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This article is a script for Episode 1, "Chrysalis".

Nightmare Edit

- Lighthouse -

It is raining heavily. The forest and the lighthouse pathway are lit up momentarily by lightning flashes. Max is lying on the ground with her eyes closed. She slowly opens her eyes and starts to look around.

Max (thinking): Where am I? What's happening? (Gets up) I'm trapped in a storm? How did I get here? ...and where is "here"?

Max notices the lighthouse in the distance.

Max (thinking): Wait... There's the lighthouse... I'll be safe if I can make it there... I hope... Please let me make it there...

Max lifts up her left arm to protect herself from the wind.

Max (thinking): Come on Max, you can make it...

Max reaches the lighthouse and sees the tornado approaching Arcadia Bay.

Max: Holy shit.

The tornado blows up a boat, which hits the lighthouse and breaks it in two. The upper portion starts to fall on Max.

Max: Whoa! No!

Blackwell Edit

- Art Class -

Jefferson's lecture Edit

Max wakes up and examines her surroundings.

Max (thinking): That was so surreal.

Mr. Jefferson: Alfred Hitchcock famously called film "little pieces of time" but he could be talking about photography, as he likely was.

Max (thinking): Okay... I'm in class...

Stella's pen falls on the floor.

Max (thinking): Everything's cool... I'm okay...

Mr. Jefferson: These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow; from color to chiaroscuro...

Taylor throws a paper ball at Kate.

Mr. Jefferson: Now can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white?

Victoria's phone vibrates.

Max (thinking): I didn't fall asleep, and... that sure didn't feel like a dream... Weird.

Victoria: Diane Arbus.

Mr. Jefferson: There you go, Victoria! Why Arbus?

Victoria: Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel like, totally haunted by the eyes of those sad mothers and children.

Mr. Jefferson: She saw humanity as tortured, right? And frankly, it's bullshit. Shh, keep that to yourself. Seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation. And any one of you could do that to me. Isn't that too easy? Too obvious? What if Arbus chose to capture people at the height of their beauty or innocence? She had a brilliant eye, so she could have taken another approach.

Victoria: I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of her work. I prefer... Robert Frank.

Mr. Jefferson: Me too, Victoria. He captured the essence of post-war, beat America. And there was honesty about the economic conditions of the era, but a beauty in the struggle. You don't have beauty without a beat. Which explains why Frank was Kerouac's photographic muse and both were great chroniclers of the 1950s. Well... We've all seen that iconic shot of Kerouac on the balcony - and if you haven't, shame, shame - capturing the romantic urban solitude of the 20th century poet. You dig? Now, contrast Frank's stark Americana with Salvador Dali's surrealist photographs. Like Cocteau, he was a true renaissance man, and his famous self-portraits are famous early examples of that truly awful word you pesky kids love so much, the "selfie". And it's a great tradition, and I wholeheartedly fight for your right to self-expression. Or selfie-expression. Heh, sorry, I know. So if anybody wants to question the portrait as modern narcissism, they could go back hundreds of years to blame society. Speaking of questions, I bet you thought I'd talk all the way until the bell rang. It's your turn to lecture us. Now, based on the chapters I have no doubt you all memorized, who can tell me the name of the actual process that led to the birth of the self-portrait? Anybody? ... This does not bode well. Just jump right in with an answer. This was in the chapters you read. You did read the chapters, right? Your silence is deafening. If this were a photo, I'd call it a still life.

Max takes a selfie with her camera.

Mr. Jefferson: Shh, I believe Max has taken what you kids call a "selfie"... A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max... has a gift. Of course, as you all know, the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800's. Your generation was not the first to use images for selfie-expression. Sorry. I couldn't resist. The point remains that the portraiture has always been a vital aspect of art, and photography, for as long as it's been around. Now Max, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?

Max: You're asking me? Let me think... Um...

Max: I did know! …But I kinda forgot.

Mr. Jefferson (angrily): You either know this or not, Max. Is there anybody here who knows their stuff?

Victoria: Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created "daguerreotypes", a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror. (Turns to Max.) Now you're totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face.

Taylor laughs.

Mr. Jefferson: Very good, Victoria. The Daguerreian Process brought out fine detail in people's faces, making them extremely popular from the 1800's onward. The first American daguerreotype self-portrait was done by Robert Cornelius. You can find out all about him... In your textbook. Or even... online.

Bell rings.

Mr. Jefferson: And guys, don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the "Everyday Heroes" contest. I'll fly out with the winner to San Francisco where you'll be feted by the art world. It's great exposure and it can kickstart a career in photography. So Stella and Alyssa, get it together. Taylor, don't hide, I'm still waiting for your entry too. And yes Max, I see you pretending not to see me.

Max (thinking): Victoria doesn't waste a second kissing ass...

Optional Conversation with Kate Edit

Max: Hi, Kate.

Kate: Oh, hi Max.

Max: Kate, I hope I didn't embarrass you with my lame answer.

Kate: It sucks to be dragged into the spotlight.

Max: Unless you're Victoria.

Kate: She's got nothing on you, Max. Well, I should get going.

Max: Yeah, me too. Talk to you later.

Kate: Sure.

Max: You seem quiet today.

Kate: Just thinking too much...

Max: I think Victoria has already won the contest... As usual.

Kate: She's got nothing on you, Max. Well, I should get going.

Max: Yeah, me too. Talk to you later.

Kate: Sure.

Max: I hear that. Want to go grab a cup o' tea and bitch about life?

Kate: Thanks, but not today. I have to go over homework.

Max: No worries. Let's hang later.

Kate: Sure.

Jefferson and Victoria's conversation

Mr. Jefferson: Yes Victoria, you still have to do your homework this week, even if you're submitting your photo for the competition. Everybody in class is turning a photo, so you see the dilemma.

Victoria: I know, Mr. Jefferson. I just worked so hard on this shot, and I'm sure you know what it's like to be consumed by your work. I just really think "Everyday Heroes" is an important cultural event and I want to represent Blackwell Academy.

Mr. Jefferson: You have just by participating, by putting yourself out there in the world. Well, no matter who wins, this is just a bump on a bigger road. I don't want anybody to feel excluded from this process. But I also want everybody to know that this photographic world is not for everybody. I had my moment in the camera eye and everybody should have that chance, right?

Victoria: Oh totally. I only want to share whatever gifts I have with the world... 

Conversation with Jefferson Edit

Max approaches Victoria and Jefferson.

Max: Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson, can I talk to you for moment?

Victoria: Yes, excuse you.

Mr. Jefferson: No, Victoria, excuse us. I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in her picture.

Max: Do I have to? I just don't think it's that big a deal.

Max: I didn't have any time... Way too much homework.

Mr. Jefferson: Max, you're a better photographer than a liar... Now I know it's a drag to hear some old dude lecture you... but life won't wait for you to play catch-up. You're young, the world is yours, blah blah blah, right? But you do have a gift, you have the fever to take images, to frame the world only the way you envision it. Now, all you need is the courage to share your gift with others. That's what separates the artist, from the amateur.

Max leaves the art class.

- Corridor -

Max (thinking): Welcome to the real world...

Juliet and Zachary start walking across the hallway.

Max (thinking): I need a serious time out in the bathroom. Splash water on my face and make sure I don't look like a total loser.

Juliet and Zachary's conversation in the background

Juliet: You didn't tell me how cute I looked yet.

Zachary: I was about to. You always look cute.

Juliet: Just cute?

Zachary: Hawt.

Juliet: Then I might send you a special picture during class.

Zachary: Don't even tease me.

Juliet: You know I don't tease.

Zachary: I hate that Science class with those nerds.

Juliet: Whats that got to do with anything?

Zachary: Uh, because if you send me a picture I won't be bored.

Juliet: You suck.

Courtney and Taylor's conversation

Courtney: Why would anybody want to carry around a dorky instamatic?

Taylor: Because Max wants everybody to see how hip she is.

Courtney: As if. She plays it so shy.

Taylor: She's so fucking shy she take selfies with a giant camera.

Justin and Juliet's conversation

Justin: I'm serious. I couldn't even get off the couch.

Dana: When can you?

Justin: "When I have to get my education on. And see you.

Dana: You should take a smoke break.

Justin: Dana, I have. I haven't smoked since... I haven't smoke since I woke up at seven.

Dana: What's the point of even coming to class if you're baked?

Justin: What's the point of coming to class, period?

Dana: Okay, rebel.

Justin: Besides, why do you think they call it ‘high school'?

Dana: You are such a dork I can never get mad at you.

Justin: Want to take a quick rip of my new Fire OG?

Conversation between Logan, his friend and Daniel

Logan: Yo Daniel, you remember that it's payday?

Friend: Yeah, payday...

Logan: I know you didn't forget you owe us cash.

Daniel: I forgot for what.

Logan: For making sure nobody kicks your ass.

Friend: Yeah, your ass.

Daniel: Logan, seriously, leave me alone.

Logan: You're not the boss of me, bro.

Friend: Not the boss, bro.

Daniel: No, I'm, I'm..., I'm just trying to go to class.

Brooke's comments on her game

Brooke: Oh, come on, baby, hold it together... Take that corner... Oooo, shit! Sorry, farmers. Come on, shift it! Get out of my way, Ferrari, si? Almost there... Third place? That's bullshit! Grand Pricks!

Samuel's comments

Samuel: I don't mind the mopping but can't you pick up your damn feet? Dragging dirty tracks everywhere. This is an excellent mop however. I keep it clean. I feel like a ghost to these kids. They barely see me. Poor girl. Nobody should vanish like that...

