Dark/Web (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Chapter Seven - full transcript
You expecting company?
Fuck no.
You?
What do we do?
Hey, hey, hey.
God, we don't know who it is.
It could be a friend of Molly's.
Molly doesn't have any friends.
You just saw the
same shit I did.
If you think they haven't
been watching this place,
you're an idiot.
Maybe James should keep the gun.
You really want
homeroom defending us?
Says the bad ass who couldn't
even turn the safety off.
Lucky accident.
Won't happen again.
Now everyone shut up.
Shit.
No one in the house.
[SINISTER VOICES TALKING OUTSIDE
DOOR]
[RADIO BEEPING]
Shh, quiet.
They're gone.
Why would they just leave?
Grab what we need.
Let's go.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Where am I going?
Guys.
I'm translating the
coordinates, hang on.
Drive faster.
Take it easy, all right.
I'm a fricking'
journalist, not James Bond.
They had us.
Why would they just leave?
Maybe they know
something we don't know.
For all we know, those
fucks are right behind us.
Oh, shit.
What, what?
Turn the radio on.
Can we focus?
Just do it.
OK, all right.
--the ground.
Firefighters are
working to control
blazes caused by the impact.
Flight 212 went down over
a Los Angeles suburb,
following reports by its crew
and an air traffic control
instrumental interference.
227 passengers were
confirmed on board the plane.
Oh my god.
The sky's literally falling.
--we'll continue to
follow this tragic story
throughout the night, bring
you updates as they happen.
In downtown LA, riots
have broken out,
and protest against
what many feel
is a functionless police force.
LA PD servers were
crippled earlier this week.
Effects of the breach has left
many locals to feel they--
God, I hope we have
homes to go to.
This is just, random, right?
This isn't related to Molly.
Shh.
--and brace for a long
night without power
as rolling blackouts hit
the Midwest following
yesterday's cyber attack on
power grids in the region.
No terrorist group has
claimed responsibility.
No, no, no.
This isn't good.
Blackouts are all over Madison.
What's in Madison?
His mom.
She's sick.
She can't breathe on her own.
If those blackouts
hit the hospitals--
Come on, come on.
Answer, come on.
I got it.
It looks like Molly's
five hours north of us.
God damn it, I can't
be here right now.
Cool it.
There's no way we're
turning back now.
Guys, calm down, all right?
We're running out of gas
and nobody's following us.
So let's pull over, get some
food and regroup all right?
We've got a long drive
ahead of us tonight.
Here's the satellite
view of the location.
Let's check it out.
Oh, a cabin.
In the woods.
Great.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Thanks.
That wasn't in your summer
bikini cleanse vlog.
I'm stress eating,
leave me alone.
Don't even pretend like
you watch my vlogs.
Trust me, I try not to.
Where's Amy?
Probably off brooding
in a corner somewhere.
Why are you so chipper?
Because he's hot
on the trail again.
I know those eyes.
Not true.
I'm just happy to
be out of the house.
OK, I call absolute bullshit.
You know you love this.
OK, fine, yeah.
I'm invested.
There's a story here.
Yeah.
Molly's story.
Our poor, sad friend
who we all ignored.
She thinks I was her bestie.
I thought she was
my charity case.
Be careful Ethan, you're
starting to sound like me.
So are you here
for Molly, are you
here because you feel guilty?
Screw you, Ethan.
Yeah, I'm just going
to go take this call
and avoid all this awkward shit.
Maybe sounding like he
would be a good thing.
That's-- I mean, that's what
it was all about, right?
All along, all the fights.
You wanting me to
be more like you.
Not anymore.
We find Molly, get
out of this mess.
You're going to see
a whole new Sam.
I'm talking total overhaul.
What?
I'm serious.
People don't change.
Not that much.
Well I think they do.
Molly does too, and clearly
she is smart as fuck.
Never seen you not respond.
No, I guess you haven't.
That would have destroyed
me two days ago.
I mean, maybe you're right.
Maybe I am a selfish bitch.
I'm just here to clear
out my conscience.
I don't want to be just that.
I care.
Isn't that a start?
Molly was my friend.
I didn't make that up.
It wasn't all me.
Did I ruin us?
No.
There was a time when I would
have died to hear you say that.
But all this, it's making
me see more clearly.
We're bad for each other.
I think we both know that.
You OK?
This god damn nostalgia's
getting to me, Ethan.
You'll always mean
something to me.
Sappy bullshit.
Nobody means that.
People move on and they forget.
Molly didn't forget.
Clearly she's smart as fuck.
Hey.
Can I have one?
Won't they send you to the
principal's office for that?
Thinking I'm maybe dropping out.
How's mom?
Backup generator's on.
For now.
That's good news.
Yeah, I guess.
Now you're the one
with the attitude?
I shouldn't be here right now.
The world's falling
apart and my mom's alone
in a hospital on a ventilator.
I should be--
I'm sorry.
I'm just under a lot of stress.
Noticed.
She's fragile.
Could go any minute.
Shouldn't you let her?
What?
Been under that long.
What kind of life is she
really going to have,
even if she wakes up?
You're at a crossroads, Sparky.
Is there no one else to
watch after her right now?
My sister.
But that would mean ruining
her trip to the beach.
Sister's can suck.
Yeah.
But sounds like you
need to grow a backbone.
What the hell am I even
doing in this shit show?
I haven't talked to
Molly in almost a decade,
and she pulls me
into all this crap.
Guns and car chases.
Yeah, I have a
life too, you know?
Not a great one, but
I've accepted it.
And what, we're all out
here risking our lives
for your girlfriend.
Why?
Because she was some
poor, sad girl and we
all feel bad for her?
Well boohoo.
We all have shit lives.
Why her?
She's special.
You don't know her
like I do, you can't.
Oh, why?
Because you two shared emojis?
I shared a classroom
with her for four years.
Don't tell me that
I don't know Molly.
I've actually hugged her--
Doesn't matter.
I may never have met her, but
I know her better than all
of you.
You really want to
know who you're saving?
Read that.
It's the last story she sent
me before she disappeared.
My name is Dorothy Weaver.
Female, age 16,
and I tell stories.
Why?
A writer must
always know her why.
I believe stories
can help people.
You don't belong out there.
