Episode 2: Brave New World - Script

Script

This article is a script for Episode 2: Brave New World of Life is Strange: Before the Storm.

Principal Wells' Office[]

Principal Wells, Rachel Amber, Rose Amber and James Amber are all waiting in Principal Wells office. Chloe Price and Joyce Price enter the office.

Principal Wells: Ms. Price. How good of you to join us.

Joyce: I'm so sorry we're late. My—my shift ran late at the diner and then...just, sorry.

Principal Wells: Let us proceed. One of you here is new to the Blackwell disciplinary process... And the other is all too familiar with it. Blackwell's code of conduct is built upon a foundation of mutual respect meant to foster an environment conducive to education and enrichment. When that respect is violated, actions are taken. When that respect is repeatedly disregarded, a more consequential response is required.

Chloe: (thinking) Okay, reality check time. Yesterday did actually happen. I ditched school with Rachel Amber. And then Rachel really did start that fire. And that was after we actually agreed to run away from here...right?

Principal Wells: Are you paying attention to me, Chloe?

Chloe: Um...what?

Principal Wells: Ms. Price, the last time we met, an agreement was brokered. Do you recall what that was?

Chloe: Uh, don't get in trouble again?
Principal Wells: Trouble is merely the byproduct, Ms. Price. What's at issue is your attitude.

Chloe: Are you asking? Or is that rhetorical?
Principal Wells: Disrespectfulness.

Chloe stays silent.
Principal Wells: No? Let me refresh your memory.

Principal Wells: We agreed that you would rededicate yourself to becoming an exemplary Blackwell citizen.

Chloe: We did?

Principal Wells: In the event that you were unable or unwilling to do so, we also agreed that it would become pertinent to reassess your future status at the academy. Despite all this, you engaged in the following actions yesterday: Insubordinate language...

(Trespassed on stage)

Principal Wells: Disregarding posted signs about trespassing on the stage.

(Lost the Backtalk challenge with Principal Wells)
(Won or didn't attempt the Backtalk challenge with Principal Wells)
(Lost the Backtalk challenge with Principal Wells)
Principal Wells: Confirmation of drug use.
Joyce: What?
Chloe: Allegedly. I didn't see any witnesses.

Principal Wells: This is not a trial, Ms. Price. This is a sentencing.
(Won or didn't attempt the Backtalk challenge with Principal Wells)
Principal Wells: Implications of possible drug-related activities.
Joyce: What does that mean?
Chloe: Yes, what does that mean?

Principal Wells: It means Ms. Price has developed a reputation as a user of marijuana, and I would strongly recommend you take a careful look through her room at home.

Principal Wells: Shall I continue?

Principal Wells: Attempting to sabotage the academic goals of one of our top students, Victoria Chase.

She cheated!
Fuck that!
She cheated!

Chloe: Academic goals like doing her own homework? Because I thought Blackwell had a zero tolerance policy on plagiarism.
Principal Wells: Excellent suggestion. Stricter punishment for students who violate Blackwell's code of conduct is next on our agenda.

(Was nice to Joyce)
(Was nice to Joyce)

Joyce: Now hold on. Why is Chloe being punished for someone else's plagiarism?
Principal Wells: The infraction involved both students. Victoria will be reprimanded as well.
Chloe: Yeah, I bet...

Fuck that!

Chloe: You're fucking joking, right? Victoria tried to cheat off me and I stopped her. You should be thanking me.

(Was mean to Joyce)
(Was nice to Joyce)
(Was mean to Joyce)

Joyce: Chloe! Watch your language.
Chloe: But, Mom!
Principal Wells: These outbursts only compound the trouble you're in, Ms. Price.

(Was nice to Joyce)

Joyce: I think what my daughter is trying to say—
Principal Wells: Ms. Price can speak for herself. As she often does, to her detriment.

Principal Wells: For her plagiarism, Ms. Chase might have been suspended...

(Was mean to Joyce)
(Was mean to Joyce)

Joyce: Chloe, you tried to get someone suspended?

Principal Wells: Might have, if Mr. Prescott—Nathan Prescott—hadn't spoken to me on Victoria's behalf. And we have witnesses saying Ms. Price was also involved in a bullying incident of the same Mr. Prescott.

Principal Wells: Witnesses saying you were involved in bullying Nathan Prescott.

Chloe: The hell I was! I stood up for that little weirdo.

(Won Backtalk challenge with Drew)
(Lost Backtalk challenge with Drew)
(Won Backtalk challenge with Drew)

Principal Wells: I suppose that's one interpretation of events.

(Lost Bactalk challenge with Drew)

Principal Wells: Then how do you explain the desecration of Mr. Prescott's photography project?
Chloe: I didn't say I was successful...

Chloe: If "involved" means not sticking out my neck for Blackwell's richest ass-child. I didn't realize that was a crime.
Principal Wells: Your lack of awareness does not absolve you of anything, Ms. Price.

Joyce: Oh, Chloe. Bullying?

Joyce: Say what you will about my daughter, but she is not a bully.

Chloe: Maybe you should be talking to Drew instead of me. You know, the guy who actually did what you're accusing me of.

Principal Wells: Mr. North's situation requires...sensitivity. It will be handled separately.

(Was nice to Joyce)

Joyce: And Chloe's situation is less sensitive?
Principal Wells: I do not discuss other students' situations. We are here to discuss your daughter and her actions.
Joyce: Convenient...

Chloe: Mom, you know this is all bullshit, right?

(Was nice to Joyce)
(Was mean to Joyce)
(Was nice to Joyce)

Joyce: I'm beginning to suspect that myself.
Principal Wells: I am sorry you feel that way. But your daughter's misbehavior is real and serious.

Joyce: Chloe, now is not the time.
Chloe: Pfft.

Chloe: Principal Wells, I know this looks bad.
Principal Wells: Thank you for your validation, Ms. Price. May I continue, with your permission?
Chloe: Sorry.

Principal Wells: And yet, even with your prodigious disciplinary record, Ms. Price, we needn't discuss any of it.

Chloe: We needn't?

Principal Wells: No. Because you severed your relationship with Blackwell the minute you left school grounds without permission.

Chloe: What does that mean?

Principal Wells: It means you've forced my hand. This is a consequence of your actions, Chloe. I have no choice but to—

Rachel: I made her do it.

Rose: What?

Joyce: What?

Principal Wells: What?

Chloe: What?

Rachel: Yesterday was all me. My idea. I...was having a bad day. I needed to blow off some steam and I took it too far. Chloe tried to talk me out of it. "I've been down that road," she told me. "You're better than this." But I wouldn't listen. See, Chloe was afraid I'd get in trouble or hurt, so she came with me. But only to keep me safe.

Chloe: Hah!

Rachel: I'm just sorry you got caught up in it, Chloe. That you allowed me to drag you down to my level. Can you forgive me?

Chloe: Yeah, sure. We're cool.
Rachel: Thank you. I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Chloe: For what? You didn't do anything.
Rachel: Your willingness to stand by me even now is truly inspiring.

Joyce: Chloe, is this true?

Rachel: It's true.

Chloe: (thinking) Totally not true. She really is an amazing actress!

Principal Wells: Ms. Price?

Chloe: Complete and total bullshit.
Joyce: Chloe!
Chloe: You're an awesome actor, Rachel. You almost convinced me, and I know you're lying. But come on.
Principal Wells: Ms. Price, Ms. Amber: one of you girls better start telling me what actually happened. Now.
Chloe: It's fine. Really.
Rachel: You're right. The truth is, I didn't convince Chloe to ditch with me I practically forced her to.
Chloe: Oh, come on...
Rachel: I was feeling angsty and reckless. Tired of living up to the perfect image everybody expects out of me. I told Chloe, if she didn't come with me, I might do something crazy.
Rose: Like what?
Rachel: Graffiti. Steal alcohol. Maybe even...abuse marijuana.
Rose and James look at each other, shocked.
Rachel: I didn't, thank god. But that's only because Chloe was there. She looked out for me, even after I threatened her. I told her I would blame her for everything if she didn't come along. I knew it would be easy, given all of the prejudices against her.
Principal Wells: Uh. Now...
Chloe: This is some serious—
Rachel cuts Chloe off.
Rachel: "Chloe," I told her. "If you get blamed for this, you will be in serious trouble. Serious. Trouble. Whereas I, having a perfect record at Blackwell, will not. Think about it," I told her. "And don't do anything you'll regret." Anyway, that's what really happened.
Rose: Oh, Rachel...
Principal Wells: I'm glad we have finally gotten to the bottom of this matter, though the revelation brings me no pleasure. Ms. Amber, I am disappointed in you.

Chloe: Fine, yes. It was her idea, but it's not like she kidnapped me. We were in it together.
Principal Wells: Ms. Amber, based on what you've just told me, I have grounds to punish you. Are you sure what you've told me is the truth?
Rachel: Yes.
James: This can't be the full story, Rachel? Ray?
Principal Wells: Just to be clear, Ms. Amber, you're sure Chloe Price didn't coerce you or—

Chloe: Trick her?
Rachel: Yes, I'm sure.
Joyce: Oh, thank god.

Principal Wells: Mrs. Price, this revelation may color the situation, but in no way absolves your daughter.

Joyce: Coerce her?
Principal Wells: I'm just trying to get to the bottom of why someone like Rachel—
Joyce Price cuts off Principal Wells.
Joyce: Oh, I think we're clear, Principal Wells. Someone like Rachel. But not my daughter.
Principal Wells: Excuse me?
Joyce: Do you have a list of students you assume the worst about?

Chloe: Go, Mom!
Joyce: You have no right to treat Chloe this way. This is because she's on financial aid, isn't it?

(If Skip said "high risk" to Chloe)

Chloe: He calls us "high risks".
Joyce: "High risks?" What kind of a label is that to put on a child?

Joyce: Oh. I get it. This is about Blackwell's money troubles. Will you be dragging every other scholarship student into your office today as well?!

(Won the Backtalk Challenge with Wells)
(Won the Backtalk Challenge with Wells)

Joyce: Tell me, will unfounded rumors about drug use also be mentioned, or is that only reserved for my daughter?

Chloe: Daaaaaamn.

Joyce: You have no right to treat Chloe this way. This is because she's on financial aid, isn't it?

Principal Wells: Let's all just calm down.
Joyce: After everything we've—she's—been through in the last two years...you should be ashamed of yourself.
Principal Wells: Ms. Price—
Joyce: Mrs. Price.
Principal Wells: Mrs. Price, I appreciate your position, but I assure you it is only your daughter's past behavior that has led us here today.

Joyce: I understand, Mr. Wells. There is no doubt that Chloe's behavior must improve. But given what we've just learned about the negative influence she was under, I hope you will allow her just one more chance.
Principal Wells: Ms. Amber, I am as surprised as I am disappointed in you.

Rachel: I understand.

Principal Wells: This being your first infraction in no way reduces its severity. Still, we will not be suspending you at this time. But you have squandered our trust. You will no longer be my administrative assistant first period. And you will no longer be involved in Blackwell's performance of The Tempest.

Rachel: No.

Chloe: What? Are you insane?
Principal Wells: Your discipline is still pending, Ms. Price.

Chloe: But the performance is tonight!
Principal Wells: For someone so aware of our school calendar, Ms. Price, I would expect fewer absences on your record.

James: Ray, she loves that show. Since this is her first infraction, don't you think—?

Principal Wells: Mr. Amber. I don't tell you how to run the District Attorney's Office. Please don't tell me how to run my school. There's a reason we have understudies, for all circumstances, accidental and deliberate. I'm sure your understudy...

Rachel: Victoria Chase.

(Sabotaged Victoria's homework)

Principal Wells: How fitting.

Principal Wells: Yes, I'm sure Victoria Chase will do fine.

Chloe: That is such...

Principal Wells: What was that, Ms. Price?

Joyce: Chloe is upset for her friend. But we are both grateful that she is not going to be unduly blamed for what happened.

Principal Wells: There is plenty of blame to go around. Chloe's future at Blackwell will be discussed next. Unless you had something to add first, Ms. Price?

If Chloe was nice to Joyce, the "Joyce Doubts Wells" score mentioned below will increase by 1 for each of the following events:

Chloe sabotaged Victoria's homework and selected "She cheated."
Chloe attempted the Backtalk Challenge with Drew.
Chloe selected "Reassure Mom."
Chloe selected "Yeah, fine."
Skip mentioned "High Risks" and during the "Yeah, fine" dialog, Chloe selects "Goad her on."

If Chloe chooses to go along with Rachel's story, this score will not change after this choice. If Chloe chooses to take the blame, this score is set to 0.

Chloe: No. Nothing to add.
Principal Wells: I'm glad. Though Chloe might not have been the mastermind of yesterday's events, it was, as I prefaced, the proverbial last straw. In light of your many past transgressions, I have no choice but to suspend you for the rest of the year.
Joyce: But it was the other girl's idea. She confessed!
Principal Wells: And she will be punished accordingly. But that does not absolve Chloe of her responsibility.

Joyce: You know what? I used to think Chloe was exaggerating about you, but now I see that she didn't go nearly far enough.

(Joyce already corrected Wells)
(Joyce didn't correct Wells)
(Joyce already corrected Wells)

Principal Wells: Mrs. Price...

(Joyce didn't correct Wells)

Principal Wells: Ms. Price—
Joyce: Mrs. Price.
Principal Wells: Mrs. Price...

Principal Wells: Let me remind you that Chloe's case for reinstatement begins now. Her actions—and those of your own—will be weighed carefully when the time comes.

Principal Wells: I am truly sorry it has come to this. But Chloe will have the chance for reinstatement in the fall. Her actions, beginning now, will be weighed heavily in that decision.

Principal Wells: Do you understand me? Both of you?

Chloe: Yeah. I mean, as much as I ever do.
Joyce: Chloe...

Chloe: I understand that you're a fu—
Joyce: Chloe!

Joyce: We understand, Mr. Wells.

Chloe: (thinking) No way is Rachel missing the play for me, but thanks to her acting skills, I'll have to go down in flames if I want to fix this.
Chloe: Get your head out of your ass, Wells.
Joyce: Chloe!
Chloe: You seriously think yesterday was Little Miss Sunshine's idea?
Principal Wells: Ms. Amber has accepted her responsibility.

Chloe: Don't you have the slightest idea how this works? You don't wake up one morning and decide to be an outlaw. You need priors. You need training.
Principal Wells: Rachel confessed. Are you calling her a liar?

Chloe: You're punishing her for taking the blame for me? For trying to be a good person? That makes you even more clueless than I thought.
Principal Wells: Rachel confessed. Are you calling her a liar?

Chloe: This shouldn't be so hard. If it looks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck, then it's gotta be a fucking duck. Right? Quack!
Principal Wells: Rachel confessed. I'm not listening to this nonsense.

Chloe: I confess to thinking she can act like a motherfucker. You just bought her crap hook, line and sinker.
Rachel: You don't have to do this. It's okay. Really.

Chloe: She just wants attention. Can't take her goodie-goodie label anymore, so she made up a story. Nobody believes you, princess.
Rachel: You don't have to do this. It's okay. Really.

Chloe: Wells, you should confess to falling for her crap. I don't blame you, though. She's one hell of an actress.
Rachel: You don't have to do this. It's okay. Really.

Chloe: Don't tell me what to do. I'm not one of your sycophants. I'm a lone wolf, and you're Little Red Riding Hood. Welcome to grandmother's house, bitch.
Joyce: Chloe, this can't be you. Apologize this instant!

Chloe: How about you don't take credit for my shit? You don't see me claiming I did my homework, do you? Because that's your stupid thing.
Joyce: Chloe, this can't be you. Apologize this instant!

Chloe: We're not friends. We don't braid each other's hair, or whatever dumb shit girls do together.
Joyce: Apologize, Chloe! That's enough!

Chloe: Fine. Mr. Wells, I'm sorry for exposing the flaws in your campus security. This must be very embarrassing for you.
Principal Wells: Why come forward now? I'd commend you for your honesty, if not for...everything else.

Chloe: Fine. I shouldn't have pulled Rachel out of class. If I'd known she couldn't handle it, I would have gone it alone.
Principal Wells: Why speak up, Ms. Price? Your words do not exonerate Rachel, but they do further implicate you.

Chloe: Fine. I'm sorry for bullying Nathan. But if you had to look at that smug face as often as I do...
Principal Wells: Why come forward now? I'd commend you for your honesty, if not for...everything else.

Chloe: This is my swan song. My farewell to Blackhell. I'm only sorry I had but one fuckoff to give.

Chloe: It's like you always say. I'm the worst student Blackwell's ever had. Doesn't it feel good to be right?

Chloe: Why? To tell the truth, for once. Something that happens so rarely around here. Everybody lies.

Principal Wells: I've heard enough! Rachel, you were clearly trying to cover for your classmate. I appreciate the motive, but I appreciate honesty more. Is that understood?
Rachel: Yes, sir.
Principal Wells: You will not be removed from the play.
Chloe: Was that so hard?
Rachel: Thank you.
Principal Wells: And Ms. Price. I came into today's meeting planning to suspend you for the rest of the school year, with a chance for reinstatement in the fall.
Chloe: And now?
Principal Wells: You are expelled.
Joyce: What? No...

Principal Wells: That's enough! Your loyalty to each other might be admirable, but nothing else about your attitude or behavior is. My decision stands. Ms. Price will be suspended for the rest of the school year. Ms. Amber will be cut from the play.

Principal Wells: I will have Skip Matthews escort you to clean out your locker. You may wait outside my office until he arrives. That is all. Good day, Mrs. Price. Mr. and Mrs. Amber.

James: Ray.

Joyce: Come on, Chloe.

Blackwell Academy Hallways[]

Rachel and Chloe leave Principal Wells' office followed by Joyce. Rose and James are already by the door waiting.

Rachel: I'm sorry.

Chloe: I'm sorry, too.

Chloe: Nothing to be sorry about.

Rachel: Meet me at the junkyard later?

Chloe: You bet.

Rachel walks over and stands next to her parents and, and Joyce approaches them.

Joyce: I didn't get the chance to introduce myself. I'm Joyce.

James: Mrs. Price.

Rose: I'm Rose. This is James. I'm sorry we had to meet like this.

Joyce: No, I'm sorry. I'm sure for you this is an unusual circumstance.

James: We really should be going. Nice to meet you.

Skip enters the main hall. Rose, James, and Rachel leave the school.

Chloe: Mom, I'm—

Joyce: I'll see you in the parking lot.

Joyce leaves the school.

Skip: Hey Chloe. I'm supposed to walk you out.

Chloe: Just you and me. Eh, Skip?