- Bathroom -

Max (taking off earphones, thinking): Empty. Good. Nobody can see my meltdown. Except for me.

Max washes her face using one of the sinks, then takes out her polaroid photo.

Max (looking at her photo): Just relax. Stop torturing yourself. You have "a gift".

Max: Fuck it.

Max tears apart her photo.

Butterfly flies in and lands on a bucket, behind a stall. Max follows after.

Max (thinking): When a door closes, a window opens... Or, something like that. 'Okay girl, you don't get a photo op like this everyday...

Max approaches the butterfly and takes a photo of it. The butterfly takes off and lands on a sink. Nathan enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Max hears the sound and turns around.

Nathan and Chloe's conversation Edit

Nathan (breathing heavily): It's cool, Nathan... Don't stress... You're okay, bro. Just count to three... Don't be scared... You own this school... If I wanted, I could blow it up... You're the Boss...

Chloe enters.

Nathan: So what do you want?

Chloe: I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say. Now, let's talk bidness.

Nathan: I got nothing for you.

Chloe: Wrong. You got hella cash.

Nathan: That's my family, not me.

Chloe: Oh boo hoo, poor little rich kid. I know you been pumpin' drugs n' shit to kids around here... I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now.

Nathan: Leave them out of this, bitch.

Chloe: I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself!

Nathan takes out his gun and points it at Chloe.

Nathan: You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with!

Chloe: Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!

Nathan: Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me!

Chloe: You are going to get in hella more problems for this than drugs.

Nathan: Nobody would ever miss your "punk ass" would they?

Chloe: Get that gun away from me, psycho!

Nathan pulls the trigger and shoots Chloe in the stomach. Max stretches out her right hand. The gun falls on the ground in slow motion. Moments later, the whole sequence is reversed and Max finds herself in the art class.

Jefferson's lecture Edit

Max (looking around nervously, thinking): Whoa! What the fuck...? How, how can that be? I was in the bathroom... He shot that poor girl... I held up my hand... and then I was back here.

Jefferson reads his lecture in the background. Stella's pen falls on the floor.

Max (thinking): I already heard this lecture...

Taylor throws a paper ball at Kate.

Max (thinking): Now Kate is being hassled again... And if Victoria's phone rings... This is real.

Victoria's phone vibrates. Max knocks her camera off the desk and breaks it.

Max (thinking): Shit! Man, I cannot believe this... Okay, if I'm crazy, I might as well go all the way... Can I actually reverse time?

Max rewinds time with her right hand. The camera gets repaired and returns to its original place.

Max (looking at her hand, thinking): I did it... I actually did it! I'm a human time machine...

Max (thinking): Max, don't freak out. Not yet. Keep it together, Max. When I took my selfie, Jefferson asked me a question. If he does again, I'll know this is for real.

Max takes a selfie.

Jefferson:  Shh, I believe Max has taken what you kids call a "selfie"... A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max... has a gift.

Max (thinking): I know I'm not dreaming this. It's real. I can tell.

Jefferson:  Of course, as you all know, the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800's. Your generation is not the first to use images for selfie-expression. Sorry.

Max (thinking): So I can go back in time... What if that girl isn't dead yet? Can I save her?

Jefferson: The point remains that portraiture has always been a vital aspect of art, and photography, for as long as it's been around.

Max (thinking): I need to go to the bathroom quickly and check it out!

Jefferson: Now Max, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?

Max: I'm sorry. I feel sick. May I be excused?

Max: I'm sorry but I really have to use the bathroom.

Jefferson: Nice try, Max. But you're not going to get away that easy. We can talk more after class.

Max (shaking her head, thinking): Oh shit, Jefferson wants to keep me after class. And I need time to save that girl...

Jefferson: Is there anybody here who knows their stuff?

Victoria:  Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created "daguerreotypes" a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror. Now you're totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face.

Jefferson:  Very good, Victoria.

Max (thinking): What if I rewind again, and give him the right answer?

Max rewinds.

Jefferson: Now Max, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?

Max: The Daguerreian Process. Invented by a French painter named... Louis Daguerre. Around 1830.

Jefferson:  Somebody has been reading, as well as posing. Nice work, Max.

Victoria gives Max an annoyed look.

Jefferson: The Daguerreian Process made portraiture hugely popular, mainly because it gave the subjects clear defined features. You can learn more when you actually finish reading the assigned chapters. Max is so far, way ahead of everybody.

Bell rings.

Jefferson: And guys don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the "Everyday Heroes" Contest. I will fly out with the winner to San Francisco where you'll be feted by the art world. I's great exposure and it can kickstart a career in photography. So Stella and Alyssa, get it together. Taylor don't hide, I'm still waiting for your entry too. And yes Max, I see you pretending not to see me.

Max (thinking): Max, you are not crazy. You are not dreaming. It's time to be an everyday hero.

Optional Conversation with Kate Edit

Kate: Nice answer, Max. Are you okay? You look pale.

Max: Kate, uh, did we talk at all today?

Kate: This is the first time. What's wrong?

Max: I'm sorry, I'm just tripping. Too much stress.

Kate: I know the feeling.

Max:  I have to go... Too much happening right now.

Kate: Sure.

Max:  I wish we didn't. I do have to go, but we can talk later if you want. Kate: I'll see how I feel. Thanks Max.

Max tries to leave the art class, but is stopped by Jefferson.

Jefferson: I see you, Max Caulfield. Don't even think about leaving here until we talk about your entry.

Max walks closer to Jefferson.

Conversation with Jefferson Edit

Jefferson: I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in her picture.

Max: I'm not avoiding, just...

Jefferson: Biding time, waiting for the elusive "right moment"?

Max: Exactly.

Max: Uh, yeah, I'm not sure I have one.

Jefferson: Given your selfie output, I'm sure you must have about a thousand pics by now?

Max: It'll take a long time to find a good one.

Jefferson: Max, don't wait too long. John Lennon once said that "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." Go on now, don't let me stop you.

Max rewinds.

Max: Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson, can I talk to you for a moment?

Victoria: Yes, excuse you.

Jefferson: No, Victoria, excuse us. I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in her picture.

Max:  I'm on top of it. I think John Lennon once said that "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans."

Jefferson:  Max, you are on fire today. All the right answers. Good. Make sure you finish working on it by today. I have faith in you.

Max leaves the art class.

- Corridor -

Max (thinking): I hope I have enough time to get to the bathroom... please... please... I can't tell anybody... they'll think I'm crazy!

Max enters the bathroom.

- Bathroom -

Nathan and Chloe's conversation with Max's knowledge Edit

Max (thinking): Okay, Max, retrace every step... (Approaches the sink.) I washed my face... (Washes her face.) I shredded my photo... (Tears her photo.) Then the... butterfly flew in... And I took a photo...

Max takes a photo of the butterfly. Nathan and Chloe enter the bathroom.

Nathan: ...leave them out of this, bitch.

Chloe: I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself!

Nathan: You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with!

Chloe: Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!

Max (thinking): Wowser, it's happening again. (Looks at the fire alarm.) I need a hammer to break it open!

Nathan: Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me!

Chloe: You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs.

Nathan: Nobody would ever miss your "punk ass" would they?

Chloe: Get that gun away from me, psycho!

Nathan kills Chloe and drops his gun on the ground. He then starts to shake Chloe and walk around the bathroom nervously.

Max (thinking): Holy shit, I can't let this happen... If I can reverse time again, I can help her.

Nathan: Oh... Shit! No, no, no, no...

Max rewinds.

Nathan: Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me!

Chloe: You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs.

Nathan: Nobody would ever miss your "punk ass" would they?

Max moves a maintenance cart, grabs a hammer from the floor and breaks the fire alarm glass with it. She then starts the fire alarm.

Nathan (looking back): No way...

Chloe: Don't EVER touch me again, freak!

Chloe punches Nathan and he falls on the ground. Chloe exits the bathroom. Nathan picks up his gun and notices the pieces of Max's photo on the floor.

Nathan: Another shitty day...

Nathan exits the bathroom.

Max (thinking): That did not happen! This cannot be real! I just saw a girl get shot and then saved her! What the fuck is going on? Do. Not. Freak. Out.

Max exits the bathroom

- Corridor -

Conversation with David Edit

David: Hey, do you hear that fire alarm? That means you should be outside.

Max: I had to use the bathroom...

David: Girls always use that excuse.

Max: Excuse for what?

David: For whatever you're up to. Your face is covered in guilt.

Max: The alarm tripped me out.

David: Then trip on out of here, Missy. Or are you hiding something? Huh?

Principal WellsThank you Mr. Madsen, the situation is under control. There's no emergency here. Leave Miss Caulfield alone and please turn off that alarm, since that's your job.

David walks away.

Conversation with Principal Wells Edit

Max tries to leave the building, but Wells stops her.

Principal Wells: Hold on, Max. Come back here.

Principal Wells: You look a little stressed out. Are you okay?

Max: I'm... I'm just a little worried about my... future.

Principal Wells: You are sweating pinballs. Is that all you're thinking about? You can always be upfront with me, Max.

Principal Wells: Or have you done something wrong... Is that it? Well, Max? Talk to me.

Max: I just saw Nathan Prescott waving a gun around... in the girls' room.

Principal Wells: Nathan Prescott. You sure?

Max: Yes. He was in the bathroom talking to himself with a gun. I saw everything! He was babbling like crazy!