Promise you'll do
this every day?
You'll call down if
you get scared, right?
They've already helped me a lot.
[PARENTS YELLING]
I caught the bug early.
Where it's helped
me make worlds.
Words were reliable
when nothing else was.
Writing taught me how to
communicate all the feelings
that I couldn't explain.
It's my sanity.
And I'm good at it.
There are things I have to say.
Ideas inside I have to get out.
If you accept me,
I know I'll learn
to say them the right way.
I want people to know my name.
Know that I earned it.
And I want everyone
to know I earned
that name at UC Hollywood.
Bok choy?
Bechdel.
It's a test.
Your screenplay has to
have at least one scene
where two women are
talking about something
other than guys.
That's boring.
Did you know that only like,
half the movies we watch pass?
Who watches movies anymore?
I do.
I believe in the power of
images and words to transform.
Me too.
As long as there is
less than 140 of them.
Art lasts forever.
That is just about
the next best thing.
Professor Gregory says that
if we work hard enough,
my generation of filmmakers
is going to abolish sexism.
She must be a big Dyke.
She's a he.
Is he hot?
Estel, there's literally
millions of discussions
that we could have that
don't center around men.
Save them for the page, because
we're only freshman once.
That's fresh, once.
You're not checking
on her again?
She's all alone, Estel.
You got daddy issues
because he left,
I got daddy issues
because mine won't leave.
Can't we just have fun?
Peggy paces, crawling
out of her skin.
More.
I want mo--
D. I know you're a
queen bee back in Ohio,
but LA doesn't
grade on the curve.
I'm legacy, and I'm local.
So think of me as your
west coast fairy godmother.
College is all
about reinvention.
Who you know takes
you further than what
you know in this
town, so stop driving
yourself nuts over belch
tests and get out of--
Bechdel!
I know.
I was being funny.
Funny sells, right?
You know sex sells too.
So why don't we
ditch the uniform
and get you some like, aw.
Oh my god.
Hey, what are you doing?
You'll thank me for this.
Rotten Tomatoes for dating.
People follow you,
rate dates, hook, you
know how good you kiss.
Don't have a high score,
not going to score.
Luckily you're a
clean slate, for now.
What's your score?
P10, daddy was an
early investor.
Come on, it makes
dating super easy.
You'll know exactly where
you stand with people
and what they think of you.
I don't care what
people think of me.
The fuck?
Crystal's a P10?
She has halitosis and
moles all over her back.
How do you spell halitosis?
Yeah, I'm not falling
into that trap.
What, social media or guys?
Both.
I have more important things to
do out here than make mistakes.
D. I'm really worried that
you're depressed, or have
an eating disorder--
Oh my god.
If I say that I'll come
out with you tonight,
will you just please give me
an hour so I can get this done?
Of course.
I'm going to go
get a press juice.
Grab something slutty.
I want to be more.
Like, why?
Why can't I have it all?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
No, stop.
Hi, I'm--
[GLASS BREAKS]
Oh my god.
I love Pelican Hill.
It's beautiful but it's
not obviously intentional.
When are you taking me?
I'm free on Sunday.
I can't.
I'm running a food
fair this weekend.
Got to teach the pledges
how to give back.
So you're a giver, Jay?
Hey I got a midterm tomorrow.
So you take care, OK?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey, who's the cutie?
Jay?
Gross, not my type.
Any bites?
You don't have a
profile pic yet?
Yeah.
I don't really like
the whole concept--
Yeah, you'll hate it
even more when people
start labeling you a #lurker.
Smile, sexy.
Oh.
Him?
No.
He has American Psycho eyes.
You've got an
overactive imagination.
Yeah I'm kind of
counting on that.
Just write him.
You like telling stories, right?
Thank you.
Take this.
You want to find your voice?
You've got to live a little.
Cheers.
And lose the damn
hoodie, already.
It's ironic.
Well irony is dead, Cleveland.
Hurry, Brett.
It's spilling.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC - ECHO FRIENDLY, "SAME
MISTAKES"]
I make the same mistakes.
Feels like I never learn.
Always give way too much
for little in return.
I haven't changed a bit,
I'm still not over it.
I make the same mistakes.
I make the same mistakes.
I never did grow up,
feels like I never will,
my friends are all adults,
I'm still a teenage girl.
I haven't changed a bit.
I'm still not over it.
I make the same mistakes,
I make the same mistakes.
My friends are all a drag.
They think I'm such a flake.
They want to go to bed,
I want to stay up late.
Walking the streets alone,
thinking of you till dawn.
I make the same mistakes,
I make the same mistakes.
I never did grow up.
I make the same mistakes.
Feels like I never will.
Feels like I never will.
My friends are all adults,
I'm still a teenage girl.
Can I stay?
I'm still not over you.
I make the same mistakes,
I make the same mistakes.
Good girl.
Ugh, that fugly sock.
Ame's.
Open up, bitch.
I'm crashing.
Hey lovebirds, let's wrap it up.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Hey.
Have we met?
Better get to that midterm, hm?
OK.
What the hell happened in here?
Everything I wanted and needed.
And nothing more.
Go on.
Thank you for
forcing me to go out.
Well I hope you didn't
fuck that loser.
Jay?
Oh, my god.
He's the sweetest.
Jesus, I thought you
were smarter than that.
What's that supposed to mean?
He's a total player.
Everyone knows it.
Aer you sure?
I mean, I'm not going to lie.
I kind of already
cyber stalked him.
And he's P10.
He seems pretty amazing.
The only comment on his
page is from his high school
sweetheart.
It's just a new account,
calm down, Cleveland.
Know how many times he's
tried to get in my pants?
I hope you used a condom.
I mean, yeah we did.
Parts.
Why?
He has some raging
undiagnosed STD.
This girl he slept
with last semester
got it and grew a fucking
barnacle on her face.
Everyone found out.
Not one guy would
even look at her.
They called her
untouchable Tina.
And doctors told her she
couldn't even get pregnant.
No one's seen her since.
That's awful, right?
Has to live with that
the rest of her life.
Sounds like BS.
Besides, we were careful.
I'm late.
I gotta go, babe.
Bye.
Don't come crying to me if
you start growing a tail.
Exterior, day.
