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This article is a Script for Episode 2, "Out of Time".

Girls' Dormitories Edit

Max's Room Edit

Max's alarm clock rings, and she presses snooze. She lies in bed listening to music.

Max gets up.

Max (thinking): Being a superhero is dirty work. I need a shower.

Max takes the shower supplies on top of the drawer next to her closet.

Max (thinking): Okay, Max, let's hit the showers now!

Max leaves her room.

Hallway Edit

Victoria stands in the doorway of her room talking to Courtney.

Victoria: Courtney, seriously, do not forget I need those papers before tonight. Like, now. Thanks, cherie.

Courtney: Yeah, of course, Victoria. I'll get the tests and papers to you this afternoon. I am so on it. Consider it done.

Courtney walks off and Victoria closes her door.

Alyssa is hit in the head with toilet paper thrown by a student in the bathroom.

Alyssa: Ow!

Max rewinds, then warns Alyssa.

Max: Alyssa, can you stand over there?

Alyssa: Uh, okay, Max. If that makes you happy... (TP is thrown but misses Alyssa) Wow, now that was close. Thank you, Max.

Optional Conversation with Alyssa

Showers Edit

Max enters the showers and talks to Kate.

Conversation with Kate

Max: Oh! Uh... Hey, Kate. Sorry about yesterday.

Kate: Yeah, I'm sorry you didn't do anything to help. But you're just like everybody else here...

Max: That's not true, I wanted to help, but, but--

Kate: Whatever, it's done...

Max: Hey, Kate. How are you doing?

Kate: I'm here. Thanks again for standing up for me yesterday. I needed that.

Max: Anytime. That guy has issues.

Kate: Doesn't everybody here?

Kate: By the way, Max, do you still have my copy of "The October Country"?

Max: Oh. Yes, of course. It's great so far. I didn't realize Bradbury was such a poet.

Kate: Can you please bring it back to my room this morning? I just need to take some notes for class.

Max: Absolutely. I'll bring it by later.

Max begins to take a shower.

Victoria and Taylor enter and approach Kate.

Victoria: What's up, Kate?

Kate: School.

Taylor: That's it?

Victoria: That video of you clubbing didn't look like homework...

Kate: Victoria, that wasn't me...

Taylor: Oh, my God. Right.

Victoria: Don't be shy. I think it's awesome you set a tongue record on video...

Taylor laughs.

Kate: You're going to be sorry someday.

Kate leaves.

Victoria: Oh, boohoo, I'm sorry you're a viral slut. I'm sure she had fun.

Taylor: Looks like it.

Victoria: I know Nathan hooked her up. And you know he has the good shit.

Taylor: Preach it, sista.

Victoria examines herself in the mirror.

Victoria: Yuck. I still have goddamn paint all over my face.

Victoria: "Max Selfie" thought she was a badass taking that picture. I shoulda beat her down.

Taylor: That was so uncool.

Victoria: She's jealous because Mark--Mr. Jefferson knows I'm going to win the "Everyday Heroes" contest. He thinks Max is a joke.

Victoria: Good thing my faithful minions took their sweet time bringing me a towel...

Taylor: We ran all the way--

Victoria: Give it a rest, Taylor. Now I know if I'm in an accident I won't rely on you or Courtney for help. You can hang out with Kate...or Max.

Taylor: She's a weirdo with that dumb camera.

Victoria: I hate that "I'm so quirky" crap. Anyway. Let's leave the link to Kate's video so everybody gets a chance to see her in action...

Taylor: You are such an evil beeatch. I love it!

Victoria pull out a tube of lipstick and writes the link to the video of Kate on the mirror.

Taylor laughs, then she and Victoria leave.

Max puts her PJs back on and steps out of the shower.

Max (thinking): I better get dressed, then go give back Kate's book.

Optional: Max washes her face at the sink.

Unknown female student (from inside the shower): Hello?! Water!

Max: Sorry, I forgot!

Optional: Erase the link written on the mirror.

Max (thinking): Even if I can stop one person from watching it, it's worth it.

Max leaves the bathroom and returns to her own room (if Max made fun of Victoria, her slate will say "LOOK AT ME: I AM MAX SELFIE!" and show a drawing with a photo of a turd. Max can erase this and draw a new picture on her slate).

Max's Room Edit

Max's room will be vandalized if she did either of the above.

Max (thinking): No fucking way! This is not why I came to Blackwell. And I still have to clean all this crap up? After I find Kate's book...

Reported Nathan: "NOBODY MESSES WITH ME BITCH" will be written in red letters over Max's selfie wall. There will also be a defaced photo of Max on her bed.

Made fun of Victoria: "CRAPPY ARTIST FILTHY WHORE" will be written on Max's mirror and the photo of Victoria covered in paint will be stolen.

In both instances some of Max's stuff will be scattered near her bed.

Max can clean up her room by:

  • Putting away the defaced photo of herself (only if she reported Nathan)
  • Tidying up the mess near her bed

Max (thinking): Ta da! I do love a clean room. Very zen. Except for that bullshit graffiti.

Max's room will be untouched.

Max gets dressed at her closet.

Max (thinking): Maybe I'll just put on a shirt and jeans. Hey, Einstein had the same exact suit for every day of the week. And he couldn't even rewind time.

Optional: Max searches for Kate's book in the clutter on her couch.

Max (thinking): No book here...

Optional: Max searches for Kate's book in the clutter at her desk.

Max (thinking): My desk is a pigsty, but...I know it ain't there.

Optional: Max searches for Kate's book in the clutter on the floor.

Max (thinking): And nothing here.

Max searches the clutter on the end table next to the couch. She lifts up a piece of paper and finds the book, but accidentally spills a cup of soda all over it.

Max (thinking): Of course you just spilled soda on Kate's book. Better fix this fast. Kate needs the book and I don't want to add to her list of problems.

Max rewinds, then moves the cup.

Max (thinking): Begone, foul soft drink!

Max takes the book.

Max (thinking): Aha, you sneaky book, you're mine! Now I can finally take this back to Kate before I'm late. As if I have to worry about being late anymore... I do have all the time in the world now.

Max leaves her room.

Kate's slate will have insults written on it. Max can erase them.

Max knocks on Kate's door.

Max: Kate? You in there?

Kate (from inside her room): Yes, I'm here. Come in, Max...

Kate's Room Edit

Max enters and explores Kate's room. She then talks to Kate.

Conversation with Kate

Max: Uh, hey, Kate, I brought your book...

Kate: Max, why didn't you do anything when David harassed me yesterday?

Max: I wanted proof David was in your face.

Kate: I thought he was different. I'm happy to see that somebody cares...

Max: I'm sorry. I was scared. I can be pretty gutless.

Kate: I don't expect you to get in trouble for me. I just feel like nobody cares...

Kate: Max, why did you step in between David and me yesterday?

Max: I hate bullies. David Madsen should know better.

Kate: I was hoping he would. But it's nice to see that you care about me...

Max: Kate, I actually do care. So, what's the story with you and David?

Kate: Well... He's a total paranoid ass! He thinks I'm part of the Vortex Club. Yeah, right.

Max: Did you party with them?

Kate: I went to a Vortex Club party against my better judgment. Not my scene at all.

Max: What about this video? And I swear I haven't watched it.

Kate: I can't even watch it, Max...

Max: Should I watch it? Just for...posterity?

Kate: Are you kidding?

Max: I won't either.

Kate: Thank you, Max.

Max: Why does he think that?

Kate: Because he saw the video.

Kate: Do you know how humiliating this is for me?

Max: I know this sucks, Kate, but...tell me about the video and maybe I can help.

Kate: Basically, I went to one Vortex Club party and ended up making out with a bunch of people...and I have no memory of it...

Max: So, why would you go?

Kate: Lapse of sanity? I just thought I could meet some new people.

Max: Doesn't sound like you. I can't see you partying with Victoria...

Kate: I didn't.

Max: That's awful. So, how did that happen?

Kate: It's a long story. I'm still trying to sort it all out...

Max: You have to tell me more than that. What happened at the party? Did you drink?

Kate: I swear to God I had one sip of red wine. And then I drank water.

Max: Are you sure it was just one sip?

Max: Not enough to get wasted, is it?

Kate: I don't get wasted. Ever.

Kate: I take a sip at church and I don't end up on a viral video, okay?

Max: Did somebody drug you?

Kate: I remember...I remember getting sick and dizzy...

Max: Go on...

Kate: Then Nathan Prescott said he would take me to the hospital...

Max: Did you go?

Kate: Definitely not. I'm not sure where I went...

Max: What do you remember about that?

Max: Nathan Prescott? Oh, shit!

Kate: He was being nice for a change when he offered to help me.

Max: He's the opposite of nice. What next?

Kate: All I recall is driving for a long time...then I woke up in a room...I thought it was a hospital because it was so white and bright...

Max: Go on, I'm listening.

