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Welcome, my child, and may God's grace shine upon you.
I bet you say that to all the girls.
Hello, Vanessa.
Has it been a year already?
Don't pretend you didn't miss me.
I believe your line is,
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."
But I haven't.
I'm only here because my parents forced me.
No one is free from sin, Vanessa.
Yeah, no one in Bayview.
Yes, I understand it's been an extraordinarily difficult year.
Oh, you don't even know.
First, my best guy friend is framed for murder
by my ex-best girlfriend
who screwed my boyfriend last summer.
And then, he vanishes.
And then, this rando I trusted and promoted on my socials
turned out to be some con artist
who got her off-brand Anna Delvey
shoved off a water slide.
And now, half the school blames me
for platforming the crazy bitch.
And I had to go dark on all my socials
because I am too terrified of what will happen to me if I speak out.
All that in one year?
That's just since September.
In dark moments like this,
I'm reminded of a passage from Ezekiel.
No, no, no, we're not doing that.
You got the tea you wanted, padre,
but this booth is majorly triggering
for my clinically diagnosed claustrophobia,
so let's just skip to the part where I check my apps
and you sit there long enough
to get my parents off my back till next Christmas.
We don't have to wait a year.
Sometimes it helps to talk to someone
- with a little perspective... - Shut up.
Shut up!
Is this for real?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Hey, excuse me. I'm Tom Prestin.
Are you a Bayview student?
Do you know TJ Forrester?
No press, please.
Wait, I know you.
You're that conspiracy theory girl from Instagram.
So you've watched?
Yeah, yeah, I've devoured.
- You're a riot. - Yeah.
No, those videos are ridiculous.
Yeah.
OK, so I don't do those anymore.
Sorry to disappoint.
I shouldn't be here.
I told myself the rest of senior year would be drama-free.
- Then why did you come? - Because you asked, TJ.
And curiosity got the better of me.
I'm only human.
Did you do it?
How could you even ask me that?
How could I not?
I mean, you don't seem crazy, but neither did Giselle.
I didn't kill her, OK?
I was set up.
The cops, my parents, my lawyer.
No one believes me.
And what makes you think I will?
You're the only person who's been seeing things clearly all along.
Finally, someone gets it. Thank you.
OK, say more.
So I got an anonymous text
telling me to break into that abandoned mall off the 5
to steal that Twist o' Pretzel food sign from the food court,
then drive it into the desert as fast as I could.
You didn't do it, did you?
Why would you do that?
I had to, OK? I was being blackmailed.
Stop.
Blackmailed? How?
We only have a few minutes. Details don't matter.
The point is, I didn't want it getting out,
so I did what they said.
They asked to search the car.
I was worried they'd find the Twist o' Pretzel sign in the trunk,
and they opened the glove box.
They found Giselle's phone.
Her blood was all over it.
They arrested me right there.
Yeah, no shit. That's serious evidence, dude.
Yeah, they're saying I'm a jilted lover.
Are you trying to say you didn't fuck her?
No, I'm trying to say I didn't kill her.
Um, the phone?
Someone must have planted it when I went into the mall,
but there's no security footage to prove it.
Duh, that's why the blackmailer chose that spot...
well, alleged blackmailer.
I'm assuming you showed the cops the texts?
Yes, I tried.
They disappeared.
That's the best you came up with?
I know it sounds crazy,
but they're working with serious tech, OK?
The only way they could have on me what they do
is if they somehow got onto my phone.
OK, so what's on your phone you don't want anyone to see?
Still not the point.
After Addy stole my phone at homecoming,
I beefed up security.
The blackmailer must have hacked it...
used a virus or something.
OK, so Mr. Robot hacked your phone?
Got it.
- Good luck in prison, babe. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, dude.
My mom told me that Cooper's been calling nonstop
and wants to see me.
And those anonymous texts,
they were signed "Simon Says."
You've been saying they killed Simon all along.
You're the only person who sees them for who they truly are.
You've been obsessing over them for months.
Why stop now?