[MUSIC - EAST LOVE, "BETTER THAN
BEING WITH YOU"]
The sun shines bright on Peggy.
17.
Brown hair.
Bookish.
Sexy.
Just what do you think
you're doing, Peggy?
Living alone.
For once, I'm finally living.
Dumb.
Peggy hugs Rachel, thankful
for all she's done.
Assures her.
Come on Rach, we were careful.
Even if it was
just one fun night.
I can't help feel like I'm
finally settling into my skin.
Like I'm good enough
to exist here.
Like I'm home.
It's stupid, I know.
But it's nice sometimes.
Just being noticed.
I can finally--
'Cause being alone babe is,
better than being with you.
Stella Dallas.
The imitation of life.
Mr. Skeffington.
Female melodramas with
female protagonists.
Flawed female protagonists.
But what is a flaw?
And who decides it?
There's no secrets anymore--
[INAUDIBLE]
Be responsible with
your metaphors.
Words have power.
Your screenplay is your sister.
As a writer, you must play god.
But the characters
must be flawed.
[INAUDIBLE] So, why Mela?
Why female?
As writers, you have the
chance to [INAUDIBLE]
but why do people Bond
as an action thriller?
Isn't he a melodramatic male?
Prone to alcoholism, sex
addiction, narcissism?
[INAUDIBLE] Miss?
What the fuck?
Are you OK?
Miss?
No, no, no, no, no.
Ow.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Next.
How can I help you?
[LAUGHTER]
I need to see the doctor.
Insurance, address,
name of primary.
Gotta get your
record in the system.
Reason for visit?
Reason for visit?
[WHISPERING]
Miss.
Why are you here?
Actually I'm fine.
Jay, hi.
Hey, stranger.
Hey.
I was just, um.
Here.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Jay, do you have--
like a-- like a
cold or something?
Nope, I don't get sick.
You sure you're OK?
Yeah.
I'm fine, I just--
I just don't really
feel like myself.
I'm sorry.
I gotta get to class.
Otherwise I'd stay and chat.
Quit hiding that pretty face.
What?
What the fuck?
[SCRATCHING]
[WHISPERING]
[COUGHING]
Sorry.
Fucking kidding me?
Call us in a week
for the results.
A week?
Well I have to
take it to the lab.
But I have things
growing out of my skin.
My ears--
I have prescribed an anti
fungal for your hives.
The dorm showers are
usually to blame.
The ears are OK.
Just some congestion, and
probably allergies from being
on the new coast.
Try Claritin.
We'll know if it's
anything more next week.
I can't wait a week.
Same day rapid testing is 500
for HIV, 900 for the bundle.
I only have $200 on me.
Can't you make an exception?
We take credit card.
My mom checks my statements.
She can't see that.
She would be so
disappointed in me.
Please.
It's policy.
Breathe.
Try not to think about
it too much this week.
[BUZZING]
[PHONE VIBRATING]
[WHISPERING]
No one wants a
dirty girl, Dorothy.
The good boys don't want
a dirty girl like you.
Estel!
Hey, talk to me.
What they'd tell you
at the shame clinic?
I know it's not true.
I know I shouldn't care.
I know I shouldn't look
at it, but I can't stop.
So much shame.
I'm sorry, D. World's
full of assholes.
Don't.
Jesus, what'd you do?
Your hands.
Oh.
Ew.
What's with the band-aids?
I swear, Estel I saw barnacles.
OK, D. I don't
see any barnacles.
That's because I
picked them off.
But they keep coming
back, I swear.
Well show me when they do.
No, they're disgusting.
I don't want anybody to
know, because then I'll
be untouchable Tina.
D, you're taking
this a little far.
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
You know what you have to do.
Poor thing.
I'm going to be
late for tanning.
I will check in on you in a bit.
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
I don't know how
to tell this story.
Hello, to make an
appointment, press one.
For your confidential
test results, press two.
Doctor Samson was chosen
as a top physician
for diagnosing and treating--
Enter your patient number.
--aspects of successful
treatment and prevention.
We do not have your results yet.
Please try back tomorrow.
Office is now closed.
We'll reopen on Monday.
For hours and operation,
please press three.
[CRAWLING]
Ow.
God please.
Please.
[MUMBLING]
[WHISPERING]
Ow, ow.
[SCREAMING]
Dr. Samson, please help me.
You've been picking.
Those spots won't
heal if you pick.
Are using the
ointment I prescribed?
I need to know what I have.
Results take a
week, you know this.
But I read all this
stuff online, and--
Stay off the web, Ms. Weaver.
When you're vulnerable,
it's easy to see
the internet as
a god and believe
everything it tells you.
I can't.
Please.
I'm falling apart.
Is there a counselor on
campus you can speak to?
I think your real
problem maybe be up here.
I can't live like this.
There's no need for alarm,
until we have the results.
But if it's something bad,
you can fix it, right?
How long until I'm clean again?
It depends.
If it's something viral
like herpes simplex,
it lives in the spine,
and travels out of you
nerve cells from time to time.
You mean that is permanent?
Ms. Weaver, we're getting
ahead of ourselves.
Cut it out of me.
It doesn't work like that.
Cut it out of my fucking body.
You're most susceptible to
outbreaks when you're stressed.
I'm fucking stressed.
Can I stay?
Lift up your shirt, please.
Deep breaths.
[SNIFFLING]
Might be a little chilly.
No one wants me.
Deep breaths.
I'm dirty, aren't I?
I don't see anything
abnormal, Ms. Weaver.
Do you think I'm pretty?
Do you think I'm a whore?
I'm defective.
I always have been.
That's why all of this happened.
There's something
disgusting inside of me,
and it's permanent.
No, please.
Please don't leave me.
I need you to make
me feel OK again.
What's wrong?
[SCREAMING]
I don't know how
to tell this story.
Your real problem--
[INTERPOSING VOICES]
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Little miss valedictorian didn't
last a month in the big city.
Let every little
thing get to you, huh.
You know you're all the same.
Talk tough.
Use big words.
The truth is, you've been
crawling out of your skin
since you got here.
Trying so hard to be heard.
How'd that work out for you?
I've seen this story.
Over achiever spends
lifetime working herself
to the bone hoping to win mom's
approval and impress a dad
who could give two shits.
