02x08 - Simon Says Game Over

[bunniefuu]

- Lean forward into
cobra position.

Feel the life energy
flowing into your lungs.

- So I hear you're
f*cking my dorm mate.

- Whoa!

Giselle?

I'm pretty sure she
started that rumor.

I caught her watching
me in the showers.

I'm not gonna lie, it
was actually kind of hot.

- Careful with her.

She's a total stalker.

That's why she's in here.

- Are you jealous, Fi?

- You know your charm
doesn't work on me.

- Yeah? Why's that?

- Because I see
the real you, Jake,

and you're a sociopath.

- Someone's been working on
their words of affirmation.

- Don't worry.

I'm sure this lakeside painting
is working wonders on you.

You'll be feeling things
like a real boy in no time.

- Yeah, that's right, and
soon your violent urges

will be replaced with
hugs and rainbows.

- If only I'd taken
an art class earlier,

Mr. Sheridan might still
have both his kidneys.

- Well, that'd be a shame.

After what you told
me, it sounds like

that pervert
deserved what he got.

Maybe more.

- And what about you, Jake?

You still haven't told
me why you're here.

- Why does it matter?
- It doesn't.

But it feels good to hear
you validate what I did.

Maybe I want to
return the favor.

Whatever it is, you know
you can be honest with me.

There's nothing you could say

that would make me
think less of you.

Try me.

- Can you keep a secret?

I'll tell you what I did.

But you got to take
this one to your grave.

- Are you sure this
is the right way?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- One sec. I'm sorry.

- Everything OK?
- Yeah.

Mm-hmm...

- You sure?

You look a little freaked out.

- No, I'm... I'm
good. I'm good.

- Good.

- I'm not here.
Leave a message.

- Nate, please call me back.
You have to get out of there.

Why is he not answering?
- OK, Bronwyn.

She's not gonna hurt him in
the middle of a restaurant.

It's gonna be fine.

- So you never told me
where you were yesterday.

I was worried.

- Yeah I had a, um,
family emergency.

I was out of town.

- You missed a lot
of excitement here.

Did you know they
found Jake's car?

Search teams have been
going out all day.

I guess they think he's dead.

That would look pretty bad
for you and your friends,

wouldn't it?

- What, Jake getting drunk
and driving off a cliff?

- Is that what you
think happened?

- Probably, yeah.

I mean, the guy was
a f*cking idiot.

And an as*h*le.

Whatever happened,

he deserved it.

You're lucky you never knew him.

Did you?

- I think we both
know the answer.

- So it was you this whole time.

I thought we...
- What?

That I was some innocent
misunderstood girl?

That we had a real connection?

That you broke my heart
by picking Bronwyn?

Don't do anything stupid, Nate.

If something happens to me,

that video gets
sent to the cops.

You have to know I have
a failsafe in place.

- OK. What do you want?

- What do I want?

I want justice,
an eye for an eye.

Simon says give me whoever
pulled the trigger,

and this is all over.

- It was me.

- Lying to me is
a bad idea, Nate.

How about this?

I'll give you until
tomorrow at midnight

to decide if you want
to tell the truth

and sacrifice one of your own.

If not, I give the cops

the video of all of you in
the woods on Halloween night.

- We're not scared
of going to jail.

- I know.

But gonna jail
won't end the game.

There are lots of people
I can still play with.

Maeve and Kris seem fun.

It's your choice, Nate.

Now get out of my car.

- Janae, is that...
- Jake's g*n.

- What is that doing
in your pool house?

- Please don't freak out.
- Don't freak out?

This g*n incriminates us all.
- OK, I know.

I know. I'm sorry.

I should have told
you at the time,

but I didn't know
who I could trust.

I do now.

- Why'd you keep it?

- I thought we might need
it to protect ourselves.

And here we are.
- No.

No way.

We are not doing
self-defense again.

- Addy, she's trying
to k*ll you, OK?

You heard Nate...
An eye for an eye.

- It doesn't matter.

I can't fit another
skeleton in my closet.

- OK. Does she know for
a fact that it was Addy?

- Well, she knew it wasn't me.

And she was in the woods.

- She sent me the g*n.

She's known it's me all along.

It's just more t*rture
making you hand me over.

- Which means she
might k*ll you,

whether we give you up or not.

- And who knows if
she'd stop there?

- But using the
g*n's off the table.

Got it.
- No.

There has to be another way.

OK, what if we can prove
that she k*lled Giselle?

Turn her in to the cops?
- No.

The last time we tried
that, we found nothing

and TJ ended up in jail.

- Last time, we were trying to
figure out who k*lled Giselle.