Kate: Somebody was talking to me in a soft voice...I thought it was a doctor...until I heard Nathan and felt a sharp sting in my neck...and...and...

Max: And?

Max: Are you sure?

Kate: Of course--you think I'm making this crap up? Why?

Max: No, I'm just...being deductive. As usual. Then what happened?

Kate: That's all I remember! I don't know what happened... I woke up outside my dorm room the next day. I didn't have any marks or bruises, but I felt gross.

Max: So, who took the video of you at the party?

Kate: I have no idea. Probably Victoria. She was there being her mean self.

Max: Jesus, Kate, I'm sorry. This is serious shit.

Kate: How do I get a viral video taken down? I know it's already spreading--what if my church sees that? I need to know what to do...

Max: Kate, we'll figure it out. I'll check back later, okay?

Kate: Thanks, Max... You can put my book here, near my bag.

Max places the book next to Kate's bag.

Kate: So, Max, can I ask you a question? And please be honest.

Max: Absolutely, Kate. Anything.

Kate: I need to find out if Nathan Prescott helped me...or hurt me after that party. Should I go to the police?

Max: Yes, you should definitely go to the police, Kate. I totally believe every word you say. Nathan Prescott is truly dangerous.

Kate: Bless you, Max. I will go to the police...and also Principal Wells. With you as my back-up witness, they'll have to take us seriously now.

Max: Back-up witness? Well, I mean, I believe you and everything, but...we're still just spoiled punk students to the cops and faculty... I just think we need to be very careful here...

Kate: Why? Careful of what?

Max: Nothing...except the Prescotts are a powerful family. I hope this won't backfire on us, that's all. Even though that rich bastard has earned some serious bad karma. He'll get it...

Max (thinking): Time out, Max. You actually told Kate to go to the police and the Principal...after getting a scary text threat. Now the police will definitely drag you into this shit.

Max: If you do that, they won't believe you. You're on video grabbing at all those guys and they'll use that against you. Bad.

Kate: But I know I was drugged--

Max: That's what you have to prove. Not them. I'm just telling you how the cops and school will look at this. The video doesn't exactly back you up...

Kate: You make me feel so hopeless--

Max: No, no, Kate. I just don't want you to get hurt any more...

Kate: That seems impossible at this point. So that's your answer?

Max: I think we should wait. There are other things going on that might help you.

Kate: But not right now. So I can walk down the halls with people calling me a viral slut. Thanks, Max.

Max (thinking): Good job, Dr. Max. She didn't like what I had to say, but we need more proof of what happened.

Max leaves Kate's room.

Optional Conversation with Juliet

Max: Hello, Juliet.

Juliet: Hey, Max, did you check out Kate's hot video yet?

Max: Why should I?

Juliet: Because it's fucking hilarious. "Church Girl Gone Wild."

Max: That's so not cool.

Juliet: I didn't get wasted on camera and get busy with the Vortex Club.

Max: Kate's not like that and you know it.

Juliet: Really? Check her out and tell me what she's like.

Max: Do you believe everything you see? Like Zachary sexting Dana?

Juliet: Touche. Now I feel like an ass. Thanks for finding out the truth yesterday.

Max: What did you do about Victoria pulling that crap?

Juliet: Nothing...yet. My mind works in devious ways too.

Max: Are you sure? I thought you'd be pissed...

Juliet: Not at you. Part of me was almost disappointed, because I built up so much rage.

Max: What about Zachary? Did you let him off the hook?

Juliet: When he acts like a worm, I let him dangle.

Max: Glad to see you're back in action.

Juliet: You have a good heart, Max... And I won't watch Kate's video anymore. Or pass it on.

Max: That's the spirit! Thanks, Juliet.

Juliet: Sure, talk to you later.

Optional Conversation with Brooke

Max: Hey, Brooke.

Brooke: Oh, hi, Max.

Max: Did you see the freak snowfall yesterday?

Max: You look distracted. Everything cool?

Brooke: I was riveted by that weird snow flurry yesterday.

Max: I can't tell if you're being serious or not... Um, since I'm a science noob, I was wondering if you could explain it...

Brooke: I'm serious. Even meteorologists can't explain that snow. I bet Warren can. Did you talk to him yet?

Max: I will later.

Brooke: Lucky you. I'm sure he'll track you down, Max. I'll see you around.

Max: No, not at all. He's my friend, not my mother.

Brooke: True. And Warren really loves to talk meteorology with me, since I'm one of the few who can talk back. Talk to you later, Max.

Optional: Max enters Dana's room.

Dana's Room Edit

Optional Conversation with Dana

Max: What's happening, Dana? Everything cool between you and Juliet?

Dana: Oh, yeah. Thanks again for releasing me from her captivity.

Max: Hi, Dana, how are you?

Dana: Much better than yesterday. I'm glad we talked.

Max: Me too. I know it's good to just talk about...this stuff.

Dana: You're almost psychic. I felt like you knew everything anyway...

Dana: By the way, the best and biggest news of the day is that Trevor asked me to the Halloween shindig.

Max: That's awesome, Dana.

Dana: At least we're showing our faces together in public... So you absolutely should go with us. Borrow one of my outfits and come as a cute geek couple with your bitch Warren...

Max: Err, I'm not big on cosplay.

Dana: Don't let life pass you by, Max. So, are you coming to the party or not?

Max: Why the fuck not? If I hate it, I can always go back...to my room.

Dana: That's the spirit, Max! After this, you'll be ready for a rave...

Max: It does sound like fun. Now I have to go contemplate my party future...

Max: No, sorry. It's just...not my thing.

Dana: You came to Blackwell to discover yourself, not hide in your dorm.

Max: I won't discover myself avoiding projectile vomit from bro-dudes. Thanks anyway.

Max leaves Dana's room.

Max leaves the Girls' Dormitories.

Dormitories Edit

Optional Conversation with Samuel

Max: Hey, Samuel, you're up early.

Samuel: Oh--hello, young Max. I do love the early morning. Everything is so calm and quiet...and I can feel the animals waking up with me.

Max: That's one thing I truly love about Arcadia Bay, it's all those cool animals in the forest.

Samuel: The squirrels always come in the morning...for food. I can hear them whisper... What animals do you see in the forest?

Max: Don't laugh, but...I saw a doe that seemed to be looking right at me...like it was trying to communicate...

Samuel: Oh, that's your spirit animal! Nothing weird there, except you saw yours. Could be a sign about your destiny... What do I know? My spirit animal is a squirrel.

Max: Sorry to pry, Samuel, but...why are there photos of Rachel Amber in your shed? I'm curious about her...

Samuel: "Sorry to pry," she says while prying. Now everybody wants to know about her.

Max: I know people who cared for her. People who are looking for her.

Samuel: If she can be found. Like you, that's the nature of mystery.

Max: It's no mystery that you have her pictures...

Max: So did you know her?

Samuel: Like I told the police, she was a good egg. And she gave me those photos.

Max: Oh. You talked to the police. Rachel wanted to be a model.

Samuel: Yeah. She gave out headshots like squirrels chasing food. Keep on prying, Max. Sounds like you have a lot of time on your hands...

Max: So, what did you think about that freak snow shower yesterday?

Samuel: Another message from the Earth to get our shit together. I will say that Samuel hasn't seen anything like that before...

Max: I so don't want to get in the way of your morning ritual. See you later.

Samuel: Of course you will.

Optional Conversation with Taylor

Max: Hi, Taylor...

Taylor: Why would you even talk to me after the shit you pulled yesterday with Victoria?

Taylor: "Hi, Taylor." Just because you were nice to Victoria doesn't mean I have to be nice to you.

Max: I don't want to fight with you or Victoria. Instead of smacktalk...let's just talk. For once.

Taylor: You're funny. Well, I'm not doing anything at the moment...so talk.

Max: Kate is really upset about the video... All this gossip is cruel.

Taylor: Boohoo. That's what happens when you preach to everybody about sex. She'll live.

Max: Why do you hang out with Victoria? She's pretty mean to you and Courtney.

Taylor: And she's bossy, too! Look, you don't know her. I do. And she's one of the best friends you could have.

Max: I guess I've had mean, bossy best friends too. Better than having mean, bossy parents...

Taylor: I would love it if my mom was mean or bossy instead of sick...but whatever. We've had our talk.

Max: I've heard that your mother was sick. I'm so sorry. What--what happened to her?

Taylor: Well, if you do care... My mom had back surgery. Victoria was there for me. Like you are for Kate. I'm not about tearing people down, Max.

Max: I know. That's why I wanted to talk.

Taylor: I'm...glad we did.

Conversation with Warren

Warren: What up, Max? How are you?

Max: Warren, what are you doing here?

Warren: Oh, nothing--waiting. For a call? I mean, I already took the call... Anyway, I wanted to rap about that action yesterday.

Max: By the way, thank you for stepping in. You were pretty badass, Warren. I owe you.

Max: That was intense. Everything happened so fast. I owe you.

