect,
nothing's amazing. - Ah, Deandra. - May as well give up now.
- What? - Solange. - Hello, Renee. - [ chuckles ] Oh, my God. - You stop that
right now, young lady. - Or what? You'll take away
my allowance, Solange? - [ sighs ] Let's go. - [ mouths words ] - Deandra, Renee,
can you please come in? - Let's go, Deandra. - Thanks for coming in. - Of course. - I saw you talking to Olivia
by the bleachers before you came to me and talked about joining
the volleyball team. - Is it against the rules for me
to join the volleyball team? - Well, if it's a distraction,
it is. - I'm sorry.
Did Olivia or Olivia's parents say that Deandra was somehow
involved in this fracas? - No. They denied everything. - Then, why are we here? - Because we believe Olivia
is responsible for what happened and that Deandra
knows something. You saw Olivia meddle
with the bleachers, didn't you? - No. - Don't lie to me, Deandra. - I'm not lying to you,
Mr. Green. - Principal Green. - You want me to call you
Principal in person? - Adele's more popular
than the two of you. That's what this is about,
isn't it? Hmm? The boys like them
a little bit more than you guys. It's a jealousy thing. - No. That is definitely
not what this is about. - We're trying to help you,
Deandra. This is a good school. We know you ran into trouble
at your old school. You don't want
a second expulsion on your record, do you? - I wasn't expelled
from my old school. - Well, then,
this could be a first! - Gentlemen, please. - Tell us
you saw what Olivia did. - [ sighs ] I didn't see anything. It's the truth. - Okay. You're done. - What?
- You can't do that to her. She didn't do anything. - She is involved in this,
Ms. Laird. - [ sighs ] And what proof do you have of that,
Principal Green? - We have witnesses.
- Who? - We'd prefer to keep that
private for now. - Oh, do you? Well, I prefer to sue you. Come on. Let's go, Deandra. [ sighs ] - Mom, thank you for--
- Don't you thank me! Don't you, even! I don't know
what's happening at your school, and I don't know what made
those bleachers collapse, but I am positive that you knew
more than you were telling me. Now, the fact that those men
are completely backwards, it's irrelevant! What they do and what
they think, I don't care. What you do, what you think,
that's what I care about! Now, were you involved in this
or not, Deandra? It was Olivia, wasn't it? Oh, God. [ sighs ] - I didn't--I didn't know
what was gonna happen until it actually happened, but it wasn't intentional.
I know that. - And how do you know that, huh? Because Olivia told you? Because a practiced
and proven liar told you so? My God, how gullible
can you be, Deandra? - How gullible? How gullible? Gullible enough to believe
that this--this whole town isn't a pile of garbage! Gullible enough to believe
th-that maybe my dad loves me and that my mom has a little bit
of respect for me, okay? - Deandra.
- I hate this place, Mom! I hate it! I've told you
how much I hate it, okay? And now I'm expelled for something
that I didn't even do that's gonna be on my record to a place
that you made us go to! And you couldn't even
listen to me for once! - What? You and I talked
the other morning! - What are you talking about?
- Oh, right! You did listen to me once.
[ chuckles ] Yeah, and I
really appreciate it. - Deandra! You are never seeing her again! Deandra, you are never
seeing her again! - Hey, pal!
- [ gasps ] - Olivia,
what are you doing here? - I came to liberate you.
- What-- What are you talking--
How did you even get in here? - Yeah, I broke in.
It was super easy. - Come on! School's out forever!
- Olivia, no. Okay, no, Olivia,
I'm done with your crazy plans. - Oh, my gosh! This isn't crazy.
I'm not crazy! - Shh! Okay, I don't want
my mom to hear you. - Yeah, you know what?
Don't be so afraid, okay? - Okay, I'm not afraid.
I'm not afraid. - Okay, well,
you should be a little bit, because you know what?
Those schools that they have
for kids that get expelled-- I mean, what did you even say in that meeting
with the Principal and them? - Nothing.
- You didn't tell them that I was the one
that did the bleachers, right? - No, I didn't.
- Why didn't you tell them? - Did you want me to tell them? - You could have.
