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H8RZ (2015)
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- Commercial fire within city limits at Archer high school. Be advised, we have reports of gunshots at at the scene, possibly inside the building. - High school, with fire showing on the second floor inside and the roof of the building. - We have a fire. - Go, go, go! - Oh, my god. - Can you get up? - I can't feel my legs. - Line to the main door. - Here we go, move it, move it! - I can't believe I never saw it before. What I did was wrong. - Take that line out that way, over there. - Gary, you hold line somehow. - This whole place is about to blow. - I didn't think it would end this way. Wait. - Be advised, we have an explosion, possible chemical fire, second floor, "a" side. Upgrade to second alarm. - After what you've just been through, you're lucky to be alive. I'm not so sure you can say the same about your friend, though. - Huh? - I'm sorry. Uh, if you remember anything more, just, uh, have your foster parents get ahold of me, okay? - According to chief Irwin, it was one of the worst chemical fires he's seen in many years. The weather wasn't cooperating, either, forcing the firefighters to work in subzero temperatures. Lucy Vander, a substitute teacher, was also one of the volunteers helping put out the Blaze. - It was heartbreaking to see the school like this, uh, but I mostly think about the families and, uh, their loved ones at this time. - The mysterious fire has left Archer high school shut down pending an investigation. - That Tammand girl's suicide last year, and now this. I mean, you see these things happening at other schools. You just... You just never imagine it happening at your own. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, well, we're doing the best we can under the circumstances. - Oh, it's right there? - Thank you. - Principal Donato? - Hold on one second. You shouldn't be here. We'll be issuing a statement later. It's the press. - I'm from Phil Benson's office. - Teresa, I'm gonna have to, uh... I'm gonna have to call you right back. Well, uh, where's... Where's Phil? - He's tied up with the mayor. - Who... who are you? - I'm the associate counsel under Mr. Benson. - Really? What, are you fresh out of law school? This is a big deal, you understand? - Principal... - Yes? - I am here to take care of this, and I need you to cooperate, understand? - I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Uh, I'm a little out of sorts with everything that's going on here today. Uh, let me just go get the files. - Great, I'll be right here. - I don't even want to think about the settlement. When they're done with us, Archer's bank account is gonna make us look like we're located in the projects. - Will the parents sue? - The parents are out of the picture. Foster care. But you better believe that once this thing leaks, every ambulance-chasing, blood-sucking attorney in the state is gonna be calling this kid. No offense. - I'm here to build a case that Alex's own poor decision-making led us to this situation. As a result, any publicity or threats of lawsuit will go away. In here? - Yeah, yeah. - Thank you. - Hello, Alex. - Is my paperwork done yet? - Not yet. - Alex, this is Laura Sedgewick. She, uh... She wants to talk to you about last night. - I already talked to the police. - I-I work for the school board. It, uh, won't be a problem if we talk here in private for a little while, will it? - No, I'll check with the detective, but, uh... -there won't be a problem? - No, no. The, uh, phone lines are down, so if you need me, I'm... On channel 2. I'll just leave you two alone, then. - I already told the police everything I know. - I doubt that. - When my paperwork comes through, I'm allowed to leave. - I see you're in foster care. That means that every aspect of your transfer has to go through social services, and I'm sure you're aware of how efficient they can be. I need you to tell me every single detail, even the ones you didn't tell the police. - I told you, I told the police everything. - How do I even know you're not a cop? - Here's my card. Other than that, you're just gonna have to trust me. I'm gonna be blunt. The sooner you're out of the school system, the better. But before I can allow that to happen, I need to know everything. Everything. Off the record. And what if I don't have anything to say? - Well, that's your prerogative, but I will warn you that it could make the rest of your formative years extremely difficult. - W-what exactly... Do you want? - We can start from the beginning. - It all started a few weeks ago. Looking around that detention room, it was as unlikely a group as you'd ever find. A class president, his popular girlfriend, two of the biggest troublemakers in the school... And me. - This is all your fault. - No talking. - Then it's gonna be hard for her. - I said, no talking! - Very nice, guys. Just great. Really. No defense, no pleas of innocence? Is someone gonna at least try? Yes, Cameron. - I have no idea what this is about, Mr. Connor. - "A" for effort, Cameron. You see, the answer key to the midterm was stolen last week. Now, when this was brought to my attention, my first thought was, great, now I have to write a new 250-question test. But then I realized that if I kept the same exam, I could nail whoever stole it and either passed it out, or, more likely, sold it to his buddies. If you are going to cheat on a multiple-choice test, at least get a couple wrong, you know? Aim for a b-plus tops, especially you two clowns. - How do you know we did not just study extra hard? - Save it, Putin! Now you're all getting zeros on the midterm. - Wait, you can't do that! That's gonna ruin my GPA! - I've never done anything like this before. - You cheated! You all just cheated on one of the