Hag (2025)

[bunniefuu]

[logo music plays]

[projector music whirs]

[gentle piano music]

[sighs]

[eerie music sting]

[phone buzzes]

I heard you got kicked out the mall again?

Yeah. About that... I'm

gonna need you to go for me.

I'm looking for a bat

that's also a boba tea.

You can't keep starting

fights over plushies.

I don't start fights, I finish them.

Hey, um, any idea how to reset the clock

-on a Swedish oven?

-No.

But I'm glad to hear your power's back on.

Thanks again. Pay you back as

soon as the subletter gets here.

Do you know what that

guy's sign is, by the way?

No! But he got kicked out his dorm

for starting a fire, so I feel

like that narrows it down.

So, how's it going... with everything?

[sighs] There's just so much stuff, Kace.

His family didn't want any of it.

Don't worry, we'll go through

everything when I get there.

Which is really soon, birthday boy!

Oh, it's too soon.

So, I was actually

thinking, how about this year

we just keep our birthdays

low key? Just the two of us?

Because I need time to heal or

'cause you hate my LA friends?

Hm... two things can be true.

-Love you.

-Doubled.

Oh, by the way, I found a cute rental...

[glass breaking] -...in

Malibu. It's adorable.

The water comes right to the

house. You're gonna love it.

I gotta call you back. Okay?

Okay. Just don't forget,

a week from tomorrow.

[ends call]

[eerie music]

[soft thud]

Hello?

[eerie music swells]

[gentle acoustic music]

Day after day goes by

Where do they all go?

[coffee grinds]

[Rowan] I'm just trying to figure it out.

Have you asked for a raise?

Apparently, I need a

more responsible attitude.

You have a very responsible attitude.

-Aw...

-Daddy La Brea! What'll it be?

Coffee? Frappe? My demo?

Medium coffee, black.

-Hey, kid. You gonna be okay?

-Yeah.

Just a last-ditch effort to not

have to rent out my spare room.

-It's kinda my recording studio.

-That his dead boyfriend built.

[phone buzzes]

-[beep]

La Brea. Yeah, I know. I'm on my way.

Schmooze one of the

execs to let you record here.

Networking stresses me out.

Mobile order for Mag?

-Excuse me, Ryan?

-It's Rowan.

I'm sorry, this is gonna

sound crazy, but...

didn't we date?

I haven't had a girlfriend

since middle school,

so unless you're...

Oh, my God. Mag?

-In the flesh.

-Wow.

You look, uh, so...

Yeah, I... didn't even recognize you.

-I'll take that as a compliment?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. No...

I know, the glow-up is real.

And I mean, wow. Look at you.

[Mag laughs]

Well, I wish I could talk. I...

I gotta cosplay responsible barista today.

Well, let's catch up over drinks later.

Another night, for sure. Yeah.

I got a new roommate coming.

-Need to move boxes to storage.

-I'll help!

Oh, I couldn't but thank you.

Okay, well, I work here now.

-So...

-Oh?

I'm sure we'll see a

lot more of each other.

Cool. Yeah...

Hey, Mag!

[upbeat] I hope you like cosmos!

Oh, a hand truck.

Okay, now this is the kind of apartment

that I should be looking for!

Wow!

-[Knocks]

You hear that? I think it's brick.

-This place has great bones.

-Calm down, H.G.T.V.

I was an interior decorator in a past life.

I've still got a ton of samples in storage

if you ever wanna refresh.

Sure. Yeah, I'd love that.

Aw... What happened to him?

Oh, Tucker? He passed away.

How did you know something happened to him?

I saw it...

with my third eye.

[Mag chuckles]

I'm kidding. You're not wearing a ring.

-Oh.

-I'm sorry. Still fresh?

Oh, you're fine.

Still trying to figure it all out.

You know, you don't realize how

much you rely on someone until

all the things they did start to pile up.

Well, one less thing on the pile.

[Rowan chuckles]

-[upbeat music]

-Boxes?

-Uh, yeah.

Close your eyes I'll

make you count today

Anywhere I've ever been

-Should we open this?

-Oh, I don't drink much since...

I just don't wanna overshoot the mark.

[slight scoff]

You don't strike me as someone

who'd lose control like that.

-Yeah, neither did Tucker.

-Is that how he...

Yeah, he fell asleep on his back,

and, uh... and threw up.

If I was home, I would've heard him,

but I wasn't.

I can pick the lock on any door.

You told me a secret, so

I'm telling you one of mine.

Okay. [Chuckles]

-Okay. Truth or dare?

Dare?

-[Whispers] Yes!

I dare you...

-to open the wine. [Chuckles]

-Okay. Give me that.

-Okay. Truth or dare?

-Dare.

This building has a rooftop

pool, but it closes at ten.

I dare you to break us in.

I wasn't even Looking him over

I'm staying steady While

you're a rolling stone

[Rowan] Don't worry, it's heated.

[Mag] Um, yeah... I can't swim.

You're in luck. I'm an excellent teacher.

[Mag groans]

[Mag squeals, laughs]

Yeah, you're getting it!

Are you 100% g*y?

So, I can't claim a gold star, but yes.

So you're saying there's

a chance? [Chuckles]

Truth or dare?

Truth.

-Biggest regret? Mm.

-Oh! Um, okay.

Well, when I was too

small to know any better...

Mm?

- My hamster bit me.

I wanted to punish

him, but I didn't wanna...

see him suffer. I, um...

I put him in a shoebox

and buried it in the sand.

Okay, American Psycho Two!

[slight scoff] Um... truth.

When did you feel the most loved?

When I came out, I told my friend KC

that it felt like I'd spent

my whole life whispering.

She gave me my first guitar

with a note that said,

"To help them hear you."

-Aw! Are you still friends?

-Ride-or-die, for sure.

Aw... I had a best friend once.

-Yeah?

-Yeah. Meagan McKenzie.

Meagan McKenzie?

-[Both chuckling]

Double first names are

destined for popularity.

We were inseparable...

Until she got into Stanford.

And then she didn't have

time for a nobody like me.

-Well, look at you now.

-[Mag chuckles]

-I'm sure she'd die.

-Yeah.

Oh... When did you feel the most loved?

Probably the night you kissed me.

-What!

-What?

I'm sure you've had better

kisses since ninth grade.

Well, now that I look like this.

But, back then, you saw me for who I was,

and you still chose me.

Wow. Thank you.

That's actually really sweet.

Awkward, but... but sweet.

[song plays on laptop]

-[sausage sizzles]

Hey!

There's coffee on the burner.