Now we know. We
just need proof.

- Right, but we
don't have much time.

- OK, so we divide and conquer.

We look into every
corner of Fiona's life.

- We only have 24 hours,

but there is six of
us and one of her.

- Wait, guys.

What if there's more
than one of her?

- Sorry, what?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How did she know that you
knew she was Simon Says?

- Um...

- Are you saying
someone tipped her off?

- Maybe.

Vanessa.

Hey.

What's going on? You OK?

- You tell me. Is my
life still in danger?

- No? I... I don't know.

- You don't know. Great.

Yeah, real f*cking
comforting, Addy.

- Well, we figured
out who Simon Says is.

It's Fiona,

but she may not
be working alone.

- Who?

- We don't know yet.

- No, no, no, no,
no. Who's Fiona?

- Oh, Fiona Jennings.

Remember Simon wrote about her

stabbing her English
teacher last year?

She was at Wild
Awakenings with Jake.

- Oh.

Oh, sh*t, her.

That's how Jake knew about her.

- What?

- Jake told Simon
that on the Xbox.

OK, but that doesn't
matter right now.

What matters is the
plan. What is the plan?

And how do we stop
this b*tch, Addy?

- We are figuring that out.

For now, just lie low.

We don't have much time.

- No, what do you
mean "lie low," Addy?

- Girl, we're gonna be good.
We watching "Drag Race."

We got, like, 20 episodes left.

It's gonna be fine.

- Ugh!

- Hey.

You OK?

- Does it look like I'm OK?

How did Simon find out?

- I have no idea.

It's like he's got
eyes everywhere,

no matter how hard you
try to cover your tracks.

- This was supposed
to be a fresh start.

You were supposed to help me.

- And I will.

We'll help each other, right?

Just like this summer.

You're my best friend, Fiona.

You're the only person I
can really be myself around.

We just have to wait
for this to blow over

before I can invite you
to sit at our lunch table.

- And when will that be?

- Soon.

Soon.

And in the meantime, I promise,

Simon won't get away
with hurting you.

This is still gonna be
a great year for us.

OK?

- OK.

- Key.

People are so predictable.

- OK.

- Is it just me, or is
this place a little creepy?

- Yeah, not just you.

- Seriously, who
lives like this?

- Someone who doesn't
want to be seen

for who they really are.

- Ooh.

OK, there's nothing here.

- What about this?

Proves she knew Giselle
at Wild Awakenings.

- It doesn't prove
she k*lled her.

- Oh.

This was Jake's favorite movie.

- Once again, people
are so predictable.

- It's Greece.

And that's Jake's handwriting.

- I don't get it.
- "Thanks for all the memories.

We made some great ones. J."

I knew it.

Fiona's the one who made
him the Greece picture.

She literally made memories.

- So that's proof that
they were conspiring

since the summer.

But it doesn't prove that
Fiona k*lled Giselle.

- I hope the others
have more luck.

- OK, what exactly
are we looking for?

- Fiona had to cancel tutoring
a couple times for rehearsal,

so I thought there might be

a theater equivalent
of a locker room.

- You mean a dressing room?

- Guys, over here.

This is what she
wore on Halloween.

- Well, it could have
her DNA on it, or Jake's.

- Yeah, but not Giselle's.
- Right. sh*t.

- Right, but it means
we're on the right track.

- Yeah, almost.

Guys, she's stage manager.

- Of course she is.

- Which means...

- Stairs?

- Well, this is
all making sense...

Her being the stage manager,

pulling the strings
from behind the scenes.

On brand.
- Yeah.

You think she could
watch us from here?

Hack into the school's cameras?

- And that's how she
would keep track of us

doing her sick asks.

Yeah, not impossible.

- Oh, my God. Guys...

Look at this.
- Jackpot.

- OK, if this is
linked to her phone,

we could have her
location history

or texts with Giselle.

It could place her
at the waterpark

the night Giselle died. Um...

Birthday. What's her birthday?
- I don't know.

- OK, well, she's
definitely a Gemini.

- What the f*ck does that mean?
- June!

- OK.

- You really think
you can guess?

- It's worth a try, right?

Symbolism is...

a literary device that
uses words or images

to convey intangible ideas,
such as themes and emotions.

The use of symbolism can add
depth, create foreshadowing,

or give the reader
more information

about the plot and/or
the characters.

So your task is to
give three examples

of symbolism in the text
and what they use...

Mr. Clay?

- Yeah?
- Going somewhere?

- Really got to
use the bathroom.

Sorry.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- Oh, my God.
What's happening?

- No, no, no, no,
she's wiping it,

which means that
there is definitely

something important on there.

