Tell Me Lies (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - And I'm Sorry if I dissed you - full transcript
You need to tap
into something more specific
to push yourself to your full potential.
- It feels like you've been
really weird with me lately.
- It doesn't have anything to do with you.
- I just wanna feel so normal.
- I know what you mean.
Why is that freshman calling you?
- Wrigley keeps bringing her around.
- I accidentally hooked up with him.
- Wrigley?
It's a memorial for Macy.
This one won't die.
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♪ Beck's Go It Alone playing ♪
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♪ I'm coming over ♪
♪ See me down at the station
by the lane ♪
♪ With my hands in my pocket ♪
♪ Jingling a wish coin ♪
♪ That I stole from a fountain
that was drownin' ♪
♪ All the cares in the world ♪
♪ When I get older ♪
♪ Climbing up on the back porch fence ♪
♪ Just to see the dogs runnin' ♪
♪ With a ring and a question ♪
♪ And my shivering voice is singing
through a crack in the window ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
Hey!
Are you Lucy?
- Yeah.
- I'm your new roommate, Charlie.
They told you I was coming, right?
- Yes, I'm, I'm so sorry.
Yeah, hi.
- Nice to meet you.
Is that my bed?
- Yes.
Um, I'm sorry.
I'll, I'll move all of that.
- I'll help you out.
♪ Lookin' back at the sky
it's burning in the rearview mirror ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- Hey, man.
- Hey.
- Happy new year.
- Hey, you too, dude.
- Hey!
Oh my god, let me get in here.
Hey.
I'm so happy I'm getting a semi.
You haven't been answering my texts.
- I know, I'm sorry, dude.
I've just been
so in the family shit, you know.
- That's alright. I forgive you.
- Yeah.
- So how was your Christmas?
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
Maybe this. Ooh, what about this?
- Okay, so did you, like, talk
to Evan on the phone?
No, no, we just texted.
Aw.
- It's weird. Like, we talk a lot,
but he won't make any moves.
What do you think?
- About Evan?
I think he'd be an idiot
not to fall in love with you.
- Oh my god, I can make
a skirt out of this.
- Did you think of a costume yet?
- I'm, I'm still not really
fully understanding
the concept behind this party.
- It's anything but clothes.
So you can make a costume out of anything
except for regular clothes.
- Oh.
- So like any of this shit is allowed.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.
- Got it.
- Everybody goes, so don't be lame.
- I will find something.
I have all week.
- So I told Wrigley
I would go to this party
off campus tonight.
Do you guys wanna come?
I can't. I have class at nine a.m.
- Yeah, I have my advanced fiction class
pretty early too.
- Wait, you got into that?
- Yeah, I didn't tell you?
No, you definitely didn't!
Are you excited?
- Yeah, no, I am.
I'm really excited.
- So did you see Stephen over break?
- No.
No, I did not.
I think I'm, uh,
done with him for now.
- Seriously?
- Yeah, seriously.
- Fucking finally, dude!
- God!
I am so relieved, dude.
- That's genuinely great news.
- You have no idea how long
we've waited for you to do this.
We talk about it all the time.
- Not, like, all the time.
- No, we talk about it a lot though.
- Great, guys, I'm so happy to hear
how strongly you guys feel about this.
- What was the final straw?
- I don't know.
I-- he was just hiding a lot of stuff.
I'll explain at some point.
I just need to process it all first.
Hey.
- Hey.
- I heard your voice in here.
Hi!
Charlie, this is Bree and Pippa.
Hi.
- Nice to meet you.
- So, uh,
where did you transfer from?
- SUNY Purchase.
I was there for dance,
and I fucked up my knee
for, like, the fifth time.
- Oh.
- Yeah, I gotta find a new direction.
- That, uh, really sucks.
- But what is all of this?
- Have you heard of
an anything but clothes party?
- I have, but I thought it was like
a heterosexual urban legend.
- Yeah. Right, well, uh,
Theta Mu hosts one every year.
- You should definitely come.
- Yeah.
- I don't think I have anything
for a costume but, um--
Uh, there's an amazing
dollar store in town.
I need some more stuff,
so I'll go with you tomorrow if you want.
- Yeah!
Yeah, that sounds great.
- Okay, cool.
- Oh my god, cute shorts.
- What's wrong with these shorts?
They are a respectable length.
I asked several people.
- What kind of people?
- I'm gonna work out with Wrigley.
- Huh. Why?
- Yeah, I don't know.
I'm regretting it already.
- He takes it too seriously.
He's a quarterback at a tier two school.
He's not gonna go pro.
Hey.
Yo.
- I'll, uh,
I'll go with you.
- Cool, yeah.
We can be humiliated together.
- Oh, it's not possible for me
to be humiliated by Wrigley.
- Hopefully, you all got
your rest in over the break
because there's gonna be
a lot of work this semester.
If you'll take out your copies
of On Writing,
I'm excited to hear
what everyone thought of it so far.
Lucy.
You do not have a copy?
- We were supposed to have that
for the first class?
- Yes.
- I'm sorry.
I, um, I'll catch up today.
- Woo!
Fighting Owls!
Hoot-hoot!
Come on, bitch boys, keep it going!
Are you hurting?
Alright.
Fuck!
Fuck you, Wrigley.
Fuck!
I'm done, I'm out.
- You look so pretty.
If we ever go to prison,
I promise to protect you.
- What are you--
what are you doing?
- I got it, Wrigley.
- No, no, no. Come on, seriously,
that's too heavy for you.
Cut it out.
- Can you back up?
Can you let me try?
- At least let me spot you.
I'll spot you.
Okay, I'll spot you.
Whoa, okay, yeah.
- I got it, I got it, I got, I got it.
- Alright, alright?
- Yeah, I got it.
- You're done, you're done!
Jesus!
- Jesus Christ, dude,
you could have smashed your ribs.
That's not smart. That's not good.
- Ah, fuck.
Your short story
can be about anything,
but it must take place
in a time of crisis.
It can be any time of crisis.
It can be mental, physical,
whatever that means to you.
Due Thursday.
- Hi. Do you have On Writing?
It's by Stephen King.
- I know.
The earliest we can get it here is Monday.
- Do you wanna order it?
- Monday? Shit.
Uh, yeah, yeah,
I'll, I'll just order it now.
Thanks.
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- Hey.
- Hey.
- How's it going?
- Good, how, how are you?
Yeah, good.
- Good.
- How was Christmas?
- Uh, it was fine.
It was weird.
- What books are you getting?
- Um, I, I needed On Writing,
but they're out of stock, which is great
because I looked like
a complete idiot in class today,
which felt awesome.
I'm sure you were fine.
- Eh--
- But I have a copy if you want.
- You do? Seriously?
Oh my god.
- Yeah, yeah. I needed it last semester.
- Yes.
- Yeah, it's in my dorm room.
So whenever you wanna
come back and see Stephen,
you'll have a book.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm not, not really dying
to see him
at the moment.
- Oh, okay.
Yeah, yeah, sure, I get it.
I mean,
I love the guy, but you deserve a medal
for putting up with him if I'm honest.
