There's Someone Inside Your House

- Yo! - Listen to this.

Amber told Stacy she was down to do some nasty shit with you after the game.

Macon, slow down, slow down. Wait. Okay, which one is she?

You met her a hundred times. A-hole.

Hogwarts? No, no, fuck that. You'd have to pay me.

What? Pay you? She's throwing herself at you!

No, I'm serious. Not even for, like, a million...

We really can't all be flat-chested and pissed off like Hailey.

Maybe, just maybe you should lower your standards once in a while.

Um, Macon, hold up one second?

Mom?

Sadie?

- I don't know. It's nothing. - I thought they were gone.

Yeah, they said they were tailgating before.

The fuck!

I swear. My sister is licking the powder off the Doritos

and putting them back in the bag. Fucking body dysmorphia at age eight.

She is a weird kid. And I was a weird kid.

I'm just gonna crash before...

- Little stress relief! - Dude, I don't pregame that way.

Relax! Why are you so serious right now?

'Cause it's like pure protein.

Why would I want good protein out of my body before...

All right, but do not oversleep.

Yeah, I'll be there. Kickoff's in like four hours.

Well, I'm gonna go lose protein for four hours.

Okay, yeah. Have fun pregaming, perv.

The fuck?

Fuckin' truck.

911, what's your emergency?

Hello, this is...

- You've reached the Pace residence. - Shit!

Leave a message after the beep.

Whatever little game this is,

whatever you think you know,

you don't know shit!

You're in my house,

so I can legally kill you,

you fuck!

Come out!

You want money? Because I can Venmo you right now.

Like, no one's gotta know.

Hey, hey, hey. Look, man, we... We were all wasted.

It was... It was just, like, a team bonding thing.

Like... like, I swear.

This isn't who I am! This isn't

me?

Pick up the phone, son.

Hike!

Goddamn it.

Fumble in the backfield! Defense recovered!

First down, Wampus Cats!

Hiss and scratch! We're Wampus Cats!

I'm sure he'll turn up. It's not like him.

Caleb Greeley receives the handoff!

Caleb out in the open!

He's gonna go!

Jackson, Jackson, get off him! Get off him!

Whoo!

Caleb, you okay, man?

Come on, man. You all right?

Did you hear about Jackson?

- So fucked up. - Terrifying.

- Who would do this? - You saw that video.

Jackson was out of line.

So he beat someone up. Doesn't mean he had to die.

That was way more than hazing, though.

- It was brutal. - He targeted Caleb.

Is it 'cause Caleb's gay?

Probably jealous Caleb's the better player.

Caleb never even reported it.

So who told?

The whole team was there.

They think Caleb's behind it.

- W hat? - He was in the game.

He could've hired a killer.

Everyone got the video.

- Everyone. - The whole town.

- To make a point. - What point?

Who knows?

- I'm honestly scared. - What do we do? Go back to school?

- I can't sleep. - I can't live here anymore.

- The sheriff have a suspect? - He won't say.

So sad, though.

What if it happens again?

What?

Store ran out of all the sad cards.

Did I say anything? I think it's great, really. I love that optimism.

At least she got him something.

Sorry I don't know what to get a guy

who beat the shit out of me for fun for three years.

Hmm.

- Really? - Wow.

Built-in immunity.

No teacher's gonna punish the grief-stricken.

Oh, that's actually pretty smart.

Am I crazy, or are people side-eyeing me right now?

You're never crazy, babe.

Caleb's getting it worse. Fucked up they're blaming him.

Of course they blame the gay guy.

Last Friday night,

Jackson Pace took a knee on the field of life.

But damn if he didn't live every day like it was the fourth quarter.

I'll never forget you, son.

Oh no.

Hope they're serving Fireball up in paradise, brother.

Now I wanna die.

One time we were having pizza, right?

And I was telling him I was having trouble finding Stacy's clit.

Jackson goes with the pizza box,

makes a diagram with pizza sauce to show me where it was on her body.

Classic Jackson.

I'm literally right here.

I got a prime suspect. Macon Bewley.

Well, he's too dumb not to get caught, so win-win.

Alternate theory. My dad.

Ah, you wish.

Think about it.

No way Jackson's parents wanna live in that house

on that farm where their... where their kid was killed

any longer than they have to, right?

Who else wants that farm more than Skipper Sandford,

the land baron of Osborne?

"Chaos breeds opportunity, boy."

"And this is an opportunity for Sandford Family Farms."

You can sit with us.

Uh.

Sorry. Thanks.

I'm Darby.

I know. I'm Caleb.

A pleasure to meet y'all, I guess, officially.

Caleb.

It's not a country club, Caleb.

I'm Makani.

That's Rodrigo,

Zach,

and Alex. She's our bitch-in-residence.

- Oh! Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- My fellow seniors. - You think I'm bad?

If may have your attention, please.

Thank you.

I mean, what can one say in the wake of such sadness?

Yet as your student council president,

I feel it's imperative that I provide a beacon,

a kind of guiding light in these dark and trying times.

So, I'd like to read an excerpt from my admission essay to Cornell.

It's about oppression.

Princess Diana of Wales once said, in her infinite wisdom,

that, "The greatest problem in the world today is intolerance."

Did bitch just quote a princess instead of someone actually oppressed?

We have a student here at my school

who is an outer space enthusiast,

but that's not the only thing about this student that's alien.

His name, or her name,

depending on the day, is Darby.

Born Justine Darby, this student showed me the meaning of courage

when, at age 11, she came out to our school as she, he, and they,

and now every day in my mind,

I applaud her, him, and them.

Jackson's video and his death were hateful,

and the only way to respond to hate...

is with love.

We love all versions of you, Darby, okay?

Like we love all versions of Caleb.

So please, guys,

let's celebrate that love tomorrow at the memorial at Holy Trinity.

For now, though, a moment of silent,

unenforced, nondenominational prayer.

Fuck these reactive people!

All of our college essays are about you. You know that?

I will cut you.

- It'd be great if Katie was the killer. - Or if the killer maybe killed Katie.

And you just said that. And I liked it.

"Sandford Family fucks."

I mean,

it is factual.

My dad is a fuck.

- Wanna smoke? - Yes.

Caleb seemed cool.

Okay, okay, okay. Let me rephrase that, you dicks.

I like that you let him sit with us

'cause that's what you guys did for me when I first transferred here.

Oh my God. Those guys kept calling you Moana.

I love that movie.

- It's not really an insult. - Not just those guys. That was Jackson.

So you've been biding your time, huh?

Oh shit!

Shit!

Speaking of most likely to murder.

Who even smokes cigarettes anymore?

Oliver Larsson because he's a fucking sociopath.

You think everyone's a sociopath.

Yeah, but real talk, his folks straight-up opted out of life

'cause their son had zero human emotions.

I'm gonna opt out of life if I don't hear about that fellowship.

Last night, my mom said I could

"always answer phones at the slaughterhouse."

Now I know why everyone treats graduation like a death sentence.

In Osborne, it is.

Except it's literally the opposite of that.