- OK, can you get it back?

- Guys...
- I don't think so.

- Guys, this probably also means

she knows we have her iPad, OK?

So let's go.
- He's right.

Just leave it. Come on.
- OK.

- Maeve.

- Sorry. Sorry.

You guys OK? Both: Yeah.

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

And I don't want to find out.

Let's just go.
- OK.

- OK. Come on.

- This morning, Maritime
search and rescue teams

recovered a body,
which has just been

positively identified
as Jake Riordan.

The Bayview senior has been
missing since Halloween.

Autopsy results
are still pending,

but police believe
the cause of death

was a g*nsh*t to the chest.

More details to come.

- OK, not to state
the obvious, but...

f*ck.

If they have the body
and Fiona has the video,

it's over.

- You could always hand me over.

- So she can k*ll you
and turn us in instead?

- Guys, we still have time.
- To do what?

There's too much evidence
that we k*lled Jake

and none that she
k*lled Giselle.

She won.

- Unless...

- Unless what, Rojas?

- We can't prove that
she k*lled Giselle,

but what if we can prove...

she k*lled Jake?

- OK, why would anyone believe

that Fiona Jennings
k*lled Jake Riordan?

- Most of you have been
suspected of m*rder

enough times to be familiar

with this little love triangle.

All we have to do is prove that
Fiona had the means, motive,

and opportunity to k*ll Jake.

So where do we begin, Bronwyn?
- With motive.

It should be easy to
prove that Jake and Fiona

were working together
since last summer.

- She had the postcard
from him in the bedroom,

plus the necklace
from Wild Awakening.

- We need more.

We have to prove that
she helped Jake hack

into "About That"
after Simon died,

that she knew he k*lled Simon
and helped him frame us.

- And she k*lled Jake because
he was about to be caught.

She knew that he was gonna
drag her down with him.

- Would it help to
upload Simon's hard drive

onto her laptop?
- Yeah.

If the hard drive
wasn't the one thing

that actually made it to
the bottom of the ocean.

You made another
backup, didn't you?

- That's great,

except we couldn't
find her laptop.

- Victor's has public Wi-Fi.

Doesn't that make it easy

to hack a computer
on that network?

- Yeah.
- OK.

So what if we make it look
like Fiona was operating

from her dad's
computer in his office?

I mean, the yacht
picks up their signal,

which I now feel way less
guilty about stealing.

- That could actually work.

- I'll go with you.

- All right, so that
takes care of motive.

What about opportunity?

- Well, she was at
the Halloween party

in that dumb bear costume.

- But if she had k*lled him
while wearing the costume,

then Jake's DNA
would be all over it.

- So we can plant his DNA.
- Oh.

I really want this to work.

I just don't want to find
out have a little vial

of Jake blood somewhere.

- Got to admit, blood is
better than where my mind went.

- OK. Both of you, disgusting!

I was actually talking
about his hair.

His mom probably hasn't
thrown out any of his stuff.

I mean, what, she
thought he was alive

until two minutes ago.

Cooper, do you think you
could talk your way in there

and get his hairbrush?

- I'll go, but I
could use backup.

After the whole fiasco
with Jake's watch,

Cole's not gonna take
his eyes off of me.

- If you distract
Cole, I can sneak in.

How's your mom?

- But what happens if
we get caught by Fiona,

again?

- Addy and I will follow
her. We can take my car.

And I'll just text you
if there's any issues.

- Addy can't drive.
- So?

- So if something
happens to Bronwyn,

we need someone who
can take the wheel.

- Maeve, come
on. I'll be fine.

- It's OK. Addy
can go with Maeve.

I'll go with Bronwyn.

- OK, so we keep eyes on Fiona

and we find an opening
to plant the final piece.

Where's the g*n?

If the police find
this in Fiona's car,

it should be enough to
put her away for good.

- It's not gonna work
without Fiona's fingerprints

on the g*n.

It's gonna look
like we framed her.

- Unless...

Unless we're not the ones
to tip the police off.

We could have Vanessa explain
our theory to Wheeler.

- Fiona Jennings was
in rehab with Jake.

- She'll connect the dots
between Fiona and Jake

at Wild Awakenings, so
that when the police

find the g*n and all this
other evidence we planted,

they won't know to
bring it back to us.

- That's perfect, Addy.

- And when the cops realize

that Fiona had the means,

the g*n, the motive,
her collab with Jake,

and the opportunity...

Her presence at the party
the night he died...

They'll have no choice
but to take her seriously

as a suspect.
- OK.

I feel like we're
forgetting one tiny detail.

- Don't touch him.
- What, why?

