Previously on Cruel Summer ...
She does have a way of being the center of attention.
Look, can you cut her some slack?
(fireworks popping)
(couple panting)
As soon as Principal Bowers finds out it's me on the tape,
she's going to call U Dub
and they're going to revoke my scholarship.
-I'm going to lose everything. -What if she doesn't find out?
-Steve: Is it the only tape? -I think you should ask your number-one son.
-Oh, Dad, Luke-- -Is that the only tape?!
Isabella: People are gonna start asking questions.
Hal: The coroner's report just came in.
There's an abrasion on his ear just above the gunshot wound.
I'm in trouble. I need your help.
Brent: Luke didn't just drown.
-It's Luke. -They think he was murdered.
(audio rewinds)
(R&B plays briefly then fades)
Megan: You know we're only going for one night, right?
What if it gets cold? What if it rains?
What if we get stranded and have to live off the land?
Uh, you know, I don't know what Luke told you,
but this isn't like a romantic getaway.
It's 24 hours of immature boys
running around with jock straps on their head,
competing to see who can fart the loudest.
I don't know if it's really gonna be your scene.
Isabella: Sounds fun.
I mean, Luke would totally understand if you wanted to bail.
-No way. -Yeah, well, it's usually guys only, so...
Except for you.
Look, I can handle a sword fight or two.
So, consider myself warned.
(R&B playing)
(audio rewinds)
(door slams)
(gasping)
You didn't think to warn me?
You just went ahead and you told my mom
that I was the one on the sex tape with Luke.
-Megan, I'm sorry. -No discussion?
No, "should I blurt out this incredibly humiliating thing
that didn't even happen to me?"
She was looking at me like I was a monster.
I couldn't stand her thinking that I would actually betray you like that.
You're betraying me right now.
-It wasn't yours to tell! -Megan!
You're the one who said that no one outside of the three of us could know.
I know, but she's become like a second mom to me, okay?
Except she's not your mom, she's mine.
-This whole thing was your idea. -Yeah, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat
because that's what "ride or die" means to me.
But the way that you've been leaning on Luke instead of me these last few days
has really made me wonder.
If the tables were turned, would you even consider doing the same for me?
(chatter on police radio)
(knock on door)
Hi, Jack. Is everything all right?
Jack: I'm afraid not.
The ballistics came back from the gun that shot Luke.
It's registered to Steve Chambers.
I don't understand. Why are you here?
Because there are three pairs of prints that were on the gun.
Luke's, Isabella's...
and Megan's.
(pop ballad playing)
-Yes! Let's go! Let's go! -Come on!
Yo, Chambers, your girlfriend's here.
-Whooo! -Your girlfriend's here.
-Whoo! (laughs) -I'm not getting any sleep.
-You're looking good. -(friend barks)
Uh... oooh-whee!
-Hi. -Hi.
friend: Ooh.
-Mm-mm-mwah! -Don't worry about them.
They'll get used to having a girl around, probably.
-(laughs) -No offense, Megan.
None taken. Ever.
It's fine, Megan already warned me.
And you still came?
I don't scare that easily.
Wait till later when Jeff makes us watch
Boob Camp Massacre 4: the Underwire.
Wait, where is Jeff?
I don't know. I think...
(heavy breathing)
(maniacal laughter)
(creepy voice) I tried to warn you.
Now none of you will make it out of here aliiiive!
(screams, laughs) Help! Protect me from the killer!
Don't worry, as soon as we fog his lens, he'll turn to dust.
-(exhales) -(Jeff titters)
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I got these.
I brought a ton of scary movies.
-Even Halloween. -Really?
-Yeah, I know it's one of your favorites. -Yeah, thanks.
That's so nice of you.
(Isabella giggling)
Brent: Princess Fart's here.
(Megan clears throat)
I would, y'know.
Would what?
Do the same for you.
Ride or die.
Fuck it. Taking the heat for the tape is a huge deal,
and I appreciate it more than you know.
Thanks.
I get why you told my mom.
