[bright chime] [dramatic music] ♪ ♪ [both grunting] ♪ ♪ Aah! ♪ ♪ [gasping] [grunting] ♪ ♪ [passengers exclaiming] ♪ ♪ Go, move,
get out of my way! Somebody grab him! [grunts] ♪ ♪ No, no, no, no. ♪ ♪ – Please stand back… ♪ ♪ – Get out of my way!
Move! Aah! [grunts] No!
[yells] [desolate music] [mumbling] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [stirring music] ♪ ♪ [Car Seat Headrest’s
“1937 State Park”] ♪ No one should ever
have to look at themselves ♪ No! ♪ High school teen dream ♪ ♪ Dies in the hospital ♪ ♪ Leaves behind a journal
and a pair of Air Jordans ♪ ♪ Lyrics of popular
rock ballads ♪ ♪ Changed to include
his name ♪ ♪ I’m taking back my heart ♪ ♪ You were digging a hole
for it six feet deep ♪ ♪ At the state park
at the state park ♪ [music continues over earpiece] Henry, you’re gonna make me
late for school again! Come on! You take more pills
than my grandma. – Well, you dress like mine. – Oh.
– Good morning, girls. – Hi.
– Good morning. Mom. I made you scrambled eggs
and cream cheese. Your favorite. Can I take my car out
after school? Yeah, as soon as
I’m home from work. Can I go alone
if I stay close to the house? No, no–not until
the doctor says it’s okay. Could you just please sit down
and have a bite of those eggs that I slaved, like, three
minutes in the kitchen over? You can’t take your pills
on an empty stomach. Well, she’s not hungry
’cause she had herself a midnight snack. It’s still sitting there. Do we need to have another talk
about wasting? Uh, no, ’cause I plan
on finishing this later. Did you go out
last night? Um, just for some air. In the middle of the night? The air is out there
all night long. I don’t know what that means.
You’re talking about air? Why do I always
have to take her to school? ‘Cause she’s family now. She’s not family, Dad. Have a heart.
Help your old man out. ♪ You and I drive away
to our paradise ♪ I’ll be out of your hair
soon, okay? What’s that? Just we never really stay
in the same place for longer than six months,
so… ♪ So young and reckless
wild and zealous ♪ Well, your mom’s already
beating my dad’s record, so… Only a matter of time
before it ends, right? ♪ Here we go
here we go ♪ – ♪ I don’t have
an apartment ♪ ♪ Thought if I was smart
I’d make it far, but ♪ ♪ I’m still at the start ♪ ♪ Guess I’m contagious ♪ ♪ It’d be safest
if you ran ♪ ♪ That’s what they all just
end up doing in the end ♪ ♪ Take my car
and paint it black ♪ ♪ Take my arm
break it in half ♪ – If you don’t like it, man,
you can find your own damn ride to school, huh? – ♪ I need the buzz
of a sub ♪ ♪ Need the crack of a whip ♪ ♪ Need some blood
in the cut ♪ ♪ I need noise ♪ ♪ I need the buzz
of a sub ♪ ♪ Need the crack of a whip ♪ ♪ Need some blood in the cut ♪ ♪ ♪ – How’s it going? – Hi.
– Hi. You’re not wearing your spirit bracelet. – Ooh, I left it in the trash.
Sorry. – Did you now? Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go to
the game Friday. – What do you think? – Uh, I think if
I keep asking you, you know, my odds are
bound to go up, right? – Do you know that you’ve,
like, struck out ten times already? For an athlete,
your batting average is shit. – Yeah, well, you know,
at least I play with heart, you know?
And I’m not even, uh, a baseball player,
lucky for me. [people cheering distantly] – And now, a player
who needs no introduction: number 32, Clay Boone! [cheers and applause] – Now what’s up, Reston? Are you ready to kick
the Rebels’ ass this Friday? Give me a W…
– W! – Give me an A…
– A! – Give me an R…
– R! – Give me another R!
– R! – Give me an I…
– I! – Give me an O…
– O! – Katy, good work. You got a B plus. Townes, you got an A,
again. Townes? Townes. [snaps fingers]
– Uh, someone took my pen. – Oh, come on.
