I've always been rough around the edges.
Or at least that's what people think.
Maybe it's what I want them to think.
I hate you for making me do this.
No, you don't. Admit it, you love it, and you love me for it.
But Hannah, she saw right through all that.
Okay, what's going on? You've been kind of bitchy all day.
Excuse me? I don't have a bitchy bone in my body.
Okay, fine. There's a guy at school.
I love this story already. Who is he?
He's... Artsy.
- Artsy. - And dramatic.
All code words for "too gay"?
No, no, it's not that. He's just totally not my type.
Does this dramatic artist have a name?
- Ryan Shaver. - The guy with the 'zine?
Holy shit. Yeah, he's totally not your type.
- Is he into you? - Yeah. No question.
If you do say so yourself.
Look, he's always smiling at me, he laughs at jokes that are not jokes.
And he, like, touches me on the arm and shit.
And what's the stimulus response when he touches you on the arm?
Pad of me wants to say, "Watch the leather, homo."
Other pad of me wants to throw him against the locker and kiss him.
Dear Lord. You are in trouble.
- Yeah. - You have to ask him out.
- No. - Come on.
You need to restore my faith in teenage male-kind.
- Well, not all of us are Justin Foley. - Prove it.
She was the kind of friend who challenged me,
whether I liked it or not.
Hannah and I had a relationship like...
Well, we kept each othefs secrets.
So, what do you know
that someone doesn't want you saying in court?
I know a lot.
I've done a lot.
But you can't tell the cops?
- Or your folks? - Nope.
So, how bad is it gonna be?
The school called me in, not the Bakers.
The school wants me to talk
about how Hannah blamed lots of people and wanted revenge.
- They told you that? - No. The Bakers' lawyer did.
He also warned me he would have to make me look unreliable.
- Oh, shit. - I could fuck everything up.
- For the Bakers? - Yeah, for the Bakers, for my family.
For us.
So, we're an "us" now?
I mean, yeah, like...
- Until I fuck it up. - You won't.
Not us.
Look, don't you get it? It has to be the Clubhouse.
Right.
- Are you high? - Jesus.
No.
- I can't bring that shit home again. - I'm not.
I'm just tired.
So, if you weren't using,
what have you been doing the past 48 hours?
- I saw my mom. - Your mom?
I thought you didn't know where she moved.
Well, turns out I lie sometimes.
- Wait, so you went home? - No, I saw my mom.
She gave me some cash.
- She gave you that? - Here. It's for you. Consider it rent.
- Till I can find something permanent. - Keep it.
I don't pay rent anyway. So...
If you have all that cash, Why'd you call me?
You said you needed me.
I'm just... I'm done with doing fucked-up things.
Yeah.
I may need you to do one or two more fucked-up things.
Me, I try to be a good friend in the way I know how.
He came back.
Yeah.
Eventually, you have to stop running, I guess.
I'm sorry about the other night.
You didn't say anything I didn't deserve.
I'm angry all the time, Hannah.
I have been since you died.
And I can't tell anyone.
You should tell someone.
Someone who's alive.
I tried to forget you.
I tried so hard.
Then I think of
sitting on the roof of the Crestmont.
Or building towers of candy boxes.
Or going off about zombies, or talking about Star Trek.
Star Wars more than Star Trek, but sometimes Star Trek.
Or walking me home from work, or having lunch together.
Or kissing you.
I can't forget kissing you.
I think maybe it was the happiest I've ever been.
For, like, 15 seconds.
I'd give anything to kiss you again.
But you can't.
Ever.
Then why are you here?
I sometimes let my anger get the best of me.
Maybe it was one of those bitches who follows Hannah's mom around.
The one with all the signs.
They'll have all this cleaned up by game time.
So let's get our heads back in the game, guys.
We can let this get to us, or we can take the field tonight
and show these people who we really are.
And who exactly are we, Coach?
- Apparently, we're the rapists. - I don't want to hear that talk, okay?
We got a championship season ahead of us starting tonight.
Gonna prove these people wrong.
How does winning a baseball game prove we're not rapists?
Got something to say, Dempsey?
No. Nothing. You got something to say?
- No. I'll save it for court tomorrow. - Okay, that's enough.
Ten minutes of long toss. Let's go! Go, go, go!
Or if I don't,
it eats me up inside.
Did you sleep okay?
Do you feel okay?
Yeah, I'm fine, Dad.
