13 Reasons Why

Get him!

Yay, fight!

-Leave him alone! -He called me a swear word.

He's wearing the same clothes as yesterday and he smells.

You're a dick.

Hey, man. Here.

I can take care of myself. You wanna go? Right now.

Nah.

-Where's your lunch? -Already ate it.

Out of the trash can!

Shut up! I did not!

Want a sandwich?

No.

Marisa made turkey. I hate turkey.

Not hungry.

Come on, take the sandwich. And I'll take half your Twinkies.

I don't got Twinkies.

Hey, those are mine!

And now they're his.

I don't need you to stick up for me.

I know. I just wanted a Twinkie.

Bryce and I have been friends since the third grade.

And friendship,

it can be this really powerful thing.

-The fuck are you two doing? -Just hold on.

He's gonna keep doing it. We have to stop him.

-Not like this. -I'm calling the cops.

Just shut the fuck up and hold on, Bryce!

It's never gonna get any better. You were right to run away.

No, I wasn't.

That's why you came and got me, remember?

-For Jess, for Hannah. -Hannah wants him dead.

No, I don't think she does.

I don't think she wants to keep seeing people get hurt.

I don't. Okay?

This is fucking ridiculous.

You're gonna go back inside

and you're gonna pour yourself another glass of whiskey,

and you're gonna forget that we were ever here, got it?

I heard they just filed for another additional witness.

That wouldn't be you by any chance, would it?

You should be more scared than you are, Justin.

Bryce, I've got nothing left to lose.

That makes me the dangerous one.

What the fuck?

What is it?

We're being followed.

Are you sure?

We'll lose him.

-Dude, it's a Prius. -And I'm a fucking awesome driver.

And friendship is complicated.

You find yourself doing things you never thought you'd do.

We're clear.

What the hell was that?

Probably the person fucking with all of us.

-Bryce. -It wasn't his car.

Well, one of his boys.

Because you're testifying. Tomorrow.

You... You're really gonna do it, right?

Yeah.

Because friendship, you commit to it.

Alex?

No matter what.

Alex!

Alex!

What? I'm awake.

Oh.

- Hey, guys. - "Hey, guys"?

-Did you not hear us pounding on the door? -I don't know. I must've fallen asleep.

Alexander Dean Standall.

What is this?

Do you know the damage these things can do to your health?

The only damage they do is to the roof of your mouth, Mom.

Well, we're back to a healthy breakfast.

Zach, you're welcome to join.

What's the big emergency?

This is what I woke up to this morning.

12:12 a.m. "Someone gave me a bullet."

12:13 a.m. "Someone gave me a gun."

12:37 a.m. "I figured it all out."

You can't fucking text shit like this to a person and then fall asleep.

Okay, I couldn't explain more because my thumbs got tired.

The last time you didn't respond to my texts or calls, you...

I know.

So, what the hell is going on?

I know who's messing with us.

But I don't know where he is.

Good morning.

-Hey, Mom. -Hey, Mrs. Jensen, Mr. Jensen.

What the hell happened to you two?

-It was a fight. -Sports.

Mine... mine was a fight and his was sports.

I told Dad yesterday. PE.

If someone's hurting you, we need to know what's going on.

Wait, wha-- What are you doing here?

Well, um, I want to apologize

that, uh, an argument that was largely between your father and me

had the impact it did on the family.

And on you, Justin.

It wasn't fair.

I feel like I came here and messed everything up, so--

-No. No, it's not-- -Justin, that's not what happened.

You didn't.

So, you just... You're back?

I'm back.

And I need to speak to Justin privately.

After breakfast.

I heard last night that you're going to testify today.

And while I like Dennis Vasquez very much, he does not represent your interests.

I wanna make sure that you understand everything that's at stake for you

before you testify.

What do you mean? What's at stake?

Clay, I don't want us to have secrets, but if I'm going to help Justin,

that has to be between the two of us... for now.

If he chooses to tell you after we talk, that's up to him.

Can you trust me?

For now.

- Well, what did she tell you? - Nothing important.

Just walked me through how the day's gonna go.

-What did she say was at stake? -Mostly everything you already know.

Damn it.

-Do you know how to tie a tie? -Yes.

I'm just nervous, okay?

Oh, I guess...

...doing this sober is a lot harder than I thought it'd be.

And, you know, I'm gonna have to say stuff about me and Hannah.

Stuff that you don't... you don't know.

We-- We didn't. We never had sex or anything like that.

There's just more to the story.

I don't want you to start hating me again.

Who said I stopped?

Just don't lose your shit, okay?

Man, you really freaked me out last night.

Where'd you get the gun?

I borrowed it from a friend.

Well, give it back.

Yeah. No, yeah, for sure.

Jesus, how do you not know how--?

I've seen you in a tie. Last year at the winter dance.

Bryce used to tie them for me.

I never really learned how.

I like the way you're taking care of Justin.

He really is just a sweet, injured boy.

Yeah, and girls are suckers for that.

You know, we're also suckers for the angry, vengeful hero types.

I was gonna kill him, Hannah.

I was ready to.

But is Justin right?

Is that not what you want?

I want you to forgive me.

But maybe that's the one thing in the world you won't do for me.

Your parents said we could drive together.

And they'll be right behind us in one of the other Priuses.

Jensen.

Look, I promise you, there's no box of pictures or anything like that.

This is just fucking Zach making shit up to make me look bad.

-What happened that night? -It was your idea to have an audience.

No one forced you to get stoned out of your mind.

I even warned you not to hit that shit.

What about Hickman's Bridge?

-I thought that was our place. -Is that why you walked out?

Jesus. Chlöe, seriously?

It's not like I grill you about every guy you hooked up with before me, do I?

-Where's the trust? -What was I supposed to do?

Not walk out. Not testify against me.

You thought that was gonna make you feel better?

Do you really think anyone's gonna trust you after that?

Okay, time for disciplinary matters.

If we're going to establish a pattern of behavior,

your testimony needs to contradict his claim

that he's never forced himself on another student.

Okay.

It all comes down to whether the jury believes you, so...

Ms. Struhl is gonna do whatever she can to discredit you on the cross.

She's gonna bring up everything. Do you understand?

-Yeah, I understand. -Justin, you can't do this halfway.

If you leave them any room to doubt you, they will.

Bryce fooled them yesterday.

Yeah, I'll do my best, Mrs. Baker.

Has someone threatened you about your testimony?

The bruises on your face, did Bryce do that?

No.

Are you afraid of him?

Not a goddamn bit.

-What the fuck did you do, man? -Whoa, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

-This is wrong. -What?

Now they'll know we're not weak. It's totally punk, right?

It's not punk. It's-- It's fucking stupid!

-We're in so much trouble right now. -Who cares? Fuck the system.

"Fuck the--" My dad is gonna kill me.

He won't. Your dad's cool.

-Not with me getting expelled. -Okay, so we'll get expelled together.

It doesn't have to stop us.

Stop us from doing what?

From bringing down the system.

Those guns? I have more.

We can really make shit happen.

Like you said, we can end those motherfuckers.

Dude, that was just me saying shit. That was just me talking, man.