Not this again, Townes. – Who took my blue pen? My blue pen was stolen.
– Townes… – My blue pen was right here.
– Earth to Townes! Sit down.
– My blue pen– – Sick of you
disrupting my class. – Someone stole my pen.
– Sit your ass down before I tape it
to your chair. – My blue pen was stolen. – I don’t care about your pen.
Take a seat. – It was stolen!
– Look, you have a black pen, you have a red pen.
You have two pens! – It was stol–
– Sit down! – I have a question for you,
Shelly. Why do we have to
call you “Doctor”? You’re not actually a PhD,
are you? I actually looked you up,
Mr. Gibson. You did your post-grad at the University
of Cincinnati, right? – Young lady, choose your
next words very carefully. – Well, they publish their doctoral dissertations
online. – Okay, you know what?
That’s enough. – Your Master’s is there. It’s a rambling piece of shit but it’s there.
– Principal’s office, now. – I just, like–it’s odd
that I couldn’t find your dissertation
– You know what? Get to the principal.
– Don’t touch me, dude. – Let’s go.
Get out of my classroom. Out of my class-
– I said don’t–dude! – Miss Coles,
get out of my classroom. Uh, Miss Coles? Miss Coles? Uh… Oh, Jesus. Uh… Sit down.
But–just– everybody just give her
some space. Oh, God. Oh, shit. Stay back. Jesus Christ. Uh, please call someone. Uh…oh, God. Um…somebody– somebody call the nurse. [machines hissing, beeping] – This is Henrietta’s second myoclonic seizure
in eight months? – Actually, it’s her third.
She had one at the house, but it was over so quickly
that we didn’t bring her in. – I noticed that you left some
of the questions blank here. If we want to get to the bottom
of these episodes, it would be helpful if we had
her father’s medical history. – Henry’s father left
when she was a little girl. – Is there any other family
on his side we could track down? – I’m sorry, no. – Okay, we’re going to
up the dosage of Henry’s Carbamazepine
and Lamotrigine. Lucy at the front desk
can help you out with that. – Okay.
– Um, can I– What’s going to happen
with my license? – Oh, yeah,
Henry was hoping that she could get her license
back next month. – I’m sorry. Unfortunately, that’s not
going to be possible. I have to file with the DMV
this afternoon. – Um, but the– the doctor last time said
that we could just not tell the DMV for now,
and we could wait. – It’s better for everyone
if you didn’t drive, including you. If we can get these seizures
under control, you can re-apply for
your license in three years. [desolate music] ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ – ♪ A right for a right
a wrong for a wrong ♪ ♪ Was clearly not
life’s design ♪ ♪ Figure out quickly
that nothing gets answered ♪ ♪ When you ask
the universe why ♪ ♪ Life is a journey
to live is to worry ♪ ♪ To love is to lose
your damn mind ♪ ♪ But living’s a blessing
so I’m not stressing ♪ [siren chirping] – You’ll get tired
before I run out of gas, honey. Evening. We’ve had, uh, a rash
of incidents lately. Buddy Neil’s RV, a billboard last night, uh, a school bus. – I’m so sorry, officer. What were you thinking? – You told me it was important
to express myself. – Don’t be a smartass. You know that’s not
what I meant. – You know, in most places, tagging is considered
an art form. – You know what?
Here, it’s considered a felony. – Look, I’m not looking
to lock anyone up, folks. If she pays a fine, promises not to do it again, I don’t have to bring her
before the judge. – Thank you so much.
I promise she will. – Yeah,
this will not happen again. You have my word. – Thanks for this. Can I speak to Henry a moment? – Yeah, of course. – I know what it feels like to be the new girl in town,
believe me. This particular town doesn’t do newcomers well. But Henry, you have to find other outlets. [approaching footsteps] – You’re not even trying,
Henry. – Why should I? – Well, you know, this is a good opportunity
for us, okay? We could really
build a life here. I finally feel excited
to come home to someone. – Mom… – What? – You’ve said that same thing
about, like, the last five guys that you’ve dated. – That is not fair. – Yeah, it is.
