American Vandal

Run!

Thank you. I just dyed it, actually.

Yeah? Why are you running away, like a little bitch?

Ah.

That was bullshit.

Your turn.

[gunfire, explosions, and chattering continue on video game]

Um, will your roommates be out of town, or what?

What's up, Ruff?

-Mac, you still--? -Dylan, what the fuck? Can you get--?

I was changing, Dylan. Knock.

It's nothing I haven't seen before.

I brought you dog food, babe.

Thank you for the dog food.

What? Why did you say, "Home bored"?

- Can you go? -I thought--

Can you just go, Dylan? Please?

Seriously?

Yeah.

Fine.

The school board never had any hard evidence

connecting Dylan Maxwell to the vandalism.

He was a known dick drawer, so, he fit the profile.

They didn't need hard evidence to expel him,

but we needed it to exonerate him.

Will your roommates be out of town, or what?

Dude, what the fuck?

- Hey, Mac, you still--? - Oh, my God. Dylan--

Dylan, you know what that means, right?

She's fucking cheating on me.

That video places you at Mackenzie's at 2:09 p.m.,

which means that you couldn't have drawn the dicks.

That video exonerates you.

She had this the whole time?

Apparently.

Who should we show this to?

Everyone.

We decided to start with Dylan's attorney.

Dylan, how's your mother?

What's up, man? She's chill.

I'm Sam.

- Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

Hi, Mr. Morgan. Peter.

Peter. What you guys got for me?

Right here. Do you know what Twitch is?

No.

Uh, Twitch is a live-streaming app

that lets other people watch you play video games.

Yeah, you can make either private streams or public streams.

This video is a private stream from Mackenzie Wagner's archives.

It says "2:09 p.m., March 15th." It's even geotagged.

Uh, Dylan's in the video.

He could not have been at the parking lot doing the dicks.

See, dude? Told you I was telling the truth.

All right, well, then that's great, guys.

Um, there's video of Dylan playing the game?

He's not the one who's playing the video game,

but he's in the video.

Yeah, you can see him very clearly in the background. Here, I'll show you.

-Whoa! Uh, what is that? - Oh, don't worry. Don't worry.

You've never seen tits before, Dave?

Turn that off. Yeah, I--

Those are minor tits.

No, dude, those are not minor tits.

Okay, stop recording.

It's fine, she's 18.

Stop recording.

Understandably, it took some explaining

for Dylan's attorney to make sense of what he was looking at.

And while he wouldn't let me turn my camera back on,

he did agree that hard evidence like this

would get us an expedited hearing to appeal Dylan's expulsion.

...time-stamp and geotag.

This proves that my client, Dylan Maxwell,

could not have been at the site in question,

on the date in question, at that time.

Allegedly.

This evidence shows that my client is innocent,

and I would respectfully request

that he be reinstated to Hanover High School immediately.

So, um, how have people welcomed you back?

Are, like, people hostile towards you, or are they welcoming of you?

Uh, dude, people are all about me right now.

I walked into school this morning, everyone was like, "Yo, Dylan.

What up, dude? Glad to have you back."

Dylan!

-Victory blunt right now. Tell me about-- -No. Don't pull that shit out right now.

-You're right, you're right. Yeah, yeah. -I'm trying to be good and everything.

Hey, Dylan. It's good to have you back.

Ming, I love you, man.

I missed that guy.

People I didn't know are coming up to me, like, "I missed you, dude." I was like:

"All right. I mean, I don't know you, but..."

-Hey. -Can you draw a dick in my yearbook?

Uh, yeah.

I signed a dick in a girl's yearbook this morning.

You saw that.

I was like, "You want me to draw a dick in your yearbook?

Okay, but..."

But that's probably gonna be worth a shit ton of money in a few years.

Don't forget the ball hair.

Of course not.

Come on.

Never forget.

Shit, you think she was trying to sell that?