-Is that my demo?

-Oh, yeah.

How'd you get into my laptop?

You left it open, silly.

Oh, I hope you don't

mind? It's really good, Ry.

Certainly got more energy

than I do in the morning.

-It's 3:00 P.M.

-What?

Oh, my God. I'm gonna be late for work!

And I needed to stop at the gym before!

Okay... Aw, this looks amazing.

I wish I could enjoy it, but

you stay as long as you want.

Oh, just leave the key

under the doormat for

when the subletter gets here.

-See you tonight?

-Uh...

Yeah, maybe.

-I'll let you know.

-Have a good day.

Mary! Where were you?

-I'm literally drowning here.

-Opal, you have, like...

two customers.

Okay, I need a favor.

If I don't cancel my gym membership today,

I'll overdraft my account.

And the guy won't be there after I'm off.

You're asking your

shift lead to lie for you?

-Yes.

-What's in it for me?

-Whatever you want.

-We love a blank check favor.

-Deal.

-Thank you.

I can cancel it, but the

fee's, like, really high.

-So either way, I'm screwed.

-Yeah. I'm sorry.

You know what? Just

cancel it. I'll figure it out.

-Oh, no!

-What?

The computer glitched.

Looks like you're paid

through the new year.

Are you sure? Don't get in trouble.

What are they gonna do, fire me?

-I start as a trainer tomorrow.

-They could still fire you.

Check it out!

Brady. [Chuckles]

First three sessions on me.

So I'll text you?

-Yeah! Whatever.

-Or whatever.

Yeah. [Chuckles]

Oh! Any chance I could get a

refund for those prepaid months?

-Bro...

-Worth a shot.

-Whoa.

-Oh, God!

I'm so sorry, Mr... uh, Davey.

You say you're recording an E.P.?

-Yeah.

-Hm. Walk with me.

Um... Okay.

-So what's your genre?

-Oh, I'm a singer-songwriter.

It's kind of like an acoustic guitar thing.

Oh, okay.

So where do you perform?

Oh, my bedroom. I'm kidding.

Sorry, I'm nervous. Um...

But I do have songs recorded.

I could email you some.

Up or down?

No, thank you. I've got to work.

The responsible choice. You're right.

Look, you email me, it's

gonna get lost in my inbox.

-You got a physical copy?

-Not on me.

I keep my lunches on a Wednesday open.

I'll let the desk know

to expect you at noon.

-It's Rowan...

-Uh, Rush.

Rowan Rush. Oh, my God. Thank you, Davey.

This is beyond generous.

-Yeah, but, I've gotta...

-Go, go, go.

-Yep, okay.

-See you next week.

-Thank you. Oh, my God!

-Mm-hm.

Ah, f*ck it.

Look! Davey La Brea just followed me.

-Register, b*tch. Now!

-[kisses] Thank you, Opal.

So gross.

Hi, welcome to Teal

Onyx. What can I get you?

[low ominous music]

[wooden floorboards creak]

[light switch flips]

Uh...

[eerie music]

So?

What do you think?

I don't know what to say.

-You hate it.

-No, no! It... It looks amazing.

It's just. I can't accept all this.

-They're all samples, girl.

-Oh. Where's Ian?

My subletter.

Oh! Gosh, uh... Can you call him?

It was through a roommate app. Um...

"I'm sorry, I can't. Don't hate me."

[scoffs] Did he just "Sex in the City" you?

-[sighs] This has to be a joke.

-Okay, look...

I need a place to live.

You need a roommate.

Oh, I don't know.

Just until you're back on your feet, mama.

-Okay. Mm.

-Okay?

[squeals] Oh, my God! We'll

be just like Will and Grace.

Yay. [Chuckles]

Oh, yeah!

[Rowan] Ooh!

Almost as sharp as your nails.

[slight chuckle]

-[Mag scoffs]

Hey. What does this one do?

Tiger's eye is for courage and protection.

Roman soldiers engraved

it and wore it into battle.

[Rowan] Hm, and look

how it turned out for them.

Sorry, I don't do fairy tales.

[Mag scoffs]

This isn't a fairy tale.

Sure. It's... it's all very real.

You know what? It couldn't hurt.

I'd try anything at this

point. Oh, God! I hate closing!

-[Mag] Mwah!

-I'll see you after.

"Almost as sharp as your

nails." "I don't do fairy tales."

"Sure. It's all very really

f*cking real." Ouch!

[sharp breaths]

Ouch!

-[Door closes]

[hoarsely] Hello, Ryan.

Tucker and I used to throw

an annual Halloween party.

Obviously, I'm canceling this year.

-Long day?

-About to be longer.

My friend's a bartender,

so we meet up for drinks

sometimes after she closes.

Oh, my God. Fun!

I can't wait to make friends here.

I left out a little thank you.

For protection.

Hey, Mag? Get dressed.

[club music plays]

[Rowan] You good?

[Mag chuckles] Yeah, it's my first time.

-At Diva Dive?

-At a g*y bar. [Chuckles]

[Rowan] Oh.

-[Jude] Oh, not you again.

-Hey, babe.

Mag, this is Jude, and you

might recognize her partner, Opal.

Mag the hag.

I meant... um...

-"Hag" as in... as in "f*g hag".

-Yeah, I caught that.

Where's the rest of the bachelorette party?

Oh, go easy on her, guys. She's new.

Did I say something wrong?

No, no. Just an outdated

term that demeans both

the woman using it and the g*y

person she's accessorizing with.

Uh, where's the bathroom?

-Of course. Excuse me.

-I'll come?

No, I'm good.

Would it k*ll you to be friendly?

It's not my job to educate her.

And yet...

[tense music]

-[breathes heavily]

[distorted whisper] Stupid Mag, stupid Mag.

[screams]

[high-pitched screeching]

[sound stops abruptly]

-[breathes heavily]

[whispers] Stupid...

[ominous ringing]

[nail cracks]

-[gasps painfully] Ah!

[gasps painfully]

[squelching]

[violin slide ends]

-[bar music audible]

I'm fine... Something I ate is all.

I'm fine. Something I ate is all.

-Come on.

-No...

God, I don't...

-Since when does Ryan need...

-Rowan.

Since when does Rowan

need someone else's approval to have fun?

-Jeez. No, you're right.

-There he is.

[upbeat song plays]

I just think it's all

happening a little fast.

Don't rush building something

if you actually want it to last.

Okay, you got that from the zodiac app.

No, you know, I canceled that.

Baby, it's like 60 bucks a month.

You can't put a price on accuracy.