I sort of hoped that she never had to find out that it was me on the tape,
that it could just be like it never happened, you know?
Yeah. Me too.
I'm really sorry.
I hate having you mad at me. It feels horrible.
Can you forgive me?
It's already done.
Good.
I seriously couldn't get through this without you.
You won't have to.
You and Luke take the bed. We'll have a great view from the floor.
Nah, you and Eric can take it.
That way you two can finally consummate your love.
-Heard that. -Yeah, I'll film it for you as a keepsake.
(laughs, sighs)
Hey! Who wants my wood?
1989 called. They want their joke back.
Hey, what the hell are you doing here?
Chillax, asswipe. Dad wanted me to come.
He doesn't want you stealing any more of Ned's firewood.
He's afraid you're gonna catch a bullet in your bony ass.
That nut-job gets trigger happy if a bird craps on his porch.
Yeah, well, congratulations, mission accomplished.
-Uh, you can go now. -Don't worry, okay?
I'm not gonna crash your pathetic little sleepover.
You can wet the bed in private.
But my girl and I, we do deserve a little something for our troubles.
So, Fredo, hey, beer me.
-Incoming. -Yep.
-Wait, Brent. -(Brent sighs)
You said we weren't gonna stay long.
We're not.
(pop music rises)
(fades)
Hey. How you holding up?
I've had better weeks.
I have no doubt. Look, you're a good kid.
You made a mistake, and you'll find a way to make it right.
Thank you. That means a lot.
Trust me, I've made my share of mistakes, and apologies.
Just trust your heart, you'll do fine, all right?
(Jack chuckles)
(hard rock music playing)
(music continues over newscast)
...but a toxicology report revealed Luke had narcotics in his system
at the time of his death, leading authorities to suspect foul play.
I picked the wrong time to vacation here, huh?
Plus the coffee's terrible.
...a stray bullet found in a wall, leading investigators...
Did you and Luke grow up together?
Excuse me?
Luke Chambers.
The, um... the dead boy.
Oh, you two were dating, right?
How did you know--
This is Jenna Raush, reporting live from Chatham.
Thanks, Jenna. And now in other breaking news...
Megan. The world wants to hear your side of the story.
Let me help you share it.
You're right. The coffee here is terrible.
(Rebecca clears throat)
I should've figured my parents would send you.
You know they'd be here themselves if they could.
We've never played games before, Rebecca.
Let's not start now.
You look well.
Circumstances aside.
I didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon.
That makes two of us.
Let's start with your fingerprints on the gun.
Megan and I both used the gun last summer for target practice.
Luke was with us.
All right.
I understand there's a sex tape.
Yeah, but it wasn't me on it, okay, it was Megan.
I just... I took the blame
so that she wouldn't lose her scholarship.
Awfully generous of you.
It felt right at the time.
Now it just seems kind of pointless.
Only a few people know that it was Megan on the tape.
But the tape still hurts her more than me, right?
I mean, she's the "wronged party,"
the one with an axe to grind where Luke's concerned.
It stands to hurt both of you.
But a town like this will always look harder at the outsider.
Yeah.
Haven't seen too many friendly faces around here lately.
There's another angle I'm sure the police will pursue,
you and Megan working together.
We need to control the optics.
I told you, we haven't spoken in months.
It won't matter.
Just keep contact with Megan and Debbie to an absolute minimum.
Why don't we just claim diplomatic immunity and get on a plane?
I'm afraid that would look very bad.
Especially after what happened in St. Bart's last winter.
Brent: You know what they say about sharp shooters.
Jeff: What?
Soft boners!
Parker didn't complain last night.
-Parker: You wish. -Ooh!
C'mere, douchebag.
Is this what you want, buddy? If this is what you want, fine.
-You ready? -Right.
Ooh, I've never actually held one of these before.
-It's kind of heavy-- -Okay, whoa, whoa!
First thing is, never wave a loaded gun around, okay?
Keep it pointed towards the ground till you're ready to shoot.
-Okay. -All right?
Or?
