So, was he there?
Yeah. They were both there.
Lucy, I bet you've been thinking about me.
It doesn't work anymore, Stephen.
Chris! Guys, this is Lydia's brother.
Found her half-dressed in that room.
And that guy Chris just walks out of the bathroom.
Hey.
He acted like he got caught doing something.
Maybe we should talk to somebody about this.
No! Don't tell anyone about this.
I didn't know you were a foster kid.
- Do your friends here know? - They never asked.
Bree broke up with me.
- What? Why? - 'Cause I cheated on her.
My LSAT was not good.
How's that even possible?
I am sorry. My head's a fucking mess.
Do you guys know this girl? She hooked up with my brother.
She's claiming that she was, like, drugged.
It's impossible for you to know what happened, you were not there.
We can be friends because we like each other,
not just because we worry about each other, right?
Yeah.
Baird dropped Caitie's assault case against Chris.
They said that there wasn't enough evidence.
Fucking crazy how girls can just lie about shit like that.
Caitie wasn't lying. He did the exact same thing to me.
You wanna make peace with your brother while getting back together
with the girl who wrote the letter that ruined his life?
How are you so sure that Pippa wrote it?
I ruined my brother's life. I think there's something wrong with me.
We're gonna fix this.
Do you think I am a bad person?
- Yes. - But you still loved me.
I know all of the worst things about you,
and I still love you.
You've been the biggest thing in my life for almost four years.
I just don't think I feel the same way anymore.
Here's the thing, Bree.
I wasn't entirely honest with you about our marriage.
So did Marianne know about us?
Yes.
Hey. Thanks for coming.
Diana wouldn't really take no for an answer.
Drew, come on. Wake up, buddy.
Fuck, fuck. Hey, hey! Come on! Come on! Can somebody help?
- Wrigley, it's not your fault. - Whose fault is it then?
I mean, I'm the one who gave him the pills,
and I'm the one who ruined his life.
I have to tell Wrigley. I have to tell him the truth.
That's crazy. You can't throw yourself under the bus like that.
Hey, Wrigley, I, uh-- I have to tell you something.
Uh, it's about me. It's about the letter last year.
I wrote the letter.
The one that got Drew in trouble, that was me. I'm so sorry.
- Why? - We fit.
With your phenomenal LSAT score and this admissions essay,
I'd say you have a perfect shot at Yale early admission.
Hmm.
- How did Stephen take the breakup? - He'll be all right. You know Stephen.
I had to make him think it was his idea.
I know about this older guy Bree's been seeing.
- Who is he? - It's over now anyway. It's done.
That's-- That's really good. I-I've been so worried about her.
Yeah, it really her fucked up.
You know it was all our fault, right?
All right, I have to tell you something. When I cheated on Bree last year,
I-I thought you two were over.
Where's Stephen?
Kind of scary when you don't know where he is.
I-I'm just trying to make sense of everything.
Last summer when you cheated on Bree, that was with Lucy.
That's what you're saying?
Yeah. I-I'm so sorry, man.
How are you feeling?
Excited. Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, you haven't heard from Stephen today, have you?
I literally make it my life's mission to never hear from Stephen.
Right.
I just, um...
I don't-- I don't think he's here.
Which is-- That's weird, right? It's just kind of weird.
Have you been talking to him again?
No.
- What do you mean by talking? - Jesus Christ, Lucy.
No, nothing's happening. Nothing's happening, okay? I just...
I wasn't sure where he was.
Lucy, he ruined your life sophomore year.
Do you not remember that?
You barely came back from that.
I know. I'm sorry.
You ready?
Bree?
Hey.
Hey, what's up?
I'm a terrible person.
What? What are you-- what are you talking about?
I am.
I promise.
I'm probably the worst person you know.
Wakey, wakey.
I hate your alarm.
I know.
It's time for school!
Yawn.
How long's the drive back to campus?
Uh, an hour if a normal person's driving,
but with my mom, like 40 minutes.
Hey, thank you for letting me stay here.
It was honestly one of the nicer Christmas breaks I've had.
Considering everything.
Come here.
I'm so glad you were here.
- Aw. - Really.
- I love you. - I love you.
I can't believe we have to go back. There's just--
There's no way things are gonna feel normal again.
Or they'll feel really normal, and that'll be even weirder.
I hope Wrigley's doing okay.