biggest tests of the year. You're lucky I don't bring this to the principal. I need to speak to you outside for a minute. - Well, win some, you lose some, right, guys? - Do you realize how screwed we are? - No, I don't. Do you feel screwed, Ricky? - Nyet. - It's easy not to care when you don't plan on going to college. - Tell your boyfriend that elitism is no way to get me to help him out of this jam. - You think we can fix this? - We? Who are you again? Alex. I don't need some loser making things even worse for me. - So, do you have a plan? - After a day in I.S.S., Cameron and Ricky told us their plan. They'd been thinking about it since their freshman year. It was actually a good idea, considering that these were the guys that thought setting up a stink bomb was a revolutionary act. Their problem was that they were always in trouble, so they needed students with access to things that they couldn't get to. I guess us getting caught on that test was their lucky break. - It's the perfect plan. What do you think, Mr. president? - I think you're all idiots. Come on, Carla. - This isn't fair, Jack. - I've already gotten in enough trouble. I'm not about to get in any more just because you're telling me to. - Why? Whatever, then you'll just fail Connor's class. How's that going to look to Dartmouth? - It's not gonna look pretty. - Exactly, so why don't we do something about it? - I am. I'm gonna study. - If you were any good at studying, you wouldn't have bought the test answers in the first place. If you really cared about me, you would do this! Jack, you owe me this! Jack? Jack?! - We're here, son. It's mom and dad. You're in a hospital. - It's all my fault. - Shush, buddy. - It's all my fault. It's all my fault. - What's he saying? - It's all my fault. - What happened? - He just started talking. - He's going into hypoglycemic shock. - Stop it, Jack. Please, stop it. - Jack! He's our boy. - Yeah. - We're gonna go to the party this weekend. You guys down for that? It's on Saturday night. It's at Phil's house. So we just got a little shopping list of what we need for the homeless shelter. We're gonna do pb&j's this week. Um, and afterwards, we're gonna go to the top of the world and get crunk. It'll be fun. You guys should come. Umm... It should be fun... - Jack. - What?! - Can I talk to you about something? - I'm busy. - It's about Mr. Connor's class. - I'm gonna go deal with this. We'll talk later, all right? This better be important. Failing a class is bad, but you know what's worse? Getting expelled. - But if it works, we come out ahead. - What do you care, anyways? You never talk in class. You don't do any sports. You don't do any clubs. Is it really that big of a deal to you if you fail a class? - I have to get certain grades to stay where I am. - And I'm supposed to know what that means? - I... - Come on, Alex, what? - I live... I live in a foster home. And in order to stay where I am, I have to do well in school. This is my first year. I-I can't fail a class. - Do you like your foster family? - Compared to the others... This one's not so bad. Look, I'm not... I'm not saying do it because of me or anyone else. If we don't do anything, we're all screwed. There's a lot more to gain than to lose. - How did you eventually break Jack down? - Is that what it says, that I broke him down? - That's what it sounds like. I mean, he was the last one to come along, right? - No, Jack broke himself down. - Oh, really? - He didn't want to do this. - Hmm. - None of us wanted to do this. There was no other option. What are you writing? - Keep going. - Pulling it off. We were... We were helping ourselves while helping each other. Jack was helping himself. We just had to make sure that everybody did their part. Are you sure it's big enough? - I don't know! It was expensive, okay? Don't screw this up. - Mr. Griffin left some filing for you, and after that, Mrs. Lyons needs her attendance finalized for progress reports. - Anything else? - You should get your check on Friday. - Great. Cameron and Ricky were in charge of getting the teachers' passwords. Ricky had this crazy idea of getting a transmitter that would give us a running log of everything typed into the school computers, but... It turned out that stuff only existed in James Bond movies. Cameron had a more practical approach. He knew he could find the teachers' log-ins in the I.T. Office, but he wouldn't have enough time to do anything else. He still needed a copy of the network where the grades were stored. - That's where Jack and I came in. - Yes, Jack. - I want to call an office meeting. - What? - As president of the student council, I want to call an office meeting. - About what? - About a problem that our school has been ignoring since I've been here. - All right. Let's get it over with. If I could have your attention, please. Our student council president has exercised his right to call an office meeting. If you could please join us in the staff lounge, thank you. - Um... what am I supposed to do? - Hold down the fort. - Oh, god! Jesus! Shit! Shit! No! - What did he do? Where is he going? Ricky! - Oh, no! - What happened? What did you do? - It's burnt, it's burnt, it's burnt! No, you don't got to see it! It's a goddamn... Got a fire in my eyes! - Let me see it. - No! - Hey! - Okay, can I see it? - Don't use that kind of language. - We're trying to help you. - You gonna want me to go get the nurse? - If he's gonna use this kind of... - Over 150,000 students skip school every day because they're being bullied, and at least 1 in every 20 American students have witnessed another student with a gun at the school. - We know this is a problem, Jack. We get trained by the state on how to deal with it. - So, why isn't it getting any better? - Well, uh, teenagers, by nature, are not the most sympathetic group. We can't just