You'll kill yourself
fighting to have that all.
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
You know, girls like you make
it impossible for girls like me
to just fucking coast
and enjoy ourselves.
And then you steal our man.
No bitch.
I didn't come here to learn.
I came here to find a rich,
white husband who can give me
a super fucking cute baby
that everyone on the internet
wants to pinch.
You get in the way
of that, you burn.
'Cause I don't want it all.
When did that make
a girl the villain?
You want to know why I talk
about boys when I'm with Girls
It's because I have
nothing nice to say to you.
Sick.
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
For all your wisdom,
you were easy.
Thought burying your head in
that computer made you complex.
[CHEERING]
You didn't need a
villain in your story.
I already had one
living right inside you.
Just needed a tiny poke for
that righteousness to melt away.
For you to see the real you.
Nothing like the
power of suggestion.
Just ask all those cunts who
started wearing brown lipstick
after I told them it was #fire.
[MUSIC - SLOPPY JANE, "BARK LIKE
A GOD"]
Watch it, weirdo.
Woah, are you here
for the rat fuck?
Jay.
Where's Jay's room?
I knew it.
Room 3A.
Go.
People think I'm confident.
I am.
Call me superficial.
Sweetie, at least
I know who I am.
[MOANING]
Jay.
I'm busy.
Fuck off, Ricky.
[YELLING, MOANING]
My advice?
Keep the fantasy
to your fiction.
Because all that true
love, girl power, BS.
It's a plot device
used to sell tickets
to stupid, lonely women.
Just ask mommy.
[WHISPERING]
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
[WHIMPERING]
[SNEEZES]
Hello, can you open the door?
Go away.
Open up, please.
Go away.
Why don't you go away?
Open up the door.
[SCREAMING]
No, no, no, no.
Poor thing.
Did golden boy give
you another UTI?
Want to know how to tell if you
really have it all in life, D?
If other people want yours.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I just feel like we have
this crazy connection, Estel.
Like, I don't know.
You sure you don't want to stay?
I can't.
I have a writing assignment
I have to finish.
But silent movie
theater on Sunday?
No, let's do Saturday.
I gotta drive down to Newport
on Sunday for my mom's charity
thing.
You want to come?
My advice?
Find the one or two
things in this miserable
world that make you fucking
selfishly, giddily, happy.
And double tap.
It's a date.
And the only way to not
get destroyed from within?
Is to have no within.
The tattler tattled
on you, bitch.
Did you just sleep
with Jay Walker?
Estel, everyone thinks he
gave some freshman an STD.
Don't believe everything
you read online, though.
You know, Jay is the sweetest.
Some jealous bitch
just made that up
because he wouldn't
sleep with her.
Ms. Weaver, Dr. Samson.
The news is good.
Everything looks normal.
I'd still advise you to
speak with a counselor.
Big city, new responsibilities.
Anxiety and stress can
wreak havoc on the body.
Call If you have any questions.
And stay off the web.
I know you knew her, right?
Did you know that's what it
was like after what happened?
Her life went from happy to
tragic in a matter of weeks.
They made her feel tainted
just because her dad fucked up.
She hated talking about it.
It was so damn hard for
her to share that with me.
The password.
That's how you knew.
Yeah.
Molly didn't say
much, I'm guessing.
Not in person.
She felt trapped.
Abandoned.
She kept it all in there.
Molly's a good girl, too good
for this fucked up world.
That's the girl
we're trying to save.
I should've called her.
Tried to help her.
She would have done the same.
Look, I know it sucks.
But nothing you can
do for your mom now.
There is someone out there
you might be able to save.
Molly called on
you for a reason.
Maybe you're right
where you're needed.
I guess we did make out once.
Really?
Prom.
Drunk.
Didn't mean anything.
I think she knew that
she wasn't my type.
I like you so much better now.
Shut up.
Our top story tonight,
the national terrorism
advisory system has issued
an imminent threat warning.
After deep web surveillance
intercepted what
authorities believe to be a
credible large scale threat
on digital infrastructure.
If successful, the attack
could be a seismic event.
The threat;s connection, if any,
to the ongoing Tableau exploit
crisis, or the hacker group
areas is yet to be determined.
Should be half a
mile up this road.
Come on, Molly.
Destination ahead.
Molly.
No, Amy.
We don't know what
we're walking into yet.
Molly, we're here.
Molly--
That's not such a good idea.
Molly, Molly!
If she knew they were
after her, why the hell
would she leave
the door unlocked?
Maye she knew we were coming.
It's some weird locking locks.
I swear I've been here before.
I guess somebody cut the power.
Oh, shit.
I knew it.
I knew this place was familiar.
Sam
Hold on.
They're in here.
She kept them in here.
Yes.
OK.
I've been here before.
Molly's mom took us on a camping
trip, just after freshman year.
Just the girls.
But then why come here?
This is where she felt safe.
Gross.
Oh my god, guys.
There's fucking maggots.
It's writing--
Somethings off.
What?
She's not here.
I looked everywhere.
No one's been here in weeks.
All right.
Well, just calm down.
There's a reason she
wanted us to be here.
We just have to figure out
what the reason is, OK?
You guys hear that?
We know who you are.
If you have weapons,
drop them now.
I fucking knew it.
They followed us so
they could get to Molly.
What the fuck is
the matter with you?
Get off of me
We have to get out
of here, right now.
We're coming in there.
Life's gonna be a whole lot
easier if you both give us
what we want.
Fuck you.
Let's get out of here.
There's a back door
through the kitchen.
Come on, follow us.
Let's go.
Hey you guys, wait.
We don't have time for this.
What is it?
Access approved.
[DOOR OPENS]
Holy shit.
Ethan, help me cover it.
Molly?
She's gotta be--
--find us.
That's what I've
been trying to tell--
I know.
I'm tired too, but
this is important, OK?
No.
When it's safe, I'll
go get help, OK?
No no, not just
anyone, OK, friends.
People we can and should trust.
No no no no no, come on, man.
No no no, you said--
I know, I'm tired too,
but this is important, OK?
No, you said-- come on,
don't do this again.
Shit.
No.
Just anyone, OK?
Some friends.
People we can actually trust.