Because of the body count, TJ.
So you do think they killed Giselle.
Please.
The cops want to put me away.
You're my only hope.
I... I'm done with all that.
I'm sorry.
You know me!
I'm not a killer!
What, you're just gonna leave me in here?
Let's go.
If this fucked up year has taught me anything...
It's that everyone has something to hide.
Vanessa!
OK, babe.
First day of the last semester of high school.
Best years of your life.
You got this, gorgeous.
Don't let the assholes get you down.
But also, keep your head down,
look hot,
and try not to get killed before prom.
I heard TJ's still locked up
because his parents refused to pay his bail.
Is that true?
I wouldn't know.
I literally only talked to him that once.
I am not involved.
Oh, my God.
Keely, look.
Murder Club,
walking in together
like no one even cares.
'Cause no one does.
Some balls of them to show their faces here
while TJ rots in jail.
I checked, and none of them posted anything all break.
That is fucking suspicious.
Or they were busy.
Cooper's back with Kris, so he barely responded to my texts.
And Addy said her mom wanted quality time.
And of course you believe them.
I thought you weren't involved.
I'm not.
All right, folks, let's settle in and get started.
Welcome back.
I hope your winter breaks were good.
I'd like this new year to be a new beginning for our community.
Come on, people. Phones off.
You may remember
the takeover of the school's computers last month.
The culprit is no longer a student here,
but the virus may have compromised personal devices.
- Did she just say virus? - Shh.
Our IT department suggests...
Principal Gupta, I...
I have something I need to say.
This isn't a talkback, Addy.
Yeah, I just...
I just wanted to say what everyone's thinking.
Giselle Ward was a slut.
Addy!
And she...
she had it coming.
That's detention, Ms. Prentiss.
And you and I will be talking about this.
What are you freaks up to?
Addy and Maeve.
I am just living for this pairing.
It's like one of those videos
where a kitten makes friends with a chicken.
What do you want, Vanessa?
Some stunt you pulled at assembly.
You know, after your little performance,
rumors are going around
that TJ killed Giselle to win you back.
I feel like a boombox on the lawn would be so much easier.
So you think he did it?
I hope justice will be served.
That's funny, because I was just thinking the same thing.
Haven't seen you making out with Janae today.
Where is she?
Janae got transferred to Balmoral Hall.
Devastated, actually,
but thanks for rubbing salt in the wound.
Oh, Janae got kicked out.
Speaking of making out,
where's Evan?
Why would I know that?
Well, because we know about Evanessa.
OK, ew.
- Mm. - Stop.
That is so not a thing.
Gupta said that whoever put the virus on the computers
isn't at Bayview anymore.
Janae Matthews transferred schools.
I bet Janae put the virus on the computers to hack TJ's phone.
What are you talking about?
That's how Murder Club framed TJ for killing Giselle.
Listen, I have student council at 3:00,
so I don't really have time to... talk.
Right, sorry.
Would Addy really kill Giselle because she was jealous?
You're still talking.
OK, Evan, let me help you.
Just...
Maybe Giselle knew they framed Jake,
and paying her off didn't work.
Or maybe we just hit pause on all this murder stuff.
You don't believe me?
Oh, Vanessa.
OK. We're alone, OK?
You can stop with this act.
What act?
The whole "Infowars,"
everything is a conspiracy and nothing's as it seems stuff.
You're not serious.
Serious about what, Evan?
Anything.
- OK. - Hmm? No.
No, but it's that...
Come on. That's a good thing.
It's fine. You're fun, you know?
You know how to turn any situation into a good time.
That is such a rare gift.
Yeah, not if everyone thinks I'm a joke.
OK, well...
prove them wrong.
Don't just go broadcasting every wild bit of information.
Do research. Gather evidence.
Oh, my God. Evan, that is...
Actually not bad advice.
Thank you so much, Mr. Matthews.
Janae?
You in here?
Ugh, come on.
I know you guys are hiding something.
Hello.
Holy shit.
They really killed her.
And we're all next.