wave a magic wand and make everyone be nice to each other. - Calm down. Just lower your voice, all right? We can figure this out. - No, I'm not gonna lower my voice, okay?! - Shared network drive. - Okay, so we're just gonna keep letting bad things happen? - We strive for excellence here at Archer. One student at a time. - I don't accept that. Why not one school at a time? We're a team, aren't we? Why not one nation at a time? Why do we have to stop there? Do you realize what a student goes through? - Go see the nurse! - Don't push him, though. Don't push him. - Fire! Screw you! - Just go to the nurse! - What are you doing? What the hell are you doing? - I-I... - You have got to be shitting me. - This was here before I got here. Uh, it was... I... - just get out of here. Go back to class. - You want me to... - Go back to class. - All right. All right. - Really? - You think... you think that was me? - At least close the door. Okay, whatever. - There you go. They're all up there. - He's there. - I know, there's like four of them. - How do I get to the next checkpoint? - So, how are you gonna make it up to us if these numbers don't work? - They'll work. Plus, I wouldn't want to come between you and Ricky. - We have an open relationship. - Nice job with that bullshit you told me to feed Donato, by the way. Hey, you criminal masterminds figure out how to get the grades back in the system yet? - Yeah, we got it. - As long as I can get back in the I.T. Office. - Even though it was department policy to let students make up any labs that they missed, Cameron caring about missing class should have gotten his attention, but Faustin didn't notice. - Mr. Faustin? - Yeah. - I need to go to the restroom. - And I care about that why? - Faustin didn't notice much, so long as it didn't require any effort on his part. - I'm telling you... What's up, freak?! - What's your problem? - It's cool, bro. - Alex. - And overnight, everything changed. - Okay? Again, one more time. - They even invited me to celebrate our victory. Everything was perfect. It was like we never even got caught in the first place. We were on top of the world. There was no way any of us could have guessed what would happen next. - Good night, mom. Good night, dad. - Yo, just let me handle this, all right? - Okay, just look for me, okay? - How? - I didn't want any of them. - She... - we don't even understand what's going on. - I don't care, okay, because what am I gonna do? - Stop! - What's up, guys? What happened? - We... was anybody bothering you last night, Alex? Like, online? - I'm only allowed to use the Internet for school work. - You're useless. - Why? - We all got messages last night. Someone online knows what we did. - Who are they from? - Who cares who they were from? If she hadn't killed herself, no one would even know who she was. - Hey, hey, your boyfriend would know who she was, okay? - We all knew who she was. I knew who she was. Ricky knew who she was, and Jack definitely knew who she is. - It doesn't matter. - Who are you even talking about? - Brittany. Brittany Tammand sent us the messages. - Who's Brittany? Alex. Alex, who is Brittany? I know you're tired, but I need you to keep going, okay? Who was Brittany? - She was a typical punching bag. - She got in a lot of fights or...? - You work for the school board, but you have no idea what actually happens in school. - Slightly more complicated than that. - It doesn't seem that complicated. Kid's popular, comes from a good family, gets good grades, plays sports, whatever. They can do whatever they want. You know, in an ideal system, the kids would run the school. They'd make the rules and dish out the punishments. Adults have no idea what kids are really like. The older you are, the more you forget. - I take it you haven't read "lord of the flies" yet, huh? Never mind. Keep going. - They say she had a terrible reputation. - She slept around, she was promiscuous? - Maybe, maybe not. Since when do kids care if the rumors that they hear in the halls are true? - I don't know. You tell me. What happened to her? - It was a year before I came to Archer, but apparently, she drowned herself. She left a note on the shore. No one even noticed. She just went in, and then she was gone. - W-what are you saying, Alex, that... that Brittany Tammand was trying to reach you guys from beyond the grave? - No, I'm telling you that whoever knew what we did made an online profile as Brittany Tammand to get our attention. And it worked. - Mr. and Mrs. Stanton? - Yes. - Detective Hutisawa of county homicide. I hear your son's been saying some pretty disconcerting things. Jack's a good boy. He would never hurt anyone. - Well, sometimes after traumatic events, people let the guilt of not being able to stop what happened trick them into thinking they're the ones to blame. - You think that's what's happening now? - No, not really, but I do think that Jack could tell me something about what happened that I don't know yet. - Is my paperwork done yet? - Miss Sedgewick, may I have a word, please? What? - I just got a call from the hospital. - And? - Jack Stanton, the student in the I.C.U., he's on the verge of an anesthesia-induced confession. - What's he guilty of? - They're not sure, but it means there's something else to the story we don't know about. - Whatever it is, if he confesses anything on a morphine drip, it'll never hold up in court. - I know, I know. The detective said that, too. But... If we can get Alex to implicate Jack... the school could escape liability. In the meantime, get me whatever you have on Brittany Tammand. - Everything okay? - I want you to tell me more about Jack. - I am telling you about Jack. I'm... I'm telling you about everyone. - Yeah, but what was he like before you got involved in all of this? - He was popular. He was... Class president. He