Principal Wells: Okay, slow down, slow down. So now you saw this... Without him seeing you?

Max: I was hiding behind a stall. I have the right to be there. It's the girls' room---

Principal Wells: I know, I know. I just wanted to be completely clear what happened. Mr. Prescott happens to be from the town's most distinguished family. And one of Blackwell's most honored students. So it's hard for me to see him brandishing a weapon in the girls' bathroom. So what happened next?

Max: Then... Then he left. I ran out here wondering what to do. Are you going to bust him?

Principal Wells: We'll continue this discussion, later, in my office. Please go outside with the rest of your class now, Miss Caulfield.

Max (thinking): Of course this academic drone won't do anything since the Prescott family owns Blackwell now. Should I rewind and change my story?

Max: I just got sick in class... Um, female trouble.

Principal Wells: Except you're wandering around like a zombie. And do you think it's the first time a student has used that line on me?

Max: It's the truth. I felt dizzy in Mr. Jefferson's class.

Principal Wells: Just tell me what you're hiding. You can trust me.

Max: There's nothing to hide. I got sick. It happens, you know.

Principal Wells: There's that teen 'tude again. You know, I've heard enough. Don't think I don't know what goes on around here. You've only been here for three weeks and you're already causing conflict. I don't think your parents will approve when they find out. Now get outside with the class. Please.

Max (thinking): No, he does not buy that at all. I may have just flushed my scholarship down the toilet... Yes I could rewind and actually tell him the truth...

Max leaves the building.

Main Campus Edit

Principal Wells (through speakers): Would Nathan Prescott please come to the front office. Thank you.

Ms. Grant petition dialogue (optional)Edit

Max:  Hi, Ms. Grant.

Ms.Grant: Excuse me, Max? I know everybody loves being asked to sign a petition, but would you do Ms. Grant a favor and hear me out?

Max:  Sure, I always have time for you. What's the petition?

Ms.Grant: David Madsen, our chief of security, wants to put surveillance cameras all around the campus. Halls, classrooms, gym, dorm rooms etc. Blackwell Academy should be a high school, not a high security penitentiary.

Max: David Madsen doesn't need another excuse to harass students here...

Ms.Grant: Max, this isn't about personalities. this is about protecting civil rights and our school's legacy of freedom.

Max: That's crazy. I get why schools should be on high alert these days, but cameras in the dorm rooms?

Ms.Grant: It's a slippery slope. And it's up to you and your classmates to stand up here.

Max: I guess cameras could have helped Rachel. I can see both sides.

Ms.Grant: You're fair minded, Max. And we all pray Rachel is found safe and sound, bless her soul. But this petition isn't about her.

Ms.Grant: Blackwell Academy has a noble heritage, from the Native Americans who founded this land, to the pioneers who shared it in peace, not fear and violence.

Max: The Native Americans?

Ms.Grant: The tribes who were here first, who welcomed the settlers. Both cultures found a mutual symbiosis and thrived.

Max: Blackwell is that old? That's incredible.

Ms.Grant: You should learn a little history about your alma mater. You'll find some fascinating facts. There's a lot of power in this region. I think it helps the creative juices flow around here.

Max: You know a lot about Blackwell for being the science teacher.

Ms.Grant: Science is history, Max. And I have a secret wish to teach local lore and legends. There's a lot of unique facts about this you might really enjoy discovering.

Ms.Grant: Now before I assign you homework with this lecture, will you please sign the petition to keep our campus from going back to 1984?

Max: Absolutely. I don't mind security, but not... pure surveillance.

Ms.Grant: I knew you were my favorite new student at Blackwell for a good reason.

Max: Ms. Grant, I totally respect your passion and knowledge, but some security cameras make me feel a little safer.

Ms.Grant: I'm not against security, Max. We should all be concerned when private space becomes public. Your generation has been tricked to think everything should be recorded.

Max: Well, I'm kind of in a rush now, I don't really have the time...

Ms.Grant: Too bad. Serious things are taking place at Blackwell and they effect you most of all. Come back and see me when you do have time, promise?

Optional Conversation with BrookeEdit

Max: Hi, Brooke.

Brooke: Let me guess... You want to fly my drone?

Max: I'd love to! I love planes and balloons and—

Brooke: This is neither. Do you know what a drone really is?

Max: A weapon, right?

Brooke: Uh, you read too many conspiracy sites. This might be too complicated for you. Funny, Warren said you were smart. Please, step back.

Max: Is that really yours? Is that even legal?

Brooke Of course. Nobody knows about it yet.

Max: Isn't it considered a weapon of war?

Brooke: Uh, you read too many conspiracy sites. This might be too complicated for you. Funny, Warren said you were smart. Please, step back.

Max: That looks like a HiFly drone, model ...B400 EVO? Now that's a nice piece of tech.

Brooke: You're full of surprises. Why would you know that?

Max: I love aerial photography. Drones are perfect for that, especially those with great range. It's a new era of images.

Brooke: Most impressive, Max. Warren said you were multi-faceted. Here, give the drone a whirl around campus.

Optional Conversation with HaydenEdit

Max: Hey, Hayden.

Hayden: There she is, the retro-selfie master.

Max: That's me all right. You look relaxed as usual, Hayden.

Hayden: It's a skill one cultivates at Blackwell. Especially when one represents the Vortex Club. Not to boast.

Max: What the hell is the Vortex Club anyway? Seems so elitist...

Hayden: Only if you're not cool enough to get in. And it doesn't hurt your resume.

Max: If you say so...

Hayden: I do. But you should actually come hang with us one night. Then you wouldn't be so inclined to gossip.

Max: You mean hang with the Vortex Club? That sounds like a set-up to a horrible prank...

Hayden: Chillax, paranoia girl. We're not that desperate for fun. We know how to do that on our own.

Max: I don't think so. I'm not Ms. Party.

Hayden: That's because you haven't partied with us. Or even Victoria. Who's pretty funny when she's baked.

Max: It seems weird to think about partying with all those Rachel Amber posters up...

Hayden: You're high. Rachel used to hang out with us too. She was a blast. Smart, not bitchy like... you know.

Max: So you knew Rachel Amber?

Hayden: I knew she liked to party. Hah, fun to be around. Oh yeah, and she was hot.

Max: What do you think happened to her?

Hayden: Oh, whatever happens to people who disappear without a trace.

Max: Did Victoria like Rachel? She seems like the jealous type.

Hayden: Don't think you know Victoria so well. She respected Rachel, even if she didn't act like it.

Max: Rachel was actually a member of the Vortex Club?

Hayden: No. Rachel was like her own club. She was actually too cool for us. And I'll deny I ever said that.

Max: I'm more confused than before... It's such a mystery. Let's talk later Hayden.

Hayden: That it is, Max. Now I have to get my chemical on and study. We should get you and Dana out one night...

Max: Do you really want Nathan Prescott to "represent"?

Hayden: Oh please. Nathan is like everybody's voodoo doll. "Kill the rich kid!" He's all right, and a fun guy to hang with. Fuck the haters.


Max: He seems genuinely unstable to me.

Hayden: Nate has his extreme moments, but... don't we all?

Max: I don't know yet, Hayden.

Max: Fair enough, but I'm still not going to party with him.

Hayden: Your loss. Bro is fucking hilarious when he's blazed. And he does always have the best shit.

Max: Let's talk later, Hayden.

Hayden: Bye Max. Now, I have to get my chemical on and study. We should get you and Dana out one night...

Optional Conversation with Stella Edit

Max: Hey there, Stella.

Stella: Hey, I know you! You're the new quiet girl in Jefferson's class. Isn't he incredible?

Max: I think so. We're lucky to have such a famous teacher. And I actually love his work...

Stella: Me too. His New York urban stuff is great, but I'm glad he came back to his Oregon roots. Screw the East Coast elite. It must piss off those pretentious galleries that Mark Jefferson is teaching photography to us Blackwell hicks... plus he is pretty hot for an older guy. If Victoria wasn't all over him, I would definitely make a move.

Max: He's aloof...He seems like he's always above you, not like a snob, but like you don't know what's in his head.

Stella: Maybe. Mr. Jefferson just has his own style. If Victoria wasn't all over him, I would definitely make a move.

Max: I'm not sure yet, I mean, he's clearly a genius. But I don't agree with everything he says.

Stella: He does get a bit pretentious, but he's passionate and just says what he thinks. If Victoria wasn't all over him, I would definitely make a move.

Max: Victoria is pretty obvious. I don't think Jefferson is into her.

Stella: I don't think she's closed the deal. But she's not the only player...

Max: Now how do you know this?

Max: Now that you mention it, he doesn't respond to Victoria's flirting. That means he has good taste.

Max: No way. You can get him so busted. And he's not going to mess around with a student.

Stella: That's what you think.

Max: Now how do you know this?

Stella: You have a lot to learn here at Blackwell. Rachel Amber absolutely had sex with him. Well... I heard that from a good source.

Max: So you knew Rachel?

Stella: Not really. I saw her hanging with the other cool kids like Victoria. Not my kind of clique. But I heard insane stories about Rachel...

Max: Interesting. See, you learn something new everyday at school.

Stella: Like I said, you have a lot to learn, Max. See ya in class.

Optional Conversation with Justin Edit

Max: Yo, Justin.

Justin: Check out the Max. Come to thrash?

Max: Oh, yeah. Bring it.

Justin: What's your first move gonna be?

Max: Uh... jump?