Pippa hasn't said much about how he's doing.
You don't have to get so secretive every time he texts you.
I just know how you feel about him.
Yeah, but I'm not gonna tell you what to do.
Besides, I made equally psychotic decisions last semester,
so I can't really judge.
Not that I'm calling your decision psychotic.
I mean, it might be psychotic.
It is. Getting back together with Stephen is psychotic.
But I love you, so I'm-- I'm keeping my mouth shut.
As long as he doesn't fuck around again.
I don't know.
Stephen and I know each other so well.
I...
I don't think he can really surprise me at this point.
Which I guess is comforting.
I don't know. Does that make any sense?
Mm-hmm.
I just...
I just really feel like things are gonna be different this time.
- Oh, hey. - Hey.
How was-- How was Santa Barbara?
Warmer than here.
Yeah, no, I'm sure.
Thanks for letting me crash. This place is so nice.
Yeah, yeah, of course. Glad I could help.
Had to get out of my brother's house. Fucking nightmare.
You didn't see your mom at all?
Uh, no. Still banished.
Sorry, man.
- That's all right. - Have you seen Wrigley yet?
Nope. We've been texting.
I feel bad for him.
Yeah, me too.
He's moving into a new dorm today.
What, you two aren't rooming together?
No.
He doesn't want the reminder
of everything that happened in our--
In our room.
Hey, uh...
are you and I good after the other stuff?
Uh, honestly, it's been rough.
Thinking about you and Lucy together, it's not good.
I hate it.
I'm sorry, man.
But the reality is, I still want to be with her.
So I just have to try to get over it, unless I want to blow everything up again.
And I-I-I don't want to do that.
So, yeah, that's where I'm at.
Are you gonna talk to her about it?
I don't think so.
Unless she wants to tell me herself.
Well, that means a lot to me,
that you're willing to get past it.
I mean, I'll do my best.
I'm-- I'm-- I'm gonna go see her right now.
Thank you again, seriously, for letting me stay.
- Really. - Yeah.
Means a lot. Um-- Oh, I-I left some dishes in the sink.
- I can wash them quickly. - No, it's fine. I don't mind.
Really?
- Yeah. - Appreciate that.
Thanks, man.
You sure you don't want me to come with you to your room first?
No. Go see the girls. I'm fine.
No, I can see them later.
It's okay. I'm not gonna throw myself off the roof.
- These buildings aren't even that tall. - Wrigley.
I'm joking. I'm joking.
Um...
thanks for taking care of me the last few weeks.
You don't need to keep thanking me.
I love you. I wanted to be there.
I love you, too.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
- Okay. - Okay.
See you.
Do we really have the energy for this decades party tonight?
No, but, you know, we got our costumes, so...
- Hey. - Hey.
Oh, my God. Your hair, I'm obsessed.
- Aw, thank you. - You look amazing.
And you, I didn't know that you went back to brunette.
Yeah, it felt disrespectful to be platinum blond
in a house of mourning.
- Hi. - Hey!
How was it? Is Wrigley okay?
Um...
honestly, it was as bad as you think it would be.
Like, uh, deeply...
deeply awful.
- I'm so sorry. - Me, too.
We were worried when we didn't hear from you much.
I'm just so tired.
I mean, I'm glad that I could be there for him,
but I feel like I got hit by a truck.
Do you feel happy to be back together, though?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
I mean, we broke up for stupid reasons.
He really doesn't want a lot of sad attention,
so just try to treat him normally tonight,
if you can.
Of course.
How about you? Have you heard from the elderly man?
No. No.
I'm honestly just pretending
that Oliver was like a figment of my imagination
and praying that I never run into him.
So you're okay then?
No. I feel like I'm dead inside.
Right.
If last semester wasn't rock-bottom, I'm gonna be so pissed.
Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt.
Hey.
I went to your room, but I heard your voice in here, so.
No, that's...
Yeah, it's okay.
Hi.
You guys have a good break?
Mm-hmm.
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna go to my room for-- For a bit, okay?
I'll come pregame later.
- Bye. - Bye.
That is so dark.
Hi.
Are we bad friends for not intervening, though?
I don't know what we could say that she hasn't heard before.
It'll be over by spring break anyway.
That's like two months away. You think it'll take that long?
I mean, this campus is quite obviously cursed,
so, yeah, I think it's a possibility.
Happy New Year.
