I'm sure you're sitting there right now
thinking you know who you are.
Who your friends are.
I thought I knew.
I was wrong.
What I knew were the faces we put on
that we wanted other people to see.
The faces of who we wanted to be.
I think we even convinced ourselves
it was who we really were.
It was easier that way.
I'm not saying we didn't do fucked-up shit.
I mean, who doesn't?
But you get over it.
Because you're friends.
You don't sit around all day
asking yourself who you really are.
If you do, you're lying.
You have no fucking idea.
Until something happens.
Something that makes you question
everything.
That forces you to face the depth and darkness
in everyone you ever loved.
And shows you how far you'll go to keep those parts hidden.
- Come on!
Something that makes you realize...
...you can never really know anyone.
Least of all, yourself.
Lennon.
- There you are. - Hey, Dad.
I was getting worried.
- Oof.
Here, I got it. You look great.
Yeah. You, too.
How was the drive?
It was fine. It was just driving.
I still don't understand why you didn't let me
pick you up at the airport.
I just needed a minute.
You had the whole year.
- Yeah, well, I'm here now.
Who's that?
It's Margot.
I'm sure she's excited.
She hasn't seen you since last summer.
I know.
Text her back, then come to the restaurant.
Harold made your favorite luau stew.
Just let me put my stuff away.
Hurry up. Everyone missed you.
- Hey, Len? - Hmm?
It's gonna be okay.
You're back.
Hey, Courtney.
Um...
How's-how's Riley?
It's Thursday.
I clean in here on Thursdays.
Oh, right. Well, um...
I'm sure my dad will be okay if you miss this one.
As long as I get paid.
I fry shit...
Johnny!
Well, fuck it.
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. Yeah!
Hey, congratulations!
Dylan.
Don't you ever get bored of this shit?
It's Mortal Kombat.
Come on.
I need to do business.
Okay. Thanks, Kira.
- Sorry.
Everyone so wishes they were us right now.
- Yeah, I fucking wish I was us.
Want to have fun with your friends?
No, they're not my friends.
is magic...
Come on, Alison. It's graduation night.
Your sister's here.
Have fun. Smile.
What, so I can look like Lennon?
I didn't say that.
- Bruce. Finally.
Come in.
Together forever.
Or at least till tomorrow. When I leave for fucking college.
Time and space are irrelevant in the age of social media.
in my sports car...
Can't believe it's over.
Let's blow shit up.
Exactly.
There's my fucking sister.
Hot. Want me to tag you?
Whatever.
Hey, Lennon. Congrats on being valedictorian.
Gonna miss you!
Thanks, girl. And congrats on Berkeley.
Connor, hi.
Aw. I'm gonna miss that pretty face.
Johnny!
Get over here, my stunning queer king.
Ally!
- Finally.
Hi.
I see you and Margot
- are BFFs again. - No, no.
- She's a cunt. - So are you.
I can't believe you left without me.
Well, I told you I was going.
Look, I had to drive with Dad.
Okay, but this fit, this is not pussy-popping attire.
- Stop! - I'm just saying.
Come on. Off.
Come on.
and I made...
Come on, let's go make you look pretty.
Ooh. Dick appointment, 12 o'clock.
Everybody knows that you are deep into movies.
- What the fuck is wrong with you? - Hey.
Sorry.
I don't dance around TikTok...
Aw.
She's shy tonight.
You want to bouncy-house?
- Sure. - Oh, um...
did you get my cereal?
couldn't get me on the run...
Prescription strength. Have fun.
You know me.
I thrive on a balanced breakfast. Thanks, Riri.
Do you want to watch them pee, too?
You're disgusting.
Dude, you've known that since second grade.
Come on. Let's bouncy-house.
Last time I was in a bouncy house, I'm pretty sure I puked.
Remember when you puked all over Johnny
during The Musical?
Ah, bruh, gonna miss you.
- You, too. - Look absolutely ratch.
Retake.
- Oh, don't forget the head tilt. - Mm.
Ready? One, two, three.
Hot.
You look hotter than me.
Uh, not possible.
I love you.
There you are.
So cute.