- Yeah, maybe,
maybe we both do.
Yeah, maybe.
You know, in hindsight,
it's probably not a good idea
to room with your friend.
You see a lot of shit.
- Yeah.
Honestly, I... I think
it's over between us.
- Yeah, sure.
I mean, I,
I won't, I won't say anything.
- Thanks.
- But yeah, I can, uh,
I can grab the book for you
and bring it to you.
- Yeah, I have class all day,
but maybe we can grab some coffee later.
- Yeah. Yeah, sure.
- Okay, cool.
Thank you so much, seriously.
Hey.
I haven't seen you since we got back.
- It's only been 24 hours.
- I know.
I missed you though.
Kind of missing you right now, actually.
- Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
I have an hour till my next class.
- Yeah, I don't have time.
I only have half an hour
till my next class, so--
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- That isn't like you.
It's been too long.
- We could go in there.
- Getting caught in the library
isn't really a kink of mine.
- Okay, well, then I guess
it's gonna have to wait then.
- Does it lock?
- Look at me.
Fuck!
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But yeah,
I can officially say
that I have punched somebody
in the face.
- Wow.
- And I gotta say, I feel,
I feel different, you know?
- Oh, I don't.
I have never punched someone before.
- Well, you should try it.
It's very freeing.
- I don't think you
and me punching someone
are the same thing.
- That's fair.
- So how, how is Stephen doing?
I was waiting on that.
- I just mean... like--
- Lucy, come on.
We've never gone for coffee before.
It's all good.
- Yeah, I just don't,
I just don't really have anyone
to talk, talk about him with,
you know.
So--
So what's up?
Are you avoiding him?
- I just feel like there's so much stuff
I don't know about him,
and I'm, I'm trying
to make peace with that.
And I, I just, I know you can't
tell me everything but--
- Yeah, he's one of my best friends.
- I know. I know.
But there's a lot of...
shit he's not telling me,
isn't there?
Please, just
give me anything.
Like, he lies to me a lot.
- But that's not surprising to you.
You're not an oblivious person.
- I kinda feel like one.
- There's a difference
between being oblivious
and choosing to ignore things.
- Can I ask you something random?
- I might not answer, but sure.
- Did he ever talk about any girls
from back home, from Bayville,
Like, anyone that he was seeing
over summer break or anything?
- What are you trying to find out?
- Or, like, Welcome Week?
Like, what was he even doing?
- I don't remember what I was doing
during Welcome Week.
- Okay.
I'm sorry, I must sound fucking crazy.
I'm, I'm... sorry, I'm sorry.
Look,
I don't know what you're digging for,
but... what I will say is
when it comes to Stephen,
you're probably not imagining things.
- Thank you for not being full of shit.
- Yeah, just don't throw me under the bus
if you decide
to start hanging out
with him again.
- No, of course, I wouldn't do that.
What are you thinking?
- What's wrong with you?
You never ask a man
what he's thinking.
Nobody ever told you that?
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So what's up with you and Lucy?
- Uh, nothing.
Just haven't seen her yet.
- I saw her at the library.
- Mm-hmm.
- She looked good, man.
- Uh, did she say anything?
I think she's pissed
I didn't see her over the break.
- No, she seemed fine,
you know, upbeat.
- Upbeat.
- Yeah.
- Hmm.
Yeah, you know, like, happy.
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- There she is.
Hi.
- Hi.
- You good?
- Actually, we need to talk.
- Okay.
Let's go up.
- Uh, I have a roommate now.
- Alright.
Let's go somewhere else then.
- Yeah, we can go for a walk, I guess.
- Great.
- Okay. Um, Just give a second.
I need to grab something.
- Okay.
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- In here.
- Okay.
Nice.
Nice little spot.
- Wanna sit?
- I'm so sorry about Christmas.
I was dealing with family shit.
- I'm not upset about Christmas.
- But you're upset about something.
Okay, it's easier if you just tell me.
- Is there anything you wanna tell me?
- Um--
No, not in particular.
- Okay. Okay.
What is that?
- That's the drawing I did
for you on our first date.
- Uh, no, actually, it's not.
It's a flower that you drew for Macy.
I found it in her bedroom
when I went to her memorial.
So you wanna tell me
what happened between you guys?
- You mean Macy?
We're both from Bayville--
- I know you're both from Bayville.
What else?
- We, we, we hung out
a couple times in Bayville.
I don't know how to draw anything else.
I drew her a flower.
- Look at the fucking paper.
She got this her first day of school.
- I know, I did it
during Welcome Week.
It was like a stupid, like,
welcome to campus kind of thing.
It was like that kind of thing.
- No. You're not telling me the truth.
- I am, I am, that's the truth.
- You told me that you barely knew her.
- Okay, so--
- So, so what?
Just fucking tell me.
- I, I, I--
- Just tell me what happened.
- So we hooked up,
once, over summer.
I didn't tell you because
it wasn't anything,
and then we were still friends after.
That's why I gave her
the flower when she got here,
but I'm sorry that I didn't tell you.
- You're fully--
- What?
- Lying to me right now.
- I'm not lying to you.
That's the truth.
- Then why do you keep
fucking looking away?
- Because I'm--
I know I'm not lying.
I'm just a little uncomfortable
because I didn't--
- You're lying to me.
- I'm not.
I'm not lying to you.
- Then why are you walking away?
- I'm not walking away.
I'm just trying to think about something.
- I'm processing this just for a second.
- Just tell me the truth.
- I am.
- No, you're not.
Look at you.
- What do you want me to say?
- I want you to tell me
why you look so fucking scared.
- I'm sorry.
- Sorry for what?
For what?
Just stop lying for one fucking--
- Okay, okay, okay!
We used to sleep-- fuck!
We used to sleep together.
Last summer, we were sleeping together.
It was, it was, it was nothing.
She didn't want it to be anything.
It was casual.
She didn't want me to tell anybody.
She thought that girls would judge her
because she, she, she was afraid
that, that we weren't actually together.
It was just friends with benefits.
And we said we weren't gonna do it
once we got here.
And then once we got here,
I didn't tell you
because I promised her
I wouldn't tell anyone after she died.
I swear to god
that's the fucking truth, Lucy.
I'm so sorry.
- So you were with her on campus.
- One night. It was stupid.
It was gonna be the last time,
and that was it.
That was all it was.
- What night?
- Lucy.
- What night?
There was only one night
where I wasn't with her.
Did you go to that party with her?
- She was there,
and she, uh, she called me.
I was at a frat party
over on Adley,
and she wanted me
to come meet her.
I didn't go inside.
We just, uh, hung out
in her car.
- And then what?
- And then I was drunk,
and I was, uh--
She said that she could
drive me back to campus.
She had a little bit to drink,
but she, she seemed fine.
She was okay.
And she was driving me,
and this other car came
around the corner really fast.
It was really speeding,
and it was so dark.
There was no way to see it in time.
And then Macy swerved
at the last minute,
and then we went into a, a tree.
- Holy shit.
- They didn't even stop.
They just drove off.
They just left us there.
I didn't know what to do.