Wouldn't have bothered me. I'm not afraid of anybody! - Okay, maybe you
should be afraid of something. - No, I'm not afraid,
because you know what? You sacrificed for me, okay,
and I'm gonna sacrifice for you. - Okay, I don't understand.
What is going on that-- - Oh, my gosh, come on! I'm taking you to New York,
crazy pants! Uhh. Let's start living, kid! Okay, I have $300-ish, so we're gonna have
to keep it tight, - do a lot of walking.
- I like walking. - Okay, once we show up
at your dad's doorstep, he's gonna let us in.
I'm sure of it. - Don't be so sure.
- He will, okay? We'll be showing up
at his doorstep, Besides, it's not like we're
gonna stay there long, okay? - I know a lot of people there.
- You do? - No, not at all, but we're
gonna figure this out, okay? We're magic together, right? - Yeah.
- Okay. I trust you completely.
I hope you know that. You could trust me, too,
with anything, okay? I got your heart.
You're my baby girl. - You're mine, too.
- No, no, I'm your muse. Every genius needs one.
Hey, you can't tell your mom. - She's gonna figure it out
at some point, Liv. - But you can't just call her
once we get out there, or she's gonna work her voodoo
on you, and then who knows what crazy school
you'd get next, okay? [ door opens ] - [ mouthing words ] - Hey, it's me and you. - [ sighs ] - [ alarm blaring ]
- [ glass breaks ] - [ sighs ] Okay, that is enough! Deandra! [ sighs ] Deandra. Deandra! What... What... [ alarm blaring ] - What are you doing?
- Hey, I need that! - No, no, no.
People can track you! This is like NSA stuff! - Olivia, now I don't know
at all where we're going! - God, and we're so far away.
- Obviously, it's New York. - We're not gonna make it
like this. We're gonna have to get--go
to a bus station or something. - We can't afford to take a bus.
- You said we have $300. - We just--We need the money
for rooms and food and stuff. We can't spend it carelessly. - Then how are we getting there? - Have you seen Deandra?
- No. - She's not with Olivia?
- No. - I think the girls ran away.
- What makes you so sure? - [ gasping ] - She was like this before with her friend, Liberty,
the one who-- With Liberty,
Olivia could be very-- - Obsessive. - That's why I wanted
to keep the girls apart. E-Ever since
Olivia's mother's death, she's had this need to--
I don't know. But she sees something in
your daughter, wants something. - Do you think that Olivia had anything to do
with Liberty's death? - No, certainly not! They found no evidence
of anything like that! She's--She's a good girl.
She's-- - Is Olivia
gonna hurt my daughter? - I hope not. - You're hitchhiking?
That's insane! This is how people
get killed, Olivia! - Only in movies. - Yeah, and TV shows
and murder podcasts! - You're being very negative. - I'm just trying
to save our lives, okay? Plus, nobody hitchhikes anymore. Someone would have
to be insane to-- Don't go near that car. - Does riding a bus sound like
a mystical adventure to you? - I don't think it'd be right
if we got in that car. - Look, I'm sure
it'll be fine, okay? I have an insurance policy. - What does that even mean? - Just trust me, okay? Get in. - I'm telling you,
she's missing, and she's with a girl
that's gonna kill her! - I understand,
and we have a notice posted. - A notice posted?
- Yes, ma'am, but we can't just send-- - Fine! I'll find her myself! - So how old are you girls? - 21, both of us. Right, Ramona? - That's right...Pam. - So how are you doing, uh... - Mac. I'm doing
a whole lot better now that I got
two friendly girls in my ride. - Who says we're friendly? - You are charming. - It's not even my best quality. - Oh, yeah?
What's your best quality? - Too many to count. - So you must be
the quiet one, huh? - Nope. - So where are you headed? - Where do you want me
to take you? - The moon. - New York, Mac. - That's one heck of a drive. - You wanna take us? - You want me to take you
all the way to New York? - Yeah, why not? It'll be fun. - Oh, yeah? How fun? - More fun than you can handle. - [ chuckles ] Okay. - And I'll be back in a minute. You guys can, uh,
stretch your legs, all right? - Whoa! Where--
What are you doing? - We're finding
another way to New York. - Are you kidding? This guy offered
to take us there for nothing. - Not for nothing, Olivia, for way more fun
than he could handle. - I am more fun
than he could handle. - Well, I'm not, okay?