Or you could blow somebody's head off.
I mean, I have diplomatic immunity.
So, I could kill all of you and get away with it.
Okay. Let's maybe not test that theory.
-All right. -All right?
Okay, so...
you want a tight grip, not too tight.
-Okay. -Keep your finger off the trigger
till you're ready to shoot, okay?
Now what?
-Now you aim. -Mm-hmm.
And fire.
(fires)
I'm terrible.
No. No, you just need some more lessons.
Can't wait.
I'll be back, okay?
You gonna show me how to do it too?
You guys, like, together now?
-(fires) -Sorry, translation please?
Like, are you seeing each other?
You guys have been hanging out a lot.
Yeah, it's super serious.
We brought promise rings and everything.
Uhh... Shut up, I know. Labels are stupid.
But as your best friend and her, like, landlord,
I just wanted to know what was going on.
What did I miss?
Uh... nothing.
Damn, Megan, remind me to stay on your good side.
♪ ♪
Let's go, yes! Start backing up the money truck.
I got this one in the bag.
(door closes)
I'll call you back.
(knock on door)
Pretty sure it's supposed to be the other way around.
No more casseroles for me.
I could open a store.
How're you holding up?
A bit of a blur.
Right?
Nights are worse...
Well, I just don't think I'm gonna sleep again until I find out who killed him.
Um... Jack told me about the fingerprints on the gun.
You can't really think that the girls--
No. No, no. The girls were with Luke
up at the cabin last summer.
Probably been playing around with the gun.
I'm sure that's all it was.
Uh, there is one strange thing, though.
Jack said the cabin was cleaned recently.
I haven't been there in months. Neither has Brent.
So who cleaned it?
(suspenseful music playing)
-We should get him to try tonight. -I bet he would do it.
(dramatic voice) Megan Landry, top of her class, model citizen.
What dark secrets lurk beneath her friendly surface?
Is that novel a harmless hobby
or research for her next twisted kill?
Okay, c'mon, stop, you know I hate that thing.
You might hate it, but it loves you.
-(clears throat, laughs) -Hey, hey!
(dramatic voice) Jeff Pope, auteur or voyeur?
All right, cut it out.
It's kind of nice to see you without your camera.
You're always hiding behind it.
Is that how it seems?
Sometimes.
I like how it lets me be a part of things but also separate.
After a while, people forget that you're there.
You end up seeing a lot more than you would have.
Yeah.
I get that.
And what have you learned?
Don't let a girl touch your camera...
no matter how cute she is.
You need to get a lawyer.
Debbie: I've known Jack Myer for almost 20 years.
I'm sure he'll sort it all out.
Sheriff Myer isn't your friend, Debbie, he's a cop.
You seem to know a lot about dealing with the law.
Just get a lawyer.
Okay?
A really, really good one.
Aww, Laundry, you shouldn't have!
Nah-ah. Not a chance, penis breath.
Penis breath? And that's one of my faves.
-Thank you. Well, I was taught by the master, so... -Mm-hmm.
(indistinct chatter in distance)
So, is Luke gonna close the deal with the import or...?
Eww. Don't call her that.
This whole "bros gone wild" thing is getting kind of tired.
I miss the semi-decent guy I used to know.
-Only semi? -No one's perfect. Especially not you.
(scoffs) Yeah, well...
I'm just saying, if you want her gone, I've got your back.
(laughs) Okay, thanks.
But I think I got everything under control.
-Hmm. -Now get lost
and let us have our lame overnight to ourselves.
Brent: Hmm.
(mouth full) Yo, Parker!
Come on, we're outie 5,000!
(door closes)
Hi. Your lobster club, extra chips. Enjoy.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to see you. Are you okay?
I'm just like an animal in a zoo.
What are you doing? You're just gonna make things worse.
Let 'em talk. I took care of the tapes.
Everything's gonna be okay.
These all the tapes?
Steve: Think hard about your answer.
You've had trouble with it before.
Uh... Th-That's all of them.
I swear.
