13 Reasons Why

I'm still waiting for Hannah Baker.

Who?

Skye Miller. I'm here for Skye Miller.

She's still in recovery. They'll move her up here in a few hours.

That's what the other nurse said every hour for the past seven hours.

Kid, go home. Come back in the morning.

Will she be okay? Look, I just need to know.

Go home. Come back.

I'm still waiting for Hannah Baker.

Clay, it's five o'clock in the morning. What the hell is going on?

Skye is my girlfriend. But we haven't had sex, although we tried.

She's in the hospital right now, but not because she tried to kill herself.

Someone just ran me off the road on my way home.

Random? Maybe. Who knows?

I can't explain any of it to you because I don't understand it myself.

Now, does knowing all this make this any better or worse for you?

Our agreement was that we'd talk about these things.

When the house is on fire,

do you discuss the fire or get out of the goddamn house?

Oh.

I need a fucking car.

I don't blame Hannah for anything.

That's how it is for girls.

People judge you by the way you look, the things they hear about you.

They put a label on you.

I just feel like boys get to define themselves.

They get to choose their identity, and they can hide behind it.

Well, most boys.

I think some know what it's like to be afraid...

to feel like the world gave you a certain label

that you have to live with for the rest of your life.

But most boys don't know what it's like. Every single girl does.

Your hair.

You always tell me how much you like it when it's straight.

Oh, Jess, you are beautiful either way.

Honey, I know this is all very frightening,

but you'll do right by Hannah as long as you tell the truth.

-You are not on trial, don't forget that. -Yeah, Mom, I know.

Even boys who mean well want to tell you who you are.

Hi.

Hi.

I, uh, I saw your mom heading for the cafeteria,

so I took my chances.

-I told her it wasn't your fault. -Isn't it a little bit my fault?

No.

I brought you flowers.

Which now seems, uh, like, a little wrong?

I don't know. Maybe I should've gotten you a stuffed thing.

This place has a stellar gift shop.

What happened to your face?

Uh, stupid bike thing.

I tried to cut through some trees in the dark. It doesn't matter.

You matter.

Are you okay?

My mom just freaked out. It was not serious.

It was surgery.

It was stitches, mostly.

-We had a deal. -It was a stupid deal.

You told me cutting didn't mean you wanted to die.

I don't wanna die. I told you that and you don't understand.

-Then help me. -I can't.

Because I don't understand it either.

It's like I have all of these feelings, and I can't control them,

like I'm a visitor in my own mind.

And if I don't catch my breath, I'll burn up and blow away.

And I know you wanna save me from that, and I love you for it, but you can't.

Then what can I do?

You can figure out your own shit, and I will figure out mine. Apart.

Wait, you're-- you're breaking up with me?

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I know. That's...

That's why I'm telling you to go.

-This isn't fair. -We have to be done, Clay. I'm sorry.

I'm not just going to disappear from your life.

You already do.

You-- You think about Hannah, and you disappear.

So just do it for real this time.

So we just start expecting them to put a label on us.

Dyke!

Hey, gay girl!

Gross!

-Lesbo! -Lesbian!

And we just do it to ourselves.

Welcome to the team.

Don't start with me, Ryan.

Hey, it happens when you're ready.

I came out when I was five. I didn't really have a choice.

Guess I was just born fabulous.

-I'm just glad you made it out. -Yeah. Me, too.

If you start driving a Subaru and wearing flannel, I will hold an intervention.

Be warned.

-Holy shit, Alex. -Yeah.

Who's doing this?

-Hey, can you tell whose handwriting? -Jesus, put it down.

Sorry. I just...

-I'm really sorry, Alex. -So you're not alone in this.

Sorry I said that. That was really shitty, I'm just--

- This is just a lot. - I get it. I know.

Wait, your hair is different.

-It's court hair. -I don't like it.

Noted.

What the hell happened to your face?

Someone ran me off the road last night.

Someone in what looked like a black Range Rover.