Justin: You're such a poser. If you can't even name a simple noseslide or a tre flip, you should walk on.

Max: Thrash? You mean stage diving or...

Justin: You're such a poser. If you can't even name a simple noseslide or a tre flip, you should walk on.

Max: I came to noseslide, but I'd love to see somebody do a "tre flip"!

Justin: Oh, sick, you're not a poser.

Max: Nah, I just can't skate worth shit.

Justin: Oh check it. We're gonna destroy some rails for you. What do you want to see?

Max: I'd love to see a... noseslide.

Justin: Let's get Trevor all over that action.

Trevor does the trick successfully.

Max: Hey.

Justin: You're not really a Skate Betty.

Max: Go for a "tre flip".

Justin: Let's get Trevor all over that action.

Trevor fails to do the trick.

Max: Hey.

Justin: I'm stoked to see those photos framed and shit. You're not really a Skate Betty tho.

Max: I used to be, but I'm into my camera now.

Justin: I can tell. We need more girls out here. Rachel Amber and her punk friend used to skate with us...

Max: Not really.

Justin: Too bad. It's nice to have the females on board too. Rachel Amber and her punk friend used to love skating with us.

Max: You knew Rachel?

Justin: She used to chill with us sometimes. But one day she just vanished... Hope she's livin' the dream somewhere. If anybody hurt her we'll get a skate posse and take 'em out with our boards.

Max: Who was Rachel's punk friend?

Justin: I can't remember her name... But she was hot. Tats. Blue hair. Hardcore. She stopped hanging out with us after Rachel disappeared... or ran away.

Max: You ever hang out with Victoria?

Justin: Fuck that! I'd rather rollerblade than hang out with snobs like her.

Max: Let's chill later, Justin.

Justin: Anytime you want to take some action shots, we're here for you, Max.

Daniel's Portrait dialogue (optional)Edit

Max: What's up, Daniel?

Daniel: Oh, hi Max. Could I, um, ask you a question? Would you mind letting me sketch you? I do put my sketches on Facebook though...

Max: I'd be honored, Daniel. Makes me feel like a muse.

Daniel: Funny you should say that. I was just thinking about my real muse, Rachel Amber...

Max: So, what happened to her? There's got to be a story.

Daniel: She just stopped coming to class. Some people say she ran away, some say she jumped off a cliff. I just hope she's okay.

Max: You knew her?

Daniel: No, but once she asked me to draw her portrait. Oh, she was a natural.

Max: Hard to avoid her posters all over campus.

Daniel: Kills me to see her sweet face used as a crime photo... She had a good heart.

Max: Okay, why don't you start drawing me, even though I must be a step down from Rachel...

Daniel: No way! You're a... good substitute muse.

Max sits down and strikes a pose.

Daniel: Oh, that's a good posture. Good, good...

Shows Max the portrait.

Max (smiling): Best portrait ever.

Max: I'd rather not, Daniel. Not that I don't want you to...

Daniel: Never mind. I guess you would be too ashamed. Now I have to get back to my drawing...

Optional Conversation with Evan Edit

Max: Hey, Evan. Mind if I check out your cool portfolio?

Evan: Let's see if you're worthy of it, Max. You'll have to answer a simple question: Who photographed the famous "Falling soldier"?

Max: Gotta be... Eugene Smith.

Evan: Well, they both were famous war photographer images, but you should know the difference. Good try, wrong answer.

Max: Uh... Steve McCurry?

Evan: Unless he could travel back in time, McCurry was born five years after the "Falling soldier" picture. McCurry also shoots in color. In other words, no portfolio.

Max: Robert Capa, of course. I love his work, despite the controversy about that photo.

Evan: My my. This quiet child knows things.

Max: That's why I'm here.

Evan: You are a kindred spirit, Max. Would you care for a perusal of my portfolio? It's not a privilege I grant to many...

Max: I'd be honored, sir.

Max: Isn't it Robert Doisneau?

Evan: Oh my, you can't even tell the difference between street photography and photojournalism...No portfolio peek for you.

Optional Conversation with Evan #2Edit

Max: Hi, Evan.

Evan: As you can see, Rachel Amber was my favorite model here. She knew exactly what angles worked best with my eye.

Max: You were close...

Evan: Like brother and sister in arms. She understood me, never judged me. I hated her Vortex Club clique, but she never acted like she cared. Her friends were her friends.

Max: What do you think happened to her?

Evan: Nothing good Max... Nothing good.

Max: What was she like?

Evan: She was like mercurial. You know what that means?

Max: Of course I do, you snob. I know, I can be a little diva. What do you think happened to her?

Evan: Nothing good Max... Nothing good.

Optional Conversation with Luke Edit

Max: Uh, hello?

Luke: Max, I don't feel like talking...

Max: What's wrong?

Luke: Nathan Prescott, little rich bitch kid. He thinks he can own people like his parents own Blackwell... Like he owns the Vortex Club.

Max: Yes, he's a nasty piece of work.

Luke: You... You know him?

Max: I busted him today, with a gun.

Luke: What? Seriously?

Max: I saw him wave a gun around today and I went to the Principal... We'll see what happens next...

Luke: You are my new hero. Finally, karma comes to Blackwell!

Max: Not really... I've seen him around.

Luke: Sounds like you know way more than that. Max, tell me.

Max: Nope, he's just a entitled dick with a lot of money. Not my type.

Luke: Somebody needs to take that prick down...

Max: It'll happen... Karma doesn't play favorites.

Max: He'll take himself down.

Luke: Yeah, history always proves that, right? Just wait for justice, you sheeple...

Max: Oh sorry... I won't bother you.

Dormitories  Edit

Max (thinking): I need to go to my room and return Warren's flash drive.

Conversation with Victoria Edit

Victoria: Oh look, it's Max Caulfield, the selfie ho of Blackwell. What a lame gimmick. Even Mark —Mr. Jefferson— falls for your waif hipster bullshit. "The Daguerreian Process, Sir!" You could barely even say that. I guess you got your meds filled. Since you know all the answers, I guess you have to find another way into the dorm. We ain't moving. Oh wait, hold that pose! (Takes a photo of Max with her phone) So original. Don't worry, Max, I'll put a vintage filter on it right before I post it all over social medias. Now, why don't you go fuck your selfie?

Max (thinking): Oh yes Victoria, I'll get your boney ass out of my way.

Max changes the pressure of sprinklers. Victoria, Taylor and Courtney get up from the steps.

Victoria: What the hell? Are you kidding? Look at this...

Taylor: Chill, Victoria. It's just water-

Victoria: Yeah, water on my cashmere! Do you know how much this fucking outfit cost?

Taylor: You look... great.

Victoria: I can't even chill on the steps...

Samuel hangs the bucket on scaffolding.

Max rewinds. She tampers with Samuel's bucket, then changes the pressure of sprinklers. Victoria, Taylor and Courtney get up from the steps.

Victoria: What the hell? Are you kidding? Look at this...

Taylor: Chill, Victoria. It's just water-

Victoria: Yeah, water on my cashmere! Do you know how much this fucking outfit cost?

Taylor: You look... great.

Victoria: I can't even chill on the steps...

Paint bucket falls on Victoria.

Victoria: No way! No fucking way!

Courtney: You okay, Victoria?

Samuel: Ol' Samuel is sorry. Wet paint is not good for hair, nope. Sorry—

Victoria: Get the hell away from me, weirdo!

Courtney: Hold on, hold on, we'll get some towels... We'll be right back!

Victoria: So move your ass, before I dry!

Max (thinking): It worked! Don't mess with Max, bitches.

Max approaches Victoria.

Max: Uh... hey, Victoria...

Victoria: What do you want, Max?

Victoria: Don't... Don't say a word, Max.

Max: Oh wait, hold that pose! And no filter needed before I post this. Now please move. I've had a messed up day and I'm going to my room.

Victoria: You do that... I know where you live... So does Nathan...

Max (thinking): Maybe I shouldn't have done that... Now I have to get to my room, then see Warren.

Max: I am sorry. That's an awesome cashmere coat...

Victoria: It was. But there will be another.

Max: Well, you always seem to know how to pick the right outfits.

Victoria: I do have some talent. Mr. Jefferson told me—

Max: I've seen your pictures. You have a great eye, Richard Avedon-esque.

Victoria: He's one of my heroes... Thanks Max. I hope those sluts get me a towel before they hang a sign on me. You deserve a better shot. Sorry about blocking you and... and the "go fuck your selfie."

Max: That was mean... but pretty funny.

Victoria: Just one of those days, you know?

Max: I know exactly what you mean, Victoria. I'll see you later.

Victoria: Au revoir.

Max (thinking): Victoria probably played me. I should have played her... Better get to my room before I find Warren.

Optional Conversation with Alyssa Edit

Alyssa: Oh, hi Max.

Max: How are you doing?

Alyssa: Fantastic. I'm by myself reading chick-lit. Pretty soon I'll be bonding with Victoria at the Vortex Club...

Max: I think you're better off reading chick-lit.

Alyssa: Good point. Now, if you'll excuse me...

Max: What are you reading?

Alyssa: "Love Today Or Die Forever" ...Don't even say anything.

Max: It's a best-seller. What to say?

Alyssa: Good point. Now, if you'll excuse me...

Optional Conversation with Kate Edit

Max: Hi, Kate.

Kate: Hey, Max...

Max: How did you like class today?

Kate: I don't remember... I guess I don't care about much of anything today.

Max: You look down. You okay?