- What the fuck are you doing? - Oh, my God.
Hi.
I heard you weren't coming back to school,
so I just wanted to say goodbye.
But if you don't want to hear it, I'll just go.
No.
You're not leaving
until you tell me what you're doing here.
I made guac. Any takers?
Thank you, Mr. Matthews,
but I was actually just heading out.
Evan, pick up.
Murder Club is trying to kill us.
Our faces were all crossed out?
Yes, it was an enemies list.
They already axed Giselle, put you behind bars.
And Evan, Cole, and I are next.
You were right, TJ.
If we don't prove that Murder Club is guilty,
my life's in danger, too, OK?
So start talking.
What's your alibi for Giselle's murder?
I was on the couch,
getting high and rewatching "Geostorm."
OK, yeah, that's too sad to be a lie but far from airtight.
What about the secret Simon Says had on you?
Why do you need to know that?
Because I've watched enough "SVU"
to know a clue can come from anywhere, TJ.
Spill.
Fine. OK, but you...
you have to swear that you're not gonna tell anyone.
On Mariska Hargitay's life.
These past few months, I have had a side hustle on...
CougarsLoveCubs.com.
You're a sugar baby?
- I'm not a... - I knew it was a sex thing.
I knew it was a sex thing.
Only cam stuff, OK? No one ever saw my face.
OK, great. But why?
Your dad is, like, mega rich.
That's the embarrassing part.
Dad got super into crypto.
He lost everything.
He can't even afford my bail.
Ooh. Even Nate Macauley made bail.
Yeah, that's actually why I got a job at Victor's,
and I sucked so much that I got shit-canned.
I didn't know you were fired, TJ. Why?
The night before Giselle got murdered,
someone stole 1,200 bucks from the register using my ID code.
No, wait, hold up. I was at Victor's that night.
I don't remember seeing you there.
Because I wasn't!
I was surfing Lunada up in PV.
But does anyone listen? No.
No, let's blame everything on TJ, you know?
TJ, shut up.
I have an idea.
I love the uniform.
It's, like, chic in, like, a cop kind of way.
The girl from the Internet. Great.
Not to sound all Bronwyn Rojas,
but I'm here gathering evidence.
And I'd like to see the cash found
with Giselle Worth's belongings.
And why do you think there was cash found?
Because the night before Giselle died,
she told me someone tried to pay her off with $1,200 in cash.
Turns out, that same night,
someone stole $1,200 from Victor's.
And you know that's not a coincidence.
Coincidence or not, we don't show evidence to the public.
I can prove it.
I went a little overboard at Sephora on Black Friday,
so my dad has had me on credit card probation.
My life's a cash-only hell, like I'm a Mennonite.
- Mm-hmm. - Or a Boomer.
- Is this going somewhere? - Yeah.
I'm a make lemons into a lemon La Croix kind of girl,
so I took this as a guerilla marketing opportunity.
I started doodling on my bills and writing down my handles.
Oh, you're a real Bethenny Frankel.
- Thank you. - Why should I care?
Because on the night the money was stolen,
I paid for a frieze salmon salad
with a 50 that had Grant done up
in a gorgeous, beautiful beehive wig.
If that bill was found in Giselle's motel room,
that proves the money came from Victor's.
And since TJ wasn't in town but I saw Nate Macauley working,
that means Nate tried to pay Giselle off before killing her.
Why is she laughing?
You're welcome.
- Table for one? - Rude.
No, I need to talk to Victor
about an incident involving two of his employees...
TJ and Nate.
Oh, you're shitting me.
Everything OK?
Um...
yeah, yeah, just some pervs trying to scare me.
Speak of the devil.
Tell Victor I'll be back.
Nate Macauley on a yacht?
OK, there is definitely something wrong with this picture.
Shit, shit.
What are you supposed to be?
Close your eyes. Keep them closed.
They are closed.
Step here.
There you go, mm-hmm.
- You are still such a dork. - It's gotta be a surprise.
- Step. One more step. - OK.
Careful. Keep them closed.