was in a... a bunch of clubs. He... Girls liked him. He seemed like a good guy. - He bought test answers and then lied and cheated his way out of it when he got caught. - I did that, too. - Yeah, but you did that so you wouldn't get kicked out of your foster home. You're a victim of the system. Jack was on top of the system. - No, he wanted to go to Dartmouth. Don't... don't you think that's a little extreme? A little selfish and... and conniving? - I-I don't know. He's my friend. - Wouldn't a real friend have tried to talk you out of getting into this mess? They used you to get into the principal's office because you were the nobody. Don't you think they took advantage of that? - No, we were a team. - What kind of team member lets his friends die so he can go to college?! Jack didn't care about you! You were a nobody to Jack! You were not Jack's friend! Look, Alex. Alex, look. - I'm... I'm not... I'm... I'm... I'm not trying to upset you. I just really want you to think about what kind of person would do this if they didn't absolutely have to. Maybe Jack wasn't the person that you thought he was. Jack was not a good guy. - No. No, I know him. He may have not made the right decisions, but... At the end of the day, he was a good person. I promise, he was good. - So, um, what did... What did you do when the others told you about the messages? Everyone was just freaked out. - Yeah. I just... I just tried to pretend it wasn't happening. Cameron and Ricky were notorious, and Carla and Jack were the most popular. It could have been anyone messing with them. I just figured as long as no one was contacting me, then it was just someone playing a trick. But I was really wrong. They have my birthday, my address, my... My phone number, everything. How did they get this stuff? I didn't set up this account. - Well, whoever it is, they go to Archer. I mean, look at the picture. - I say we find out who they are, we beat them down, and they never try this game again! - Look how scared this person has us without even doing anything? All right, if they don't want us to find out who they are, then we won't. - What do you think she wants from us? - I don't know. - You're about to find out. - Open it. Open it. You're early... And not alone. - Who are you? - I'm Brittany Tammand, duh. - No, you're not. Brittany Tammand's dead. - You all knew me when I was alive. - No, I never knew you. - But your friends did. And that makes you guilty by association. Cheater. - What do you want? - I want what's rightfully mine, and you and your friends are going to help me get it. - Rightfully yours? What does that even mean? - I'll be giving each of you little chores in the upcoming days. If one of you fails, then I'll expose them to the administration. But for your sakes, I hope you succeed, because something tells me loyalty is your little group's strong suit. - You're full of shit. - Oh, am I? - Calling us cheaters doesn't prove anything. We've done nothing wrong. You're a liar. - Open it! - I have more, but this should be enough to get the principal's attention. - I'll kill you. I'm already dead, remember? - Look, what do you want us to do? - You'll find out soon enough. I have all your phone numbers. Be on the lookout. - What are we gonna do? - We're gonna find out whoever this is. Until then, we do exactly what she says, okay? - Jack tried to be brave and take charge, but I knew he and everyone else were just as afraid as I was. I mean, we had no idea what Brittany was gonna ask us to do or... or how to track down who she was. - Why do you think that Cameron was the first one that Brittany contacted? - Well, everyone at Archer knows that Cameron's the guy to go to if you need anything that's hard to find. - Like drugs? - I said hard to find, like stolen answer keys and teacher log-ins. One of the ways that Cameron used to make money was by making high-quality fake I.D.S. Like, the really good ones, the type that scan at a liquor store. So, Brittany texted Cameron all the information she wanted, and... and for him, it was easy. He'd done it a million times. - Don't look like no Brittany I remember. - Do you think she'll leave us alone now? - No one goes through this much trouble to buy beer. - Hey, why does this have my address? - That's what she asked for. - Oh, no, I don't like this. Well, it's... it's stupid. She can't even use it. It's got the wrong picture. - Yeah, but if it was a real picture, we'd know who she is. - It's just... I don't get why someone would want an I.D. That they can't even use. - Who the hell you think Kelly Hanson is? - Are you just gonna stand there or say something useful? - She texted me. - Well, what'd it say? - She sent me a social security number. - For what? - I don't know. - I think, um... She might want us to use it with this. - Ricky was the next one to get a call. - Yes? - A copy of your parents' rental would sure go nicely with your friends' new information. - We knew Brittany was having us gather pieces to a puzzle. We just had no idea what the puzzle was going to add up to. And we should have realized that with social security numbers and leases, we were getting into something a lot more serious than just changing grades. - So, we have an I.D., a social security number, and a lease. - We're making an imaginary person. - Yeah, that's what a fake I.D. Is for, genius. - No, this is more than that. We're creating a person that exists legally on paper. - What does that mean? - It means go to jail, Ricky, go directly to jail. Don't graduate high school, don't collect any graduation money. - What is it? Alex! - Account WNB. - What? - What? - Weld national. Guys, s-she wants us to set up a bank account. - You can get the mail before your parents, right? - Yes. They work late. - I hope this works. - I couldn't believe how easy it was. A photo I.D., a social