Do you know a student named Chris Montgomery?
Apparently, you made an accusation about Chris sexually assaulting you.
Lucy, did you make this allegation?
You'll be alarmed at how little I know about photography.
Oh, my God. It'll be good. Bree can keep an eye on you.
It's why I picked the class.
- Don't do that. - Do what?
You don't need to ask people to, like...
to babysit me.
Tell me if you think this is stupid,
but maybe we should kiss?
No, that's not stupid.
I saw her coming out of Oliver's office.
- I'm Bree. - Oh, Amanda.
I actually felt really bad for her.
Let's take a photo.
You still thinking about him a lot?
Obviously. So tired of being shocked by people I care about.
- You okay? - No.
Okay, I'll help you out.
Why don't you do this one like you despise all of humanity?
Why are you laughing?
I think I'm having a panic attack.
I wanted to buy some anti-anxiety pills from you.
I know that drug dealer guy, Alex.
You're making me choose between you and Bree. It's sick.
- It's pretty obvious who you're choosing. - Yes, I am choosing Bree.
The only reason that I fucked Evan is because you left me.
But I have done nothing even close to the shit that you've done.
- How are you feeling? - I think...
I'm really, uh...
upset.
This is bad.
Lucy.
What are you doing?
What are you talking about?
Everyone can see you.
Hi.
- Do you, do you have a second? - Wow, 9 on the dot.
Were you out there waiting?
Sorry, are you-- are you busy?
No, come in.
I've been thinking about you.
Cool, yeah. Uh, actually, I...
I wanted to talk about the writing program in Spain next year.
Is it-- Is it too late for me to apply?
Oh, I didn't know you were interested in a study abroad.
I didn't think I was, but I just really think it'd be,
you know, good to spend some time away from here.
Just be somewhere totally new.
Technically, the deadline was last week.
Okay.
But if you can get me a writing sample that meets the guidelines by Friday,
I will get your application in.
Hey.
Morning.
I can't breathe!
That's probably because you slept in jeans like a psychopath.
I would've let you borrow some sweatpants or something.
Um, I feel like you exclusively sleep in cute silk dresses.
What are you up to today?
Oh, um, I have a class and then I'm just hanging out with Wrigley later.
Look, um, this is obviously complicated,
but I know neither of us want to hurt Wrigley right now.
Um, do you want to not do this again?
Oh, no, no, no. That's-- That's not what I'm saying.
But, um, I think it's okay if we don't know exactly what it is right away.
Like, we don't have to make any decisions right now.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
What? Why are you sorry?
I don't know, for having a boyfriend and making things complicated.
Hey.
Don't be stupid.
Honestly, I'm still trying to shake off last semester with Stephen.
And Wrigley needs you.
No, I know. I know. I know.
I sh-- I should get to class, too.
Yup, totally.
Me too.
I'm gonna call you. I'm gonna text you.
I can't believe we're graduating, man. That shit flew by.
Not for me.
Right.
I'm sorry, man.
No, I didn't mean that part.
You heard from Stephen today?
- No. Why? - I was just wondering.
He crashed at my place last night,
but then left before I woke up this morning.
- Him and Lucy broke up. - Mm. Already?
Yeah, he didn't seem too good.
I'm sure he's fine. Stephen doesn't really feel things.
You two are cool though, right?
After everything last semester.
Yeah. I mean, we're fine.
It's just, you know, I kind of realized that...
sometimes it's easier to be at peace with Stephen.
Okay, I'm gonna go into town and grab a few things.
You're, uh, still pre-gaming with us, right?
- Before the ski party thing? - No, I'm meeting Molly before.
Okay.
It's not like that, okay? It's chill.
She slapped you. How chill can it be?
I'm not trying to date her.
And she knows that this time?
I mean, I was up-front with her about it.
So if she thinks it's something different, that's on her.
Okay.
I'm just tired of tiptoeing around everyone else's feelings all the time.
Nobody else does.
Okay.