Skip: Fuck 'em. Bunch of fascists.
Skip beckons Chloe to go to her locker, and they walk down the hall together.
Skip: Hey, uh. Just wanted to say...it sucks what is happening to you.
Chloe: Thanks, Skip.
Skip: You're gonna be missed.

Skip: You know I was supposed to have today off, right?
Chloe: Sorry that my totally fair and impartial hearing inconvenienced you, man.
Skip beckons Chloe to go to her locker.

Chloe opens her locker, and begins looking inside it.

Chloe: (thinking) I don't really care about any of this shit, except my secret stash. Might as well grab my emergency joint while I'm here.

Chloe throws her schoolbooks and a Metal poster into the trash can nearby, clearing the way to her secret compartment. She then reaches her hand in to pull out a joint. While doing so, she looks back at Skip to make sure he is not looking.

Chloe: (thinking) Jackpot. Wait, what the hell?

Chloe realizes that this is not her joint, but a rolled-up letter from Justin explaining that he borrowed her stash and will make it up next week.

Chloe: (thinking) Damn it, Justin...

Chloe stomps her foot on the ground in anger. She steps away from her locker a bit and thinks to herself.

Chloe: (thinking) Fuck every inch of this place. I wish I could tag it from floor to ceiling, but with Skip watching me...

Chloe slams her locker door closed.

Chloe: Bathroom, then I'm out. Cool?

Skip sighs.

Skip: Okay, but try to make it fast, will you?

Chloe goes on a graffiti rampage in the bathroom, tagging everything from floor to ceiling. When she is done, Chloe and Skip leave. Victoria Chase shows up to use the bathroom, but as she opens the door to see all of the graffiti she is shocked and looks over to Chloe and Skip.

Blackwell Academy Parking Lot[]

Chloe and Skip are walking down a sidewalk to the parking lot of Blackwell Academy.

Chloe: Later, Skip.

Skip: Later.

Chloe: (thinking) Looks like David's here. Awesome.

Optional Conversation with Eliot

Chloe: Hey, Eliot.

Eliot: What brings Chloe Price to school on a Saturday morning? Nothing good, I bet.

Chloe: I was expelled.

Chloe: I was suspended.

Eliot: Wait, really? Holy shit.

Chloe: I know. I'm surprised it took this long, too.

Eliot: Do you want a hug?

Chloe: Uh. Okay...
Eliot proceeds to hug Chloe.
Chloe: Thanks...

Chloe: Let's not make a big deal out of this.
Eliot: Oh, sorry, right, yeah.

Eliot: Was Rachel Amber involved?
Chloe: Yeah.
Eliot: And let me guess, did she get off scot-free?
Chloe: Well, yeah. But she tried to cover for me.
Eliot: Uh-huh.

Chloe: Yeah. It sucks for Rachel too. She was kicked out of the play because of me.
Eliot: She'll live.
Chloe: Harsh, man.

Chloe: Anyway, what are you doing here?

Eliot: I thought I should come early to grab tickets. For The Tempest? You said we might see it together.
Chloe: Oh, right, good call.
Eliot: Did you get my text about hanging out afterwards?

Chloe: Yeah. I mean, I'm not really big on making plans. But maybe.
Eliot: Cool, cool. Uh... Sounds...sounds good.

Chloe: Actually, uh, I was thinking...maybe I won't go to the Tempest. The more I think about being at Blackwell tonight, the more I want to throw up.
Eliot: Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. I should have thought of that. Do you just want to hang out instead?
Chloe: Nah, I think I'll just chill at home. You don't mind, right?
Eliot: It's totally cool. No problem.
Chloe: Next time, okay?

Chloe: Sorry Eliot, but I'm probably gonna hang out with Rachel.

Chloe: She might be pretty bummed about missing the show.
Eliot: Oh, yeah. I guess that makes sense.

Chloe: You know, post show celebration and whatever.
Eliot: Oh, cool. That makes sense.

Eliot: I figured I'd see The Tempest anyway. I was going to text you, actually. I got two tickets in case you changed your mind.
Chloe: Oh. Thanks, I guess.
Eliot: Yeah? So, you in? Might help you take your mind off things.

Chloe: Guess I might as well.

Chloe: Could be fun to see Victoria crash and burn.
Eliot: Sweet! Glad I got the extra ticket.

Chloe: Should see what I got myself expelled for.
Eliot: Sweet! Glad I got the extra ticket.

Chloe: Still a no, sorry.
Eliot: Oh. That's cool. Maybe we can hang out instead?
Chloe: Nah, I think I'll just chill at home.

Chloe: I better go. My mom is waiting to sic her attack mustache on me. (seeing Eliot's confusion) Her boyfriend. Don't worry about it. See you around, Eliot.

Eliot: Yeah, later.

If Chloe tries to talk to Eliot again:

Eliot: See you tonight!

Eliot: See you later, Chloe.

Conversation with David and Joyce

Chloe approaches David and Joyce.

David: It's about damn time.

Joyce: David, please.

Joyce: I'll handle it. Chloe. After today—
David: Chloe, your mother and I have been talking.

David: Chloe, your mother and I have been talking.

Chloe: I don't care.
David: I know. That's what we need to talk about.

Chloe: Can we do this later? I don't think I can handle another fight right now.
David: And who do you expect to handle things for you? Your mother?

(Joyce defended Chloe)

Joyce: This isn't a fight, Chloe. It's a conversation. Remember that.

Chloe: I don't need a conversation. Not with Sergeant Asshat here. I just need some space.

David: Do not use that language with your mother.

Chloe: Or what, David? What will you do?
David: You do not want to test me.

Chloe: If my mother has something to say, she will say it to me.
David: She has. The problem is, you don't listen.

(Gave money to Joyce)

Joyce: Chloe, we just want to help.
Chloe: I'm sure.
Joyce: I know what you did. The money, in my purse? I appreciate it, Chloe, but where did it come from?

Chloe: I stole it.
David: Why am I not surprised?
Chloe: From a total dick. You'd like him.
Joyce: Oh, Chloe. I'm so disappointed in you.

Chloe: Does that really matter?
Joyce: I can't turn a blind eye—
Chloe: We need money, Mom.
Joyce: I'm providing as best as I can. I appreciate what you've done, I'm just... I'm worried about you, Chloe!

Chloe: This is so pointless! I don't understand what we're doing here.

David: Maybe if you'd try listening to me, instead of fighting me about everything, you might actually learn a thing or two.

Chloe: What? Like how to have no job? Or how to be a soldier?

Chloe: What? How to be a soldier?

David: Soldiers put family and future above self and now. Getting kicked out of school? That's what losers do.

(Joyce defended Chloe)

Joyce: David! That's out of line. You weren't with us in there. Chloe was treated unfairly.
David: Now you're making excuses for her? Chloe needs to take responsibility.
Joyce: I decide what Chloe needs. Not you.

(Chloe was expelled)

Joyce: You had a scholarship, Chloe. Do you know what that means? What kind of opportunity you gave up? Do you want to work at the diner?

Chloe: There's nothing wrong with waiting tables, Mom.
Joyce: Chloe, I'm proud to wait tables because it means you can be whatever you want to be. But what is that, Chloe? What do you want?
Chloe: Maybe...I don't know yet.
Joyce: Maybe you've had long enough to figure it out.

Chloe: Someone needed my help.
Joyce: Who? Your friend Rachel? Because I think the daughter of the D.A. is going to be just fine. I need your help. Me. Your mother. We need to get our own house in order.

Joyce: Right now, what I need most of all, is for the two of you to start getting along.

David: Chloe, I care about Joyce very much. I'm willing to forgive you for the...incident yesterday if you improve your attitude going forward.
Joyce: Incident? What incident?

David: Chloe was incredibly out of line. She insulted me, swore at me... But with an apology, I'm willing to start over.

David: I'll just say we had a rather frank discussion. But with an apology, I'm willing to start over.

David: Chloe. I don't want to fight. I care about your mother very much. And you, too. I'd like for us to start over. What do you say?

Chloe: Sure. Reset button pressed.
David: I am glad to hear it.

Chloe: Are you still going to date my mom?
David: Of course.
Chloe: And will you still be coming to our house?
David: I...plan to.
Chloe: Then I say go fuck yourself.
David: That's what I thought.

David: From now on, I will be assisting your mother in a few areas. Like making sure that you are no longer abusing drugs or alcohol.

(Joyce defended Chloe)

Joyce: David, do you really think now is the right time?

David: Joyce, please. We must be a united front.

Chloe: Mom?

David: Chloe, I'd like you to empty your pockets and place all your belongings on the trunk of the car.

Chloe: What the fuck?

David: If we are going to start over, we have to know that you are not abusing drugs. If you're not, you should be eager for the chance to prove it.

Chloe: Mom, you saw how I was treated in there. Now you want to treat me the same way? I don't need more discipline from you. I need my mom.
Joyce: I know, Chloe. And I'm sorry. But David feels...
David: Joyce...
Joyce: We feel this is the best way to start fresh.

Chloe: Mom, you can't be serious.
Joyce: David and I have discussed it, and we feel this is the only way for us all to have a fresh start.

David: Let's go, Chloe. Quit stalling.

Chloe: Fine. You want to see my shit so badly?
Chloe proceeds to put all of her stuff on the trunk of David's car.

Chloe pulls out the weed from her pocket and shows it to David.
Chloe: Oooooh, weed! Oh, nooo! The horror!
Chloe tosses the weed onto the trunk of David's car.
Chloe: Happy?
David: It's marijuana, alright.
Joyce: No, Chloe, I am not happy. But I am relieved that you came clean. I hope this can be the beginning of a new chapter for us.

Chloe gives David the middle finger.
Chloe: You know what sucks even worse than invading someone's privacy? Doing it for no reason.
David: You're awfully smug for someone who just got kicked out of school.
Joyce: Oh David... Chloe, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?

Chloe: I forgive you. You were under a terrible influence.
Joyce: I just worry about you. But that's no excuse.

Chloe: Sure. As long as you promise to never speak to this asshole again.
Joyce: Chloe...

David: Joyce, you can't start apologizing now. This will only encourage her.
Joyce: That's enough out of you, David! We need to start treating each other better. And that means all of us. We need a new beginning.

Chloe: Sure, here you go.
Chloe hits David's car with her fist and gives him the middle finger.
Chloe: Show me a warrant, asshole.
David: You watch too much television. Your refusal to comply is as good as an admission.
Chloe: I admit to you being a fascist. And I don't take orders from fascists. What happened to trust being a two way street?

Joyce: That was before you were suspended.

Joyce: That was before you were expelled.

Joyce: I know you haven't always been treated fairly. And I'm not trying to add to that. But Chloe... Somewhere along the way, we lost our trust.
Chloe: This is not the way to get it back. Not at all.
Joyce: Okay.
David: That's it? She's basically admitted her guilt, and you're letting her off the hook?
Joyce: I am not letting her off the hook. I am trying to find a way for us to move on. We need a new beginning.

Joyce: A new chapter. One that will involve the three of us, together.

Chloe: What does that mean?

David: We both agree that the best thing for everyone at this stage is for me to move in.

Chloe: No fucking way!

Joyce: Chloe, after everything that's happened... I'm at a loss. I need help.

David: Exactly. We need a firmer hand steering this ship.

Joyce: Talk to me, Chloe. Tell me what you're feeling.

Chloe: Mom, I...I know I fucked up. I'm a fuckup. I'm sorry.
Joyce: Are you sorry? You don't even know what you're apologizing for.
Chloe: I've been shutting you out even though I've needed you, and you need me, and I know that.

Chloe: You're trying. I get it. I swear, I do. And I've been making it harder for you.

Chloe: But this is not the answer.

Joyce: It's the only answer I have, Chloe.

Chloe: In a million years I never thought you'd choose David over me. I'm sorry I took that for granted.

Joyce: I'm not choosing anyone over anyone else. It's about the three of us having a home together.

David: It'll be better than you think, Chloe. Once everything's running smoothly, you'll see what a stable home can be like.

David opens his car door to let Chloe in. Chloe goes over and kicks the door closed.

David: Hey!

Chloe: There is no home. Not if he's there.

Chloe starts walking away from David and Joyce.

Joyce: Chloe!

David: Let her go. She'll come home as soon as her tantrum is over.

Eliot goes to talk to Chloe but backs up when he sees how frustrated she is.

The Junkyard[]

Chloe is laying on top of a sign post smoking a cigarette and holding a bat.

Chloe: (thinking) How do you know which way is up when your whole life has been turned upside down?

Chloe sits up.

Chloe: (thinking) Blackwell's done with me. I can't go home anymore. Is this junkyard all I've got left?

Chloe jumps down and starts walking around the junkyard. She knocks over a bottle and can with her bat. Chloe walks up to a rusty old truck she is about to hit with a baseball bat, until she realizes that she might be able to fix it. Chloe opens up the hood to the truck and looks at the inside of it in disgust.

Chloe: Ugh.

Chloe pulls the battery out of the truck and throws it on the ground.

Chloe: (thinking) This thing is a mess. But maybe I can fix it. If this beast will ever run again, the first thing it needs is a new battery. Wonder if I can find one around here.

If Chloe takes too long to find a car battery:

Chloe: (thinking) There's got to be a battery under one of these car hoods. Right?

Chloe can attempt to climb to the top of a rusty boat but will fail after trying for a bit.

Chloe: Damn...you...cigarettes.

If Chloe tries to climb the boat again:

Chloe: (thinking) As well as that went last time, I think I'm gonna need some help.

Chloe drags a pallet over to the boat and prop it up against it. Chloe climbs up the boat and looks up at the sky to see the forest fire and all the smoke.

Chloe: Shit.

Chloe maneuvers her way around to the front of the boat to climb to the top. She proceeds to sit there and look at the forest fire.

Chloe: (thinking) I can't believe Rachel set that fire. I don't think she meant to. But I also don't think she...didn't mean to. Crazy that something so destructive can also be so beautiful. Or a fire that began in a trash can could grow to light up the entire sky. In conclusion, fire: pretty sweet.

Chloe hops down off the boat.

Chloe wanders around the junkyard looking for a battery until she comes across a white truck. She attempts to open the hood of the truck with no success.

Chloe: (thinking) What are you trying to hide under there, hood?

Chloe pulls the hood release hatch inside the truck and the hood pops open. Chloe then proceeds to take the battery from the truck.

Chloe: (thinking) Here we go, the pick of the litter.

Chloe returns to the old rusty truck and puts the new battery in to it. Chloe gets zapped while attempting to connect the battery. Chloe closes the hood and gets inside the truck. Chloe begins looking around for keys, but notices a screwdriver and uses it to try to start the truck, with no success.

Chloe: Damn. This thing needs more love than I can give right now.

Chloe exits the truck.

Chloe: In the meantime, maybe I can spruce it up a bit?

Chloe looks around the truck seeing how she can improve it. She notices that the truck needs a seat cover, something to cover the hole in the passenger side floor and a light bulb for the ceiling light. Chloe exits the truck.

Chloe: (thinking) Okay, let's see what else this trash heap has to offer.

Chloe proceeds to look around the junkyard for the items she needs to spruce up the truck. For the ceiling light, she can take a blue lightbulb from the robot, a red one from the used car, or a green one from the Christmas lights. Chloe can choose from the pirate flag or the rainbow beach towel for the seat cover. Chloe can choose from the welcome mat, the old rug, or the putting green to cover the hole in the floor of the truck. She can also put a bobblehead Elvis on the dashboard.

After Chloe is done fixing up the truck, she proceeds to enter the truck.

Chloe: (thinking) This thing looks like a rusted-out shopping cart. Probably drives like one too. That's if it ever does drive, which seems questionable.

Chloe: Still...how sweet would that be...

Chloe gets a call on her phone from Frank.

Chloe: Yeah?

Frank: Price. It's Frank.

Chloe: Oh. Hey, Frank. What's up?

Frank: Yeah, just checking in to see how you're doing.

Chloe: Really?

Frank: No. Listen, we've got some business to discuss. Where can we meet?

Chloe: What about? Oh, like drugs?

Frank: Price...

Chloe: I'm hanging out in the junkyard north of town.

Frank: A junkyard? That's great. Stay there, I'll see you soon.

Chloe: 'Kay. And, Frank—

Chloe: I'm not in trouble or anything, right?
Frank: I don't know. Did you do anything you should be in trouble for?
Chloe: Like, in general, or to you?
Frank: I'll see you soon.

Chloe: After you hang up, are you going to smash your phone, like in the movies? And if so, can I smash it?
Frank: Trust me, Price. If I ever have to smash anything, you'll want nothing to do with it. I'll see you.

Chloe hangs up her phone and puts her cigarettes on the dashboard of the truck. She gets more relaxed and puts her feet up on the dashboard.

Chloe: (thinking) Time for a hard-earned smoke break.

Before the smoke break, Chloe can open the glove compartment, revealing a beanie inside.

Chloe: (thinking) What do we have here?

She can take the beanie.

Chloe: (thinking) Yup. This'll do.

If the singing man bobblehead is on the dashboard, she can bobble its head.

Chloe: (thinking) Does Principal Wells eat pizza with a fork and knife? (Bobbles) I knew there was something off about that guy.

Chloe: (thinking) Did Max fall into a black hole where texts and emails cannot escape? (Bobbles) Well, at least it's not personal.

Chloe: (thinking) Is David's mustache an infected rat that burrowed into his skull and is using him to spread the Bubonic Plague? (Bobbles) All the more reason never to go home.

Chloe: (thinking) Will this ever get old? (Bobbles) Fair enough.

Chloe grabs her pack of cigarettes and pulls out one. She puts the pack back onto the dashboard and proceeds to smoke a cigarette. Chloe ends up falling asleep with the cigarette in her hand while a crow is circling above her.

Chloe's Dream[]

Chloe wakes up in the truck.

Chloe: Shit! I slept all day?

(Graffiti'd the truck)

Chloe turns around to look at the graffiti.

The graffiti says "Chloe Price, you are about to die" and is shaking around. As Chloe turns around to look at it, it stops moving.

The graffiti is "The All Seeing Eye" and it is shaking around while looking at Chloe and flapping its wings. As Chloe turns around to look at it, it stops moving.

Chloe: What the hell...?

Chloe looks out the front window of the truck to see William and a crow sitting in front of his burning car roasting marshmallows. The forest fire is in the background. Chloe exits the truck and begins walking toward William.

Chloe: Dad?

Chloe takes a seat on a log to the right of William.

If Chloe tries to speak to William without roasting a marshmallow:

Chloe: Dad, what are we doing here?

William pulls his marshmallow out of the fire, completely burned, and lets the crow take a few pecks at it.

If Chloe tries to speak to William without roasting a marshmallow (second time):

Chloe: Are you trying to tell me something?