security number, and proof of residence was all we needed to open a bank account. With a few pieces of information, we made a person out of thin air, and all I kept thinking about was, who could be doing this to us? And more importantly, when would it stop? - Alex. Come here. You okay? - Not really. - All right, look. I've been doing some thinking. Even if we could track the cellphone number, it's probably just a burner, anyways, so... -what? - It's a prepaid phone with no plan, so no records. Well, I did find this. - What is it? - I saw this thing on the news about how they track Internet perverts by tracing their I.P. Address, and Bas... -what's an I.P. Address? - It's like an Internet fingerprint that all computers have. Anyways, I log into the account Brittany gave you, and I spent all morning trying to figure out how to trace the e-mail she sent. This is what I found. The signal was coming from here. It's Archer. Whoever was talking to us the other night was doing it from the school. And I don't know how yet, but we're one step closer to nailing this asshole. Well, let's just follow Brittany's example. - If Brittany video chatted us from Archer, then all we'd have to do was find the surveillance footage from that night. She probably thought we were just sitting around being scared, just waiting to be told what to do next. But if we found that footage, we would know exactly who she was. - What the hell is that? My apologies. I thought the ice cream remind you of the gulag. Son of a bitch! Huh?! - You shouldn't talk about your mother that way, Ricky. - Well, at least my mother never slept with my little league coach. - I told you that shit in confidence. - Huh? Well, what you gonna do about it?! Huh? Come on! You smell that? I smell this vagina. It smells like communism. - Ooh! - Ooh! - Well, you better watch out for Mr. Randals. Come on! - Your mother's vagina smells like salt... - Oh, you! - Huh? Nyet, nyet, nyet, nyet! How you like that, Russian boy? You like that? - KGB this! - Officer Randals, we need you in the cafeteria. - Right away? - Yes, right away. We have a fight. - What the... none of these screens are working. They're not turning on. - Start pressing things. - Hey! Hey! Make a path, make a path! You two, break it up! Stop it, stop it! Break it up! Everybody go back to eating their lunches! Calm down! You're coming with me! Let's go, Cameron! Come on! - Okay, I think I found something. - Speak English, all right? - Okay. - W-what the hell is this? - What's wrong? - There's like... there's like a million folders in here. - Just take whatever you can. - Are you stupid?! That's not how this works! - Shh! - Come on, you two. Sit! - There's too many files in here, and they're way too big. - Can't you just e-mail them to your house? - Just shut up, okay? I'm trying to think, and you're not helping! - Keep your hands to yourselves. The principal will be with you in a minute. And watch your mouth. - Anything? - I don't know which camera is which. You're supposed to be keeping watch. - He's back. He's back, Jack. - Shit. - What are you doing? - Uh, I think I saw some kids smoking pot in the upstairs bathroom. I just thought you should know. - Let's go. Let's go. - Oh, my god. - So, you mean we got three more days of I.S.S. For no reason? - Like you care. - A big part of me wants your brains at the bottom of my shoes right now. - Look, it's a complicated system. It would have taken us all day to figure out. - How complicated could it be? - You know what?! If it was up to me, you wouldn't be in charge, okay?! - Ricky, this is why I said let us handle it instead of these two losers. - Wait, guys, stop. Who would have the time to sit in the security office for hours and figure out the surveillance system? - They'd need a set of keys. - Exactly, so then it can't be a student. Guys, whoever made this profile would have to have access to the school whenever they wanted to. Brittany must work at Archer. - And who knows the security system better than officer Randals? We split our time up the best that we could. Whenever someone had a free period or could get away from class, sports, anything, then they would follow officer Randals. If we caught him sending one of us a text or doing anything incriminating, then we would jump on him. It made perfect sense. He had a dead-end job with probably an equally depressing salary. Nobody grows up aspiring to be a security guard. People wait their entire lives to pounce on an opportunity that can change their situation. - Damn. - Let's go. - Look, I'm at Randals' house, so... I don't know. Give me a call when you get this. Hello? - It's finally your time to shine, Mr. president. - I can't believe we're at a goddamn football game. - I can't believe we thought that ugly bastard Randals was behind Brittany Tammand. - At this point, it could be anyone. Miss Sedgewick. Miss Sedgewick, come in. Miss Sedgewick, come down to my office, pl... - Go ahead. - At every event, the booster club sells concessions. T-shirts and sweatshirts and just stupid trinkets for parents. So before every game, principal Donato withdraws enough money for change and then deposits the take the next morning. - Were you gonna steal the cash? - Not exactly. Jack was in charge of the booster club his first two years at Archer. He knew Donato kept the deposit slips in the cash drawer at every game. We weren't gonna steal the cash. What Brittany wanted was the account number. - What are you doing here? - I, uh... I... - you should be out there leading the cheer, Mr. class president. Go on, get out there. - Yes, sir. Yeah! Stampede! - After we got the account number, we were supposed to send Brittany an e-mail, and she would give us the next set of directions. But we decided that this was our chance to set a trap of our own and finally find out who she