Are you okay?
I think that was like worst-case scenario, right?
My friends think I'm crazy.
I don't care, though.
I mean, I care, but...
this just feels so good.
Did you miss me?
A lot.
But we have to be nice to each other this time.
I know.
I was talking to Bree,
and I just keep saying it's gonna be different.
It will be.
Yeah.
It seems like you and Bree have gotten really close.
Yeah, we've always been close.
Well, yeah. I know.
What?
Nothing.
You can tell Bree not to worry.
And Pippa?
And Pippa, yeah.
Okay. And my mom?
And everyone, yeah.
Okay.
♪ Soma is what they would take ♪
♪ When hard times opened their eyes ♪
I think my mom sent flowers to your house.
Yeah, no, she sent a lot of flowers. Thank you.
You gotta let me know if you need anything, man.
- I'm here for you. - Can I have a beer?
Uh, yeah, yeah, sure.
Wrigley, you would have been so cute in the '70s.
- Hey, Wrigley. - Yeah?
How was your break?
It was nice.
She stayed with Lucy. They were together the whole time.
So cute.
No, it was. It was cute.
How was your break?
Uh, fine. Yeah.
You must be excited to graduate. Do you know what you're gonna do?
Not really.
Uh, my dad wants me to work for him in Santa Barbara,
but I may go to New York, try and get a finance job or...
I-I don't know.
Wait, why-- Why finance?
Uh, because I'm a finance major.
You are?
- Yeah. - No, I--
Sorry, I just never thought of you as having a major.
You've got time to figure stuff out.
Don't-- Don't stress.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Like, three months.
Hey, guys! God, you guys look so good!
Hey!
Hi.
Come here.
How long have you guys been here?
Oh, my God, I've been thinking about you. Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
I haven't told anybody, I swear.
Okay. Uh, let's go--
Let's go get some better drinks.
How are you?
I'm all right.
How about you?
I'm so good.
You guys do make a cute couple.
- Oh, no. - No, no, no, no, no.
We're just friends.
Molly, are you on drugs?
- Yes, I am. - Yeah, okay, I want them.
I want the drugs that make Molly nice to Evan.
What are they?
Molly.
Wrigley.
No, it's MDMA.
I got it from this, like, grad student.
- Do you want his number? - Yes, immediately.
Have you ever done MDMA?
No. But it looks kind of amazing.
It's ringing.
He says he's in a blue Honda.
Wait, wait. We don't need to all go.
Why-- Why not?
He's not going to let four people into his car,
and we look like nerds.
Wrigley and I will go get it.
No, Pippa and I should go.
We'll get a better price.
Why?
Because we're girls.
And we're pretty.
So you, like, um...
go to school here?
Uh-huh.
Cool. Cool.
Yeah, we-- We do too.
All right, six pills. That's 120.
Okay.
Thank you.
Thanks.
I never know how to talk to drug dealers.
Have we bought weed from him before?
I don't think so. Why?
He seemed really familiar to me.
We're sure this is the same stuff that Molly did.
Yeah, that's what she said.
Could be fun doing it together.
I'll be right back.
Hey.
Oh.
- Hi. - Hey.
How-- How are you? How was Christmas?
Um, kind of weird.
I spent it with Wrigley and his family.
Oh.
Wow.
How is he?
He's...
trying?
So you guys are doing holidays together because you're friends or...?
No.
Yeah-- Um, we are back together.
That's great.
I'm really glad he has someone. I've been worried about him.
Yeah, we're actually about to do a bunch of Molly in a minute,
so I think that might cheer him up.
Wait, Wrigley's gonna do MDMA,
like the drug that depletes all of your serotonin?
Is that what it does?
Yeah, that-- That's a really bad idea.
He's gonna have a terrible come down. You should not let him do that.
I'm not in charge of him. Like, It wasn't my idea.
Everyone wanted to do it.
Who's-- Who's everyone?
Like Bree and Evan and Lucy and, um...
Stephen.
Right, so lots of sound judgment going on.
Hey, why are you being like this?
No, you're right. Um...
you should do whatever.
I'm just...
I'm just so done hearing about that group of people.
Okay, cool.
Have a good night, Diana.
How long does it take to kick in?
Um, like-- like an hour.
Okay.
I think maybe we shouldn't do it.
It'll be fun.
No, I think it's probably not a good idea for you,
considering everything.