- Don't touch him!

- Fiona has a video of
you guys in the woods.

- OK, so if the
cops see the video,

we could say that we found
his body after she k*lled him,

that she lured us to the
woods to take the video.

We knew it would look
like we k*lled him,

so we didn't want
to come forward.

Not perfect, but it's
the best shot we got.

And at least, if we go down,
then Fiona goes down with us.

She's a k*ller,

and this is the only
way we can stop her.

So if there aren't any
other objections...

- Guessing I don't get a vote.

- Look, Fiona gave us until
midnight to hand Addy over,

so we only have until then
to put everything in place.

- And that's not accounting

for whatever Fiona's planning.

- Plus, we still don't know
if she's working alone.

- She's at Victor's.

We have to hurry.
- I'm going as fast as I can.

- OK, Maeve, is it working?

- I think so.
- I really hope so.

- Hold this.

- Wow, Nate's really
had an effect on you.

- Maeve, I really hate to do
this, but how much longer?

- I just need a little
more time, Addy.

- I have to admit,
I'm impressed.

I... truly.
- Thank you.

f*ck.

- What?
- No, no. It's not here.

- What do you mean,
it's not here?

- It's not here!
- Bronwyn, where's the g*n?

- I don't know. I don't know!

All right. Great.

- OK.

Let's go.

Maeve?

Why are we moving?

- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

What are you doing?
- We have to get up there.

It's Fiona.
- What if she's not alone?

We need a plan. You
can't just run up there.

- Oh, f*ck.

- I'm just gonna check,
because it has to be in here.

'Cause maybe you're
just blind right now.

- Hey, hey, hey,
guys. What's wrong?

- The g*n's missing.
- What?

- We put it in the bag.

And it hasn't left my side...
- No way.

- Since we left the pool house.

- Could it have fallen out?
- No.

Someone had to have taken it.

- Maeve, what's the plan?

Why do you have that?

- It's OK, Addy.

You can come out.

- It's over.

- Maeve.

- She's on my team now.

You're so f*cked.

- Bronwyn, there's just no way.

- It was Maeve.

She didn't think
our plan would work,

so she took matters
into her own hands.

- No. She... she
would have told me.

- Wait. What if it's
worse than that?

What if she's the one
that tipped off Fiona?

- Oh, my God. I think
I'm gonna be sick.

- Wait, wait. Where is Addy?

Is she still on the
yacht with your sister?

- Fiona, she wanted
us to hand over

whoever pulled the trigger.

- And Maeve changed
the plan so that she'd

be with Addy instead of me.
- OK. We have to go, now.

Come on.

- Maeve, why are you doing this?

- For f*ck sake,
Addy, stop making this

harder than it has to be.

- Tell her. Tell her the truth.

- I had to save my sister.

- Bronwyn wasn't even there
when the g*n went off.

That was all you.

- How long have you been
working with this psycho?

- What did I say...
- Ow.

- About that word?

And you should be
thanking Maeve.

She's the reason
you and your friends

aren't behind bars right now.

- Oh, and why is that?

- Because after you
convinced everyone

to turn themselves in, I
sent Simon Says a message.

I knew she would help.

If she wanted you in jail,

she would have turned
you in herself.

- So instead, you let
TJ rot away in jail?

- Mm, I see it more like
you guys aren't rotting away

in jail because of me.

- Maeve was right.

I thought jail was
too good for you all.

I'm more of a "death by
1,000 cuts" kind of girl.

And I have to admit,

I was impressed Maeve figured
out how to message me back.

Unlike your little
m*rder friends,

I can recognize
talent when I see it.

For a while, our
interests were aligned.

Maeve wanted to keep
you out of jail,

and I wanted to keep
playing with my toys.

But now that you know who I am,

I'm afraid playtime is over.

- So what now?

- Maeve and I made a deal.

Someone has to pay the ultimate
price for k*lling Jake.

And that someone is you.

And in return, your
friends stay out of jail.

- So you're actually
just gonna k*ll me?

- There's no other way, Addy.

- The best part is,

your friends will
t*rture themselves

for the rest of their lives
for letting this happen to you.

And my work will be done.

- No, Fiona.

I promise you that
you will rot in jail.

- Only if the police find
your body, which they won't.

I'm not gonna make the same
mistakes you made with Jake.

- OK. I gave you
what you want.

So now you're gonna
delete that video.

Right?

Right?

- Maeve.

- Permanent delete.

Done.

- I'm really sorry, Addy.

But one dead's better
than five in jail.

- f*ck you!

- Oh, my God!

- We have to get out there!

- Your neighbors won't mind
if we borrow this, will they?