Warren: Oh, yes, you do. I got knocked on my ass by that dick. I'm some personal superhero.

Max: You're a real "Everyday Hero." You stood up to a bully and it was awesome.

Warren: Even though you left me with said bully and ran off with that girl... She's pretty punk rock, how do you know her?

Max: An old friend. Chloe Price? We haven't seen each other in a while.

Max: Just a pirate I used to know.

Warren: I bet you were glad to see her blast up in that truck like a rock star. Which begs the question--why is Nathan Prescott getting psycho on you?

Max: I busted him in the bathroom yesterday with a gun. I'll give you the story later.

Max: Principal Wells is taking care of it now, I hope.

Max: He's dangerous. I don't want you to get involved. You got me there, but lay low, Nathan Prescott will get his karma soon.

Warren: Weird fucking week. Like that bizarro snowfall yesterday. Speaking of dystopia, that drive-in is having a 70's "Planet of the Apes" marathon. Let's "Go Ape"!

Max: Yes, that's exactly what I need. I love those old-school ape films.

Warren: Well, that was easier than I thought. Cool. I'll text you the info.

Max: No, I don't think I can concentrate on going out to the movies. I just feel like escaping.

Warren: Fine. Be a damned dirty human. I'll "Go Ape" myself.

Max leaves the Dormitories. She walks across the Main Campus and notices David Madsen and Nathan Prescott arguing.

Max (thinking): David talking to Nathan cannot be a good thing. This has something to do with Kate...or Rachel...

Max takes a seat on the school bus and begins to listen to music with her earphones. She stares out the window as the streets of Arcadia Bay fly past.

The bus stops in front of the Two Whales Diner and Max gets off.

Two Whales Diner Edit

Max (thinking): Talk about going back in time...the diner looks exactly the same.

Woman and Old Guy's Conversation

Old Guy: Yep. I'm ready to cash my lottery ticket.

Woman: Glad somebody is...

Old Guy: Don't try to take it from me. It's mine.

Woman: I wouldn't dream of it.

Old Guy: I'm going to be a millionaire. Hope nobody steals my lottery ticket. Can't wait to be rich. Yep.

Optional Conversation with Woman

Max: Hi, you look...lost.

Woman: Close. Do you know if the bus has come yet? The online schedule isn't working.

Max: I just got off the school bus, but I'm sure the regular bus is coming too.

Woman: Oh, that's a relief. I can't be late for this job interview. I can't believe I have to take a bus all the way to Newport just to find a second job.

Max: I don't know... It runs pretty regularly.

Woman: I cannot miss this job interview. But I've got to take the bus out of Arcadia Bay to Newport just to find work.

Max: Are things that bad here?

Woman: Where are things good? I can't even afford to live here.

Max: Well, good luck!

Woman: Thanks, I sure need it!

Optional Conversation with Old Guy

Old Guy: No time for chitchat. I'm a millionaire, yep. Got my lottery ticket right here. Waiting for the bus so I can cash it in.

If Max attempts to go around the back of the RV, the dog will bark.

Dog's Owner: Stop that. Stop! No barkie.

Max steps back.

Max (thinking): There was something creepy about that guy and his dog...

Optional Conversation with Fisherman

Max: Good morning. Looks like you're ready to catch some serious fish.

Fisherman: I wish, young gal. Arcadia Bay just isn't the same fishing town I grew up in.

Max: Has the town changed much?

Fisherman: By Neptune's beard, it has! Seems like a lifetime ago when I was king of the harbor.

Max: You did pretty good to have lasted this long...

Fisherman: Oh, the fish used to jump onto my boat... Until the Prescotts and their finance fiends snapped up harbor rights...

Max: You have your own boat?

Fisherman: I call her the "Bali Hai." I've kept ahold of her in these lean days...might be all the time we got left...

Max: I thought one of Arcadia Bay's main exports was fish...

Fisherman: Oh, the fish used to jump onto my boat... Until the Prescotts and their finance fiends snapped up harbor rights...

Max: The Prescotts have a lot of power.

Fisherman: They might rename the town Prescott Bay, if that tells you much.

Max: Do you know them?

Fisherman: Too good for my working kind. I know them through their bad deeds...

Max: They own my school.

Fisherman: Crooks gain respect when they put their names on schools and libraries...

Fisherman: Let's not get downcast. I hear the fish calling for Bali Hai... Never forget that old fishermen never die, we just smell that way!

Max: I'd love to learn more, but I have to get going. Happy fishing out there!

Optional Conversation with Man

Max: Excuse me--sir?

Man: Can you believe this town? The world is on fire and our big headline is "Snow!" I can hardly wait for next week's big story--"Clouds!"

Max: The snow was pretty odd... It was right in the middle of a warm, sunny day.

Man: Oh, global warming bullshit. It's the Northwest, snow happens.

Max: How long have you lived here?

Man: Long enough to know that Arcadia Bay will be a ghost town in a few years.

Max: I keep reading how Arcadia Bay is booming.

Man: The paper can only talk about that or about missing girls.

Max: You mean--Rachel Amber?

Man: I guess. I bet she ran away because she was bored. Who wouldn't be here?

Optional Conversation with Homeless Woman

Max: Hello.

Homeless Woman: Aw, look at you. A fine example of youth. I bet you're a senior student.

Max: Yes, I go to Blackwell Academy.

Homeless Woman: I could tell you're a wise young woman. I know all about Blackwell and this town...

Max: You must know Joyce Price from the Two Whales Diner...

Homeless Woman: She's fed me more than my own family. Has a daughter your age who's always in trouble. Married to a real prick.

Max: His name is David Madsen...

Homeless Woman: He told me to "get a job" once. Asshole. Not sure what Joyce sees in him, but he better treat her right.

Max: Have you met Joyce's daughter?

Homeless Woman: Cute girl. Pissed off. I used to see her and her pretty friend, er...Rachel, around a lot.

Max: Do you know anything about Rachel Amber, that missing girl?

Homeless Woman: I know she's missing. And I know she hung out here a bit. Sometimes I'd see her walking, all by herself, deep in thought. Too damn young and pretty to look so worried...

Max: Did you talk to her?

Homeless Woman: Once or twice, she'd talk to me...about trouble in school, wanting to be some model in California...she was always distant. But nice. I pray the poor thing is alright...but you can't save everybody.

Max: How long have you lived in Arcadia Bay?

Homeless Woman: A thousand years. I've gone through the same changes as the town...

Max: What changes to the town?

Homeless Woman: Ones it takes a lifetime to see. There's a lot of beauty here, but a lot of darkness too. Greedy bastards that ruined this town, put people out of work...out of home. Like me.

Max: What happened to you?

Homeless Woman: What didn't happen to me? Sometimes you start out in life turned around the wrong way... I married dumb, made mistakes, got cheated out of my savings, lost my home, and now I hang out here...

Max: I'm sorry... Have you ever lived outside of here?

Homeless Woman: Where the hell would I go? I hate the sun and love the mist. I might be homeless, but Arcadia Bay is still my home.

Max: I bet you have dirt on the Prescott family.

Homeless Woman: That whole family is dirty. They once done good things for Arcadia Bay...those days are dead. Like anything in their way...

Max: I know somebody who's being threatened by a Prescott...

Homeless Woman: Then you be their guardian angel, because nothing gets in the way of that family, especially not the law. Hell, they own your school, Blackwell. Almost.

Max: I have to go now. Goodbye.

Max enters the diner.

Max (thinking): Man, that smell of breakfast and the sound of clanging silverware...makes me feel thirteen again...

Optional: Max can watch the TV.

News Reporter: Coming up at noon, KBAY 7 News will explore the mystery of yesterday's unusual snowfall on a warm and sunny late afternoon that confused and delighted Arcadia Bay residents. We'll be talking with Portland meteorologists in the area and look at some of your fun video reactions to the odd snow flurry. Who knows, maybe Mother Nature was pranking us all? So, stay tuned to KBAY 7 News for the real story...

Optional Conversation with Weird Lady

Weird Lady: Hello, there, to you. Such a beautiful day, eh? Oh, yeah, it's going to be a super day. Enjoy your breakfast, eh?

Optional Conversation with Fisherman

Max: Did you catch any big ones today?

Fisherman: If by "big" you mean "none," then, sure, I caught a lotta big ones today. Now let me mourn over my eggs.

Optional Conversation with Dude

Dude: What do you want? I feel like shit. Too much beer. So spare me, please. Just let me suffer quietly.

Optional Conversation with Cop

Max: Hello, sir.

Cop: Hi, young lady, you look a little lost.

Max: Just hungry and thinking about what to eat.

Cop: Now, that is a real problem at the Two Whales. I can never decide--Joyce's pumpkin pie or grilled mac 'n' cheese?

Max: No, I've been here many times. It's like a fourth home.

Cop: Wish I could make the Two Whales my first home. Joyce making rocket coffee and juicy burgers anytime...mm! You look about Chloe's age.

