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 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.
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.
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?
[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?