Kate: I'm kind of over humanity today... Sorry to be a drama queen.

Max: Is there anything...?

Kate: Max, I'd like to be alone, if you don't mind. I'm sorry...

Optional Conversation with Samuel Edit

Max: Howdy, Samuel.

Samuel: Well, hello there.

Max: What's up with these Rachel Amber posters?

Samuel: Only she would know that, right?

Max: ...Uh, I guess? ...It just makes the campus look sad.

Samuel: You can't color over that sunlight...

Max: You look busy, Samuel...

Samuel: Oh, I'm always up to something. Today it's sweeping, then painting windows.

Max: Just don't paint over the posters for Rachel Amber.

Samuel: You can't color over that sunlight...

Max: You knew Rachel?

Samuel: How can you know a prism? You just stare in awe... Now I have to go paint windows.

Max: What do you think happened to her?

Samuel: Best not to dwell on the past. Samuel looks forward. Like a clock.

Max: What was she like? She must have been popular.

Samuel: Even sunlight can cast shadows. Rachel did both at once, you know? She was like a battery: Positive and negative.

Max: See you later, Samuel.

Samuel: And watch your step around here, Max... After I sweep, I paint...

Girls' Dormitories Edit

- Hallway -

Taylor: Hurry Courtney!

Courtney: Victoria is going to be pissed we took so long...

Max crosses the dormitory hallway and enters her room.

- Max's Room -

'Max (thinking): Home, sweet home. My favorite cocoon...

Max sees a sticky note from Dana on her desk.

Max (thinking): Great. Now I have to go get the flash drive from Dana's room.

Max leaves her room and sees that Juliet has locked Dana inside Dana's room.

- Hallway -

Dana: Let me out Juliet! This is so stupid! You are ridiculous!

Juliet: You can't get out now, Dana! So tell me the truth, or rot in there!

Max (thinking): Welcome to "The Real Drama Queens of Blackwell"...

Conversation with Juliet Edit

Max: Hey Juliet, is everything cool?

Juliet: Oh yes, Max. I've locked Dana in the room because we're "cool."

Max: What did she do?

Juliet: What didn't she do? Dana's been sexting with my boyfriend.

Max: Ouch. How did you find out?

Juliet: Uh, why do you care? Why are you even asking me? You never talk, just zone out with your camera.

Max: That's why I'm talking to you now.

Juliet: What's my last name?

Max: Juliet Pats... Juliet Patson.

Juliet: That was truly sad. Thanks for your concern, "Max Caulfield." By the way, Juliet Watson.

Max: Uh. Juliet... Mason.

Juliet: That was truly sad. Thanks for your concern, "Max Caulfield." By the way, Juliet Watson.

Max: Juliet... Juliet... Olson.

Juliet: That was truly sad. Thanks for your concern, "Max Caulfield." By the way, Juliet Watson.

Max: Juliet Watson. Duh!

Juliet: I'm flattered. I didn't even think you knew my name at all.

Max: Of course I do. Just because I don't talk a lot doesn't mean I don't care. So, how did you find out about them?

Juliet: According to Victoria, Dana would do anything to date a quarterback.

Max: According to Victoria? Oh...

Juliet: She saw the sext. And Zachary won't answer his phone. Once Dana admits it, she can go. Straight to Hell.

Max: She's your friend.

Juliet: Friends don't sext with their best friend's boyfriend...

Max: No, probably not... How did you find out?

Juliet: Uh, why do you care? Why are you even asking me? You never talk, just zone out with your camera.

Max: That's why I'm talking to you now.

Juliet: What's my last name?

Max: Juliet Pats... Juliet Patson.

Juliet: That was truly sad. Thanks for your concern, "Max Caulfield." By the way, Juliet Watson.

Max: Uh. Juliet... Mason.

Juliet: That was truly sad. Thanks for your concern, "Max Caulfield." By the way, Juliet Watson.

Max: Juliet... Juliet... Olson.

Juliet: That was truly sad. Thanks for your concern, "Max Caulfield." By the way, Juliet Watson.

Max: Juliet Watson. Duh!

Juliet: I'm flattered. I didn't even think you knew my name at all.

Max: Of course I do. Just because I don't talk a lot doesn't mean I don't care. So, how did you find out about them?

Juliet: According to Victoria, Dana would do anything to date a quarterback.

Max: According to Victoria? Oh...

Juliet: She saw the sext. And Zachary won't answer his phone. Once Dana admits it, she can go. Straight to Hell.

Max: Juliet Watson, you be nice!

Juliet: I'm flattered. I didn't even think you knew my name at all.

Max: Uh. Of course I do.

Juliet: Thanks... I locked Dana in because she was sexting Zach, my boyfriend. Unbelievable.

Max: How do you know?

Juliet: Victoria Chase. You know her.

Max: You could say that... But, why would Dana go after your boyfriend?

Max: Would Dana do that?

Juliet: According to Victoria, Dana would do anything to date a quarterback.

Max: According to Victoria? Oh...

Juliet: She saw the sext. And Zachary won't answer his phone. Once Dana admits it, she can go. Straight to Hell.

Dana (from inside her room): Max, I swear I didn't do ANYTHING! But I bet Victoria did! I know the proof is in her room!

Max moves on to Victoria's room to gather evidence. There, she finds an email proving Dana's innocence.

Max (thinking): Boom. This is the e-mail I need to show Juliet. Now I have to print this fast and get the hell out of here...

Max prints the email and takes it from the printer.

Max (thinking): This better convince Juliet that Dana is innocent...

Max hands the email to Juliet.

Max: Juliet, read this.

Juliet (reading the email): Of course... (Opens Dana's door) I'm an asshole. I'm sorry, Dana.

Dana: You are, and I hope so. You really think I'd mess around with Zachary?

Juliet: No. But I get stupid jealous. I owe you dinner. Still love me?

Dana: And you do my laundry.

Juliet (to Max): Thanks Max. You're like the Blackwell Ninja. Now let's see what Zach has to say about Victoria... (leaves)

Dana (to Max): You set me free! Thank you. Warren's flash drive is on my desk.

Dana enters her room and sits on the bed. Max follows after.

Dana's Room

Max (thinking): Almost done... Get the flash drive and then I'll go see Warren.

Optional Conversation with DanaEdit

Max: Hey Dana.

Dana: Seriously, thanks again. I can't believe Juliet locked me in my own room. Real mature.

Max: Victoria is not nice. I don't get it. She has everything. And to pull that prank on a friend.

Dana: Just because they're in the Vortex Club doesn't mean they're BFF's. I'm in it and Victoria creeps me out. Max, you're smart to be a loner here. Though Warren obviously likes hanging with you...

Max: He's a good guy. A geek like me.

Dana: You saw the files in his flash drive? Tons of crazy shit. Films I've never even heard of. And in a special folder called "Max"?

Max: What do you mean?

Dana: Oh nothing. When you opened the flash drive, didn't you see the special folder called "Max"?

Max: Yeah, okay. I gotcha.

Dana: Are you blushing? Ha! Go ahead and grab the flash drive whenever...

Max: Poor Juliet gets her rage on. I hope she doesn't kill Victoria...

Dana: Zachary should worry too. As if I'd let that ego case jockstrap touch me. But I bet Victoria would be all over that action. Or has been... Max, you're smart to be a loner here. Though Warren obviously likes hanging with you...

Max: He's a good guy. A geek like me.

Dana: You saw the files in his flash drive? Tons of crazy shit. Films I've never even heard of. And in a special folder called "Max"?

Max: What do you mean?

Dana: Oh nothing. When you opened the flash drive, didn't you see the special folder called "Max"?

Max: Yeah, okay. I gotcha.

Dana: Are you blushing? Ha! Go ahead and grab the flash drive whenever...

Max: Dana, I'm not trying to be nosey but, I heard a rumor about you.

Dana: What? Who told you I was pregnant?

Max: Nobody important. They just acted like it was bullshit. I just wanted you to know...

Dana: It's like a goddam reality show around here... Can you keep a secret, Max?

Max: Of course.

Dana: I... was pregnant. Was.

Max: You're pregnant. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.

Dana: Yeah. Me neither, but I did. Anyway.

Max: Oh. What about the other...?

Dana: Deadbeat Dad? You can catch him on the 40 yard line this Friday. And it's not Zachary.

Max: Who then? And you don't have to tell me. In fact, you better not.

Max: Sorry to pry. It's not my business. And I won't be at the game Friday. Not much school spirit, I guess.

Dana: I like your spirit, Max. Anyway, you better get that flash drive so Warren has an excuse to bug you...

Dana: Uh, Max? That's mine, thank you! You're not helpful, you're just nosey. I think you better go...

Max (thinking): Nice, Max. You hurt her feelings by being so damn nosey again. But I could rewind and make it up to her...

Max takes the flash drive from Dana's table.

Max (thinking): Must protect my precious, so Max never has to chase it down again.

Max exits the dormitories.

Dormitories - With The Flash Drive Edit

Zachary: Fuck this shit!

Zachary throws his football hitting Alyssa.

Alyssa: Ow! That hurt!

Max (thinking): Damn, I better rewind.

Max rewinds, then warns Alyssa.

Max: Alyssa, move your head.

Alyssa: If you insist, Max.

The football hits the window.

Max (thinking): Now that's what I'm talking about! I actually helped somebody.

Optional Conversation with Alyssa Edit

Alyssa: Max, that was awesome. Thank you!

Max:  That was close.