If Chloe tries to speak to William without roasting a marshmallow (third time):

Chloe: Dad?

The crow will caw at Chloe.

Chloe picks up the stick and places it on her lap, then takes the stick and stabs a marshmallow. She begins roasting the marshmallow.

William: Amazing, isn't it? I can't look away.

Chloe: Sure.

William: Don't pretend you're not mesmerized, too.

Chloe looks at the fire in the distance.

William: See? You're so drawn to it, you don't even realize the danger.

Chloe: Danger?

William puts down his stick.

William: Fire blinds us, just like darkness. But darkness blinds with absence. With loss.

William puts his hands up to look through them like a frame.

Chloe: What does fire blind with?

William waves his right arm from left to right, making the forest fire disappear.

William: (waving his hand) Beauty. But sometimes there's a greater beauty yet to come.

Chloe looks up into to see the formerly dark sky turn into a beautiful violet sky filled with stars.

Chloe: Incredible.

William: Fire is jealous, Chloe. It wants all the beauty for itself. That's why you need to be careful.

Chloe: Careful of what?

William turns to face Chloe, revealing the horribly burned left side of his face.

William: (echoing voice) Of getting burned.

The crow goes to William's shoulder and starts pecking at his burned face.

The Junkyard - Later[]

Chloe is still asleep when she hears someone knocking.

Rachel: (echoing, distant) Chloe...

Chloe wakes up, still a bit fuzzy, when she hears another knock and begins looking around. Chloe still has the cigarette in between her fingers.

Rachel: Hasn't anyone ever told you not to fall asleep with a lit cigarette? You could start a fire.

Chloe is surprised as Rachel starts talking to her. She then throws the cigarette onto the floor of the truck and stomps it out.

Rachel: So...are you going to invite me in, or what?

Chloe: I love giving rides to strange drifters. Hop in.
Rachel: Thanks.

Chloe: I don't know. I'm not supposed to give rides to strangers.
Rachel: What if I promise you free candy?
Chloe: Hop in.

Rachel winks at Chloe and grabs her bag and throws it into the back of the truck as Chloe opens the door for her. Rachel gets into the truck.

Rachel: Damn. You've been busy.

Chloe: It's nothing. Just some junk I found lying around.

Rachel: A pirate flag?

Rachel: A rainbow towel?

Rachel: A freaky red light?

Rachel: A bright green light?

Rachel: A cool blue light?

Rachel: Holy shit, the all-seeing eye.
Chloe: Figured it can't hurt to have the Illuminati on our side for whenever shit goes down.
Rachel: Always thinking ahead.

Rachel: That is dark.
Chloe: Too dark?
Rachel: Perfect dark.

(Bobblehead man)

Rachel: Holy shit, look at the little dude!

Rachel: Chloe, this is incredible. I—I can't believe you found us an escape vehicle already.

Chloe: Like, for us to run away? Oh. I guess I wasn't thinking about it that way.
Rachel: Are you getting cold feet? I thought you were all bye-bye Arcadia Bay last night.
Chloe: I still am, I guess.
Rachel: You guess?
Chloe: It's not so easy. This truck doesn't even start. And we don't have any money.
Rachel: We can figure all of that out, I have no doubt. Besides, there's no rush.

Chloe: That's the hope. But it doesn't exactly drive yet.
Rachel: You'll figure it out. And while you're at it, we're also gonna need some money. You know, to buy stuff.
Chloe: Uh-huh. Car and money. Anything else you'd like?
Rachel: Luckily, there's no rush.

Chloe: True. And no Blackwell.

Rachel: Holy shit. That Wells meeting. I'm so sorry.

Rachel: I can't believe he actually expelled you.
Chloe: Why not? No reason to prolong the inevitable.
Rachel: It's definitely Blackwell's loss. You covering for me was amazing. I don't know how to thank you.
Chloe: Whatever. You tried to cover for me, too.
Rachel: Tried and failed. I guess we know who the better liar is.
Chloe: Or maybe my lie was the one he wanted to believe.

Rachel: I can't believe he actually suspended you.
Chloe: Really? I'd say it's like the most believable thing that's ever happened to anyone in the history of forever. I'm just so pissed about the play. How could they let Victoria Chase jack your role?
Rachel: Because life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Chloe: Yeah, totally.

Rachel: At least Wells has no idea what really went down with us last night. Shit got pretty wild.

Chloe: Last I checked, you're the one who went all Puff the Manic Dragon on that tree last night. What were you thinking?
Rachel: I was angry. I didn't expect the whole stupid park to go "whoosh". But come on, doesn't "accomplice" sound way cooler than "accessory after the fact"?
Chloe: Is that the official Arcadia Bay DA's opinion? Accomplice it is.

Chloe: Rachel, that was more than pretty wild. You went absolutely nuts last night. What the hell were you thinking?
Rachel: I was angry. I didn't expect the whole stupid park to go "whoosh". But now you're in on it too. Accessory after the fact. Unless you tell on me, of course.
Chloe: I'm no snitch.

Chloe: I'd be way happier going to jail than having to live at home with Dick-tator David. He announced his plans to move in this morning.

Rachel: Oh, Chloe that's awful. I'm so sorry. You know what we both could use? Therapy.

Chloe: Therapy?

Rachel: You start. Kick back and tell me what's bothering you.

Chloe lays across the seat with her legs on top of Rachel's.

Chloe: Well, doc...

Chloe: So my new friend, who everyone thinks is perfect, did something batshit-fucking-nutso last night. What do I do?
Rachel: This perfect friend of yours, who I'm assuming is also an exceptional beauty, sounds like she may have been inspired by someone new in her life.

(Said Rachel was more than a friend)

Rachel: Someone who is also, may I add, a knockout in the looks department.

Rachel: Perhaps this friend of yours, who I reiterate must be just stunning, needed someone in her life to teach her...

Chloe: How to steal wine from yuppie picnickers?

Chloe: How to break into a viewfinder?

Rachel: How not to give a fuck. Because she was tired of having to give so many fucks all the time.
Chloe: That...makes sense.

Chloe: There's this dildo with a mustache who's been dating my mom and now he thinks he's moving in with us. How do I stop him?
Rachel: Hmm. That's a hard one. I'm not sure there's really anything you can do.
Chloe: Then what the hell am I talking to you for?
Rachel: Just because you can't stop him doesn't mean you don't fight back. The resistance begins now.
Chloe: Alright...
Rachel: You're going to need a new nickname to mark your enemy. What have you got?

Chloe: He's a stepdouche because he's inserting himself where he doesn't belong. Also, he's a douche.

Chloe: He's a stepdick because he's overly sensitive and he thinks he's way more important than he is. Also, he's a dick.

Chloe: He's a stepfuck because he's a stupid fucking fuck.

Rachel: Poetic. May I also suggest step ladder?
Chloe: Why step ladder?
Rachel: Because he climbs on your mom every night.
Chloe: Ew!
Rachel: And pretty soon they'll be stepping down the aisle.
Chloe: What the hell kind of therapist are you?
Rachel: Sorry. It's called shock therapy. Highly controversial.

Chloe: I've been booted from school and I'm not entirely sure what to do about it.
Rachel: You mean how to cope with your feelings of anger and disappointment?
Chloe: No, I mean how to express my feelings of intense joy.
Rachel: Uh-huh. Do you think you might be taking this a little too well?
Chloe: You tell me. I'd say I'm exceptionally well-adjusted.
Rachel: I'd bet my therapist's license that no one's ever called you that before.
Chloe: Touche, doc.

Chloe: That was actually somewhat therapeutic. Thank you.
Chloe sits back up in her seat.
Rachel: It's always a pleasure delving into the mind of Chloe Price.

Chloe: And now it's your turn. Tell me all about what it's like being daughter of Arcadia Bay's most famous scumbag.

Rachel becomes downfallen after hearing the question.

Rachel: It sucks.

Chloe: Too blunt? Sorry. I do that sometimes.

Rachel: Nah, I'm just...ugh, I don't know.

Rachel lays her head on Chloe's shoulder.

Rachel: Can we talk about something else?

Chloe: Hey, chances are, pretty soon this entire town will be burnt to a smoldering pile of ashes. So, you know, things are really looking up for us.
Rachel: "From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire."

Chloe: I kind of fixed the truck a bit. That might mean I have life skills, something I've really tried to avoid. Upshot: I'm closer to becoming a car thief.
Rachel: That's pretty badass.

Chloe: When you think about it, getting suspended from the play is a good thing. You don't have to wear that silly costume and prance around stage like an idiot.
Rachel: Maybe I like prancing around stage like an idiot.

Chloe: Hey, you ever try picturing what Principal Wells does when he's not at school? I see, like, a bed covered in teddy bears and he's tying a little necktie around each one.
Rachel: That's weird.
Chloe: I'm a weirdo.

Rachel: Do you think there's a point when you've been acting so much that you don't even have your own personality anymore? You're just whatever you think other people want you to be?

Chloe: I think you have a personality.

Rachel: I wasn't talking about me. My dad doesn't really exist. You saw him in Wells' office. The whole thing is a performance. And now I'm starting to feel like everything in my life is bullshit.

Rachel goes back to sitting on her side of the truck.

Rachel: But he's still my dad. How can I make sure I don't end up like him?

Chloe: You couldn't be like him even if you wanted to. You're too awesome.
Rachel: The fact that you believe that makes me feel better.

Chloe: You just need someone around who likes you for who you are and isn't afraid to call bullshit when needed.
Rachel: Let me know if you find any candidates for the job.

Rachel pulls out her phone to check the time.

Rachel: Shit. Time for the play. As if my life didn't have enough drama in it.
Chloe: Good luck.
Rachel: You know you're never supposed to tell an actor good luck before a show? It's bad luck.
Chloe: How is telling someone good luck bad luck?
Rachel: You're supposed to say "break a leg".

Chloe: That's dumb.

Rachel: Shit. It's play time. Gotta go clean out my dressing room for Victoria. Not exactly the role I thought I'd be playing tonight. Oh, well.

Rachel: Hey, I was thinking that after the show, maybe we could go do something. Just you and me.

Chloe: Something criminal?

Rachel: Criminally fun.

Chloe: I'm in.

Rachel exits the truck.

Chloe: Wait, you forgot your bag.

Rachel: It's for you. Just a little survival kit for your new life on the lam. Drive safe, Chloe.

Rachel makes finger guns at Chloe, then closes the vehicle and leaves for the play. Chloe looks back at the bag. A few moments later, Chloe is at the entrance to the shack in the junkyard, moving a piece of sheet metal that's blocking the entry way, then steps inside.

Chloe: Hello, junk shack.

Chloe put the mystery bag from Rachel on a set of pallets and looks around the shack.

Chloe: (thinking) Time to check out Rachel Amber's mystery bag.

Chloe goes around the junk shack putting up various items until she opens Rachel's mystery bag to reveal clothes.

Chloe: (thinking) A bag full of clothes.

Chloe pulls some clothes out of the bag and places them on a chair.

Chloe: (thinking) What's with everyone trying to pawn clothes off on me?

Chloe: (thinking) Guess I need those.

Chloe goes to try on clothes.

Chloe: (thinking) Nothing like an abandoned shack in the middle of a junkyard to make a girl feel like exploring a new wardrobe.

Chloe picks out what she wants to wear from the bag. Frank sends Chloe a text saying that he has arrived at the junkyard. Chloe leaves the junk shack and walks over to Frank's RV. As Chloe gets close to the RV, the woman she saw kissing Rachel's dad steps out.

Chloe: (thinking) That's the woman we saw with Rachel's dad.

The woman looks back at Chloe, then walks off.

Chloe: (thinking) Weird.

Chloe goes up to Frank's door and yells.

Chloe: Yo, Frank! It's Chloe!

Chloe bangs on the RV door, but there is no response.

Chloe: I don't know the secret password, man. Is the password...drugs?

The RV door swings open.

Frank: Price! Get your ass in here.

Chloe enters Frank's RV and closes the door.

Frank's R.V.[]

Chloe: (sniffs, coughs) Dude! It smells like piss in here.

Frank: Shut up.

Chloe: You have a rough night or something?

Frank sits in the driver's seat of the RV.

Frank: Every night's a rough night. I've got a notebook in the back somewhere. Go get it for me, would ya?

Chloe: Who was that wom—ahh!

Frank starts driving and Chloe stumbles because of the sudden movement of the RV.

Chloe: God. Geez, man.

Frank: Get my notebook, Price. Then we'll talk.

Chloe: (thinking) Now I'm fetching things for Frank. How low can I go?

Frank drives out of the junkyard. He listens to The STYR! on the radio.

Frank's Comments About Notebook

Frank: Have you found that notebook yet? Bring it here when you do.

Chloe goes to the back of the RV and opens the door. Chloe is surprised and steps backward as something comes running out of the room.

Chloe: Whoa! Hey, there...

Chloe looks down and sees a puppy pulling at her pants leg and growling faintly. Chloe reaches down and pets him.

Chloe: It's okay, little guy...

Frank looks back and notices the puppy.

Frank: Aw, shit! Pompidou! Get up here!

Chloe: (thinking) Pompidou?

Pompidou goes up to Frank and runs in circles next to him.

Frank: Ya little killer...

Frank pets Pompidou and he lies down. Chloe takes the notebook on Frank's bed.

Chloe: (thinking) Is this what I think it is?

Chloe: (thinking) Glad I paid that off.

Chloe: (thinking) Ah, shit, I'm in the red.

Chloe: (thinking) Time to find out what Frank wants to discuss.

Chloe brings the notebook to Frank.

Chloe: Is this it?

Frank: Have a seat.

Chloe tosses the notebook onto the dashboard and sits in the chair.

Chloe: Pompidou, huh? That's one...badass name for a dog.

Frank: It's French.

Chloe: (laughs) Oookay...but he's not a poodle, Frank.
Frank: No, he's not. But I'm gonna treat him like one.

Chloe: Does it mean, like, "Tough Guy" or something?
Frank: Do I look like I speak fucking French?

Chloe: Okay, so who was that woman?

Frank: What woman?

Chloe: The one I saw coming out of your RV?

Frank: Oh, yeah, I meant to introduce you. Her name is Mind Your Own Fucking Business.

Chloe: (scoffs) Okay, fine.
Chloe: (thinking) Guess Rachel's dad is into bad girls.

Chloe: (thinking) Rachel would want to know more. I bet I can convince Frank it's harmless to tell me.
Chloe: Dude, I'm just curious. What's the big deal?
Frank: Idiot. I make money by being discreet.

Chloe: It's not like you signed a confidentiality agreement. You can be less discreet this one time.
Frank: Nope, I protect my clients. Happy customers are the foundation of a good business.

Chloe: Frank, you know I hate everyone. Who do you think I'm gonna tell?
Frank: Come on, Price, I gotta protect my clients. Happy customers are the foundation of a good business.

Chloe: No shit, Frank. You think I don't know about hiding things from other people? I'm a teenager.
Frank: Come on, Price, I gotta protect my clients. Happy customers are the foundation of a good business.

Chloe: Your customers like you 'cause you're laid-back. That's why I like you. So you should keep building up that easygoing vibe, y'know?
Frank: Sure, I guess. So, why are you so hung up on this chick?

Chloe: As long as you're selling quality stuff, nobody's going to care what you tell me.
Frank: God, Price. Don't you have enough dumb high school shit going on? Why get hung up on some chick?

Chloe: People feel flattered when you give them inside info. If you want happy customers, tell them all your secrets.
Frank: Sure, I guess. So, why are you so hung up on this chick?

Only available if Chloe looked through Frank's web browser history.
Chloe: Hey, so...I had this dream the other night about a cloud that swallowed Arcadia Bay.
Frank: You, too?
Chloe: See? We're a lot alike, Frank. We've got shit in common.
Frank: Sure, I guess. So, why are you so hung up on this chick?

Chloe: Come on, Frank. This is Arcadia Bay. Gossip is all we have to keep us from hanging ourselves out of boredom.
Frank: Well, I guess you're not asking for life or death information here.

Chloe: I'm—I'm not. Just hangin' with a friend here. A friend I don't know much about. Tell me, Frank, seeing any girls lately?
Frank: Well, I guess you're not asking for life or death information here.

Chloe: Geez, Frank. So sensitive. You guys got a thing going? Mixing business with pleasure?
Frank: What? No, I—forget it, Price. Over my dead body.

Chloe: If you don't tell me who she is, I'm just gonna assume you're dating. Or she's your boss. Or something else embarrassing.

Chloe: You know when I joke about being your favorite customer? I'm kind of not joking. Deep down in your gut, I think you know you can totally trust me.

Chloe: I'm holding your drug-dealing account book. You obviously trust me already, so what are you waiting for?

Frank: I don't know...
Chloe: Frank. Talk and I'll get my mom to make you something special.
Frank: Like what?
Chloe: Uh—
Frank: How 'bout that firehouse chili of hers?
Chloe: You got it.
Frank: The woman you saw...her name's Sera. Showed up a few weeks ago. Causing all kinds of trouble for all sorts of people.
Chloe: Like who?
Frank: It's a little outta your league, okay?
Chloe: But what kind of trouble, exactly?
Frank: Forget about it, Chloe! Shouldn't have opened my mouth.
Chloe: Thanks for...telling me.
Frank: Whatever.

Chloe: So? Are you gonna tell me who that wo—
Frank: Price! Do you ever shut up?! I'm not telling you anything, okay?! (sighs) Arrghhh...
Chloe: You don't have to be rude about it.
Frank: Two damn seconds of peace and quiet is all I want... (exhales) Okay. Okay. I'm good now.

Frank: You hear the mill burned down?

Chloe: Yeah... I, uh, heard some stuff about it.

Chloe: Oh, shit, really?

Frank: Crazy. My friend Damon runs the place. He lost a lot of money last night.

Chloe: Money from what?
Frank: Well, he's always had a few things going on. I help him out with some of them.
Chloe: Don't drown me in the details, Frank.

Chloe: How about you? Did you lose anything in the fire?
Frank: No. But I'll probably get pulled into whatever shit Damon's dealing with right now.

Frank: Lately, he's been doin' some stuff that I don't like, but...I don't seem to have much leverage with him like I once had. Anyway, you and I have shit to discuss.

Frank: I've got a little job for you.

Chloe: Is this about the buck seventy-five?
Frank: What?
Chloe: The money...that I owe you...
Frank: Oh, yeah. Yeah, no, I—I don't give a shit about that. Wait. Do you have it?

Chloe: Give me, like, another week. I don't have enough right now.
Frank: I wonder if I'll ever get tired of your crap.

Frank: I mean, that cash you stole at the mill should cover it, no?
Chloe: You saw that?
Frank: I was ten feet away, dumbass. Well?

