One of Us Is Lying

Uh, Cooper?

Hi, welcome to Bayview.

I'm Keely, your designated tour guide.

Nice to meet you.

Um, but I thought someone named Walt

was supposed to show me around.

Oh, nobody told you?

Walt's home sick.

Pneumonia, I think.

- But the officer said that he was on his way.

Yeah, um...

Walt's in Bio, and I'm a terrible liar.

I asked if I could trade tours with him

because I'm sort of a fan, but...

So you're into baseball?

- Well, I have a lot of interests.

On your left, you will see our beautiful lockers,

and to your right--

Oh.

My bad, man. Sorry. Didn't' see you there.

No worries, Cooper.

Wait, have we met?

Your reputation precedes you.

Everyone's talking about the baseball messiah

from Mississippi.

Okay. Who is that?

That was Simon Kelleher,

the mayor's son and Bayview's

resident tech genius slash anti-hero weirdo.

He's like a walking burn book.

Steer clear.

He has a way of knowing everything.

- Hey, bro, have you seen the post about Addy?

Does Simon know about you?

Simon knew everything.

Mom!

I'm gonna fix it. - How?

Look, all I'm saying is,

if you really wanted him to listen,

you could have at least spent some time on your makeup.

Wow, Mom.

- I'm telling you 'cause I love you.

You can't put the genie back in the bottle with just words.

Okay.

- Definitely not with that eyeliner.

- Can you guys believe it about Addy?

I'm honestly worried about her.

I mean, he's obviously gonna break up with her.

And Addy's like one of those little barnacle things

that dies without its host.

Aren't you worried you'll be next?

- No, I'm good. I've got nothing to hide.

Excuse me, please.

Addie, babe, how are...you?

Okay, did that cheating little bitch

seriously just blow me off

when I was trying to offer my sympathy?

Rude.

Addy, are you okay?

You're joking, right?

You expect me to believe it's a coincidence

that you basically forced me to confess my deepest,

most shameful secret, and it got posted

like, what, an hour later?

- You don't really think that we posted it.

- I don't have time for this. I have to find Jake.

Addy. Addy.

I swear-- I swear I never told anybody.

Stop lying.

I know you told Simon.

Why else was your name not in the post?

I would never do that. Never.

Look, that night at the beach,

do you know how long I've wanted that?

Since ninth grade. - What are you talking about?

- Do you remember when we went to Tony Murphy's one night,

and we ended up watching bad telenovelas?

Yeah. So?

- You laughed so hard, soda came out of your nose

and went all over Tony's carpet.

That was humiliating.

No, it was awesome.

You were so free, you know?

And ever since then, I've just wanted

to see you like that again.

To make you laugh so hard that soda comes out of your nose.

You fell for me

when I was vomiting Dr. Pepper out of my nose,

and you just now have the guts to tell me three years later?

- Well, I didn't think I had a chance, dude.

I mean, you were with Jake.

You guys had your whole lives planned--you know,

the house, the kids, the dog.

I mean, but then that night at the beach happened, and...

Look, Addy, I might not have my whole life planned...

But I-I would definitely get a dog with you.

Motherfucker.

- Jake. - It was you?

Jake! Jake!

Jake, stop!

- Oh, my God! - Jake, no!

- Stop, please! - What are you guys even doing?

No, Jake!

Oh!

Hey, hey! Hey, hey, Jake!

Come on, get off of him!

Ahh!

Jake, stop!

Hey, hey, babe.

- Are you hurt? - Are you okay?

Don't.

- No, you're bleeding. - Addy, don't! Get--don't.

Jake...

Is it true?

Fuck, Addy.

God damn it. - No, please let me explain.

- What, explain how you lied to my face,

or how you fucked my best friend?

- Jake, I love you. - No, you don't.

No, you don't.

If you loved me, you wouldn't have done it.

- You bitch. - What?

With my boyfriend?

You guys weren't even together.

Oh, but you knew I liked him.

You like a lot of guys.

- Are you seriously calling me a slut right now?

- No, no, I just-- - You know what, Addy?

Good luck with the rest of your life, honestly.

The principal's coming!

- Vanessa-- - Oh, definitely not.

Mr. Forrester, come with me.

- "It's your lucky day, Bayview.

"Spilling Addy's secret was so fun,

I think I'll give you another one."

- "We all know Bayview's resident bad boy,

"Nate Macauley, deals drugs,

"but did you know he almost dealt a death blow this summer

"when he sold to a junior who OD'd?

"Don't blame the victim, though.

"Nate saw she was drunk on cheap liquor and bad ideas

"and still sold her the pills that almost killed her.

Is this what will finally land him in jail?"

Oh, fuck this.

First Addy, and now Nate?

What if I'm next?

- What could he possibly have on you anyway?

Oh, she's not that perfect.

I mean, this morning, I saw her

recycle a milk carton without rinsing it first.

No--scandalous.

- He could've made something up.

That wasn't Simon's style.

- Since when are you an expert on all things Simon?

I know more than you think.

- Look, even if something did drop,

it's not like anybody will believe

anything bad about you anyway.

You saw how quickly

everyone believed this post about Nate.

- Yes, because he's a drug dealer.

And if you think about it, overdosing and poisoning

aren't that different.

Like, don't you think that maybe he could have done it?

No.

Well, what I mean is,

whoever poisoned Simon had an elaborate plan,

and I don't think Nate can be bothered

to know what he's having for lunch today.

Yeah.

You're early. - Yeah.

Not much else to do. - Yeah.

- You look like you could use this.

I could literally kill

whoever is posting on About That.

- Another thing you might want to keep to yourself.

I think it's Bronwyn.

I know you have a thing for her.

- I think the weed's going to your head.

It happens.

Okay, first of all, rude.

Not my first joint.

Second, you should wear sunglasses,

'cause the way you look at her--obvious.

Third, she's so smart,

she's the only one capable of pulling this whole thing off.

And fourth, she knows my secret.

She knows you, and-- - She wouldn't do that.

How do you know?

I know.

Get a room.

Seriously?

It's just weed, man.

"It's just weed"?

Is that what you told the girl who overdosed?

No, because I sold her pills.

Oh, so it's true?

- She's fine now. - That's not the point.

Who was it, anyway?

- I think she'd rather I didn't tell you guys that.