So we can go our separate ways. That's fine by me. - I don't trust this crazy guy.
- Neither do I. - Then why are you
getting in a car with him? - Because we
don't need to trust him. Look, already told you, okay? I've got us covered. Now get back in the car. - Hey, you guys up
for a little party before we hit the Big Apple? - Of course, we are, Mac. Get back in the car, Deandra. - Is that a threat? - What? No. Look, I just think
it's silly, okay? He offered to take us
the whole way there - for no money.
- [ Mac talking on cellphone ] - But if you don't trust him,
that's fine. We can just take his car keys, kill him, and drive off. - Are you kidding? - Of course, I'm kidding! Oh, my God! You think I'm crazy? - [ laughs ]
- I don't... - I mean, I'm crazy,
but I'm not that crazy. - You guys about ready
to hit the road? - We actually
might, uh, jump off soon. - Really? Why? - Just gotta do our thing. Right, Deandra? - We could ride along
for a little longer. Heh. - Sweet. We're gonna have
to take a stop soon, anyway, - so let's go.
- Fine. - Hey, let's get a room. Hello. I'd like a room, please. - Room 104 is open.
It's a double. - You guys want a double, right?
- Yes, definitely. - How old are you girls? - 20. She's 21. - You got I.D.s?
- In the car, yeah. - I'd like to see 'em.
- Bet you would. Come on, Ramona. - Okay, I'm starving,
so I'm just gonna go get some-- - You know, Mac can
get you some food, right? - Yeah, but I
don't want to owe him anything more
than I already do. So, uh, how are you gonna
handle that whole motel guy? - What's he gonna do?
Chase after us? - I don't think
anybody's chasing after us. - Exactly. Get me some fries. - Oh. You need this bag?
- For what? - To protect yourself
against Mac? [ chuckles ] - No, I'm cool. - Okay.
- Okay. - Tinkle, tinkle. Let's go. [ thunder crashing ] [ cellphone rings ] [ ring ] - Renee? I'm sorry
I missed your calls. I'm racing to get to my flight.
Have you heard from her? - She's gone! She's gone! - Renee, relax. Remember,
we set up parental controls. We can track her phone.
Try that. - Okay, I'll do that. [ thunder crashing ] [ overlapping chatter ] - Uh, hello? - Hi, Dad. It's, um-- - [ chuckles ]
Sorry I missed your call. I'm out of the country
at the moment. You can still reach
my international number, 077... - International number? - I hope you got it,
but, if not, sorry, Charlie. [ beep ] - Hi, Dad. It's, uh, Deandra. Um, I didn't know you had
an international number. Um, well,
I'm on my way to New York, and I still have your keys, so I-I don't know if you
changed it or anything, but-- Recording: If you're happy with
your message, please press one. To erase your message
and start again, press two. - [ gasping ] - Number four! Got it. No onions. Extra tomato. - Come on. Come on. No! [ sobbing ] I don't know
where you are, baby. I don't know what you're doing. I'm gonna find you. Okay, just--
just I'll do anything, anything that'd give me--
Just help me! Just show me where you, please! Just--Just show me
where you are, Deandra, please! [ crying ] [ cellphone rings ] - Sheriff! Yes! Yes, yes, okay! I'll be right there!
I'll be right there! Yes! - [ rap ] ♪ Yeah ♪ Yeah ♪ Uhh, we bring
the bad girls out ♪ ♪ Bring the bad girls out ♪ Uhh, we bring
the bad girls out ♪ ♪ We bring the bad girls out ♪ We bring
the bad girls out, yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah, uhh ♪ Uh-huh ♪ Uhh, we bring
the bad girls out ♪ - ♪ Bring the bad girls out...
- Yes! - [ laughs ]
I want some of yours. - ♪ It's a classic,
so you can bag it up ♪ ♪ Paper or plastic ♪ I got a bad chick,
she in Versace ♪ ♪ She got another chick
so she could watch me... ♪ - You finish it? - There's some.
There's some. Finish it. - Where?
- ♪ ..."American Bandstand"... - Hey! I love a lady with food! - Come here.