See you.
Okay, wait, so he's definitely fucking that freshman?
- Mm-hmm, yeah. - That man is seriously deranged.
The weirdest thing for me is...
- Okay, this is gonna sound really mean. - Say it.
But that girl, Amanda,
she seems so weak and insecure,
and I just keep thinking to myself, like, is that why Oliver chose me?
Because I'm, I'm like that, too.
- Of course not. - Dude, no!
- No. - No, no, no.
I haven't told you the worst part.
What?
Apparently they met at Marianne's Christmas party
after I was with him in the laundry room.
- No. - Wait, what happened in the laundry room?
Bree, ew!
Okay, so what do you want to do? Should we fuck with him?
I mean, we already destroyed his car.
Oh yeah.
And Marianne's pervert ass probably already knows about Amanda.
So, like, what else is there?
Ooh, text him that you have raging herpes.
That would mean that I have herpes.
You could, you could tell him you're pregnant
and that you're keeping it.
That is psychotic, and I love it.
I can't do that.
Little Bartholomew needs his father, Bree.
- Oh, I'm having a boy. - You, you actually are.
I do have a sense for these things.
What about... Jasper?
- Mm... - No.
Jasper's like an asshole name.
No. Okay... Crispin.
Ooh!
Take it for Crispy.
It's healthy for the baby.
Okay. To Crispy.
To Crispy.
Okay, puswas. Are we après-ski ready?
- Oui. - Oui?
Let me just, um, text Wrigley really quick to see where he is.
Hey, Stephen's definitely not gonna be there, right?
Uh, no. Wrigley said he, like, left campus or something.
You seem really okay for having just gone through a breakup.
Yeah, yeah. I'm not gonna, like, let him ruin things.
I'm proud of you.
- Thanks. - Also,
I think everyone should be single for at least a little bit of college.
Okay, I've been single in college.
Have you? I feel like you're kind of a serial relationship person.
I've had, like, single weeks.
I'm not saying that you shouldn't hook up with people.
You should. I'm just saying maybe just, you know,
do it a little bit more casually.
Hello!
Hey!
Hi!
What took you so long?
How many bags did you have to get to get this many?
Twenty-three.
I had to go to two stores.
This is really sweet.
Sorry I was a dick.
No, you don't-- You don't have to apologize. Seriously.
Your escorts hath arrived to accompany you to the Lodge of Skis.
That's a great outfit.
Hi, this is Sadie. Leave a message.
Doing good over here?
Yeah, all good.
You're Max, right?
Yeah.
I thought I recognized you.
Have we met?
Yeah, no, I used to come in here all the time with my girlfriend.
Cool.
Well, uh, hi again.
Hey, Sadie, hey.
You have to stop calling her.
Mom.
You're really freaking her out.
Why, why do you have her phone?
Because she came home from school for the weekend.
Okay, you don't need to keep her from, from talking to me.
She doesn't want to talk to you.
She told me what happened, Stephen, when she went to visit you.
About that girl who accosted her and your disgusting voicemail.
Hey, I'd-I'd-I'd really like to talk to her, okay?
No. I'm sorry, but no. She's not in a great place at the moment.
There's a lot going on.
What do you mean? What do you mean? What's going on?
Well, her grades have been slipping, so she lost part of her scholarship.
And she might have to move back home.
But personally, I, I think that might be good for her.
We've gotten a lot closer, the two of us.
She loves that school, Mom.
Anyway, I've got to go.
Hey, uh, wait, Mom?
Yes?
Can I come home for a few days?
I'm not doing well either.
I don't think so.
I'm sorry.
- One, two, three-- - Hey!
No!
One, two, three.
Stop!
All right, all right. One, two, three.
Wait, wait--
Mm.
- Did it work? - Whoo!
Good. Hey, Waylon.
- Hey. - Get out of here.
- Finally. - Oh, I'm sorry.
You taste like tequila.
- I'm gonna get a drink. - Okay.
He seems really good.