Chloe: Okay, okay. If you were waiting on 175 dollars, your business must be shit.
Chloe takes the money out of her pocket and hands it to Frank.
Frank: You're the least of my problems.

Chloe: You said you didn't give a shit.
Frank: I do now.
Chloe: Whatever, Frank. I need the money more than you do.
Frank: You're lucky you're the least of my problems.

Frank: You're lucky you're the least of my problems.

Chloe: Don't you have richer clients to bother?
Frank: I should fucking hope so.
Chloe: Well, good... 'Cause I need everything I've got.

Frank: Okay, then. Hand over the cash you stole at the mill and we'll call it square.
Chloe: You saw that?
Frank: I was ten feet away, dumbass. Well?

Chloe: Okay, okay. If you were waiting on 175 dollars, your business must be shit.
Chloe takes the money out of her pocket and hands it to Frank.
Frank: You're the least of my problems.

Chloe: You said you didn't give a shit.
Frank: I do now.
Chloe: Whatever, Frank. I need the money more than you do.
Frank: You're lucky you're the least of my problems.

Frank: You're a pain in the ass...but I've got bigger problems right now.

Chloe: I did have it, yesterday... But I snuck it into my mom's purse.
Frank: Good for you, Price. Taking care of your own. You can pay me some other time. I've got a little job for you.

Chloe: Yeah... I do...
Frank: 'Bout time.
Chloe: If you were waiting on 175 dollars, your business must be shit.
Chloe takes the money out of her pocket and hands it to Frank.
Frank: You're the least of my problems.

Frank: Open my notebook, last page.

Chloe takes the notebook.

Frank: Should be some entries for a kid named Drew. You know him?

Chloe opens the notebook and flips a few pages.

Chloe: Drew North? Yeah, he's—holy shit, that's a lot of money.

Frank: Drew runs oxy for Damon. Apparently, football players eat it like candy.

Chloe: That's smart...I guess. It pays well?

Frank: Go, Bigfoots. Problem is, Drew owes a grand and he's not answering my calls. You know what's going on with him?

Chloe: No, I never talk to him. Or his type.
Frank: No one's just a "type", Price.

Chloe: Uh, he's an unreliable douchebag?
Frank: Nah, this is the first time he's done this. Kid's actually smart.

Frank: Anyway, here's the job. I'm taking you to Blackwell. Go to Drew's room, find the money, and I'll meet you to pick it up. Can you handle that?

Chloe closes the notebook and tosses it onto the dashboard.

Chloe: Uh, I—I don't know... It...it doesn't feel right to go through his room.
Frank: Does it feel right that he stole a grand from me?
Chloe: From you? Or from Damon?
Frank: Same difference.
Chloe: Well, it's not my problem.

Chloe: Yeah, of course, but what's in it for me?

(Didn't pay Frank)

Frank: Idiot, you still owe me.
Chloe: So, if I do this, then we're good?
Frank: That, and I'll do even better.

Frank: I'll give you a ten percent cut of the money.

Chloe: Okay. Yeah, sure, I'll do it.

Frank: What's the matter?

Chloe: It might be a little tough. I'm not supposed to be at Blackwell.

Chloe: I...got expelled this morning.

Chloe: I...got suspended this morning.

Frank: Congratulations. Still easier for you to go on campus than for me. If you can't even do this, Price...

Chloe: (thinking) A hundred dollars closer to leaving Arcadia Bay... With a bit of cash, and the truck fixed, Rachel and I could really do it. We could leave for good...

Chloe: I'll do it.

Frank: Good deal.

Dormitories[]

Frank drives up to the dormitories and Chloe gets out of the RV.

Chloe: (thinking) Well, here goes nothing. Better hurry up and get into the dorms.

Optional Conversation with Steph

Chloe jumps onto the bench and sits next to Steph, taking the book out of her hands.

Chloe: Hey, Steph.

Steph: Whoa, hey, Callamastia.

Steph: Whoa, hey, Barb the Elf Barbarian.

Steph: Whoa, hey, Chloe.

(Wore Rorschach Skull outfit)

Steph: Your shirt looks like the tea leaves they use to tell people's fortunes.
Chloe: How's my future looking?
Steph: (sarcastically) Bright and sunny.

Chloe: Surprised to see me on parole?

Steph: I told you Wells was out to get you. That text was a rare courtesy, by the way. I don't normally get involved in other people's dumb decisions.

Chloe: Thanks for trying, but skipping yesterday was totally worth it.

Chloe: Trick's on you, because I am the ultimate lost cause.

Steph: Skipping with Rachel Amber does have an appeal.

Chloe: Well...yeah.

Steph: So what are you doing here?

Chloe: I'm just picking up...something from, uh, somebody. It's...for a friend.
Steph: Now I'm really curious.
Chloe: What are you doing? What's all this...stuff?
Steph: I'm prepping for The Tempest show tonight. I'm the stage manager.
Chloe: Oh, right. Uh, I think I knew that.

Chloe: Uh, I figured I'd see The Tempest.
Steph: For real? You?
Chloe: Yeah, I know. It's not really my thing. (laughing) Kinda hoping it's a shitshow.
Steph: What the hell? I'm the stage manager.
Chloe: Oh, I think I knew that. My bad.
Steph: You better mean it.

Steph: Honestly, the show's really good. It's worth seeing.

Chloe: I'm sure it is.

Steph: Obviously, Rachel's fantastic, but everyone else is pretty impressive, too.

Steph: I am worried about Victoria coming in now and trying to hog every scene. But the cast overall is fantastic.

Steph: You get to see a totally different side of everyone, especially the guys.

Chloe: Okay, I'm intrigued. Go on.
Steph: Like Hayden's so annoying, but when he puts on that crown? He's actually very princely. And Nathan as Caliban, there's so much depth there.
Chloe: (sarcastically) Right. Depth.

Chloe: Okay, now you just unconvinced me.
Steph: Why am I not surprised?

Chloe: Yeah, well...good luck with...all of that. Maybe I'll see you later.

Steph: Oh, hey, I wanted to ask you something.

Chloe: Shoot.

Steph: I've been planning to make a move on Rachel, but not if you two were together.

Chloe: Make a move?

Steph: So, are you?

Chloe: Uh...

Steph: I mean, that's Rachel's business—or maybe yours and Rachel's business—but if you feel comfortable telling me...

Chloe: I'm...uh, I—I don't know. It's...it's confusing.
Steph: Yeah, I—I can imagine. You ever wanna to me, Chloe, you know you can, right?

Chloe: You think we're...together?

Steph: It looks to me like you've got a thing for her, and maybe she has a thing for you...and I wouldn't want to get in the way.

Steph: You've been hanging out a lot, which I know might not mean anything, but I like to be extra careful about these things.

Chloe is forced to choose "I'm not sure" or "She's single".

Chloe: She's...single.
Steph: You sure?
Chloe: That's what I said.

Chloe: I'll see you later, Steph.

Steph: Have fun storming the castle.

Attempting to speak to Steph a second time:

Steph: I'll see you at The Tempest, right?

If Chloe looks in her notebook:

Steph: Why, yes, Chloe, of course you may look through that.

Evan's Comments

Evan: Come on...

Evan: (sighs)

Evan: Arghh...

Optional Conversation with Evan

Chloe approaches Evan and he holds out a hand to keep her from scaring away the bird he's attempting to photograph.

Evan: Shhh!

Evan turns to Chloe.

Evan: What are you doing here?

Evan: What are you doing here, Evanis Anne Assclown?
Chloe: You're not still upset about that, are you?

Evan: What are you doing here, Smokeweed D Bear?
Chloe: You're not still upset about that, are you?

Evan: Aren't you supposed to be at home, thinking over your endless list of questionable decisions?

Chloe: Dude, why do you care about my "questionable decisions"?

Evan: It offends me when intelligence is wasted.

Chloe: (thinking) Did Evan just call me intelligent? Damn straight. Wow. Evan looks...really ridiculous.

Chloe: Hey, uh, Evan? As intelligent as you look right now, you can still see that bird from where I'm standing.
Evan: I appreciate your concern, but I want to get this shot exactly right. And I've learned something about myself recently.

Evan: Chloe?
Chloe: Uh-huh?
Evan: I've learned something about myself recently. Something that I think you might understand.

Evan: I've learned that if I'm passionate about something, it's probably the right thing to care about.

Evan: Forest fires, for example. You were the only person who signed my petition. I mean, seriously signed it.
Chloe: That's...pretty sad. I'm a low bar. But did you really expect people to care?

Evan: Forest fires, for example. You should've taken my petition seriously.
Chloe: Like anyone else did. Did you really expect people to care?

Evan: Forest fires, for example. You should have signed my petition.
Chloe: Eh. It's not like anyone else did. Did you really expect people to care?

Evan: For example, I've been trying to get the students and administration interested in forest fire prevention.
Chloe: That is kind of an odd topic to focus on.

Evan: People are so eager to pass on responsibility to anyone else, so that they can live comfortable, unworried, and ultimately meaningless lives. You see what happened.

Chloe: (sarcastically) Looks like you were right. Go, Evan. You're a hero of the people!
Evan: I know you feel like I do. A—about different things, I'm sure. But you only give a shit about what you give a shit about. I like that.

Chloe: Evan, you're pretty stuck-up. Did you know that?
Evan: It's fine. The first sign of greatness is people disliking you.

Evan: A—anyway, you're not supposed to be here. You should leave.

Attempting to speak to Evan a second time:

Evan: You shouldn't be on campus, Chloe.

Optional Conversation with Samuel

Chloe: Hey, Samuel. Keeping busy?

Samuel: Always, Chloe Price. I didn't think you'd be returning to these hallowed halls so soon.

Chloe: (chuckles) Neither did I.

Samuel: I have a feeling it wasn't the books or bricks of Blackwell that led you back.

Chloe: Uh...what?

Samuel: You're here for someone. A special someone, yes?

Chloe: I'm, uh...looking for Drew North.
Samuel: Most look at Drew North and see only the athlete. But he is more than that.
Chloe: He is?
Samuel: A great heart he has, with much love and no room for fear.
Chloe: I've always thought he was kind of a bully.
Samuel: He may be that, too. No one is just one thing.

Chloe: What do you think of...Rachel Amber?
Samuel: Rachel Amber is a dragon made of diamonds.
Chloe: That's, uh...deep. Do you just make this shit up on the fly, or do you, like, write it down beforehand?
Samuel: Are you angry all the time because you like the way it feels, or is it merely a desperate defense against experiencing true intimacy with others?

Chloe: So...what about Eliot Hampden? Have you seen him recently?
Samuel: I only see what Eliot wants me to see.
Chloe: Oookay...
Samuel: Usually I can see both what people want me to see and what they want to keep hidden.

Chloe: And, uh, what do I want to keep hidden?
Samuel: That you are lonely and afraid.

Chloe: Fuck you, man.

Chloe says nothing.

Chloe: That's not true at all, man.

Chloe: What do I want people to see?
Samuel: Someone strong and fierce, who does what she wants and doesn't care what others think.
Chloe: I...don't care what others think.
Samuel: Of course you do.

Samuel: It's okay not to be okay, Chloe Price.

Chloe: I've gotta go, man. Uh, it's been...real.

Samuel: I often wonder what real is. Farewell, Chloe Price.

Samuel: Be kind to yourself, Chloe Price.

If Chloe talks to Samuel again and hasn't exhausted all dialogue options:

Samuel: The prodigal girl returns. What shall we talk about?

Chloe tries to enter the dorms, but she can't open the door. She kicks it in frustration.

Chloe: (thinking) Locked. Figures. Looks like my options are: become a master lock-picker, or swipe someone's keys.

Chloe looks at the keys near Samuel.

Chloe: (thinking) Bingo. If only those keys were unsupervised... What's Samuel working on, the sprinklers?

Chloe looks at the sprinklers.

Chloe: (thinking) If Samuel's working on the sprinklers, some damage here might get his attention. But Evan is right there...

Chloe scares the bird Evan is trying to photograph, but it flies the wrong way.

Evan: Hey!

Chloe: (thinking) Shit. I wanted you to go the other way. Like as far as possible the other way.

Chloe scares the bird again and it returns to where it was before. Evan shifts his position to continue photographing it.

Chloe: (thinking) Time for a fresh start.

Chloe scares the bird another time and Evan moves again.

Chloe: (thinking) Here we go.

Chloe scares the bird away a final time and it flies to the top of the Tobanga Totem.

Chloe: (thinking) Gotcha.

Evan: Oh! Perfect!

Evan walks up to the totem.

Chloe: You're welcome.

Chloe smashes the sprinkler a few times with her foot.

Chloe: (thinking) Awesome. Now I just have to wait for Samuel to turn on the—

The sprinkler turns on and starts spraying water.

Chloe: (thinking) That works.

Samuel notices the broken sprinkler and turns it off, then starts trying to fix it. Chloe takes the keys from the shed.

Chloe: (thinking) Sorry, Samuel. Alright, time to find Drew's room.

Chloe takes out the keys and stands in front of the dorms.

Chloe: (thinking) No time like the present.

Skip opens the door and Chloe runs down the steps.

Skip: Chloe?

Chloe: (nervous laugh) Hey, Skip. How's it going?

Skip: Not that it isn't great to see you and all...but what are you doing here?

Skip: Didn't you just get expelled?

Skip: Didn't you just get suspended?

Chloe: Relax. I'm just...visiting a friend.

Chloe: I'm on a secret drug-related mission, Skip...under the authority of the Arcadia Bay District Attorney's office.
Skip: Really?
Chloe: No. Dude, I—I'm just visiting a friend.

Skip: I—I can't...I really can't just let you go in.

Chloe: Come on, Skip! I break the rules, and you think it's awesome! Let me break this rule. For old time's sake.
Skip: I want to, Chloe, but I really can't.

Chloe: Look, it's cool. Samuel said it was okay.
Skip: Did Wells?
Chloe says nothing.
Skip: Ugh! Didn't think so.

Chloe: I'm going inside, dude. You're just gonna have to let this slide.
Skip: I don't think I can. In fact, I think I have to ask you to state your official business, or else vacate Blackwell property.
Chloe: (thinking) I hate to do this to Skip, but I've got to get inside. Maybe if I make him really uncomfortable he'll feel guilty and let me pass?
Chloe: What's my official business?

Chloe: Women's business, Skip. As in, my uterus? I need to use the restroom. Glad you asked?
Skip: What? No! No, it's my job to ask, Chloe.

Chloe: I'm going to the bathroom. Is that what you wanted to hear? Is that interesting to you?
Skip: What? No! No, it's my job to ask, Chloe.

Chloe: Like it really matters? I don't have to tell you anything.

Chloe: That's not cool, Skip. You realize that, right?

Chloe: If you keep violating students' personal rights, you're going to get fired.
Skip: It's not like that! Do you know what Wells would do to me if I didn't...you know...patrol?

Chloe: Your job is creepy, then. Which makes you kind of a creeper.
Skip: It's not like that! Do you know what Wells would do to me if I didn't...you know...patrol?

Chloe: Is Wells pressuring you to write more students up? I'm not even a student but, sure, don't let that stop you.
Skip: I thought we were friends. Where is this coming from?

Chloe: You know Wells doesn't really respect you, right? You're just a rent-a-cop who needs a haircut.
Skip: I thought we were friends. Where is this coming from?

Chloe: I'm so sick of being interrogated everywhere I go.

Chloe: I just...really need to get by, okay? Let me go.

Chloe: Friends don't violate each other's civil liberties, Skip. Good one.
Skip: Look, look, look, I'm really sorry, Chloe! I'm so confused right now.

Chloe: I thought we were friends, too. But when the man comes down on you, you come down on me, is that it?
Skip: Look, look, look, I'm really sorry, Chloe! I'm so confused right now.

Chloe: You're—you're sorry? You just looked at my tits. You did! You stared right at them!
Skip turns his gaze upwards.
Skip: Oh, shit!

Chloe: Just look the other way, Skip! It's not like I'm up to anything criminal, I just need to use the bathroom!

Chloe: I don't even know, man. Where are we, now?

Skip: I—I don't know what to do!
Chloe: (holding her stomach) Seriously, my uterus is on fire, dude.
Skip: Wh—what?!
Chloe: Is that...uh...descriptive enough?
Skip: I don't wanna know about—
Chloe: En fuego utero, Skip! En fuego utero!
Skip: I—I don't know what to say! I'm SO sorry!
Principal Wells: (on walkie-talkie) Matthews.
Skip: (answering walkie-talkie) I'm here.
Principal Wells: (on walkie-talkie) I've gotten reports of an unknown vehicle in the parking lot.
Skip: (sighs) Thank God. (to Wells) I'm on it. (to Chloe) I won't tell Wells! Do what you have to do, okay? I won't tell ANYONE!
Skip walks away.

Skip: Chloe, I just have this feeling like you're up to s... Wait! You talked me into letting you into the bathroom this morning, and then you tagged the entire friggin' place!
Chloe: What? No, I, uh... (stammers) Fuck it. I totally did that.
Skip: Wells raked me over the coals for that! Time to go.
Chloe: Or what? What are you gonna do, Skip? 'Cause unless you're prepared to drag me off this campus, I'm going inside.
Skip: Chloe! Enough. This is my job! Just go. You have never respected me! You and all your smug, little classmates. I am so tired of being shit on by highschoolers. You know what? I'm done! I'm done with this stupid rent-a-cop job. Just...just do whatever the fuck you want, Chloe.
Chloe: Whoa, Skip...
Principal Wells: (on walkie-talkie) Matthews. I've gotten reports of an unknown vehicle in the parking lot.
Skip: (to Wells) Oh, oh, that's funny. 'Cause I've—I've gotten reports about how your head is really far up your ass!
Principal Wells: What—what did you just say? Matthews?! Matthews!
Skip walks off.
Chloe: (thinking) Damn. Skip really lost it there...

Chloe unlocks the door with her keys, leaving them in the lock, and enters the boys' dormitories.

Boys' Domitories[]

Chloe: (thinking) Alright, which one is Drew's room?

Chloe enters Drew's room.

Chloe: (thinking) Good, Drew's not here. Okay, if I were Drew, where would I hide my money?

Chloe looks at the trunk at the foot of Drew's bed.

Chloe: (thinking) Is the money in there? Alright. Guess I have to crack a four-digit code.

Chloe attempts a code and fails.

Chloe: (thinking) Damn it. Wrong numbers.

If Chloe makes too many attempts, she kicks the trunk in frustration.

Chloe: (thinking) Might actually need some help with this one...

Chloe texts Steph, asking what the most important thing to Drew is, and Steph replies that it's Mikey. Chloe asks when Mikey's birthday is, and Steph tells her it's on 12/27.