-Who are you talking to?

-No one. I'm running lines.

-[both] You don't act.

-Everyone in LA acts.

Okay... Hm! Wrap it up. We need to sweep.

[Mag] It's girls' night, b*tch!

Is Rocky Road still your fav?

[Rowan] Yeah.

Hey, uh, is this about the other night?

Oh, come on! One girls' night?

I've been practicing my

tongue pop. Wanna hear?

No, no, no... You're good.

Let's do it. Just

please stop calling it a...

[both]Girls' night!

Oh, no, wait. I forgot the bananas.

Pull up the trainer. I want to

see the Blaine to your Kurt.

[mumbles] Okay...

-That's Brady.

-[Gasps] Oh!

What a waste. The hottest

ones are always g*y.

I'm still trying to figure that out.

Okay, Nancier Drew!

-[Rowan tuts]

-Okay, sometimes you say...

-I have an awkward ques...

-Sorry.

-You go first.

Things I say always seem to

come out wrong, and it's embarrassing.

It's okay. I could probably

be more understanding.

Can you show me how you give head?

-[scoffs] What? Are you serious?

-[Mag laughs] What?

I heard that g*y guys

do it better. Oh, my God.

Okay, just pretend I never asked. See?

I told you I'm embarrassing.

No, it's okay. Sit down.

You're not embarrassing.

[tuts] Give that here.

Okay, so first... You

wanna start with just the tip.

-Mm-hm?

-Okay?

Making him want more by

focusing all your attention...

there.

So, it's like...

[Rowan] Good night.

Good night!

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[soft rhythmic moaning]

[soft moaning on phone]

[moaning continues]

[ominous music]

[bed squeaking]

[groaning softly]

[moaning intensifies]

[toothbrush vibrates]

[Rowan groans]

-[Mag moans softly]

[soft ominous music]

[toothpaste thuds]

-[tap water runs]

[ominous music swells]

[Rowan] I don't know

what I'd do without you.

-Who still uses CDs, right?

-Right?!

-Knock 'em dead.

-Are you not coming?

Wednesdays are remote.

Oh... I really wanted you to be there.

Hey! You totally got this.

You're already a star.

You're already a star.

Dream chaser Right from the start

Dream chaser Look where we are

-Is this your first time here?

-I'm one of the baristas.

Oh!

[knock on door]

Rowan! Make yourself at home.

-Do you need anything?

-Something to drink? Coffee?

-No, thank you.

-We're good. Close behind you.

Have a seat.

I've always wondered

what it was like up here.

-So, what do you think?

-It's, uh... It's very...

-Green.

-That's what I said!

I like you, kid. You remind

me of myself when I was new.

I think this is gonna be

a very fruitful friendship.

-Up or down?

-I'm good.

All right.

Let's hear it.

[Davey clears throat]

[spy camera clicks]

[CD player clicks]

Sad, glad, mad, hurt, Afraid, ashamed

Six basic feelings are

What make us all the same

In LA everybody knows

There's one more feeling

And that feeling's LA Close

Okay, okay, okay. I

see where this is going.

There's more, too. If...

You'll get a $60k advance on a 70/30 split.

-Are you saying...

-Before you turn that down,

that split is typical for new artists.

No... I mean, yes!

I've been dreaming about

Teal Onyx since I started.

So let's make that dream come true.

[ominous music]

I'm sorry.

I don't wanna give you the wrong idea.

I want to keep this relationship,

you know, strictly business.

I don't want to give you

the wrong idea, but...

this is the business.

You're free to walk away.

Consent is important to me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't.

Don't be stupid, kid.

You walked through

those doors worth nothing.

You don't have to leave that way.

Do you need validation?

[car door slams]

"Up or down?" So f*cking gross.

He's, like, textbook sleazy.

I should've stopped him sooner.

-Hey...

-Hm?

No one teaches you what

to do in a situation like that.

I could take a self-defense class.

[Mag chuckles]

-Bam!

Okay, you don't need a class for that.

Come on. Palm heel

strike or the front kick?

The front kick sounds gayer.

Okay. How do you just

have all these random skills?

Hm! Books, mostly.

I'm sure you have skills

that I don't know about.

In high school, I was

a competitive sh**ter.

-I cannot see you with a g*n.

-Republican parents.

Well, I was an off-grid baby,

so instead of elementary school,

my parents just dropped

me off at the library.

-What's an off-grid baby?

-No one registered my birth.

-So, Mag Thorne doesn't exist?

-Well, I do now.

-Okay, here. Match my stance.

-Okay.

-So...

-Yeah?

You wanna drive it straight up,

keeping your foot and shin relaxed.

And then extend your leg... and strike.

Like a showgirl! See, I knew it was g*y.

[chuckles] You got it.

Oh! You're gonna get it.

So, um...

What?

Let's do the Halloween party.

You can take your mind off

things. Invite your gym crush.

I'll be absolutely delusional

to throw a whole a*s party

just to hook up with Brady.

Checks out.

-Help me make the invites.

-Yes. Yay!

[phone buzzes]

-Oh...

Hey, twin! Thanks for calling back.

[tense music builds]

Is this a paper invite?

Retro man. Awesome. Oh, Echo Park?

That's uh... that's actually

where my ex-girlfriend lived.

-Work.

-Yes, work.

Let's get back to it. Ten

more then the weight goes up.

[Rowan] Help!

[Mag chuckles] -I've got a Temu-ergency.

I think it's... cute?

It's tight.

Hold up. We're not bobbing

for apples, right? Super gross.

Haven't you already swapped

spit with half the guests?

[mock gasp] What a pragmatic sl*t-shame!

[fabric rips]

-Oh...

Oh, yeah. I don't know if

we can fix that. It's nylon.

Oh, my God. I need a plan B, asap.

Something I already have clothes for.

We could go as each other?

That's stupid.

I love it. [Laughs]

-[chuckling]

[tuts] Okay...

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

Almost, almost.

Hang on. Okay.

Guard this with your life.

-Tucker made it for me.

-Oh, Rowan!

Wow.

I really am you.

-[Rowan] Is that...

-Countess Alaska?

-I helped.

-Ooh, authentic!

Get that ponytail, b*tch!

I see the human hair!

But you lose points for going as Mag.

[Rowan] Get it out your system

because when she gets here,

you're gonna make her feel so welcome.

I'm allowed to be salty.

That hand dryer she broke was, like, $400.

The fact that you actually

think she did that is so telling.

Dibs on the guy that just walked in.

-If that's okay with you, babe.

-It's not.