I didn't know what happened or anything.
And then I saw her and she was,
uh, she was,
she was dead.
I knew she was dead, you know.
I panicked.
I didn't know what to do.
I was drunk.
- I was so fucking scared.
- It's okay.
- And then, um...
I knew that I couldn't fix her.
And I thought that they were gonna,
they were gonna kick me out of school
or blame me 'cause I let her drive.
I had drugs on me.
I had fucking coke.
I don't have parents
that can bail me out
if something happens.
Hey, come here.
And so I
just fucking ran back to campus.
- That's so fucking scary.
- I'm so sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
- No, it doesn't, it's not--
- I regret it every fucking day.
It's fucking killing me, I'm sorry.
- I can't believe you've been
holding this in all year.
I can't fucking believe that.
Come here, come here.
Come here. Come here.
Is there anything else?
Anything else?
You can trust me, I promise.
I promise, you can trust me.
I promise.
- It was Drew.
- What?
- The other car, he was driving.
He was drunk.
- What are you talking about?
- I didn't know it was him at first.
Wrigley came to me.
He needed help managing him
or something,
keeping him from going crazy.
Wrigley's been covering for him all year.
- Wait, what are you--
what are you talking,
you're telling me that Drew
ran you guys off the road
and just fucking left?
- Yeah.
- That's insane! He can't,
he can't get away with that.
- I know, I know, I know.
Wrigley's my best friend.
And if people found out
or start asking questions
about that night,
I was in the car.
- You--
- Okay, I am not--
- He cannot get away with this.
He can't get away with this.
But no one's gonna find out.
No one's gonna find out, I promise.
It's okay.
I'm not gonna leave you alone.
I'm not leaving,
I'm not going anywhere.
Okay.
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I'm right here.
I think we should go.
Hey.
We talked and everything's good.
- Good, good.
Okay, so he's just, like, decided
not to treat you like
complete shit from now on.
Is that it? Is that--
- Don't, don't.
- Yeah.
- Pippa.
- What?
- Maybe that's,
maybe it's not our business.
- Seriously?
- You know, maybe you
should listen to Bree.
- She feels the exact same way I do.
She's just too nice to say it.
He's not a good guy.
- Well, there's a lot
you don't know about him,
so maybe you just--
- There's a lot about him
that you don't know,
like the fact that he's
still hanging out with Diana.
I saw them together, like, two days ago.
They're still hooking up.
Ask him.
Why are you putting up with this?
- Stop. Just stop!
And stop fucking talking about it.
I'm so sick of hearing
everyone's opinions about me.
It's none of your fucking business.
And I don't judge you
and your relationship,
so why won't you just stay
the fuck away from mine?
And if that's pathetic, then I don't,
I don't know what to tell you.
- I don't think you're pathetic.
I just want you to be careful, okay?
Okay?
- Okay.
Okay.
- Hey.
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- Wow.
Good morning, sunshine.
Where are you coming from?
- Lucy's.
- So I guess she isn't mad at you.
- Yeah, we talked. It's all good.
Are you around tonight?
- Uh, Wrigley's teammate
is having something.
You should come by.
- Did Wrigley ever tell you
that he slept with Diana freshman year?
- Really?
- Welcome Week.
I mean, it's fine.
It's just funny.
But yeah, he never told me.
- Probably thought you wouldn't care.
- He-- Wait, what?
What do you mean?
Come on, bro.
Look, you know
how you are with girls.
You can't expect other people
to take your relationships seriously
if you don't.
- It's cold in here.
Hey, are you okay?
Are you upset with me?
- What?
- You just seem real quiet.
I don't want you to worry
about me and Stephen.
- I'm not worried about you
and Stephen.
- You're not?
- No.
Honestly, it's been several hours
since I've thought
about your relationship.
I'm just thinking about
how I need to get an A
in my sociology class
because if I don't,
my GPA could drop below 3.8
and I would lose a huge portion
of my financial aid.
So that's what I'm worried about.
- I'm sorry, I'm a dick.
- Um--
Honestly, I think I'm gonna go
study in the library.
Not because of anything.
Just, um,
just it's a little loud in here.
- Yeah, of course.
I'll see you later.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Are you sure you don't mind
being seen with me in public?
- What do you mean?
What does that mean?
- Pippa told me she saw you
and Diana together.
- Right.
Um, that was nothing.
- It's fine. It's completely fine.
Really, I thought about it
and I don't know
what to believe
about you and Diana,
but then I realized
that it doesn't matter.
And whatever happened
before last night is in the past,
and I just wanna move forward with you
and just have a clean slate.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
But I am done looking like
a fucking idiot.
So I'm asking you to treat me
with some respect from now on.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Like real respect.
- Mm-hmm.
I understand.
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- You okay?
- Yeah, it's just this short story
that's due tomorrow,
and everything I've written sucks.
- Do you have an old essay
you could repurpose,
like from high school or something?
- Do people do that?
- I've done it.
- I don't think I have
any old essays though.
I did have a LiveJournal at one point,
which I know is very embarrassing
but I used to write all these
long stories anonymously.
- That could work.
- I don't remember my password,
but they're probably still up there.
Oh my god, they're here, wow.
Let me see.
Is this a true story?
- No, no, no.
This is just something I made up.
- I think it works.
Technically, it's not cheating.
You wrote it, right?
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
♪ hip-hop music playing ♪
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- Alright, there you go.
Oh!
What's up?
What are you doing?
- I'm gonna get another drink.
- Okay.
- Bye, Pippa.
- How's your wrist doing?
- Oh man, it's fine.
I overdid it, you know.
- Yup.
- But I think I'm gonna work out more.
I gotta get in. Yeah.
I was thinking again tomorrow morning?
- You wanna go at 10 a.m.?
- You wanna go at nine a.m.?
- Overachiever.
- Alright.
- Overachiever.
- Hey, uh,
do you want that?
- Oh.
You don't want it?
- I'm not trying to have a late night.
- I fucking love you.
Come here.
- Hey. Can I talk to you?
- Hi.
Yes, of course.
Which one of us?
- You're obviously upset with me
about the Wrigley thing.
So how do I fix this?
- I don't think you can.
You, you fucked my best friend,
and then you lied about it
for two years.
- I wasn't trying to lie about it.
- You gave me months of shit
for a drunk night I had with some girl
that's not significant
to either of our lives,
and you're hiding this.
- I'm so sorry.
I didn't think it was important.
We didn't know each other.
- It's not something I can get past.
- Stephen, please.
I fucked up, but
I love you.
- I can't look at you the same way.
- Do you actually mean that?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
- Yeah, sorry?
Are you kidding me right now?
How are you this casual about it?
I have forgiven you so many times.
- I appreciate that.
I'm so sorry, Diana.
I'm sorry.
This is it for us.
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- So, any thoughts on this piece?
Yes, Nellie.
- I really liked it.
It's kind of macabre almost,
the mom cheating on the dad
while he's dying.
It was really visceral.
- This was some really,
really strong work, Lucy.
I appreciate you digging
into these more emotional territories.
- Well done.
- Thank you.
Oh god.
