I Know What You Did Last Summer

I'm sure you're sitting there right now

thinking you know who you are.

Who your friends are.

I thought I knew.

I was wrong.

What I knew were the faces we put on

that we wanted other people to see.

The faces of who we wanted to be.

I think we even convinced ourselves

it was who we really were.

It was easier that way.

I'm not saying we didn't do fucked-up shit.

I mean, who doesn't?

But you get over it.

Because you're friends.

You don't sit around all day

asking yourself who you really are.

If you do, you're lying.

You have no fucking idea.

Until something happens.

Something that makes you question

everything.

That forces you to face the depth and darkness

in everyone you ever loved.

And shows you how far you'll go to keep those parts hidden.

- - Come on!

Something that makes you realize...

...you can never really know anyone.

Least of all, yourself.

Lennon.

- There you are. - Hey, Dad.

I was getting worried.

- Oof. -

Here, I got it. You look great.

Yeah. You, too.

How was the drive?

It was fine. It was just driving.

I still don't understand why you didn't let me

pick you up at the airport.

I just needed a minute.

You had the whole year.

- Yeah, well, I'm here now. -

Who's that?

It's Margot.

I'm sure she's excited.

She hasn't seen you since last summer.

I know.

Text her back, then come to the restaurant.

Harold made your favorite luau stew.

Just let me put my stuff away.

Hurry up. Everyone missed you.

- Hey, Len? - Hmm?

It's gonna be okay.

You're back.

Hey, Courtney.

Um...

How's-how's Riley?

It's Thursday.

I clean in here on Thursdays.

Oh, right. Well, um...

I'm sure my dad will be okay if you miss this one.

As long as I get paid.

Johnny!

Well, fuck it.

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. Yeah!

Hey, congratulations!

Dylan.

Don't you ever get bored of this shit?

It's Mortal Kombat.

Come on.

I need to do business.

Okay. Thanks, Kira.

Everyone so wishes they were us right now.

- Yeah, I fucking wish I was us. -

Want to have fun with your friends?

No, they're not my friends.

Come on, Alison. It's graduation night.

Your sister's here.

Have fun. Smile.

What, so I can look like Lennon?

I didn't say that.

- - Bruce. Finally.

Come in.

Together forever.

Or at least till tomorrow. When I leave for fucking college.

Time and space are irrelevant in the age of social media.

Can't believe it's over.

Let's blow shit up.

Exactly.

There's my fucking sister.

Hot. Want me to tag you?

Whatever.

Hey, Lennon. Congrats on being valedictorian.

Gonna miss you!

Thanks, girl. And congrats on Berkeley.

Connor, hi.

Aw. I'm gonna miss that pretty face.

Johnny!

Get over here, my stunning queer king.

Ally!

Hi.

I see you and Margot

- are BFFs again. - No, no.

- She's a cunt. - So are you.

I can't believe you left without me.

Well, I told you I was going.

Look, I had to drive with Dad.

Okay, but this fit, this is not pussy-popping attire.

- Stop! - I'm just saying.

Come on. Off.

Come on.

Come on, let's go make you look pretty.

Ooh. Dick appointment, 12 o'clock.

Everybody knows that you are deep into movies.

- What the fuck is wrong with you? - Hey.

Sorry.

Aw.

She's shy tonight.

You want to bouncy-house?

- Sure. - Oh, um...

did you get my cereal?

Prescription strength. Have fun.

You know me.

I thrive on a balanced breakfast. Thanks, Riri.

Do you want to watch them pee, too?

You're disgusting.

Dude, you've known that since second grade.

Come on. Let's bouncy-house.

Last time I was in a bouncy house, I'm pretty sure I puked.

Remember when you puked all over Johnny

during Seussical: The Musical?

Ah, bruh, gonna miss you.

- You, too. - Look absolutely ratch.

Retake.