'Cause-- Oh, fuck.

Dylan was never the most popular kid in school.

But after his reinstatement he was like a celebrity.

-Everyone was happy to see him. -"Don't forget the hair."

Well, almost everyone.

I really thought I saw him.

I look back and I replay it in my mind, and I... I just thought I saw him.

But there was so much fucking pressure on me to tell them who did it.

I'm definitely worried he's gonna beat me up.

That's definitely my biggest fear right now.

Hey, man.

Look, I'm really sorry how everything... went down.

I really thought it was you, but obviously it... wasn't.

The guy looked just like you, I swear.

Like, this could have happened to anyone. Hundred percent.

I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

I mean, lunch was on the line, and there's just so much fucking pressure.

I swear to God, I did not mean to do this on purpose,

and I would never do--

Someday... we're gonna get even.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even the day after that.

But someday you're gonna get what's coming to you, Trimboli.

Oops. Looks like it was today.

While he was expelled,

Dylan talked constantly about beating Trimboli's ass the next time he saw him.

But fortunately for Alex, Dylan Maxwell had some new resolutions.

I'm not just gonna come in like Old Dylan,

and be fucking around and doing Old Dylan stuff.

I'm a new man. I'm gonna put in 100 percent.

And the teachers are gonna be like... They're gonna be looking at me like...

Like, "Dylan, wow, you're really... Dylan is really... participating."

In 1914, the Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated,

which ignited which incident?

Dylan? All right, which war?

The War of 1812?

No.

You know, I get there, and I'm answering questions,

and, you know, I have a pencil.

You know, I'm actually writing answers on the whiteboard instead of dicks.

And I'm not making whale noises,

and I'm not, you know, pulling my balls out of my waistband,

and being like, "Hey, look at my belt buckle,"

and then they look, and I'm like... Nut.

Okay, everyone has their packets.

Does anyone need a pencil?

Nope. Not me. I brought my own.

I might even bring an extra pencil, just to, like, give to someone,

just to be, like, "Hey, did you forget your pencil?"

Then they'll be like, "Actually, yeah," and I'll be like, "I have an extra one."

And they'll be like... "What the fuck?"

I can't wait to see Shapiro apologize to me.

Like, "Oh, Dylan, I'm so sorry. You know, I didn't mean to accuse you of the dicks."

I'll be like, "Shut up, Shapiro."

You're going to graduate.

That much has been made clear,

so, I guess, to that end, some congratulations are in order.

Thank you.

I'm sorry that I suspected you vandalized the cars.

But let's be honest with each other, Dylan.

You have terrorized me for four years, in and out of this classroom,

and your brother, four before that.

So, yes, I'm sorry that I suspected you vandalized the cars.

I was wrong about that.

But I don't believe I was wrong about you.

So, good luck to you, Mr. Maxwell.

You know, I couldn't wait to shove my acceptance letter in Shapiro's face,

but, uh... got a letter from Boulder.

Said they regret me to inform me

they will not be able to offer me admission.

And that I should apply for January.

Did you think that you were gonna get in?

I mean, I was on the wait list, so, yeah, I thought I was probably gonna get in.

But... I guess now I have to stay in fucking Oceanside.

Like my brother.

Hey.

Can we talk?

Look, I fucked up.

Yeah.

And no matter what you think,

I just want you to know that I am sorry. Okay?

I should have given you the video when I know it could have gotten you off.

I...

Look, I just want you to know that I didn't mean to.

Okay? I was...

I was embarrassed, and... I didn't wanna hurt you.

Right after we had just gotten back together again.

And I wish I could take it back, but I can't.

I didn't get into Boulder.

I'm sorry, Dylan.

Hey, at least you tried, right?

Yeah, but, you know, that was the plan. We were supposed to go together.

I mean, Boulder was always a bit of a stretch for you.

Right?

Long-distance relationships are tough.

I mean... we could try to make it work, but...