It is fair, because this is
what you do. You find some guy, you get sick of him, and then I have to move
to a new fucking town, and we have this conversation
every six months. – Okay,
was Burlington my fault when you stole that motorcycle? – What about Newton? We had to leave
in the middle of the night because of Phil the asshole. That wasn’t because of me. – Okay, you know what? You’re right, all right? But we’ve both made
some mistakes, and… this is different. – [laughs]
– Thomas is a good and honest man.
Okay. [sighs] Your father is not the person
that you think he is. He was never around. He just came and went
as he pleased. I never had any idea
what was happening. – I didn’t ask you about Dad,
so… – Good night. [foreboding music] ♪ ♪ [indistinct chatter] ♪ ♪ – Hey. – We paid for two trailers. I’m only seeing one. – Yeah, one of the drivers
lost his passport, and he’s stuck in Ottawa, so… – Why am I only hearing this
just now? – Sorry, Pop.
I’ll take care of it. – No, you won’t. You had your chance
to take care of it. Now I’m gonna take care of it. ♪ ♪ – Yes, sir. [engine turns over] – Um…what the fuck? Um…hi. – Hey. – What are you doing? – We’re selling your car,
Henry. – Why? – You heard the officer
last night. There’s a fine to be paid and your car is gonna
pay for it. – But I’m–I’m gonna pay
the fine. I’ve said that
I will pay the fine. I’m gonna pay the fine! – Really? Really?
With what money? I don’t got it. – Mom! Mom! Mom? Mom. – There have to be consequences
for your actions. Don’t fight us on this. – But I-I said that
I would pay the fine. – We made a decision,
and that’s final. I’m sorry. [pop music playing on radio] – You know what the worst
thing about this car is? ♪ ♪ Nothing. It’s awesome. ♪ ♪ – Well…now you’re stuck
being my chauffeur for the rest of the year, so… Don’t know why
you’re so happy. – ♪ See me sadness
when we laugh ♪ ♪ When we quiet hear me work ♪ ♪ Feel me love and watch me ♪ ♪ Pull me switch
drag me over ♪ ♪ Know me hard when me soft ♪ ♪ Know me scared
when me talk tough ♪ ♪ Go get them guts
go get them guts ♪ ♪ Cut then cut up
your sleeve ♪ – So freaking cool. Looks like an ancient symbol. – Yeah, it’s, like…
Chinese? I think. – [laughs] Patty,
your mom’s gonna kill you. – Yeah,
she’s not even gonna know. Hi. Hi, can I help you? – Your sister isn’t coming
with us on Saturday, is she? – She’s not my sister, and no. – Did you guys hear
what happened last night? Michelle Reilley said that Clay hooked up
with Tracy Stafford. – Brenda… – Sorry, Patty.
– Why? You guys think I want
Clay Boone back? Yeah, those sluts can have him. – [laughs] – Did you know that
there are six different kinds of
generalized seizures? Your affliction interests me. I’m doing some research
on the matter. – No talking
in detention. – My pens began to move when your seizure started. So did other objects
in the room. It was an abnormal occurrence. Do you have a brain tumor? – Not that I know of. – I was hoping
you had a brain tumor. Brain tumors can cause psychic episodes. – Shh. – I didn’t cause things
in the room to move. – How do you know? – Because no one can cause things
in a room to move. – Well, I don’t believe that
to be true. – Shh! – [whispering]
You’re crazier than I am. Do you know that? – Swing the ball.
Swing the ball. Whoo!
Good edge. – Hustle, Clay, hustle! – That girl I was
telling you about? She’s got a sister. Her name’s Candace.
She goes to, uh, New Rochelle.
She’s a freshman. – Oh, that girl has no idea
what she’s in for. – Stop talking, Clay,
God damn it! – What are you guys
talking about? – Shut up, Munther.
– Cut the chatter out there. – Focus.
Rebound, rebound. – Whoo!