Max: How well do you know Joyce?

Cop: I know her delicious grub. Everybody at the station comes here. We take care of this place like it's our own kitchen. And Joyce like she's our...our mother.

Max: So, you know Chloe?

Cop: Sadly, we all know Chloe down at the station. Poor Joyce.

Cop: Just heard she even just got busted with pot in her room.

Cop: Just heard that Chloe even had a pot dealer in her room...

Max: Uh, who told you that?

Cop: I didn't hear it on the police scanner. Joyce said the weed belonged to Chloe's friend, but...I highly doubt that.

Max: Joyce didn't tell you who?

Cop: She wouldn't. Afraid I'd go arrest somebody. As if I would. I'd just tell that loser to stay the hell away from Chloe. Or else... Just kidding. Besides, David Madsen is watching over them.

Max: Uh... That's not good. Anyway. Mm, that bacon sure smells good...

Cop: Is she a friend of yours?

Max: I know her.

Cop: Then you know she's a handful.

Max: She can be, but she can also be a good friend who shows up when you need her.

Cop: Sounds like you're a good friend. I wish she would be a great daughter and not cause Joyce so much stress.

Max: No, I just think she's just had some bad luck.

Cop: You have to create your own good luck. I think Chloe would rather destroy. But, I'm just a cop, not a psychologist, so...

I guess you're friends with David Madsen?

Cop: I wouldn't use that word. We know each other. Why do you ask?

Max: Just curious... I'm surprised he's not a police officer in Arcadia Bay.

Max: He kinda has a reputation at Blackwell.

Cop: I have respect for David. He served his country. He found his calling at Blackwell. At the station, we're happy David is exactly where he is... Not everybody can be a cop.

Max: I have to go now. Enjoy your breakfast.

Cop: By the way, one thing I can tell you for certain is to stay away from that RV outside.

Max: I usually stay away from sketchy parked vehicles.

Cop: Wise policy. The guy who lives in it, Frank, is pretty sketchy himself. That's all I can say for now... I should finish up my coffee and get to work.

Optional Conversation with Trucker

Trucker: I don't feel like talking right now. I gotta deliver a load of breakfast to my stomach. Over and out.

Optional Conversation with Truck Driver

Max: Er, hello?

Truck Driver: "Pardonne moi," but you're in my eyesight.

Max: Isn't everything in here within eyesight?

Truck Driver: I don't care for your tone. You sound like Joyce.

Max: How does Joyce sound?

Truck Driver: Bossy and smartass...like you.

Max: Joyce rules. I want to be exactly like her when I grow up.

Truck Driver: Looks like you're on your way. I've been coming to this dive for three years and Joyce gives me shit like it's going out of style.

Max: That's how she rolls. That's why I worship her every move.

Truck Driver: Good, I can't wait to see you flipping greasy bacon in a diner when you grow up...exactly like Joyce. Now pardon me while I get back to my coffee.

Max: Oh...sorry.

Truck Driver: That's okay, I just need to see my truck out there in the lot. Been a long night on the road and I have to make sure my baby is sleeping right...

Optional Conversation with Justin

Max: What's up, Justin?

Justin: Getting my coffee on before I cut class and destroy some rails. Shouldn't you be taking photos?

Max: I am always taking photos. I am a camera.

Justin: You crack me up, Maxter. Of course, I'm baked, so I'll laugh at anything.

Max: You should be studying, bad boy.

Justin: So where's all your homework, schoolgirl?

Max: School. Speaking of buds, I saw your bro Trevor sneaking out of Dana's room.

Justin: Trevor finally told me about him and Dana hooking up. He got there first, so I snooze and I lose... See ya later, Max.

Optional Conversation with Trevor

Max: Hey, Trevor.

Trevor: Holla, Max. By the way, I know you saw me in the dorm.

Max: Yeah, I saw you coming out of Dana's room.

Trevor: Yeah, and I finally had to tell Justin, because, well, he was into her too.

Max: How did Justin react?

Trevor: I got him blazed. He was cool. Nobody has secrets in Blackwell anyway... See you in class, Max.

Max sits down at the booth. Joyce walks over, holding a pot of coffee.

Joyce: And there she is--a lovely young woman. How are you doing, Max?

Joyce pours coffee into the mug in front of Max.

Max: Hi, Joyce, it's nice to see you again. You look the same.

Joyce: Like I'm still a waitress at Two Whales after all these years?

Max: No, like you still look pretty.

Joyce: Nice save, kid. You're still smart.

Joyce: But I wish you had been here to help save Chloe. She got busted yesterday smoking out. Again.

Max: I know. Chloe told me that her stepfather hit her...

Joyce: I am sorry that was your introduction to David. I hope you get to know him on your terms, not Chloe's. He's a good man... He just--

Max: Yeah, I'm sure he is, since you married him, but...don't be so harsh on Chloe.

Joyce: It's good you're here.

Joyce: But not that smart... Now you get busted for smoking pot. I heard the whole sordid story from David. I'm sorry this was how you had to meet him. He's a good man...no matter what Chloe says.

Max: Yeah, I'm sure. I don't even smoke...like, ever. It was almost an accident. Very stupid. I'm sorry.

Joyce: It surprised me fierce.

Joyce: I was hoping you could be a good influence in her life now...

Max: I will be. Promise. I know things were hard for you and Chloe. I feel bad I didn't call. Now my folks are in Seattle and I'm all alone at Blackwell. It's my karma.

Joyce: You did the right thing. You moved forward with your life. I did, after William passed on. Chloe...Chloe chose to stay angry... Anyway, I hope we see more of you. Chloe needs an old friend again.

Max: Joyce, I am so sorry about William. I have great memories of him.

Joyce: I'm glad, Max. That was his gift to us...wonderful memories. Even if Chloe doesn't understand yet.

Max: Chloe understands, she just needs...time. I know that sucks for you.

Joyce: Oh, she hit all the phases...expulsion, running away, drugs, bad boys, tattoos, piercings, blue hair... Now she's gotta rebel against her stepfather.

Max: I see why... I mean--

Joyce: Why? What did Chloe tell you?

Max: Well, Chloe texted me that David slapped her yesterday...

Joyce: He feels awful... And he will be punished.

Max: Chloe doesn't have to tell me anything. I just know how David is at Blackwell.

Joyce: You know what happened. David slapped Chloe. He fucked up.

Joyce: Do you? He's not as much of a hardass as you think. But you did tell him you had a joint, right? You took that responsibility?

Max: I did. And I am sorry. I don't want Chloe in any more trouble... Or me.

Max: David scared me when he said he might have my scholarship taken away for that stupid joint...

Joyce: Nobody's in trouble over a doobie, Max. And I admire that you took the heat for Chloe... Like a great friend.

Joyce: But Chloe does push David and it's not fair. He paid his dues in war. He does care about her, along with all the students at Blackwell.

Max: I get it, Joyce. I know Chloe still likes to stir things up...

Joyce: Yeah, she does provoke people. Especially David. I just want us to be a family soon. I guess it's all about time...

Max: I think you're right, Joyce.

Max: That's no excuse to hit a girl. He's an adult.

Joyce: I don't like it either, Max. David swore it would never happen again. He's true to his word. I just want us to be a family soon. I guess...I guess it's all about time...

Max: I think you're right, Joyce.

Max: He cares about Kate Marsh?

Joyce: David mentioned her, but I stay out of his business. I won't patrol Blackwell and he won't cook at the diner, you know?

Max: Yesterday I took a picture of him fighting with Kate...

Max: I saw him arguing with Kate...

Max: I thought you might know why...

Joyce: Nice try, Nancy Drew. But next to you, there's only one student I'm worried about. And she's not even in school anymore.

Joyce: So. Now let's get down to the nitty-gritty. What do you want to eat?

Max: I was dreaming about your bacon omelette...

Joyce: Now finish your coffee.

Joyce (in background): One bacon omelette for the young lady. Stat!

Diner Employee (in background): Bacon at 12 o'clock high!

Max: The last good Belgian waffle I had was here when I was thirteen years old. So, bring it on.

Joyce: Now finish your coffee.

Joyce (in background): One Belgian waffle for the hungry girl. Pronto!

Diner Employee (in background): One Belgian waffle at 12 o'clock high!

Max (thinking): I love the delish anticipation of breakfast...

Truck Driver (in background): Can I get some beer and bacon before I die?

Joyce (in background): This is a diner, not a bar.

Truck Driver (in background): No beer...what kind of dive is this?

Joyce (in background): Looks like you had plenty. Stick with the bacon.

Optional: Max looks out the window.

Max (thinking): The lighthouse looks so mysterious... I wish I could stay in this moment forever... I guess I actually can now. But then it wouldn't be a moment...

Optional: Max drinks some of her coffee.

Max (thinking): This is like fourth-dimensional deja vu... I keep going back in time...

Joyce: Incoming! I can hear your stomach rumbling from here, Max. Here. You'll love this.