Chloe: (thinking) 1227. (sighs) Worth a shot.

After inputting the correct code (1227), the trunk unlocks.

Chloe: Yes!

Chloe: (thinking) This is kind of fun.

Chloe opens the trunk. She pulls out a stuffed animal dog with a missing eye and open seams.

Chloe: (thinking) Aw. Did little Drew beat you up, too?

Chloe then pulls out an envelope full of money.

Chloe: (thinking) Jackpot. I'm kind of good at this.

Chloe puts the stuffed animal back in the trunk, closes it, and locks it again.

Chloe: (thinking) Okay, got the money. Time to bust out of here.

Chloe is about to open the door and leave when Mikey enters the room, surprised to see her.

Chloe: (nervous laughter) Hey...Elamon!

Chloe: (nervous laughter) Hey...Mikey!

Mikey: Chloe? What are you doing here?

Chloe: I was looking for your brother, but, uh, he's not here, so...
Mikey: Why?

Chloe: No reason. Just...roamin' the halls!

Mikey: Were you wanting to play more tabletop games?

Mikey: Girls aren't allowed in the boys' dorm.

Drew enters the room.

Drew: Bro, we gotta go!

Drew: Yesterday wasn't enough? You wanna go another round?

Drew: What are you doing here?

Drew: Doesn't matter. Mikey, get your stuff, let's move.

Damon: (from down the hall) Drew, relax. Slow down.

Chloe pokes her head out of the room, and Damon turns around and sees her. Drew grabs her arm and pulls her back inside the room.

Drew: Shit.

Damon: (from down the hall) You're making me think you're nervous about something.

Chloe: Who the hell is that?
Drew: No one.

Chloe: Drew, what's going on?
Drew: Don't worry about it.

Drew: Stay in here and don't say anything, little brother. Whatever you do, don't open the door.

Drew leaves the room.

Chloe: You know what's going on?

Drew: (outside the door) Damon, you shouldn't have come here. School's not the place for this.

Damon: (outside the door) Really? Where is the place to collect my fuckin' money?

Chloe: (thinking) Shit!

Drew: (outside the door) I told you, I don't have it. Sales are down, man. Nobody wants to get high right now. But, look, it's spring season, we just started two-a-days. Those are gonna kill us. I'll be able to sell all the oxy you've got—

Damon: (outside the door) Drew. You owe me a grand. Where is it?

Drew: (outside the door) I said I don't have it right now.

Damon: (outside the door) I heard about your dad's job, by the way. Tough times.

Drew: (outside the door) Yeah.

Damon: (outside the door) Bet a grand would mean a lot to him right now. Where's my money, Drew?

Drew: (outside the door) I don't know what you expect me to do. I can't just make money appear out of thin air—

Damon hits Drew.

Damon: (outside the door) I want my fucking money!

Drew: (outside the door) You don't have to hit me, man. I'm gonna—agh!

Damon: (outside the door) Where is it?

Damon knocks Drew to the ground.

Drew: (outside the door) Please. Just give me one week—agh!

Damon kicks Drew.

Damon: (outside the door) You're just going to lie there? I thought football players were supposed to be tough.

Mikey moves toward the door but Chloe puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him. Damon can be heard hitting Drew several times.

Damon: Sorry to have to do this, kid! No one steals from me! No one.

Chloe: (thinking) Fuck. Fuck!

Chloe opens the door.
Chloe: Stop! It's okay. I...I've got your money.
Damon: Ah, didn't realize we had an audience.
Mikey runs out of the room and goes over to Drew.
Damon: Hey, Mikey. Okay. Who the hell are you?
Chloe: Frank sent me. Uh, to collect.
Damon: That's what Frank was going on about?

(Attacked skeevy guys at the mill)

Damon: Wait, are you the bitch who tuned up Sheldon?
Chloe: That guy at the mill?

Chloe: He...he was an asshole! He kept harassing me. He needed to get the message.

Chloe: So what? He'll recover. Anyway, I'm here and I've got the money.

Damon: Frank was right about you.

Damon: Let's see the cash.

Chloe takes out the money and is about to hand it to Damon, but Mikey jumps up.

Mikey: We need that!

Damon slaps Mikey and he falls. He holds his arm, groaning in pain. Drew moves closer to help him. Damon takes the cash and counts it.

Damon: It's all here. (walks toward Mikey and Drew) Mikey, you need to help your big brother. Help him understand that I take this shit seriously.

Drew: Come on! Mikey's got nothing to do with this, man!

Damon: (threateningly) You help your brother understand that if he steals from me again, I'm coming back here and I'm going to break his knees. (turns to Chloe) Thanks, kid. Tell Frank I owe him one.

Damon walks away.

Drew: We needed that money. You just screwed us over.

Chloe: Are you crazy? That guy could've killed you!

Drew: You don't know anything about this situation. It's none of your business!

Chloe: Yes, it is. Mikey's my friend. I don't want him to get hurt.

Drew: You think you're some kinda hero? Stepping in for poor Nathan Prescott, and now you're messing with our lives?

Drew: Neither do I.

Chloe: I was only here because Frank offered to pay me to pick up the money you owed. I didn't know it was this serious...

Drew: You probably figured I was some asshole jock who deserved it anyway.

Drew: Next time I'd appreciate it if you just came and talked to me. The situation's complicated and I don't know what we're gonna do.

Chloe: I...I was trying to help. Damon wasn't going to stop until he had that money.

Drew: You think you're some kinda hero? Stepping in for poor Nathan Prescott, and now you're messing with our lives?

Drew: You didn't solve anything. You just put us back where we started.

Drew: Mikey, I gotta look at your arm. (to Chloe) Just leave us alone.

Chloe: Look...I'm sorry.
Drew: Sorry doesn't get our dad off the streets, does it?

Chloe says nothing.

Mikey: We'll...be okay.

Mikey lunges for the door, but Chloe holds him back.
Mikey: Let me go!
Chloe: No! Your brother said to stay inside.
Chloe and Mikey continue to stand fearfully in front of the door.
Chloe: It'll be okay, Mikey. It'll be okay.
Damon: (outside the door) Damn. You are one tough kid.
Drew: (outside the door) Fuck you.
Damon: (outside the door) Yeah? What about this?
Damon hurts Drew again and Drew groans in pain.
Damon: (outside the door) Good luck running on that knee, now. Bye-bye, football. Well, I'm done. (threateningly) Get my money, or maybe it'll be your little brother I talk to next. See you soon.
Chloe and Mikey open the door. Drew is sitting on the floor, holding his leg in pain, his face swollen and bleeding.
Mikey: Drew!
Drew: It's okay... I'm okay, little brother. Thank you, Chloe. Thank you.

Chloe: Uh...here. (pulls out the money) It sounds like you could use this.
Chloe hands the envelope to Drew.
Drew: You took this from my locker?
Chloe: Frank asked me to. I...I didn't know. I...I'm sorry, man.
Drew: My dad, he...he needs this money, way more than that asshole does. Thanks.

Chloe: I...I didn't do anything.
Drew: You kept my brother safe.

Mikey: Drew, you need to get to the hospital!

Drew: (to Chloe) Don't tell anyone about this, okay?

Chloe: Yeah, no. No way. What, um...what are you going to do?

Drew: About Damon? I don't know. (exhales) One day at a time.

Chloe: I hear you.

Campus - Backstage[]

It is sunset. The stage is set up on the Blackwell campus with either a stormy or sunny background, and rows of chairs and lights are in front of it. Chloe walks backstage.

Chloe: (thinking) This day has been so messed up. At least I can talk to Rachel now...if I can find her back here.

Chloe: (thinking) This day has been so messed up, and that's before having to watch Victoria butcher Rachel's role. At least I can be here for Rachel... if I can find her.

Optional Conversation with Mr. Keaton

Chloe: 'Sup, Mr. Keaton?

Mr. Keaton: Ah, the birds, the girl, the desire to be free. How romantic.

Mr. Keaton: Ah, the birds flee the girl as do her thoughts. Their presence replaced by madness.

Mr. Keaton: Why, if it isn't the muse of the Blackwell drama department.

Mr. Keaton: Tell me, young lady: do you still believe true love exists?

Chloe: Sure, I think so. But it's a lot weirder and scarier than poets and pop songs make it out to be.
Mr. Keaton: (laughs) You might be surprised, my dear.

Chloe: Not with all the cheating scumbags out there. But it's a nice fantasy to buy into.
Mr. Keaton: (laughs) Fantasies have more power than you know, cynical child.

Mr. Keaton: Tell me, young lady: do you still believe true love is a lie?

Chloe: For sure. The only person you can trust in this world is yourself. Everything else is just hormones and fairy tales.
Mr. Keaton: (laughs) A cynic's wisdom takes no prisoners.

Chloe: I don't know. I guess the whole point of love is to leave yourself open to...whatever happens.
Mr. Keaton: (laughs) Indeed. That is an art many of us attempt and precious few master.

Mr. Keaton: Budding dramaturge, may your propitious appearance counteract the tragedy of Stephanie Gingrich's sudden recusal. An emergency, she says!

Chloe: Uh... Word.

Mr. Keaton: Stephanie was our lion of the lightboard. But, platitudinal though it may be, the show must sojourn forth.

Chloe: (thinking) That dude is...weird.

Further attempts to speak to him:

Mr. Keaton: Best find your seat, my dear. Showtime approaches.

Optional Conversation with Hayden

Chloe: Hey, Hayden.

Hayden: Address me as Ferdinand, good lady.

Chloe: Uh, alright. Um, hey, Ferdinand.
Hayden: 'Sup, Chloe. I mean...'sup, fair maiden.

Chloe: Alright. Hey, Gofuckyourself.
Hayden: Super lame, Chloe. I mean...super lame, fair maiden.

Chloe: Great method acting.

Hayden: Really? Thanks.

Speak to Hayden a second time:

Hayden: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel...

Optional Conversation with Samantha

Chloe: Hey, Samantha.

Samantha: (holds finger to lips) Shh!

Conversation Between Nathan and Sean

Sean: Nathan, please...

Nathan: I can't do it, Dad. I'm sorry!

Sean: Keep your voice down! Now listen to me...

Nathan: You don't understand! They all hate me! They're just gonna laugh at me! And the football team will just bully me more!

Sean: Why do you suppose that is?

Nathan: I don't know—

Sean: Because you show weakness. Just like you're doing right now.

Nathan: Dad...

Sean: When will you learn that this isn't about you and your problems? It's about the Prescott name. My name. You will not embarrass me. Nathan!

Nathan: Yes...

Sean: Good. Now... Break a leg. I'll see you after the show.

Sean walks away and sees Chloe.

Chloe: Great pep talk, Mr. P. Everyone knows the best way to instill confidence in someone is by intimidating them.
Sean: I don't know who you are, but mind your own business.
Chloe: (laughs) I'd love to. Don't you have, like, a private bunker filled with gold coins where you could have these conversations?
Chloe steps to the side and Sean leaves, glaring at her.

Chloe steps out of the way and Sean leaves.

Samantha: Nathan...

Nathan walks past the two girls and into the boys' dressing room.

Nathan: FUCK!

Second Optional Conversation with Samantha

Chloe: Hey. Nathan's dad is some asshole, huh?

Samantha: I know! I wish he'd just go away and leave him alone!

Chloe: Nathan's dad sucks. But you should be careful what you wish for when it comes to parents.
Samantha: Oh, Chloe. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry.
Chloe: For what? You didn't kill my dad. Or did you...? (laughs awkwardly) That was a joke.
Samantha: I...know. Your dark sense of humor reminds me a lot of Nathan's. Actually, the two of you are really similar.

Chloe: Are you kidding? Who cares if he's an asshole, Nathan's dad is a bajillionare. I'd take that over poor and nice any day.
Samantha: Money isn't everything, Chloe.
Chloe: Yeah, that's what people with money keep telling me.
Samantha: But it's true. If you look past his money, I think you'd see that you and Nathan are actually a lot alike.

Chloe: Uh...what the hell does that mean?

Samantha: I'm serious. You're both artistic and surprisingly sensitive. You've been through a lot, and a lot of people unfairly judge you for it.

(Defended Nathan)

Samantha: I think you stood up for Nathan yesterday because you know what he's going through.

Samantha: Nathan's hurt and he needs help. But whenever I try to help him, it always seems to make things worse. If you were Nathan right now, what would you want me to do?

Chloe: When I'm super angry, I need to let it all out. The last thing I want is someone trying to calm me down.

Chloe: Case in point: how pissed he was when we tried to help him the other day.

Chloe: That's why I didn't get involved with him and Drew yesterday. Well, that and not really caring either way.

Chloe: If I were you, I'd give him space and wait for him to come to you.
Samantha: Huh. That actually makes sense. Thanks, Chloe.

Chloe: Okay, but you won't like it. I'd want you to go away and stop bothering me.
Samantha: Chloe...
Chloe: Nathan and I aren't lovable rebels in some terrible '80s movie. We're messed up. You shouldn't be trying to help him, because...you can't, and you'll just end up hurt.
Samantha: Do you really think that's true?
Chloe: Yeah. I do.
Samantha: That's...really sad.

Chloe: When I'm super pissed, the last thing I want is someone trying to calm me down. But maybe it's what I need.

Chloe: Nathan acted like he didn't want our help yesterday.

Chloe: But, trust me, he was glad we did.

Chloe: But he was probably glad we tried, even if it didn't work out great.

Chloe: Like yesterday. I'm sure he'd be glad someone gives a shit about him, even when the rest of us don't.

Samantha: Wow, thanks, Chloe. That's actually super helpful.

Optional Conversation with Dana

First attempt

Chloe: Hey, Dana.

Dana: Did Doug dig David's garden, or did David dig Doug's? (continues repeating sentence)

Chloe: Hell if I know.

Second attempt

Dana: Betty bought a bit of butter, but she found the butter bitter. (continues repeating sentence)

Chloe: Sucks for Betty.

Third attempt

Dana: Clueless, klutzy Chloe clumsily crowded careful creatives. (continues repeating sentence)

Chloe: Wait a second!

Dressing Room

Chloe: Rachel?

Chloe enters the changing tent.

Victoria is pouring tea and the vanity table. Chloe hides behind a divider and watches Victoria put something in the tea, then leaves the tent. Chloe emerges from her hiding place.
Chloe: (thinking) Whatever that was, it was shady as shit. I need to find whatever Victoria slipped into that drink.
Chloe dumps the contents of Victoria's purse on the table and notices a pill bottle.
Chloe: (thinking) Muscle relaxers?
Victoria: (outside the tent) Coming, Rachel?
Chloe puts everything back in Victoria's purse. Victoria and Rachel, dressed in her Prospera costume, enter the tent.
Victoria: Hurry now, before your tea gets—
Victoria is surprised to see Chloe.
Victoria: (crosses arms) What are you doing here? This area is for cast and crew only.

(Sabotaged Victoria's homework)

Victoria: Or are you only here to try and sabotage the play like you sabotaged my homework? Ugh. God, you're pathetic.

Chloe: I'm here to support Rachel.
Victoria: How nice.
Chloe: I want to make sure she's...relaxed...before the show.

Chloe: Oh, I'm not here for the play. I just enjoy hanging out in large tents with naked people.

Victoria: (scoffs) Whatever.
Victoria picks up a cup of tea.
Victoria: Rachel Amber, it was customary among the thespians of ancient Greece for the understudy to offer hot tea to the lead actress on opening night, as a way of showing appreciation for her tutelage. It is in that spirit that I offer you this beverage. May it help to reveal the essence of your talents for all to see.
Rachel: Wow. That, um... Thanks?

Chloe: Hold up. Did you hear that?
Victoria: Hear what? I didn't hear anything.
Rachel: Oh, I hear it now. It—it sounds like Mr. Keaton's calling for you.
Victoria: He is? He probably wants my thoughts on the set dressing. (puts down tea) Okay, don't go anywhere, I'll be right back.
Victoria leaves.
Rachel: What's going on?
Chloe: Bitch dosed your tea.
Chloe hands the bottle of muscle relaxers to Rachel.
Rachel: That is...the least surprising thing ever. What should we do?

Chloe takes the cups and switches their places.
Chloe: Problem solved.
Rachel: Damn. Chloe Price. What would I do without you?
Chloe: Have super relaxed muscles, I guess.
Victoria enters.
Victoria: Ugh, Mr. Keaton's busy with Nathan. I'm sure he'll call on my aesthetic sensibilities soon. In the meantime...let us drink.
Rachel and Victoria clink teacups and drink their tea.
Victoria: Make sure you drink it all. Your instrument will thank you.
Rachel: I am so grateful to have such a kind and caring friend as you, Victoria.
Victoria: Aww. Samesies!
Victoria and Rachel put their teacups down.

Chloe: (mockingly) Samesies, too!

Chloe: Victoria, don't take this personally, but drop dead.
Victoria: Ugh, you literally are the worst.

Victoria: Anyway, I'll see you out there. Break a leg!
Victoria leaves.
Rachel: So...that happened.
Chloe: Just when I thought this day couldn't get any batshit crazier.

Chloe: Let's ask Victoria what she thinks.
Rachel: The direct approach?
Chloe: Kinda my style.
Rachel: I do love your style.
Victoria enters.
Victoria: Ugh, Mr. Keaton's busy with Nathan. I'm sure he'll call on my aesthetic sensibilities soon. In the meantime...
Rachel: Victoria, Chloe says you tried to drug me. That true?
Victoria: What? Of course not! Dropout Chloe is clearly directing her misplaced anger at me. (to Chloe) I'm sorry your life is a mess. But it's not my fault, 'kay?
Rachel: Hm... Chloe, Victoria is my friend. She would never do anything to sabotage me.

Chloe: Then she should prove it. Drink the tea.
Victoria: What?
Rachel: I wouldn't dare insult Victoria's integrity like that. Then again, if that's what it will take to convince you Victoria is a good and caring person...fine.

Chloe: Then she should explain the muscle relaxers I found.
Rachel: Victoria, she does kinda have a point. What are you doing with these?
Victoria: What? I'm...it's..it's not... I get stress headaches and I need to relax sometimes.
Rachel: Oh, right. Great, so you didn't put any pills in the tea?
Victoria: No.
Rachel: Perfect! Then there's no reason not to drink it.

Rachel: Come on, Vic. Put "Dropout Chloe" in her place once and for all.
Victoria hesitantly takes a small sip of tea.
Victoria: (to Chloe) Ugh. Happy?
Chloe: So happy.
Victoria: Ugh, whatever! If you're done accusing me of things, I'll just be on my way! Bitches.
Victoria leaves.
Rachel: (laughs) Wow. Saved my ass again, Price.
Chloe: All in a day's work. And this has been a particularly batshit crazy day.