There you go. Okay. Oh.
And open.
Voilà. This is my cabin.
- Kind of an upgrade, right? - Wow.
- Yeah, it's so nice of Janae to let you stay here. - Yeah.
How long do you think you'll crash?
Until I can afford my own place.
I'm not going home.
You know, when it was just my dad passed out on the couch,
I could deal,
but with my mom,
there is no avoiding the dysfunction.
And there is all this Simon Says bullshit.
Can't believe Vanessa saw the murder board.
- Murder board? - OK, but it's just Vanessa.
She's not going to figure anything out.
I hope not.
'Cause then we might have another Giselle situation on our hands.
OK, yeah. But we don't have to think about that right now.
As a matter of fact, you were showing me your cabin.
Tell me about this bed.
It's more of a show rather than tell situation.
OK, so show me.
Take this off.
Shit.
The fuck was that?
Shit.
Shh, shh.
Shh.
Aah!
- What the fuck? - Vanessa?
Is this not my dad's boat? I always do this.
OK, first the pool house, now this.
Why are you following us?
Because you killed Giselle and then framed TJ,
and I'm gonna prove it.
You really don't want to do this.
OK, let me go, asshole.
Wait. You think TJ was framed?
No, I don't think it, Bronwyn.
I know it. I know everything.
I know Janae put the virus on the school computers
and used it to get dirt on everyone at school.
And that's how you blackmailed TJ.
And now you're blackmailing me.
Who's just Vanessa now, Bronwyn?
Blackmailed how? You have to tell us.
Save the innocent act for the bedroom.
Vanessa, slow down.
You need to take it easy, OK?
- Vanessa? - Oh, my God.
What the fuck? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Put Stan down.
Let me go, or it's bye-bye, bestie.
I swear to God, I have even less regard
for this thing's life than you did for Giselle's.
OK, just tell us what TJ said.
Bronwyn. Bronwyn, let it go.
We'll deal with her later.
Vanessa, chill.
We're moving.
I barely made it out of there alive.
They said I'd end up like Giselle.
Giselle is dead, Cole!
I'm aware, but let's not overreact.
Overreact?
Dude, they framed your brother for murder
and then chased him out of town, or worse.
And then they killed Giselle. And they framed TJ.
And now, they want us dead.
You know we're on the same side,
but not everything is a conspiracy, Vanessa.
Oh, my God, what are you even saying, Cole?
Jake wasn't framed.
He killed Simon.
That's... no. Jake is innocent.
Why would Jake kill Simon?
I don't know.
I believed he was innocent too. I really did.
But then I heard the recording.
What recording?
Wheeler brought me and my mom in the night Giselle died.
They're building a case against Jake.
They played us files from his Xbox.
No.
No, that... that can't be true, Cole.
That's not true.
Our lawyer gave us a copy.
Vanessa, you need to hear it.
Are you being serious?
Just listen.
Please?
Man, I can't wait to see their faces.
It's going to be fucking hilarious.
I mean, you're going to be there, right?
What?
Outside detention, just in case?
I don't trust those idiots to know their way around an EpiPen.
No, no.
Simon, I told you,
nothing to tie me to any of this.
I was wrong.
About everything.
I used to think I knew Jake better than anyone,
better than Addy even.
God, but the... the Jake on those tapes,
he's so cold.
And he's so angry.
There was always this other side to Jake.
I just didn't want to see it.
Do you remember the day I called you
to tell you I was pregnant?
- The first thing you said to me was... - "Don't tell Jake."
He didn't know we were hooking up.
I wasn't sure how he'd take it.
You were scared of what he'd do.
Let's just say he had his demons.
What does that mean?
Addy said Jake wasn't really in Greece.
She's right, isn't she?
After everything, Cole,
I think you owe me the truth.
Jake was in rehab.
Rehab?
For what?
Oh, my God. Cole, for what?
Cole, why didn't you tell me this sooner?
I knew I shouldn't have said anything.
Look, my parents do not want this to get out.