- I've been waiting for
this moment for a long time.

You're finally gonna
get what you deserve.

- You're so f*cking pathetic.

- What did you say?

- You let your obsession
with a toxic shithead

turn you into a psycho,

which by the way, is
what you call someone

who plays Simon Says
with their victims.

So just f*cking
accept it already!

- Jake didn't turn
me into anything.

He saw the real me.

And he loved me for it.

Jake was my person.

And you took him away from me!

- Everything's ready to go.

It's time for our endgame.

- Locker 102.

- Send it.

- It's done.

- Yeah, well, this part is.

I have a feeling you and I
are just getting started.

God, I can't believe I'm
gonna get away with it.

We're gonna get away with it.

- You should get back before
anyone notices you're missing.

- Yeah, but I like
hanging out in here

with you, you know?

Pulling the strings.

OK.

How about one
dance, before I go?

- You know I don't dance.

- Come on.

- No.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes.

Everybody dances.

- Watching you

and your little band
of m*rder friends

have each other,

when you took him from me,

I couldn't stand it.

Now all I have left to fill
the void inside me are tears.

And I'm done crying.

- Are you finished?

- Yeah.

Simon says,

game over.

Are you f*cking kidding...

- What the hell?
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I'm really sorry, Addy.
- Oh, my God.

- The plan wasn't gonna work

without her deleting
that footage.

This was the only
way to get that done

and get her prints on
the g*n. I'm so sorry.

- And yours.

- Wrong.

I put wax on the fingertips.

The use this trick in
all the heist movies.

- Maeve? Just
f*cking untie me!

- OK, OK, OK, I'm sorry.

- God, you could have warned me.

Finally.

- OK.

You coming?
- I can't.

One of us should stay in
case Fiona comes back.

But I trust you.
Please, save them.

- We will.

I promise.

- Sit down, and hold on.

- Ow.
- I'm so sorry.

- f*ck.

Ow.

- How did she tie this?

I'm really sorry.
- Ah, f*ck.

Can we hurry?
- Yes.

- OK, let's...

- Oh, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

No!

f*ck.

I think we're trapped.

Open
the door! Fiona!

Fiona, open the f*cking door.

Open the f*cking door.

Let us out!

Somebody!
- Please!

- Fiona!

- Please, let us out!
- Fiona!

Please!

Maeve!

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my
God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Help!
- Help! Help!

- No, no, no.

- 911, what is your emergency?

- I'm really sorry, Addy.

You weren't supposed
to get hurt.

You weren't supposed
to get hurt.

- Guys!

- Addy?

- Nate.

- Hey, come on. We have to go.

You OK?
- Up you go.

Addy, . Come on.

- You OK?
- Addy, can you make it?

I'll be right back, okay?
- Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait!

- What?
- The g*n.

The g*n's in my bag.
- Where?

- The g*n's in the bag!

- Buddy.

I got it! I got it!

Ahh!

Oh! My arm!

Ahh!

Help!

- Cooper!

No, please.

Fiona.

Fiona!

Stop!

Stop.

It's over.

- You must be devastated
about your friends.

I wonder which of them burned

and which of them drowned.

And your own sister,

betraying you like that.

- Stay back.

- And she wasn't the only one.

Did Nate tell you about us?

The cafeteria was
just the beginning.

He didn't even need a
prompt from Simon Says.

- Stop talking!

- Maybe you two aren't endgame
like you thought you were.

- OK.

So maybe my sister betrayed
me, and Nate did too.

But what I want to know
is how you forgave Jake

for betraying you.

- What are you talking about?

- You don't know?

He told Simon all about you.

Vanessa heard it all
on the Xbox recording.

- You're lying.

- You're a hacker, right?

So you could have deleted
all of that evidence

about Jake and Simon
from that Xbox.

But he wouldn't
let you, would he?

- You shouldn't be here.

- You're getting sloppy.

Bronwyn and Nate are here.

I saw them.

I can help you fix this if
you just give me that Xbox.

- I'm not getting sloppy.

You're being crazy
showing up here like this.

f*ck.

Fi, I'm sorry.

- So the truth comes out.

- I didn't mean
it like that. I...

Listen.

I'm gonna take
care of this. OK?

Just like you've
taken care of me.

Fi, I wouldn't have been
able to do this without you.

But I need to finish this alone.

OK?

I'll see you on the other side.

I promise.

- He didn't want you to
see what was on the Xbox,

because he knew how you
get when you're angry.

I mean, Jesus, pushing
a girl off a waterslide

for overstaying her welcome?

- She could have exposed me,

and you were getting too close.

You left me no choice.

Giselle's death