really was. - Faustin! - Oh. Uh, I-i heard there was some trouble. Is everything okay? - Guys. - Son of a bitch. All right. Still want to kill me, Cameron? - Mm-hmm. - Why shouldn't we just turn you in to the cops right now, huh? - Turn me in to t... For what? For you stealing account numbers and trying to create a fake identity? I-I didn't do anything. - Why are you doing this? - You think I like teaching a bunch of kids high school science? I've had these two jackasses in my classes for the last three years. All they ever do is blab about their their plans to con the school. Well, I finally decided to put 'em to the test. So far, they're a lot less incompetent than I suspected. - What about the rest of us? - I guess I'm just lucky. Cameron. Did you really think a student who misses more classes than a kid with leukemia Asking me to make up a lab wouldn't be a red flag? You guys didn't even cover your tracks. I was just the only one who paid attention. - No, we're done with you. Okay? No matter what you say, you're just as guilty as us. And if you don't stop soon... We're all gonna get caught. - That's not how I see it. - Yeah? - No. You see, I don't have a lot to lose. This... this is my future. Surrounded by a bunch of... Entitled brats. But your futures... they haven't even started yet. Getting caught trying to defraud a state-funded institution... is a nice way to make sure they never do. - Ricky! Ricky. - No more. - What do you want us to do? - I just think that... Brittany Tammand is owed a lot of money by this school. And since she's not around to collect it, I think I will. - What the hell are you talking about? - The fundraiser after she offed herself... They collected a lot more than the $60,000 they donated. And you're gonna get it for me. Alex isn't the only one poking around on the principal's computer. - How much is it? - Almost half a million dollars. But don't... don't worry. There's a very low chance of being turned in for stealing stolen money. But just in case, I'm gonna let you take care of it. Hand it over. And then you'll never hear from me again. - How exactly are we supposed to do that? - I... I've given you all the help I can. Your father's a businessman. Figure it out. What? - Miss Sedgewick. - Excuse me, Alex. - There's news from the hospital. - You embezzled money... You embezzled money from a charity fund for a suicide victim. If this leaks, our school system will never recover. You better be thanking god that most of the people that know about this are dead. Do we have to worry about Brittany's family? They're all trailer trash. I mean, between the abuse at home and her screwing any boy that smiled at her, it's a miracle she didn't... Look, I thought if the school held on to the funds, maybe we could make some good come of it. - If anybody finds out about this, Alex Thomas is gonna be the least of your worries. Do you have Brittany's files? - Child services took our hard copies right after the suicide, but our... Our state records have... - I want them right now! Okay. - Jack is, um... He's taken a turn for the worse. - The sooner this all disappears, the better. What are you gonna do? - I'm gonna make sure that whatever happened, Alex Thomas takes to the grave. How's that transfer going? - Paperwork should be ready soon. - Great. You want to check on that for me? - Okay. - You know, I think I have the right to know when my paperwork will be ready. - I know. No one can tell the future, Alex. Gum? - No, thank you. - No? Okay. So, why don't you, um, tell me what happened after Faustin talked to you at the football game? - Uh, after the football game, uh, I guess we all went back to our daily lives. - Focus. - Where's Ricky today? Everything okay? - He... he may have been pushed into oncoming traffic on his way to school. - Well, let me know if you talk to him. He can't afford to miss too many classes. - Is Ricky home? - He's not well. - Neither am I. I still need to talk to him. Watch out. I'm not going to school to be pushed around by that asshole, man. - We don't have a lot of options, Ricky. - That's what you think. Because if you didn't actually know, we can do something if you use that little brain of yours. - You mean, you want to... You want to do something about it? - No. Are you crazy? I mean, we do what we should have done weeks ago. We tell the police. - Are you crazy? You heard Faustin. He hasn't done anything illegal, Ricky. We're gonna get in trouble. Come on. - So, we make a deal. - A deal? - Yeah. - Guilty until proven innocent. I'm not going to jail for you, your moms, your dad, them little kids, nobody! - Okay, look. - Stop acting like a little bitch right now! Hey! My parents didn't move here to be pushed around by some bully, okay? I'm gonna do what's right! And you can do whatever you want, okay? You can go now. - Cameron called us all and told us about Ricky. Everyone was... So on edge. You know, I thought that we should let him off the hook, but Cameron didn't think it would be enough. - Faustin. - Cameron, you scared me. - Yeah? - Yeah. - It must suck to be you. - Yes? - Ricky's talking about going to the cops. We don't know what to do. - Oh. Uh, okay. Okay, I'll take care of that. Don't worry, I'll try not to hurt him. - I don't care what you do. - You did the smart thing. - You know, you know, after all this is over, I plan on doing a lot of smart things. I'd watch my back, if I was you. - The next day after school, I went to talk to Ricky. He was dead to Cameron and the others, but I thought he deserved a warning. You know, maybe if he knew that Faustin was after him, then he would reconsider going to the police. - Ricky! What's going on? - We've been evicted. - Evicted, why? - Well, uh, we were reported for having seven people in a two-person unit. - Where are you going? - My father has friends in