- Oh god.
- Come on, Wrigley!
- Oh no, I got tequila
coming out of my pores, man.
I gotta go back to bed.
- What?
- I gotta go back in, I can't--
- No, it hasn't even been
a fucking hour!
Let's go, push!
- Oh.
It's the coke.
Oh, whenever I do coke,
I forget that I'm already drunk.
- Yeah, you do do that.
- Oh!
- Hey, what about the sauna?
Sweat all the alcohol out of you.
- Really?
- Oh yeah.
Yeah.
It's science.
- Yeah.
- Come on. Come on.
- Oh man, I think I'm gonna be sick.
- So I ended things with Diana.
For good this time.
- You feel okay about it?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
- Okay. I'm sorry, man.
- No, no, it's okay.
It's okay.
Uh, how are things with Pippa?
- Um--
Uh, good.
- Really?
- Yeah, she's, you know,
she's really been there for me
with all the Drew stuff.
- Yeah.
Do you miss fucking other girls?
- No, I like fucking Pippa.
- Hmm.
Must be good.
She's keeping you away
from all the groupies, Wrigley.
- Yeah, yeah.
She's, she's awesome.
- She seems like
she would be pretty, um,
open to stuff.
You know what I mean?
- Uh, yeah, yeah.
I mean she's def--
you know, she's definitely not uptight.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Like, what do you mean?
- Uh, I don't know.
I don't know. Oh god, I think
I'm gonna fucking pass out.
I gotta get out of here.
- Wait, come on, you can't say that
and not give me an example.
Come on.
- Well, I just--
She's just, you know,
she's always in the mood to fuck.
- No one on the football team
has trouble finding girls
that are in the mood to fuck.
Is that all?
- Ok-okay.
- One thing that's cool--
- Yeah.
- She's into porn.
- Whoa.
- The first girl I ever watched porn with.
- A lot of girls are into porn.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, but, you know, she's,
she's more open to trying stuff.
- Like what?
- What, you want specifics?
- Yeah.
I mean, you say this girl made you
swear off all other pussy.
Come on.
- Okay, um--
So, like, the second time we fucked--
- Yeah.
- I was super drunk,
and she let me come on her face,
and I, like, barely knew her
at this point.
I mean, you wanted specifics
so I gave you--
- No, I know, I know.
No, no, I know, I know, I know.
I, I did.
It's just that's--
Hmm, never mind, it's--
- I mean, I really like this girl.
I really do.
- I know, I know.
I know you do.
I know, I can tell.
♪
♪
- Uh, so,
what about Lucy?
What's that like?
- I can't talk about Lucy like that.
We should get out of here.
You look like shit.
♪
♪
- Fuck. Yeah, I--
♪
- Ow!
- I'm sorry.
- No, it's cool.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- You guys look amazing.
Oh my god.
- What are you gonna wear?
- Oh, we're just gonna go like this,
say we forgot to make a costume.
- They're not gonna let you in
in regular clothes
because that's kind of the whole point.
- Oh, it's a sorority party.
I'm sure we'll be fine.
They're not gonna deny us entrance.
- Nobody's allowed in without a costume.
- It's not gonna ruin the party
if there are two people
in their own clothes, right?
- Uh, no, it'll detract
from the experience.
- I told you.
- If you want in,
you can, uh, put on one of these.
♪ party music playing ♪
- There you are.
- Stop.
- You let me know
if you want me to set you up
with one of my teammates.
What kind of guys are you into?
- Girls.
- Nice.
Hey.
Give me some attention.
- Give me some attention.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Are you so miserable right now?
- No. Not at all.
- No?
- I'm not.
- Hey, is there anything
other than warm vodka?
- Uh, can you fuck yourself?
- I'll help you look.
- You guys are so cute.
You look really good, Pippa.
- Thanks.
- Is this new, like,
using, like, a new, like,
skin routine or a cream?
Your face is glowing.
It's just beautiful.
- Hey, uh, let's,
let's get some beer.
- What?
- Yeah, no, let's get some beer.
♪
♪
- One second!
There's a line.
- Sorry.
♪ hip-hop music playing ♪
It's a very impressive costume.
- Oh yeah?
Are you really impressed?
- I am, it's a good one.
It's creative.
- You're funny.
- Why am I funny?
- You could do
so much better than him.
- Okay.
Evan, you are very drunk.
- No, no, fuck off.
Don't do that.
You know. I know you know.
You know I like you.
- Come on.
- Don't do this. Don't do this.
- No.
It's true.
I mean, he's my roommate
and all that.
I think I like you more than I like him.
- Why are you doing this?
You need to stop talking
about this, okay.
I don't know what you thought
I was gonna do with the information.
Excuse me.
♪ muffled hip-hop music playing ♪
- I just got accosted
by, like, five sorority girls
for trying to light this inside.
- Is this small talk?
I guess, yeah.
- Is the hope that you sit down
and say something mundane enough
that I forget you told Lucy
all that bullshit about me
and Diana, is that it?
- I really wasn't trying
to start new drama.
- I think you're the kind of person
that relies on starting drama.
Without it, your,
your friends would find out
that you don't have
anything original to contribute.
- Don't take it out on me
just because I caught you doing
some bullshit.
- Pippa, you didn't catch me
doing anything.
Don't inflate your own significance.
- No, you've been lying to Lucy all year.
- Don't be such a fucking hypocrite.
You've been lying to her for months.
- What?
- About Macy, everything.
Hiding the fact that
your boyfriend's brother
may have been the reason she died,
kind of a big one.
That would really hurt her.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
You know, you obviously haven't told her
the truth either, so--
- I know.
But I'm not being a self-righteous
little cunt about it,
talking about people behind their backs.
I'm just minding my own business.
You should do the same.
♪ The Postal Service's
Such Great Heights playing ♪
♪
- You found me.
- You wanna sit down?
- Yes, please.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Yeah, let's go.
♪ I am thinking it's a sign ♪
♪ That the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images ♪
♪ And when we kiss,
they're perfectly aligned ♪
♪ And I have to speculate ♪
♪ That God Himself did make
us into corresponding shapes ♪
♪ Like puzzle pieces from the clay ♪
♪ And true it may seem like a stretch ♪
♪ But it's thoughts like this that catch ♪
♪ My troubled head when you're away ♪
♪ When I am missing you to death ♪
♪ When you are out there on the road ♪
♪ For several weeks of shows ♪
♪ And when you scan the radio ♪
♪ I hope this song will guide you home ♪
♪ They will see us waving
from such great heights ♪
♪ "Come down now" ♪
♪ They'll say ♪
♪ But everything looks perfect
from far away ♪
♪ "Come down now" ♪
♪ But we'll stay ♪
♪ I tried my best to leave ♪
♪ This all on your machine ♪
♪ But the persistent beat ♪
♪ It sounded thin upon the sending ♪
♪ They will see us waving
from such great heights ♪
♪ "Come down now" ♪
♪ They'll say ♪
♪ But everything looks perfect
from far away ♪
♪ "Come down now" ♪
♪ But we'll stay ♪
into something more specific
to push yourself to your full potential.
