13 Reasons Why

Zach, I wrote you a letter.

I poured my heart out, opening up about personal things

I hadn't had the courage to admit to anyone.

How hard life was getting. How lonely I felt.

I keep to myself mostly.

I don't always tell people things. I'm not good with...

Zach?

...like, drama.

You look good. Very sharp.

You ready for this?

Yeah, I'm all ready. Yeah.

I learned pretty early on not to rock the boat.

-You'll do great. -To stay in my lane.

You're a good boy. The best son a mother could have.

Don't worry, Mom. It'll be fine.

Don't worry about it.

Okay? He'll be back.

He's sick as hell. He can't go to the city.

He's got no money, no car.

Clay, I'm on your side, okay?

We'll figure this out.

Thank you.

-Can-- Can I trust you? -Always.

Do you have any idea where at school these might have been taken?

No, I... I don't recognize it.

-Wait, is that...? -Bryce.

Wow.

Yup.

I try not to be a bully.

Mr. Baker!

- I try not to be a victim. - What do you expect from today?

We firmly believe that our daughter deserved better

and that the school... the school could have done more.

We don't let ourselves forget that. That's how we keep ourselves going.

- We're in this together. - Mr. Baker, one more question.

We're in this together.

- Thank you, sir. - Thank you.

Olivia, everything okay?

Just hope that dumb kid tells the truth in there today.

Liv, this time, we have actual proof

that Hannah told the school that she was hurting.

She wrote that note in class. They did nothing. We're right on this one.

- It's a win. - I agree.

And it is so good to see you both here.

Though, if I may say,

now that we're playing you're a united front,

it is helpful to hold hands for the press.

We're not... playing at anything.

It's a tough line to walk.

So this bullying that you just mentioned,

do you feel pressure to join in when you see it happening?

- Yes, sir. - What type of bullying do you see?

Well, sometimes it's obvious and sometimes it's not.

Sometimes a kid gets roughed up.

A lot of the times, though,

it's just stuff that people say.

Especially athletes.

So, what type of stuff do you say?

We brag about things that we do with girls, like...

uh... sexually.

Even when they're not true. And sometimes that can get around.

And who's saying these things?

Lots of kids.

It's a tough school.

Three weeks before you went to the hospital, you received the tapes.

Do you remember how?

At school?

No, they were mailed to you.

On tape five, Hannah talks about running into you and Jessica at the winter formal.

Remember what she said about you two?

That we looked good together?

No. You weren't at the dance with Jessica. You just talked to her there.

Well--

-Did you-- Have you been studying? -Yes, I've been fucking studying.

Clay, I've listened to the tapes, like, four times.

I don't even know if the doctor's gonna ask me any of this today.

I went online.

Some doctors tested Marines that had TBI with dates and memory questions

to see if they could continue serving.

I'm not a fucking Marine, Clay. I shot myself in the head.

Mr. Porter is out this morning.

I'm Ms. Paul, and we're going to be watching a very interesting film.

Human Centipede?

Well, no. It's not a nature film.

It's, uh...

It's about life after high school, and how it gets better.

That's great, but what the hell are we supposed to do until then?

I superglued the DVD player shut.

So now we wait to see how long it takes her to figure it out.

Dude, come on, celebrate me.

My neighbor saw us shooting.

-So my dad's calling your dad. -Shit.

But now he wants to take us shooting.

So, wait, we're getting in trouble for shooting guns,

so they're taking us to go shoot guns?

Essentially, yeah.

Do adults think these things through?

-I know, but-- -No, dude, I'm there.

-Fuck, yeah. -Yeah, cool.

All right. Who is good with electronics?

-This silent treatment gonna last all day? -What do you want me to say, Kev?

I was glad to bail you out of jail and wait two hours at the impound?

You said that I should use the time that I have left to do the most good.

Take care of those kids.

And how is assaulting a drug dealer taking care of those kids?

He all but put a price tag on Justin Foley's head.

And what happened to the back window, hmm?

It-- It must have happened during the fight.

-I mean, we'll-- we'll get it fixed. -It's not about the car.

It...

Look, I'm proud of you, Kev.

Fighting for these kids, doing whatever you can, I get it.

But, baby, there's glass in Mason's car seat.

I want you to do you.

But what if someone from the school finds out what happened and you get fired?

They won't, all right?

-And what if you get hurt next time? -There won't be a next time.

I promise. Okay?

So...

I'm obsessed with this new life you're leading.

But can I ask you about your old cheerleading days?

Sure.

You ever heard of a place called The Clubhouse?

It's a place where jocks hung out maybe.

No, it doesn't sound familiar.

Anything else you know about it?

Apparently, Hannah went there with an athlete, possibly Justin,

-long after they broke up. -Are you serious, Ryan?

You're really trying to dig up dirt on Hannah?

No, I wasn't. I'm interested.

Yeah, well, your interest tends to end up in your zine.

I would never. I... I was just...

You're right.

I'll drop it.

It is especially tough on girls.

It was for Hannah.

To your knowledge, neither Mrs. Bradley nor...

any Liberty faculty took any action once this anonymous note was read aloud?

Not to my knowledge, no.

So a note expressing interest in suicide was read aloud in class,

and faculty members ignored it?

- Objection. Asked and answered. - Sustained.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Hey, Kevin. How you doing, buddy? How's that new class going?

-It's all good, thanks. -Good. Glad to hear it.

Just helps keep your head down and, you know, focus on work

when things get a little messed up, you know.

Like last night.

I'm sorry?

I got a buddy I went to high school with,

and, uh, he's one of the lieutenants at the station there.

-He called me when they brought you in. -It was a misunderstanding.

You know, look, we've all been there, you know?

And apparently, they got that dealer guy there, like, once a week.

But, look, I vouched for you, and he said that they'd all make it go away.

-I see. -I'm just gonna keep this between us.

So, yeah, I spent the entire night in my own bed,

and my dad only stayed for half of it.

Yeah, I mean, that is everything.

Too easy to get sucked back in to old shit. I can handle it now.

Hey, what's up? Uh... Do you know Michael?

-Hi. -Hey. Michael.

- So what did your doctor say, Alex? - I'm sorry, I tried.

- But they're not gonna let me testify. - Shit.

Did the doctor say why?

Justin.

Hey, Jess.

I missed you.

-Can we go somewhere else to talk, alone? -No.

I came back for you.

It's the only reason why I'm here.

If you want me to stay,

I promise you I'm here for good.

Look, if you want me to go, I'll go.

Forever, this time.

-You said that before. -I...

I tried to go away.

I tried to forget about you. I...

I tried so fucking hard.

But I can't stop thinking about you.

Yeah, I think about you, too.

And I wish you were dead.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you more.

You.

Justin!

- Justin. - Justin, wake up.

-Justin. Justin. -Wake up. Wake up. Justin.

Fuck.

-Yeah, we gotta get him back to my house. -No, I can't do this anymore.

-Okay? I'm out. -What do you mean you're out?

-There is no "we," okay? -What the fuck is up with you?

-We gotta get him out of here. -Yeah.

Come on, Justin. Use your legs. Use your legs.

Did you know he was back?

No, no, we really didn't know.

What does it matter to you? Why do you fucking care if Justin's back?

Because, clearly, you do.

I don't fucking care. You don't know how I feel.

Yeah, you're right. I don't.