Yeah.
Yo!
Was this just casually hanging in your closet?
Yeah, why?
Because it's sexy, that's why.
Guys, Alex is almost here.
- Who's Alex? - Bree's drug dealer.
He's actually also kind of my old foster brother.
What?
And-- And he goes here?
Yeah, yeah. He's a grad student.
- Wow. - I know.
Is Stephen coming?
Uh, no. We-- We broke up, actually.
What? Already?
- She's great, though. - She's doing so good.
Yeah. She's-- yeah.
Alex, hey!
Hey. What's going on?
Guys, this is Alex.
- Hey. How are you? - Hey!
Yeah, good.
Wait, so did you know that it was Bree when we were sitting in your car?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, immediately.
- How? - I don't know.
I just knew.
Those dimples.
Oh, she does have really fucking cute dimples, though.
All right.
I'm gonna go find a bathroom.
I'm so sorry about you and Stephen.
Oh, no, it's-- It's really okay.
Yeah, but didn't you-- You just got back together?
Yeah, no, we just, um... You know, he's, he's graduating.
I have a lot of stuff going on.
It's just-- It's hard to explain.
It just stopped making sense, but it was, it was mutual.
You can just say that you don't want to talk about it.
Diana! Over here!
No, thank you.
Diana!
- Hey. - Hey!
Oh! [laughing] Okay, put me down.
- Hi. - Hey!
We need to talk.
Okay, I don't-- I don't think so.
Look, I didn't think you guys were gonna break up.
He is never gonna let this go. Do you know that?
He's gonna hold this over you forever.
I was just trying to be honest.
Oh, you wanna be fucking honest? Go tell Bree then.
This was a terrible move on your part.
Stop acting like you weren't there that night.
I know I fucked up.
I own that.
And trust me, I fuckin' regret it.
But Bree has zero interest in trying to get back together with me.
I'm her ex.
You're still her best friend.
So who's worse here, me or you?
Well, Pippa and Wrigley have been together the longest.
Hi.
What are we talking about?
Our doomed dating lives.
Except Pippa and Wrigley,
who will probably get married.
You know, none of these people will know each other in 10 years.
Seems like a pretty extreme statement.
Well, you know, college is the most unserious part of your life.
Trust me.
I fucking hope that's true.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, what was, uh, what was Bree like when she was little?
Bree was incredibly bossy.
- She was? - Yeah.
You know, if you didn't listen to her, she'd make you.
But I feel like I barely spoke back then.
No, I guess, uh...
Yeah, I guess that was when you first got there.
You got quiet later. Yeah.
- I have to pee. - Yeah.
You know, I can handle things.
What?
In my dorm the other night,
you said that some people can handle things better than others.
Okay.
Well, why did you say that?
Does it really matter what I think?
No. I'm just curious.
You were wrapped up like a dying burrito having a panic attack.
It was a wild guess.
Yeah, I had a fight with my boyfriend. My-- my ex-boyfriend.
It was a very intense relationship.
Oh, okay. Yeah.
What, you don't think college relationships can be intense?
No, I'm sure they can be.
But, uh, I don't really do relationships anyway, so...
You don't do relationships?
No, at this point in my life, no.
- Okay. - You know, we're here for a few years.
It's all just transitory.
I'm not trying to get close to people I'm never gonna see again after I leave.
I've done that before.
I'm a better friend than I am a boyfriend, so...
So what, you're just abstinent?
No.
I have sex. Everyone needs to have sex.
Just not with girls who actually feel things.
Why? You want me to fuck you?
You know, I'm joking. Relax.
I'm relaxed.
Yeah, I can tell.
Why are you standing in the corner by yourself?
I'm not.
Okay.
You good?
Mm-hmm. Why?
I've just got a lot on my mind.
Semester's been pretty weird so far.
You'll be all right.
Yeah, no, I know.
So, you and Molly again, huh?
She's really pretty.
Yeah, she's gorgeous.