- Ramona! - Love you! - Let me get out.
- Hey, guys. What's going on? - Awesome name. I'm Adam. - Yeah, I'll pass. Pam. Pam. - What, Ramona?
- Can I talk to you. Can I just talk to you
for a minute, please? - Hey, you can talk to me. I'm super fun, right, Mac? - All fun all the time! - Yeah! [ laughs ] - You seem so tense? ♪ Body like a bottle ♪ Brown skin like a cola ♪ And it's all over
soon as you show up ♪ - ♪ Take you off the market...
- I'm not... really in the mood
for this right now. - We're just having a party. - Yeah. I didn't want
to have this party, okay? I didn't think
it was a good idea, okay? - ♪ Uhh, we bring
the bad girls out... ♪ - Hey, look, she's having fun.
You should, too. - ♪ We bring the bad girls out ♪ Bring the bad girls out ♪ We bring
the bad girls out... ♪ - Seriously,
I'm not eager for this. Just, please, stop touching me. - No, it wouldn't
please me at all. I'm sorry. - Just, please,
just get off of me, okay? - Just trying to have
a good time, okay? - Get off of me, or else, okay? - Or else what? - Or else, I'll--
- Mac: Hey! Hey! - Come on!
- What'd you just do? - Hey! Come back here!
- [ squeals ] - Hey, open this door! - [ sobbing ] - [ pounding on door ]
- [ speaking indistinctly ] - Open this door!
- Dude... - [ laughs ] - Olivia,
what are you laughing at? - What? I've just never
hit anyone like that. - That was crazy.
- Open this! You're dead! - This isn't funny, okay?
- Hey, come on! - It's not like
they're gonna do anything. - Yeah, well, he did.
He almost did, okay, and then you hit him
in the head! - Yeah, and I'll do it
again if I have to. - He's not gonna give you
a second chance! - Mac is gonna do
whatever I tell him to! - Unlock this door! Open it! - [ sobs ] Oh, my God. Oh, my God, the gun. The gun's in the living room.
The gun, I-- - Is it? - [ pounding ]
- Mac: Hello! - Locked and loaded. - You--
- Mac: Come on! come on! - Wait. No, that doesn't make-- The gun was just out there. - Yeah. It was like
Dumbo's feather, you know. You were brave
because I made you brave. - Olivia, Olivia, I don't
want to feel brave, okay? I just wanna go home! - Okay. Open the door.
I'll shoot them. - And stop joking!
- I'm not kidding! - That's not funny.
- I'm not kidding. - Olivia--
- I'm not kidding! - [ sobs ] - I could just, pop... - Mac: What are you doing? - give him a little taste
of female empowerment. - Open--Unlock this door,
you psycho! - Then we could ride off
into the sunset... - Open the door!
I'll kill you! [ grunts ] - like my mom.
- Hey! - You're so beautiful, you know. You know, I should have
gone with her that day. - Yaah!
- I wasn't brave enough then. - [ pounding ] Open up! Come on! - You were there?
- Yeah. I was there
when she killed herself. I was there for Liberty, too. I thought I'd be brave enough
then, but still nothing. - [ whimpers ]
- No. I just watched her fall. But, with you, Deandra,
I feel like I can do anything. [ pounding ] I'm not scared anymore,
and I-I just can't wait for it. - Hey! - Come and get us, boys! - Open the door, you psychos. - [ pounding ]
- My head, man. - Dude, shut up, man.
Open this door! - Yeah, yeah, you're so scary,
blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. God, these idiots. [ pounding ] Can't wait
to mess 'em all around. I bet, if I just pointed
the gun at them, - they'd piss their pants.
- [ cellphone chimes ] - What are you doing?
Are you crazy? - You took my phone?
- Just--I... [ cellphone chimes ] - Olivia--
- I trusted you, Deandra! I trusted you! - You can trust me, okay?! I'm just trying
to save our life! - Our lives can't be saved! Do you understand that? We're amazing. In a world full of nobodies, we matter, and they are nothing. People are gonna read
everything you write generations after what we do. - I don't wanna die, Olivia. - We're not gonna die. We are going to burn brighter than any two people
that have ever lived. We're gonna go out
in a blaze of glory. Hey, look at me. We're gonna put
the movies to shame. [ knob rattling ] - But--But... - You wanna settle down,
hmm? Yeah. You wanna have a car,
a mortgage, - and all that stupid stuff?