[Brady] Hi.

Christian Bale. Christian Bale!

Stunning. I'm Opal.

Hi, I'm Brady. Good to meet you.

-Hi.

-Jude.

All right, come on, let's see, let's see.

It's not guessable, I promise.

No, no! I got it. I got it.

You're, um... She-Rex?

No, he's a hag.

Look, then you're definitely

gonna need an apple, right?

Oh, no, I can't.

-Oh! Okay.

-Hey... No hands.

[club music plays]

Ooh, this thing is getting hot.

Be right back. I'm

gonna go to the bathroom.

Oh, follow the skeleton fingers.

-Do you need another one?

-I'm good.

Be right back.

[Mag] Sorry, I'm late.

-You could've just worn a hat.

-I wanted a new look anyway.

[slight chuckle] Okay... This is wild!

-Let's get a selfie.

-Oh, I'm a little camera-shy.

Let me just get some

liquid courage first. Okay?

[Opal] Okay, Diva! Look at you.

You are a hotter Rowan than Rowan.

[Mag imitating Rowan]

Sounds stupid... I love it.

Okay, she is coming with

us. Come on. Come on, Mag.

[phone buzzes]

-Cheers.

-To Mags.

Wait, wait! Do another.

It would be delusional

to throw a whole a*s party

-just to hook up with Brady.

-[Opal laughs]

Wait, wait! We've got limes, and

no one's doing body shots yet?

No. Hold up.

[Mag] Let's go.

You know what? I like you better like this.

[Mag] Hit me.

[Jude] I got you.

We're doing body shots? All right, go.

[Mag] Come and get it.

[Jude] Oh!

-All right!

-Oh, my God.

Hey.

-That was f*cking vodka? Damn!

-[Opal] Mm-hm!

I see you've met Brady.

Wait, this is Brady?

-I've heard so much about you.

-Not that much.

For a second there, Mag,

I could've sworn I was watching me.

Right! No. This is f*cking

wild. She's like you, but with t*ts.

-With boobs. Um, with breasts.

-[Opal] Wait, wait, wait!

-Mag, show him your prop.

-Oh...

She googled what gays bring to parties.

[Mag] Poppers.

Did I get the wrong brand?

(all laughing)

-[Brady] Take a photo.

-[Jude] Will you do the honors?

[all] Happy Halloween!

You gotta get in with us!

Yeah! Mag, Mag, Mag! Come on!

All right! Mag, Mag,

You're not in the photo!

It's okay. Opal.

[Opal] Say cheese!

-[Brady] Yeah!

[camera pops]

[Jude] Where in Pennsylvania?

Mag?

Hello?

I'm sorry, where what?

Where did you and Rowan grow up?

Oh...

No, I didn't. I moved after eighth grade.

-I was just there a year.

-[Jude] Yeah, but where?

-West Chester.

-You know that, babe.

You went to high school with Rowan?

-You did?

-Yeah, one town over.

They funneled our middle

schools together for high school.

What was yours called again?

Why? You finally gonna finish eighth grade?

-Who was your class president?

-Relax, human captcha.

You want the last four of her social?

Quiet! I'm asking her.

I think we've had enough to drink.

I just think you'd know.

-I wouldn't.

-Trust me, she would.

Hell, it, um...

It was a long time ago.

[Jude] Ouch!

-[Rowan] Oh, my God!

[Opal] Jude! [Rowan] Jude! Oh, my God!

Is there a first aid kit?

-[Rowan] Uh...

[Rowan] Oh, my God.

[Jude groaning]

[ominous sound]

-Are you okay?

-No, it was her.

-She tripped me!

-Why would...

I am trying to help you.

I think you just had a

little too much to drink.

-I'm fine, dickwad!

-You sure look fine...

She's the one I have a problem...

-[Brady] Okay.

-A little help.

-Okay. You know...

-Okay, let's get you home, baby.

[Jude] Whatever.

[Opal] It's fine, we've all been there.

So, uh... What's Pennsylvania like?

I've never been out the country.

It's hot...

Very hot.

[Jude] You hag!

-[Opal] Okay, okay.

Wait... So who was class president?

No one remembers middle school, Opal.

But who was it, Ro?

It was me.

Have you seen Mag and Brady?

[sighs]

Hey.

Hey.

Can we come in?

Sure.

Come here, buddy.

-[KC] Uh, sorry.

-[Brady] Hi...

You did not forget I was coming.

[whispers] Who's that, though?

Consider this my himbo era.

-Warm up? No?

-No, I'm good, thanks.

Oh, Mag! Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

There's some coffee

if you... if you want it.

Um... Hey, Mag,

meet my twin, KC

-Hi.

-You're an only child.

But our birthdays are close,

so in college, we told

people we were twins.

Cool story.

You must be the one he's

been sending me to voicemail for.

No one bobbed for apples last

night. Now we have a million.

I always have one after my morning run.

How many mornings will that be, exactly?

-Uh, barely a week. Yeah?

-Yeah.

Yeah, and then a weekend

in Malibu with this guy.

The big two nine! Can you believe it?

I guess it's ruined now, but...

I was gonna surprise you

with a "quarter-life crisis" party.

That's so sweet of you, Mag,

but we just had a big party.

I feel a little spent.

I just... I really don't want

all the attention right now.

Yeah, he really loves

attention, so that's saying a lot.

-[Rowan] Oh, f*ck you.

-[KC] Doubled!

Um, but let's plan for

something when I'm back.

Really great meeting you, KC

You, too.

[door slams]

[dramatic music on TV]

[dramatic music distorts]

If I had a crystal ball

I don't think I'd

change Anything at all...

[singsong] Here on a Sunday.

Come through, overtime!

Double cinnamon skinny latte.

Oh, you're good.

Hey, I shouldn't have sprung

KC on you like that yesterday.

-It wasn't fair to you.

-You could've just asked.

I know, I'm sorry. I screwed up.

Friends?

Duh.

-All yours, diva.

-And the online order?

I hate that I still have to

see that creep every day.

Tea... One of the bartenders told Jude,

Davey makes musicians blow

him, and he films it on a spy cam.

Is that right?

[Rowan] Speaking of trash,

I'm gonna take ours out.

-See you at home?

-See you then.

-Bye, Opal.

-Hey, Mag.

-Can I show you something?

-Hm! So secretive.

-What's the hot goss?

-See this ticket?

It's a mobile order.

Customers place them on our

website and pick them up to go.

Yeah, I know how it works. I

get our office order every day.

This is a delivery service ticket.