- Mom, stop. - Ms. G., sweet kicks.
Mom, you promised you'd stay in the kitchen.
I know, I know.
Just come and say hi to my friends.
- [ Just to be...
That dude must shave his armpits.
No one's actually that hairless.
Hmm.
Andy.
Fuck, marry, kill.
- I hate that game. - Well, that's because you never pick kill,
which means you have to fuck or marry everyone.
- Maybe. - Okay, well, how about...
Hitler?
Yeah, I would definitely kill Hitler.
Hitler?
Yeah. I mean, I-I'm not gonna fuck or marry Hitler.
You look hot.
Why? 'Cause I'm dressed like you?
- You're gonna be great. - I don't know.
Come on. You've wanted him inside you since, like,
kindergarten.
You are so broken.
You're gonna miss me so much.
Just do it exactly like we've talked about, remember?
You're gonna talk about how good it tastes.
Angle yourself so he can see it going in and out.
I'm not putting that thing in my mouth. That's, like,
- totally unsanitary. - So are dicks.
Do you know where dudes put those things?
Seriously, Ally, if you do this right,
Dylan is gonna love you forever.
Okay.
Yeah, someone just won the cool dad award.
- This one taught me everything I know. - Tea.
She's got almost half a million followers now.
And they all love Carl G.
Come on.
Don't forget to tag me.
- Oh, we got you, Ms. G. - What a great guy.
We're so lucky Margot gets to have him with her at USC.
Lennon's gonna be all the way in Michigan.
At least your other one will be home.
True.
Doesn't mean I'm not gonna cry like a baby when Lennon goes.
I'm just so glad
that they're all here tonight.
Partying where we know that they're safe.
Julia "Famous"]
I just don't want to fuck it up.
You won't. Look, just remember:
gentle touch and eye contact.
Forget it. I'm-I'm done. I'm done.
No, you're not. I'm not gonna let you pussy out.
Choosing not to have sex is not pussying out.
Come on. You bail on, like, everything.
You, like, have to do this.
Why? So I can be like you?
I'd never wish that on anyone.
I just want you to have a fucking life.
- I have a life. - You're a virgin
who doesn't have a driver's license, so...
Did you just misquote Clueless at me?
Look, I'm just trying to help.
Don't you want Dylan to see how awesome you are?
You mean, like, after I manipulate him into it?
You're just overthinking, as usual.
Please, just have a sniff and chill out.
What is wrong with you?
It's my life. I'll do what I want.
Yeah? How's that working out for you?
You have any plans for after the party?
I mean, like, for the rest of your life?
Fuck you. At least I'm not a drug addict who screws her way
- through everything. - Wow.
Slut-shaming. That's a new low, Ally.
- Thought you were a legit feminist. - You think I don't know
how you got that A in A.P. Bio from Mr. Haskell?
You fuck to get everything.
I mean, grades, attention, friends, drugs.
Y-You fuck to fuck people over,
and you want me to be like that so that Dylan will like me?
Fuck you. You're nothing.
You're the worst fucking person I've ever met.
anything like me...
- I need a bump. - You just had a bump.
Then I need a mogul. No, that's a ski bump.
We need to get you on skis.
- Johnny! - Hey, Johnny.
Uh-oh. Some of your secret trade?
Uh, just Gary, junior year.
Knew it. Wait, junior year?
When you were with me?
No overlap. I swear. I'll catch up.
This graduation party is iconique,
as the French would say.
It's going to be fun.
I don't know, Len.
Do you want to do it?
Maybe.
Come on. You're not gonna make me do it alone.
Come on. It's graduation.
Let's fuck shit up.
"Louder Than Words"]
Alison, you're not getting off that easy.
Is it over yet?
Not even close.
You look pretty.
Yeah. Pretty fucking stupid.
You're right, it's totally beneath you to actually try.
Okay, shut up.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Did you tell Margot yet?
Want a drink?
Way to change the subject.
Look, I mean, it's Juilliard. She's got to understand.
She's Margot.
Well, I guess she'll just figure it out
when you don't show up at USC.
She's just done so much for me.