I'll be fine. I-I've done it before.
No, but you might have a really bad comedown.
I don't want it to fuck with your head right now.
My head's already fucked with. I don't need you telling me what to do.
- Sorry. - No, it's okay.
No, I-I'm-- I'm-- I'm sorry.
I-I, uh...
I just-- I want to have a good night.
Yeah, I get it.
Honestly, I'm just really tired.
I think I need to sleep.
- No, don't do that. - No, hey.
I'm not mad. I'm genuinely tired.
Um, you should stay.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Maybe just consider sticking to drinking?
Okay.
- Hey! - Hi.
Um, I'm-I'm just so tired, so I'm gonna go home.
Okay.
Please take care of Wrigley for me.
Yeah, I love you.
- Love you. Bye. Bye. - Bye! See you.
- Have fun! - Bye.
- Get home safely. - Yeah.
I already took mine.
♪ I used to write ♪
♪ I used to write letters ♪
♪ I used to sign my name ♪
♪ I used to sleep at night ♪
♪ Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain ♪
♪ But by the time we met ♪
♪ By the time we met ♪
♪ The times had already changed ♪
♪ So I never wrote a letter ♪
♪ I never took my true heart ♪
♪ I never wrote it down ♪
♪ So when the lights cut out ♪
♪ I was lost standing in the wilderness downtown ♪
♪ Now our lives are changing fast ♪
♪ Hope that something pure can last ♪
♪ It may seem strange ♪
♪ How we used to wait for letters to arrive ♪
♪ But what's stranger still ♪
♪ Is how something so small can keep you alive ♪
♪ Now our lives are changing fast ♪
♪ Hope that something pure can last ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ We used to wait ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ We used to wait ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ We used to wait ♪
Hi.
Let's-- Let's go home.
I just want to be alone with you.
- You do? - Yeah, really bad.
Okay.
Let me just go say bye to Bree.
♪ We used to wait for it ♪
Mwah!
I love you.
Seriously. Okay.
♪ We used to wait for it ♪
Hey.
You smoke?
Yeah, I do.
You feeling good?
Mm-hmm.
- Are you? - Nah, I'm not really feeling anything.
You're not?
I feel like there are waves inside of me.
Yeah, definitely not feeling that.
Well, maybe it'll just take longer 'cause you're so big.
It might not work on me.
Maybe I just don't have enough of the happy chemicals in my brain anymore.
That's kind of sad.
Yeah, kind of.
I think I'm gonna go home.
- Uh, okay. - Okay.
- Good night. - Good night.
Uh, hey!
I can't let you walk home by yourself.
I'll walk with you.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
Oh, wow.
Wow!
Yep.
Could we just sit for a minute?
I really just want to take it all in.
Uh, okay.
Okay.
How was your Christmas?
- It was horrific. - Horrific?
Yeah. Lucy's house was nice, but I had an affair
with a married 45-year-old last semester,
and it really fucked me up.
What?
Yeah. Forty-five.
This sounds like really big gossip. How have I not heard this?
Because your brother died.
- I'm sorry. - No, you're--
- I'm sorry. - No, no.
You make a good point. You make a good point.
Wait, this guy was-- This guy was married?
- Yeah. - Oh.
Did you really like him?
Oh, my God, I loved him.
- Oh, God. - I know.
And you probably thought he was gonna leave his marriage for you, right?
I mean, I never said it out loud, but kind of, yeah.
Yeah.
- How are your parents doing? - I--
- I'm sorry! - What?
- I felt like I needed-- I know. - That was such a sharp pivot.
I just felt like I had to ask something more serious.
I know, I know, I know.
- Sorry. - You really got in there.
Um, I know.
It-It-It's, uh, weird. They...
They say, uh, that they don't blame me for what happened,
but, um, they-- They look at me differently.
Something in their faces. Um, it kind of feels like I...
I lost my whole family, not just-- Not just Drew.
I'm sorry.
Eh, it kind of just feels like I'm solo.
I get that feeling.
Oh, you and your parents, you don't talk at all, right?
No. Yeah, my mom was just way too young to have a kid.
My-- Uh, my parents had me pretty young, too.
They had me basically straight out of college. Yeah.
Oh, I mean,
my mom was like 14 when she had me.
Fourteen? Like 1-4?
Yeah.
Oh.
- Yeah. - What about--
What about your dad?
