Get Even

-Margot. -Hey.

Come on, you've got to see this.

What's this?

It's for the memorial, apparently.

Isn't it a little...?

Don't get me started. Hey, guys!

Guys!

Just...

Come on. No.

Just...no.

-What's up? -Look.

-This isn't your gig. -Well, technically, it is our first gig.

I'm kind of nervous about it, actually.

Right, OK, but it's for a dead student.

So maybe choose something less...painful.

But death is pain.

It's, like...the most pain.

Amazing, isn't it?

Might get popcorn.

Thanks.

I've been trying to get hold of your dad, but he's not answering.

I'm shocked.

So we called your second point of contact instead.

Hi, Bree.

You still haven't been able to explain how

one of your origami cranes ended up in Ronny Kent's house.

I always make cranes. Maybe Ronny found one and took it home.

We'd like to show you something.

What can you tell us about that?

Rex made fun of a ginger kid, so DGM got him back.

Or so I heard.

How about this?

Welcome to Bannerman Independent School,

a breathtaking establishment which sits in 100 acres of...

To be or not to be.

It's our positive values that drive us.

You get the gist.

It's funny,

whenever DGM strike, we seem to be able to link it to you.

How's that?

Well, for example, when a student had his hairspray switched

with pink dye, you apparently had a dentist appointment,

though we can't seem to find any record of that.

It's a family friend. It's kind of unofficial.

A lot of DGM's pranks need an access to certain rooms in Bannerman.

Mrs Baggott, I assume, you have a key card.

I do, yes.

How long would you say you've known Mrs Baggott for, Bree?

A long time.

So I suppose, theoretically, you would have access to that key card.

The prospectus came from a scrambled IP,

which means whoever did it is very technically savvy.

I know squat about computers, so should I just go?

We've been going back and forth.

You know, is DGM one person, two people, a team?

See, it's possible that whoever DGM is, or are, they started out

with good intentions, in dyeing a bully's hair pink. It's quite funny.

But, somewhere along the way, it got out of hand, didn't it?

And they ended up in a bad place.

A hashtag isn't going to convince anybody

that DGM did not kill Ronny.

We can get a warrant out for your house, if we have to, Bree.

But it'll be much easier for you if you cooperate.

Go ahead.

-My room's a mess. -You don't seem like a bad person.

Be honest.

Are you DGM?

We'll be closing this for now.

Mr Derringer, we tried to contact you.

Either charge my daughter, or this is over.

Told you.

You were really hardcore back there.

"Charge my daughter, or this is over!"

You OK?

I think I'm just going to head up.

Lie to the police,

but do not lie to me!

Ugh!

What did the police say?

-Did you tell them anything that could...? -What, drop you guys in it?

I just sent them your addresses

and copies of the messages that we send to each other.

She doesn't know anything.

She kind of thinks that I'm DGM and wants to search my house, but...

She thinks what?!

-See? I told you. -They don't have anything.

They found this paper crane that I left at Ronny's.

-What? -That doesn't prove anything, so chill!

We think you need to take a step back.

You're kicking me out?!

No, but we can't afford to be reckless right now.

-You don't trust me, that's what this is. -It's not your fault.

You couldn't have known Ronny's place would be a crime scene, it's just...

Why would you leave a crane in a house that you broke into?!

What she means is, eyes on you means eyes on us.

Just lay low a bit, until things calm down.

Fine. Whatever.

Bree, wait.

New burner.

What are you doing here?

Wasting my dad's hard-earned money?

You?

I thought...

You were taken yesterday by the police. Why did they let you go?

Because I haven't been charged with anything, you moron.

Are you OK?

Sleeping all right?

Oh, come on, Rex. You've got to be on top of things.

Your ego won't overinflate itself.

No, but they have evidence.

-I know that you left the... -Rex!

Can I have a word?

Sure.

Jeez! Watch where you're going!

Rex knows about the crane.

What?! How?

Maybe it was him I heard in Ronny's house that night.

Misra was speaking to him earlier and we don't know what he was saying, so...

-I'm on it. -Thanks.

The thing is, at this point in the play,

you're meant to be sympathetic.

The audience are supposed to like you.

-What are you trying to say? -Margot!

-Er, run lines with me? -I'll do it.

Er, no. It's OK. Don't... Sorry, I just kind of need Margot.

-Right, as I was saying... -I'm so bored of listening to this.

That's why your performance isn't getting any better.

-Where from? -Er, act four, scene one.

-I'll comfort to your grace. -Pray thee, why dost though...?

Rex was in the house that night.

Your elder brother, the Lord Ferdinand,

is come to visit you and send you word.

What do you mean?

At his pleasure.

Take hence the lights.

I mean, he knows about the crane!

Enter Ferdinand.

Where are you?

Here, sire.

He was there at the same time that we were.

This darkness suits you well.

We need to give the police evidence that they can't ignore. How?

Er, I mean... I would ask your pardon.

You have it, for I account it the honourablest revenge where

I may kill to pardon.

I'll hack into Ronny's Wi-Fi router.

I'll know if Rex was there that night and if he was, we got him.

Um... Whom?

God, you really are a genius, aren't you?

Margot! Come down here! One sec.

What?

-Logan. -You didn't tell me you were going out?

You also didn't tell me you had a boyfriend.

Mum!

It's not exactly.

Yeah, I was just passing

and I thought maybe you wanted a lift to the...

-To the gig. -Oh. I wasn't going to...go.

Hold on.

Give me five.