Cleveland. We will try there. I should have never done any of this in the first place, huh? - I'm sorry. - Yeah. Being forced to move is better than my parents seeing me in jail, right? - Hey! - For a moment, I envied Ricky. I mean, his life was turned upside down, but... He didn't have to worry about Faustin anymore. For him... It was over. I thought about telling the others that I wanted to go to the police, too. You know, force him to find a way to get me off the team. But then I remembered that Ricky had a family to fall back on. If you're a problem in foster care, they never send you to a better place. - I hope you have good news for me. - We've been working on it all week. It's impossible. - Hasn't the staff of Archer taught you anything? Nothing is impossible. - We've tried everything. Short of being computer hackers or hypnotists, there's no way we're gonna get the information we need without someone flat-out telling us. - Are you really willing to turn all of us in? - Mm. No. But... I will do everything humanly possible to ruin your lives. Yeah. I'll devote myself to it. I will call prospective colleges and make sure you don't get in. As for your younger siblings, I'll make sure Archer is a living hell. I'll go after your parents. Look at Ricky. Are you willing to let your families go through that? How about something worse? Just figure it out! - I decided to go through with this because I saw how resourceful you are. If I were you... I would think harder or prepare to suffer inconceivable consequences. - We got to think of something. We got to think quick. - Maybe Donato has the passwords written down somewhere. You know, you could call another meeting. - Are you retarded?! - Nobody has passwords to their bank accounts just sitting around, Alex! - What if we blackmail him? - Blackmail the principal? - Yeah. We tell him that we know he took the money from Brittany Tammand's stupid school fund, and we force him to hand it over. - He would just hide the money and have us arrested. - What if we take out Faustin? - What? - Are you crazy? We're not criminals. - After all this shit, you're not a criminal?! What if I wait in the back of this car and I slit open his throat? - Stop! - How's that for a plan?! - Stop, Cameron! You're talking about something that could get us life in prison. - Not if we don't get caught. - People like you always get caught. - And pieces of shit like you three will always be victims. Move. Get out of my way. - Cameron, come on. - Screw off, Jack. - All right, fine, bail on us! - Maybe we just... Talk to our parents and see if they're willing to pay Faustin off. No, no. If my parents find out... -you think your constant bitching is gonna solve any problems, Carla?! - We knew what we had to do. We just had no idea how to do it. We're in high school. How are we supposed to know how to transfer money from a school bank account to our fake one? Everyone was just freaked out, some of us more than others. - New deal. 1933 to 1938. Now, this is a series of domestic economic programs developed by FDR in an effort to combat the great depression. - Mr... Mr. Connor? - Yes, Carla? Carla, what? - Mr. Connor... Mr. Connor, I really... I need to go to the bath... - are you okay? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, Jack, no. I need you to sit down. - I'm making sure she's okay! - Hey, don't you... get back here and sit down, Jack! - Sorry, sir. - No! Okay, that's... you can't... - Carla! - Car... oh, shit. - Open the door, Carla! Open the door! - What your feet. - I think she... I think she's od'ing. - Really?! You think so?! - Come on, let me in! - Carla, open the goddamn door! - Carla, how many did you take? - Boys shouldn't be in the girls' bathroom! What on earth is going on in here? Your behavior is completely... - Mm. Oh, god. What is wrong with her? - Uh... - Is she pregnant? - No, she's just really sick. She said it's something from the cafeteria. - Oh. All right. I'm... I'm getting the nurse. - We'll get her cleaned up. - Mm-hmm. - Carla, you okay? - I can't do this anymore. - You should crawl under. - Carla, come on! I don't want to do this anymore. Why did you have to do that? Come on. Let's go to the nurse's office, all right? Let's get you cleaned up. You think she'll be okay? - She'll have a rough couple days. - I can't help thinking... how much easier my life would be if she was never a part of it. We're never gonna get out of this. - Alex. I was just about to put this in your mailbox. - Thanks. - The schedule's up for next week when you get a chance to check it out. I think I just figured out a way to steal a half a million dollars. - Convenient timing for somebody to get food poisoning. - She tried to kill herself. - She couldn't even do that right. - Shut up, all right? That's not why we came here. Look, we think we figured something out. -$43. - You make fake I.D.S. You think you can handle a paycheck? - You want me to make a teacher's check for $500,000? Come on, man! - Look, there's 46 weld national banks within a 2-hour radius. We need you to make 46 checks for different amounts close to but under 10 grand. - I don't get it. - Banks only flag transfers that are $10,000 or more. - We just need to fill those deposit slips out. - Give Faustin the a.T.M. Card. - We actually did it. After weeks of worrying that our lives were over, we had the keys to our freedom. - Principal Donato, can you come meet me in the library? Principal Donato? - Sure, I'll be right there. - What's going on? - I think we have a problem. I need you to log into the school's auxiliary account. Hmm. Interesting. - All right? - Okay, thank you. That'll be all. So? What happened next? - We told Faustin what we did. And he asked us to meet him in his classroom that night. - Hello? - You kids have something for me? Put the card on the table. What's