OK, Vanessa? Vanessa.
Hey, hey, you cannot tell anyone.
Fine.
But still, OK, none of this points to who killed Giselle.
Like I said, not everything is a conspiracy.
Jake killed Simon.
TJ killed Giselle.
Cole, what about Murder Club?
What about those pictures of us on the wall?
OK, it is over.
Vanessa, it's done, OK?
Those people are crazy,
but that does not mean that you need to be crazy too.
Hmm?
Mind if I join you?
I just needed a place to think
where no one would look for me.
So this is not Vanessa Clark's come to Jesus moment,
so don't try anything.
I wouldn't know where to begin.
Have you ever been so sure that you know something,
and then it turns out you were completely wrong all along?
Nearly every day.
And that your best friend isn't who he says he is?
And maybe if you think about it,
the only reason you were defending him
was because it made people pay attention to you?
And... and if you were wrong about him,
then maybe you're wrong about everything?
That one, not so much.
Everyone thinks I'm a joke.
The funny part is, they're right.
Some wise words come to mind.
"I don't know a soul that's not been battered.
I don't have a friend who feels at ease.
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
when driven to its knees."
Is that Ezekiel or whatever?
Wrong prophet.
That's Paul...
Simon.
He's saying, feeling lost is part of what makes us human.
But those thoughts don't define us.
What defines us is what we do next.
But how do you know what to do?
When I feel the truth's eluding me,
it helps to begin at the beginning.
I assume nothing and let only the truth guide me.
Father, um...
Who's Paul Simon?
I'm kidding.
Your face.
Oh, my God.
Oh, sorry about the "God."
♪ I don't know a soul who's not been battered ♪
♪ I don't have a friend who feels at ease ♪
♪ I don't know a dream that's not been shattered ♪
♪ Or driven to its knees ♪
- ♪ Still, when I think of... ♪ - Begin at the beginning.
♪ The road we're traveling on ♪
♪ I wonder what's gone wrong ♪
♪ I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong ♪
Vanessa, got your text.
It's not exactly where I expected
our little study session to go down, but you know...
Ooh, Keely. Hi.
Hi.
Vanessa and I, we're just...
working on a school project for a class at school.
OK, so Evan sucks at lying. That's good to know.
I know you two are hooking up.
Vanessa told me about your abs.
Hmm.
- Well, I mean... - All right.
OK, I'm confused.
What am I... what am I doing here?
OK, so this is a honey trap.
You weren't responding to my non-sex-related texts.
What, that Murder Club stuff? I thought that was just jokes.
Sit, yeah?
- OK. - Yeah.
OK, I know I've been a lot these past few months.
And maybe I haven't been the best friend or...
hookup partner,
but I really can't do this alone.
Do what?
You told me to gather evidence, right?
So I did.
I went back to the beginning, where all of this started.
Halloween.
You promised this wasn't more of your bullshit.
It's not, Keely.
This is different, OK? I have facts.
I need you, Keels.
OK, fine.
OK.
Fact: Jake killed Simon.
- What did you say? - Wait, excuse me?
You just spent months trying to convince the world that he didn't.
I know. I was wrong.
Wow.
In the 13 years I've known her,
I have never heard her say those words in that order.
So what changed your mind?
That's confidential.
But Jake killing Simon
doesn't mean Murder Club is innocent, OK?
I have been up all night going through hundreds of photos
my army sent in from Halloween.
And I made a timeline of...
the party.
- Wow. - OK.
9:22.
This is the last photograph of Jake's car.
The next time we see the driveway is 9:36.
No car.
OK, so Jake left the party in that 14-minute window.
Yes, and we see the car again at 10:03
in that picture by the woods,
where we started the search party.
After that, the car is never seen again.
So Jake left for Mexico after 10:04.
- Who cares? - There's more.
Jake's party was invite-only... crème de la fucking crème.
I helped make the invite list,
so I was able to match every guest
to their disappointingly derivative costume.
The only people I can't identify...
these three party crashers in store-bought masks at 9:02,
the same mask I found in Janae's pool house.