- It feels like you've been
really weird with me lately.
- It doesn't have anything to do with you.
- I just wanna feel so normal.
- I know what you mean.
Why is that freshman calling you?
- Wrigley keeps bringing her around.
- I accidentally hooked up with him.
- Wrigley?
It's a memorial for Macy.
This one won't die.
♪
♪
♪
♪ Beck's Go It Alone playing ♪
♪
♪
♪ I'm coming over ♪
♪ See me down at the station
by the lane ♪
♪ With my hands in my pocket ♪
♪ Jingling a wish coin ♪
♪ That I stole from a fountain
that was drownin' ♪
♪ All the cares in the world ♪
♪ When I get older ♪
♪ Climbing up on the back porch fence ♪
♪ Just to see the dogs runnin' ♪
♪ With a ring and a question ♪
♪ And my shivering voice is singing
through a crack in the window ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
Hey!
Are you Lucy?
- Yeah.
- I'm your new roommate, Charlie.
They told you I was coming, right?
- Yes, I'm, I'm so sorry.
Yeah, hi.
- Nice to meet you.
Is that my bed?
- Yes.
Um, I'm sorry.
I'll, I'll move all of that.
- I'll help you out.
♪ Lookin' back at the sky
it's burning in the rearview mirror ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
- Hey, man.
- Hey.
- Happy new year.
- Hey, you too, dude.
- Hey!
Oh my god, let me get in here.
Hey.
I'm so happy I'm getting a semi.
You haven't been answering my texts.
- I know, I'm sorry, dude.
I've just been
so in the family shit, you know.
- That's alright. I forgive you.
- Yeah.
- So how was your Christmas?
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ I better go it alone ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
Maybe this. Ooh, what about this?
- Okay, so did you, like, talk
to Evan on the phone?
No, no, we just texted.
Aw.
- It's weird. Like, we talk a lot,
but he won't make any moves.
What do you think?
- About Evan?
I think he'd be an idiot
not to fall in love with you.
- Oh my god, I can make
a skirt out of this.
- Did you think of a costume yet?
- I'm, I'm still not really
fully understanding
the concept behind this party.
- It's anything but clothes.
So you can make a costume out of anything
except for regular clothes.
- Oh.
- So like any of this shit is allowed.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.
- Got it.
- Everybody goes, so don't be lame.
- I will find something.
I have all week.
- So I told Wrigley
I would go to this party
off campus tonight.
Do you guys wanna come?
I can't. I have class at nine a.m.
- Yeah, I have my advanced fiction class
pretty early too.
- Wait, you got into that?
- Yeah, I didn't tell you?
No, you definitely didn't!
Are you excited?
- Yeah, no, I am.
I'm really excited.
- So did you see Stephen over break?
- No.
No, I did not.
I think I'm, uh,
done with him for now.
- Seriously?
- Yeah, seriously.
- Fucking finally, dude!
- God!
I am so relieved, dude.
- That's genuinely great news.
- You have no idea how long
we've waited for you to do this.
We talk about it all the time.
- Not, like, all the time.
- No, we talk about it a lot though.
- Great, guys, I'm so happy to hear
how strongly you guys feel about this.
- What was the final straw?
- I don't know.
I-- he was just hiding a lot of stuff.
I'll explain at some point.
I just need to process it all first.
Hey.
- Hey.
- I heard your voice in here.
Hi!
Charlie, this is Bree and Pippa.
Hi.
- Nice to meet you.
- So, uh,
where did you transfer from?
- SUNY Purchase.
I was there for dance,
and I fucked up my knee
for, like, the fifth time.
- Oh.
- Yeah, I gotta find a new direction.
- That, uh, really sucks.
- But what is all of this?
- Have you heard of
an anything but clothes party?
- I have, but I thought it was like
a heterosexual urban legend.
- Yeah. Right, well, uh,
Theta Mu hosts one every year.
- You should definitely come.
- Yeah.
- I don't think I have anything
for a costume but, um--
Uh, there's an amazing
dollar store in town.
I need some more stuff,
so I'll go with you tomorrow if you want.
- Yeah!
Yeah, that sounds great.
- Okay, cool.
- Oh my god, cute shorts.
- What's wrong with these shorts?
They are a respectable length.
I asked several people.
- What kind of people?
- I'm gonna work out with Wrigley.
- Huh. Why?
- Yeah, I don't know.
I'm regretting it already.
- He takes it too seriously.
He's a quarterback at a tier two school.
He's not gonna go pro.
Hey.
Yo.
- I'll, uh,
I'll go with you.
- Cool, yeah.
We can be humiliated together.
- Oh, it's not possible for me
to be humiliated by Wrigley.
- Hopefully, you all got
your rest in over the break
because there's gonna be
a lot of work this semester.
If you'll take out your copies
of On Writing,
I'm excited to hear
what everyone thought of it so far.
Lucy.
You do not have a copy?
- We were supposed to have that
for the first class?
- Yes.
- I'm sorry.
I, um, I'll catch up today.
- Woo!
Fighting Owls!
Hoot-hoot!
Come on, bitch boys, keep it going!
Are you hurting?
Alright.
Fuck!
Fuck you, Wrigley.
Fuck!
I'm done, I'm out.
- You look so pretty.
If we ever go to prison,
I promise to protect you.
- What are you--
what are you doing?
- I got it, Wrigley.
- No, no, no. Come on, seriously,
that's too heavy for you.
Cut it out.
- Can you back up?
Can you let me try?
- At least let me spot you.
I'll spot you.
Okay, I'll spot you.
Whoa, okay, yeah.
- I got it, I got it, I got, I got it.
- Alright, alright?
- Yeah, I got it.
- You're done, you're done!
Jesus!
- Jesus Christ, dude,
you could have smashed your ribs.
That's not smart. That's not good.
- Ah, fuck.
Your short story
can be about anything,
but it must take place
in a time of crisis.
It can be any time of crisis.
It can be mental, physical,
whatever that means to you.
Due Thursday.
- Hi. Do you have On Writing?
It's by Stephen King.
- I know.
The earliest we can get it here is Monday.
- Do you wanna order it?
- Monday? Shit.
Uh, yeah, yeah,
I'll, I'll just order it now.
Thanks.
♪
♪
♪
- Hey.
- Hey.
- How's it going?
- Good, how, how are you?
Yeah, good.
- Good.
- How was Christmas?
- Uh, it was fine.
It was weird.
- What books are you getting?
- Um, I, I needed On Writing,
but they're out of stock, which is great
because I looked like
a complete idiot in class today,
which felt awesome.
I'm sure you were fine.
- Eh--
- But I have a copy if you want.
- You do? Seriously?
Oh my god.
- Yeah, yeah. I needed it last semester.
- Yes.
- Yeah, it's in my dorm room.
So whenever you wanna
come back and see Stephen,
you'll have a book.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm not, not really dying
to see him
at the moment.
- Oh, okay.
Yeah, yeah, sure, I get it.
I mean,
I love the guy, but you deserve a medal
for putting up with him if I'm honest.
- Yeah, maybe,
maybe we both do.