What the fuck?
Fuck no.
You?
What do we do?
Hey, hey, hey.
God, we don't know who it is.
It could be a friend of Molly's.
Molly doesn't have any friends.
You just saw the
same shit I did.
If you think they haven't
been watching this place,
you're an idiot.
Maybe James should keep the gun.
You really want
homeroom defending us?
Says the bad ass who couldn't
even turn the safety off.
Lucky accident.
Won't happen again.
Now everyone shut up.
Shit.
No one in the house.
[SINISTER VOICES TALKING OUTSIDE
DOOR]
[RADIO BEEPING]
Shh, quiet.
They're gone.
Why would they just leave?
Grab what we need.
Let's go.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Where am I going?
Guys.
I'm translating the
coordinates, hang on.
Drive faster.
Take it easy, all right.
I'm a fricking'
journalist, not James Bond.
They had us.
Why would they just leave?
Maybe they know
something we don't know.
For all we know, those
fucks are right behind us.
Oh, shit.
What, what?
Turn the radio on.
Can we focus?
Just do it.
OK, all right.
--the ground.
Firefighters are
working to control
blazes caused by the impact.
Flight 212 went down over
a Los Angeles suburb,
following reports by its crew
and an air traffic control
instrumental interference.
227 passengers were
confirmed on board the plane.
Oh my god.
The sky's literally falling.
--we'll continue to
follow this tragic story
throughout the night, bring
you updates as they happen.
In downtown LA, riots
have broken out,
and protest against
what many feel
is a functionless police force.
LA PD servers were
crippled earlier this week.
Effects of the breach has left
many locals to feel they--
God, I hope we have
homes to go to.
This is just, random, right?
This isn't related to Molly.
Shh.
--and brace for a long
night without power
as rolling blackouts hit
the Midwest following
yesterday's cyber attack on
power grids in the region.
No terrorist group has
claimed responsibility.
No, no, no.
This isn't good.
Blackouts are all over Madison.
What's in Madison?
His mom.
She's sick.
She can't breathe on her own.
If those blackouts
hit the hospitals--
Come on, come on.
Answer, come on.
I got it.
It looks like Molly's
five hours north of us.
God damn it, I can't
be here right now.
Cool it.
There's no way we're
turning back now.
Guys, calm down, all right?
We're running out of gas
and nobody's following us.
So let's pull over, get some
food and regroup all right?
We've got a long drive
ahead of us tonight.
Here's the satellite
view of the location.
Let's check it out.
Oh, a cabin.
In the woods.
Great.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Thanks.
That wasn't in your summer
bikini cleanse vlog.
I'm stress eating,
leave me alone.
Don't even pretend like
you watch my vlogs.
Trust me, I try not to.
Where's Amy?
Probably off brooding
in a corner somewhere.
Why are you so chipper?
Because he's hot
on the trail again.
I know those eyes.
Not true.
I'm just happy to
be out of the house.
OK, I call absolute bullshit.
You know you love this.
OK, fine, yeah.
I'm invested.
There's a story here.
Yeah.
Molly's story.
Our poor, sad friend
who we all ignored.
She thinks I was her bestie.
I thought she was
my charity case.
Be careful Ethan, you're
starting to sound like me.
So are you here
for Molly, are you
here because you feel guilty?
Screw you, Ethan.
Yeah, I'm just going
to go take this call
and avoid all this awkward shit.
Maybe sounding like he
would be a good thing.
That's-- I mean, that's what
it was all about, right?
All along, all the fights.
You wanting me to
be more like you.
Not anymore.
We find Molly, get
out of this mess.
You're going to see
a whole new Sam.
I'm talking total overhaul.
What?
I'm serious.
People don't change.
Not that much.
Well I think they do.
Molly does too, and clearly
she is smart as fuck.
Never seen you not respond.
No, I guess you haven't.
That would have destroyed
me two days ago.
I mean, maybe you're right.
Maybe I am a selfish bitch.
I'm just here to clear
out my conscience.
I don't want to be just that.
I care.
Isn't that a start?
Molly was my friend.
I didn't make that up.
It wasn't all me.
Did I ruin us?
No.
There was a time when I would
have died to hear you say that.
But all this, it's making
me see more clearly.
We're bad for each other.
I think we both know that.
You OK?
This god damn nostalgia's
getting to me, Ethan.
You'll always mean
something to me.
Sappy bullshit.
Nobody means that.
People move on and they forget.
Molly didn't forget.
Clearly she's smart as fuck.
Hey.
Can I have one?
Won't they send you to the
principal's office for that?
Thinking I'm maybe dropping out.
How's mom?
Backup generator's on.
For now.
That's good news.
Yeah, I guess.
Now you're the one
with the attitude?
I shouldn't be here right now.
The world's falling
apart and my mom's alone
in a hospital on a ventilator.
I should be--
I'm sorry.
I'm just under a lot of stress.
Noticed.
She's fragile.
Could go any minute.
Shouldn't you let her?
What?
Been under that long.
What kind of life is she
really going to have,
even if she wakes up?
You're at a crossroads, Sparky.
Is there no one else to
watch after her right now?
My sister.
But that would mean ruining
her trip to the beach.
Sister's can suck.
Yeah.
But sounds like you
need to grow a backbone.
What the hell am I even
doing in this shit show?
I haven't talked to
Molly in almost a decade,
and she pulls me
into all this crap.
Guns and car chases.
Yeah, I have a
life too, you know?
Not a great one, but
I've accepted it.
And what, we're all out
here risking our lives
for your girlfriend.
Why?
Because she was some
poor, sad girl and we
all feel bad for her?
Well boohoo.
We all have shit lives.
Why her?
She's special.
You don't know her
like I do, you can't.
Oh, why?
Because you two shared emojis?
I shared a classroom
with her for four years.
Don't tell me that
I don't know Molly.
I've actually hugged her--
Doesn't matter.
I may never have met her, but
I know her better than all
of you.
You really want to
know who you're saving?
Read that.
It's the last story she sent
me before she disappeared.
My name is Dorothy Weaver.
Female, age 16,
and I tell stories.
Why?
A writer must
always know her why.
I believe stories
can help people.
You don't belong out there.
Promise you'll do
this every day?