Joyce put the plate of food in front of Max.

Max: I'm drooling like a baby.

Max begins to eat.

Joyce: Still can't believe you're a woman. When I look at pictures of Chloe--Speak of the devil...

Chloe enters the diner. She and Trevor high-five and then fist bump.

Chloe: Mom and Max, together again!

Joyce: And Chloe, looking for a free meal. You've put your whole damn college fund on your tab.

Max: I'm treating Chloe for breakfast.

Joyce: No, you're not. This is my treat. To you, for coming back to rescue my daughter.

Chloe: Nobody needs to rescue me.

Joyce: Unless you set your room on fire smoking out...

Chloe: Oh, God, here it comes. Didn't you and Sergeant Pepper already read me the riot act last night?

Joyce: Are you atoning for yesterday?

Chloe: Oh, God, Mom, please do not give Max any shit for that. She apologized.

Joyce: I know she did. Max is a good girl--woman. She's eighteen now.

Chloe: Too old to get lectures from you or Sergeant Pepper...

Joyce: Call him David if you don't want to be lectured. You only get one damn slice of bacon today.

Joyce returns to the kitchen to bring Chloe's breakfast.

Max: You guys are still the same...

Chloe: Another reason to blow this town. What is this shit on the jukebox?

Chloe approaches the jukebox and changes the tune.

Chloe: Now that that's out of the way...

Chloe jumps onto the seat across from Max.

Chloe: Let's talk about your superpower...

Max: I don't have any explanation... And I can't explain why I saw that crazy fucking tornado...

Chloe: Come on, that's just a daydream. I want proof you can rewind time.

Max: This is all happening so fast...

Chloe: We'll start slow. Right here. Now.

Max: Mm...I can tell you every single thing you have in your pockets.

Chloe: You have x-ray vision, dude? I don't even know what's in my pockets. Let me see...

Chloe searches her pockets.

Chloe: Okay, Max, impress me!

Max: Your car keys!

Chloe: Duh, way too easy! I need details! Describe my keychain...

Max: A skull keychain, for a punk like you!

Max: You definitely have a razor blade keychain...

Max: A bullet, just like your necklace!

Chloe: That was so...wrong, Max.

Max: Some old chewing gum?

Chloe: Nada... Not. Impressed.

Max: I don't know...

Chloe: Do you have some kind of power or not?

Chloe: Okay, Psychic Girl, let me show you what's actually in my pockets.

Chloe pulls out the contents of her pockets and places them on the table.

Chloe: That was beyond epic fail. You even made me want to believe you...

Max (thinking): You need to look at the items and rewind so Chloe believes you.

Max looks at the items on the table.

Max (thinking): Okay, Max, study every item carefully and don't forget anything! You got this, Max, now rewind and blow Chloe's mind!

Max rewinds.

Max: So, this is me telling you what's inside your pockets.

Chloe: Okay, Max, I'm hella ready.

Max: Your car keys!

Chloe: Duh, way too easy! I need details! Describe my keychain...

Max: A cute robot panda keychain!

Chloe: Not bad, Super Max!

You do have that Irish luck, Caulfield. What else?

Chloe won't ask about the other items.

Max: I'm pretty sure you have cigarettes on you.

Chloe: Yes, you know I'm a smoker. But how many cigarettes?

Max: Seven cigarettes...

Chloe: A superpower that allows you to count cigarettes. Cool!

Chloe: Amazing! Something else in my pockets?

Chloe won't ask about the other items.

Max: Thirteen cigarettes...

Chloe: I smoke too much to have thirteen cigarettes... Okay, Psychic Girl, let me show you what's actually in my pockets.

Chloe pulls out the contents of her pockets and places them on the table.

Chloe: That was beyond epic fail. You even made me want to believe you...

Max has another chance to review the items.

Max: Some money?

Chloe: Clearly I'm rich as fuck--how much do I have?

Max: Eighty-six cents...

Chloe: That's right, living large in Arcadia Bay!

Chloe: So, that was cool, show me more!

Chloe won't ask about the other items.


Max:A parking ticket.

Chloe: You know me well. But...what is the exact time I was busted?

Max: 10:34 a.m.

Chloe: Booyah! Max can tell time!

Chloe: Even a broken clock is right twice a day. Whatevs the hell that means.

Chloe won't ask about the other items.

Max: I don't know...

Chloe: Do you have some kind of power or not? Okay, Psychic Girl, let me show you what's actually in my pockets.

Chloe pulls out the contents of her pockets and places them on the table.

Chloe: That was beyond epic fail. You even made me want to believe you...

Max has another chance to review the items.

Chloe pulls out the items in her pockets and places them on the table, shocked to find that Max correctly guessed each of them.

Chloe: Amazeballs. I literally just got chills all over my neck. You have powers.

Joyce approaches the table carrying a bacon omelette.

Joyce: Take that crap off the table, Chloe.

Chloe: Sure, Mom.

Chloe puts the items back in her pockets and Joyce places the food in front of Chloe, who begins to eat.

Joyce: How's the food, Max?

Max: Better than I remembered.

Joyce: Very good save.

Joyce returns to the kitchen.

Chloe: Man, I'm hungry like the wolf.

Max: Clearly.

Chloe: I am freaking out about what just happened. You have to show me more, something way cooler so I will believe you without any doubt...

Max: I will predict the future.

Chloe: No way!

Max (thinking): Now, pay attention to everything that happens in the next few moments, so you can dazzle Chloe with your mad power...

Joyce walks past Chloe and Max's table, waving to them. As she continues walking, the truck driver accidently drops his mug.

Truck Driver: Oops!

Joyce: Did you break another cup? Really? No refill for you!

Cop listens to alert on his radio.

Cop: Shoot, now I gotta take this call and leave my breakfast... Hey, where is my partner?

The cop's partner drives past the diner in the police car with the sirens blaring.

Justin and Trevor begin to argue.

Trevor: You're a dick!

Justin: Don't slap me, bitch!

Joyce: Take your fight club outside!

Trevor: He started it!

Joyce: I'm finishing it!

A cockroach crawls on the jukebox and a distorted jangle of tunes begins playing.

Trucker: That's the best song I've heard yet!

Truck Driver: This is sure the hell better than that other garbage!

Joyce: I think our jukebox is headed for Davy Jones's locker...

Chloe: So, what are you waiting for?

Max (thinking): Now I should rewind and tell Chloe everything that just happened.

Max rewinds and talks to Chloe.

Max: I'm going to predict four events that will happen in the next thirty seconds or so...

Max: The trucker drops his mug and Joyce rips him a new one.

Chloe: So, what happens next?

Max: The cop gets an emergency alert on his radio and he quickly exits the diner.

Max: The cop gets an emergency alert on his radio and his partner in the car leaves without him.

Chloe: Well, let's just see how this goes down.

Max: Justin and Trevor are fighting and Joyce breaks it up.

Chloe: This is getting good, can't wait to see what happens!

Max: The jukebox goes crazy as a cockroach crawls on it.

Max: The jukebox goes crazy as a butterfly lands on it.

Chloe: Pretty bizarro, Max. But let's see if everything happens like you said...

Joyce walks past Chloe and Max's table, waving to them. As she continues walking, the truck driver accidently drops his mug.

Truck Driver: Oops!

Joyce: Did you break another cup? Really? No refill for you!

Chloe: Oh, way to go, Mom!

Cop listens to alert on his radio.

Cop: Shoot, now I gotta take this call and leave my breakfast... Hey, where is my partner?

The cop's partner drives past the diner in the police car with the sirens blaring.

Chloe: You called it. Bet he's off to go bust some skaters.

Justin and Trevor begin to argue.

Trevor: You're a dick!

Justin: Don't slap me, bitch!

Joyce: Take your fight club outside!

Trevor: He started it!

Joyce: I'm finishing it!

Chloe: Trevor and Justin must be in love.

A cockroach crawls on the jukebox and a distorted jangle of tunes begins playing.

Chloe: You predicted a cockroach on the jukebox?

Chloe: I pledge allegiance to Max and the power for which she stands...

Max: This isn't a toy, Chloe. I do have to be careful how I use it--

Chloe: Screw that! Of course it's a toy! The best toy ever! You can bang anyone with no strings attached, rewind time, and boom, it's like it never happened!

Max: Grow up.

Chloe: Maybe you made a move on me and I would never know!

Max: Yes, that's what I did.

Chloe: You can rewind time, Max. That's fucking insane. We have to play!

Max: I don't have time.

Chloe: You did not just say that.

Max's nose begins to bleed.

Chloe: Uh... Check out your nose. Too much blow? Hey, are you okay?

Max: Too much excitement. See what happens when we hook up again?

Chloe: Then...let's go to one of my secret lairs and fully test your power. You need a sidekick to guide you.

Max: Okay, Girl Wonder... Show me the way to Chloe's Cave.

Max and Chloe get up from the table.