If a customer uses a delivery app,

a yellow ticket is generated

so their courier can pick

up their order for them.

Do you want to guess

what color yours are, Mag?

I'm just looking out for you, girl.

Obviously, you don't want

Rowan to catch you lying

about being a Teal Onyx exec.

So just Door Dash or

whatever when I'm working, too.

Why would you help me?

Because friends help each other out, Mag.

We're friends, aren't we?

Sure thing...

Friend.

[KC panting]

[keypad beeping]

-[error tone]

[beeping]

[gasps]

Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you.

-True crime podcast.

-Oh, I can't stomach that stuff.

Yeah, I guess most people

run listening to music.

-So quirky! [Chuckles]

-[KC chuckles politely]

Listen, um... I think we

got off on the wrong foot.

-And that's my fault.

-Yeah, I get it.

I would've been pissed, too.

I mean, you're his old best friend.

I'm his new one.

Didn't you, like, just move here?

[laughs loudly]

Rowan's always saying how funny you are.

I totally see it. [Chuckles] Okay, come on.

-There we go, get in.

-[KC] Thanks.

[strums guitar string]

[Mag chuckles] I know, it's crazy.

[KC] He's never told

me that before. It's weird.

-[KC] Wow.

-Hey, you two.

-Hey, girl.

-Good run?

I'm paying dearly for it.

[Mag gasps] Oh, then you'll love this.

Consider it my apology.

I swear I'm not a brat.

Hm? K-Spa?

I booked you the works tonight.

This bathhouse even has a restaurant.

I wanna go to the bathhouse?

Baby, it's not that kind of bathhouse.

[chuckles] -Oh, what other kind is there?

[KC] I dunno what to say.

-Have fun!

-It's so nice of you...

[door shuts firmly]

You don't have to sneak

around. I know you're there.

You were asleep when I

got home. But Rowan wasn't.

You know, if you wanted

a night alone with him,

you could've just asked.

What do you mean?

There wasn't a reservation, Mag.

[soft gasp] Oops.

Maybe I put it under my name?

You didn't.

I mean, what was the game plan, anyway?

Because obviously, I was gonna

come back here and tell Rowan.

It's giving... messy?

I'm never messy.

You play Dorothy-out-of-Kansas

in front of him.

But I see exactly who you are.

Petty, jealous, desperate.

You're just a fast friend who's

gonna be forgotten even faster.

[glass shatters]

-Oh, my God! Mag.

-Ouch.

-[KC] Oh, just hold on.

-[grunting] I'm fine.

-Here, here, here.

-I said I'm f*cking fine!

Fine. I'll put it back, then!

-Whose bag is that?

-I don't know. Probably Brady's.

[ominous sound]

-[shaky breaths]

[kisses]

-[Rowan moans]

[knocking]

[shaky breathes]

[knocks]

-Can I come in?

I'm busy, Mag.

[Mag softly] Ow.

[bangs on door]

Please! I'm sorry.

-We can talk tomorrow.

-Please, Rowan!

[bangs harder]

I'm sorry!

[Rowan sighs]

-[Brady] Hey...

Is there anything that

talking right now is gonna fix?

Come here, come here.

I can fix this.

Miss? You can leave that here.

I'm supposed to take this one

straight to the big guy himself.

[mouths] Yeah, just put it over there.

Yeah. Wait...

[Davey] Okay, you are

absolutely gonna regret that.

I want you to listen to my demo.

Oh, yeah, that's...

-That's not how this works.

-You're right.

You haven't offered me anything yet. Rude.

Okay... I'm calling security.

[Mag inhales sharply]

Up or down, Mr. La Brea?

See, a smart man

would've already wiped

the card inside, but...

you don't look like a very smart man.

You... look talentless

enough for a shortcut.

So what do you want?

You're gonna sign Rowan

Rush and offer him a 50/50 split.

He is one lucky barista.

And you're a basic-b*tch predator.

See, that's what you all get wrong.

Consent is important to me.

Right? If anything, they are the predators.

They come through those

doors and they know exactly

what they want to take.

Sometimes I let them.

Monologue to your therapist.

I'd rather leak whatever's on here anyway.

Wait...

B-T-dubs, I need you to pause

on free drinks for a hot sec.

Management wants me to crack down.

-Copy that.

-[Froth hissing]

Delivery for Mag. You forgot one.

[Rowan] Wait, can I see that?

[KC] So she's lying about working there?

Also sus her digital footprint

amounts to an IG of sunsets.

Okay, you're not even on socials.

Yeah, but you know me.

You don't know anything

about her. Not really.

You're right.

Listen, I've been thinking about

moving back to LA for a while,

so why don't I just take over her room?

It'll be so much fun.

It'll be like college again.

Mag...

I... I didn't hear you come home.

Obviously.

Mag! Wait a minute. Mag! Wait.

Davey wants you to meet him tomorrow.

In public. At the caf.

-Why?

-He wants to make things right.

I talked to him because

that's what friends do, Ryan.

-Are we friends?

-Of course, we are.

Sounds like you two have

some stuff to work out.

-I'll be back later.

-Have fun.

His name's not Ryan, by the

way. But you keep calling him that.

When I met him, it was Ryan.

The identity he was trapped in was Ryan.

The person he chose to become is Rowan.

Have some f*cking respect.

[door slams]

I'm sorry. I'll talk to her.

[tuts]

[KC] Okay, baby, focus.

Would they be anywhere in this vicinity?

I don't know. I can't be late again.

They were on your nightstand.

They're a godsend.

I really gotta stop losing these.

I checked there.

Bye, KC -Bye.

Bye.

Hmm...

[zip slides]

[KC] Hello!

That is not Mag.

[chain clanks]

[smacks lips] Uh, KC?

-[Mag] Hello? KC!

-Coming!

Why's my door locked?

Oh, you can never be too safe, right?

-Hey.

-I forgot my purse.

Well, I'm gonna go for a run. Later.

Hm... Aren't you forgetting something?

-Oh, yeah. Thanks.

-[Mag chuckles]

Have fun running.

[Davey] You didn't poison it, did you?

[Rowan] No.

-But I spit in it.

-Hm.

Look, I'm sorry things got out of hand.

My intention was not to hurt you.

Your intention was clear.

I am willing...

to make you an offer.

[scoffs] Is this real?

It's real.

-Thank you.

-[Scoffs]

Yeah, don't thank me.

Thank Mag.

You taste like poison, honey

Goes down Like sugar, honey...

Hm...

-Was that Davey La Brea?

-Mag talked to him for me.

The deal's back on. But, I gotta go...