I don't know anything about him.
Other than that he was way too old to have sex with a 14-year-old.
So...
I'm really sorry you had to deal with all that.
It's okay.
You're dealing with a lot of shit, too.
Yeah.
I just wish people would stop suffocating me about it.
Or telling me that it'll get better.
Just say anything else. Don't tell me that it'll get better.
I know.
Yeah.
I for sure wouldn't say that to you.
I mean...
it definitely might not get better.
Honestly, it probably won't.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
♪ Gold teeth and a curse for this town ♪
♪ Were all in my mouth ♪
♪ Only I don't know how... ♪
What?
Oh.
Okay.
Are you--
Yeah, I feel like the MDMA is kicking--
You know, working now, or...
Oh good! I'm so happy for you.
Oh, thank you. This is huge. This is huge.
♪ And if you took to me like... ♪
Oh!
Okay.
I feel so good.
- Me too. Yeah. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - What?
What?
I-I want us to be completely honest with each other from now on.
Yes.
Like no secrets.
Like, anything we're afraid to tell each other, we should say it.
- You can tell me anything. - Okay.
- Anything. - What about you, though?
Is there anything you haven't told me before
or anything you don't feel good about?
I mean, I think I feel like...
- Maybe shame about some things. - Okay.
Yeah, that's okay.
- Yeah. - Like what?
I mean, they're not like specific things.
They're just more like feelings about myself.
- You know? - Yeah.
- Like what?
I don't know.
Okay. Okay, focus, though.
Is this stuff to do with other guys?
Not really.
- Maybe some of it. - Okay, like what?
You don't want to hear that stuff.
I do.
There's literally nothing you can't tell me.
- Really? - Yeah.
Okay, there...
Okay.
There-- there was this one time...
Are you sure you don't mind hearing this?
You can tell me.
Okay, there was this one time...
I-I was arguing with Leo.
And I wanted him to, like...
be more aggressive with me.
And I was in a weird place,
and I put his hand on my throat.
And it was like I disgusted him.
And sometimes I think about that moment
and I feel like...
maybe there's something disgusting about me?
Okay, that's not a big deal. Leo's a fucking prude.
- Okay. - Come on. There has to be more.
- More what? - Anything.
I-- You know all my secrets.
Have you ever been attracted to any of my friends?
No!
It's okay. It's okay if you have.
- No. - I'm attracted to your friends.
I think Bree's really beautiful.
I mean...
Yeah, she is really beautiful.
- She is really beautiful. - Yeah, who knows?
If I had met her first, I might have been in--
I might have gone after her and Pippa too. Pippa's really hot.
Wait, why are you telling me this?
Because it's-- It's safe.
You need to know that.
I do know that.
So tell me.
Stephen, there's nothing I'm not telling you.
Nothing.
Okay.
Okay?
I'm tired.
Wait, wait, whoa, whoa.
No, no. No, no, no.
I'm-- I'm-- I'm way too high to go to sleep right now.
I know. I'm sorry. I'm-- I'm exhausted.
Oh!
Oh, right. Hey!
I think we might have passed out.
Yeah, that's...
Seems like more of a fact than anything else.
I should get home.
MDMA's pretty intense, huh?
Yeah.
This wasn't weird that this happened.
We just fell asleep.
No.
We were on drugs. I was walking you home.
Exactly.
- Yeah, exactly. - Yeah.
Maybe we just don't mention it to people, though,
in case it might accidentally sound like something was weird.
- Yeah. I think that's smart. - Okay.
Yeah, that's a good move.
We should probably walk back separately, then?
Yeah.
- Mm-hmm. - Okay.
Okay, well, I'll just, uh... you go ahead, you go first.
- Yeah. All right. Cool. - I'll just hang out.
All right. Bye.
Yeah, okay. Bye.
Hey, this is Stephen. Leave a message.
Oh, j--
- Hi. - Hi.
Are you alive?
Yeah, come in.
My God, last night was insane.
Oh, I know.
I fell asleep outside.
What? Where?
A bus stop.
What?
My-- My advisor just emailed me asking to meet her in the dean's office.
How could I already be in trouble?
Well, I'm sure you're not. You haven't done anything.
Oh, shit.
What?
Oliver's car.
No, no, no, no. You don't think he'd report us?
- I don't know. - No, why--
Why would they only be emailing me then?