Chloe: Wait up, Rachel. Bitch dosed your tea.
Chloe tosses Rachel the bottle of muscle relaxers.
Victoria: Excuse me? How dare you!
Rachel: Victoria, could this possibly be true?
Victoria: Of course not! Dropout Chloe is clearly directing her misplaced anger at me. (to Chloe) I'm sorry your life is a mess. But it's not my fault, 'kay?
Rachel: Hm... Chloe, Victoria is my friend. She would never do anything to sabotage me.

Chloe: Then she should prove it. Drink the tea.
Victoria: What?
Rachel: I wouldn't dare insult Victoria's integrity like that. Then again, if that's what it will take to convince you Victoria is a good and caring person...fine.

Chloe: Then she should explain the muscle relaxers I found.
Rachel: Victoria, she does kinda have a point. What are you doing with these?
Victoria: What? I'm...it's..it's not... I get stress headaches and I need to relax sometimes.
Rachel: Oh, right. Great, so you didn't put any pills in the tea?
Victoria: No.
Rachel: Perfect! Then there's no reason not to drink it.

Rachel: Come on, Vic. Put "Dropout Chloe" in her place once and for all.
Victoria hesitantly takes a small sip of tea.
Victoria: (to Chloe) Ugh. Happy?
Chloe: So happy.
Victoria: Ugh, whatever! If you're done accusing me of things, I'll just be on my way! Bitches.
Victoria leaves.
Rachel: (laughs) Wow. Saved my ass again, Price.
Chloe: All in a day's work. And this has been a particularly batshit crazy day.

Victoria is sitting on the chair in front of the mirror, dressed in her Prospera costume.
Victoria: (to herself) Come on, V. You got this. You. Got. This. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I can't do this. I'm going to ruin the play!
Victoria swallows some pills from a bottle and has a sip of tea. She then looks in the mirror and turns around.
Victoria: What are you two doing here?
Chloe, confused, looks behind her and sees Rachel.
Victoria: Or did you forget? You let this loser dropout sabotage you.

(Sabotaged Victoria's homework)

Victoria: Just like she tried to sabotage me yesterday.

Victoria: But, really, I should be thanking you. Now, I have everything I wanted. And you've got a new friend. So I guess we're both doing great. Now, please leave so I can get ready for my performance.
Rachel: Even though I wish I was the one performing tonight, Victoria, I really am happy for you. I hope it's everything you want it to be. We both do. Right, Chloe?

Chloe: Yeah, I guess. I mean, even if you are super lame to me all the time, I hope you don't completely suck up there. And even if you do suck, who cares? I mean, let's be real, you're not Rachel. But that's okay, because you're Victoria Chase, you know? Even if you suck.
Victoria: Oh, my god! Thank you. (hugs Chloe) That is exactly what I needed to hear.
Chloe: Uh, okay. Cool.
Rachel: Tea? (hands cup to Victoria) For your instrument. We want you at your best tonight.
Victoria takes a few sips of tea, then sings a few notes to test her voice.
Victoria: Okay, V. Time to shine!
Victoria leaves.
Rachel: Price, that was epic! You distracted her just long enough for me to slip those pills into her tea.
Chloe: I did?

Chloe: (thinking) Rachel may be taking the high road, but not me. I know how much she wants to perform. All I need to do is convince Victoria that it's in her best interest to quit.
Chloe: I don't know... Have you really thought this through, Victoria? Performing tonight could be the equivalent of...social suicide.
Victoria: What are you talking about? You think I'm going to take advice from a loser like you?

Chloe: You've seriously lost your mind. Do you see any members of the Vortex Club in this play? Newsflash: theater isn't cool.
Victoria: People...love theater. It's cool.

Chloe: You know those voices in your head telling you how terrible you'll be tonight? You should listen to those voices, instead.
Victoria: Theater isn't something I'd expect trash like you to understand.

Chloe: Don't you know your Shakespeare? "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have gone on stage and made a complete ass of yourself in front of everybody ever."
Victoria: People...love theater. It's cool.

Chloe: You've got to quit while you're ahead. Or, not behind. Or, whatever! Just...quit.
Victoria: The dramatic arts are important, Chloe. They teach us about life.

Chloe: Highschool is war. Theater is that part of war where you get impaled by a spear and you shit your guts out and then all your friends abandon you.
Victoria The dramatic arts at Blackwell are venerated by... What am I saying? I don't have to justify myself to you.

Chloe: Theater is about standing in front of everyone so they can judge your every flaw. Every. Flaw.
Victoria The dramatic arts at Blackwell are venerated by... What am I saying? I don't have to justify myself to you.

Chloe: You know the phrase "drama queen"? It's not a good thing. It's the thing no one wants to take to the prom.
Victoria: Only the best of Blackwell get to perform, and I've earned this!

Chloe: Do whatever you want, but trust me: if you go on stage tonight, you'll be the only one out there not getting the joke.
Victoria: Only the best of Blackwell get to perform, and I've earned this!

Chloe: UNDERstudy is a funny word, don't you think? Kinda tells you exactly where on the social hierarchy you belong.
Victoria: The best of Blackwell are out there watching!

Chloe: It's Blackwell's best-kept secret, dear. No one takes this shit seriously except the people wearing all the funny costumes.

Chloe: Victoria, you just won that photography award. You're actually good at that! Why waste your time on this clown show instead?

Chloe: There's no winning this, V. Your best defense is tell Keaton you're sick and then you won't have to know what 200 people laughing at you sounds like.

Chloe: At least just improvise your lines some, y'know? Be original, if you even can.

Rachel: Chloe, you're being a little harsh, don't you think?
Victoria: No, she's right.
Rachel: She is?
Chloe: I am?
Victoria: What was I thinking? Look at this thing! (gestures to costume) I can't go out like this! I can't play this part! I don't know the lines, I don't understand the stupid play, I don't even like theater!
Rachel: You don't know the lines?
Victoria: Hello? I was cast as understudy to YOU. What were the chances I was actually going to be here?
Rachel: So...
Victoria: I quit! The show can go to hell for all I care! I'm not going down with it.
Victoria leaves.
Rachel: You outdid yourself, Price.
Chloe: (chuckles) I guess I did.

Victoria: I mean, you just try so hard, don't you, Chloe? It would be almost cute if it wasn't so lame. Maybe next time, think more about your audience. I mean, you're you. And I'm me. What could you possibly say to me that could mean...anything?
Rachel: Tea? (hands cup to Victoria) For your instrument. We want you at your best tonight.
Victoria takes a few sips of tea, then sings a few notes to test her voice.
Victoria: Okay, V. Time to shine!
Victoria leaves.
Rachel: Price, that was epic! You distracted her just long enough for me to slip those pills into her tea.
Chloe: I did?

Rachel: Oh, hey, that's mine! A shirt for a free spirit. I knew you were gonna pick that one.
Chloe: You can read me like a script, Rachel Amber.

Rachel: Oh, hey, that's mine! The tower is a tarot, you know. It symbolizes sudden change. I always pegged you for the dramatic type.
Chloe: I blame the company I keep.

Rachel: Oh, hey, that's mine! The gloomiest shirt of the bunch... How did I know you were gonna pick that one?
Chloe: I guess Prospera knows all.

Rachel: Okay, I better start getting into costume before—

Rachel: I better get ready.

Mr. Keaton: (from outside) Sweet tarnations, we're ruined! The show is ruined!

Rachel: That was quick.

Chloe and Rachel go outside, where the other actors are already gathered around Mr. Keaton.

Mr. Keaton: My dear, young artists, a misfortune most unkind has befallen us! Juliet...is waylaid. That infernal inferno is the culprit, closing down the roads and robbing us of our Ariel. Would that she could but manifest on her master's whim as a true spirit! Alas, devoid of an understudy, the situation is a dire one indeed. I'm afraid we may have to cancel. Truly we are a cursed lot. Even my prodigious imagination cannot conceive of a worse turn of fate.

Victoria collapses on the ground.
Dana: Ah!
Dana goes over to check on her.
Mr. Keaton: Touche...

(Victoria was to play Prospera)
(Victoria was to play Prospera)

Rachel: Mr. Keaton, perhaps I could fill in for Victoria?
Mr. Keaton: My dear, your visage is as a vessel sent by the heavens to offer passage to my stranded soul. But I'm afraid, without our Ariel, all is still lost.

Victoria: (slurring) Mr. Kreaton! I have revelations to reveal. Rachel Amber is on drugs! Look at her! Her face is so blurry! And pretty... Ugh, she's clearly been drugged. I mean, drugged herself. She loves drugs. Don't you?
Victoria collapses on the ground.
Dana: Ah!
Dana goes over to check on her.
Mr. Keaton: Touche, fates. Touche...

Victoria: That's it! I will not abide this lack of professionalism any longer. I quit!
Mr. Keaton: Victoria?
Victoria: In fact, I am protesting the entire Blackwell arts program. It's time our talents were appreciated, not squandered by subpar faculty. Good luck with your train wreck.
Victoria leaves.
Mr. Keaton: Touche, fates. Touche...
Rachel: Mr. Keaton, perhaps I could fill in for Victoria?
Mr. Keaton: My dear, your visage is as a vessel sent by the heavens to offer passage to my stranded soul. But I'm afraid, without our Ariel, all is still lost.

Rachel backs up to stand next to Chloe.

Chloe: What?

Chloe looks at Mr. Keaton and then Rachel, realizing what Rachel's suggesting.

Chloe: Oh, oh, no!

Rachel: Mr. Keaton—

Chloe: No!

Rachel: Chloe could step in for Juliet.

Chloe: No fucking chance!

Rachel: At least until the roads clear.

Mr. Keaton: The romantic...

Mr. Keaton: The cynic...

Rachel: She's the right fit for Juliet's costume.

Mr. Keaton: She is indeed. Tell me, my dear, have you ever acted before?

Chloe: Hell no.

Rachel: She's being modest. We play improv games all the time, and she's fantastic at it.

Mr. Keaton: My dear, what if I told you that the entire fate of the production rests upon your slender shoulders?

Chloe: I'd say you're super fucked.

Rachel: Chloe, please. For me.

Chloe takes a deep breath. In the next scene, she is looking at herself in the dressing room mirror, wearing Ariel's costume.

Chloe: Damn it...

Chloe: (thinking) I can't believe Rachel's talked me into this...

Chloe leaves the dressing room.

The Tempest[]

Rachel, dressed as Prospera, and Dana, dressed as Miranda, are performing on stage. Mr. Keaton and Chloe stand to the side, watching them.

Rachel: By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune hath mine enemies brought to this shore. Here, cease more questions. Thou art inclined to sleep.

Dana yawns and lies down.

Rachel: 'Tis a good dullness, and give it way. I know thou canst not choose. Come away, servant, come!

Chloe: (thinking) Ah, shit. I'm on.

Mr. Keaton: Oh, uh, that's you! (points to stage)

Rachel: I am ready now!

Mr. Keaton: Get up there!

Rachel: Approach, my Ariel. Come!

Chloe: Damn it...

Chloe: (thinking) No problem. I've got this. I just walk to Rachel and say my line.

Comments About Chloe Stalling

Rachel: My spirit, art thou shy today? Approach!

Mr. Keaton: What's she doing?

Mr. Keaton: Why isn't she saying her lines?

Mr. Keaton: Ariel! What are you waiting for? Talk to Prospera!

Mr. Keaton: Ariel! Is it...stage fright? You don't seem the type.

Mr. Keaton: Are you toying with us, Ariel? Can you be that deranged?!

Hayden: (offstage) Psst, Chloe! It's Hayden. You're doing great!

Hayden: (offstage) Chloe! Keep it up, you're doing awesome.

Hayden: (offstage) Yo, Chloe! Stall some more, I lost my hose.

Hayden: (offstage) Chloe, I found my hose! You can keep going with the show now.

Nathan: Holy shit. What is your problem?

Man in audience: Boo! Do something!

Chloe can optionally stand on the shipwreck and point.

Rachel: Nay! 'Tis not the proper time for sport.

Chloe stands next to Rachel.

Chloe: All hail, great mistress! I come to answer thy best pleasure.

Rachel: Most fearless, generous spirit! Hast thou performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?

Chloe: I, uh...wrought a storm...across the Seven Seas...raining and...raining.
Chloe: (thinking) Shit.
Rachel: The King's own ship I saw such rain assail, and by this detail knew it for thy work. Well done.

Chloe: Yea, I have pointed thy tempest. And...forsooth, it was the pointiest tempest I ever...pointed.
Rachel: The pointiest? Then I am well assured. The King's own ship lies pierc'd upon this storm. Well done.

Chloe: I boarded the King's ship; in every cabin, I flamed amazement. The fire and cracks of sulfurous roaring the most mighty Neptune seem'd to besiege and make his bold waves tremble.
Rachel: My brave spirit!

Rachel: Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil would not infect his reason?

Chloe: Not a soul. The King's son, Ferdinand, was the first man that leaped from his ship, and cried...

Chloe: Cried, "Hell is empty, and all the devils are here!"
Mr. Keaton: Yes!

Chloe: Cried, "Hell is full, so...therefore..now's the time to die..."?
Mr. Keaton: If only.

Chloe: Cried, "Hell is here, and all the devils are here...because Hell is here."
Mr. Keaton: (sighs) Close enough.

Rachel: But are they, Ariel, safe?

Chloe: (thinking) Alright. I guess this is when I'm supposed to walk somewhere...

Chloe can have a moment of calm on the crate.

Rachel: How now, capricious friend? Thou art not done! If thou art tired, thou must needs repose.

Comments from Audience

Audience: (laughter, whispering)

Woman: What's going on?

Man: What is she doing?

Woman: Shh!

Man: Is this...part of the show?

Man: Shh!

Man: Theater is so pretentious.

Woman: Shh!

Woman: How long is this play?

Man: Chloe, do something!

Man: Shhh!

Optional Conversation with Rachel

Rachel: (looks at prop behind her) Pray, use the vantage of that broken ship, to prove the safety of the King's good men.

Further attempts:

Rachel rolls her eyes and nods to the prop behind her.

Comments About Chloe Stalling

Rachel: I see thou art as fickle as the wind, which only fools will harness for their ends.

Mr. Keaton: Ariel, there's time yet to recover.

Mr. Keaton: Please! I beg you, just say your lines!

Mr. Keaton: To the shipwreck, you imbecile!

Man in audience: Boo!

Chloe steps onto the shipwreck to point.

Chloe: Not a hair perished, and, as thou bad'st me...I have dispersed them 'bout the isle...

Chloe: In... (jumps off shipwreck) troops!
Mr. Keaton: Bravo!

Chloe: In... (jumps off shipwreck) loops?
Mr. Keaton: By all the gods in heaven, when is Juliet getting here?

Chloe: In... (jumps off shipwreck) groups!
Mr. Keaton: What's Juliet's ETA?

Rachel: Ariel, thy charge exactly is performed. But, there's more work.

Chloe: Is there more toil? Let me remember thee what thou hast promised!
Rachel: How now?

Chloe: I don't think I can do this for much longer!
Rachel: (laughs) Poor, weary spirit! Be of cheer; thy labors I shall sweeten with a gift.

Rachel: What is't thou canst demand?

Chloe: Just send me away on my next errand! Please!
Rachel: Thine eagerness doth merit a reward. I press thee once again: what's thy demand?
Chloe is forced to try again.

Chloe: My liberty!

(Chloe got all her lines correct)

Mr. Keaton: Indeed!

Rachel: Thy liberty? Nay! This most of all I will not grant!
Chloe: (thinking) That's not her line...is it? What's going on?

Chloe: My, uh...equality?
Prospera: No creature may come near to equal Prospera. That lies beyond my power to bestow.
Chloe is forced to try again.

Chloe: But...thou assured my freedom...didn't thou?

Chloe says nothing.

Rachel: I never said how dearly I hold thee; my habit's been to keep my soul well-draped. Most loyal spirit, companion and friend... Is acting in my service not replete with excitement, amusement, and delight?

Chloe: Of course, mistress...most truly it is so.

Nathan: Mr. Keat, they're way off-script!

Mr. Keaton: Shh! It's...magical!

Rachel: Then, why, I pray you, wish you to be free?

Chloe: Excitement's...a mere...counterfeit of bliss. These storms and these adventures? I prefer...to know...thou still cared for my...plainest self.

Chloe: Excitement ages quickly...and I fear, if we set out in search of new...uh, fun, you'll tire of me, and...then I'll be alone.

Rachel stamps her staff on the ground.

Rachel: I have thee in my grasp; I will not bend. I will not see thee flying forth alone. The envy would be more than I could bear.

Chloe: Then there's no other choice! I'll run away!

Chloe: So come with me! Is that not in thy power?

Rachel: Spirit, take my hands, most faithful friend.

Rachel puts down her staff and kneels, holding Chloe's hand in hers.

Rachel: For but a little longer I beseech: continue in thy service to my schemes. And when they are complete, I swear to thee: we shall fly beyond this isle, the corners of the world our mere prologue. I'll seek to make thy happiness so great that e'en the name of liberty's forgot. What sayest thou to my most hopeful wish?

Woman in audience: Say yes!

Chloe: Yes.

Rachel: I am most pleased.

Rachel gets up.

Rachel: (stamps staff) Your duty, done for now. So go forth hence with haste! I've work to do.

Chloe leaves the stage and goes over to Mr. Keaton and Juliet, in her Ariel costume.

Juliet: You crushed it! Soooo good!
Juliet hugs Chloe.
Mr. Keaton: You're a born thespian, my dear. I'll be chasing you down next year. And the ending! Absolutely transformative! I am humbled!
Chloe: Thanks...

Juliet: Thanks, Chloe.
Mr. Keaton: Well done. An admirable effort. And the ending! Absolutely transformative. I am...humbled.
Chloe: No problem...

Juliet: (crosses arms) Well, that was...interesting.
Mr. Keaton: A stumbling start, perhaps, but then...absolutely transformative. I am humbled.

Chloe: (thinking) What the hell just happened? Was that real?

Dana: The strangeness of your story put heaviness in me.

Dana stands up.

Rachel: Shake it off. Come on, we'll visit Caliban, my slave.

Dana: 'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on!

Rachel: He does make our fire, fetch in our wood. What ho! Slave! Caliban! Come forth, I say!

Nathan enters the stage.
Nathan: As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd with raven's feather from unwholesome fen drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye and blister you all o'er!
Rachel: Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself! Filth as thou art, I have lodged thee in mine own cell, 'til thou didst seek to violate the honor of my child!
Nathan: O ho, O ho! Would't had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else this isle with Calibans.
Rachel: Fetch us in fuel, and be quick. So, slave; hence!