So who are they?
Based on hair and body type,
I believe we're looking at Janae Matthews,
Nate Macauley, and Bronwyn Rojas.
Yeah, that does look like Bronwyn.
Expert verified. Terrific.
Moving on, there is one more uninvited guest.
9:13.
Jake argues with a bear,
who is Murder Club's groupie...
Maeve Rojas.
OK, so they crashed Jake's party.
So what?
So after 9:22, when Jake's car disappears,
none of them appear in any more photos,
and neither do Cooper and Addy, until almost 11:30.
OK, now I know you've lost it.
Cooper told me they were upstairs
helping your drunk ass that whole time.
Fake news, Keels. I wasn't upstairs.
I woke up from my nap and went back down to the party
at approximately 10:12.
You were watching "Scream."
I have a very blurry memory
of Neve Campbell punching Courteney Cox
right before I continued my nap.
But if you don't believe me, that's OK.
Believe this awful photo someone took of me at 10:13.
Oh, my God.
And seeing that bear costume
reminded me of something else too.
OK, I don't have a photo for this one,
but I know I saw Cooper and Addy come back into the party
right as "Scream" was ending,
which would make it approximately 11:21.
And Maeve the bear came in right behind them.
You guys, wherever they went,
they went together.
This is sort of amazing.
You're sort of amazing.
Yeah, fully aware of that.
Thank you.
So Cooper's been lying to me this whole time.
Yeah.
Look, I know it's hard, Keels,
but we have to see the assholes in our life
for who they really are.
Are you OK?
I need to talk to Zach.
Zach's my dickhead ex.
He stalked me to the Halloween party,
so I punched him.
After that, he wandered off from the party.
But for days, he kept calling
to tell me we need to talk about Halloween.
He said there's something about Cooper I need to hear.
I thought he was making it up out of spite,
so I ignored it.
So do you think he's telling the truth?
I don't know what to think anymore.
Right.
Well, I can't wait to meet this Zach guy.
He sounds great.
Well, I... I think he's more likely to talk
if Vanessa and I go in alone.
It's OK.
We got this.
Hey, douchebag.
Hey, Keely bear.
I knew you'd be back.
So you want me to tell you what I saw on Halloween.
OK.
I'll tell you...
if you apologize.
- Keely... - No, no, no, it's fine.
OK.
I am sorry I hit you, Zach.
Halloween.
Talk.
Well, I was too drunk to drive,
so I decided to walk home.
That's when I saw Cooper's Jeep
tailing Jake's Karmann Ghia on a backroad.
What time?
I don't know, 11:00?
Why didn't you tell the police?
Then I wouldn't get to see my Keely bear again, would I?
How do I know you're not making this up to get back at Cooper?
Hey, I'm not a liar, OK? But he is, right?
I mean, he never even loved you.
And you chose him?
I mean, what is wrong with you?
Are you really that stupid?
Hey, bro?
Yeah, keep talking.
Because things turn out great
for privileged white dudes who demean women on camera.
Whatever.
I have other plans for Cooper Clay.
Yeah, OK, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna tell us exactly where you saw Jake's car,
or I'm gonna post the shit out of this video
and tag your problematic ass.
OK, this is where Captain Douche said he saw Jake's car turn off.
And Cooper's Jeep kept going that way on the main road.
So it doesn't look like this dirt road goes anywhere.
It just ends in a cliff.
Then that's where we're going.
So what are we hoping to find here?
Proof that Jake's not in Mexico.
Right. No, yeah.
But I mean,
what are we really doing here?
Most people would have given up
about 600 Halloween pictures ago.
People don't expect much from me, Evan.
After a while, I guess...
I stopped expecting much from myself.
So if I'm right about this, maybe that'll change.
Well, you're good at this.
Really good.
You are a natural journalist, I'd say.
- OK. - No, seriously.
Seriously, you shouldn't sell yourself short.
I think you could consider a career.
And I do hear that Northwestern has a great program.