They're menthol.
As long as they'll kill me.
It's weird, right?
That we've known these people our whole lives
and they don't know us at all?
Mm.
Hot.
- Fuck off. - All right. Come on.
Go make interesting, neurotic babies.
You're so fucking stupid.
Hey.
Oh.
Alison. Hey.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, shit.
- Do you want some help? - Sorry. No, no, no, no, no. It's fine.
- Uh, I got it. Sorry. - There's...
Sorry to the table?
Oh, right. Exactly.
So are, um, are you having fun?
Depends on how you define fun.
Right. Yeah.
I failed the reading portion of the SATs,
- so... - Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh. No, I... that-that was a joke.
- I-I never took the SATs. - Oh.
Right. Sorry.
Uh...
Not-not that you didn't take them.
That's cool.
Uh, you, do you want a shot?
Yeah, sure. That would be nice.
Yeah? Okay.
Then w-would you like, if you want, um,
after, the... maybe, we could go somewhere and talk?
Yeah. Yeah, I like, I like talking.
I'm gonna, I'm gonna pay attention this time.
Hey, Lennon.
Isn't she the cutest thing you ever saw?
I look just like you.
Hi.
Did you want a shot too, or...?
Alison doesn't drink.
Uh... I could pour more.
More is good.
I can't fucking believe you.
Sorry.
hear me say it...
Oh, my God. Lennon was in my room.
She is so...
I can't even.
I cannot believe you fucked Dylan.
You don't know that.
Yes, I do.
It is written all over your fucking face.
You had sex with the one person
I have been in love with my entire life.
- [ New shit, we just...
Hey, have you guys seen Dylan?
I don't know.
Come in. Bruce is here.
I don't really date...
- Hey, have you seen Dylan? - You got roxy?
Shut the fuck up.
Now you have everything.
I'm sorry. Trust me, okay?
This way you can finally move on and have a life.
Fuck you, Lennon.
bitches on my mind...
money, money...
Nice.
There you are.
Can ketamine kill you?
She is in such denial.
Why hasn't Riley hit me ba...
Um, what is the police chief doing here?
Why don't you ask your mom?
We need to go.
Way to state the obvious.
I mean before anyone else sees her.
- Why didn't you text me back? - Hello, bitch?
There is a cop in your house.
You okay, dude?
I think I might be a bad person.
You're not. Trust me on this one.
Lennon, you goddess.
What are you doing?
Going away from that dry-vag cop.
I mean, those pants. I'm sorry, but who dresses like that?
My mom's definitely passed out at my place.
What about the lodge?
Why are we not driving?
Is Alison okay?
- No.
"Dare You to Get It Started"] - Let's go!
start with me...
- Oh, shit!
I would like to live into adulthood.
No one mails anything anymore, anyway.
Yo, how fucked up are you?
Very.
Ugh, what was my mother thinking?
Oh, I'll take an eight ball.
Who wants shots?
Oh, I already drank my calorie limit.
Get over yourself. Take it.
Coke does speed up the metabolism.
The Internet says ketamine can kill you.
The Internet is full of shit. I already told you this.
Shots? You're just freaking.
- Do a shot. - Graduation night's about to get lit.
- I need a burrito! - Not keto!
I'm here with the OGs, BFFs since kindergarten!
- Say hi, Johnny. - Hi, Johnny.
Hey. Seriously, can we talk about what happened?
Uh, Riley was my first friend
when I moved here and no one else would talk to me.
Yeah, I would have failed first grade spelling
if it weren't for you.
But you were definitely annoying.
Bitch, I just wanted everyone to like me!
And now they do. Thanks to the original bad girl Riri.
- Say hi, Riri. - Legit, don't point that shit at me.
Uh, Riri is a little shy right now.
But Lennon's never shy. Say hi, Lennon.
Guys, I need a burrito.
Can you two please just kiss and make up?
Love you, Lemon.
We need better music.
Say hi, Dylan.
Isn't he cute?
I mean, like, in a Dan Humphrey kind of way?
- Ponder that. - Okay, what about...
hey, you know, maybe we could talk later.
It's just sex.