Mr. Keaton: (to Nathan) Come on! (gestures to stage)
Nathan enters the stage.
Nathan: Uh, as wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd...
Rachel: Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself! Filth as thou art, I have lodged thee in mine own cell, 'til thou didst seek to violate the honor of my child!
Man in audience: Prescott! Hey, freakshow!
Nathan: Shit.
Nathan bends over, sobbing.
Juliet: He's crying!
Woman in audience: (mockingly) Nathaaannn!
Rachel: Fetch us in fuel, and be quick. So, slave; hence!
Man in audience: (mockingly) Hey, Prescott! Prescoootttt!
The audience continues mocking and insulting Nathan.
Nathan: Fuck you...

Nathan leaves the stage. Juliet dances across the stage, playing a flute. Hayden enters the stage.

Hayden: Where should this music be? In the air or the earth?

(Nathan failed his lines)

Mr. Keaton: Oh, thank god.

Chloe: (thinking) This play is super intense...

Dana: (gasps) What is it? A spirit? It carries a brave form, but...'tis a spirit.

Rachel: No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses as we have.

The scene changes. Hayden and Rachel are facing each other in a fighting stance, and Hayden pulls out his sword.

Hayden: I will resist such entertainment!

Rachel: Put thy sword up, traitor!

The scene changes again. Hayden and Dana stand in front of each other.

Dana: Do you...love me?

Hayden: O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound. I, beyond all limit of what else in the world, do love, prize, honor you.

In the next scene, Rachel and Juliet are on stage.

Juliet: His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops from eaves of reeds.

Rachel: Go release them, Ariel. My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, and they shall be themselves.

Rachel stands alone on stage, addressing the audience.

Rachel: Now my charms are all o'erthrown, and what strength I have's mine own. Pray, release me from my bands, with the help of your good hands.

Rachel poses and the audience claps and cheers. The play is over, and the audience continues to applaud as the actors take their bows, then stand to the side of the stage as the others have their turn. First Juliet and Nathan, then Hayden and Dana, then Rachel. Mr. Keaton goes on stage as well, and Rachel and Chloe, who's still offstage, clap for him. Rachel looks over at Chloe and motions for her to join them, but Chloe shakes her head. Rachel runs over and pushes Chloe onto the stage.

Rachel: Wasn't that fun?

Chloe: You're so dead.

Rachel: Yeah? How dead?

Chloe: Hella dead.

Chloe takes a bow as everyone applauds her, and the audience cheers her name. All the actors and Mr. Keaton hold hands and take a final bow all together. The mysterious woman who kissed Rachel's father is standing at the back of the crowd, and she leaves.

Neighborhood[]

Chloe and Rachel are walking along the street back to Rachel's house.

Rachel: (laughs) Oh, my god, Keaton's face behind you when you walked on stage...!

Chloe: (laughs) Ugh, I was shitting myself!

Rachel: (laughs) He was shitting himself!

Chloe: That dude owes me.

Rachel: (imitating Mr. Keaton) "My dear, what if I told you that the entire fate of our production rests upon your slender shoulders?"

Chloe and Rachel laugh.

Rachel: I've never had an experience like that onstage!

Chloe: Yeah! Right? You were—

Rachel: No, you. Like, seriously... I love nights after a show!

Chloe: (laughs) Is it always like this?

Rachel: Oh, totally! It's such a high! No more nerves, just the adrenaline... So, first-timer, are you proud of yourself?

(Got all lines correct)

Rachel: You were literally perfect tonight. I was blown away.

Chloe: Yeah, I feel...really awesome. If you'd told me this morning I'd be this happy tonight?

Chloe: I'm happy, but...I'm still worried about Mikey and Drew and where I'm going tonight and all that...

Chloe: (chuckles) I think I'm just happy it's over. The last twelve hours have been...freaking intense.

Rachel: You've gone through so much shit today.

Chloe: Right now's pretty good.

Rachel looks expectantly at Chloe.

Chloe: Okay, the whole show was good. I admit it.

Rachel: Yeah. It was magical.

Rachel holds out her arm.

(Available if your romance score is at least 4.)
Chloe holds hands with Rachel.

Chloe interlocks her arm with Rachel's.
Chloe: So, what do you think, should I run away to be an actress?

Chloe interlocks her arm with Rachel's.
Chloe: Well...everything's been magical since we started hanging out.

Rachel: Let's leave. For real.

Rachel takes one of Chloe's hands and tugs her forward. Rachel then puts one hand on a streetlight and circles around it.

Chloe: For real, huh?

Rachel: You said you wanted to skip town and never look back. Like I said last night, let's do it!

Chloe: (chuckles) I know. I've been thinking about that all day! But that was—

Rachel: Don't say it was just a crazy thought. You mean it, I can tell. You want this.

Chloe: Yeah, but, like...eventually!

Rachel: Let's go NOW. Didn't we already agree onstage?

Chloe: We can't just—

Rachel: (scoffs) Why not?

Chloe: I know our parents have been shitty, but we can't just...leave them.
Rachel: That doesn't sound like Chloe Price.

Chloe: But...I'm the only one my mom has left. You're right, what am I saying? She's got David now.

Chloe: Wouldn't it hurt your mom? She doesn't deserve that...right?
Rachel: I don't deserve to live in the middle of my parents' mistakes.
Chloe: Right. Of course you don't.

Chloe: How far could we possibly get without a car?
Rachel: I thought you were fixing that truck in the junkyard.
Chloe: I was just seeing if I could.
Rachel: Well? Can you, or can't you?

Chloe: Uh, maybe? It's not like I do this all the time.
Rachel: You'll figure it out.
Chloe: But you don't even know what shape it's in!
Rachel: I don't need to, because I know you, and I know what you're capable of.

Chloe: Yeah. I can.

(Romance score 6 or higher)

Rachel: That's hot.

Rachel: In other words, we've got transportation covered.

Chloe: What about money?
Rachel: I thought you were a high-rolling criminal now.

Chloe: I collected the money Frank wanted, but then I gave it to that asshole, Damon. So I didn't get a cut like Frank promised.
Rachel: You did what you had to do to keep Drew safe.
Chloe: Still... that whole situation was so... messed up.
Rachel: We'll figure it out, Chloe.

Chloe: I collected the money Frank wanted, but then I gave it back to Drew instead.
Rachel: It sounded like he needs it more.
Chloe: No shit. But, man... I'm not looking forward to what Frank has to say when he finds out.
Rachel: We'll figure it out, Chloe.

Chloe: I've got the money I took from Drew's, but... Rachel, I feel terrible about what happened.
Rachel: Maybe we can give it back? Or pay that Damon guy off?
Chloe: Yeah, maybe.
Rachel: We'll figure it out, Chloe.

Only available if Chloe still has the money she stole from the T-Shirt vendor.

Chloe: I've got a little cash scrounged up, but it's not a lot.

Chloe: Nah, I didn't like being a criminal as much as I thought.
Rachel: You're more of a hero than I think you realize.
Chloe: I think you're high right now. I'm...uh, no hero.
Rachel: We'll see.

Rachel: Anyway, I've got more than enough to start us out. I always get birthday money from my dad. Or should I say...hush money? (sighs) Any more questions?

Chloe: Fine, then, drama queen. Where are we going?
Rachel: (chuckles) You tell me. What uniquely twisted location does Chloe Price plus Rachel Amber equal?
Chloe: Hmm...

Chloe: Why don't you show me LA?
Rachel: Perfect. Sixty degrees every night. You and me on the Santa Monica pier, gorging on food truck food, smoking up, looking at the moon shining on the waves.

(Romance score 6 or higher)

Rachel: And a beautiful blond man will sit next to us and smile at you.
Chloe: Yeah, oookay.
Rachel: He'll say, (in deep voice) "I like your eyes," and I'll say, "Back off, she's with me."
Chloe playfully shoves Rachel's shoulder.
Chloe: You're full of shit!
Rachel laughs.

Chloe: I'm feeling like an indefinitely long roadtrip.
Rachel: That sounds like the greatest idea anyone's ever thought of. You and me, driving down the coast, filling up our truck with hilarious souvenirs, and every night we'll find a different beach to walk along and watch the sun go down.

(Romance score 6 or higher)

Rachel: And one day, you'll be at a gas station fixing the brakes and some guy with no shirt on will come up.
Chloe: Yeah, oookay.
Rachel: He'll be like, (in deep voice) "That's sooo hot that you know about cars," and I'll say, "Back off, she's with me."
Chloe playfully shoves Rachel's shoulder.
Chloe: You're full of shit!
Rachel laughs.

Chloe: Hell, New York City.
Rachel: Obviously! 3 AM, you and me outside some cafe on St. Mark's, shoving pizza in our mouths and shouting Broadway songs with ten people we just met.

(Romance score 6 or higher)

Rachel: And this cute guy in horn-rimmed glasses will pass by and see you and slow down.
Chloe: Yeah, oookay.
Rachel: He'll be like, (in deep voice) "Wanna split a cab?" and I'll be like, "Back off, she's with me.
Chloe playfully shoves Rachel's shoulder.
Chloe: You're full of shit!
Rachel laughs.

Rachel spins in a circle.

Rachel: I love this time of night! (laughs) Don't you just feel like everything's possible?

Rachel laughs and spins again.

Chloe: Rachel... stop. If you don't mean this, it's just making me feel like shit that this life you're describing isn't going to happen.

Rachel: For fuck's sake! I've never been more serious in my life.

Rachel takes Chloe's hands and they spin around together, laughing.

Rachel: Chloe! What would it take to convince you?

(Option available if you said "Something more" in episode 1, or if your romance score is at least 5.)
Chloe: How about... um...

Rachel: Oh.
Rachel holds Chloe's hands and kisses her.
Rachel: Is that convincing enough?

Occurs if your romance score is 7 or higher (6 or higher if you selected "Something more").
Chloe: Ye—
Rachel puts her hands on Chloe's face and kisses her again. Chloe is surprised at first, but then places her arms on Rachel's back and they make out.
Chloe: Holy shit.
Rachel: Right?

Chloe: I could be more convinced.

Rachel: So, what's all this about telling Steph I'm single?
Chloe: Um...

Chloe: I didn't know how I felt. I'm still... this is pretty new.
Rachel: I understand.

Chloe: You are single... technically... right?
Rachel: Guess so.

Chloe: I was being careful, since... I don't know, it's your business, isn't it?
Rachel: I guess so.

Rachel: Just making sure you don't change your mind about getting out of here with me.

Rachel: I've gotta save something to bribe you with if you change your mind later.

Chloe: I won't change my mind.

Rachel: How about what?
Chloe: Um... A kiss?
Rachel: Really? I thought you weren't into that. At least it seemed that way.

(Said Rachel was single to Steph)

Rachel: Steph Gingrich told me you were pretty clear.

Chloe: I know...

Chloe: I guess I didn't know how I felt until now.

Chloe: I didn't want to push you, in case...

Rachel stays silent.
Chloe: Say something? Please?
After a long pause, Rachel holds Chloe's hands and kisses her.
Rachel: I could get used to this... direction. If you wanted.

Chloe: I... yeah. That sounds... great. Like, really great.

Chloe: This is nice. I just... don't know.
Rachel: You don't have to. I'm not going anywhere. I mean, metaphorically. I'm still getting out of here. With you.
Chloe: I guess I believe you a little more now.
Rachel: Only a little, huh?

Chloe: Give me something I can hold, something solid that'll remind me what you promised.
Rachel: Okay, like what?
Chloe: How about... your bracelet?
Rachel: This bracelet?
Rachel holds the wrist wearing her bracelet.
Chloe: Yeah.
Rachel: I haven't taken it off, ever. My dad says I wore it home from the hospital, if you can believe that. I don't know why, but it's always reminded me that the world is a lot bigger than Arcadia Bay.

Chloe: Sounds like the perfect gift, don't you think?
Rachel: You're asking for a lot, Chloe Price.
Chloe: I'll give it back when we actually leave...
Rachel lightly shoves Chloe's shoulder.
Rachel: You dork, I was joking. Of course I'm gonna give it to you.

Chloe: You better keep it. It sounds really important to you.
Rachel tries to untie the bracelet with her teeth.
Rachel: It is.
Rachel lightly shoves Chloe's shoulder.
Rachel: Which is why, of course, I'm going to give it to you.

Rachel tries to take off her bracelet.
Rachel: Ugh. Okay, I need your help untying this.
Chloe unties Rachel's bracelet and holds it in her hands. Rachel rolls her eyes, taking the bracelet from Chloe and tying it on her left wrist.
Chloe: I believe you a little more now.
Rachel: Only a little, huh?

Chloe: Give me a promise in ink.
Rachel: Like... a contract?
Chloe: Nope.
Chloe grabs Rachel's hand. She pulls out the marker she uses for graffiti and draws a star on Rachel's wrist.
Chloe: This is temporary. The deal is, you get it done for real. Then, I'll believe you.

(Didn't kiss Rachel twice)

Rachel: What if I said let's leave tonight?
Chloe: R—really?

Ash from the forest fire is falling down on the neighborhood. The girls look around and hold out their hands, and Chloe dusts off the ash from her hands and clothes.

Chloe: What is this stuff?
Rachel: I think...it's a sign. I think we should leave tonight.
Chloe: Really?
Rachel: If you want to, I'm ready.
Rachel brushes her hair behind her ear.

Chloe: What is this?
Rachel: It's obviously a sign! So? What do you say?
Chloe nods.

Rachel: Let's go sneak some clothes and stuff from my house.

(Wore an outfit from Rachel)

Chloe: For you or for me?
Rachel: I gotta say, my clothes look damn good on you.
Chloe: Cool, let's do it.

Rachel: And then, we'll get the hell out of Arcadia Bay.

Chloe brushes some of the ash off Rachel's hair.
Chloe: That sounds perfect.

Chloe: Fuck, yes.

Rachel grabs Chloe's hand and they run down the street. They later arrive at Rachel's house. Rachel runs up to the steps, but Chloe stops. Rachel gestures to Chloe and she runs up the steps as well.

Amber House[]

Chloe and Rachel sneak into the house. Rachel peeks around a corner to see her mother chopping food in the kitchen. Rachel turns to Chloe and puts a finger to her lips, and Chloe does the same but also makes finger guns at her, and Rachel shakes her head. The girls sneak across the house and are about to go upstairs, but James is going down the stairs, holding a newspaper.

James: Oh. You're home. Rose, Rachel's home! And she, um, brought her new friend.

Rose walks over and hugs Rachel.

Rose: Our star returns! You're just in time. Dinner's almost ready. Chloe, was it?

Chloe: It was, but that was before I was suspended.

Chloe: It was, but that was before I was expelled.

Chloe: Now it's "That-girl-who-used-to-go-here-what-was-her-name-again?" All one word.
Rose: Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring up any sore subjects.
Chloe: Who's sore?

Chloe: Nailed it. I must have been pretty memorable.
Rose: You were. I get the sense that you're used to making an impression.

James: Rachel, honey, you were resplendent tonight.

Rachel: Thanks.

Rose: Chloe, you must join us for dinner tonight.

Rachel: Uh, she must?

Chloe: I...must?

James: Of course.

Rose: I made chicken a la king. I'm sure you both acted up quite the appetite.

Chloe: Yeah, no thanks. I'm more of a Burger a la King kinda gal.
Rose: She's funny, this one.
Rachel: I'm aware.

Chloe: Thanks, but I was just gonna stop in for a sec and then bounce.
Rose: Oh, did you have other dinner plans?
Chloe: Dinner...plans? I always thought dinner was something that just sort of happens.

James: Chloe, I know we didn't exactly meet each other at our best this morning. But with you and Rachel becoming such fast friends, I insist you join us for dinner. Don't you agree, Rachel?

Rachel: Yes, of course. Chloe, would you join us for dinner, please?

Chloe: Uh, of course.

Rachel: Great. I just need to wash off, and then I'll be right down.

Rose: Don't be long. In the meantime, perhaps you can help me with the table, Chloe?

Chloe: Sure thing...Mrs. Amber.

Rose returns to the kitchen and James sits in an armchair to read his newspaper.

Rachel: Okay, I'm gonna go pack. After dinner we can make our break. You cool down here?

Chloe: Totally. Your parents love me.
Rachel: They're good at coming off that way, but don't let your guard down.

Chloe: Just hurry back. I don't know how long I can keep this up.
Rachel: Try doing it your whole life.

Rachel: And, Chloe, we just need to make it through dinner. Try not to say anything that...you know...

Chloe: That I would normally say?

Rachel: Exactly.

Rachel goes upstairs.

Chloe: (thinking) Just some quality time with the Ambers. What could possibly go wrong?

Optional Conversation with James

Chloe: Hiya, Mr. Amber.

James: Chloe! What can I do for you?

Chloe: Your daughter's pretty great.
James: Thank you. We're fond of her as well.
Chloe: You ever feel like she's so awesome at everything that you just wanna shake her? Yeah, uh, me neither.

Chloe: So, you're a district attorney, huh?
James: I'm YOUR district attorney.
Chloe: So I can call you if I'm ever district arrested?
James: What would you be arrested for?
Chloe: It was a joke. Not a good one, clearly.

Chloe: What do you think? I thought Rachel was perfectly cast.
James: She certainly was. We're very proud of her. I had no idea they were going to do that.
Chloe: Do what?
James: I don't know the name for it... Reverse casting? Casting a woman as a man?
Chloe: Oh. I just meant the wizard part.
James: Ahh... I suppose that's also true.

Chloe: Duty calls. Good chat, Mr. Amber.
James: Mm-hm.

Conversation with Rose

Chloe: Hey there, Mrs. Amber.

Rose: Chloe. I'm so glad you're joining us tonight.

(Wore Rorschach Skull outfit)

Rose: You borrowed that shirt from Rachel? We call it the Rorschach shirt. What do you see?

Chloe: Uh, I guess I see a bird?

Chloe: I, uh, definitely see a skull.

Rose: Interesting. Well, wash it before you bring it back.

Chloe: So, you putting me to work, or what?
Rose: Yes, if you could please take four plates from the cupboard and set them on the table.
Chloe: What if I can't?
Rose: Excuse me?
Chloe: You said if I could... Nevermind.
Rose: You're a riot, Chloe.

Chloe: So, Rachel was pretty awesome tonight.

Rose: Yes, she was. Though, to be fair, she's pretty awesome every night. I wish I were half as driven when I was her age.
Chloe: Me, too.

Rose: She sure was. And I imagine whatever trick the two of you pulled to get her back on stage was even more dramatic than the play.
Chloe: We can be very...persuasive together.
Rose: Persuasive. Yes. That's a word for it.