What is he doing here?
You said he was gone. You said he ran away.
Hey, he didn't... What are you doing? Dad.
What the hell have you got to say for yourself?
Stop! People are watching.
- I don't give a damn. - I do! Hey!
Who do you think you're hufling right now?
- What this boy did to you... - He didn't do it.
Dad, please, just get in the car.
When we act out of anger
or fear...
You be very careful of yourself, young man.
...we can hurt people we don't mean to hurt.
After I hooked up with her ex,
she called me a slut,
a whore,
a fat bitch.
- And this was Lindsay? - Yeah.
And, like, I could handle it when it was just one-on-one with her,
but when the three of them piled on, it was... It was too much.
And can you please name
all three girls who bullied you at Ridgeview High?
Lindsay Patterson, Alicia Morris, Hannah Baker.
They called me "Suck-Me-Sarah."
They created a Facebook group where people posted awful memes about me.
They'd always find ways to accidentally run into me in class,
or on the bus,
or in the bathroom, which is where I ended up eating most of my lunches.
And did you ever tell anyone?
My mom.
She told the school,
and they were all suspended for a week.
Following this suspension, did the bullying continue?
Yes and no. Lindsay, Alicia, and Hannah, they left me alone,
but everyone else at Ridgeview hated me
for, you know, being a narc.
I knew it wouldn't get better.
It couldn't. Not there.
So I dropped out.
So you dropped out of school as a result
of the bullying by these girls, including Hannah Baker?
Yeah.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Look, we need to get in there. We've got a plan.
What's the plan?
- Boom. - Seriously?
That's the plan? Put those away.
- What? Why? - Why not just break down the door?
Because then the door would be broken.
Yes.
What I'm saying is,
we gotta do it without tipping them off that we were there.
And we do that how?
Let me handle this. I'll text you.
What do they think that's actually gonna accomplish?
It's probably just some losers who just wanted attention
and don't give a shit about who it hurts.
Who does it hufl, though?
I mean, you and me
and anyone who just wants our shit to be ours, you know?
- Not, like, burned into a field. - Right.
- But nobody really knows about you. - You know what I mean.
Dear God, are these the two most beautiful girls at Liberty High?
Hold on, hold on, let me see. Just a closer inspection. Yeah. Yeah.
The most beautiful.
And I believe one Damon Dawes from Washington agrees,
seeing that he's been blowing up my phone
about this girl he met yesterday.
- Right? Right? - Yeah, that's nice.
In fact, I've been deputized by Mr. Dawes
to invite you to his place tonight.
Yeah, I can't.
My dad's, like, crazy on me today, so...
Just think about it.
- And I'll see you at practice. - Yes, you will.
This is me. I'll see you.
Hey. what's up, Ryan?
Still doing that Internet thing?
I'm sorry, we can't all bump into hot boyfriends
every time we walk into a boxing gym.
Besides, aren't you testifying today? Why are you here?
Yeah, I'm up last.
They don't let you in the courtroom unless you've already gone.
- I wasn't gonna wait at home. - Aren't your folks going?
No, they're... They're working.
Do you want me to go?
Jesus Christ, no. No. That is all I need.
Fine.
Hey, I don't think it's gonna come up.
- Not here. - No, I'm just saying...
Just fucking drop it, okay?
Fine.
- I don't know about this. - Why?
I don't know, I mean, look at him. He's staring at himself in the mirror.
Like you don't use a mirror.
How much pomade does it take you every morning to look like that?
That's not the point.
The point is, we're too different.
Different is good, okay? Opposites attract and all that.
- Now go, do some attracting. - No.
Carpe diem. Seize the freaking day before it's too late!
Okay, okay. Seize the day. Seize the fucking day.
Seize the day.
Tony Padilla. To what do I owe the pleasure?
I... I think you're cute...
And funny...
And you have a way with words
that I'm not entirely sure I understand...
I am flattered and a-flutter.
Yeah. My point is, I like you.
And I think you like me?
And I'm, you know... Words are not really my thing,
so I'm not gonna say anything clever or cute.
I just...
Wanna go to an ad show with me?
You did your research.
What took you so long to finally come to your senses and ask me out?
I'm "carpe dieming," apparently.
Seizing the freaking day.
I like it. You do realize that means "pluck the day," though, right?
Saturday.
At 5:00. Text me your address?
- If this backfires... - Yeah?