Yeah, maybe.
You know, in hindsight,
it's probably not a good idea
to room with your friend.
You see a lot of shit.
- Yeah.
Honestly, I... I think
it's over between us.
- Yeah, sure.
I mean, I,
I won't, I won't say anything.
- Thanks.
- But yeah, I can, uh,
I can grab the book for you
and bring it to you.
- Yeah, I have class all day,
but maybe we can grab some coffee later.
- Yeah. Yeah, sure.
- Okay, cool.
Thank you so much, seriously.
Hey.
I haven't seen you since we got back.
- It's only been 24 hours.
- I know.
I missed you though.
Kind of missing you right now, actually.
- Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
I have an hour till my next class.
- Yeah, I don't have time.
I only have half an hour
till my next class, so--
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- That isn't like you.
It's been too long.
- We could go in there.
- Getting caught in the library
isn't really a kink of mine.
- Okay, well, then I guess
it's gonna have to wait then.
- Does it lock?
- Look at me.
Fuck!
♪
♪
♪
But yeah,
I can officially say
that I have punched somebody
in the face.
- Wow.
- And I gotta say, I feel,
I feel different, you know?
- Oh, I don't.
I have never punched someone before.
- Well, you should try it.
It's very freeing.
- I don't think you
and me punching someone
are the same thing.
- That's fair.
- So how, how is Stephen doing?
I was waiting on that.
- I just mean... like--
- Lucy, come on.
We've never gone for coffee before.
It's all good.
- Yeah, I just don't,
I just don't really have anyone
to talk, talk about him with,
you know.
So--
So what's up?
Are you avoiding him?
- I just feel like there's so much stuff
I don't know about him,
and I'm, I'm trying
to make peace with that.
And I, I just, I know you can't
tell me everything but--
- Yeah, he's one of my best friends.
- I know. I know.
But there's a lot of...
shit he's not telling me,
isn't there?
Please, just
give me anything.
Like, he lies to me a lot.
- But that's not surprising to you.
You're not an oblivious person.
- I kinda feel like one.
- There's a difference
between being oblivious
and choosing to ignore things.
- Can I ask you something random?
- I might not answer, but sure.
- Did he ever talk about any girls
from back home, from Bayville,
Like, anyone that he was seeing
over summer break or anything?
- What are you trying to find out?
- Or, like, Welcome Week?
Like, what was he even doing?
- I don't remember what I was doing
during Welcome Week.
- Okay.
I'm sorry, I must sound fucking crazy.
I'm, I'm... sorry, I'm sorry.
Look,
I don't know what you're digging for,
but... what I will say is
when it comes to Stephen,
you're probably not imagining things.
- Thank you for not being full of shit.
- Yeah, just don't throw me under the bus
if you decide
to start hanging out
with him again.
- No, of course, I wouldn't do that.
What are you thinking?
- What's wrong with you?
You never ask a man
what he's thinking.
Nobody ever told you that?
♪
♪
So what's up with you and Lucy?
- Uh, nothing.
Just haven't seen her yet.
- I saw her at the library.
- Mm-hmm.
- She looked good, man.
- Uh, did she say anything?
I think she's pissed
I didn't see her over the break.
- No, she seemed fine,
you know, upbeat.
- Upbeat.
- Yeah.
- Hmm.
Yeah, you know, like, happy.
♪
♪
- There she is.
Hi.
- Hi.
- You good?
- Actually, we need to talk.
- Okay.
Let's go up.
- Uh, I have a roommate now.
- Alright.
Let's go somewhere else then.
- Yeah, we can go for a walk, I guess.
- Great.
- Okay. Um, Just give a second.
I need to grab something.
- Okay.
♪
♪
- In here.
- Okay.
Nice.
Nice little spot.
- Wanna sit?
- I'm so sorry about Christmas.
I was dealing with family shit.
- I'm not upset about Christmas.
- But you're upset about something.
Okay, it's easier if you just tell me.
- Is there anything you wanna tell me?
- Um--
No, not in particular.
- Okay. Okay.
What is that?
- That's the drawing I did
for you on our first date.
- Uh, no, actually, it's not.
It's a flower that you drew for Macy.
I found it in her bedroom
when I went to her memorial.
So you wanna tell me
what happened between you guys?
- You mean Macy?
We're both from Bayville--
- I know you're both from Bayville.
What else?
- We, we, we hung out
a couple times in Bayville.
I don't know how to draw anything else.
I drew her a flower.
- Look at the fucking paper.
She got this her first day of school.
- I know, I did it
during Welcome Week.
It was like a stupid, like,
welcome to campus kind of thing.
It was like that kind of thing.
- No. You're not telling me the truth.
- I am, I am, that's the truth.
- You told me that you barely knew her.
- Okay, so--
- So, so what?
Just fucking tell me.
- I, I, I--
- Just tell me what happened.
- So we hooked up,
once, over summer.
I didn't tell you because
it wasn't anything,
and then we were still friends after.
That's why I gave her
the flower when she got here,
but I'm sorry that I didn't tell you.
- You're fully--
- What?
- Lying to me right now.
- I'm not lying to you.
That's the truth.
- Then why do you keep
fucking looking away?
- Because I'm--
I know I'm not lying.
I'm just a little uncomfortable
because I didn't--
- You're lying to me.
- I'm not.
I'm not lying to you.
- Then why are you walking away?
- I'm not walking away.
I'm just trying to think about something.
- I'm processing this just for a second.
- Just tell me the truth.
- I am.
- No, you're not.
Look at you.
- What do you want me to say?
- I want you to tell me
why you look so fucking scared.
- I'm sorry.
- Sorry for what?
For what?
Just stop lying for one fucking--
- Okay, okay, okay!
We used to sleep-- fuck!
We used to sleep together.
Last summer, we were sleeping together.
It was, it was, it was nothing.
She didn't want it to be anything.
It was casual.
She didn't want me to tell anybody.
She thought that girls would judge her
because she, she, she was afraid
that, that we weren't actually together.
It was just friends with benefits.
And we said we weren't gonna do it
once we got here.
And then once we got here,
I didn't tell you
because I promised her
I wouldn't tell anyone after she died.
I swear to god
that's the fucking truth, Lucy.
I'm so sorry.
- So you were with her on campus.
- One night. It was stupid.
It was gonna be the last time,
and that was it.
That was all it was.
- What night?
- Lucy.
- What night?
There was only one night
where I wasn't with her.
Did you go to that party with her?
- She was there,
and she, uh, she called me.
I was at a frat party
over on Adley,
and she wanted me
to come meet her.
I didn't go inside.
We just, uh, hung out
in her car.
- And then what?
- And then I was drunk,
and I was, uh--
She said that she could
drive me back to campus.
She had a little bit to drink,
but she, she seemed fine.
She was okay.
And she was driving me,
and this other car came
around the corner really fast.
It was really speeding,
and it was so dark.
There was no way to see it in time.
And then Macy swerved
at the last minute,
and then we went into a, a tree.
- Holy shit.
- They didn't even stop.
They just drove off.
They just left us there.
I didn't know what to do.
