You're Dead to Me

You have to be kidding me.

Oh God.

Hello?

Dad?

I thought you weren't coming home till late.

Dad, you're not gonna believe

this massive zit on my chin, it's insane.

Dad?

Hello?

"I know things aren't great between us right now,

but I wanted you to have this dress for your special night.

It's to die for. Mama."

Look at that.

The bitch actually did something nice. (snorts)

Yep?

- Are you all ready for prom?

Who's this?

- You look perfect, Molly

Um, Grant, are you, are you trying

to pull a Drew Barrymore on me from your grandma's landline?

- No Grant. Would you like to guess again?

Aaron?

You're not very good

at this game, are you?

What?

- Faking it only makes it worse.

How did you?

Who, who is this? Francesca?

- Maybe some more makeup.

I doubt anyone will even notice.

Don't you dare hang up.

This is so, this is so not funny. Okay.

- Really? Because I think it's hilarious.

Who are you?

That doesn't matter.

What matters is who you are.

What do you want?

- I wanna talk to the real Molly Sims.

Well, you got her, so?

No. The real Molly.

I don't understand.

Drop the act.

- My, my, my, my dad is, he's gonna be home any minute, so.

- Liar. We both know that's not true.

What do you want?

- Come on, you don't expect me

to fall for that.

You always play the victim.

What is this?

- Molly Sims, the picture of perfection.

But is it real? Tell me, Molly.

Lie like you always do.

Leave me alone!

- Well, come on, come on. Let's see it.

- No. - Stop faking.

Let it out, Molly. (laughs) Come on.

All right. Enough of this shit.

Whoever you are, you're messing with the wrong bitch.

I'm gonna fucking cut you.

There she is.

Took you long enough.

If you've just been honest from the start.

Then maybe I wouldn't kill you.

- Hi, it's Indy. I can't come to the phone right now,

so you can wait for the beep,

or just hang up and text me like a normal person.

- Hey, it's Nora. You haven't responded to any of my texts

and I'm kind of freaking out.

It's just, ever since Olivia's suicide.

Olivia open the door!

With this killer on the loose,

I'm, I'm being, I know you think I'm being extra,

but you're the only sister I've got left.

Call me. I need to know you're safe.

Hey Nora, your call just came through.

Just thought I'd try you again.

Can't get a single bar out here, so.

Anyways, I just, I know you're worrying,

so I just wanted to let you know that, that we're good.

Yeah. Everything's, everything's cool, so.

So yeah. Enjoy your weekend.

Say hi to Dawn for me.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Indy!

Can you stop calling your sister?

You're ruining our Too Pretty For Prom Party.

- Your creepy house is ruining my cell service.

Excuse me. This place is paradise.

And the best part is we have it all to ourselves.

- You have no idea when your dad is coming back?

Um, let's see.

Last time I saw him, he was home for two days,

and then London for business,

and now Italy with Adriana, so no, not really.

What?

Mm?

No, I just. Like, I don't know.

I just, I don't, I don't feel like we should be alone.

You know, after what happened to Hannah a few weeks ago.

- Did you ever meet Hannah Smith's friend group?

- That doesn't mean she deserve to die like that.

- Well, they do whippets and play the choking game for fun.

So yeah, they kind of do.

Okay. What about Leia, Kelly?

Girls die all the time, Indy.

Somewhere in the world, every minute.

It just happens to be closer to us now.

That's why daylight exists.

Don't worry you little weirdo.

No one's gonna come after you.

- Shut up. - Plus, I have

the best security in this whole God forsaken town.

So don't worry.

You Okay? What was that?

- Nature? - No, no. It was footsteps.

- Indy. - I heard footsteps.

We should just go inside.

No, this is stupid.

I'll go check it out for you.

- No, Brynn. Brynn. - What? I'm indie.

I'm five foot nothing and I'm scared of dust bunnies.

Brynn.

- You're fine, come on. You wanted to see what's up.

I wanna go in.

- Don't. Seriously? - It's fine.

It's not that bad.

See?

Indy?

Indy.

Indy!

Indy!

Jesus Christ! What is wrong with you?

Too easy, Brynn.

- Go to hell, Jordan. You're not coming to my house.

I hate you both.

1, 2, 3,

4, 5, 6.

God, who invented this game?

It's pretty water boarding.

That would be Molly Sims.

And it's called waterbeering, okay? Get it right.

Speaking of Molly, isn't,

isn't she supposed to be here tonight?

Along with Francesca, Aaron and Grant.

Okay, sweet. So where are they?

- Maybe they just wanted to do prom for like a second.

And then come after.

- The whole point of a Too Pretty For Prom Party

is that you don't go to prom.

- Yeah. - Honestly, for you, Brynn,

it's kind of a too petty for prom party.

Lie back down.

Lie back down. - Brynn, no.

- Jordan! - Not.

- Get down. - Get away from me!

You're gonna get draw that.

I'm not!