Listen, Mag is not who

she says she is, okay?

I found this hidden in

her underwear drawer.

I mean, yeah, that's Mag

before she lost all the weight.

Rowan, baby, that is a different woman.

She's got six different women's

IDs. She could be dangerous.

It's sweet you're trying to protect me,

but it's not that serious. I'm

sure there's an explanation.

Let's ask Mag about it when I get off.

Let's ask Mag about it?

Should we invite her to Malibu, too?

So, about that.

Mag thinks we should lay

down some vocals this weekend.

Turns out we really are

the company we keep.

I'm gonna fly back home.

Happy birthday.

Mag?

[floorboards creaking]

[high-pitched sting]

[coughs]

[labored breaths]

[coughing]

[operator on phone] 911,

what's your emergency?

Hello?

[keys clank]

KC?

[sighs]

[phone rings]

[KC] Mom, stop leaving

me voice mails. Just text me.

[message tone beeps]

Mag. Mag. Mag. Mag...

They all look like Mag to me.

Meagan McKenzie.

-Hey!

-Hey, diva.

I heard about your big day, so...

so I got you a little

congratulations present.

[Rowan] Oh...

-I had one of these at Stanford.

-You said you never got in.

Did I?

So you won't ever lose your keys again.

-Or your apartment...

-Oh!

[Mag chuckles]

-A smart tag and a spare key?

-Yeah, the smart tag is...

functional, but the

rest is, like, symbolic.

What I'm saying is...

I own the condo and you can live here

for free.

What do you mean own?

All it took was an above-market offer

for property management to hand it over.

Now we're roomies for life.

Mag... No.

This... This gift is too big.

Hey, you deserve all this and more.

-Hey, Ry?

-Yeah?

Why were you in my panty drawer?

Why do you have so many fake IDs?

I knew you'd find out eventually.

I'm not an executive at Teal Onyx Records.

Davey La Brea hired me

to do some specialized accounting for him.

What kind of accountant has five fake IDs?

The kind that launders money.

I use them to create shell companies

that can't be traced back to me.

The money's like, stupid good.

And that secret gave

me the leverage I needed

-to get you a record deal.

-You blackmailed him?

Oh! It's not blackmail if it

comes from a loving place.

Sorry, still processing here. Um...

Is it dangerous? Am I in danger?

No, girl, this isn't Ozark.

Just a harmless white-collar crime.

I mean, I don't love the secret,

but... it does explain a lot.

Hey...

You weren't thinking something

bad about me, were you?

No.

Of course not.

Good, 'cause I'm not gonna lie,

thinking about you in

there, touching my things...

it was pretty hot.

Do you wanna see if Brady

wants another slumber party?

I'm pretty tired.

But you know what? I'm at the gym tomorrow,

so I'll float the idea.

Good boy.

[voicemail] This is KC Mom,

stop leaving me voice mails.

Just text me. [Message tone]

[Rowan] We get it, you're

mad. But listen, you were right.

Mag's a criminal. Only

maybe not the bad kind.

I don't know what to do.

I could really use a friend. Just call me.

[Mag singing] Ro-oh-oh-wan,

I love you like the oh-ocean

-Okay...

- Love's a shell

I wish you well

Mm, touch me Like you're straight

Mm, kiss me...

Watching you sleep

'Cause I'm in too deep

I see you

And you're Not going anywhere

[stops CD]

[Rowan] I'm just low key

dreading going to work right now.

I don't wanna run into Mag.

So don't. I get off in like an hour.

You've got your gym

bag. Stay with me tonight.

-Really?

-For sure.

Okay -Bet.

Okay. All right, all right, all right.

Okay. That's enough

gym for today. [Chuckles]

I was actually really good at that.

I believe you. You look scary.

Where's your apron?

No, b*tch, I'm trying to clock out.

Opal, you don't understand.

So spill. If what's going on

is juicy enough, I'll consider it.

I knew she wasn't right.

-Didn't I tell you?

-That's exactly why I need this.

Fine. I'll cover your a*s again. Go.

Thank you. Thank you.

[knocks]

-Hey.

-Hey!

-You look amazing.

-Oh! You just saw me in this.

True then, true now.

-Do you like pasta?

-Yeah.

It's the only thing I know how to cook.

-[Rowan] Mm!

-Right?

[water hisses]

-[Brady] Oh, sh*t!

Oh... [tuts]

[footsteps approaching]

-[Opal] Hey, hag.

-Ugh. Not the mini boss.

I'm skipping this level.

Rowan? Rowan!

Where's Rowan?

-What aren't you telling me?

-What are you offering me?

[Mag] Because you made

so good on our deal last time?

The terms of that offer expired.

[Mag] What do you want?

A meeting with Davey La Brea.

[scoffs]

That's it? Okay. Sure.

God... [scoffs]

For a second, I thought you were

gonna ask for something weird.

[ominous trill]

Sad, glad, mad, hurt, Afraid, ashamed

Six basic feelings are

What make us all the same

In LA everybody knows

There's one more

feeling -[sound distorts]

LA Close, you know That

deal's around the corner

LA Close, your dreams

Are just one yes away

[nail cracks]

-[distorted singing]

[nail breaks] -[distorted

singing continues]

My friends are the

reason I'm still talking

My friends are the ones

Who keep me strong

My friends light the

darkness That I'm walking

I am the voice But they're the song

LA Close, I know That

deal's around the corner

LA Close, my dream Is just one yes away

So LA Close that I don't

wanna get my hopes up

LA Close, I wanna stay

[violin sting]

-[Mag exhales]

LA Close is why we stay

Yeah, I mean, it's got a great hook,

but wasn't it on Rowan's demo?

He gifted me the rights as a favor.

Who would've thought

that one little coffee shop

would house so much... talent.

David La Brea. Oh, hey, Scooter.

On me.

[Davey] Yeah, on my way.

-What was that?

-Relax. It's my money, too.

-And then my song.

-You know what your problem is?

You take and you take and you take.

And the second somebody literally needs

anything from you, you're out.

I'm finally getting what I deserve.

Uh... Thank God you're okay!

I'm fine. The usual?

Iced. But I was worried

sick. You could've checked in.

I don't need a parole officer, Mag.

[Rowan sighs]

-Thanks.

That'll be $4.29.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

[shushes] Never mind. Just go.

[Mag scoffs]

-Just go.

Okay, but we're talking tonight.

-Go clock out.

-[Rowan] Excuse me?

You ignored your final warning.

I hate having to report you,

but my hands are tied, babe.