– Yeah! – Move the ball, move the ball. – One of my drivers
got stuck in Ottawa. Dipshit lost his passport. – Yeah, I’ll–I’ll
take care of that. – Thanks. Stay on him!
Come on, Clay! You dummy! – I didn’t raise a pussy,
but that’s how you’re playing out there,
like a goddamn pussy. You got rocks in your head? Huh? I told you to drive
and keep driving. I didn’t even recognize you
out there. Where’s the killer instinct? – Dad, it’s just practice. – You play like you practice. You understand? [inaudible] [dark music] ♪ ♪ – Unh! [rock music] ♪ ♪ – We got to get you there.
That’s what needs to happen. – Uh, C-Clay? Clay! ♪ ♪ Can I talk to you? [indistinct chatter] – Hey. – Hi.
– ‘Sup? – I need a favor. – Okay. What’s the favor? – I need to steal a car. – You need to steal a car? Okay, um… You ever stolen a car before? – Yeah, actually. – So then,
if you’re so experienced, why do you need my help? – It’s parked
in your dad’s lot. – Yeah, I think I can help you. – Yeah? Okay, meet me after school. – Okay. Hey, Gale. – Hey there, Clay. – Dad know you’re down here? – Jesus.
Scared the hell out of me, man. – What are you doing? – Um… Nothing.
I’m just… – Just what? – Just borrowing a car. – Why are you in
the pink slip drawer, then? – Uh… – Okay. Never mind, hotshot.
I don’t want to know. – Am I the man, or what? – Thank you.
Thank you. – Yeah. – Hi, babe.
– Hi! Dan Garvey’s kid just spilled split pea soup all over me. Just chucked it at me. What?
What is it? – Henry never came home
after school. – Oh, shit. – Mark Weiner said
she skipped detention. – She’s out of control. – Don’t–I called her twice.
It just goes to voice mail. [pop music playing on radio] ♪ ♪ [hip-hop music playing
on radio] ♪ ♪ [phone buzzes] – Honey,
what, uh… what are you doing? – She is not getting past me
tonight. ♪ ♪ – Hello. – Hi. ♪ ♪ – Thank you for this. – Yeah, any time. You know, I think we make,
actually, a pretty great team. What should we steal next? ♪ ♪ So, uh,
let me ask you something. ♪ ♪ What’s your deal? – [laughs] – Like–like,
why are you always alone? ♪ ♪ – Um…
[laughs] I like being alone. – No one likes being alone. ♪ ♪ – Yeah, well,
you would think that. – So, now all of a sudden
you know me? ♪ ♪ – Think everybody
kind of knows you. – Okay.
– A little bit. – Okay.
Maybe they’re wrong, though. Maybe I’m not
what people say. – [laughs] ♪ ♪ – What is that? In your hair? – Oh, um…
[laughs] It’s paint. It’s spray paint. – Oh.
Mm. Have I seen your work? – I don’t know.
Maybe. ♪ ♪ – Oh.
[laughs] – Yeah. ♪ ♪ – [laughs nervously] Um… Ah. Hey. I think… I think I should actually go… – Go where?
What are you talking about? – [laughs nervously] Oh, okay.
Clay, Clay, Clay, Clay, Clay. No, I’m– – Hey, don’t worry.
– I’m being serious. Ow!
Clay! – I just want you
to feel good. – That hurt!
Ow! – Henry, calm down.
Calm down. – Please, just get off of me. Ow, please, please, please.
I’m asking you to please– no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, please, please, no. I don’t want–please.
Please, no. ♪ ♪ – See? ♪ ♪ – I… – See? ♪ ♪ You’ll get wet soon. – Get the f– Get the fuck off of me!
– Jesus, Henry, what’s your problem? – Get the fuck off of me! – Henry, just stay. What the– Holy– [metallic thumping] [dramatic music] ♪ ♪ Jesus! ♪ ♪ – [grunts] [rumbling] [chain creaking] Uh… ♪ ♪ – Henry?