(Steve sighs)
This is a criminal matter, Brent.
Some of these kids are underage--
I'm gonna take care of his punishment, Jack,
and believe me, it's gonna have real impact.
Jack: This is a police matter.
It's also a judgment call.
Like when your roof was leaking
and the county didn't have a new one in the budget.
And I took care of it, I put a new one on, I kept you safe and dry.
-Yeah, you did. -Or when Bonnie was...
what, like, six months in arrears on her rent?
We worked out a payment plan that...
if we're being honest, was an amnesty.
-Steve. -Or when I scraped you off the floor of my bar
after you lost a big bet
and made sure that you got home in one piece.
That's a judgment call.
And I appreciate all of that, I do.
-I'm just trying to do my job. -And I get that.
But when I tell you that something is taken care of,
you can rest easy because my word means something,
so you get rid of the tapes, I take care of Brent,
and the story ends here.
Myer looked like he was gonna piss his pants.
-(Brent groans) -You told me there was one tape, which would be bad enough,
but there were six?
-Dad! -What is wrong with you?!
You know, I thought I didn't have to worry about you,
that you were on a good path, that you were squared away.
Your mother would be horrified.
You know, I was this close to letting the sheriff throw the book at you.
You understand me?
Don't make me regret that.
-You understand me? -Yeah.
-Do you understand me? -Yes!
(engine starts)
All right, let's play Two Truths and a Lie.
It'll help me get some dirt in case I need to blackmail any of you in the future.
-(subdued laughter) -Yeah, great idea. I'll start.
Nice initiative, Mr. Chambers.
Thank you. Um...
Okay, uh, my mom wanted to name me Xerxes,
but my dad said no.
I've had a pen pal in San Diego since, like, the third grade.
And I've been to
three out of seven of the Wonders of the World.
Legoland doesn't count, dude.
(friends laughing)
-Wait, Xerxes is true?! -Yeah.
I really need to thank your dad the next time I see him.
-(laughter) -Jeff: Okay, my turn.
Um, raw chicken legs freak me out.
I dislocated my shoulder once, and if I try really hard,
I can pop it back out of joint.
And... when I was a little kid, I was in a commercial.
Chicken legs? Really?
-Commercial's bogus. -Yeah, you would've mentioned that, like,
a million times by now, dude.
-(girls laughing) -Okay, you got me.
You can dislocate your shoulder?
If you ask me nicely.
Isabella: Okay, my turn.
Um...
Let's see, I saw NSYNC at a tiny club in Barcelona
before they got famous.
I broke my leg in three places while skiing in the Swiss Alps.
And... I have severe somnambulism.
-S-So-- what? -(laughter)
I sleepwalk like crazy. I do some really weird stuff.
I mean, a couple nights ago,
Debbie found me in the backyard practically naked.
-Ohh! -Freddy: Tonight just got a lot more interesting.
Right, Megan? You saw me out there.
Uh... Yeah, yeah, totally.
She was, uh, in her underwear, watering the flowers.
-Ooh, show the porno! -(guys laughing)
Freddy: Dudes, we have to go to Europe.
The sex tape gives them
a juicy motive that they can sell.
"Megan Landry, jilted lover."
Bingo. That, with the fingerprints,
and the fact that you were the last one to see Luke...
it starts to tell a story.
(phone ringing)
I'm sorry, I need to take this.
It's a grand jury selection.
Hey, Bill, what have you got for me?
(softly) He seems really good.
Yeah. And expensive.
Where'd you get the money? Steve?
What? What are you not telling me?
I've never asked him for anything in 12 years.
-Are you serious? -He's your father.
-Oh, my God! -He owes you.
You said that we didn't need him, that we'd never ask him for anything.
I know, but I'm not gonna let my pride
stand in the way of getting you the best possible defense.
It is too important.
I'm gonna pay him back.
Every cent.
-Tell him that. -Tom: We should go.
They're expecting us down at the station.
Jeff: They wanted to make a documentary about a witch that lived in the woods.
They spent a week out there and all of them vanished.