Max (thinking): Chloe finally believes me...and I wonder what kind of crazy shit she has in mind now.

Max talks to Chloe.

Chloe: Okay, Supergirl, let's go to my secret place!

Max's phone rings.

Chloe: Don't even answer. We have places to go and people to do... Come on, before Mom starts some more shit. Let's bail!

Max: It's Kate Marsh, from Blackwell...

Chloe: Big whoop. You don't call me once in five years and now you're all over some beeatch you see every day at school? I see how you roll. So go ahead, chat up Kate Marsh from Blackwell. I've got other people to hang out with too.

Max answers the phone call.

Max: Hey, Kate, what's up?

Chloe: Please, don't let your best friend get in the way.

Max: You okay?

Joyce approaches Chloe and the two begin arguing.

Max: I promise, Kate. I won't forget. I swear. Just do your homework and don't stress...

Joyce returns to the kitchen.

Max: I really don't think we should go into this right now... I'll call you later, okay?

Max hangs up.

Chloe: Thanks, Max. If you'd rather chill with Kate, please, go ahead.

Max: You are ridiculous. I'm chiling with you, okay?

Chloe: For now. Let's rock.

Chloe leaves the diner and waits outside for Max.

Max (thinking): Sucks that Chloe and Joyce got into an argument... I could rewind and not answer Kate. It's not like I won't see her in class later.

Max and Chloe leave the diner and get in Chloe's car as the dog owner watches them from a distance.

American Rust Junkyard Edit

Max and Chloe enter the junkyard.

Max: Is this a race?

Chloe: Keep up.

Max: How many times are you going to get pissed at me this week?

Chloe: That depends on you. And how well you do in this phase of the test... Welcome to American Rust, my home away from hell.

Max: Raw and rough. It suits you...

Chloe: Max, do you know how awesome this is? I get my best friend back, and she's also supersized?

Max: We don't know for how long.

Chloe: Exactly why it's time to have fun.

Chloe pulls out the gun.

Max: David might be a douche, but you did steal his gun... Is everybody armed in Arcadia Bay now?

Chloe: Only the ones who shouldn't be. Like step-dildo. Until now.

Max: I'm not in the revolution yet, Che.

Chloe: You are the revolution, Max. So we should figure out how to best use and abuse your power with a test.

Chloe takes a sip of the beer bottle in her hand, then offers it to Max.

Chloe: Drink?

Max: Yuck.

Chloe: You are so cute. You haven't changed a bit. Okay, let's do this. Can you find five bottles while I prep the shooting range?

Max: Beer and guns? Nice combo.

Chloe: You can handle it. Now go find us five bottles? Pretty please?

Optional Conversation with Chloe

Max: I have to find dirty-ass bottles while you chill? Not fair.

Chloe: I have to prep the range, crybaby. And I've been tripping hard about where you got this rewind power...

Max: From God. Or the gods. So, bow.

Chloe: We can make the world bow... Are you ready for that?

Max: Oh, yes. Once I figure out exactly how my power works. A god must doth know these things.

Chloe: Amen! And while you build an empire, I'm there to keep you on the path of badassness. And fun.

Max: Spin, rinse, and repeat... I'm just altering time and space. Oh, yeah, and history. No biggie.

Chloe: You already altered history by saving my life, smartass. Let's see what else you can do...

Bottle 1: Max goes up the path behind Chloe that leads to a hill. Max moves the plank at the edge of the hill.

Max (thinking): Way heavier than I thought...oof!

Max walks across the the boat and takes the bottle on the makeshift table.

Max (thinking): Hello bottle number one! Four more to go!

Bottle 2: Max walks to the area across from Chloe with a washing machine, empty crate, and rusty boat. Max attempts to take the bottle, but it breaks.

Max (thinking): Stupid bottle!

Max rewinds, then moves the crate. She takes the bottle.

Max (thinking): Boom! Only three bottles left...

Bottle 3: Max follows the path alongside the washing machine and takes the fork in the road on the right. She enters the hideout and takes the bottle on the chair with the pizza box.

Max (thinking): Three down, two more to go. Talk about finding a bottle in a haystack...

Optional: Max writes "Max was here" beneath Chloe's and Rachel's names.

Max (thinking): Now we're officially a trio...we just have to find Rachel.

Max (thinking): I know there's a bonfire spot where people party around here...

Bottle 4: Max returns to the path and takes the other fork in the road. She goes around the bend ahead and enters the area with the "party pit" and stacked cars. She takes the bottle in the corner.

Max (thinking): One more bottle to go!

Max attempts to leave the area. She rewinds when the debris falls and leaves.

Bottle 5: Max goes back around the bend and takes the side path on the right. She takes the final bottle from the top of the rusty car.

Max (thinking): Voila! Now I can deliver this bottle booty to Captain Chloe...

Max sees the spirit doe.

Max (thinking): Wowser, that looks exactly like the same doe from my tornado vision... That doe is the perfect photo op...

Max returns to Chloe and gives her the bottles.

Chloe: Thanks, Max.

Chloe places the bottles on the shooting range.

Chloe: Wait--one more for the road.

Chloe takes a sip of beer from the bottle in her hand before placing it on the range with the others.

Max: You're serious about this...

Chloe: We're going to shoot all these bottles without wasting a single bullet. Max, you have to help me aim. Show me the way, Max.

Max: I need to see you shoot first.

Chloe fires the gun and misses. Max rewinds.

Chloe: Show me the way, Max.

Max: Aim a bit to your left.

Chloe: I'm on it.

Chloe fires the gun and misses.

Chloe: Lame!

Max: Hey, it's not my fault!

Chloe: You have to really pay attention to guide me.

Max rewinds.

Max: Aim a bit to the right.

Chloe: Sir, yes, sir!

Chloe fires the gun and hits the bottle.

Chloe: Oh, yes! Did you see that shit, Max?!

Max: Duh.

Chloe: That was so fucking cool! Now for the second bottle.

Chloe: Now, Max, where do I aim?

Max: You're on target, pull the trigger.

Chloe fires the gun and misses. Max rewinds.

Max: Aim a bit to your left.

Chloe: Chloe Bond has got this!

Chloe fires the gun and misses. Max rewinds.

Max: Aim slightly above.

Chloe: Right between the eyes...

Chloe fires the gun and hits the bottle.

Chloe: Watch out, Nathan! Now, that is fun. Let's pump up the volume and find me another target. I want to get creative here...

Max: Aim a bit to the right.

Chloe: Beep, beep, laser tracking on...

Chloe fires the gun and misses. Max rewinds.

Chloe: Give me something to shoot, Max.

Max: Let's take out this wheel rim on your left.

Chloe: Taking out the wheel rim now...

Chloe shoots the wheel rim. The bullet ricochets off it and hits the third bottle.

Chloe: Hella yes!

Max: Nice shootin', Tex.

Chloe: Now that's what I'm talking about!

Max: Satisfied?

Chloe: Like, never. So I want one more ubercool trick shot...

Max: Aim at that old blue plank here.

Chloe: I hate old planks.

Chloe shoots the plank. It falls over, scaring a flock of birds into the air.

Chloe: Yawn... I must rid the world of those bottles!

Max is forced to rewind.

Max: Let's see you take a crack at that rusty barrel.

Chloe: Sorry, Mr. Barrel, your time has come.

Chloe fires the gun and the bullet ricochets several times.

Chloe: Listen to those phat bullet beats!

Max is forced to rewind.

Max: I bet you want to blow apart those old computer monitors.

Chloe: Let's reboot them with a bullet!

Chloe fires the gun and it breaks the screen of the computer.

Chloe: Old school...

Max is forced to rewind.

Max: How about using that junker for a target now?

Max: Put a real dent in that front bumper.

Chloe: Goodbye, cruel bumper...

Chloe shoots the gun, but the bullet ricochets off the bumper and hits Chloe.

Chloe: Jesus, I shot myself! I shot myself! Back up, back up!

Max: Stupid gun! Hold on, Chloe!

Max is forced to rewind.

Max: I want to see that windshield go down.

Chloe: Watch out for flying glass!

Chloe shoots and destroys the windshield. A squirrel jumps onto the car.

Chloe: You guys better run for cover. Yet the bottle remains...

Max is forced to rewind.

Max: I should rewind and help Chloe hit those bottles.

Max: Let's see what happens when you shoot the gas tank.

Chloe: Step back, gas tank go boom!

Chloe shoots the gun. A few flames rise up from the gas tank, and then it explodes.

Chloe: Boom! Car definitely down, but no bottle casualties.

Max is forced to rewind.

Mas: How about aiming for the left tire?

Chloe: Adios, spinning wheel of death...

Chloe fires the gun. The car falls onto the shooting range, crushing the last bottles and landing upside down.

Chloe: Ubercool.

Max and Chloe high-five.

Chloe: I cannot believe this is for reals! My best friend is a superhero! Now it's your turn to bust a cap.

Max: I don't know...

Max's nose begins to bleed.