- I'm coming straight to you. - Okay, I will be there for you always.
Good morning.
- I'll talk to you later. - All right.
Kevin.
Gary, good morning.
Yeah. I wasn't expecting to see you here this morning.
Why not?
Well, your employment record is currently under review
-by the superintendent's office. - Well, I'm aware.
I'm sure you'll let me know what they decide.
All right. So...
I mean, what... What did you think was going to happen next?
I'm just curious.
I didn't game it out, Gary. I spoke my truth.
So, you thought it was coincidental
that our field was vandalized just hours after you spoke your truth?
The field was vandalized for one reason only.
And he'll be taking the stand
and have plenty of time to defend himself.
Yeah, okay.
Well, until the superintendent's review is completed,
I think it's best that you have no direct contact with any students.
You understand?
You don't straighten a kid's collar without consulting me first.
- Are we clear? - Yes, sir, we're clear.
Even when you try to do the right thing,
it can get you into trouble.
How did you guys even find this place?
Find? No, you don't find the Clubhouse...
- You're invited. - Oh, shit. I just realized,
- I have a test today, fourth period... - Sheri fucking Holland.
Never thought I'd see you here.
She came bearing gifts.
Oh, shit.
Juvie was good for you.
All right, ladies first.
High school can be messed up.
People can get hurt.
Hannah wanted people to know about that.
So you're saying she wanted them to suffer like she was suffering?
- Objection. Leading. - I'll rephrase.
Tony, why did Hannah want you
to make sure that people listened to the tapes?
To... So that they would understand.
Understand what?
What she was going through.
And what,
to the best of your knowledge, was she going through?
She was in a lot of pain.
And so she wanted the recipients of those tapes to feel pain as well?
No, I don't think that's what she wanted.
She didn't want them to feel pain?
I guess so.
And, in your experience, is that what a bully does?
She wanted them to be held accountable.
And she wanted you to make sure that they got the message, correct?
- Yes, ma'am. - In fact, you held onto the tapes,
stayed quiet for weeks
before you finally gave them to her parents,
who ultimately alerted the proper authorities, correct?
- Correct, yeah. - Because it was so important
that you made sure that the individuals
got the message that they were responsible.
Objection. Leading.
Tony, did Hannah ever blame the school on her tapes?
It was the way the school was,
that they did nothing at all to help her after she...
Did Hannah at any point say, "I blame the school"?
No.
- No further questions. - It's not fair. You don't understand
-what she was going through... - Nothing further.
You wanna break her in?
It's a new pipe. Do you want to do the honors?
Yeah, but I have papers.
Come on.
Hit that shit, girl.
Come on.
What the fuck is that? Really?
You call that a hit? Come on. Hit it hard.
Be a man.
- Again. - All right.
Attag I rl.
Oh, shit.
- That's a good hit. - Here.
- No, I'm pitching tonight. - What?
Yeah.
Okay, fine. Here, Scott.
And these two idiots are also playing.
- Come on. - Seriously?
- Fuck. Come on. - Guess you're on your own.
Picture time.
No, I look like shit.
Come on, it's tradition. No one leaves without taking a shot.
Come on.
And you couldn't look like shit if you tried.
All right. Yeah, get a little closer.
There it is. Smile, bitches.
They put my picture in this box with, like, a hundred others.
- Like... Like trophies? -Insurance.
What happens in the Clubhouse stays in the Clubhouse.
We have to get those pictures. We'll go during the game.
- You go. I'm out. - Wait. Why?
I can't go back there.
Yeah, I get it.
- Nina! HeY- _Hey.
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Yeah. I mean, Michael's waiting for me
'cause we try to get in a few miles at lunch, but what's up?
Yeah, about that.
Did, like, something happen between you and Garrett?
No. Why?
Come on. You're the person who tells me the truth.
Well, I mean, nothing happened, really.
It's just, he's just been getting on my nerves lately.
He wants to go all deep and talk about our feelings all the time.
It's exhausting.
Your feelings?
He's been asking questions, okay?
Just based off some stuff that happened, like, physically with us.
So...
Shit. Okay. I get that.
But, I mean, most guys don't even bother asking questions.
Maybe it's a good thing.
How is it a good thing? I don't want to talk about that shit with him.
Well, you talk about it with me.
Yeah, because you understand it.
- How do you know he won't? - It'll just get in the way.
So you just start up with Michael?
And what happens if he starts asking questions, too?