Alyssa:  Jock assholes. If I was a member of the Vortex Club they'd never pull that...

Max:  Would you want to be a member?

Alyssa:  You're smart. We should hang out more... Now I have to finish this stupid book.

Max:  No problem. You have quick reflexes.

Alyssa:  Years of mad dodging skills. Bullies never change.

Max:  That's why you're better off.

Alyssa: You're smart. We should hang out more... Now I have to finish this stupid book.

David and Kate's conversationEdit

David: ...so don't think I'm blind! I see everything here at Blackwell! Do you understand what I'm saying?

Kate: No, and leave me alone!

David:  ...you can't fool me. I know everything about this school. I cover the waterfront. So you better figure out what side you're on...

Kate:  Please, leave me alone!

David leaves and Kate sees Max.

Kate:  Hope you enjoyed the show. Thanks for nothing, Max.

Max (thinking): Man, I should have stepped in between Kate and David... That asshole was so over the line... I could rewind and try something different...

Max:  Hey, why don't you leave her alone?

David:  Excuse us, this is official campus business—

Max:  Excuse me, you shouldn't be yelling at students. Or bullying them.

David:  Hey, hey, nobody is bullying anybody. I'm doing my job.

Max:  No, you're not.

David:  You're part of the problem, missy. I will remember this conversation.

David leaves.

Kate:  Oh Max, that was great. I think you scared him for once... I have to go, but thank you. It means a lot.

Max:  Anytime, Kate.

Max (thinking): I felt like an everyday hero helping Kate but now Officer David Dickhead is after me. Maybe I should rewind and mind my own business?

Parking Lot Edit

Max (thinking): Man, I should have done something. That guy was an asshole!

Max (thinking): I'm glad I stepped in that time. Can't stand to see people being bullied.

Juliet: I don't get it... how could Zach and Victoria do that to me?

Optional Conversation with Juliet Edit

Max: Hi Juliet, how are you doing?

Juliet: Oh... Hey, Max. Sorry, I'm still screwed up.

Max: Sorry you had to find out about Zachary that way... or any way.

Juliet: Better sooner than later. Now that skank Victoria won't be laughing behind my back anymore.

Max: Have you talked to Zach yet?

Juliet: Mr. Badass Football Hero is such a chickenshit. He said he sexted Victoria as a joke. Ha ha. I think Warren wants your attention...

Max: He usually does... Hang in there, Juliet.

Juliet: See you around, Max.

Max: I won't bother you then... I have to go see Warren before he melts. See you.

Juliet: Yeah, I'm sure we'll all be partying later with Zach and Victoria... and the Vortex Club...

Max: Uh, yeah, sure.

Juliet: See you around, Max.

Conversation with Warren Edit

Warren: What up, Max? How are you?

Warren tries to hug Max, but she pulls out the flash drive and hands it to him instead.

Max: Here's your flash. Thanks.

Warren: No problem. Check out my new wheels...

Max: Cool. Very old-school.

Warren: 1978, to be exact. Now we can go to the drive-in. There's one in Newberg, just sixty miles away.

Max: You're in the wrong time, Warren. But then, so am I.

Warren: You okay?

Max: It's been one strange fucking day.

Warren: Man, I saw that Victoria didn't take down that pic of you on Facebook. Major bitch move.

Max: No worries, Warren. I took a sweet shot of Victoria I can't wait to share.

Warren: Oh, score one for Team Max! It will be so karmic to see her ass-clown face all over the inter-webs.

Max: I guess she does deserve it for all the shitty things she's done to people here...

Max: I don't want to talk about it.

Warren: Geez, you're Little Miss Sensitive today...

Max: I wouldn't push your luck, Warren. Not in the mood today.

Warren: I bet. I heard Victoria got a faceful of paint. I'd pay money to see a photo of that...

Max: Really? I wish I would've known...

Warren: You probably could've raised a Kickstarter fund just for that one image of her covered in paint.

Max: Had I known that... Anyway, Victoria took down my photo, so, that drama ended well.

Max: I don't want to talk about it.

Warren: Geez, you're Little Miss Sensitive today...

Max: I wouldn't push your luck, Warren. Not in the mood today.

Warren: By the way, I saw Daniel's sketch of you online? Not bad, but I could do a much better job.

Max:Daniel posted it online already? That was nice...

Warren: Congrats! You're part of his online portrait posse.

Max: Don't be jealous. I'm sure he'll ask you soon.

Warren: Oh you're a wit, Max.

Max: It's the company I keep, Warren.

Max: You can draw? I thought you were "blinded by science," not art.

Warren: Art is science. Music is math, et cetera, et cetera. I'd put Stephen Hawking against Picasso any day.

Max: Hardcore. So, you must use a computer to draw?

Warren: Of course. I'd love to tweak one of your selfies with some cool graphics...

Max: That might not suck. I'll let you know.

Warren: So, did you get a chance to check out the movie booty on my flash drive?

Max: Yeah, thanks. You had some cool shit on there, from "Akira" to "Twilight Zone"... Which seems apropos today...

Warren: I consider myself a pop...cultural pirate connoisseur.

Max: That does sound better than "thief."

Max: No, I've been way to busy with class...and life.

Warren: Damn, girl, you had it like a year!

Max: Or a week! I did browse through all the titles, drama queen.

Warren: Ha-ha. Make sure you watch "Cannibal Holocaust."

Max: Seen it. I was more disturbed by all those emo vampire movies in there...

Warren: Can't a sensitive high school boy love sensitive vampires too?

Max: No fucking way will I watch that! My mind is twisted enough...

Warren: I laughed my ass off.

Max: So you're sensitive...

Warren: Ouch, that sounds awful the way you say it.

Max: How so?

Warren: Sensitive usually means "won't be having sex with you."

Max: Oh, god! You need a sensitive woman to kick your ass.

Max: No, I was impressed you had "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!"

Warren: Russ Meyer was a genius of black-and-white. Plus, babes with breasts.

Max: Who would beat your sensitive ass down!

Max: Not at all. Sensitive is good, unless you're a pushover... You have hip taste and a quick mind.

Warren: Thanks for noticing, Max.

Max: The right girl will, too...

Warren: If I was lucky. Speaking of hip and fast, we should cruise out in my car to an actual movie this week... But you seem distracted...

Max: I need to talk to somebody...just to get it out of my system...

Warren: Dr. Warren Graham is in the house. I won't even prescribe you any meds. Tell me everything...

Max: I don't wanna speak about it. This is kind of a crazy day for me... I mean, I literally think I'm going crazy...

Warren: I may be a pest, but...I'm a good listener.

Max: For reals, Warren, this is between you and me, not social media.

Warren: Don't insult me. Max, go on...

Max: I had this incredibly bizarro experience in Mr. Jefferson's class today... I mean, life-changing. Have you ever had a dream so real it was like a movie?

Nathan approaches Max and Warren angrily.

Nathan: Max Caulfield, right? You're one of the Jefferson's photo groupies?

Max: I'm one of his students...

Nathan shoves Warren away.

Nathan: What-the-fuck-ever. I know you like to take pictures, especially when you're hiding out in the bathrooms.

Nathan: You best tell me what you told the Principal. Now!

Max: I told him the truth: a student had a gun.

Nathan: No, you told him I had a gun! That's why he dragged me into his office.

Max: And did what, give you a stern lecture?

Nathan: Nobody...nobody lectures me! Everyone tries though...they try...

Max: You should talk to somebody, Nathan...

Max: What're you talking about?

Nathan: I know you're new here, but don't even play stupid with me.

Max: I'm not new, I've lived here for years.

Nathan: Then you should know the Prescotts own this shithole.

Max: Then you don't have to worry about me; worry about yourself.

Nathan: You best tell me what you saw. Now!

Max: What're you talking about?

Nathan: I know you're new here, but don't even play stupid with me.

Max: I'm not new, I've lived here for years.

Nathan: Then you should know the Prescotts own this shithole.

Max: Then you don't have to worry about me; worry about yourself.

Max: Nothing but a butterfly.

Nathan: You're full of shit! I'd respect you more if you told me the truth.

Max: I don't need your respect.

Nathan: You're clueless. You have no idea who I am or what I can do!

Max: Actually, I have a pretty good idea of who you are.

Nathan clenches his fists.

Nathan: Do not analyze me! I pay people for that. Worry about yourself, Max Caulfield.

Max: Take a step back, Nathan Prescott.

Nathan: Oh, man, you're telling me what to do?

Max: I could call the police.

Nathan: Do it! The Prescotts own the pigs here.

Warren: Get away from her, dude!

Nathan headbutts Warren. He falls down and holds his head in pain.

Max: Hey! Leave him alone!

Max grabs Nathan, but he turns around and holds her by the neck.

Nathan: Nobody tells me what to do! Not my parents, not the Principal, or that whore in the bathroom!

Max: Stop that! Right now!

Max scrapes Nathan's cheek with her fingernails and he pushes her to the ground. A beige truck drives up to the scene. Max gets up and looks in the windshield, where the girl from the bathroom is in the driver's seat.

Chloe: Max?

Max: Chloe?

Nathan: No way... You again?

Warren jumps at Nathan and knocks him to the ground.

Max: Warren!

Warren: Go! Go! I got this!

Nathan starts punching Warren in the face. Chloe opens the car door next to Max.

Chloe: Get in, Max!

Max gets in the car. Nathan gets up and kicks the door closed.

Nathan: Get your punk asses out of there now! Don't even try to run! Nobody messes with me! Nobody!