You'll call down if
you get scared, right?
They've already helped me a lot.
[PARENTS YELLING]
I caught the bug early.
Where it's helped
me make worlds.
Words were reliable
when nothing else was.
Writing taught me how to
communicate all the feelings
that I couldn't explain.
It's my sanity.
And I'm good at it.
There are things I have to say.
Ideas inside I have to get out.
If you accept me,
I know I'll learn
to say them the right way.
I want people to know my name.
Know that I earned it.
And I want everyone
to know I earned
that name at UC Hollywood.
Bok choy?
Bechdel.
It's a test.
Your screenplay has to
have at least one scene
where two women are
talking about something
other than guys.
That's boring.
Did you know that only like,
half the movies we watch pass?
Who watches movies anymore?
I do.
I believe in the power of
images and words to transform.
Me too.
As long as there is
less than 140 of them.
Art lasts forever.
That is just about
the next best thing.
Professor Gregory says that
if we work hard enough,
my generation of filmmakers
is going to abolish sexism.
She must be a big Dyke.
She's a he.
Is he hot?
Estel, there's literally
millions of discussions
that we could have that
don't center around men.
Save them for the page, because
we're only freshman once.
That's fresh, once.
You're not checking
on her again?
She's all alone, Estel.
You got daddy issues
because he left,
I got daddy issues
because mine won't leave.
Can't we just have fun?
Peggy paces, crawling
out of her skin.
More.
I want mo--
D. I know you're a
queen bee back in Ohio,
but LA doesn't
grade on the curve.
I'm legacy, and I'm local.
So think of me as your
west coast fairy godmother.
College is all
about reinvention.
Who you know takes
you further than what
you know in this
town, so stop driving
yourself nuts over belch
tests and get out of--
Bechdel!
I know.
I was being funny.
Funny sells, right?
You know sex sells too.
So why don't we
ditch the uniform
and get you some like, aw.
Oh my god.
Hey, what are you doing?
You'll thank me for this.
Rotten Tomatoes for dating.
People follow you,
rate dates, hook, you
know how good you kiss.
Don't have a high score,
not going to score.
Luckily you're a
clean slate, for now.
What's your score?
P10, daddy was an
early investor.
Come on, it makes
dating super easy.
You'll know exactly where
you stand with people
and what they think of you.
I don't care what
people think of me.
The fuck?
Crystal's a P10?
She has halitosis and
moles all over her back.
How do you spell halitosis?
Yeah, I'm not falling
into that trap.
What, social media or guys?
Both.
I have more important things to
do out here than make mistakes.
D. I'm really worried that
you're depressed, or have
an eating disorder--
Oh my god.
If I say that I'll come
out with you tonight,
will you just please give me
an hour so I can get this done?
Of course.
I'm going to go
get a press juice.
Grab something slutty.
I want to be more.
Like, why?
Why can't I have it all?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
No, stop.
Hi, I'm--
[GLASS BREAKS]
Oh my god.
I love Pelican Hill.
It's beautiful but it's
not obviously intentional.
When are you taking me?
I'm free on Sunday.
I can't.
I'm running a food
fair this weekend.
Got to teach the pledges
how to give back.
So you're a giver, Jay?
Hey I got a midterm tomorrow.
So you take care, OK?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey, who's the cutie?
Jay?
Gross, not my type.
Any bites?
You don't have a
profile pic yet?
Yeah.
I don't really like
the whole concept--
Yeah, you'll hate it
even more when people
start labeling you a #lurker.
Smile, sexy.
Oh.
Him?
No.
He has American Psycho eyes.
You've got an
overactive imagination.
Yeah I'm kind of
counting on that.
Just write him.
You like telling stories, right?
Thank you.
Take this.
You want to find your voice?
You've got to live a little.
Cheers.
And lose the damn
hoodie, already.
It's ironic.
Well irony is dead, Cleveland.
Hurry, Brett.
It's spilling.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC - ECHO FRIENDLY, "SAME
MISTAKES"]
I make the same mistakes.
Feels like I never learn.
Always give way too much
for little in return.
I haven't changed a bit,
I'm still not over it.
I make the same mistakes.
I make the same mistakes.
I never did grow up,
feels like I never will,
my friends are all adults,
I'm still a teenage girl.
I haven't changed a bit.
I'm still not over it.
I make the same mistakes,
I make the same mistakes.
My friends are all a drag.
They think I'm such a flake.
They want to go to bed,
I want to stay up late.
Walking the streets alone,
thinking of you till dawn.
I make the same mistakes,
I make the same mistakes.
I never did grow up.
I make the same mistakes.
Feels like I never will.
Feels like I never will.
My friends are all adults,
I'm still a teenage girl.
Can I stay?
I'm still not over you.
I make the same mistakes,
I make the same mistakes.
Good girl.
Ugh, that fugly sock.
Ame's.
Open up, bitch.
I'm crashing.
Hey lovebirds, let's wrap it up.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Hey.
Have we met?
Better get to that midterm, hm?
OK.
What the hell happened in here?
Everything I wanted and needed.
And nothing more.
Go on.
Thank you for
forcing me to go out.
Well I hope you didn't
fuck that loser.
Jay?
Oh, my god.
He's the sweetest.
Jesus, I thought you
were smarter than that.
What's that supposed to mean?
He's a total player.
Everyone knows it.
Aer you sure?
I mean, I'm not going to lie.
I kind of already
cyber stalked him.
And he's P10.
He seems pretty amazing.
The only comment on his
page is from his high school
sweetheart.
It's just a new account,
calm down, Cleveland.
Know how many times he's
tried to get in my pants?
I hope you used a condom.
I mean, yeah we did.
Parts.
Why?
He has some raging
undiagnosed STD.
This girl he slept
with last semester
got it and grew a fucking
barnacle on her face.
Everyone found out.
Not one guy would
even look at her.
They called her
untouchable Tina.
And doctors told her she
couldn't even get pregnant.
No one's seen her since.
That's awful, right?
Has to live with that
the rest of her life.
Sounds like BS.
Besides, we were careful.
I'm late.
I gotta go, babe.
Bye.
Don't come crying to me if
you start growing a tail.
Exterior, day.