Well, you just stalled up with Damon, and that seemed to go all right, so...
It didn't! It was a big mistake.
I freaked out and I started sleeping on my parents' floor again.
Well, then you gave too much.
I feel like maybe you haven't dealt with all your shit after all.
So you're gonna tell me now?
While you walk around staring at Justin like you're still in love?
I mean, what's that about? Deal with that shit.
You know, I was just trying to help you, J,
but maybe that was a mistake.
Hey.
Come on, let's talk.
I can't really...
As long as you don't miss any more of the semester
and you sign up for summer school,
I think I can help you get the credits you need
so you can graduate with your class... Barely.
- Thank you. - Can you get your shit together?
- Can you get the grades? - Yes.
Have you spoken to your mother since you've been back?
- I don't know where she is. - Bullshit. I visited her last week.
And I know she's staying at the house her boyfriend used to cook in
till he had to take it out of town.
How do you even know about...
I know that you're staying with Clay Jensen now.
So, what is your plan, long-term?
I'll find a job, find a place.
I'm used to being on my own, okay?
And how has that worked out for you, being on your own?
Justin...
I'm not gonna be at this job much longer.
And whoever replaces me is gonna want you back at your mom's house.
- I've got it handled, Porter. Thanks. - Sit.
Listen.
This is gonna be hard for you, and you need to let people help.
And you need to let go of your past wrongs
and figure out what can you do right.
You understand?
Justin, take care of yourself.
Yes, sir.
I will.
My anger is so powerful sometimes, I don't know what to do with it.
Isn't it true you're currently enrolled
in a program for anger management?
Yes, sir.
And this program is specifically designed for people
who struggle with physical violence and aggression, correct?
Yeah, that's correct.
Isn't it true that the court ordered you
to take pad in this program, Tony?
It's a condition of my probation, yes.
And isn't it true that this probation stems from an arrest for assault?
- Two arrests, yeah. - Two strikes.
One more and you could be sent to juvenile detention, correct?
Yeah.
Isn't it true that in the first assault,
you jumped a man from behind?
I caught him breaking into my car.
And in the second, you and your brothers
ganged up on an innocent man, correct?
He wasn't innocent. He was a drug dealer
and he was selling drugs to my sister.
But he had no record, is that correct?
No, he didn't.
You can't help but lash out when provoked, can you?
You know that horoscope stuff is bullshit, right?
You really think a planet billions of light-years away
can affect your lotto numbers?
You know, Scorpios are very skeptical by nature.
But luckily, I'm a Leo,
-which means I can handle you. - Yeah?
We're both emotional, though, in completely different ways,
which means we'll probably wind up killing each other at some point.
Well, that's encouraging.
But in the meantime, the sex is going to be, like, mind-blowing.
- You think so? - I do.
I've had a really nice time today, which means my horoscope was right.
What, so, you like me, but you don't want to kiss me in public?
- It's not that. - Is that it?
No, I just... I think I should take things slow for once.
Besides, if we're gonna end up killing each other,
we should make the most of our time together.
Faggots.
What did you just say?
Which one is the wife?
- Are you fucking kidding me? - Just ignore him.
It's the 21st century, you fucking asshole.
Fuck you, faggot.
- Say it to my face. - Tony. Tony. Tony, let's go.
You should listen to your bitch.
- You should shut your mouth. - Don't touch me, faggot!
- Tony! Tony, stop! - Get off.
- Tony! We have to go! - Get out of here!
Call the police.
Nine-one-one? Yeah...
Where I live,
sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands.
So you follow your own sense of justice, is that correct?
Yes, sir.
So shouldn't we regard your testimony today
as coming from your own sense of justice?
- Objection. - Withdrawn.
Tony, when Hannah left the tapes at your door,
did she say anything to you?
No. I didn't talk to her.
And what about a note? Did she leave any written instructions?
No, just the tapes.
So when you stated earlier
that Hannah blamed the people she named on the tapes
and wanted them to suffer,
you were making an assumption, isn't that correct?
I don't think I was making an assumption that...
Mrs. Baker...
Hannah asked me to keep secrets for her.
I wanted to honor that.
Yes, I was. Yeah, I was making an assumption.
An assumption not based on your knowledge of Hannah
or her intentions, isn't that correct?
- Yes. - And isn't it true
that there's no particular reason why Hannah chose you
-to receive those tapes? - Yes.