You know, I'd stop talking to her in a second if you told me to.
But you knew that already, right?
- Hey. - Hey.
- You wanna go? - Mm-mm.
So, are you just the type of person who's comfortable with awkward silences?
Very much so.
Hey, I'll be right back.
What? What?
Are you into Alex?
What? No. That's-- That is your brother.
- He's definitely not my brother. - Still, no. No.
For the record, I fully support it, okay?
It's not weird for me. And Pippa's right. You need a rebound.
Okay, Alex could not be less interested in me.
Everyone's interested in you.
- Okay. - Come on, it's perfect.
You need something casual, right?
And Alex is definitely not gonna turn into a boyfriend.
You're drunk, okay?
Doesn't mean I'm not right.
I have decided that this is completely normal and not awkward at all.
Oh, no, it's definitely awkward.
Do you feel guilty?
Yeah.
But it's more like mostly I feel guilty about not feeling guilty enough.
You look really cute.
Thanks. So do you.
Pippa, beer pong.
It's happening.
We need you, too. We need another player.
Yeah, I-I don't really enjoy beer pong.
That makes a lot of sense for you, but it's not really important right now.
Just go over there.
Okay, you two versus Pippa and me.
- Hi. - Hey.
Diana, if you would do the honors.
Okay.
Oh! Oh, my God!
I didn't expect that!
Don't let her scare you. It's beginner's luck.
Don't be nervous. Why are you tense?
You're so tense. You gotta loosen up.
Still doing okay?
Yeah, great.
Hey, you know what?
You-- You do know my girlfriend.
- You've met her before. - Oh, yeah?
Yes.
Uh, Lucy Albright.
- Right. Okay. - Thanks. See you later.
She's a real piece of shit, huh?
Didn't you say she was your girlfriend?
I did say that, didn't I?
Can I get another one of these?
I think you're good with water.
Hey. Thanks for inviting me.
Of course, thanks for coming.
I know frat parties can be a little lame.
No, it was a-- It was a dream night. Yeah.
Good luck.
That was not great.
You want to go after him, don't you?
Am I embarrassing?
Kind of, but it's fine.
Hey.
I'm coming with you.
Okay.
So, how--
Mm.
One sec.
What?
Are you actually into this?
You're on top of me.
Yeah.
You just, like, answered a text while I was straddling you.
It's time-sensitive.
Are you, are you sure you want me here?
Listen...
you seem like a nice person.
But I feel like you're someone who needs a lot of reassurance right now,
and I'm not that guy.
You're, like, the least reassuring person ever.
You've-- You've actually been kind of mean to me most of the night.
Maybe you're looking for that.
Uh, why would I be looking for someone to be mean to me?
I don't know.
But you're the one who wanted to come here.
Maybe I should just go.
Yeah, I get it. I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do, okay?
Sorry.
Hey.
You look like shit.
I feel like it.
Did you eat 500 Starbursts?
It's an inside joke with Pippa.
Good thing you have a single this semester.
I don't have to worry about being a cock block.
Yeah.
Where have you been? Evan was worried.
Oh, that's cute of him.
Yeah, I went into town.
Needed to think.
Right.
Spoke to my nightmare of a mother.
No improvement there.
Sorry, man.
Ah, you wouldn't get it. Your parents are normal.
I don't know, dude.
I don't think you can play that card anymore.
Pretty sure my life is way worse than yours at this point.
Oh, yeah. No, yeah.
You're right. You're right.
How hard is it
that you can't be a dick to me right now?
It's all good.
I'm sure you'll find someone else you can take this out on.
I shouldn't have gone home with Alex.
Why?
Because it's weird. You guys, like, grew up together.
Oh, my God, no, it's not.
- I basically forced you to go. - No.
- How was it? - It was weird.
It was weird.
No, it was fine. It was fine.
Alex is really...
I w-- I was about to say nice, but he's actually-- He's not that nice.
He's intense.
But he's a good guy. He's just had a hard time.
