T@gged (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Spotlight - full transcript

While Hailey gets acquainted to her new tutor, Hawk, Rowan discovers some unsettling information about the aftermath of Dunbar's suicide, and Elisia is attacked at the Grotto.

- Previously on "T@gged"...

- I got a video
last night

from Monkeyman.

- Monkeyman's dead.

- How's he messaging me
from the grave?

- Please, leave me out of it.

- Sean told me that you guys
hooked up.

- Are you guys
gonna start dating?

- We're friends.
Just--just friends.

- You must be Zoe.
Welcome to Hilland.

- Got any tips for the new kid?
I need some weed.



- Uh, yeah.
There's this guy, Ash.

[giggling]

- I am going to assign partners.

Rowan Fricks
and Brandon Darrow.

- When should we work
on the project?

- Can't you just do it
yourself?

- What if Dunbar
wasn't Monkeyman?

He said we had two classes
together in freshman year,

but I still don't
remember him.

Jake's leaving?

- He's joining
the police academy upstate.

- Jake, I love you.
- I'm leaving tonight.

- Were you with her just now?

You are such a liar.



[ominous music]



[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

WOMAN: I tagged you guys.

[electronic hip-hop]



[distorted rhythmic talking]



- ♪ Move it fast,
but take it slow ♪

♪ Speed it up and...

- Howdy there, little lady.
Need a ride?

Come on. Hop in.



You all right?
You seem stressed.



- Have you ever thought
about running away?

- I mean, yeah, I guess.



- Would you leave town
with me?

- Like, you're serious?

Like, when?

- I need a xani.

Do you have one?
- Yeah.

In my glove box.

- ♪ You want it

♪ Then come and get it,
get it ♪

♪ You know you want it...

- Don't let me do that.

Okay?
- Yeah.

- You have to say no to me.

- Okay. Yeah. Sorry.

- ♪ Just say you want it



[school bell rings]

- Did you get the part
in the play?

- Uh, no.

They gave me the part
of the attendant--no lines.

I don't care.

- Hey, um, what does
this look like to you?

- I don't know.

Locker combo?

- Yeah, um, this came out
of Brandon's backpack,

with this in it.

[edgy pop music]



- I told you to leave me
out of it.

- Will you just send me a pin
to his address?

- I'm not going to help you.
Okay?

- Have you really not
gotten any messages?

- No.

I told you to stay out of it.

- Just send me
his locker number.

- Do you really think
Brandon is Monkeyman 2.0?

I mean, if someone
wants revenge for Dunbar,

don't you think
they'd be after him, too?

No one treated Dunbar
worse than Brandon.



Number 55,
but he never uses it.



- I know Brandon's your friend

but...it really could be him.

It could be Trevor, too.
It's definitely one of them.

- ♪ Something
that's already lost ♪

- Have you been talking
to Elisia?

- Yeah.

- Do you know why
she's mad at me?

- We were all really scared
for you, Hailey.

That night at the
hospital...

I thought you were dead.

- I saw your texts.

I didn't know
that you sent so many.

- I actually came by
to see you a few times.

Did you know I stopped by?

- I didn't want to see
anyone.

[edgy pop song continues]



- I didn't realize
I was just anyone.

- ♪ Lost, she got lost

♪ Save her, Lord,
save her, Lord ♪

[new mellow pop tune]



- I'd like a quarter,
please.

- I'm sorry?

- Indigo, preferably.
Something that provides

a strong sense of euphoria
and relief from insomnia.

What about Blackberry Kush.
Do you have that?

- Does this look
like Amsterdam to you?

The only grain option
we have on the menu is tea.

[lowers voice]
So that's my boss right there.

So keep it down.

Who are you?

- Rowan told me, so...
chill.

I'll pay whatever you want.
I'll pay double.

I'm Zoe.

- I don't sell anymore.

One green tea?
Great.

Make that an extra-large?
No problem.

- You can't make more
than minimum wage here.

I will keep you in business
for the next few months.

Yeah?

- No. Move on.

Go to The Grotto.

No one there will have a problem
taking Daddy's money.

One, uh, extra-large green tea

and a slice of banana bread.

That'll be $10.62.

- Keep the change.

[tense music]



[clank, clattering]

- Hey, Rowan.

- Hey. What's up?

- You and Jake? Really?

- Nothing happened.
- No, no, no...

- Nothing happened.
- Are you seeing him or not

and lying to me about it?

[edgy music]



Okay. Whatever.
- Hey. Hey, hey.

We are just friends.
- No!

He could literally go to jail.
You know that, right?