Are you up there? – Um… uh…yeah. [tense music] – Henry? – Yeah. – Henry, is that you? ♪ ♪ How did you get in here? – Uh… Um…
– Where have you been? – I-I don’t… I don’t know. – What do you mean,
you don’t know? Are you high?
Look at me. – No.
No, I’m not! I’m not–I’m just–
okay, just… just listen to me
for a second, okay? I…
– What the f– – Mom… I think something
really strange happened. – What is–
what has happened here? – I’m sorry.
I’m really sorry. – What happened to the wall? – Mom… Just–okay–
– I just want to know if we should be expecting another knock on the door
from the police tonight. – No. Um… No, that’s not gonna happen
tonight. I’m sorry. – [laughs] It’s perfect.
– Yeah? You don’t think it’s, like,
too big, or makes my ass look huge,
or something? – No, it fits you perfectly.
You look gorgeous. Excuse me. Knock, please. – Um… I-I need to borrow
your car. – What does the freak want?
– I don’t know. – Jenna, where are your keys? – I–Dad!
– Jenna! [pop music playing] [whispering]
I need your help. – What is it, hon? – Nothing, Dad. Good night. – So, um, I–
I was with Clay. – You were with Clay Boone? – Yeah,
we were in his truck. Um… And we were kissing, and then he put his, um–
he tried to… But I said no, and–
but he wouldn’t stop, and… – Henry…
– Um… And then he put his hand
on my leg, and then on–
– Are you okay? – He put his hand down my… And… Um, and I said no,
but he wouldn’t… – Did he rape you?
– No. I mean, if–if I hadn’t, he… And then I ended up here, and I–I don’t–
I don’t know how… I don’t know how I’m here. – Did he roofie you?
– No, he didn’t roofie me. This is what I wanted
to show you, because this–okay,
this is the weird part. Let me just–
let me just show you. – What is that? – I think it’s the door
to Clay’s truck. – [scoffs] Well, how did it get here? [ominous music] ♪ ♪ – Just wait here. ♪ ♪ – Oh…
– [screams] ♪ ♪ Hello, 911? Um, yeah, I need to report
an accident. Get in the car. ♪ ♪ Jenna, please don’t tell
my mom or your dad, okay? [sirens wailing] ♪ ♪ – This is so messed up. – Might have been a deer. I seen a deer
do stuff like this. – Did a deer take
the door with him? And put away the beer, Randy. This is a crime scene. – Figure it was a hit and run? – Well, maybe, but where’s the paint
from the other vehicle? – Think you all
should consider my deer theory. ♪ ♪ – Is my boy gonna play ball
again, Doc? – Your son’s a real fighter,
Mr. Boone. He’s got a very good shot
at pulling through. That said, Clay’s spine was fractured at the second lumbosacral
vertebra. I am sorry, Mr. Boone. – What’s going on? – The Boone kid
had a car accident. – Poor kid was hurt
really bad. – It was a hit and run. They got a suspect. – Did they say who? – God help the poor
son of a bitch when Bill Boone gets his hands
on him. – Hold on a second.
I was at home last night. – You know, one piece
of advice for you: shut up. – Hey.
– Hey. – Local news picked up this
arrest awfully fast, Sheriff. – Ah, Clay Boone’s a popular
kid in town. News travels fast.
This son of a bitch got blind drunk
at the lodge last night. – Hold on…
– Just keep your mouth shut. Keep your mouth shut,
you understand me? – Officer…
– And then he plowed his truck right into Clay’s. – I didn’t know you lived
in the trailer park, Eddie. – No–
– No, no, his, uh– his mom’s got a trailer
over there. – Where’s Eddie’s car?
Is it impound? ‘Cause I’d love to take
a look at it. – It ain’t at the impound.
It’s a hit and run, okay? Case closed. – We need to just forget
about last night, okay? [dark music] ♪ ♪ – Hi. We are collecting donations to get Clay some flowers. – That’s so sweet. – So sad about Clay. Thank you very much. – Certain types of seizures
are recurring. Have you had
another episode? – I’ve been dealing with
some really weird shit, Townes. – Define “weird.” – Something… something happened.