- Sorry. I didn't mean to push him on you. - Oh, no, no, you didn't.
I was clearly looking for something.
It was cute when he said you were bossy as a kid.
Little Bree bossing people around.
Yeah.
It's strange, though. It's not...
like how I remember myself.
But memories are so disjointed.
Do you feel like you have a good sense of who you were as a kid?
Yeah.
Yeah, but that's only because my mom made us watch home videos every Christmas.
Um...
Why is Stephen calling me?
Don't answer that.
He's, like, really pissed about the breakup,
and he's probably just trying to vent about me or something.
Okay, but why would he vent to me?
Because he's fucking crazy.
- Where are you going? - I'm gonna, um...
I'm gonna go deal with him and tell him to leave my friends alone.
Okay. He-- He keeps calling me.
Just don't-- Don't pick up, Bree. Okay?
Okay, I won't.
I'll call you later.
Wait, what are you doing? Why are you calling Bree?
Oh, because I decided to tell her that you fucked Evan.
Stephen.
Why are you doing this?
You seem upset.
This is gonna ruin things for you, too. You know that, right?
Evan won't talk to you again.
- Oh, I don't give a fuck about Evan. - Yes, you do.
- Okay. - Stephen, please, don't do this.
- Do not take this out on Bree. - Don't beg.
Okay, okay.
Look, I know you're upset, okay?
I know we both said fucked-up things, but I didn't mean them.
- I don't care. - Stephen, please.
I-I wanted us to work out this time. I did.
I didn't-- I didn't want to have to choose.
You-- You made me do that, okay?
The whole reason we're here is because you made me choose between you and Bree.
Did I also make you fuck Evan?
Stephen, please. I still love you.
I still love you.
Please, please.
This isn't gonna change anything, okay?
You're just embarrassing yourself.
Why are you doing this?
Because I want to hurt you, and I don't know how else to do it.
What about Macy?
- Who? - Are you fucking kidding me? Macy.
Are you talking about your roommate?
The one who crashed her car into a tree because she was drunk?
I will tell everybody.
- Tell them what? - That you were sleeping with her.
That you were in the car with her the night she died.
- Lucy, I don't have a car. - You were in her car.
- I can't track anything you're saying. - I will tell them everything.
I will tell them everything you told me. I have the flower you drew for her.
The flower I drew for her? Do you hear yourself?
You see how it sounds, right, coming out of your mouth?
Don't make yourself look crazier than you already do.
You don't love me.
You are desperate for your friends not to find out what a piece of shit...
- Fine! Fine! - ...you are.
You wanna hurt me? Hurt me, okay?
Do-- Do anything.
Find-- Find anything else to use against me
or humiliate me or whatever.
Just please, please leave Bree out of it, please.
That's the thing, though. There isn't anything else to, to use.
You-- You can tell everyone I wrote the letter.
Okay?
No one gives a shit about the fucking letter.
Then I will make something up!
Something really fucking humiliating.
Well, you said it yourself.
There's no equivalency between us.
There's nothing you've done that's that bad. Your words.
Go home, Lucy. I need to have a conversation with Bree.
I lied about being sexually assaulted last semester.
Lydia's brother.
I told people he assaulted me because he assaulted somebody else
and she didn't want to come forward, so I said he did it to me.
Whoa, that-- That...
That is pretty bad.
Yeah, it was fucking terrible, okay?
You can-- You can tell everybody I lied.
You can tell everybody.
No one's gonna care if I said you lied. I'm your ex-boyfriend.
Of course, I'd talk shit about you.
You should tell everyone you lied.
Okay.
I'll do it. I'll-I'll-I'll do it. Fine.
No, not a handful of people. You need to admit it to everyone.
What do you-- What do you want me to do? Post it on Facebook?
I'll post it on Facebook. I'll, I-- Fine, whatever.
Just-- Just please leave Bree alone. Please.
No.
What do you mean no? I'll do it right now. I'll write it all out.