I didn't know what happened or anything.
And then I saw her and she was,
uh, she was,
she was dead.
I knew she was dead, you know.
I panicked.
I didn't know what to do.
I was drunk.
- I was so fucking scared.
- It's okay.
- And then, um...
I knew that I couldn't fix her.
And I thought that they were gonna,
they were gonna kick me out of school
or blame me 'cause I let her drive.
I had drugs on me.
I had fucking coke.
I don't have parents
that can bail me out
if something happens.
Hey, come here.
And so I
just fucking ran back to campus.
- That's so fucking scary.
- I'm so sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
- No, it doesn't, it's not--
- I regret it every fucking day.
It's fucking killing me, I'm sorry.
- I can't believe you've been
holding this in all year.
I can't fucking believe that.
Come here, come here.
Come here. Come here.
Is there anything else?
Anything else?
You can trust me, I promise.
I promise, you can trust me.
I promise.
- It was Drew.
- What?
- The other car, he was driving.
He was drunk.
- What are you talking about?
- I didn't know it was him at first.
Wrigley came to me.
He needed help managing him
or something,
keeping him from going crazy.
Wrigley's been covering for him all year.
- Wait, what are you--
what are you talking,
you're telling me that Drew
ran you guys off the road
and just fucking left?
- Yeah.
- That's insane! He can't,
he can't get away with that.
- I know, I know, I know.
Wrigley's my best friend.
And if people found out
or start asking questions
about that night,
I was in the car.
- You--
- Okay, I am not--
- He cannot get away with this.
He can't get away with this.
But no one's gonna find out.
No one's gonna find out, I promise.
It's okay.
I'm not gonna leave you alone.
I'm not leaving,
I'm not going anywhere.
Okay.
♪
I'm right here.
I think we should go.
Hey.
We talked and everything's good.
- Good, good.
Okay, so he's just, like, decided
not to treat you like
complete shit from now on.
Is that it? Is that--
- Don't, don't.
- Yeah.
- Pippa.
- What?
- Maybe that's,
maybe it's not our business.
- Seriously?
- You know, maybe you
should listen to Bree.
- She feels the exact same way I do.
She's just too nice to say it.
He's not a good guy.
- Well, there's a lot
you don't know about him,
so maybe you just--
- There's a lot about him
that you don't know,
like the fact that he's
still hanging out with Diana.
I saw them together, like, two days ago.
They're still hooking up.
Ask him.
Why are you putting up with this?
- Stop. Just stop!
And stop fucking talking about it.
I'm so sick of hearing
everyone's opinions about me.
It's none of your fucking business.
And I don't judge you
and your relationship,
so why won't you just stay
the fuck away from mine?
And if that's pathetic, then I don't,
I don't know what to tell you.
- I don't think you're pathetic.
I just want you to be careful, okay?
Okay?
- Okay.
Okay.
- Hey.
♪
- Wow.
Good morning, sunshine.
Where are you coming from?
- Lucy's.
- So I guess she isn't mad at you.
- Yeah, we talked. It's all good.
Are you around tonight?
- Uh, Wrigley's teammate
is having something.
You should come by.
- Did Wrigley ever tell you
that he slept with Diana freshman year?
- Really?
- Welcome Week.
I mean, it's fine.
It's just funny.
But yeah, he never told me.
- Probably thought you wouldn't care.
- He-- Wait, what?
What do you mean?
Come on, bro.
Look, you know
how you are with girls.
You can't expect other people
to take your relationships seriously
if you don't.
- It's cold in here.
Hey, are you okay?
Are you upset with me?
- What?
- You just seem real quiet.
I don't want you to worry
about me and Stephen.
- I'm not worried about you
and Stephen.
- You're not?
- No.
Honestly, it's been several hours
since I've thought
about your relationship.
I'm just thinking about
how I need to get an A
in my sociology class
because if I don't,
my GPA could drop below 3.8
and I would lose a huge portion
of my financial aid.
So that's what I'm worried about.
- I'm sorry, I'm a dick.
- Um--
Honestly, I think I'm gonna go
study in the library.
Not because of anything.
Just, um,
just it's a little loud in here.
- Yeah, of course.
I'll see you later.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Are you sure you don't mind
being seen with me in public?
- What do you mean?
What does that mean?
- Pippa told me she saw you
and Diana together.
- Right.
Um, that was nothing.
- It's fine. It's completely fine.
Really, I thought about it
and I don't know
what to believe
about you and Diana,
but then I realized
that it doesn't matter.
And whatever happened
before last night is in the past,
and I just wanna move forward with you
and just have a clean slate.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
But I am done looking like
a fucking idiot.
So I'm asking you to treat me
with some respect from now on.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Like real respect.
- Mm-hmm.
I understand.
♪
- You okay?
- Yeah, it's just this short story
that's due tomorrow,
and everything I've written sucks.
- Do you have an old essay
you could repurpose,
like from high school or something?
- Do people do that?
- I've done it.
- I don't think I have
any old essays though.
I did have a LiveJournal at one point,
which I know is very embarrassing
but I used to write all these
long stories anonymously.
- That could work.
- I don't remember my password,
but they're probably still up there.
Oh my god, they're here, wow.
Let me see.
Is this a true story?
- No, no, no.
This is just something I made up.
- I think it works.
Technically, it's not cheating.
You wrote it, right?
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
♪ hip-hop music playing ♪
♪
- Alright, there you go.
Oh!
What's up?
What are you doing?
- I'm gonna get another drink.
- Okay.
- Bye, Pippa.
- How's your wrist doing?
- Oh man, it's fine.
I overdid it, you know.
- Yup.
- But I think I'm gonna work out more.
I gotta get in. Yeah.
I was thinking again tomorrow morning?
- You wanna go at 10 a.m.?
- You wanna go at nine a.m.?
- Overachiever.
- Alright.
- Overachiever.
- Hey, uh,
do you want that?
- Oh.
You don't want it?
- I'm not trying to have a late night.
- I fucking love you.
Come here.
- Hey. Can I talk to you?
- Hi.
Yes, of course.
Which one of us?
- You're obviously upset with me
about the Wrigley thing.
So how do I fix this?
- I don't think you can.
You, you fucked my best friend,
and then you lied about it
for two years.
- I wasn't trying to lie about it.
- You gave me months of shit
for a drunk night I had with some girl
that's not significant
to either of our lives,
and you're hiding this.
- I'm so sorry.
I didn't think it was important.
We didn't know each other.
- It's not something I can get past.
- Stephen, please.
I fucked up, but
I love you.
- I can't look at you the same way.
- Do you actually mean that?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
- Yeah, sorry?
Are you kidding me right now?
How are you this casual about it?
I have forgiven you so many times.
- I appreciate that.
I'm so sorry, Diana.
I'm sorry.
This is it for us.
♪
♪
- So, any thoughts on this piece?
Yes, Nellie.
- I really liked it.
It's kind of macabre almost,
the mom cheating on the dad
while he's dying.
It was really visceral.
- This was some really,
really strong work, Lucy.
I appreciate you digging
into these more emotional territories.
- Well done.