Max and Chloe drive away. In the background, David Madsen runs into the parking lot.

Chloe's Car Edit

Max: Man, Nathan Prescott is messed up! And dangerous... This day never ends...

Chloe: "Oh, and thanks, Chloe." After five years, you're still Max Caulfield...

Max looks down and shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

Chloe: Don't give me the guilty face; at least pretend you're glad to see me.

Max: I am seriously glad to see you. Oh, and thanks, Chloe. It makes perfect sense I'd see you today...

Chloe: Yes, it's been that kinda day. So, what did that freak want with you?

Max: Hopefully nothing after today. So, how do you know Nathan?

Chloe:He's just another Arcadia asshole. Your friend really took a beatdown for you...

Max: I have no idea. I know he's a Prescott...

Chloe: And an asshole. Your friend really stood up for you...

Max: Warren? Yeah, I owe him big-time.

Chloe: You're not the only one in debt. And you're already causing trouble.

Max: Thought it would be quiet here. Feels so weird to be back...

Chloe: So, I guess Seattle sucked hard?

Max: I guess. It was cool, but...I felt kind of lonely, out of my league...

Chloe: I would think you'd fit right in with the art school hipsters.

Max: Right. You look like the cover of Hipster-Girl-dot-com.

Chloe: At least you're still a smartass.

Max: That's why I'm here.

Max: No, it felt like a real city for artists. Big and bright. Great for taking pictures.

Chloe: Yeah. Must be hard coming back to a hick town like Arcadia again...

Max: Not after seeing you.

Chloe: Please, girl. You came back for Blackwell Academy.

Max: Of course, it's one of the best photography programs in the country. And my favorite teacher, Mark Jefferson.

Chloe: So you came back to Arcadia for a teacher, not your best friend.

Max: Only for Mark Jefferson. He was a pretty famous photographer in the '90s. I've always loved his work.

Chloe: Those that can't do, teach. I'm glad you found a good reason to come back.

Max: Don't you think I'm happy to see you?

Chloe: No. You were happy to wait five years without a call or even a text.

Max: I wanted to. I was just so tripped out over leaving Arcadia...

Chloe: Oh, please, I'm sure your phone and laptop were frozen in time.

Max: You're merciless...

Max: Give me a break! I was going through changes...like you...

Chloe: I guess those changes included dumping me from your life.

Max: That's not true, Chloe...

Chloe: Bullshit. You thought you'd hook up with all these art pricks in Seattle. Didn't happen, though.

Max: You're merciless...

Max: I'm sorry. I know things were tough on you when I left...

Chloe: How do you know? You weren't even here.

Max: I didn't order my parents to move specifically to fuck you over, Chloe.

Chloe: You've been at Blackwell for almost a month without letting me know. 'Nuff said.

Max: I just wanted to settle in first and not be such a shy, cliche geek. I totally would've contacted you...

Chloe: I bet you don't use these sad excuses on Mr. Jefferson. Don't use them on me, Max.

Max falls back on the seat behind her. She watches Chloe for a while, then bends down to retrieve her camera, which was smashed during the confrontation in the Parking Lot.

Max: Broken. Oh, man, are you cereal?

Chloe: Wow, haven't heard that one in a while...

Max: Not everything changes... Except my camera has officially taken a shit.

Chloe: My step-douche has a boatload of tools. Maybe you can fix it at my place.

Max: I need very specific, tiny tools.

Chloe: Nerd alert! My stepdad has a fully-stocked garage. And he actually is a tiny tool... Welcome home, Max.

Max and Chloe drive up to Chloe's house and park in the driveway. They get out of the car and Chloe begins unlocking the door with her keys.

Chloe: Come on in, don't be shy...

Max: The house still looks...nice.

Chloe: Home, shit home.

Chloe enters the house and Max follows her.

Chloe's House Edit

- Chloe's Room -

Max and Chloe enter Chloe's Room.

Chloe: My room looks a bit different than the last time you saw it.

Chloe sits on her bed.

Max: It's cool. At least we can chill out.

Chloe: This isn't exactly my "chill-out zone"; my step-Fuhrer makes sure of that. Come in and close the door. Put on some music while I "medicate..."

Chloe begins smoking.

Optional Conversation with Chloe Edit

Chloe: So tell me, what does Max Caulfield do for fun now that she's a grown-up?

Max: Party all night.

Chloe: Not Little Miss Wallflower. I bet you've never even been to a party.

Max: Oh, right. I went to your birthday blowout.

Chloe: Max, you were twelve years old. That's...sad. You should stick to taking photos.

Max: I don't feel grown up. Just more confused as I get older. Especially after today...

Chloe (sarcastically): Gee, thanks. I was hoping to hear something positive.

Max: About me?

Chloe: No, about me. Duh! I thought you'd at least be happy taking photos... Forget it.

Max: Not much. You know me. I like to observe the world more than participate...

Chloe: I can't say I know you anymore; maybe you love to go clubbin' every night.

Max: Can you see me at a rave?

Chloe: I'd dose those candy-flippin' morons and watch them twitch into a DJ-dance-death-rattle... Take a photo of that.

Max: I take photos. Of me, the world...everything. It may sound sad, but I have a blast.

Chloe: It doesn't sound that sad.

Max: I'm happiest when I've got a great image in my lens. I'm not lonely, not afraid.

Chloe: Now that's more inspiring. I don't feel so totally hopeless...

Max turns on the power switch. Max searches the metal box under the bed. Max takes the CD. Noticing a picture of Rachel Amber, she pulls it out and unfolds it to reveal that the other side of the picture shows Chloe. Chloe notices this and snatches the photo out of Max's hand.

Conversation with Chloe Edit

Chloe: Hey, give me that!

Max: Sorry. I wasn't trying to be nosy. Obviously, she was a good friend...

Chloe: That's putting it mildly...

Max sits down next to Chloe.

Max: That's Rachel Amber... Her "Missing Person" posters are all over Blackwell.

Chloe: Yeah, I put them up. She was my angel.

Max: So, who is she? Do you mind talking about her?

Chloe: Rachel Amber. She was my...angel.

Chloe: After my dad died and you moved, I felt abandoned. Rachel saved my life.

Max: Man, I had no idea...

Chloe: Well, you never made much effort to find out. I was fourteen, we were best friends.

Max: So, Rachel took my place... I'm glad she was there for you.

Max: I never forgot. Even if I was an asshole and didn't keep in touch. But you had Rachel...

Chloe: Rachel had my back. We were gonna kick the world's ass. You would laugh at how different we were... She wanted to be a star.

Max: She looks like a model.

Chloe: That was her plan. Our plan. Get the hell out of Bigfootville, and into Los Angeles.

Max: So, what happened? Did your folks, your mom, try to stop you?

Chloe: My mom was too busy hooked up with Sergeant Shithead.

Max:I see why... I bet your mom was not too happy...

Chloe: She was happy enough to marry a Nazi. Reason number 356 to escape.

Max:What about your mom? What did Joyce think about all this?

Chloe: She couldn't wait to get re-hitched. Step-dick is one reason I wanted to bail.

Max: I feel the love... Now, when did Rachel actually disappear?

Chloe: Six months ago. She just left Arcadia. Without a word. Without...me.

Max: How do you know she disappeared? Maybe she wanted to start a totally new life...

Chloe: Unlike you, she would've told me, okay? Something happened to her.

Max: I believe you. I'm just trying to get all deductive...

Max: What about her parents? Are they looking for her?

Chloe: They're in denial. Max, I know she's missing.

Max: I assume you know more than that...

Chloe: Before she left, she said she met somebody who changed her life... Then, poof.

Max: And you haven't heard anything from her since?

Chloe: Like everybody in my life. My dad, you...and Rachel... Gone... Can you put on some music now?

Max gets up. She inserts the CD into the stereo. "Santa Monica Dream" by Angus and Julia Stone begins playing. Chloe lies down on the bed, a sad expression on her face, and she begins to smoke.

Chloe: Anyway...you can find tools to fix your camera in the garage.

Max: Chloe, are you okay?

Chloe: Sure, I'm awesome. I just want to blaze and be alone for a moment.

Max leaves Chloe's room and goes downstairs.

- Living Room -

Max (thinking): I haven't seen this place in five years... seems like forever.

Max enters David's garage.

- David's Garage -

Max (thinking): I should be able to find the tools I need here.

Max notices the precision tools on top of some boxes.

Max (thinking): Boom! Precision screwdrivers! Except, I can't reach them...

Max turns on the washing machine and the tools fall to an unreachable place on the floor.

Max (thinking): That was very smart, dumbass. No can reach.

Max rewinds and pushes a piece of cardboard underneath the drawers. She turns on the washing machine again and this time successfully pulls the tools towards herself.

Max (thinking): Yes! You have mad skills, Max.

Max returns to Chloe's room upstairs.

- Chloe's Room -

(...)

Lighthouse Edit

Chloe: Isn't this awesome sauce? Totally reminds me of when we were kids... (Waves to Max.) Come on, slowpoke!

Max: Hold on!

Chloe continues to walk up the lighthouse path.

Max (thinking): I haven't been here in forever... So why do I feel like I was just here? Whoa, this is the exact same path I was on during my nightmare today...

Max reaches the lighthouse.

Max (thinking): Birds are so lucky, they can always escape...

Max sits on the bench next to Chloe.

Max: Sure you don't want to be alone?

Chloe: Have a seat, Pete.

Max: You're in a good mood.