Please.
I think you should put it on tape.
- What? - Yeah.
Say you lied on tape, or I will tell Bree you fucked Evan.
Your choice.
I can't do that.
Okay.
Stephen!
Stephen.
Hey, this is Bree. Leave a message.
Hey, Bree. It's Stephen--
- Okay, okay. - I just want--
How do I know you won't tell Bree anyway?
I guess you don't, really.
But what other choice do you have?
And you're right, I'm not desperate to ruin things with Evan just yet.
If you show people this, everyone will hate me.
I think deep down,
you kind of know you deserve that.
Okay.
Fine.
Sit on the bed.
No, scoot over.
To your right.
All this for Bree?
I can't hurt her.
Go.
I, um...
I feel terrible.
No.
Say you need to apologize.
Speak clearly.
Go.
I need to apologize
because I made up a story
about sexual assault.
No, "sexual assault" is such a vague term. Let's call it rape, yeah?
You lied about rape.
Again.
I need-- I need to apologize because I lied about rape.
I was trying to protect a friend.
- No, no, no, no. - Stephen...
Hey, you did it because you wanted attention.
Again.
Go.
I need to apologize.
To everyone.
What are you gonna do with it?
Maybe nothing.
Or maybe I'll email it to the entire student body tonight.
Or next week.
Or... next year.
It's comforting to know that I have it.
Bree, hey.
- Hey. - I swear this place
has been keeping me alive.
I should probably just take Adderall like everyone else.
I texted you.
Oh, yeah. Sorry. I've been really busy.
Oh, yeah. Me too.
My professors have been way more intense this semester.
And that older guy I told you about?
He says it's the winter.
Puts them in a bad mood or something.
The weather's the same every year.
Yeah, I think he was joking.
Look, I'm sorry, I really don't want to hear about him.
I think what you're doing is really wrong.
- Oh, I'm... - It's not something
you should be telling other people about.
Okay? You're sleeping with someone else's husband.
It's gross.
- Hey. - Hey.
How have you been?
I'm all right. Yeah.
Actually, um...
everything's fucked.
Something happen?
Yeah.
Sadie might be losing her scholarship.
Oof.
And there's no way my mom's gonna pay for it,
so she'll have to move back home.
I bet my dad could take care of that.
Yeah, it's an entire year's tuition.
So, what, like 50, 60 grand?
Uh, no, 28.
Oh.
It's not a problem. I'll call him tonight.
You make it sound like you're buying lunch.
It's easy, dude.
I got you.
Fuck.
Uh...
I-I-I don't know what to say. Um...
Thank you so much.
But we're good now.
Yeah.
We're good.
Oh, almost forgot.
I need the keys back to my place.
Oh.
- Hey. - Can I come in?
Sure.
I know you think I'm pathetic.
I don't even know you.
It's fine.
It's fine if you think I'm pathetic.
♪ Toe to toe, back-to-back, let's go ♪
♪ My love, it's very late ♪
♪ 'Til morning comes ♪
♪ Let's tessellate ♪
I need to apologize to everyone.
I lied about being raped last semester.
Tell me how fucking pathetic I am.
I did it because I wanted attention.
You're fucking pathetic.
And so I made up a story about Chris Montgomery.
But none of it actually happened.
What else?
I just wanted people to feel bad for me.
You're nothing.
So I am making this tape...
You're fucking nothing.
I know.
...to say that I am so sorry.
♪ Wild green stones ♪
♪ Alone, my lover ♪
♪ Three guns and one goes off ♪
♪ One's empty, one's not quick enough ♪
♪ One burn, one red, one grin ♪
♪ Search the graves while the camera spins ♪
♪ Chunks of you will sink down to seals ♪
♪ Triangles are my favorite shape ♪
♪ Three points where two lines meet ♪
♪ Toe to toe, back-to-back, let's go ♪
♪ My love, it's very late ♪
♪ 'Til morning comes ♪
♪ Let's tessellate ♪