Something, like, really strange happened. – Strange like what happened
in the classroom? Did you move things
with your mind again? – I-I don’t… I don’t really know what I did. – When did this happen? – Last night. – Hi. We’re collecting donations to get Clay flowers. – You had an episode
last night? – What is he talking about? – Nothing.
Um… I-I actually don’t have cash,
Patty. Otherwise, I-I would. [ominous music] ♪ ♪ [knock on door] ♪ ♪ – Hi.
Hello, Mr. Hope. Sorry to disturb you. I need to speak
to Henry’s mother. – She’s not here right now. – May I come in? So, last night,
around 11:00 p.m., there was a 911 call
from Henry’s phone. She reported Clay’s accident. – Henry called in
Clay’s accident? I don’t see how
that’s possible. – Well, it sure sounded
like her on the call. – Officer,
Henry was with us all night. – You sure? – Yeah, positive. She sat right there
on that couch. – Henrietta Coles? Just the little lady
I wanted to see. – Sorry, who are you? – I’m Clay’s brother. Know he… took your car yesterday
off the lot. – Yeah, I-I don’t know
anything about that. – No, I think you were
with him. – I-I don’t know
what you’re talking about. I’m sorry, man. – Hey, I need to talk to you. Are you kidding me
right now? – Let’s go.
– But– – Jenna, let’s go. Go, go, go, go, go. [pop music playing on radio] – I’m going. – Go, go, go.
– I’m trying! Okay! ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ – Shit. – What’s wrong? – It’s Clay’s brother. – What does he want? [rock music playing on radio] ♪ ♪ – Shit! Jenna, drive.
Jenna, drive, drive! – Okay, I’m going, I’m going. – Jenna,
he’s right beside us. – What do you want me to do?
– Don’t listen to him. – Pull alongside of the road.
You’re not getting away. – Henry,
why is he following us? [horn honking]
– Hey, pull over! [both shouting] [horn honks, tires screech] – Shit! ♪ ♪ – Fuck. I’m sorry.
– Jesus, Jenna. – Shit.
Are you okay? – Yeah.
– I’m sorry. ♪ ♪ – Um, okay. I’m gonna handle this, okay? – What do you–
what do you mean? Henry, get back
in the car. – Jenna, just go home.
Go get help, okay? Go get help now. – Why’d you run away from me? I just wanted to have
a conversation. – Well, I’m here. Let’s converse. – You’re the last person
to see my brother before the accident. – Dude, I–
I didn’t see him. – You’re trying to bullshit
a bullshitter right now, because I know you’re lying. – I’m not.
I’m not lying to you. I’m not. – You sure? – Yeah. I don’t–I don’t know
what you’re talking– – Okay, you’re coming
and you’re answering my questions.
– Hey, hey! Don’t touch me!
Hey! – Answer–shut up.
– [screams] – Help! – Shut up.
– Let– – All right, you know what?
– Help! Help! Let go of me! [screams] – Shut up. – Hey!
Help! [engine turns over] Let–let me out! Hey! [rock music playing] ♪ ♪ [grunting, screaming] Let me– let me out! ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [horn honks] [horn honks] – Hey! Hey! Hey, stop!
Stop! Cut it, Jorge! Cut the–cut the water! – Hey!
Hey! – Hey, don’t worry
about the vacuum. Hey, hey,
just leave the car. Leave the car, Nick.
I’ll get it. Can you just go? ♪ ♪ Let’s go!
Lomo, you don’t need to… Come on. Come on, let’s move it, guys!
Hustle! You have legs!
Use your legs. Jorge, you got legs. Can you just not walk
any faster? – Hey!
Hey, I’m in here! Hey! – Are you listening
to anything I’m saying? I’m giving you the rest
of the afternoon off, okay? Everybody happy? Okay. ♪ ♪ Okay, Henrietta. No more fucking around. [tools rattling] [rumbling] [desolate music] ♪ ♪ – Dad? ♪ ♪ Dad! Dad?
Dad! ♪ ♪ – Hi. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [whooshing] [water running] ♪ ♪