[MUSIC - EAST LOVE, "BETTER THAN
BEING WITH YOU"]
The sun shines bright on Peggy.
17.
Brown hair.
Bookish.
Sexy.
Just what do you think
you're doing, Peggy?
Living alone.
For once, I'm finally living.
Dumb.
Peggy hugs Rachel, thankful
for all she's done.
Assures her.
Come on Rach, we were careful.
Even if it was
just one fun night.
I can't help feel like I'm
finally settling into my skin.
Like I'm good enough
to exist here.
Like I'm home.
It's stupid, I know.
But it's nice sometimes.
Just being noticed.
I can finally--
'Cause being alone babe is,
better than being with you.
Stella Dallas.
The imitation of life.
Mr. Skeffington.
Female melodramas with
female protagonists.
Flawed female protagonists.
But what is a flaw?
And who decides it?
There's no secrets anymore--
[INAUDIBLE]
Be responsible with
your metaphors.
Words have power.
Your screenplay is your sister.
As a writer, you must play god.
But the characters
must be flawed.
[INAUDIBLE] So, why Mela?
Why female?
As writers, you have the
chance to [INAUDIBLE]
but why do people Bond
as an action thriller?
Isn't he a melodramatic male?
Prone to alcoholism, sex
addiction, narcissism?
[INAUDIBLE] Miss?
What the fuck?
Are you OK?
Miss?
No, no, no, no, no.
Ow.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Next.
How can I help you?
[LAUGHTER]
I need to see the doctor.
Insurance, address,
name of primary.
Gotta get your
record in the system.
Reason for visit?
Reason for visit?
[WHISPERING]
Miss.
Why are you here?
Actually I'm fine.
Jay, hi.
Hey, stranger.
Hey.
I was just, um.
Here.
Are you OK?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Jay, do you have--
like a-- like a
cold or something?
Nope, I don't get sick.
You sure you're OK?
Yeah.
I'm fine, I just--
I just don't really
feel like myself.
I'm sorry.
I gotta get to class.
Otherwise I'd stay and chat.
Quit hiding that pretty face.
What?
What the fuck?
[SCRATCHING]
[WHISPERING]
[COUGHING]
Sorry.
Fucking kidding me?
Call us in a week
for the results.
A week?
Well I have to
take it to the lab.
But I have things
growing out of my skin.
My ears--
I have prescribed an anti
fungal for your hives.
The dorm showers are
usually to blame.
The ears are OK.
Just some congestion, and
probably allergies from being
on the new coast.
Try Claritin.
We'll know if it's
anything more next week.
I can't wait a week.
Same day rapid testing is 500
for HIV, 900 for the bundle.
I only have $200 on me.
Can't you make an exception?
We take credit card.
My mom checks my statements.
She can't see that.
She would be so
disappointed in me.
Please.
It's policy.
Breathe.
Try not to think about
it too much this week.
[BUZZING]
[PHONE VIBRATING]
[WHISPERING]
No one wants a
dirty girl, Dorothy.
The good boys don't want
a dirty girl like you.
Estel!
Hey, talk to me.
What they'd tell you
at the shame clinic?
I know it's not true.
I know I shouldn't care.
I know I shouldn't look
at it, but I can't stop.
So much shame.
I'm sorry, D. World's
full of assholes.
Don't.
Jesus, what'd you do?
Your hands.
Oh.
Ew.
What's with the band-aids?
I swear, Estel I saw barnacles.
OK, D. I don't
see any barnacles.
That's because I
picked them off.
But they keep coming
back, I swear.
Well show me when they do.
No, they're disgusting.
I don't want anybody to
know, because then I'll
be untouchable Tina.
D, you're taking
this a little far.
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
You know what you have to do.
Poor thing.
I'm going to be
late for tanning.
I will check in on you in a bit.
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
I don't know how
to tell this story.
Hello, to make an
appointment, press one.
For your confidential
test results, press two.
Doctor Samson was chosen
as a top physician
for diagnosing and treating--
Enter your patient number.
--aspects of successful
treatment and prevention.
We do not have your results yet.
Please try back tomorrow.
Office is now closed.
We'll reopen on Monday.
For hours and operation,
please press three.
[CRAWLING]
Ow.
God please.
Please.
[MUMBLING]
[WHISPERING]
Ow, ow.
[SCREAMING]
Dr. Samson, please help me.
You've been picking.
Those spots won't
heal if you pick.
Are using the
ointment I prescribed?
I need to know what I have.
Results take a
week, you know this.
But I read all this
stuff online, and--
Stay off the web, Ms. Weaver.
When you're vulnerable,
it's easy to see
the internet as
a god and believe
everything it tells you.
I can't.
Please.
I'm falling apart.
Is there a counselor on
campus you can speak to?
I think your real
problem maybe be up here.
I can't live like this.
There's no need for alarm,
until we have the results.
But if it's something bad,
you can fix it, right?
How long until I'm clean again?
It depends.
If it's something viral
like herpes simplex,
it lives in the spine,
and travels out of you
nerve cells from time to time.
You mean that is permanent?
Ms. Weaver, we're getting
ahead of ourselves.
Cut it out of me.
It doesn't work like that.
Cut it out of my fucking body.
You're most susceptible to
outbreaks when you're stressed.
I'm fucking stressed.
Can I stay?
Lift up your shirt, please.
Deep breaths.
[SNIFFLING]
Might be a little chilly.
No one wants me.
Deep breaths.
I'm dirty, aren't I?
I don't see anything
abnormal, Ms. Weaver.
Do you think I'm pretty?
Do you think I'm a whore?
I'm defective.
I always have been.
That's why all of this happened.
There's something
disgusting inside of me,
and it's permanent.
No, please.
Please don't leave me.
I need you to make
me feel OK again.
What's wrong?
[SCREAMING]
I don't know how
to tell this story.
Your real problem--
[INTERPOSING VOICES]
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Little miss valedictorian didn't
last a month in the big city.
Let every little
thing get to you, huh.
You know you're all the same.
Talk tough.
Use big words.
The truth is, you've been
crawling out of your skin
since you got here.
Trying so hard to be heard.
How'd that work out for you?
I've seen this story.
Over achiever spends
lifetime working herself
to the bone hoping to win mom's
approval and impress a dad
who could give two shits.
