13 Reasons Why

Seeing Hannah like that, it was surreal.

The only thing that can bring a grown man to his knees.

I felt privileged.

Privileged that this fragile, little thing would trust me

before she knew to trust anything else.

And that I'd get to spend the rest of my life getting to know her.

- I'm sorry. - No. Don't be.

It's perfectly fine to be emotional up there today.

God.

I remember he couldn't stop crying that day.

He cried more than I did.

You were so strong, I think the nurses were more concerned about me.

You were scared. We both were.

Turns out we were right to be.

No, no, don't do that to yourself.

Andy, you were an amazing father from day one.

Look, it's natural to ask yourselves these questions.

But what the jury needs to hear today is how much you loved Hannah,

and how much trust you placed in Liberty High School to protect her.

Well, there's lots of chatter online about Hannah's tapes.

People are worried it's going to affect the trial.

I'm not concerned.

It still doesn't serve the school to admit them into evidence

any more than it does us.

But couldn't it work in our favor?

To have Hannah's story out there in her own words?

Or will it bias the jury against us?

How? How could it do that? To hear what happened to her.

It's a complicated story, Liv.

Ho. Today is gonna suck.

What, you mean, because of...?

It's like the first day of school or something.

But, like, in some weird, alternate universe where, like,

everyone's been talking about me for months.

Uh, yeah, that's surreal.

Hannah was the kind of person that made you want to be better.

The kind of person who left an impression on everyone she met.

Listen, this is weird, right?

Um...

Yeah.

This is about me, isn't it?

Yeah, must be.

Can't believe he'd show up here.

Helmet.

Hate to say I told you so, but...

Or did we just not think this part through?

I'm curious, what happens to Jessica now? Or Alex, or Justin, or you?

Clay, did you not get any of my texts?

My ringer must be off.

Skye? Hey, hello?

Hey, Justin. I'd say welcome back, but kind of shitty timing.

-What do you mean? -I mean about the tapes.

What about the tapes?

Did Clay not tell you?

Maybe he doesn't even know.

-Know about what? -They're out.

Someone posted them online. Everyone listened all last night.

-What? -Yes.

Are you fucking serious?

Jensen, did you know about this?

I, um...

Yeah. I kind of, I guess I knew, but...

-Look, I gotta go. -But--

Jensen. Hey, Clay! The fuck are you going?

We're having a meeting, by the way.

She always saw the best in people, even if they couldn't see it themselves.

But when she walked through those doors at Liberty High,

that's not the girl they made her out to be.

My future is at stake here. What if Harvard finds out?

What happened between you and Hannah shouldn't keep you out of Harvard, Marcus.

You don't know that. This could blow up my entire life!

We'll figure out a strategy when we meet.

Everyone's confirmed. Except... I didn't tell Jessica.

I didn't know what to say to her.

Tell her that there's somebody out here trying to fuck up our lives.

When people looked at Hannah, they saw what they wanted to see.

They made assumptions. They spread rumors.

-Hey, Jess. -Hey.

The hell is wrong with everyone today?

-Shit. You haven't heard? -Heard what?

Maybe we should get out of here. You want to skip school?

Why? What's going on?

-Tell me. -The tapes. They're out.

What?

Oh, my God.

I know. I'm so sorry. This is-- it's so fucked up.

When I think of her walking the halls with those kids...

- Yeah, the ribbon-cutting. - ...those eyes on her...

So, with a giant pair of scissors and all that?

How the fuck else do you cut ribbon, Scotty?

What? I don't know. I've never been to something like this.

Not that big a deal. But bring your appetites.

My dad promised food trucks.

-Oh, hell, yes. -Cool.

- Hey, you're coming today, right? - What? Yeah, no. Totally.

-Yeah. -All right.

Hey! Who did this?

-Get the fuck back here! -Hey, relax. It's fine. It'll come off.

-Just a stupid fucking prank, right? -Dude, that's pretty fucked up.

-Should we do something? -What would we do?

-It's messed up. -I'm not worried about it.

You wanna call it rape, call it rape.

She wanted me. Me.

She was practically begging me to fuck her.

If that's rape, then every girl at school--

Where the fuck did you get that?

What the hell was that?

-Was that you? -Yeah, it was me.

What do you want us to do? Want me to go after them?

How the fuck did this happen?

Someone posted the tapes online.

Last night.

Someone?

- Anonymously. - That's fucked up.

What are you gonna do?

Um...

Uh, I, uh-- I just-- I need to think for a minute.

I should call my dad.

Get off! Fucking let go!

I knew you were a fucking pervert!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, you fucking assholes! Come on!

But even if Hannah couldn't trust her classmates,

she should have been able to trust the school itself,

especially since we'd chosen Liberty

specifically because of their emphasis on safety and support.

So when you enrolled Hannah at the school,

did you ask about their policies regarding bullying?

Explicitly.

We let them know that Hannah had some problems at her previous school.

Girls being mean, that sort of thing,

and we didn't want her to have to go through that again.

And when you asked about those policies, what were you told?

They said they had a zero-tolerance policy,

that they took that kind of thing extremely seriously,

and that she was in good hands.

But then they just stood back and let everything happen.

If the school had just stepped up and paid attention,

then things never would've gone as bad as they did for her.

And she'd still be that same happy, hopeful kid she always was.

I know. Did you hear what he said on the last tape?

Okay, but how could she be dating him if he really did it?

Unless she didn't know.

Chlöe. Hey.

The ribbon-cutting today, I might be late.

-Are you still going? -Yeah.

-Why wouldn't I be? -Okay.

Well, we'll see you later.

-Okay. -Bye.

Here you are.

I was starting to think you were avoiding me today.

What? No!

No, I, uh...

-Actually, I got locked in. -I know.

I had to move the chair.

You don't know why.

I kind of do.

Kind of everyone does.

Oh.

Well, I understand if you change your mind about the movies.

I didn't.

You promised me a date. You're not getting out of it that easily.

Well-- Well, can't you tell Warren to handle it faster?

It's a shit show around here.

I-- Hey, I gotta go.

I heard your confession.

You feeling okay, brother?

-You didn't look so good the other day. -You're going down, Bryce.

How do you see that happening, exactly? Without you going with me?

I will do whatever I have to...

to make you fucking pay.

I'm not gonna pay for a goddamn thing, Justin.

I've got a legal team working for me around the clock.

I've got state fucking senators

that will talk about what a fine citizen I am.

What have you got?

A junkie mom and a deadbeat dad?

Oh, shit. Wait, that's right. You don't even know your dad, do you?

You never met the guy.

You're just a white trash piece of shit, Justin.

Nobody's gonna listen to your truth.

Nobody in this world gives a shit about you.

You've got nothing and nobody.

Hey, Jess.

Yeah, I'm just... Yeah, I'm at home.

Yeah, I had to split.

My mom called me super early.

She got in a fight with Meth Seth, so...

Are you...

okay?

I mean, you were pretty out of it last night.

I mean, we both were.

Huh? Uh...

Yeah, we did.

Do you not...?

Do you not remember?

Shit, yeah, we were both pretty trashed.

Sorry, I mean...

Yeah, you seemed like you were pretty into it last night.

Oh, we must've just both passed out after.