13 Reasons Why

Some girls know all the lyrics to each other's songs.

They find harmonies in their laughter.

Their linked elbows echo in tune.

What if I can't hum on key?

What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?

Whoo!

- We're really freakin' high! - Don't think about it.

Just remember, you gotta go slow if you want to climb fast.

All right.

So, what happened out there in the hallway?

I don't know. Tired, I guess.

Tired?

Tired of what?

Just tired.

Seems like you were angry.

At this school. About Hannah.

Aren't you?

Sure.

Angry about another needless death.

I'm sad for Hannah...

and for all of us who...

who cared about her.

So, are you gonna punish me or what?

Is that what you want me to do?

Do you get a lot of kids coming in here asking for punishment?

What do you think your punishment should be?

Isn't that your job?

I mean, it's not like you're trained to be a shrink or anything, right?

No.

But I like to think I can be helpful...

to kids who are hurting,

not in touch with what they're feeling, lonely...

- I'm not lonely. - Who may hurt themselves.

Not gonna hurt myself.

- Find their way out... - You don't know what you're talking about.

Hey, screw you!

Okay.

- I'm sorry. - No, that's okay.

You're hurting.

And I want to help.

I want to be there for you, Clay.

I'm not going to say I understand just what you're going through,

but if you talk to me...

I'll try.

Everybody wants to talk.

No one wants to do anything.

What is it that you want to do?

I should get to class.

It all started because I was feeling lost.

I needed direction.

Any direction.

You have to be kidding me.

Get in the car.

I have something I have to show you.

Tell me how you know what you know.

Tell me what I did to Hannah.

See you, Tony.

Actually, I hope I don't.

Ever.

Clay, get in the car.

No.

What are you gonna do? You have no bike, buddy.

Why can't you leave me alone?

Release the tapes. Do whatever you have to do.

Just let me be.

I won't release them, if...

if you get in the car and come with me.

- Hi, I'm Kevin Porter. - Hi.

And sometimes you take whatever way out you can find.

All right, just drive.

- Where are we going? - You'll see when we get there.

He's out of his fucking mind.

We played by Hannah's rules.

It's not fair if the tapes get out there because Clay went postal.

- He's not gonna go public. - It feels like he might.

He's just sad, okay? Let him be...

Are you getting your stomach things again, Alex?

- Come sit down a minute. - What stomach things?

He loved her, and she died.

Okay? He's going crazy.

Just give him a second.

He's not sad, okay? He's getting revenge.

It's not like we don't deserve it.

Alex, come sit down.

Dude, you're late.

I talked to Tony. He says he'll take care of it.

What does that even mean exactly?

- Tony's a dick. - He's not a dick.

He's a dick, he's a prick, and he's a cock.

Okay, those are the same things.

No, they're nuances of meaning.

Right. Yeah.

Look, Tony's not gonna do shit.

We have to take care of this.

End that little bastard once and for all.

That's insane.

I don't know.

What if we make it look like a suicide.

How tragic is that?

I mean, two star-crossed lovers or some shit like that.

Grow up, Justin.

Are you really telling me to grow up, Little Mama's Boy?

Yeah, I am.

Dude, go see a fuckin' doctor.

I've seen a dozen doctors, dude.

One thing.

If one thing had gone differently somewhere along the line...

maybe none of this would have happened.

It's right over there.

Dream big, they say.

Shoot for the stars.

Then they lock us away for 12 years and tell us where to sit,

when to pee, and what to think.

Is it enough to get refs from the principal and vice-principal?

Should I go to the superintendent?

Our school doesn't weigh our GPA, so I only have a 4.0.

Will this be a disadvantage?

Yo! You only have to maintain a C-minus average to play.

Look at the tits on this cheerleader!

Damn, didn't see that.

Then we turn 18, and even though we've never had an original thought,

we have to make the most important decision of our lives.

Ready to begin your future?

Don't think I have much of a choice in that one, really.

How's your financial aid?

How's your GPA?

Could be better.

PSAT? ACT?

I haven't...

You haven't taken your PSAT yet?

No.

Interesting.

Well, I can tell you that our financial aid

tends to go to students at the top of their class,

with SATs above the 90th percentile.

Great. Thanks.

Of course.

And if you don't have the money and don't really have the grades,

a lot of the decision gets made for you.

What future are you peddling?

I'll let you take the first guess.

Hoarder?

Close.

Librarian.

No way you're a librarian.

I know.

When people hear the term "librarian,"

they think 60-year-old white-haired woman with cankles.

We are...

rebranding.

No offense, but isn't it like a dying industry?

You know, like travel agencies and cupcake stores?

Let me guess, you own a Kindle.

Not in a million years.

No, I'm a...

paperback, write-in-the-margins kind of girl.

A kindred spirit.

So, uh, other than the Dewey Decimal System,

what else has the library got going on?

Well, I like to think we are a place where people can come together,

find their tribe.

Do you write?

You look like you write.

I don't.

I do, but... I don't show anybody. Ever.

We've got a safe space.

We keep secrets,

and we have an all-you-can-eat cookie platter.

Well, thanks.

I probably won't see you there, but thanks.

Sure thing.

Just take a brochure. They have scholarships.

I don't need a brochure, don't need your scholarship,

and I don't need four years of wasted time.

I have skills.

And a sweet Mustang.

Thank you.

So, are you kidnapping me?

Did you kidnap Courtney?

I had a purpose.

So do I.

Alex.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Don't worry about it.

It's all this shit with the tapes, isn't it?

If all that just went away, you'd be fine.

Yeah, but how does all that just go away?

What the hell, Jess? You coming or not?

In a minute. I'm talking to Alex.

Oh, about what?

About how much she misses me.

About how much better of a boyfriend I am than you.

How she wishes she never broke up with me.

- How you smell bad. - Alex, come on!

- Fuck you, Alex. - What? It's totally true.

She was like, "Justin smells bad." I was like, "I know."

I did not say that.

- You're a funny guy, Standall. - No, you're funny, Justin.

With the "Let's end the little bastard"? What is that about?