Well, call Pippa. See if she got anything.
- Hi? - Can I come in?
I really don't appreciate you guilting me last night.
Uh, h-how did I guilt you?
Lecturing me about Wrigley doing drugs, like it's my fault.
I wasn't trying to lecture you. I was just worried about him.
You think I'm not worried about him? I've been taking care of him for weeks.
Okay? By myself. You have no idea how hard it's been.
Okay, well, maybe you shouldn't be the only person he's leaning on.
- Well, it's kind of my responsibility. - Why?
Do you not feel guilty at all?
Guilty about what?
You and I both convinced Drew to come back to campus.
We did that together.
I'm sorry, but I'm not taking that on.
What happened to Drew was terrible, but it was not our fault.
Is that why you got back together with Wrigley?
- You feel guilty? - No!
No! Of course not, okay?
You don't need to worry about my relationship with him, okay?
Yeah, trust me, I'm not.
I love Wrigley, but I'm delighted
not to think about any of those people anymore.
They're all fucking toxic. I mean, look at you.
Second day back on campus, look how you're acting.
You are so judgmental, always.
- Always? Really? - Yes. Yes!
You're always judging me.
You judged me about how I handled the Chris stuff,
my relationship with Lucy, basically all of my decisions.
Wow, you've got a whole list. I've really been on your mind.
- Yeah, you have! - Well, I find that a bit weird,
since I'm sure there are other people who've been much worse to you.
- Well then I guess I'm being weird. - Okay, then stop.
- Well, I'm trying. - I don't know what we're talking about.
We're talking about the fact
that you're on my fucking mind all of the time.
Your judgments and your little comments.
And I don't think that I should care about you this much.
I don't think it's normal. I think, actually, it's a problem,
especially because I have a boyfriend.
I...
I don't-- I don't know what to say to that.
Yeah.
Wait, wait, pause.
Okay, I'm good.
I-I'm sorry, I can't.
I think drugs are bad.
- Hey. - Hi.
- You want something to eat? - No.
I'm a mess.
No, you're not. You're just having a come-down.
Or is it other stuff?
We don't have to talk about it.
Not with the shit you're dealing with.
I would rather talk about anything other than the shit I'm dealing with.
My dad just keeps calling me nonstop.
He wants me to have the plan for after graduation,
but I don't have a fucking idea what I want to do.
A lot of people don't know what they want to do right away.
When Bree asked me about it last night, I just...
I just felt stupid that I didn't have a better answer for her.
Something about her opinion just matters more than anyone else's.
Now, I know you don't know her that well, but if you did, you'd know what I mean.
Yeah, she's a cool girl.
I can't believe she had a thing with a married guy.
He was married? The old guy?
Oh God.
I'm sorry. I thought you knew that part.
It was sort of repeated to me like something everyone knew.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make it worse.
It's fine. Spent every day for the last month obsessing over it.
Can't really get any worse.
Well, look, about the graduation stuff.
What, uh-- You know, you could set up some interviews.
See what your options are.
Yeah, I was gonna meet a couple professors later.
- If I can survive this hangover. - Good.
That's good. Okay, yeah.
They'll be more helpful than me. I'm useless at this stuff.
You'll be fine.
Call me after.
Okay.
Thank you.
Come in!
Evan. Hi.
Hey, Professor. Uh, can I come in?
Yeah, sure.
Um, you're in tomorrow's lecture, right?
Yeah, right. I am.
Uh, but I had a question about something else.
All right.
So...
I'm just trying to decide what I want to do after graduation.
Sorry, I'm not-- I'm not hearing a specific question.
Sorry. Uh, yeah, sorry.
Um, I guess I'm just trying to figure out,
uh, what some of my options are as a finance major.
So you're asking me what career paths pertain to a degree in finance?
No, no, no. Um, more like, um...
which ones I'd enjoy,
in your opinion.
Well, um, I don't know. What do you enjoy about finance?
Math.
The math?
Yeah.
Okay.
So you don't know what you want to do,
but you want me to tell you what you want to do.
No, I just thought that we're in class together,
you might know someone--
Evan, I am more than happy to have a conversation about your future,
but it seems like you need to do some more thinking on your own first.
And, um...
possibly drink some electrolytes.
Right.
I'm sorry. You're right.
Um, I didn't mean to waste your time.
It's fine. I'll see you tomorrow.
