13 Reasons Why

You still drinking coffee?

You're still drinking coffee.

Yes. I guess we just hope for more for our children.

We'll probably live longer, if that helps.

If your generation doesn't destroy the planet first.

It's too late, I'm afraid.

Clay, about the Baker trial...

Can we just have one morning without discussing that?

The subpoenas go out today.

Who's getting one besides me?

Sorry, Clay, I'm not at liberty to discuss it.

The other day, you asked me if a person could be prosecuted

if they hurt someone, but the victim couldn't come forward.

You said it was hypothetical, but...

you were talking about Hannah, weren't you?

I wasn't, actually.

Because if something happened to her

and you were involved in any way...

You think I hurt her?

- Lainie. - I don't.

If I did hurt her, and I admitted it, I could go to jail.

W-Well, this is a civil proceeding, not criminal.

But it is sworn testimony.

So if I lied, it's perjury.

Why would you need to lie?

If I knocked down a stop sign and a kid got killed,

is that manslaughter?

Clay, what the hell are we talking about?

I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm not at liberty to discuss it.

It's... probably for me, don't you think?

Morning. Are you the parent or guardian of Clay Jensen?

I just don't get why they're calling you to testify.

Did Hannah ever say anything to you about bullying or anything?

What?

No. We were friendly, but we were never really that close.

They're probably just fishing.

Talking to every student who knew her. It's probably nothing to worry about.

Just... have to tell the truth, okay, and you'll be fine.

I'm surprised at Andy and Olivia.

I'm sure they miss Anna.

Hannah.

Hannah, of course.

But this is a witch hunt.

I don't know.

They're wasting their time.

You didn't do anything. You're not that kind of kid.

I know how kind you are. I see you take care of your sister.

You're not going to jail, are you?

He's not going to jail.

How well did you even know this girl?

I asked her out once.

How many of these they got you doing today?

I got another couple.

They got three of us out.

Something like this sure gets the community talking, huh?

Sorry your kid's caught up in it.

I know. Helluva thing.

Helluva thing.

Can you believe we moved here for peace of mind?

They're still talking.

Jesus! Fucking Hannah!

Yeah, fucking Hannah.

Fuck her for killing herself.

Dude, this is all gonna come out now. Aren't you freaked?

No. I'm glad.

Seriously?

We're all fucked now.

We were fucked anyway.

Hey, it's Justin. Leave a message.

Hey, Justin, it's me.

Uh... Bryce.

Listen, man, I don't know what happened last night.

I don't know what I did to set you off all of the sudden,

and I just...

It's fucking killing me that you can't talk to me about it, so...

talk to me.

Okay? Please?

I love you, man. Call me.

- Hey, Marcus. - Hey, what's up?

The secretaries are all talking.

They got Porter, Bolan and Child.

I talked to Ryan and Zach. Yes to both.

It has to be Clay. How else did they get our names?

- He gave them the tapes. - Could've been Hannah's phone, her texts.

We need to make a plan.

We need to stop texting. Seriously, if they get our text records, we're done.

Oh, my God, I didn't even think about that.

Spread the word, we all need to meet in person.

Did you guys get subpoenas too?

Shut up! Jesus, Tyler!

What? It's public record now. Everyone knows.

Nobody knows about anything. You're gonna keep it that way.

I want in, on whatever you're doing.

I know more than anyone.

I know a lot more than is on those tapes, and I have proof.

Proof of what?

What do you think?

What have you done around here you don't want anyone to know?

I take a lot of pictures.

Listen, you creep, you do not want to fuck with us!

What we did to Clay was nothing. Back off!

And keep quiet.

Hey!

Fuck you, man!

- You fucking cut it out! - Guys, come on.

Whoa, Monty, come on, back off.

Get your fucking hands off me.

- You touch me again, I'll kill you. - Jesus! Enough!

- Hey, you okay? - No!

The fuck, man?

I'm sick of this shit.

Okay.

Jesus!

What the hell, Justin?

I'm sorry. I needed to see you.

I'm gonna scream.

- I texted and I called. - I'm gonna call the police.

Jess, please, I was trying to protect you.

Protect me?

Seriously?

I thought if you didn't know, if no one found out...

What? I'd be fine? I'd go about my life?

You and I would get married and live happily ever after?

That's what I wanted, was for us to...

to be together.

Forever.

You let him.

- You let him. - No, I was drunk.

And I was scared.

- So was I. - Bryce was at the...

- Don't say that name! - I'm sorry, it's just that...

Every time I was thrown out, when my mom was fucked up,

one of her boyfriends was fucking with me...

he was there for me.

When I had no money,

when I was starving,

his folks bought my shit for school.

Okay, when my mom was busted for possession,

he got his dad to bail her out.

They do that shit so they can own you.

No.

Okay? Last year, I couldn't afford new shoes for basketball.

I went through four pairs that season.

When we got to playoffs,

they just had, like, holes.

Bryce didn't offer to buy me new shoes.

- He pretended he had an extra pair. - Justin.

Are you seriously trying to make excuses for what you did?

No.

I just want you to understand...

And I want you to understand what it's like to be raped.

But I truly hope you never will.

- Jess. - No.

I'm gonna go get that, and you're gonna go back out the window.

Here we are. Tape 12.

If you've listened this far and haven't heard your name,

well, I bet you know exactly what's coming now.

Or maybe you don't have any idea.

Could that be true?

Could a person be that sick?

Let's find out.

But first we have to start at the beginning

of the worst day of my life.

I guess I just thought that Mr. Geris would be more understanding.

Apparently he's not. This is a letter of intent to evict.

Yes, I know. I mean...

I don't know, maybe I can get on the phone and explain to him.

What's to explain? He wants money, we don't have it.

You can use my college savings.

- Hannah. - What?

If we have money problems, I want to help.

These aren't your money problems, they're ours.

Use it now. I can take out a loan.

And I can take a gap year. I'd be fine with that.

Plenty of kids do it.

It's not the worst idea.

My brother took a year off. He's a dentist. Didn't hurt him.

Okay, I cannot even believe you're considering

jeopardizing our daughter's future. No!

If it's my future, don't I get a say in it?

No! That money stays in the bank.

I'm going to go over and talk to Mr. Geris and convince him...

to put us on a payment plan.

We have no leverage.

We have my fucking charm!

Hard to resist.

Yeah.

You're right. It's worth a try.

Oh, shit, I was supposed to take the bank deposit in today.

It's due. It's due this afternoon.

I can do it, if you need it done today.

That would be a big help. Are you okay with Hannah making the deposit?

I don't... I don't see why not.

Do I look okay?

Yes.

All right.

- Wish me luck. - Good luck.

- Love you. - Love you, too.

- Go. - I'm going.