Chloe: Max, your nose. Damn...

Max: I...don't...feel so super...

Max collapses in Chloe's arms.

Chloe: Max!

Visions of the tornado flash through Max's mind.

Max and Chloe sit on the hood of a rusty car. Max's head rests on Chloe's lap as Chloe holds her. Max slowly wakes up, slightly disoriented.

Chloe: You freaked me out there. Do you feel any better now?

Max: A little. Thanks for helping me, just...give me a minute.

Chloe: Too much action for Arcadia?

Max: Maybe not enough. This is kinda fun. Scary and stupid, but fun.

Chloe: Let me know when you feel okay.

Max (thinking): God, this power really messes with my head. Glad I feel normal again. I better go chat up Chloe.

Chloe: Okay, looks like you're ready to lock and load.

Max: I don't know about this...

Chloe: Are you afraid of getting in trouble? Oh, boohoo, Max is afraid! I know you can handle this. And I'm here to guide you. Make me proud, sista!

Chloe gives the gun to Max. Frank approaches, and Max quickly hides the gun behind her back.

Frank: Hey, it's Thelma and Louise. Or is it Bonnie and Clyde?

Chloe: Excuse us, Frank.

Frank: Oh, sorry, Chloe. Don't let me get in the way of your bonding. I heard the gunshots and the breaking glass. It's cute that you're playing with guns. Just like me at your age.

Chloe: We're not anything alike, man.

Frank: We both need money. In fact, you need it so bad you owe me a shitload, don't ya, Chloe? Huh?

Chloe: You'll get your money.

Frank: Don't they all say that? Y'know, even when they're broke and acting tough...

Frank looks at Max.

Frank: What're you hiding there, girlie? Let me see!

Frank points at Max and Chloe notices the bracelet on his wrist.

Chloe: Where did you get that bracelet?

Frank: A friend. And it's none of your goddamn business. You're my business now and I--

Chloe: That's Rachel's bracelet! Why the fuck are you wearing her bracelet?!

Frank: Calm yourself, alright? It was a gift.

Chloe: No, it wasn't! You stole that shit! Give it to me right now, asshole!

Chloe reaches for the bracelet. Frank pulls out a knife.

Frank: You better step back before you regret it, girl. I mean it. You want me to cut you, bitch?

Frank and Chloe look over at Max, who is pointing the gun at Frank.

Max: Please...please step back.

Frank: You're kidding. Put that down.

Max pulls the trigger, but the gun is out of bullets.

Frank: That is hilarious! Oh, man... I'll remember you, kid. I'll remember you almost shot me. And you'll wish I had no memory, because I never forget. You have until Friday to pay me. Don't ever pull crap like this again. It'll be the last time you do. Try bullets next time, brainiacs.

Frank puts the knife back in his pocket and leaves.

Max: Sorry.

Chloe hugs Max.

Chloe: You were awesome. Thanks for standing up for me...Let's blow. My secret lair didn't feel secret today. At least Frank is gone; he won't fuck with us again. He just wants his money.

Max (thinking): Jesus, I almost shot this guy and now he'll be more dangerous to Chloe and me.

Frank: Come on, girlie. Shoot me.

Frank walks toward Max, who looks around uncertainly. Frank takes the gun out of Max's hands.

Frank: Oh, Christ. You're more like Abbott and Costello. Nice piece. I'll consider this interest on your loan. Thanks. You have until Friday to pay me. Or I'll track you down with this interest. Have a good play, kids.

Frank waves the gun tauntingly and leaves.

Chloe: You really stood your ground.

Max: I freaked. I don't like guns.

Chloe: It'll be hard to keep Nathan off my ass... My step-shit will have his other guns sealed in an electrified bunker by now.

Max: Sorry, Chloe. I've never held a gun on a human being before. Not cool.

Chloe: I know, Max. Really. I'm actually relieved it worked out this way instead... And there are more guns out there...Let's blow. My secret lair didn't feel secret today. At least Frank is gone; he won't fuck with us again. He just wants his money.

Max (thinking): Oh, man, Frank took Chloe's gun because of me...

Max (thinking): Wowser, why did Frank have Rachel's bracelet? We need to talk about this later, but I better follow Chloe now. Chloe is waiting to go for a walk. We both need a time-out from here.

Max and Chloe leave the junkyard.

Railroad Edit

Chloe: I still can't believe you pulled a gun on Frank. That was epic.

Max: It felt awful... I'm glad there was no bullets in there--

Chloe: You can just rewind time in your hand and stick that barrel right up Frank's ass! You have the power!

Max: You're gross. Don't fall.

Max and Chloe briefly hold hands, then let go.

Chloe: I can't believe you basically gave him my gun. "Here ya go, Frank."

Max: You can't keep getting mad at me. Especially for stupid shit.

Chloe: I'm not mad. It adds up in my mind as people letting me down. And I just liked having that gun, man.

Max and Chloe briefly hold hands, then let go.

Max: Now you have me to protect you.

Chloe: I'm just glad you were here.

Max: Me too...I think. Chloe, why the hell are you hanging around scary losers like Frank? It's weird.

Chloe: Let's take a break and I'll talk.

Max and Chloe lie down on the train tracks.

Chloe: Feels like a different world, huh? I wish we could stay forever...

Max: Can we build another pirate fort and keep the world out?

Chloe: We need a new secret hangout... At least Frank wouldn't find us... Are you okay, Max?

Max: I'm still freaked out about what happened... That was awful, Chloe.

Max: Seriously, Chloe, this is scary. What if Frank tries to track us down?

Chloe: I'm sorry. But Frank isn't as hardcore as he fronts. All he cares about is his cash, stash, and mangy dog.

Max: Chloe, did you see what just happened? I almost shot him! I know I could rewind, but, Chloe, this is not playtime. No more guns.

Max: Chloe, are you for reals? Frank just took your gun and threatened us! He's armed and clearly dangerous.

Chloe: Max, I know. Crazy shit is the new normal for me. That's why I planned to leave Arcadia Bay without paying Frank off...

Max: Now, tell me exactly what's going on between you and Frank--does he have a last name?

Chloe: Frank Bowers. Obviously don't get my pot from you, remember? Anyway, Frank and I kind of hung out.

Chloe: Frank Bowers. He's just a dealer. Where I get my weed. The one in your joint, remember? Anyway, Frank and I kind of hung out.

Max: Hung out? You don't mean you...

Chloe: No, we didn't have sex. Gross, man. He never even tried. I just made the mistake of borrowing money so Rachel and I could bail outta here...

Max: That's it?

Chloe: No. I want to know how Frank got Rachel's bracelet... What do you think?

Max: I think we have to be careful. And keep an eye on this guy. Without him eyeballing us, okay?

Max: I don't know anymore. My brain is so fried from all this. I need a mental enema.

Chloe: It's so weird talking to you about this insane crap. We haven't hung out this much since we were tweens...and it's like no time has passed. I wish Rachel was here to meet you.

Mas: Do you think that Rachel and I would have been friends?

Chloe: You're not that different. She had--has a great eye for images and for art. Plus, she's a smartass like you. We would all be hella best friends forever.

Max: I know she must be as cool as you are. I have no doubt we'll meet soon.

Chloe: Railroad tracks always make me feel better...I have no idea why...

Max: Kerouac knew. It's the romance of travel and movement...the sound of the train whistle at night...

Chloe: Look at the beat poet here.

Max: I'd rather be a good photographer...

Chloe: You are. You just have to stop being afraid...

Max gets up to take a picture of the sunset.

Max (thinking): Perfect...

Max holds her head in her hand as the flashing visions of the tornado return.

Chloe: Max! Max?! Help! I'm stuck!

Max: Hold on, Chloe!

Max grabs Chloe's hands and tries to pull her up from the tracks but it doesn't work.

Max (thinking): What's that noise? The train...oh, shit!

There are two ways Max can free Chloe.

Max can take the crowbar and use it on the wedge blocking the cable drum, but it will damage the train tracks.

Max can take the crowbar, open the door with it, take the pliers, and use them on the red wire in the fuse box.

Max: You okay?

Chloe: You saved me again! Crazy... Now we're totally bonded for life!

Max: Damn, that was close.

Chloe: Aren't you glad I took you away to a nice quiet, desolate spot?

Chloe and Max hug as they walk back along the tracks.

Max: It was cool to spend time in your lair, but...I have to get back to school before my next class...

Chloe: Since you're the mysterious superhero, I'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion.

Max: My powers might not last, Chloe...

Chloe: That's okay. We will...forever.

Chloe drives Max to the entrance of Blackwell. The weather has begun to get rainy.

Max: Thanks for the ride, Chloe. Right on time for my art lesson.

Chloe: Thanks for coming with me. Sorry to be so boring...

Max: Nothing exciting ever happens to us, right?

Chloe: Listen, your rewind power has to be connected to that snow yesterday. That might explain your tornado vision...