the P.I.N.? - Well... I guess we're done here. - You guess we're done here? - Let it go, Cameron. - That's... that's all you have to say? After all that you put us through, that's it? - Walk away, Cameron. - Fuck you! - Hey, let it go, Cameron. - No! We're not gonna let him get away with this! - Hey, just relax. It's over. - No, you relax! Listen, you just don't understand! You can't just push people around! - He's got a gun! - - Get out of the way! He's got a gun! - Jack! Cameron, watch out! Jack! - Cameron, watch out! - Watch out! - What'd you do?! - Ow! Oh. You... - no! - Oh! - Carla! No! - Can you get up? - Jack. - I can't feel my legs. Jack, we got to go. Jack, we got to go. - It's fine. - You got to get out of here. - Come on, Jack. They found me in the hallway, and they took me to the medics. I told the police... I told them what they needed to know. - Well, you didn't tell them the whole story. You were pushed to your breaking point by a very sick man, but that doesn't mean you were innocent. What? You stole, cheated, lied. If a jury heard what you just told me and saw that you were the only survivor... You would go to jail. - I did what I had to do. - People lost their lives, Alex. - I thought you said this thing was confidential. - Do you really think that a jury will sympathize with you? - We were victims. You said it yourself. - I can prove that you robbed the school of a half-million dollars. Didn't you? You're pathetic. - What are you gonna do to me? - I'm not gonna do anything to you. - So, what do you want? - I want you to leave... And never come back. I want you to never speak of the events of these last few weeks to anyone as long as you live. Because if you do, I will come after you, and next time, I will not be so generous. Your transfer should be ready now. - Sign right here. I've arranged a nice new home for you in a good school system. Right here, please. You... you have a ride home? A car, yeah? Um, well, I think that's about it. Hopefully, you can put this whole thing behind you soon. Good luck, Alex. So, uh, all is well? - Alex Thomas will never talk about what happened last night again. - Well, thank god for that. What about the money? - We need to dissolve the account. So, we have to figure out where to put it. - This is the file on Brittany you asked for. - Oh, thank you. - "Message from Brittany Tammand." - What? - I don't understand. Who sent this? - Is that Brittany? - Uh-huh - I didn't know what to do. He told me. It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud. He was the most popular guy at school, and he told me that he loved me. He was... He was the class president, and I just didn't think he'd lie to me. But afterwards, he... he stopped calling me. And then... and then his girlfriend found out, and the entire school turned against me. Then these... these two guys from my science class, Ricky and Cameron... They tried to make me... Me do things with them. Oh, my god. And I tried to tell the teacher... but he told me that... That I-i shouldn't act like a slut if I didn't want to be treated like one. I had no other options. I wanted to die. I walked as far as I could until the water was too deep... And then I swam further. And then I just let go. By letting go of everything, it became so clear. I had to die in order to live... So I could make them pay. - Jesus! - Oh, my god! - These haters will pay for the life of Brittany Tammand. - Oh, my god. Wait. Who's Brittany? Alex? - I can't believe I never saw her before. - Alex, who is Brittany? - If she hadn't killed herself, no one would even know who she was. - Your boyfriend would know who she was. - It was Brittany! - What? What? - Brittany. - Who's Brittany? - Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait. - Brittany Tammand is owed a lot of money by the school. - You embezzled money from a charity fund for a suicide victim. - Just figure it out! - Nobody has passwords to their bank account just sitting around, Alex! - Then Ricky had this crazy idea of buying some transmitter that would give us a running log of everything typed into the school computers. - There's something else to the story we don't know about. - People wait their entire lives to pounce on an opportunity that can change their situation. - I think I just figured out how to steal a half a million dollars. - Um, go to... go to that bank account again. Open the bank account! Hurry. Hurry! - It's all gone. Shit, it's empty. - Stupid! "Body not recovered." It's her. - I don't understand. - She's getting away! - Randals, report to the main office immediately, please. - Brittany!! - No! No! No! Oh, my god! - No one even noticed. She just walked into the lake... And then she was gone. - Can you hear them? They talk about us telling lies well, that's no surprise can you see them? See right through them they have no shield no secrets to reveal it doesn't matter what they say, say, say, say In the jealous games people pl-a-a-ay Our lips are sealed there's a weapon that we must use in our defense silence when you look at them look right through them that's when they'll disappear That's when we'll be feared it doesn't matter what they say, say, say, say In the jealous games people pl-a-a-ay Our lips are sealed give no mind to what they say, say, say, say It doesn't matter anyw-a-a-ay Our lips are sealed hush, my darling don't you cry quiet, angel forget their lies can you hear them? They talk about us telling lies well, that's no surprise can you see them? See right through them they have no shame no secrets to reveal it doesn't matter what they say In the jealous games people pl-a-a-ay Our lips are sealed pay no mind to what they say, say, say, say It doesn't matter anyw-a-a-ay Our lips are sealed our lips are sealed our lips are sealed |
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