Ooh, yum.
Um, can someone please be in charge of music?
Uh, yeah. How about something chill,
like Joni Mitchell.
- Dude, you're a loser. Lil' Xan. - We need Ari.
- I think I need to go home. - What you need
- is a fucking burrito. - Ari, Ari.
- [
- I love this song. - Oh!
- Burrito!
- Burrito. Burrito.
Hey, maybe I should just go home, guys, okay?
- Whoa! - What the fuck?
I like, I like...
Seriously, guys, can I...
I-I think I really need to go home.
Burrito, guys! Fucking...
- Burrito!
Hello? Burrito!
What was that?
Where are you going?
To find out what we hit.
I'm sure it was a goat.
The car still works, right?
So whatever it was couldn't be that bad.
No, whatever it was,
i-it looks bad.
Guys, I think we should go!
What is it?
Hey, I'm sure it was a goat.
I don't think it was a goat.
What the fuck is it?
It had to be a goat.
They wander around here all the time.
No, don't come over here.
No. Lennon?
Okay. It's okay.
She's okay. She's gonna be all right.
She's dead.
Are you sure?
This cannot be happening.
This... this isn't happening.
It's gonna be okay. I'm right here.
We're gonna make it okay.
What do we do?
Shit. It's Dale.
No one say anything. I got this.
Make sure he doesn't see her body.
Hey. How's it, homies?
- Hey, Dale. - Graduation.
Am I right?
Hey.
You two like a, like an item now?
Hey, cool. Cool.
I'm down.
You guys got some car trouble or something, or...?
No. We're-we're good.
Why you guys, uh, hanging out on the side of the road?
Margot. She wasn't, uh, feeling well, so...
Wine before liquor,
never sicker.
There you go. Get it all out.
Whew. Looks like you got this handled.
I'm-a go lay me some pipe.
Later, losers.
We need to call the police.
- What are you doing? - Calling the police.
No, you're not. We need to think about this first.
There's nothing to think about.
- I didn't think so. - Maybe we should
- call my dad. - No one's calling their parents, okay?
Or the fucking police. We're 18, we're adults.
That's what they're gonna fucking try us as.
- No, it was an accident. - We're wasted.
That makes it manslaughter, at least.
When you hit someone,
you're supposed to call the police!
We all know you're the fucking good guy, Dylan!
Okay, you know what? I'm sorry, okay?
Hey, I-I don't know what's going on between you two,
- but this is not helping. - There's tons
- of illegal shit all over that car. - Okay. Too much chaos.
She's dead. We can't just leave her here and do nothing.
But we need to calm down
and think about this rationally.
I mean, what was she even doing here?
- I'll take the blame. - Seriously, Dylan?
The police don't give a shit about your OCD guilt complex.
She's right. Riley is right.
They're going to arrest all of us.
That's the end of MIT.
Okay? None of us
are going to college or anywhere else.
I mean, maybe Margot, 'cause she's rich, but the rest of us?
We are fucked.
We will serve time and our lives will be fucked forever.
They have to understand that this was an accident.
We need to do the right thing.
- I agree. - Seriously, Johnny?
Who is that the right thing for?
She's the one who was driving the car.
Do you want Lennon to go to jail?
- Do you? - No. Of course not.
We could say,
we could say we hit a goat.
And leave her here?
I'm not doing that.
We could take her to the cave.
That's where their mom committed suicide.
No one will find her if we put her in the cave.
That whole cult killed themselves there.
- The tide just took them all. - So what?
We just, we just say she ran away?
All she ever did was hate on everyone here.
She wasn't going to college.
She wasn't... she didn't have a job.
Her sister was about to leave.
Why would she stick around?
It's not like she had any friends.
I was her friend.
Since when?
Since kindergarten. Since we all were.
This doesn't feel right.
- I agree. - What the fuck?
You-you were the one who just said we should take her
- to the fucking cave. - Car.
Shit.
- Okay, can you do it again? - Yeah. Always.
It turned. We can't stay here.
Okay, okay. I say we take a vote.
I say we ask her.
I know this is hard,
but we all just want to do the right thing.
