Wayward

Laura, if we'd met when we were 15, do you think we would've been friends?

I think I would've just copied your homework and corrupted you.

Were you really that bad?

Yes.

I want to know everything about you.

Well, you know how I feel.

And feelings are facts.

Dad?

Get in the car, Laura. Come. Quick.

-What are you doing here? -It's for your own good. Come with us.

-Laura, you need help. -Get off me!

-Alex? -Come on!

-Go! Get in the car, please! -Alex, I don't want to go! Alex!

My dear, I'm sure you've heard. We found her.

Now, how on earth are you holding up?

I just feel like I'm in a… a swamp.

Well, you could do worse. Swamps are beautiful ecosystems.

I don't know what to do.

What if this isn't right for her?

In addition to trespassing and attempted kidnapping,

we found cocaine and a stolen passport on her person.

Now, I don't want to have to surrender her to the police.

You deserve to have your little girl back, and we can do that for you.

I could reverse-mortgage the house or…

Rent it out, maybe?

You brave, brave woman.

Now, I'll just transfer you over to the accounts department,

where they'll button all this up.

You're gonna regret that.

I can't wait for you to meet the new you.

Once upon a time, a father saw, to his horror,

that an eagle was resting on his sleeping baby.

The father drew his bow and shot an arrow at the eagle.

But the arrow struck the baby instead, killing it instantly.

This is your daily reminder, the sense of ownership

our parents feel over us risks causing us deadly harm.

Enjoy the day!

There you are. Just got my room. How long do we have to talk?

Free time's ten minutes today.

'Kay, ten minutes to plan an entire escape. Cool.

All they have here is Evelyn's book, Breaking the Pattern.

Not a single John Grisham or Joan Didion.

Hello? Dude, I came to bust you out, not join a book club.

'Kay. I wanna get outta here just as bad as you do.

Believe me. But you haven't seen what I've seen.

This isn't a normal school.

There's some weird shit going on here.

We have to be careful.

I don't know. Maybe we just play their game for a while.

If we make it to Break Phase, then we'll get more privileges.

'Kay? We might only get one shot at this, dude.

We have to be smart, like Pierce Brosnan in Thomas Crown Affair.

Okay. Fine.

God, I need a smoke.

Here.

Chew on this.

How you doin'?

I know. I know. You want to get amongst it.

-Yeah. -It's not personal, all right?

It's just protocol.

-No, I know. I know. -You're doing important desk work.

Someone has to help us digitize.

You, my friend, are bringing us into the 21st century.

Brian Wellington.

Booked for stealing his neighbor's compost.

He said it was for his worm farm.

He's an odd fella. You'll meet him.

Can't wait.

-Terry. -Hmm?

Did this building used to be a school or something?

Oh yeah. Way, way back.

-Terry, question for you. -Yeah?

Who should I talk to about, uh, stationery in the office?

Me.

And if anyone says differently, um, they are complicating a system

that I have refined to perfection.

-Mm-hmm. -What's the problem? What do you need?

It's my stapler. I ran out of staples yesterday.

Okay. I'll, um, check the stockroom, and I'll monitor the situation.

Great.

-Hey, Dempsey? -Yeah.

-Thanks for trusting me with this. -Course. Thank you, Terry.

Our shame… can be formless.

But if you build it, and if you give your shame a shape,

you can control it.

Is that a penis?

That's disgusting.

Put that away.

Ew!

Hey, Leila. Um, I'm Rory.

How do you know my name?

You're the only person who's ever broken into Tall Pines.

You, like, kidnapped yourself here. You're kinda famous.

Cool. Thanks, Rory.

Hey, celebrity is really a double-edged sword.

My dad's famous, so I get it.

M'kay, I'll bite. Who's your dad?

Oh, well, we're not supposed to talk about our lives outside of Tall Pines.

But you'd know him.

He's a really big musician.

And an award-winning actor, and he's a semi-professional skateboarder.

Sounds like bullshit.

Nah, I think Rory's decent. He did tell me about a kid that escaped.

Really? So it can be done.

'Kay, but he planned for months.

And we're gonna need supplies, or we won't make it far.

-Money, food… -Okay. How we gonna get all that?

Oatmeal Beth.

Oatmeal Beth?

Yeah, dude. She's legendary.

She doles out tampons and ChapSticks and stuff, but I think she can get more.

-Next. -Why do they call her Oatmeal Beth?

Look.

Mm-hmm.

She trades for oatmeal packets, but I don't know if we can trust her.

Next.

Oh shit. Yeah. She's totally running an oatmeal racket.

Maybe she could get us some hiking shoes if we get her enough packets.

Next.

Easy. Hey! Give me your oatmeal tomorrow, or else.

Oh, sorry about that, kind sir.

Just ignore her. She's on oatmeal withdrawal.

-You know those junkies. -Next.

-What? -You have to be chill.

You can't trust anyone here. They're all rats.

We have to be… Well, we have to be…

Pierce Brosnan.

Dwayne, I need to talk to you.

-Yeah. What's up? -I found these.

Okay. Breanna Jacobs, 17.

Goes missing from Tall Pines Academy in 1994.

Still missing.

Um…

Tim Gower, 15.

The school tells his parents that he runs away in 1996.

Still missing.

I… I found 18 missing kids from this school, Dwayne,

all of whom tried to run away, exactly like Riley.

Alex, sit down.

Okay.

This is my understanding.

Long as I've been here,

kids have been takin' off from that place in the night,

trying to get their next fix

or get back to some girlfriend or boyfriend.

Nine out of ten times,

they wind up comin' back when they realize they're safer in school.

Every once in a while, they just sort of, um…

You know, evaporate into the world.

"Evaporate into the world"?

-What does that mean? -All right.

Let's see this, um… Okay, yeah.

Aaron Wilds.

I remember this kid.

Aaron was a junkie.

Lasted about six months in Tall Pines, and then he high-tailed it into the woods.

We searched for days.

Feared for the worst.

Then this kid gets spotted in a homeless shelter in Portland.

He turned 18. Not a minor anymore.

Missing? Well, not exactly. He just didn't want to be found.

Eighteen runaways in two decades.

I say it could be worse.

I mean, how many kids went missing in Detroit last year?

Yeah.

-Probably a lot. -Yeah, probably a lot.

-I'm sorry. I'm… I'm obviously-- -Hey. Hey. Don't be.

You care. That means you're not dead inside.

Just enjoy the rest while you can 'cause soon you're gonna have a kid,

and you'll be desperate for a moment to do nothin'.

I should probably ask you for some parenting advice.

Oh, yeah. Donny. Um…

Great kid. No thanks to me.

Come on. Look how happy he looks.

Yeah, we built that cabin together.

-I'll take you there sometime. -Oh. That'd be great, yeah.

Hey!

What the fuck are you doing?

None of your business.

So, what are you tryin' to buy with those?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Whatever. It's your funeral.

You're stupid if you think you can trust Oatmeal Beth.

She turned 18 months ago.

She chooses to stay here.

She's been here so long, her soul is oatmeal.

Nuh-uh, not in there.

They search during Hot Seat. Hide 'em in a common area.

You've barely said two words to me since I got here.

-Why are you suddenly trying to help me? -I'm not.

If they find those, we're both in trouble,

so hide them somewhere they can't trace back to me.

Okay.

Thanks, Ello.

Wait, what's Hot Seat?

Rory. What is this?

Just pray nobody's got any dirt on you.

"We come into this world, blameless as a breeze and sweet as honey."

"Let us beat away the intervening years with ruthless clarity."

That's an excerpt from my book.