One of Us Is Lying

- They say even the bravest wild cat hunts

with their head down, stalking its prey.

Killing its quarry when they're at their most vulnerable.

Out there in the field last night,

our Wildcats didn't just murder Dana Point,

we slaughtered them!

Whoo! Hey!

Too soon? Yeah, I--I get it.

Well, uh,

the last few weeks have been a total nightmare, guys.

But we will be the disco mirror ball

that shines the way forward.

Who's ready to party? Hey!

Oh, and if you forgot to vote

for our homecoming king and queen, too late.

The results are being tallied right now.

Thank you.

Hey, welcome back, TJ. Hi.

- Hey. - Hey.

- That was amazing. - Thank you.

Any word from Addy? - Still nothing.

- I know she's not on squad anymore,

but skipping the homecoming game is not like her.

I'm kind of worried.

- Yeah. I'll--I'll be right back.

Again, why are we doing this?

- Because mom and dad think you looks a lot less

like a murderer all dressed up and smiling for the cameras.

- They overestimate the power of this dress.

- B, do I really have to tell you that it's your senior year?

You don't want a few good memories

before the inevitable court proceedings?

- Not funny, Maeve. - Okay, fine.

No more jokes about you potentially going to prison.

Say, "Not guilty!"

- This is a circle of hell even Dante never imagined.

Time to party, losers.

Oh, Bronwyn Rojas with the little sister sympathy date.

Ew, what a stunt queen.

- Everywhere these people go turns into a shit show.

At least Addy had the decency not to come

to the game last night. - Ugh.

Wait, is that...?

You look cute.

Also, next time I text the group chat,

don't you dare leave me on read.

- Seriously, though, we need to talk.

- Okay, you want to tell me why we're meeting a few feet away

from the entire fucking school?

- Someone was at the water park last night stalking me,

like, inside the park, following me,

and none of you were there. - What? Who?

Are you okay? - Barely.

- And they followed you to Murder club?

We really need a rebranding.

- If Nate hadn't finally shown up,

I'd be taking selfies with Jesus right now.

- I wanted to hear what she had to say.

You guys might wanna hear it too.

- I know who posted our secrets to About That.

- What? - Who?

Right on cue.

My art.

- Vote for us for homecoming courts

if you wish to come to my after-party.

Does he have your vote?

Comes with an invitation to get roofied at his pool party.

That is a hard pass.

Also, does nobody see the irony in voting for a monarchy?

History teachers at this school are failing us.

- Democracy sucks. - Right.

- After all, he is most likely to end up in Washington

representing California's 48th congressional district.

- Weren't you friends with this guy?

- Well, to be fair, he was always an asshole.

Then one summer, he got abs,

and I draw the line at an asshole with abs.

You drew the line?

- You know, there should really be some sort of public database

for these charlatans.

Expose these entitled assholes for who they really are.

- Yeah, there should be an app for that.

Well, now, there's an idea.

You know what? We should go to Homecoming.

- Whoa, no. - Together.

No, Simon, I can't,

'cause I have to gouge my eyes out that night.

And I'm serious.

- We could get some inspiration for this app idea.

- You little fucked up "Gossip Girl" wannabe.

"Gossip Girl"? Wow.

You are gay.

- And you fucking ruined our lives.

Why should we listen to her?

Just hear her out, please.

Tell them about the messages.

- Yeah, I posted your secrets, but that's it.

Somebody locked me out and changed the password

before the picture of your meeting was posted,

and the video of you, Bronwyn.

Last time I tried to log in, all I got

was this threatening message.

It popped up and then disappeared.

What did it say?

"Simon says: back off."

But you have no proof.

- Okay, do you guys have any idea of what would happen

if they catch us meeting in secret again?

How that'll look in the eyes of the police,

who we already know are dying to make an arrest?

Wait, we think we know

who killed Simon, and who's been stalking us.

So just tell us already.

It's TJ.

- TJ? - Yeah.

The day that Simon was murdered,

I saw TJ grab him in the hall.

They had a whole argument. It's how Simon got detention.

I'm pretty sure TJ was threatening him, okay?

I didn't think anything of it at first,

but that's just because I thought one of you did it.

No offense.

- What if TJ knew that Simon was going to post our secrets?

He told me he had done something he wasn't proud of.

- Of course you'd think someone would kill for you.

- Well, someone was stalking me at the water park last night,

and TJ has been messaging me, and is obsessed with me.

And after I broke his heart, and he got suspended,

someone revoked Janae's access to About That,

followed the four of us,

and then posted that photo of our meeting place.

So, like, maybe you can just believe women, Bronwyn.

Seriously?

- TJ's like, the chillest guy I've ever met.

I really don't see it.

- Is it possible he's smarter than he looks

and sounds and acts?

Look, I mean, sometimes people aren't what you expect.

- And sometimes people are exactly what you expect.

This is ridiculous.

If it's so ridiculous,

Nate would be crossing the border into Tijuana right now.

Instead, he's here, helping me with my plan.

Is that true?

- He had his passport on him last night.

He still has it on his motorcycle,

and he's planning to leave if my plan doesn't--

- I didn't think it mattered to you

where I parked my bike, Bronwyn.

- Okay, not this shit again. What do you mean your plan?

TJ's here tonight.

I can get close to him, maybe tug on his heartstrings,

distract him and then Nate can swing by, swipe his phone,

and we can use his location data to retrace his steps.

No!

If you're right about TJ, that means

that he's a psycho stalker killer.

You shouldn't be tugging on anything of his.

- He's actually right. - Thanks.

You should do it.

- Excuse me? - You're his friend.

Make him use his phone, check the code.

Once he's had a few drinks, I'll bump into him and take it.

Okay, okay, say we do this.

How are you going to get the data off TJ's phone?

- I heard that your sister's good with computers

and stuff, so-- - No, no way. Don't you see?

She's pointing at someone else so we don't focus on her.

- Oh, that's normally your thing.

What are you saying?

- We all saw the video. You stole the laptop.

Clearly, you didn't want your secret getting out.

Neither did any of you.

And I didn't tell you about the laptop

because I didn't want to implicate you,

but you went ahead and ratted me out

the first chance you got.

- They were pressuring me about Cooper and--

and his incident in the past.

What? So there's something?

That doesn't matter.

- It matters if you're still lying to us.

- Okay, well, I may not be perfect,

but at least I didn't fake my mom's death.

Okay, you guys, enough.

There's someone out there trying to frame us,

and, judging by last night, even trying to kill us.

Can we all just work together for one night?

Fine.

But my sister's not gonna be involved in this.

And just so you know, I don't trust her.

I barely trust any of you.

You look-- - Ridiculous? I know.

- That's not what I was gonna say.

- That's not how I wanted you to find out I was leaving.

- Look, Janae's story doesn't add up.

If Simon was caught fighting with TJ,

then why wasn't TJ in detention?

- It would at least be on his record.

- So if the story is true, then Gupta would have