So isn't it true you have no way of knowing
why Hannah left those tapes?
Yes.
We're brothers.
All of us. I mean, we're fucking family.
There's been... There's been a lot of shit thrown our way recently.
There are a lot of people who are trying to tear us apart,
but family stays together.
Look, you guys, they can burn our field,
but they can't change the ground beneath it.
That ground out there is sacred.
That ground is where we make our stand.
The world is divided between people who get that and the people who don't.
And I also just want to say that
I'm proud to be sharing the field with each and every one of you.
Because we're all fighters.
We're winners. And we stand together.
I fucking love you guys.
We love you, too, Brycey!
All right, all right.
Let's get out there and let's fucking do this!
Strike him out, Bryce! Let's go!
Come on, Bryce!
Strike three!
I can't explain how she was feeling
or what exactly she was trying to say.
But even if I can't say how she was feeling,
I can still tell you the kind of person she was.
I can tell you she was brave
and loyal...
Strike!
...and always tried to do the right thing,
even when it wasn't easy.
- I wanted the change-up. - I wanted to throw the heat.
- He's catching up to you. - Not yet, he's not.
Just give me the change-up, okay?
Come on, guys!
Strike three!
Time!
What are you doing right now?
That's five Ks in a row with the fastball.
- Why fuck that up? - Why didn't you shake me off?
Why don't you just catch what I throw and be happy?
It's when you start thinking that shit gets fucked up.
You just gave a whole fucking speech about teamwork,
but that was bullshit, too, wasn't it?
Fuck is your problem right now?
You're my fucking problem.
We both know that Hannah didn't lie on those tapes.
Zach, come on, man.
We leave this stuff off the field, right?
Sorry, Coach. I can't anymore.
Dempsey. Dempsey, come on!
Seriously?
You'd think they'd know better
than to just leave this shit lying around.
Except then they'd know better
than to take pictures in the first place.
Shit.
What the fuck are you guys doing in here?
We know about the Clubhouse.
We know everything, and we're not the only ones.
You know everything? I don't think so.
We know enough.
- Hey, just back off, Dempsey. - Or what, Justin?
Gonna come at me?
I wasn't scared of you even before you fell apart.
Do what you want, Zach.
I've had the shit beat out of me once this week already.
It's not gonna stop us.
- Really? - Yes.
'Cause it's gonna keep happening, Clay.
To you, too, Justin. It doesn't stop.
You can't take shots at the top and expect to not get hit back.
I'm not afraid.
Good.
You already have three of these.
There's the rest.
Wait, wait.
It was you? Why the big mystery? Why couldn't you just talk to me?
- Tell me what was going on? -'Cause I'm a fucking coward.
And you're not.
I try to do right by my friends, to be strong.
To be true... Like Hannah.
Sorry!
Phil...
Mixed up two prescriptions.
Well, nearly. It was a disaster. It...
Jackie?
But sometimes a friendship can't take the truth.
So you find yourself trying to be someone you're not.
Sorry.
Excuse me.
Just... Very sorry.
Asshole! You're just in time. The set's about to stafl.
Should we try and find a spot closer to the stage?
Yeah, let's go. The boys are already up there.
- We should get going. - You never...
I mean, they're all here, too?
Of course. They're not gonna miss a good show. Let's go, come on!
All right, coming through.
- Move, move, move. - Sorry.
- Hey! - What's up? You made it.
- You all ready? - Yeah! Let's do this shit.
All right! Here we go again.
Get the party started.
It's rough out there tonight.
- Oh, my God, are you okay? - I'm fine.
Okay. Can we talk?
Because you've been avoiding me for, like, two days straight.
- No, I wasn't. I mean, I... - No, it's okay.
Look, I know what happened at the movies.
I don't know what you think happened...
Don't have to be embarrassed.
I even read that it's totally normal. It's not even a thing.
- Seriously, it happens... - I know, but just shut up!
Okay? Look, I...
I don't know what you think happened, but I left because you're fucking...
Boring and 'cause I don't like you like that.
What the fuck? Tyler?
Okay, wait. No, hold on.
Cyrus, just let... No, let me explain real quick...
No one fucking talks to my sister like that.
Get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out!
Go!
Get the fuck out!
You must think I'm pretty messed up
after hearing all that stuff about me today, about my past.
Obviously, it's not anything I'm proud of.
Tony, we've all done things we're not proud of.
And they seem to find out about the one thing...