OK, yeah, like I would move to Chicago.
You do not cover this body with a parka, Evan.
True. True.
Why are people sending me links to Bronwyn's Instagram?
Oh, my God. That bitch!
Hey, was she spying on us?
Yeah, um, so that's my fault.
They threatened to tell everyone about us
if I didn't stop investigating.
But you just kept going anyway?
Yeah, I guess I care more about the truth than my reputation.
Hmm.
Well, I guess Bronwyn's done denying they're Simon Says.
Hey, guys?
We're here.
Oh, my God.
What now?
We could go to the cops, tell them the spot to search.
The cops won't do anything.
We need proof.
OK.
You can do this.
Hold on!
Yeah, good advice, Keels. Thank you.
OK.
Do you see anything?
Jake, you asshole.
I never got to say goodbye.
What is it?
What did you find?
The truth.
LA.
I could do LA.
Vanessa?
Someone's here to see you.
Coming.
So my intern, Keely, tells me you want to do an interview.
I know your ratings go up
when you cover Bayview's many tragedies.
Audiences love dead teens. It's a fact.
But lately, your ratings have been on a downward trend.
You need a new angle.
I've got one.
I'm listening.
Jake Riordan's not in Mexico.
I always said he wouldn't leave town without telling me.
Now I have proof.
I found Jake's license plate at the bottom of a cliff.
- How do you know it was his? - I matched it with photos.
- And where's the cliff? - Hmm.
Yeah, right.
Like I'm gonna give away a scoop for free.
- Smart. - You told me I was ridiculous.
I said your videos were.
How about this?
If you can produce the plate, you can come on my show
and reveal the location there.
One journalist to another.
Easter came early, bitches, because she has risen.
I am back, and I have piping hot tea.
Tomorrow, yours truly is going on "Tom Prestin"
to reveal evidence about Jake that will change everything.
And I want my whole army watching.
See you there.
OK, Murder Club, whatever.
Look, I know Tom.
Tom Prestin would not bring her on the show
without something real.
- What could she possibly have? - I don't know.
Maybe we should do something soon
before Vanessa goes on live TV.
Haven't you killers done enough?
Spying on us again?
Jesus, it's getting old, Vanessa.
Yeah, I just wanted to stop by and say thank you.
A death threat from Murder Club themselves?
Now that'll make for great banter with Tom.
What are you even talking about?
Shut your mouth, or I shut it for you.
I mean, are you kidding?
Wait, did someone threaten you?
OK, cut the shit. I know you're Simon Says.
What?
- Did you just say Simon Says? - Yeah.
Vanessa, you can't go on "Tom Prestin."
If you do, your life will be in danger.
OK, you are not gonna scare me off.
I know the truth, and I'm gonna tell the world.
And if anything happens to me,
my army will know exactly who to blame.
See you psychos at your arraignment.
Five minutes, V.
You good?
I'm great.
You know you don't have to do this, right?
No, I'm not gonna let those Riverdale rejects scare me off.
OK.
Cool, I guess I will see you out there.
OK. So I was thinking, right?
Um, if, you know, after the interview,
maybe we could
go for a burger or something?
You know, to celebrate?
In public?
Well, I mean, since we're already Instagram official...
Right. Yeah, I could eat.
Cool. Cool.
OK.
Um...
Listen.
I'm proud of you.
And you should be too.
OK, I'll see you soon.
OK, just the hair. Evan, not the hair.
- All right, I'll just... - Please, thank you.
- OK, all right. OK. - OK.
You've got this, babe.
This is the start of the rest of your life.
Hello?
Someone there?
OK.
You're fine.
Just do what the stars do...
shine.
Bayview, California.
By now, you're all familiar with the ongoing drama unfolding here.
But today, you'll be hearing a major revelation
from an unlikely source...
an industrious teen with a bright future ahead of her.
Bayview PD could learn a thing or two from this one.
Here for an exclusive interview,
Vanessa Clark.
Vanessa, come on out.
This is live television, folks.
Vanessa, they're waiting...
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