- No, I don't want to. - Yeah, you wanna settle down with buffoons
like those out there? - Okay, I don't!
I don't wanna settle down! I-- - Well, we don't have a choice! Can't you get that? We don't have a choice!
The world can't help it! The world is gonna suck
the life out of us like it sucked the life
out of my mom. [ police sirens ] That's why we have to do it. We have to save ourselves
for real. [ knob rattling ] - Deandra?
- Hey! Hands! Hands! Hands!
What's goin' on in here? - They--She started it.
She hit me with a bottle! - And she threw one at me, okay? - Those girls are 17!
You scumbag! - Hey, hey, hey!
Back. Back. Get back. - You said they were 21.
- Get 'em out of here. - You believed that? Hey, get off me!
I didn't do anything! - Outside!
- Get your hands off me! Stupid pig. Pigs! [ knocks on door ] - Go away, Adam! Or is it Mac? - It's Renee! - Mom! Mom. - Honey, yes, are you okay?
- Mom! Mom, mom! - Yes, Mom, but Olivia has--
- No! No! [ Deandra screams ] - Step away from the door.
I have a gun. - Don't open the door.
- Back, back, back, back! Do you really have a gun,
Olivia? - Took it from my dad. Ask him. - Oh, my...
- They're okay. - I said don't touch the door! - [ shrieks ]
- It's okay. It's okay. Just calm down! Unit 22 in need of assistance.
Shots fired. - You betrayed me, Deandra. - [ gasps ]
- I can't trust you. I can't trust anybody! Sorry I have to do it. - Do what? - Wait.
- End it. - Wait, wait, wait!
- I'm so sorry, Deandra. - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
- No! - Okay. No, you're right! I don't wanna--I don't wanna
grow up and live a life where... just a boring life. J-Just let me do it, okay? - Just let me do it.
- No, if I give you the gun, - you're not gonna do it.
- I-I swear! - I don't believe you! - I don't believe you!
- I swear! But... You told me to trust you. You have to trust me, too. Okay? - Please don't hurt her, Olivia!
Please don't! - Olivia! - I'm fine, Mom! We said... it's just you and me, okay? We're gonna go
out of this world together. Just you and me. Okay? - No!
- Deandra! - I trusted you! You liar! [ both gasping ] - What's going on in there?! - Stop! - Ow! Ow, ow, ow! - Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. [ both gasping ] - What's happening? - I trusted you!
- [ groans ] [ shower running ] - I trusted you! [ screeches ] - Olivia, stop! - What's happening? [ woman vocalizing ] - Deputy: You okay?
- Oh, God, Mom. Olivia. - Oh, God.
Thank God you're okay. I--Oh, you're okay. You're okay. You're safe now. Okay. You're safe. I am so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. [ woman vocalizing ] - Unit 22, suspect in custody.
All clear. [ music playing ] [ rock 'n' roll playing ] ♪ You shake, shake, shake ♪ Gonna make you
shake, shake, shake ♪ ♪ It's gonna make you
shake, shake, shake ♪ ♪ Gonna make you - ♪ Hands up ♪ All night ♪ Dancin' ♪ Everybody ♪ Let me hear that - ♪ Oh, no, oh, no - ♪ I like it, I like it ♪ Now come and shake it for me - ♪ You shake, shake, shake... - Celebrating getting
into Honor Society, I see. - What is up, Mom?! - [ turns off music ]
- You girls hungry? - Oh, yeah, definitely. I mean, S.A.T. calls
for brain food. Am I right, or am I right? - You're always right, Deandra. - No, not always right. - More like always dorky. - Uh, yeah, but I'm a nice dork.
- Uh-huh. [ music playing ] - Hi. I'm Olivia. [ rock 'n' roll playing ] ♪ Though we suffer
from affliction ♪ ♪ In times like this ♪ We need affection ♪ In the soft, pure words
of your love ♪ ♪ Discomfort heightens ♪ The emotions inside ♪ Do you wonder who you are ♪ Or do you care? ♪ You wanted all...