Lucy, I brought your advisor in to help us discuss this.
It's quite sensitive.
But first, we want you to know that this is a safe space, okay?
Okay.
Do you know a student named Chris Montgomery?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I know Chris.
Chris's parents made a complaint.
Apparently, you made an accusation about Chris
sexually assaulting you, which he is strongly denying.
Now, obviously, we take this very seriously.
So if there is something that you would like to discuss with us, you can.
Um, yeah, that--
It's not something I want to talk about.
It's over.
But Lucy, did you make this allegation?
Am-- Am I in trouble?
Of course not, but if it's true,
it's the kind of thing that would require an official report.
I might have had a private conversation with my friends, but that's all.
I'm-I'm not making a report, and I'm not escalating anything.
I really don't want this to become a thing, please.
Please.
Well, know that you can talk to us if you change your mind.
Okay. Thank you. I understand.
Uh, but I-I won't.
All right. That's all.
Okay, thank you.
I'm sorry for being a dick.
- No, you weren't. - No. I was.
I was. You've, uh--
I was. And you've been amazing.
You're the only thing keeping me sane right now.
And I just don't-- I don't want to be the--
The guy that everyone is worried about.
And I-- And I don't want to feel aimless like I did last semester.
I just can't do it. I can't fucking do it.
- Okay. Okay. - And...
You just need some structure.
Like, whenever I've gone through really hard shit,
the only thing that's helped me is, um, keeping busy.
- I guess I could sign up for more classes. - Yeah.
Something, like, fun.
Like an art class or something. I mean, you're really creative.
I'm creative?
I feel like you're probably really creative.
Come in.
Hey.
Where'd you go this morning?
- Sorry. - No, it's okay.
I-I didn't feel great.
Yeah, I'm not sure MDMA's the best fit for us.
Yeah.
I think it's less about the MDMA,
more about you fucking Evan last year.
What?
What are-- What are you talking about?
You had sex with Evan.
He cheated on Bree with you.
Stephen, that is--
That is the craziest thing I've ever heard.
He told me. I already know.
He told you that? When? When did he tell you that?
Before break.
And I've been trying to get over it,
but seeing how easily you lie about it, Lucy.
Fuck.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Please, I'm--
- You have to believe me. - Why didn't you just tell me?
- I... - I was begging you to tell me.
Because it didn't mean anything. It did not mean anything.
I was wasted and we were broken up.
I had to find out from him and it was fucking humiliating.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Please, please, please, you have to listen to me, okay?
I love you. I love you.
This is something that happened so long ago.
This does not have to ruin anything.
Please, please, you have to forgive me, please.
I am trying to. I don't know if I can.
What-- What does that mean, if you-- If you can't?
Are you worried about losing me, or are you scared of me?
I'm worried about losing you.
What are you thinking?
Stephen, what are you gonna do?
I'm trying.
I don't want to let this consume me.
Okay.
Let's just see how it goes.
Okay.
Bree, just talk-- Talk to me.
What's going on?
I can't tell you.
What do you mean you can't--
Hey, you okay?
Bree?
Yeah.
Yeah, sorry.
I'm sorry.
I just had some nerves.
I'm good. No, I'm good.
I'm ready.
Okay.
♪ The lights are on, but you're not home ♪
♪ Your mind is not your own ♪
♪ Your heart sweats, your body shakes ♪
♪ Another kiss is what it takes ♪
♪ You can't sleep, oh, you can't eat ♪
♪ There's no doubt, you're in deep ♪
♪ Your throat is tight, you can't breathe ♪
♪ Another kiss is all you need ♪
♪ You like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh, yeah ♪
♪ It's closer to the truth to say that you can't get enough ♪
♪ You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love ♪
♪ You see the signs, but you can't read ♪
♪ You're runnin' at a different speed ♪
♪ Your heart beats in double time ♪
♪ Another kiss and you'll be mine ♪
♪ The lights are on, but you're not home ♪
♪ Your will... ♪
Evan, do you take Bree to be your wife?
I do.
And Bree,
do you take Evan to be your husband?
♪ Another kiss and you'll be mine ♪
Of course I do.
♪ You like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh, yeah ♪
♪ It's closer to the truth to say that you can't get enough ♪
♪ You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love ♪
♪ Might as well face it, you're addicted to love ♪
♪ Might as well face it... ♪