13 Reasons Why

I'm giving life one last try.

Good morning, Mr. Dempsey.

Morning.

My name is Dennis Vasquez, representing Andrew and Olivia Baker,

and this is a deposition.

I'll be asking you questions,

and you must answer them truthfully...

unless your attorney clearly instructs you otherwise.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

There's no judge present, but this is a formal legal proceeding.

You are under the same legal obligation to tell the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth. Do you understand?

Yeah, I understand.

Okay, good.

Uh, for the record, please state your full name,

your age, where you go to school,

and what year you're in.

I'm, uh...

My name is Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey.

I'm 17, and I'm a junior at Liberty High.

And when and where did you first meet Hannah Baker?

I met her at a party, I guess, right before sophomore year started.

And how well did you know Hannah?

Um...

I didn't know her that well at all.

I mean, I knew her from around school, I guess,

and she, um...

she dated my friend Justin for a while.

Are you aware of anyone bullying Hannah?

Dennis, we're going to object.

That asks him to qualify behavior.

Did you ever hear anyone say unkind things to Hannah?

Um...

Yes. Yeah, I heard, and, um...

and I said some things myself.

Hey.

There you go. As requested.

And it...

just, like the tapes in my parents' store, it just records on them?

Yeah, like a voice text on your iPhone,

only with way more style.

May I ask what the project is?

Just this stupid thing.

- Do you mind if I keep it for a few days? - Keep it as long as you like.

I'll see you in fifth?

- Yeah, see you. Thank you. - Yeah.

I recorded 12 tapes.

I started with Justin.

Then Jessica.

Who each broke my heart.

- Hey. It's Hannah. Hannah Baker. - Alex, Tyler, Courtney, Marcus,

who each helped destroy my reputation.

Did you just...?

It's real tight.

On through Zach and Ryan...

who broke my spirit.

Through tape number 12...

Bryce Walker...

who broke my soul.

But a funny thing happened as I finished number 12.

I felt something... shift.

I had poured it all out...

and for a minute...

just a minute...

I felt like maybe I could beat this.

I decided to give life one more chance.

But this time, I was asking for help...

because I know I can't do it alone.

I know that now.

Good morning.

Good morning, sunshine.

- You look radiant today. - I do not.

I need one more cassette for my project. Is it okay if I just grab it?

Yeah, go ahead, sweetie. Anything you need.

Just put it down on the inventory,

which no one bothers to look at

- when they call the distributor anyway. - I told you, they only allow for...

Of course, if you're listening to this,

I failed.

Or he failed, and my fate is sealed.

Okay, Mom, I'm off.

Wait, wait, whoa, whoa. Hey.

When do we get to hear about this project?

You don't. It's stupid. Don't even worry.

Nothing you do is stupid.

I mean it.

Okay, uh... Mom, please. No.

- I have to go. - All right. I love you.

Thank you.

Have a good day.

Thank you!

Lorene will be here any minute.

She's good to work all day.

But...

are you sure you want to sit through these?

Dennis says they're just mostly procedural at this point.

I'm sure.

We should both be there.

Someone has to meet the realtor at the house this afternoon.

We'll reschedule.

We have to get the house listed this month.

We'll reschedule.

I don't know it's necessary for us to be at every deposition.

I do.

Those kids hurt our daughter.

I want to find out what they know.

Hannah and me, we'd have a conversation now and then.

Did you ever date Hannah?

No.

I mean, we had a milkshake once.

It was just a Dollar Valentine's thing.

Hannah didn't take it seriously?

- Objection. - I'll rephrase.

Um, did Hannah ever say anything to you

that might lead you to believe that she did take it seriously?

Not really. I-I think...

I think...

I might have been...

I might have hurt Hannah's feelings...

a little bit.

But I didn't mean to.

Hurt her feelings how?

I thought she wanted to date me.

She didn't.

Are you giving me the silent treatment, or is it the other way around?

Shouldn't it be the other way around?

- I'm just eating breakfast. - You disappeared again.

There are consequences when you disappear.

I didn't disappear, for fuck's sake. I was at a friend's house.

A friend who beat you senseless?

I told you, I wiped out on my bike.

What, did you land on Mike Tyson?

Look who just pulled up outside.

Tony. Good morning.

Good morning.

Thought Tony might like to join us for breakfast.

We can all catch up.

Maybe talk about your depositions tomorrow.

- That would be great. - Tony doesn't have time. Upstairs.

Clay.

Mom, soon. I promise.

Hey, what the fuck happened to your face?

I'll show you.

This couldn't wait till after school?

Copy this tape. I'll get it from you after homeroom.

- I already have copies. - No.

Remember how side "B" was blank?

Yeah.

It's not blank anymore.

She wanted me.

Me.

She was practically begging me to fuck her.

If that's rape, then every girl at this school wants to be raped.

He fucking confessed.

No.

You didn't give him the tapes, did you?

I gave him the gist of his.

I'm assuming you want to make a copy of that to keep your set complete.

And then what?

Sheri texted me last night.

She went to the police herself.

- What happened? - I don't know.

But if she's facing up to it, and we have Bryce's confession...

What about going through the cycle like Hannah wanted?

It's time we stop thinking about what Hannah wanted

and start thinking about what she needs.

And Jessica.

And every other girl who "practically begged" Bryce to fuck her.

I gotta tell you, Clay,

I am not sure that this is the right thing to do,

and even if I was,

I don't know where we stand.

We can't be righteous. We've been sitting on evidence for weeks.

Either we do something now,

or we give it up tomorrow in that deposition.

There are half a dozen kids going in there today.

Who knows what happens with them.

This tape...

This tape blows up the world.

Which is what we should do, don't you think?

Did you consider Hannah a friend?

Not really.

An acquaintance would be more accurate.

Reporter, can you mark this document as Exhibit three.

Can you tell me who this is in this photo?

It's hard to tell.

That's not you in this photo?

I thought we were here to talk about Hannah.

I'm not sure what you're trying to pin on my daughter...

Mr. Crimsen, you're here as a courtesy.

Your daughter is 18.

She can talk about this photo now, or do it in court.

Thank you for meeting me.

You were the only one who tried to tell me the truth.

Are you...

I promised myself that I wasn't going to say

something stupid like "are you okay"

or "how are you doing,"

because, like, how the fuck do you think, right?

But...