13 Reasons Why

People talk a lot about what it means to be a member of a team.

Thanks, man.

The brotherhood,

the sense of belonging to something greater than yourself.

Set, go!

Hold the ball! Hold the ball!

Hey, it's going right, it's going right!

Throwing right, throwing right.

It's about fighting together, but it's also about family.

About knowing who will be there for you, always.

And when it's right,

when it's 11 guys working as one, there's nothing like it.

Set, go!

No greater feeling in the world.

-Fuck me, you're heavy. -Hey!

Yeah, man, no wonder Westfield couldn't tackle your ass.

Fuck you guys. My fat ass saved yours, butterfingers.

- Hey! - Ouch!

Lucky I was doubled up all night or else you wouldn't have gotten shit.

-And I thank you. -Dude, that catch? Insane!

You're so getting your dick sucked tonight!

Monty, you wanna do the honors?

You know what? I would. That's how amazing that catch was.

Party at your place, Walker?

-No. -His parents are in town.

-We're hitting the docks. -See you guys.

See ya.

-Great game, Bryce! -Thanks, Mr. Dempsey.

Looking for someone?

No, I, um... I was just... No.

I'm Hannah. We met at Kat's party.

Yes. Yeah, no, I remembered. I-- I was just--

It's cool. Yeah.

Probably all those concussions out there.

Yeah, something like that.

Didn't know you were a football fan.

-My mom made me come. -Oh, okay, okay.

Yeah. She said it'd be good for me to meet people, make some friends.

And now she's off somewhere making friends for herself, and here I am.

Well, at least she's here.

Mine are apparently still in Zurich or wherever the hell it is this week.

Can your parents take mine with them sometime?

Absolutely. I'll talk to them about that.

Good game, man.

-I, uh... I should go find my mother. -Sure. Sure.

Hey, friend.

Let's hang out sometime.

Maybe that's why Hannah pursued me,

because she had never felt that...

that sense of belonging.

Aren't the glasses a bit much?

Yeah, I haven't worn these in, like, forever.

Warren thinks they make him look more empathetic, relatable.

And can't he just be those things?

Look, Warren is the best there is at reading a jury.

Our family's on trial today.

You shouldn't even be in that room, for Christ's sake.

We could've fought off a bullshit subpoena for a rinky-dink lawsuit.

I got this. I spent, like, four hours with Warren and his guys.

- We're good. - Are we good?

The reporters out front didn't seem to think so.

Enough.

The kid doesn't need any more static.

If she doesn't know this happened to her,

she's gonna be destroyed.

And once she does, I'm not gonna be the one

who tells her that the whole world needs to know, too.

They're gonna have to take down Bryce without her.

- He's just going to lie. - Maybe.

But you go up there thinking you'll know what to say,

and then it ends up going another way completely, you know?

Yeah, which is how I know we can't count on them to get Bryce.

Look, if we don't stop this, there will be more Chlöes...

and Bryces...

and Ninas.

Oh, my God.

This is proof, Jessica.

Proof of who Bryce is, who they all are.

Proof that you're not alone.

And that makes it easier?

What, like we're some part of a fucking club?

Jesus, you guys...

Wait, we-- That might be evidence.

Well, it doesn't belong to you.

Aren't you pissed off?

I've made a lot of enemies in this town.

It's Bryce.

-You think so? -Yes.

No, he wouldn't get his hands dirty with this.

But who else would it be?

Bryce has money.

And boys like him, men like him, they have protectors and enablers

and people with lots to lose if they're found out.

Can I come to court with you today?

Okay.

Why are you in this picture?

I'm sure I can't tell you anything worse than what you're imagining.

I don't know.

So far, things have been worse than I ever would've imagined.

What do you want me to say, Clay?

Would you believe nothing happened?

How did you end up in the Clubhouse? I mean, whose jacket is it?

You know I dated Justin.

He said he didn't know about the Clubhouse.

And you believe him?

I don't know. I...

So, what do you wanna hear?

That I dated half the baseball team?

That they got me high and fucked me blind?

I...

I wanna know the truth.

I told you my truth, but you don't believe me.

You say you love me, but you're always willing to believe the worst of me.

Clay Jensen has the rest. They're safe.

I know how much you talk about your story being yours, so...

I thought you should get to decide what to do with this.

Yeah, but the thing is is that this isn't my story.

This is the lie.

That I was into it and having fun, you know?

And I guess I was, you know, until...

But there's no picture of that, is there?

No proof.

You know, maybe if there was, maybe...

maybe I'd be dealing with my shit a little better, right?

Nina, I am so sorry that I said that stuff to you yesterday, honestly.

You were right, though.

I...

I cheated on Garrett with Michael.

-And when you called me out-- -I didn't mean to call you out.

No, but you should have.

I wanted to be strong for you...

to be what you needed, but I'm not.

And I don't think that I ever will be.

Maybe we're just gonna never stop being victims.

You said that Hannah pursued you after that football game

at the beginning of your junior year.

Did it ever turn physical?

Yes. We had kind of an on-again, off-again thing.

So... you had sex more than once?

We did.

So, Hannah initiated this "on-again, off-again thing"?

Yes, she did.

She took me to Hickman's Bridge...

which, honestly, I remember thinking was kind of creepy.

I like the idea that somebody built this thing that holds people up,

helps them get where they need to go.

And yet, one wrong turn...

and you're plummeting down, down, down, splat.

Game over.

Did you take me out here to murder me?

No, I just...

You know, we take it for granted-- life and, like, how precarious it is.

I don't know, coming here, it helps me step out of mine sometimes.

Yeah.

And to remember how precious life is.

Exactly.

How do you mean "it was creepy"?

Well, just the whole bridge thing. Being obsessed with a place like that.

I just wish I had realized it might have been a sign.

And how many times did you go to Hickman's Bridge?

Gosh, I don't know. Um, quite a few.

I guess it kind of became our place.

And what did you do there?

Sometimes we just made out, um, looked at the stars.

Sometimes we made love.

-Are you sure you want to? -I'm sure.

Did things ever evolve into a committed relationship?

Not really.

Did you want it to?

Um, I had a great time with Hannah, but she wasn't really girlfriend material.

Hannah had a reputation.

And she didn't deserve it at all, but you know how kids are.

I was too ashamed to admit that I was having sex with her.

And how did Hannah feel about that?

I think she wanted more.

She would always hang around after football games, after baseball practice...

Isn't it, like, freedom, being on your own, though?

I mean, I think your life sounds amazing.

Yeah, yeah, it mostly is.

That looks good on you.

-Let me get a picture. -Oh, no way. No photos.

Come on! You're so beautiful.

I would probably hide the pipe, though.

You don't want people to think you're a complete stoner.

All right.

So beautiful.

-Unh-unh. -Oh, God, no!

-I don't want to see it. -What?

-I don't want to look at myself. -Seriously?

Because I could look at you forever.

I wanted to be with him forever.

I was in love with him.

Bryce, you said that Hannah wanted a more serious relationship, yes?

Yes.

- Did she tell you so? - She did.

-When? -The night of my party.

And that was the party on September 30th?

Correct.

And what made you think that Hannah wanted something more serious?

Because she told me so.