Opal, you don't have to do this.

I didn't do this. You did.

[chuckles incredulously]

Well, I guess you're

closing alone tonight, then.

Be safe.

Oh, and by the way...

jealousy's an ugly color on you.

It's all ugly on you, b*tch.

[door opens]

[wind blows]

I was f*cking weird, Jude.

[Jude] I'm almost done, then I'm on my way.

Be outside in 15.

-Okay. Love you.

- Love you, too.

[metal rattles]

[rhythmic metal tapping]

[water stops running]

[metal tapping continues]

The meeting with Davey wasn't enough?

What do you care? You and Rowan are over.

People fight, Opal. It's normal.

Please, tell me more about normal.

Are you so insecure you have

to cut any sign of competition?

You know.

Maybe it's time someone cut you.

[Opal groans]

Please don't. I'm begging you.

[Mag grunts]

Found your whip.

[Mag strains]

-[Opal groans]

[Opal yells] f*ck!

[Mag] Hold still and I'll stop.

[screams]

The terms of that offer expired.

What was your final warning?

[screams loudly] -No,

that definitely wasn't it.

Oh, that's right... No more free drinks.

[Mag sighs]

Ah, sh*t.

[Jude] Opal?

I won't... I won't tell anyone.

If there's one thing you

taught me at the party, it's that

you can't keep your f*cking mouth shut.

[Jade screams]

-[loud thud]

[Jade groans]

[Mag] You know what?

I like you better like this.

[Mag strains]

-[squelching]

What's going on?

[Rowan sighs]

Just need some space to clear my head.

Okay, but... Where are

you staying? Brady's.

You know, if it wasn't for

me, he'd still be a fantasy.

God, you have no idea

the day that I've had.

I do everything for you.

I'm asking for space.

-Please, respect that.

-Oh, okay. You want space?

-Fine.

-Could you close the door.

[slams door]

-[glass shatters]

"I'm asking for space.

Please, respect that..."

[shaky breaths] Okay.

Come on...

[yells]

[shouts]

-[loud thud]

[moans]

[loud thud]

[shouts]

-[loud thud]

[knocks]

Hey. Can I come in?

Not tonight.

-Did something happen?

-I think you should go. Okay?

[Brady] Rowan.

Rowan...

I said go.

That wasn't me, Brady.

-You know me.

-Yeah, bro. I thought I did.

[Rowan] You're still here.

-Hi. I'm looking for KC Doll.

-Are you family?

-Yeah. She's my twin.

-Oh, okay.

[knocks softly]

Oh, you can come in, hon. I'm almost done.

I never thought I'd see a

needle in a trick-or-treat apple.

Some real sickos out there, huh?

-Huh? Yeah.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

[Brady] If you need anything,

just come get me, all right?

Okay.

Brady?

Can I sleep in your bed?

[Rowan] Oh, you still tender?

Look, I... I don't think

Mag's an accountant.

I think she k*lled those women.

Way to finally catch the recap.

-I know. It's all my fault.

-Yeah. Yeah, it is.

-And I feel terrible.

-You should, b*tch.

I'm... I'm so, so sorry.

Good, because I love you. And staying mad

while there's a psycho on

the loose is counterproductive.

I'm lucky she hasn't gone to the police

-with how bad she looks.

-Mm.

Maybe we can find something on her first.

It's just a shame she bought

the apartment out from under you.

[Rowan] Hm...

-[Rowan] Is it in her name?

-No, it's in yours.

How can she legally do that?

Anyone with a driver's license can.

So there's a copy of it? Thank you.

[Rowan sighs]

[Mag chuckles]

-New locks won't keep me out.

-Good luck picking a smart lock.

Let me in or I call the police

and show them what you did to my face.

[Rowan] I'm sure they'd love to see this.

Keep that copy. I have more.

Oh, Mag.

This is goodbye.

[slight scoff]

If you say so.

[upbeat music]

[ominous music swells]

[shower water runs]

Rowan?

That's sure what it'll look like.

[Mag chuckles]

[Davey sighs]

You're free to walk away, Davey.

Consent is important to me.

[Davey groans, strains]

[chokes]

[vomits]

[strains, gulps]

How's that for talentless?

-[nurse] Goodbye.

-[KC] Bye.

[notification alert vibrates]

[KC groans]

[notification alert vibrates]

-Turn that off.

-Hm?

[vibrates again]

[Rowan] "I saw the news. Hope you're okay."

I've been dreaming about

Teal Onyx since I started.

[Davey] So let's make that dream come true.

[door creaks]

[soft footsteps]

[Mag groans]

[Brady] I'm not in the mood.

Rough day.

Aw, poor baby.

Tell mama what happened. Huh?

I saw a dead body.

I tried to help him, but

he was already cold.

Police said it was an accident,

but then they were asking about

Rowan and...

Mag?

What are you doing?

Come on.

-I'll let you call me Rowan.

-No. No... Stop.

You suck one d*ck, now you're totally g*y?

Whoa! Hey.

First of all, I'm bi.

You just never asked.

Oh.

That night was fun, but that

doesn't mean I want it again.

No, no. I...

I get it.

I wanted to help you as a friend.

[Mag] Hm.

[ominous music builds]

I have enough friends.

[Mag strains]

-[Brady grunts]

-Oh, my God. Brady!

-What the f*ck was that?

Are you okay? Here, give me your hand.

[loud thud]

[yells in pain] Oh, f*ck! What the f*ck?

Seriously? I just hit you.

[Mag strains]

-[loud thud]

And Brady?

Pennsylvania is a state.

-[Rowan] Hey, true-crime girly.

-Yeah?

Why would Mag have Jude and Opal's jewelry?

Neither of them posted since

Thursday. Is that normal?

No.

Okay.

Okay, this isn't good. Um...

There's a missing

person's report out for Opal.

Oh, my God.

-Where'd you say you got those?

-On the shoe rack with my boots.

Oh, my God. Rowan, that's blood, baby.

Oh, sh*t. I set an alert for updates.

Rowan, Davey La Brea is dead.

Asphyxiation. Yeah, it looks

like he choked on his own vomit.

-Just like Tucker.

-Okay, whatever Mag has done,

she's making sure you take the fall for it.

The police could be on their way.

Or worse, if Mag comes

back... Okay, KC you gotta go.

No, that's not happening. Okay?

Let's just skip to the

part where we stop her.

[alert chimes] -I just

changed the battery...

No, no. It's not the battery.

It's an unwanted tracking alert.

It just goes off when it's

traveling with someone unknown.

You still wanna go to Malibu?