Someone found the footage and cut it together.
I heard that it's terrifying.
I'm going to Seattle to see it next weekend, I can't wait.
-You're a freak, dude. -Says the dude who ate a bowl of dog food on a dare.
(laughing)
-Luke: Oh, crap, is it raining? -Jeff: Shoot.
Yo, let's get this stuff inside.
You got it? Come on, come on, come on.
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
Chill, bro.
-Whoo! -(laughter fading)
(owl hooting)
Thanks for the sleepwalking assist.
You nailed it.
Don't you wanna get inside?
I don't care.
Lisa and I once spent a whole storm in the ocean.
I love the sound of rain underwater.
Me too.
Jeff is crushing on you... hard.
No. No way.
Those guys don't think of me like that.
Megan.
You're smart, fun, and hot.
Okay, come on, that's, like, the crush trifecta.
Maybe you used to be "one of the guys,"
but I think those days are over.
(distant thunder rumbling)
(chatter on police radio)
Hi, Tom Galvin. I'm representing the Landrys.
We had an eleven o'clock appointment.
(door slams)
(giggling)
(indistinct chatter)
-1, 2... -Isabella: What are they doing?
-Yes! Yes! -Megan: I have no idea.
(girls laughing)
Do you want to get out of here, sleep in actual beds,
far from the threat of Freddy's hot dog farts?
-I'll race you to the car. -Okay.
I'm so glad we left that sausage fest.
You and Luke seemed like you were having fun, though.
Yeah, but if Freddy has underwear on his head by now,
what's the next few hours gonna bring?
Cabin Slasher 12: The Curse of Tim's Morning Wood.
Oh, God. (laughs)
How'd you get Brent to leave?
You just have to know how to handle him.
He acts like a jerk, but he's really just a stunted child.
I used to think he was really cool.
But that was, like, a million years ago, before...
Before his mom died.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Kinda makes me feel bad for him.
Oh, no, he still totally sucks. (laughs)
Steve: Luke.
Come here.
(clears throat)
When I was in the army,
we called guys like your brother "Delta Sierras."
Dip shits?
Close enough.
They'll probably have your back push comes to shove,
but... in anything less than a crisis,
they tend to let you down.
Yeah.
But you... you're straight up.
You're honest.
You wear your heart on your sleeve.
Along with your size 11 Converse.
I mean, I know you dropped off those tapes.
-Dad, I-- -Okay, so your brother is Delta Sierra.
He's a dip shit.
And what he did is reprehensible.
But he would never
intentionally humiliate our family like you did.
I just-- I wanted to see him get punished--
Our business is private.
You don't litigate it in public.
Ever.
Clear?
Yeah.
If it isn't our leading ladies.
What's up, Isabella? You wanna hang out tonight,
or are you only into guys with girlfriends?
-What's he talking about? -I just hear a lot of stupid noise.
Megan: Come on!
My little sister's here, you moron.
What do you say we get back at Luke, make a movie of our own?
Yeah, I'll hold the camera.
Does this make you feel better?
Actually, it kinda does.
You chose the wrong guy.
I never would've done that to you.
The tape cut out before we got a good look at the heroine.
But I'd know that laugh anywhere.
Used to be one of my favorite things about you.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Yeah, okay. Whatever.
When did you first learn Luke was missing?
Same as everyone else. The day after the party.
And you had no contact with him after that point?
No.
We weren't that close then.
Can you explain to me why your fingerprints
were on the gun?
Luke showed me how to shoot.
I'd never held a gun before.
I used the gun last summer.
A bunch of us went out to the cabin.
Why aren't their prints on the gun?
You don't have to answer that.
Were you angry at Luke after the Christmas party?
No comment.
Did you want revenge on him for betraying you?
Rebecca: No comment.
For breaking your heart?
Tom: No comment.
You little bitch.
Ratting me out to your little Sheriff daddy?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Somebody gave the cops my tapes.
-It wasn't me, but good. -Hmm.
You shouldn't get away with that.
Well, Dad didn't give a shit.