What do you think Alison would want?
I fucked him, okay?
I'm sorry. I fuck lots of people.
It's not like you were ever gonna do it.
Yes, I was.
We were literally just talking about it.
Yeah. And then you pussied out,
just like you do with everything.
This is life.
If it wasn't me, it would've been someone else.
The world isn't just gonna sit around and wait
for you forever, Alison.
Other people are gonna take what they want if you don't get
off your ass and do something.
What is there left to take? You already took it all.
You know how impossible it is to be your sister?
It's more impossible to be yours.
All I do every day is worry about poor Alison.
"Got to make sure poor Alison's okay."
I'm not "poor Alison."
Worry about your fucking self.
Come on. Johnny can drive.
- What the fuck? - Pull over.
It's FKA Twigs.
She loved FKA.
It's her fucking ringtone.
What am I gonna tell him?
That she ran away.
Wait, did you take the SIM card out?
No one can track it if it's off.
We need to go.
- [
You okay?
You're a fucking sociopath.
Pretty sure that's genetic.
It's not funny. I mean it. You are deeply mentally ill.
- I know what you do with those razor blades. - Whatever.
It's better than moping around all day.
All of these people died in here?
Most of them were in the cult.
Oh, my God.
That's their mom.
Who carved them all?
Nobody knows.
I did a report on it in fifth grade.
And you're still a freak.
Says the well-adjusted one.
- What the...? - Sorry.
It's just, it's just my Insta.
Are you recording this?
Are you out of your fucking mind?
So ugly of you to assume.
It's the Story I was making when we crashed.
- You posted that story? - Johnny,
do I look like an idiot to you?
Then what is it still doing on your phone?
I forgot to delete it, okay?
I was a little busy keeping you all out of jail.
There. Gone.
See?
We can't stay here.
No, we need to do something first.
A prayer or a song or something
to send Alison's soul to a better place.
You don't legit believe in heaven, do you?
'Cause you know they don't let the gays in.
My heaven does.
I believe in hell.
I believe in something greater
than all of us that lives inside me.
Can we just have a moment of silence, please?
God, please bless Alison's soul
and forgive
whatever sins she may have committed.
Please accept her into the kingdom of heaven
to live with you in peace
- and happiness for all eternity. - Hey.
I think somebody's back there.
What's going on?
- Oh, God!
- What the fuck? - Oh, my God.
Are you for real? They're just rats.
That is a shocking response coming from you.
- I'm a complicated person.
Tide's coming in.
We have to go.
Please, just, like, a couple more minutes.
We'll keep an eye on the tide.
I'm allowed to be sad.
Everyone knows you're sad, Alison.
It's all you are every goddamn day for the last ten years.
- My mom died. - She was my mother, too.
And you didn't give a shit.
Just because I got the fuck on with my life, unlike you.
You had Dad. Hmm?
Here we go. Yeah, of course I'm his favorite.
I don't sit around and blame him for my bad life choices.
I don't blame him. I blame you.
You should blame her.
She's the only one who has ever loved me.
She didn't love you.
We have to go.
The tide's coming in.
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna miss you, Alison.
Come on.
Hey, what's wrong?
Nothing. I...
It's nothing.
We did the right thing.
Why are you doing this?
You have Dad and Dylan
and smiling and friends
and blowjobs, like, why can't you just let me believe
that one person in the entire world loved me?
Just me.
Because she didn't.
Fine.
Now you have everything.
Look, I'm sorry.
Trust me, okay?
This way you can finally move on and have a life.
I love you.
Fuck you, Lennon.
Jerry "Party for Two"]
Can you guys...
- Lennon,
you goddess.
Now, this is the party.
- What are you doing? - Going.
Away from that dry-vag cop.
I mean, those pants? I'm sorry, but who dresses like that?
My mom is definitely passed out at my place.
Yo, what about the lodge?
Why are we not driving?
Is Alison okay?
No.
- Let's go!
- Oh, shit!
No one mails anything anymore, anyway.
Can we just talk about what happened?
I'm sure it was a goat.
I don't think it was a goat.
Lennon?
You ready?