[bangs on door]

-LAPD! Open up!

Clear here!

-Clear!

-Clear!

Clear!

It's just his phone.

[Mag singing on phone]

[Mag singing] Ro-oh-oh-wan...

I love you like the oh-ocean

- Love's a shell

-Pass the superglue, babe.

I wish you well -Oh, oops.

You're a little tied up.

Now don't be salty, babe

What are you waiting for

It's time to shello-brate

Your bestie on the shore

Cause when it's you and me

Only the water's blue

Whether you're near or far

Just turn around I'm right behind you

[phone buzzes] -[island

music playing on phone]

Malibu?

Ride or die

Let's ride

Oh, please believe it

Let you take the lead in

Hold on tight Like ride or die

Ready to start a fight?

We're not starting a

fight. We are finishing one.

My kind of birthday.

Oh, sh*t.

It's okay. I almost forgot, too.

I am so sorry, Kace. For all of it.

I was so obsessed with my big break that...

I picked a literal psychopath over you.

We're good. Nobody prepares for a Mag.

[both chuckle softly]

I need to do better. Mag or no Mag.

Sure. But protecting

us is a pretty good start.

Oh! Protection! I left

something in the car.

Oh. [Chuckles] Okay.

[kettle boils]

[low ominous music]

[popper snaps]

Rowan?

[wind chimes rattle]

[wind chimes stop]

[wind chimes rattle]

-[KC gasps]

[KC] No! Don't do it!

Hey, sis. How's your mouth?

Time for you... to sashay away.

Do you say anything you

didn't steal from q*eer culture?

Where do you think you got it, huh?

Black culture didn't get a cut

of that sale either. Don't move.

What? No g*n?

I need to register with an

actual government-issued ID

-for that. So, I can't buy one.

-[cable tie zips]

[Rowan] But I can.

You want me to believe that's real?

[shot fires]

-[Mag] Okay, work!

-Get up.

-[Mag chuckles]

Turn around.

Oh! Tie me up, daddy.

Zip ties are in the right pocket.

[Mag strains]

-[loud thud]

[KC] Rowan!

Hey, KC?

Did Rowan ever tell you

about my pet hamster?

[Rowan] Hello? What the f...

[keys rattle]

-[flashlight clicks]

Can anyone hear me?

Hello?

[panicked] Hello! KC? Help!

[KC, muffled groans]

[strains]

[poppers crack]

[Mag laughs]

-[glass breaks]

It's gonna take a lot more than

recyclables to stop me, babe.

Huh... That's not where I left you.

[muffled painful

screams] -[chair scraping]

[groans]

[screams, strains]

[whimpers]

Okay... Oh, sh*t.

Okay.

Okay.

Dope.

Okay.

[wood cracks]

[wood breaks]

[Rowan strains, screams] f*ck.

[duct tape ripping]

So...

Where were you born?

Oh, so now you wanna get to know me?

"Oh, so now you wanna get to know me?"

[KC chuckles dryly] Cute.

[mimics chuckle] "Cute."

[scoffs] -Okay, let me try that again.

"Cute."

Was that better?

What are you doing?

Practicing.

Place of birth. Mother's

maiden name. First pet.

Go.

[Mag] Great pick, by the way.

At night, high tide

brings the water right up.

The force of the waves onto the rocks

is enough to crack granite,

and as hard-headed as you are...

it shouldn't take too long to crack you.

[Rowan groaning]

[Mag groans]

[Rowan] Run!

[shots fire]

-[Rowan yells]

Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Ryan!

I'm so sorry, I didn't want to hurt you!

Look, but you hurt me too.

Is that what happened to the real Mag?

I was telling the truth about Mag.

The moment she felt the

most loved, it was you, Ry.

I'm here because...

I wanted to know what it felt like.

[Rowan] And did you?

Feel loved?

Yes.

Me too.

I'm sorry, Mag.

-We both made mistakes.

-Okay.

Yeah, I... I just wish

we could hit restart.

Maybe we can.

How?

Same way I became Mag

and everyone before her.

[groaning painfully]

[cable tie snaps]

I can't imagine what you went through...

Every time.

People taking your help for granted.

[Mag] I'm always taking

care of everyone else,

eliminating obstacles, so they

can become their best selves.

-Like Opal and Jude?

-Yeah, and Davey.

And the subletter, but he was super weird.

But, no, no...

Eliminating obstacles like your fianc.

You k*lled Tucker?

As long as he was doing everything for you,

you would never achieve

anything on your own.

You're f*cking delusional.

[Rowan groans] -See, I knew you'd get it.

That video might exonerate

you, but you'll never be free.

You'll always wake up wondering if

this is the day I may ruin your life again.

As long as I live, I will never let you go.

You're right.

-You can stop recording.

-You got everything you need?

Almost.

[Mag] Ryan, don't!

My name is Rowan!

[Mag screams]

-[water splashes]

[guitar playing]

[knock on door]

Ro-oh-oh-wan... I love

you like the oh-ocean

Love's a shell I wish you well

It is so weird that you guys do that.

You were right, by the

way, best pizza in LA.

Right! Brady takes the day!

[Rowan] I'm so glad you're

getting into East Side living.

-It's no New York...

-But it is closer to my twin.

-Mm. [Chuckles] Love you.

-Mm-hm! Doubled.

Days have passed like years

Since who I was, was who I am

Build me up to knock

me down Just stick around

You'll see me standing

I'm still here

I'm still here

I couldn't find the light So

now I'm lighting my own way

I'm still here

I'm still here...

[ominous music builds]

I'm sorry, this is gonna

sound crazy, but...

didn't we date?

Ro-oh-oh-wan, I love

you like the oh-ocean

Love's a shell I wish you well

When you're feeling

down I will be there for you

No matter where you

go It's friendship avenue

Cause when it's you and

me Only the water's blue

The waves are crashing down

They're round our sandy rendezvous

Ro-oh-oh-wan, I love

you like the oh-ocean

Love's a shell I wish you well

You're soaking me

Ro-oh-oh-wan, I love

you like the oh-ocean

Love's a shell

I wish you well

Now don't be salty, babe

What are you waiting for

It's time to shello-brate

Your bestie on the shore

Cause when it's you and

me Only the water's blue

Whether you're near or far

Just turn around I'm right behind you!

Ro-oh-oh-wan, I love

you like the oh-ocean

Love's a shell I wish you well

You're soaking me

Ro-oh-oh-wan, I love

you like the oh-ocean

Love's a shell I wish you well

I wish you well

[low ominous music]