-Wh-What? -Yeah.
Bitch-slapped Myer, flexed on him super hard.
So I'm clear.
But if it wasn't you,
then it must've been your little side skank.
Guess I'll have to give her what's coming to her.
♪ And there'll be no complications... ♪
What the hell?
Debbie: Megan!
Megan.
Debbie: Megan, come back!
Megan: I can't believe this.
I can't believe she would do this to us.
Who is that guy?
My dad.
His name is Keith, he's a musician.
Plays guitar in some old rock band.
Isabella: Keith?
I never really called him dad.
They weren't married or anything,
but he was around a bunch when I was little.
For, like, birthdays and holidays.
I remember him dressing up as the Easter Bunny once.
Sorry, this is probably so boring.
No. No, not even a little bit.
He always had really long hair.
Slept in late.
He used to make up these funny songs
about brushing your teeth or doing laundry.
He sounds cool.
Yeah.
Yeah, he does.
Uh, when my mom got pregnant with Lily,
they started fighting a lot, and he was away more.
And then, by the time Lily was born, he pretty much disappeared.
Most of the time I forget he even exists.
I'm so sorry.
That sucks.
I always used to catch my mom listening to his music.
But it's been years.
Why would she want to bring him back into her life?
I mean, I know that she always sees the best in people,
but all he's ever done is hurt us.
You could ask her.
Or maybe you'd rather stay pissed for several days.
I'm super supportive of that as well.
So, what's all this about?
Whatever you think you heard on that tape,
you can't prove it.
Says you.
I, on the other hand, have plenty of proof
about how you pay for all that fancy camera equipment.
Unless you want us spilling your dirty little secret,
you're gonna keep your mouth shut.
-You swore you'd never tell-- -I don't want to.
I had a great time with you last summer.
I don't want to ruin that now by getting messy.
So, basically, it's blackmail.
More like mutual destruction.
Choose your own adventure...
or don't.
Megan: Are you and your dad close?
No.
He's older, serious.
We don't really talk that much.
He and my mom are, like, obsessed with their jobs.
My aunt says they're like co-pilots--
all they care about is landing the plane,
and I'm just some passenger in the back.
-Really? -Yeah. For sure.
I'm more of an inconvenience if anything.
They just throw their money at me to hide their guilt.
I mean, I'm sure that they love you.
Maybe.
They just have a really lousy way of showing it, though.
I know Debbie's not perfect, but...
at least she listens to you when you talk to her.
You know, I don't think that my parents
have heard a word that I've said in like five years.
Headline-- adults suck sometimes.
I'm glad you're here.
Me too.
But this candy's awful.
-(laughing) -It sucks.
-It's so bad. -I'm sorry.
I wanted you to try something from Europe.
It was a very-- it was a very nice thought.
(laughing) But it's so bad.
You're right. Yeah, I know.
Jack: Tell me about the last time you saw Luke.
I've already told you like ten times.
Just once more. Please.
Then we're done.
Luke and I left the party just after midnight.
We parked near the beach,
and then I dropped him back home a couple hours later.
Eyewitnesses confirm seeing you leave the party together.
As far as you dropping Luke back at home...
This is security footage from the Chambers' driveway,
from midnight till 7 a. m.
(tape fast-forwarding)
No sign of either your car or Luke coming home at any point.
My client is exhausted. We'll have to pick this up another time.
Just one more thing.
You say you haven't been to the cabin since last summer?
That's right.
Rebecca: You sure you told me everything?
Isabella: Yes, I swear.
Then can you explain to me why we found your bag
stashed in the crawl space at the Chambers' cabin,
the scene of Luke's murder?
And what is all this money for?
Is there anything about that night you haven't told me?
We cannot afford any more surprises.
He knows about our lie.
Which one?
I am not going to let Megan go down
for a crime she didn't commit.
You sound so sure of that.
Haven't given up on our friendship,
you really expect me to believe that?
How far do I need to go to prove my loyalty to you?
Do you need me to kill for you?
[music playing]