...you wish they wouldn't.
Actually, they didn't.
Hannah didn't trust me with the tapes because we were friends.
She trusted me because I owed her.
- Hannah... - Shit, Tony, are you okay?
I did something stupid. The cops are coming.
What? Why? What happened?
Look, I can't get busted again. I could get locked up.
Please hide me.
There's no time!
Oh, shit, okay...
Go through that door, all the way down the hall to the back office.
I'll take care of it. Go!
Can I help you?
Miss, we're responding to an assault.
Oh, my God. An assault?
Yeah, suspect is a Hispanic male, late teens or early 20s,
last seen fleeing on foot in the area, wearing a black leather jacket.
Have you seen anyone come in here matching that description?
No. No, I haven't.
All right.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into this.
I went too far, I know I did.
I know you think I'm this sweet, nice girl,
but I was an asshole to someone at my old school.
I was trying to fit in with these girls,
and they were ganging up on her.
And I thought, better to be one of them than to be her.
So, what ended up happening?
A bunch of stuff went down, and now I'm here.
I just... I wish I could take it all back.
You know?
Hannah was a friend to me and she kept my secrets.
I wanted to do the same for her today.
Thank you
for telling me that.
I'm glad to know that Hannah kept your secret.
And I understand why she wanted to protect you. I just...
I wish I could've done that for you today in coufl.
No, it's my record. That's on me.
Not you.
I guess we're all carrying stuff around, right?
What?
No, you didn't.
Fucking Marcus.
Tyler, we need to talk.
What happened to you?
Nothing. I was at a concert with Cyrus.
I'm fine.
Listen, Tyler, Marcus Cole's father was here a little while ago.
He says that you and Cyrus are blackmailing Marcus online?
Okay, you guys, Marcus is a liar and a creep, okay?
He goes around and acts like this great guy,
but he treats girls like crap.
Did you hear what was on his tape?
Whatever Marcus did is beside the point.
If you have a problem with someone, you tell us or a teacher.
You don't just go around trying to settle the score.
Honey, it's just not like you to do something like this.
Did Cyrus pressure you into doing this?
He...
He said it would teach Marcus a lesson.
I don't want you spending time with him anymore.
Okay! Fine! Whatever. I won't.
Good. But that doesn't mean you don't still have consequences.
We're gonna confiscate all your electronics,
starting with your phone.
Okay? This behavior stops now.
Okay-
And your cameras.
No. Please... Mom...
Sorry, Tyler.
But, I...
Hi. I don't know if you know who I am...
No, I know who you are.
I understand your anger.
I do.
I know you wanted to get on that stand today
and tell everyone who you thought Hannah was.
So did I, but I failed.
And I'm here to make it right.
She was a good person.
She was a great friend.
And what she did to you, there's no excuse for that.
I know she hurt you.
She knew it, too.
Now, I'm not asking you to forgive her,
but you need to know she was sorry.
She told me how sorry she felt.
Hello.
This is she.
Oh, my God.
Hi.
Hi, I'm Olivia Baker.
So I promised myself that the next time things get tough for me,
the next time I find myself struggling or being tested,
I'm gonna think about the example she set for me,
and hope that I can find the strength to do the right thing.
These photos go back, like, years.
It's no wonder these fucking baseball guys are so fucking tight.
I mean, they're all covering each other's asses for this shit.
These poor girls.
That's the thing I don't get. I mean...
Why are these girls getting themselves
into this situation in the first place?
Seriously, Clay? You're gonna blame the girls?
No, I just... Look, I mean, this girl's laughing.
Like she's having fun.
Oh, my God. This is Nina, that girl on the track team.
She's Jessica's friend.
Shit, really?
Clay, you don't know what was happening in this photo.
And you don't know what happened after.
But clearly, no one's forcing her to be there.
Look, girls don't just get themselves into bad situations.
Guys make the situations bad.
You don't know what that feels like, to be a girl in that room.
Yeah, no. I guess you're right.
- I'm just saying it's complicated. - Yeah.
Shit. Shit, guys. Look.
Oh, my God.
Wait, that's... That's Chliie.
He did that to his own girlfriend?
- This is how we take him down. - What do you mean?
She's unconscious in these pictures.
He's fucking raping her.
If we show her these, maybe we can get her to repofl it.
Maybe we can get her to turn against him.
You think she will?
I think we have to try.
Well done, Ed. Well done.