He's, like, the only family
I have left,

and you promised me
you guys weren't--

[overlapping shouting]

Stop! No!
Don't talk to me, Rowan!

You're not my friend!

[soft pop song]



[low chatter]

- Come on!
- If you think about it,

this snake is kinda
like Hailey in rehab, you know?

Like, she just slept all day
and ate all day

and did what she wanted.

- Drop it. Drop it.
- Hurry!

- Hush.
- Oh, look who it is.

- I'm talking to Brandon.
- Is he your boyfriend?

- What do you want?
- The D.

[boys giggling]

- I was wondering
if we could work on our project

at your house.
- No.

- Where do you live?
- Dude, no.

Don't do that,
because you heard what happened

to her last boyfriend, right?

He had to off himself
'cause she's such a bitch.

- What is your problem
with me, Trevor?

- Let's go someplace

a little more private,
and I'll explain it to you.

- Oh, my God.
I told you already.

Just give me credit
and do it yourself. It's easy.

- Hey, Rowan, you have a little
blood on your face right here.

Oh, wait. It was just
that time of the month.

[laughs]

- That doesn't even
make sense.

- Ah...
- Yeah, I think it makes sense.

I think it makes sense.

Just go cry
to your dad about it.

- All right.
Chill out, man. Chill out.

- Okay, guys, you ready?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Check this out.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Here we go.
What are you doing?

- Go, go, go.

- Wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?

- You're such assholes.

- You ruined it.
- You're such a girl, dude.

Are you serious?

- It's okay, little guy.
It's okay.

- [whispers]
Oh, my God.

[suspenseful music]



- Hi.
I'm here for tutoring.

- Hailey Jenson?
- Yeah.

- You're with
Hawkman.

- Hailey?
Hi. Hawk.

Don't let the name
sketch you out.

My parents are crazy
conservationists.

Come on.

So, um, what subject
are you in here for?

- All of them.

I went away for a while.

- Yeah? Where'd you go?

- Vacation.

[dark music]



- You were one of the girls

at that party
with Dunbar Rakes, right?

- So?
- I knew the kid.

He was a really nice guy,
so that really sucks.

Well, I can get you caught up
in--in no time.

Um, what math are you taking?

- Look, I'm only here
because it's mandatory.

If I don't show,
I'll hear about it from my mom

who says I'm failing, and I
don't have the patience for her.

So I have to sit here
for 50 minutes.

If you want to check
your phone feel free.

I won't say anything.

[somber music]



[distant train horn blows]

- What is this?

- You went in my room?

- This young kid, he put you
in some serious danger.

Am I missing something here?

- I cannot believe
you went through my stuff.

I think about him sometimes.
That's all.

He could have killed me,
but he didn't.

- Not hurting you is not
the same as saving you, Rowan.

Your mom was right.

You need to talk to somebody.

- You've been talking to Mom?

- I think Freedom
Independent's a good plan.

- No. No, I'm not going
to boarding school.

- Your mom and I
will decide that.

[edgy music]



[pop music plays]



- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Put it down.

Step away from the bookshelf.

- It's just--I don't understand
why building furniture

requires a masters in physics
and a minor in Chinese,

judging by the fricking
instructions.

- Okay. Hey. I got this.

All right. Let's see.

I'll just take this apart
so I can put it back together.

- I can do it.
- No, it's cool.

- I can do it!
[part clatters]

- Why are you always
so pissed?

- You treat me like
a child.

- I treat you like a child.
[small laugh]

Okay. Go ahead.

Put it together.

You promised me
you'd stop pushing me away.

- You can't do everything
for me, okay?

- Oh, really?

You don't want my help anymore?

After everything?

[part clatters]

You know,
you're acting like a child,

so I'm gonna treat you
like a child.

- Look, Ash, just because
you couldn't

save your little sister...

[tense music]



Ash, I'm so sorry.
No, Ash.

I didn't mean it.
Ash!

Ash, please.

Aah!

- Elisia?

- Sorry, I didn't--
I didn't realize--

- Did you just
move in here?

What's wrong?
- Nothing.

What am I doing?

[mellow pop music]

- ♪ I hadn't been back
in years ♪

♪ But it felt right

♪ Scenic sights
calling me ♪



♪ Carrying on a lot
'cause I know we could ♪



♪ Keeping on and on
and on ♪

♪ To start again

[singing continues]



[suspenseful music]



[dramatic musical sting]



- Ash?

[ominous music]



Ash?

[distant clank]

[ominous musical sting]



[chime]

[intense music]



[footsteps]

Aah!

[intense percussive music]



[engine struggles]



[engine struggles]

[engine turns]



WOMAN: I tagged you guys.