-Bryce. -You're not testifying.

-Does he know that? -I don't think it matters.

Whoever it is, they're coming after all of us.

This came in the mail for me yesterday.

- Jesus. - This is nuts.

-We have to fucking stop him. -How?

I'm a cripple and you'll get grounded for life if you even speak to him.

Yeah, I promised my mom I'd stay away from him.

But if he's coming after me, then what can I do?

- What up? - What's up, guys?

Are we even sure it's him?

Your boy keeps looking at you, Zach.

-Does he need his diaper changed? -Shut up, Monty.

Why don't you go take care of him? Dempsey,

it's normal for nurses to fall for their patients.

Fuck off. I don't even like him, okay?

Right. It's just your mom who makes you carry his books and wipe his ass.

No, the ass he does for pleasure.

What if it's Zach?

That's crazy. He's been helping you with everything.

Then why's he still hanging around Bryce?

It's Bryce or someone protecting him.

He doesn't want the truth to come out.

-Why are you guys both looking at me? -Um...

Mostly 'cause you're sitting across the table from us?

You can tell them what happened to you in court.

Hannah's lawyers told me I'm just supposed to talk about the Hot or Not List

and how it ended our friendship.

But you know that's not true or it's not all that's true.

-And they know it. -But it's not part of the case.

If you say it, it'll make it part of the case.

So I just say it?

Jess, I--

Listen. I know it's not easy, okay?

Like, in no fucking universe do I think that, but...

If you tell the truth when they ask you about your friendship,

if you tell them the real reason you stopped speaking to Hannah,

then the truth is out.

And this shit stops. And Bryce gets what's coming to him.

-I gotta get to first. -Jess--

You know, the truth doesn't always make things right.

You should know that better than anyone.

Look, I need to remember what happened.

I need the tapes. You have to stop protecting me.

-Skye's in the hospital. -What? What happened?

I stopped protecting her.

Okay, fine. Then do this for me. Get me a ride to court today.

-Alex-- -Clay.

Jessica! Wow. Oh, my God, you look amazing.

-I love your hair. -Yeah, thanks.

Oh, that's right, you have court today. Good luck, you'll be great.

-Listen, about yesterday-- -It's fine. We're good.

Cool. 'Cause we girls have to be strong together, you know? Own our own shit.

-I'm sorry if-- -No, no, no, right. I get it.

Okay. Well, we'll miss you at practice today.

-Yeah. Thanks. -Good luck!

Sometimes it seems like no matter what you do...

What's going on?

...people still see you the way they want to.

Who did this?

Hey, are you okay?

What? Why are you following me? Just leave me alone.

You think she'll talk?

-Why would she? -Why did you?

Don't you get tired of hiding, Marcus?

-Don't you wanna tell the truth sometimes? -There's more than one truth.

No, I don't think there is.

-More press today. -You know, you can talk to them.

I don't think so.

The longer you wait, the harder it is to reclaim the narrative.

-It's not my style, Jackie. -You can make it your style.

You speak for Hannah now, and thousands of girls like her.

Jessica Davis will show up for Hannah. She's a good kid.

And she's been very open about the culture of sexism at the school.

Most importantly, she's Hannah's friend.

But even when things get really tough...

...all it takes is just one friend to get you through it.

Asshole.

Hey.

If you're lucky, you find more than one.

Toby, Eric, Chad, this is Tyler,

my fellow ASS-class colleague and extreme outcast.

-What up? -Hey, Tyler.

-Yo. -You shoot film? Super retro.

Yeah. Uh...

I don't know. There's something to holding a picture, like feeling it, I don't know.

Yeah. No, like, um, flipping through a photo album

instead of swiping on your phone.

Yeah, exactly.

-Uh, I'm Tyler. -Oh, I know. Mackenzie.

Quiet, freaks.

You find friends who see through the labels.

I got it, I got it, I got it.

-Thanks for the ride, Tony. -Oh, I'm coming in with you guys.

But you're on the witness list. They check it.