You'll kill yourself
fighting to have that all.
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
You know, girls like you make
it impossible for girls like me
to just fucking coast
and enjoy ourselves.
And then you steal our man.
No bitch.
I didn't come here to learn.
I came here to find a rich,
white husband who can give me
a super fucking cute baby
that everyone on the internet
wants to pinch.
You get in the way
of that, you burn.
'Cause I don't want it all.
When did that make
a girl the villain?
You want to know why I talk
about boys when I'm with Girls
It's because I have
nothing nice to say to you.
Sick.
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
For all your wisdom,
you were easy.
Thought burying your head in
that computer made you complex.
[CHEERING]
You didn't need a
villain in your story.
I already had one
living right inside you.
Just needed a tiny poke for
that righteousness to melt away.
For you to see the real you.
Nothing like the
power of suggestion.
Just ask all those cunts who
started wearing brown lipstick
after I told them it was #fire.
[MUSIC - SLOPPY JANE, "BARK LIKE
A GOD"]
Watch it, weirdo.
Woah, are you here
for the rat fuck?
Jay.
Where's Jay's room?
I knew it.
Room 3A.
Go.
People think I'm confident.
I am.
Call me superficial.
Sweetie, at least
I know who I am.
[MOANING]
Jay.
I'm busy.
Fuck off, Ricky.
[YELLING, MOANING]
My advice?
Keep the fantasy
to your fiction.
Because all that true
love, girl power, BS.
It's a plot device
used to sell tickets
to stupid, lonely women.
Just ask mommy.
[WHISPERING]
[PHONE NOTIFICATION]
[WHIMPERING]
[SNEEZES]
Hello, can you open the door?
Go away.
Open up, please.
Go away.
Why don't you go away?
Open up the door.
[SCREAMING]
No, no, no, no.
Poor thing.
Did golden boy give
you another UTI?
Want to know how to tell if you
really have it all in life, D?
If other people want yours.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I just feel like we have
this crazy connection, Estel.
Like, I don't know.
You sure you don't want to stay?
I can't.
I have a writing assignment
I have to finish.
But silent movie
theater on Sunday?
No, let's do Saturday.
I gotta drive down to Newport
on Sunday for my mom's charity
thing.
You want to come?
My advice?
Find the one or two
things in this miserable
world that make you fucking
selfishly, giddily, happy.
And double tap.
It's a date.
And the only way to not
get destroyed from within?
Is to have no within.
The tattler tattled
on you, bitch.
Did you just sleep
with Jay Walker?
Estel, everyone thinks he
gave some freshman an STD.
Don't believe everything
you read online, though.
You know, Jay is the sweetest.
Some jealous bitch
just made that up
because he wouldn't
sleep with her.
Ms. Weaver, Dr. Samson.
The news is good.
Everything looks normal.
I'd still advise you to
speak with a counselor.
Big city, new responsibilities.
Anxiety and stress can
wreak havoc on the body.
Call If you have any questions.
And stay off the web.
I know you knew her, right?
Did you know that's what it
was like after what happened?
Her life went from happy to
tragic in a matter of weeks.
They made her feel tainted
just because her dad fucked up.
She hated talking about it.
It was so damn hard for
her to share that with me.
The password.
That's how you knew.
Yeah.
Molly didn't say
much, I'm guessing.
Not in person.
She felt trapped.
Abandoned.
She kept it all in there.
Molly's a good girl, too good
for this fucked up world.
That's the girl
we're trying to save.
I should've called her.
Tried to help her.
She would have done the same.
Look, I know it sucks.
But nothing you can
do for your mom now.
There is someone out there
you might be able to save.
Molly called on
you for a reason.
Maybe you're right
where you're needed.
I guess we did make out once.
Really?
Prom.
Drunk.
Didn't mean anything.
I think she knew that
she wasn't my type.
I like you so much better now.
Shut up.
Our top story tonight,
the national terrorism
advisory system has issued
an imminent threat warning.
After deep web surveillance
intercepted what
authorities believe to be a
credible large scale threat
on digital infrastructure.
If successful, the attack
could be a seismic event.
The threat;s connection, if any,
to the ongoing Tableau exploit
crisis, or the hacker group
areas is yet to be determined.
Should be half a
mile up this road.
Come on, Molly.
Destination ahead.
Molly.
No, Amy.
We don't know what
we're walking into yet.
Molly, we're here.
Molly--
That's not such a good idea.
Molly, Molly!
If she knew they were
after her, why the hell
would she leave
the door unlocked?
Maye she knew we were coming.
It's some weird locking locks.
I swear I've been here before.
I guess somebody cut the power.
Oh, shit.
I knew it.
I knew this place was familiar.
Sam
Hold on.
They're in here.
She kept them in here.
Yes.
OK.
I've been here before.
Molly's mom took us on a camping
trip, just after freshman year.
Just the girls.
But then why come here?
This is where she felt safe.
Gross.
Oh my god, guys.
There's fucking maggots.
It's writing--
Somethings off.
What?
She's not here.
I looked everywhere.
No one's been here in weeks.
All right.
Well, just calm down.
There's a reason she
wanted us to be here.
We just have to figure out
what the reason is, OK?
You guys hear that?
We know who you are.
If you have weapons,
drop them now.
I fucking knew it.
They followed us so
they could get to Molly.
What the fuck is
the matter with you?
Get off of me
We have to get out
of here, right now.
We're coming in there.
Life's gonna be a whole lot
easier if you both give us
what we want.
Fuck you.
Let's get out of here.
There's a back door
through the kitchen.
Come on, follow us.
Let's go.
Hey you guys, wait.
We don't have time for this.
What is it?
Access approved.
[DOOR OPENS]
Holy shit.
Ethan, help me cover it.
Molly?
She's gotta be--
--find us.
That's what I've
been trying to tell--
I know.
I'm tired too, but
this is important, OK?
No.
When it's safe, I'll
go get help, OK?
No no, not just
anyone, OK, friends.
People we can and should trust.
No no no no no, come on, man.
No no no, you said--
I know, I'm tired too,
but this is important, OK?
No, you said-- come on,
don't do this again.
Shit.
No.
Just anyone, OK?
Some friends.
People we can actually trust.
What the fuck?