- Thank you.
Oh god.
- Oh god.
- Come on, Wrigley!
- Oh no, I got tequila
coming out of my pores, man.
I gotta go back to bed.
- What?
- I gotta go back in, I can't--
- No, it hasn't even been
a fucking hour!
Let's go, push!
- Oh.
It's the coke.
Oh, whenever I do coke,
I forget that I'm already drunk.
- Yeah, you do do that.
- Oh!
- Hey, what about the sauna?
Sweat all the alcohol out of you.
- Really?
- Oh yeah.
Yeah.
It's science.
- Yeah.
- Come on. Come on.
- Oh man, I think I'm gonna be sick.
- So I ended things with Diana.
For good this time.
- You feel okay about it?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
- Okay. I'm sorry, man.
- No, no, it's okay.
It's okay.
Uh, how are things with Pippa?
- Um--
Uh, good.
- Really?
- Yeah, she's, you know,
she's really been there for me
with all the Drew stuff.
- Yeah.
Do you miss fucking other girls?
- No, I like fucking Pippa.
- Hmm.
Must be good.
She's keeping you away
from all the groupies, Wrigley.
- Yeah, yeah.
She's, she's awesome.
- She seems like
she would be pretty, um,
open to stuff.
You know what I mean?
- Uh, yeah, yeah.
I mean she's def--
you know, she's definitely not uptight.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Like, what do you mean?
- Uh, I don't know.
I don't know. Oh god, I think
I'm gonna fucking pass out.
I gotta get out of here.
- Wait, come on, you can't say that
and not give me an example.
Come on.
- Well, I just--
She's just, you know,
she's always in the mood to fuck.
- No one on the football team
has trouble finding girls
that are in the mood to fuck.
Is that all?
- Ok-okay.
- One thing that's cool--
- Yeah.
- She's into porn.
- Whoa.
- The first girl I ever watched porn with.
- A lot of girls are into porn.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, but, you know, she's,
she's more open to trying stuff.
- Like what?
- What, you want specifics?
- Yeah.
I mean, you say this girl made you
swear off all other pussy.
Come on.
- Okay, um--
So, like, the second time we fucked--
- Yeah.
- I was super drunk,
and she let me come on her face,
and I, like, barely knew her
at this point.
I mean, you wanted specifics
so I gave you--
- No, I know, I know.
No, no, I know, I know, I know.
I, I did.
It's just that's--
Hmm, never mind, it's--
- I mean, I really like this girl.
I really do.
- I know, I know.
I know you do.
I know, I can tell.
♪
♪
- Uh, so,
what about Lucy?
What's that like?
- I can't talk about Lucy like that.
We should get out of here.
You look like shit.
♪
♪
- Fuck. Yeah, I--
♪
- Ow!
- I'm sorry.
- No, it's cool.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- You guys look amazing.
Oh my god.
- What are you gonna wear?
- Oh, we're just gonna go like this,
say we forgot to make a costume.
- They're not gonna let you in
in regular clothes
because that's kind of the whole point.
- Oh, it's a sorority party.
I'm sure we'll be fine.
They're not gonna deny us entrance.
- Nobody's allowed in without a costume.
- It's not gonna ruin the party
if there are two people
in their own clothes, right?
- Uh, no, it'll detract
from the experience.
- I told you.
- If you want in,
you can, uh, put on one of these.
♪ party music playing ♪
- There you are.
- Stop.
- You let me know
if you want me to set you up
with one of my teammates.
What kind of guys are you into?
- Girls.
- Nice.
Hey.
Give me some attention.
- Give me some attention.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Are you so miserable right now?
- No. Not at all.
- No?
- I'm not.
- Hey, is there anything
other than warm vodka?
- Uh, can you fuck yourself?
- I'll help you look.
- You guys are so cute.
You look really good, Pippa.
- Thanks.
- Is this new, like,
using, like, a new, like,
skin routine or a cream?
Your face is glowing.
It's just beautiful.
- Hey, uh, let's,
let's get some beer.
- What?
- Yeah, no, let's get some beer.
♪
♪
- One second!
There's a line.
- Sorry.
♪ hip-hop music playing ♪
It's a very impressive costume.
- Oh yeah?
Are you really impressed?
- I am, it's a good one.
It's creative.
- You're funny.
- Why am I funny?
- You could do
so much better than him.
- Okay.
Evan, you are very drunk.
- No, no, fuck off.
Don't do that.
You know. I know you know.
You know I like you.
- Come on.
- Don't do this. Don't do this.
- No.
It's true.
I mean, he's my roommate
and all that.
I think I like you more than I like him.
- Why are you doing this?
You need to stop talking
about this, okay.
I don't know what you thought
I was gonna do with the information.
Excuse me.
♪ muffled hip-hop music playing ♪
- I just got accosted
by, like, five sorority girls
for trying to light this inside.
- Is this small talk?
I guess, yeah.
- Is the hope that you sit down
and say something mundane enough
that I forget you told Lucy
all that bullshit about me
and Diana, is that it?
- I really wasn't trying
to start new drama.
- I think you're the kind of person
that relies on starting drama.
Without it, your,
your friends would find out
that you don't have
anything original to contribute.
- Don't take it out on me
just because I caught you doing
some bullshit.
- Pippa, you didn't catch me
doing anything.
Don't inflate your own significance.
- No, you've been lying to Lucy all year.
- Don't be such a fucking hypocrite.
You've been lying to her for months.
- What?
- About Macy, everything.
Hiding the fact that
your boyfriend's brother
may have been the reason she died,
kind of a big one.
That would really hurt her.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
You know, you obviously haven't told her
the truth either, so--
- I know.
But I'm not being a self-righteous
little cunt about it,
talking about people behind their backs.
I'm just minding my own business.
You should do the same.
♪ The Postal Service's
Such Great Heights playing ♪
♪
- You found me.
- You wanna sit down?
- Yes, please.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Yeah, let's go.
♪ I am thinking it's a sign ♪
♪ That the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images ♪
♪ And when we kiss,
they're perfectly aligned ♪
♪ And I have to speculate ♪
♪ That God Himself did make
us into corresponding shapes ♪
♪ Like puzzle pieces from the clay ♪
♪ And true it may seem like a stretch ♪
♪ But it's thoughts like this that catch ♪
♪ My troubled head when you're away ♪
♪ When I am missing you to death ♪
♪ When you are out there on the road ♪
♪ For several weeks of shows ♪
♪ And when you scan the radio ♪
♪ I hope this song will guide you home ♪
♪ They will see us waving
from such great heights ♪
♪ "Come down now" ♪
♪ They'll say ♪
♪ But everything looks perfect
from far away ♪
♪ "Come down now" ♪
♪ But we'll stay ♪
♪ I tried my best to leave ♪
♪ This all on your machine ♪
♪ But the persistent beat ♪
♪ It sounded thin upon the sending ♪
♪ They will see us waving
from such great heights ♪
♪ "Come down now" ♪
♪ They'll say ♪
♪ But everything looks perfect
from far away ♪
♪ "Come down now" ♪
♪ But we'll stay ♪