Chloe: Seeing my step-dork get played makes me happy.

Max: My pleasure. Feels nice out here after all that drama...

Chloe: You really took one for Team Chloe.

Chloe: Sit down, if you want.

Max: Are you... pissed at me?

Chloe: I just... wanted some back-up.

Max: I'm sorry I wussed out.

Chloe: No worries. I know my step-dork can be scary.

Max: I'm not as brave as you. And David is indeed a "step-douche."

Chloe: I'm sorry you had to experience it firsthand.

Max: You have to live with him. Has he always been this way?

Chloe: Ever since my desperate mom dragged his ass to our home! ...I never trusted David.

Max: I'm glad I took his photo with Kate. Just in case...

Chloe: Why was he all up in her shit?

Max: I felt weird taking his photo with Kate. But he was such a bully.

Chloe: Yes he is. But why was he bullying Kate? She's kinda boring.

Max: He freaked out on poor Kate Marsh today.

Chloe: I know her. She's cool. Only that prick would bully her.

Max: I should've taken his photo when he flipped out on Kate today.

Chloe: That would be killer blackmail material. Let's bust his ass.

Max: He has some kind of weird agenda.

Chloe: He has a lot of secret files. Rambo still thinks he's gathering enemy intelligence. Did you take a peek?

Max: You know I wanted to, but... I realized I have enough mystery in my life.

Chloe: I'd like to find out. I bet he's got some serious porn in there.

Max: Ew.

Max: Not me.

Chloe: Not Max The Quiet Wallflower!

Max: Shut up.

Chloe: Good thing you didn't look.

Max: Well, yeah. I couldn't help it.

Chloe: Never change. What did you find?

Max: Uh... Files?

Chloe: I know that look. You peeked. So, dish the dirt. Snuff videos?

Max: Creepy photos of Kate Marsh... other Blackwell students...

Chloe: This dude takes his job too seriously. He still thinks he's at war or something.

Max: I wish. You know I would have read them.

Chloe: I'd love to. They must be important or he wouldn't hide them deep in his garage bunker.

Max: What files?

Chloe: David stashes his secret x-files in there. I saw them once, but he secures them now.

Max: He kinda creeps me out. I bet the truth is out there in his files.

Chloe: Most likely, but it's good you didn't find his files. He would go ballistic.

Chloe: He has a total surveillance fetish. I worry there are spy cams in the house.

Max: I knew you didn't know! Chloe, your house is under surveillance.

Chloe: What are you talking about?

Max: There are cameras all over the house. I saw it on a monitor in the garage.

Chloe: I knew it! He is so hella fucking paranoid. I'll keep this a secret for now...

Max: Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Chloe: No wonder I'm so miserable. Everybody in this town knows everybody's secrets...

Max: What's Nathan's secret?

Max: Even yours?

Chloe: Not anymore.

Max: So what do you have on Nathan?

Chloe: He's an elite asshole who sells bad shit cut with laxative...and he dosed me with some drug in his room.

Max: What?

Chloe: I met him in some shithole bar that didn't card me. He was too rich for the place and too wasted. And he kept flashing bills...

Max: Just tell me what happened, Chloe. Now.

Chloe: I was an idiot. I thought he was so blazed it would be an easy score.

Max: You needed money that bad?

Chloe: Actually, yes. I owe big time. And I thought I'd have enough for me and Rachel if she showed up...

Max: So what about you and Nathan?

Chloe: We went to his room at Blackwell. We drank and I laughed at his rich kid bullshit. He was one step ahead and put something in my beer...

Max: How much do you owe?

Chloe: Three grand plus interest. And before I could get a chunk of that from Nathan...he dosed my drink with some shit...

Max: God Chloe, I can't believe this... I mean, I do. Then what?

Chloe: I know I passed out on the floor. I woke up and that perv was smiling, crawling towards me with a camera...

Max: Go on...

Chloe: Everything was a blur... I tried to kick him in the balls and broke a lamp. Nathan freaked, so I managed to bum rush the door and get the hell out. Max, it was insane.

Max: Chloe, that is so fucked up. What did you do then?

Max: I am so furious I can't even speak... What did you do then?

Chloe: I figured I would make him pay me to keep quiet. So we met in the bathroom.

Max: And he brought a gun.

Chloe: That was Nathan's last mistake...

Max: He's still dangerous, Chloe. Not just to you.

Chloe: Oh, good thing you notified the Principal. I feel safer already...

Chloe: Good thing you didn't tell anyone. Nathan Prescott better watch his back now...

Max: What are you going to do? Pop a cap in his ass? Let's call the police...

Chloe: Screw that. You already told the Principal and I'm sure it's useless.

Chloe: Screw that. Good thing you didn't tell anyone, now I'm bringing the Walter White down on him.

Max: I won't always be there to save you...

Chloe: You were here today, Max. You saved me! I'm still tripping on that... Seeing you after all these years feels like—

Max: Destiny?

Chloe gets up from the bench and approaches the cliff. Max follows her.

Chloe: If this is destiny, I hope we can find Rachel. I miss her, Max. This shit-pit has taken away everyone I've ever loved... I'd like to drop a bomb on Arcadia Bay and turn it to fucking glass...

Max gets a headache and enters a vision.

Nightmare Edit

Max (thinking): Oh, no! Not again... Why is this happening to me? Why am I here again? Is Chloe still up there? I have to find out!

Max follows the ghost doe to the top of the hill as a boulder falls down the left fork in the road. Thunder crashes and lightning strikes a tree, causing it to fall down in front of Max. She rewinds and walks up the path as the tree falls behind her. Max continues to follow the ghost doe up the steps to the lighthouse.

Max (thinking): I've never seen a storm like this in Orgeon...

A pile of logs crashes down the path in front of Max. She rewinds and stands in the area next to the path as they fall past her. She continues toward the lighthouse.

Max (thinking): Oh, my lord! The tornado is back! Is this for real...?

A boat flies out of the tornado and crashes into the lighthouse.

Max: Whoa, shit!

Debris rains down and knocks the fallen tree blocking the road into the ocean below. The top of the lighthouse falls down and balances precariously on the edge of the cliff. It slowly tips over and falls into the ocean, taking chunks of the cliff with it so Max cannot cross. Max rewinds and crosses to the bench area after the debris rains down. The lighthouse roof falls over again behind her. Max then reads the newspaper stuck on railing.

Max: October 11th? Is this Friday? That's only four days away!

The wind tears the newspaper out of Max's hands. Max watches the tornado.

Max: Oh, no...

Max (thinking): That tornado is headed straight for the town...

Chloe's hand touches Max's shoulder. Max's vision ends and she finds herself back with Chloe at sunset. Max falls to the ground and Chloe kneels beside her.

Max: Chloe! You're here! I'm back. Oh, my lord, this is real--it's real! Oh, man, this sucks...

Chloe: Max, what's going on? You totally blacked out.

Max: I didn't black out...I had another vision. The town is going to get wiped out by a tornado...

Chloe: Oregon gets about five tornadoes every twenty years; you just zoned.

Max grabs Chloe's wrist.

Max: No, no, I saw it! I could actually feel the electricity in the air...

Chloe: Come on, take a breath, okay?

Max: Chloe, I'm not crazy. But there's something else I have to tell you... Something...hardcore.

Chloe: Talk to me, Max.

Max: I had this same vision earlier in class... When I came out of it, I discovered I could reverse time. Like I said: not crazy.

Chloe: But high, right?

Max: Listen to me, how do you think I saved you in the bathroom?

Chloe: By reversing time? Yeah, sure.

Max: I saw you get shot, Chloe. Saw you actually...die. I was able to go back and hit the fire alarm...

Chloe: Okay, I see you're a geek now with a great imagination, but this isn't anime or a video game; people don't have those powers, Max.

Max: I don't know what I have, but I have it. And I'm scared shitless.

Chloe: You need to get high. It's been a hella insane fucking day...

Max begins shaking her head. A snowflake falls on her face and she wipes it away. Max and Chloe watch as snow begins falling all around them.

Chloe: What...the hell is this?

Max: Snowflakes...?

Chloe gets up.

Chloe: It's, like...eighty degrees. How?

Max gets up.

Max: Climate change...or a storm is coming.

Chloe: Max...start from the beginning. Tell me everything...

Max and Chloe begin talking indistinctly as the screen zooms out and then fades to black.

Epilogue Edit

David stands on a ladder fixing one of the surveillance cameras at the house. He pauses to stare at the falling snow.

Joyce is cleaning a counter at the Two Whales. She stops and looks out the window at the snow.

Warren is in the Science Lab working on his computer. He notices the snow and stops to watch it fall outside the window.

Kate is crying in the corner of her room; she seems to either not notice or not care about the snow.

Pompidou stands next to the RV and barks. Frank opens the RV door, holding a bong in his hand, and silences him. Pompidou shakes and then scratches his head with his back foot as Frank watches the snow.

Victoria rips Rachel's missing poster off a display board on the Main Campus. She looks at it and then tosses it to the ground. She looks up at stares at the snow.

Principal Wells stands at the window of his office and watches the snow. He takes a sip from the glass of whiskey in his hand.

Jefferson sits at his desk in the Art Class working on his computer and writing something. He glances out the window and notices the snow.

Nathan sits at a bench on the Main Campus. He holds a camera in his hands and appears to be ignoring the snowfall.

A row of red binders is shown, and each of them has a female name written on them. The last binder in the row reads "RACHEL."

END OF EPISODE 1: CHRYSALIS

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