Rose: I get the sense that you're a force of nature yourself. I can see why the two of you get along so well.
Chloe: You can? 'Cause it still seems crazy to me.

Chloe: Integrity, honesty, loyalty.
Rose: What?
Chloe: It's on your lawn.
Rose: Oh, right. Sorry. I guess I'm still getting used to being an elected official's wife.

Chloe: Those are some strong words. You think he lives up to them?
Rose: He's fantastic at what he does. Of course, he's only human.
Chloe: Or subhuman...
Rose: What?
Chloe: What?
Rose: I thought you said something.
Chloe: Uh, nope.

Chloe: Uh...what's it like being married to the DA?
Rose: Much like being married to anyone else, I imagine.
Chloe: But with a lot more secrets, right?
Rose: Secrets?
Chloe: Like, attorney-client privilege and all that.
Rose: Well, as district attorney, he brings cases against criminals on behalf of the state. He doesn't defend them.
Chloe: Of course not.

Chloe: What'd you think of the play?
Rose: Rachel was typically amazing, but I never liked The Tempest. What did you think of it?

Chloe: To be honest, I only really read a couple pages. Theater's not really my thing. I guess I'm not so into saying words someone else came up with.
Rose: Fair point. Then again, I'm not sure you can judge the entire art form based on the dead white men your curriculum focuses on.
Chloe: Damn. Shots fired, Shakespeare.

Chloe: To be honest, I didn't really read it.
Rose: Yes, that was apparent in your performance.
Chloe: Ouch! Sick burn, Mrs. Amber.
Rose: I'm sorry, was that mean?
Chloe: No, I deserve it.

Chloe: (thinking) Alright, Chloe. You've set the table without ruining someone's marriage before. Piece of cake.

If Chloe talks to Rose again:

Rose: Yes, Chloe?

How am I doing?

Chloe: So, am I crushing it?
Rose: This dinner would be taking literally minutes longer without you.
Chloe: Crushing it.

Chloe opens the cupboard.

Chloe: (thinking) No skeletons. Lots of shiny dishes, though...

Chloe takes the plates and closes the cupboard.

Chloe: (thinking) It's off to the table with you.

Chloe sets all the plates down on the table. She speaks with Mrs. Amber again.

Rose: Yes, Chloe?

What next?

Chloe: Plates, check. Anything else?
Rose: Actually, could you be a dear and ask Mr. Amber what he'd like to drink with dinner.
Chloe: I will be a dear.

Chloe: (thinking) Talking to James. As long as I can avoid using the words "cheating" and "scumbag", I should be fine.

Chloe speaks to James.

James: Something else?

Drink?

Chloe: What's your vice, Mr. Amber?
James: I'm sorry?
Chloe: Your wife wants to know what kind of drink you're having.
James: Ah. Let's say...sherry.
Chloe: Okay. One...two...three...sherry!
James: Comical. Chloe, maybe you can help me understand something.
Chloe: I'll give it a shot.
James: Rose and I...we're worried about Rachel. Yesterday was so unlike her. What do you suppose is going on?

Chloe: Besides all my bad behavior rubbing off on her, you mean?
James: Hm. Another joke?
Chloe: You tell me. It seemed like you and Wells were happy to believe that this morning.
James: And you were all too eager to play into our expectations. In my experience, that's a tactic people use to cover for someone else. Rachel is her own person. She's responsible for her actions.

Chloe: Hard to say. Maybe she's rebelling against something, or someone.
James: What would Rachel have to rebel against? We've given her everything she could ask for.

James: Yet, I'm not sure I buy the narrative you laid out this morning in the principal's office. Rachel is not known for following along with anything she doesn't want to.

James: Yet, it seems you're right. Rachel's actions show that something in her has changed.

James: I'd be lying if I said I didn't have concerns about your friendship. But perhaps you're exactly who Rachel needs right now, as she navigates the choppy waters of adolescence.
Chloe: Uh, thanks?

Chloe speaks to Rose again.

Rose: Yes, Chloe?

Sherry.

Chloe: The boss man would like a sherry.
Rose: Thank you. The glasses are in the china cabinet. You can place one at his setting.
Chloe: How am I supposed to get to China? Kidding. It's the fancy-looking cabinet, right?
Rose: You got it.

Chloe opens the cabinet.

Chloe: (thinking) Glasses. Damn. The Ambers are fancy as shit.

Chloe is about to take the glasses, but doesn't know which one she should use.

Chloe: Uh...

Rose: It's the triangle-shaped one.

Chloe: Basic shapes. Now you're speaking my language.

Chloe takes the glass and closes the cupboard. She rubs the glass on herself before putting it next to the plate at the head of the table. She then speaks to Rose again.

Rose: Yes, Chloe?

More?

Chloe: What else? Feel like I'm getting good at this.
Rose: Only one last step. As our guest, you may do the honor of lighting the candles. The lighter is in the—
Chloe: It's cool. I've got my own.
Rose: Oh.
Chloe: You never know when you'll need to light a candle, right?
Rose: You are a paragon of preparedness.
Chloe: Thanks... I think.

Rose moves from the stove to the counter to work on the salad.

Chloe: (thinking) Time to light some candles and class this joint up a bit.

Chloe uses her lighter to light all three candles on the table.

Chloe: (thinking) The Amber family and fire. What could possibly go wrong?

Dinner

Everyone is sitting at the table eating dinner. James sits at the head of the table, with Rose on his right and Rachel and Chloe on the left.

Rose: So, Chloe, are you and Rachel in any of the same classes?

Chloe: Not since this morning.
Rose: Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry.
Chloe: Nah, that's cool. We're not.

Chloe: I wish. Rachel's all honors. I'm still trying to get into remedial...uh, what's it called? Vocabulary!

Rose: What about that fire?

Rachel is in the middle of taking a drink when she chokes and coughs.

Rachel: (clears her throat) Dinner's really good, Mom.

Rose: Thank you, Rachel. The way the fire spread so fast. I've never heard of anything like it.

Chloe and Rachel share a look.

Chloe: Yeah. It's scary.
Rose: After those floods upstate, I was overjoyed we had less rain this year. Who knew a spring drought could be even more dangerous?
Chloe: You never know where a deadly spark will come from.

Chloe: It's almost surreal. They say a fire like that could only come from a crime of passion.
James: Passion? What does that mean?
Chloe: I don't know. You tell me. 'Cause you're the DA, of course.

James: It's certainly troubling. The latest report from the commissioner's office suggests arson.

Rose: Arson? Why would anyone do that?

James: Any number of reasons. With everything going on in the world today, even a town like Arcadia Bay isn't immune to the ills of society.

Rose: I cannot imagine how difficult these last few years have been for you, Chloe. Now that you and Rachel have become friends, I want you to know that our home is always open to you.

Chloe: Cool. Thanks.

James: Well said, dear.

James places his hand on top of Rose's.

James: It's imperative, in such troubled times as these, that we remember what is most important to us. Family.

Rachel becomes visibly upset, looking downward and fidgeting her hands on the table.

James: Family's not merely a gift. It is a responsibility. As such, those we love must be cared for. And never, ever taken for granted.

Chloe: (clears throat) Uh, yeah, that's super true. And also remember, Rachel, that even when shit's, like, the lamest ever, you can always run away from whatever's bothering you. As long as you just keep calm.
Rose: An interesting philosophy, Chloe.
James: Yes, indeed. Not one that I would endorse, however. I favor confronting my problems head-on. But, to each their own, I suppose.
Rachel: (quietly) Oh, fucking blow me.
Rose: Rachel!

Chloe: Uh, that's just a little inside joke we have together. "No, you blow me, Rachel."
Rachel: Chloe, stop.

Chloe throws her fork to the floor.
Chloe: Uh, crap, I'm so clumsy. Rachel, can you come help me find another fork?
Rachel: Stop it, Chloe.

Chloe: (thinking) Enough of this asshole. Rachel may have to take it, but I don't. I'm going to turn his daughter and wife against him at his own dinner table.
Chloe: (clears throat) I'm not sure I agree, James.
James: Oh? I thought you of all people would be grateful for family, at least.

Chloe: Gratitude seems like such a nice luxury. I can't say I've had the privilege to afford it.
Rose: That is an excellent point, Chloe. We must always be sensitive to the ways our privileges shape our perspectives.
Rachel: Well said, Mom.
James: Still, there must be some room for personal responsibility. I'm sure you agree, Chloe.

Chloe: I refuse to answer, and I reject the entire premise of the assertion you just..asserted. You heard me.
Rose: Hmm. I'm not sure I quite understand your point, Chloe.
James: Even if you do not have gratitude, you must believe there is an imperative toward personal responsibility, is there not?

Chloe: If you ask me, gratitude is just one more way privileged people tell the unprivileged that they should be happy with what they have.
Rose: That is an excellent point, Chloe. We must always be sensitive to the ways our privileges shape our perspectives.
Rachel: Well said, Mom.
James: Still, there must be some room for personal responsibility. I'm sure you agree, Chloe.

Chloe: What is this, an interrogation? Am I on trial? Maybe I should turn this table around and start lobbing some brain-busters at you.
Rose: Now, Chloe, there's no need to turn heated during a friendly discussion.
James: Agreed. I'm sure we'd all love for you to enlighten us with some of your own perspectives.

Chloe: When my mom's boyfriend talks about responsibility, it's always code for him trying to control other people.
Rose: See? This is why it's so important to invite diverse voices to converse with one another. It's absolutely stimulating.
Rachel: Hmm, highly stimulating.
James: Since you have answers for everything, Chloe, perhaps you'd like to enlighten us with some of your hard-earned wisdom about the world.

Chloe: My dad was super responsible. He always drove under the speed limit. Then one day a truck came along and turned him into a super responsible pancake.
Rose: See? This is why it's so important to invite diverse voices to converse with one another. It's absolutely stimulating.
Rachel: Hmm, highly stimulating.
James: Since you have answers for everything, Chloe, perhaps you'd like to enlighten us with some of your hard-earned wisdom about the world.

Chloe: Sure. I believe that we should look closely at everyone, especially the people in power, to see what secrets they're hiding.
Rose: Very well articulated, Chloe. I am consistently impressed with how politically aware your generation is.
Rachel: Chloe is an excellent articulator.
James: Excuuuse me, dear, but if this is what passes for politically aware these days, we're in serious trouble.
Rose: James! That's unfair and also rude to Chloe.
James: (angrily) No, I don't believe it is. It seems clear that these points Chloe is making are merely veiled attacks on me.

Chloe: Sure. I believe there's always darkness in this world, and it usually comes from the people we thought we could trust.
Rose: Very well articulated, Chloe. I am consistently impressed with how politically aware your generation is.
Rachel: Chloe is an excellent articulator.
James: Excuuuse me, dear, but if this is what passes for politically aware these days, we're in serious trouble.
Rose: James! That's unfair and also rude to Chloe.
James: (angrily) No, I don't believe it is. It seems clear that these points Chloe is making are merely veiled attacks on me.

Chloe: Sure. I believe the entire world is a simulation to keep us complacent while machines harvest our energy like a giant battery. I call this simulation "Sleepy Battery Planet".
Rose: I'm...confused.
James: Yes. Chloe, I believe your point was a bit too veiled for me to understand.

Only available if Chloe looked at the computer's web browser history.
Chloe: Are you suggesting that I'm using some sort of "incognito mode" where I can keep my activities hidden? That's crazy.
James: (angrily) Excuse me?! How dare you talk to me like this?!
Rose: Talk to you like what? I don't understand.
Rachel: Yeah, Dad. What is Chloe talking about?
James: Nothing. It's her whole...attitude.

Chloe: I keep everything on the level. Unlike this one guy I know, whose name rhymes with Shmames Shmamber.
James: (angrily) Excuse me?! How dare you talk to me like this?!
Rose: Talk to you like what? I don't understand.
Rachel: Yeah, Dad. What is Chloe talking about?
James: Nothing. It's her whole...attitude.

Chloe: I'm sorry. I know it must be hard for you to relate to the working class. Maybe you should give me more chores to do so you can have a nice dinner without me?
Rose: Chloe, I don't think that's fair. We have shown you nothing but kindness since you've arrived.
James: I must agree. I don't understand the cause for this attitude.

Chloe: All I'm saying is, theoretically speaking, if you happened to be a lying sleazeball, you might not be as sneaky as you think.
James: (angrily) Excuse me?! How dare you talk to me like this?!
Rose: Talk to you like what? I don't understand.
Rachel: Yeah, Dad. What is Chloe talking about?
James: Nothing. It's her whole...attitude.

Chloe: You're sooo right, Mr. Amber. I forgot that women should always be quiet and respectful and let the men do all the talking. Perhaps we can talk later as we clear the table and wash the dishes?

Chloe: I'm done arguing. I'm going to protest your privileged, autocratic, fascist ideology with a hunger strike.
Chloe takes a bite of food.
Chloe: Starting...now!

Chloe: I bet these micro-aggressions are real useful for keeping people in line. Convicts, your wife (Rose gasps), your daughter...

Chloe: Don't worry, Mr. Amber. I can tell that my progressive attitude is not welcome in this house. I'll see myself out.
Rose: James, Chloe is right. You owe her an apology.
James: I owe her no such thing. I believe she is willfully acting belligerently, just as she did this morning! It is how people like her respond to adversity.
Rose: "People like her"? So we're profiling now? This is what eight months in the DA's office taught you?
James: I resent that! My office is committed to fair and equitable treatment.
Rose: Yes, I've read the press releases...
James: Excuse me?! Are you calling me a hypocrite?!
Rachel slams the table.
Rachel: Ha!
James: Rachel!

Rose: Well, Chloe, even if we don't fully agree with everything you say, we can always appreciate the passion of your convictions.
James: Absolutely. Just so long as we make sure to always treat each other with respect and compassion.
Rachel slams the table.
Rachel: Give me a fucking break.
Rose: Rachel!

Rachel: I can't sit here and listen to this bullshit anymore.

James: Rachel!

Rachel: Stop it, Dad! You're a hypocrite, okay? I know! You lying, cheating, piece of shit motherfucker.

James: Excuse me?!

Rachel: We saw you. Yesterday. At the overlook.

Rose: James?

Rachel: Kissing that woman!

Rose: James.

James: Rachel, honey, whatever you saw or think you saw... I know it's hard, but I need you to trust me.

Chloe: No offense, Mr. Amber, but I think we trust our eyes more than you.

Chloe: Think we saw?! Are you trying to gaslight us?! There's no thinking involved! We saw you locking lips with some other woman.

(Won Backtalk with Frank)

Chloe: Best part is, she and I use the same drug dealer!

James stands up.

James: That's enough! You are not welcome here or around my daughter any longer! I know exactly what kind of person you are from the moment I saw you, and I let my wife's compassion get the better of me!

Chloe: Oh, what kind of person is that?!

James: A delinquent. A broken girl from a broken home!

Rose stands up.

Rose: That's enough, James! I will not have you continue to speak to her like this.

Chloe stands up. Chloe, Rose, and James continue to argue, but it blends into a vague echo for Rachel, who is still sitting quietly, seething with rage. The flames from candles on the table seem to grow stronger. Rachel gets up and grabs the salad bowl, then throws it through the table, shattering it.

Rachel: (angrily, voice breaking) Why can't you just tell me the fucking truth?! Stop lying! Stop being a politician for one fucking minute! Can't you just...be my dad?

James: Rachel, that woman you saw...that wasn't my mistress. That was your mother.

Epilogue[]

Mikey is sitting in the waiting room. He looks sadly at Steph as she approaches. She sits down next to him and puts her arm around him.

Drew is sitting in the waiting room. He looks sadly at Steph as she approaches. She sits down next to him and he puts his head in his hands.

Frank is looking at his computer, and Pompidou is sleeping on the floor nearby. Damon enters the RV and tosses a book onto Frank's desk.

Frank crosses out Drew's name in the book.

Damon puts a bloody fingerprint next to Drew's name in the book.

Victoria looks at a Tempest poster before letting it fall to the ground. She walks away, stepping on top of it as she does.

Joyce enters Chloe's room, looking around sadly. David enters and gives her a hug.

Samantha sits alone on a seat in front of the Tempest stage. Nathan walks out from behind the stage, and Samantha stands up, clapping for him. He smiles and walks toward her.

The mysterious woman stands below a streetlight in Rachel's neighborhood, looking at the falling ash.

The forest fire continues burning in the distance.

END OF EPISODE 2: BRAVE NEW WORLD

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Principal Wells' Office[]

Don't screw up?

Is that rhetorical?

Say nothing.

(Trespassed on stage)

(Lost the Backtalk challenge with Principal Wells)

(Won or didn't attempt the Backtalk challenge with Principal Wells)

(Sabotaged Victoria's homework)

She cheated!

(Was nice to Joyce)

Fuck that!

(Was mean to Joyce)

(Was nice to Joyce)

(Was mean to Joyce)

(Didn't sabotage Victoria's homework)

(Helped Nathan)

(Won Backtalk challenge with Drew)

(Lost Bactalk challenge with Drew)

(Didn't help Nathan)

(Was mean to Joyce and lost the backtalk with Drew)

(Was nice to Joyce)

(Was nice to Joyce)

Reassure Mom.

(Was nice to Joyce)

Calm Wells.

Of course.

For what?

Bullshit.

Yeah, fine.

(Was mean to Joyce)

(Was nice to Joyce)

Goad her on.

(If Skip said "high risk" to Chloe)

(Won the Backtalk Challenge with Wells)

What? Are you insane?

The performance is tonight!

(Sabotaged Victoria's homework)

GO ALONG WITH RACHEL

(Joyce Doubts Wells > 2)

(Joyce already corrected Wells)

(Joyce didn't correct Wells)

(Joyce Doubts Wells ≤ 2)

Yeah, I guess.

Understand this.

TAKE THE BLAME

Accept reality.

You are unacceptable.

If it quacks.

I confess she can act.

She just wants attention.

You should confess.

You don't tell me what to do.

You do you.

We're not friends.

Sorry for making you look bad.

Shouldn't have dragged Rachel into it.

I regret bullying Nathan.

Why not leave with a bang?

I'm the worst.

Why not tell the truth?

(Passed Backtalk challenge)

(Failed Backtalk challenge)

Blackwell Academy Hallways[]

(Chloe was suspended)

(Chloe was expelled)

(Said she liked Skip's demo)

(Said Skip's demo was okay / Didn't listen to demo)

Blackwell Academy Parking Lot[]

(Chloe was expelled)

(Chloe was suspended)

Um, okay.

No thanks.

(Chloe was expelled)

(Chloe was suspended)

(Accepted Eliot's invitation)

Yeah, maybe.

Ditching the show.

Sorry, no.

(Chloe was suspended)