Max: Explain what? Snow equals a ginormous twister that takes out Arcadia Bay? You're high.

Max: I don't see how. It's so friggin' random...

Chloe: Wake up, Max. You saved my life twice now. You altered the course of my destiny, yours, and whoever! Do you know about Chaos Theory?

Max: What do you know about Chaos Theory, Miss "I Hate Math"?

Chloe: Five years ago, asswipe. Some people change...and your situation is the perfect storm for quantum physics.

Max: Uh...it means "shit happens," right?

Chloe: No, "crazy shit happens." Because it can. And will.

Max: Why me? I'm just a geek girl in some small town...

Chloe: A perfect example of "strange attractors." Don't they teach you kids anything at Blackwell? We have a tornado, rewind power, and freak snow...hello, Armageddon! So let's party with your power, rock star!

Max: Like you said, Professor Price: a superhero needs a sidekick.

Chloe: How can it be such a shitty week and yet one of the best of my life?

Max: Because we're back in action again!

Max gets out of the car and waves goodbye as Chloe drives away.

Hallway Edit

Max (thinking): I have a little time before Mr. Jefferson's class, so...I can do some wandering.

Conversation Between Justin and Female Student 1

Justin: So, are you going to that Vortex Club party?

Female Student 1: Like I'd miss it! I have the sweetest outfit...

Optional Conversation with Principal Wells

Max: Sir?

Principal Wells: Oh, hello, Max. I hope this isn't about the alleged gun incident...

Max: Alleged? Nathan did have a gun. Have you talked to him yet?

Principal Wells: Yes. He's deeply upset about his accusation. I don't blame him. Once I have all the facts, we'll talk. For the moment, focus on your schoolwork.

Max: I can't focus when I'm scared.

Principal Wells: Please don't say that. There's nothing to be scared of at Blackwell Academy. Our head of security is overseeing a new era of campus safety.

Max: I saw Mr. Madsen hassle Kate Marsh yesterday...

Principal Wells: Wait, wait. Do you see a pattern here, Max?

Max: Probably not the same one you see.

Principal Wells: It's very easy for you to instantly accuse people of doing terrible things. Nathan, Mr. Madsen...who's next? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting.

Max: No...nevermind.

Principal Wells: Glad to see you weren't about to accuse another student of something or other. Now, if you'll excuse me.

Principal Wells: Ah, hello, Max. Would you like to tell me what you wouldn't yesterday?

Max: There was just a lot going on with the fire alarm and everything...

Principal Wells: Yes, but you were distracted by something else...

Max: I can't focus when I'm scared.

Principal Wells: Please don't say that. There's nothing to be scared of at Blackwell Academy. Our head of security is overseeing a new era of campus safety.

Max: I saw Mr. Madsen hassle Kate Marsh yesterday...

Principal Wells: Wait, wait. Do you see a pattern here, Max?

Max: Probably not the same one you see.

Principal Wells: You won't tell me the truth about yesterday, but you want to tell me the truth about Mr. Madsen. It sounds more like sour grapes... Excuse me, now.

Max: No, I mean, I don't have anything to tell you.

Principal Wells: More secrets... Now, excuse me, I have a meeting to attend.

Optional Conversation with Courtney

Max: Hey, Courtney.

Courtney: Ciao, Max. No photos, please. I have to come up with a guest list for a Vortex Club soiree.

Max: Really?

Courtney: Oh, like you care.

Max: I'm not...anti-soiree.

Courtney: You seem anti-fashion, though. A Vortex Club party has a strict dress code. Do you even have a dress? Sorry, but nice try.

Max: I'm sure the Vortex Club has a dress code. As you can see, I would need your advice on what to wear.

Courtney: Thanks, Max. I didn't think you noticed high fashion. Tell you what, I'll put you down on the guest list and before the party, I can give you some tips.

Max: Cool. Thanks, Courtney.

Courtney: I'll send you the party info later. Back to the list!

Conversation Between Female Student 2 and Female Student 3

Female Student 2: That snow was so insane!

Female Student 3: Seriously. Hello, climate change!

Optional Conversation with Zachary

Max: Hello, Zach.

Zachary: 'Sup, Max? It's weird to not see you without your camera...

Max: I'm always taking pictures with my eyes...

Zachary: I bet. As long as you don't talk to everybody about all that shit with the sext and Victoria...

Max: It's over. Just another Blackwell mini-drama...

Zachary: You mean stupid shit. Man, I just don't get Victoria. What does she want?

Max: Probably for all of us to talk about her. Like now...

Zachary: Then let's not. You're pretty smart, Max. See you at the game Friday.

Max: I won't. That's what Victoria wanted.

Zachary: Yeah. I notice she kinda set up her own drama. Even if it fucks her over. Weird.

Max: She doesn't have to, though.

Zachary: That's what I don't get at all. She's hot, rich, and talented... What more does she need? Anyway, see you at the game Friday, Max.

Conversation with David

Max: Excuse me, Mr. Madsen?

David: Max, can we talk?

David: Do you mind if we talk about what happened yesterday with Chloe?

Max: You hit Chloe.

Max: I don't think so. And you hit Chloe.

David: I'm sure she told you why. Did she mention...she probably stole one of my guns?

David: I know things got a little heated yesterday in Chloe's room... Was that really your reefer?

Max: Yes, it was. You know that marijuana is almost legal in Oregon. I can get it at Blackwell.

Max: No, it belonged to a friend of mine.

Max: Are you going to bust me now, Mr. Madsen?

David: Even I'm not that much of an asshole... And I am sorry about yesterday. I was wrong, but upset. Cannabis is not a big deal to you, but it has been to Chloe.

Max: You're a combat veteran. She's no threat to you.

David: If I didn't care about her, I wouldn't care at all. When I was her age, I was out raising a lot more hell. She's better than that. All you kids are. So is Kate Marsh.

Max: But you treat Kate pretty bad...

Max: What about Kate?

David: I shouldn't have said anything... You know about that video going around.

Max: Is that why you hassled Kate yesterday? I took a photo of that moment for surveillance sake.

David: Soldier, you don't have the facts. You think I'm a hypocrite because I want cameras around here for the safety of the students?

Max: But you treat Kate pretty bad...

Max: What about Kate?

David: You stepped between us at a pretty bad time. She's another matter entirely.

Max: Kate hasn't done anything wrong.

David: Max, this isn't just about Kate Marsh. My concern is for the safety of all Blackwell students. Including you.

Max: That'll take more than surveillance cameras.

David: It will take more than Ms. Grant and her petition to find missing students.

Max: Isn't that your responsibility as head of security? Unless you know something about Rachel Amber that nobody else does...

David: I don't want to fight with you anymore. I don't want to fight with anyone anymore... That's all, Max.

Max (thinking): I still have time...I could go see Warren playing mad scientist in the lab.

Logan and Juliet's Conversation

Juliet: I saw Victoria and her friends shopping for the party.

Logan: That reminds me, I have to score some weed from Nathan...

Science Lab Edit

Warren's Comments about Experiment

Warren: Think, big brain, think...

Warren: This can't be that hard...

Warren: Yes, I am a scientist. Fuck...

Optional Conversation with Warren

Max: Hey, Warren. Are you okay? You look thoughtful, yet confused.

Warren: Maxwell Silver Hammer! Perfect timing! I need help with this chemical experiment...

Max: Asking me for help means you're screwed...

Warren: I have to add either a bit of potassium or sodium. It's up to you to decide, Dr. Max.

Max: I have a vision...go-dium!

Warren: "Go-dium"? That's the worst pun I've ever heard! Yet Max has spoken. Sodium it is!

Warren pours sodium into the beaker.

Warren: Damn. Zip. Nothing. Nada.

Max: I'm not sure why you're letting me decide your fate, but...go-tassium!

Warren: Potassium it shall be. If this works, you get a free hug...

Warren pours potassium into the beaker. There's a slight explosion and smoke drifts up from the beaker.

Warren: Weird science.

Max: Wrong, Warren, you need to add chlorine, not potassium or sodium!

Warren: Chlorine? I didn't think of that. Can't argue with a confident scientist. Let's try it!

Warren pours chlorine into the beaker. The mixture turns bright pink.

Warren: Eureka! She's got it!

Max: No, you got it.

Warren: Don't be so modest, Dr. Caulfield...

Brooke (in background): Oh, you guys really broke the bounds of science...

Max (thinking): That was fun, helping Warren. He's pretty cute when he's in full-on geek mode...

Max: I actually think you should use a lot of potassium. I mean, a shitload.

Warren: See, look at that smile! You're going to become a scientist yet... Let's do this thing!

Warren pours a lot of potassium into the beaker. There's a big explosion that knocks Warren backward as smoke drifts up from the beaker.

Warren: She blinded me with science...

Max: Warren, this seems kinda dangerous. You might as well flip a switch, Frankenstein.

Warren: I'm the only mad scientist without a faithful Igor. I'll choose using the scientific method: eeny, meeny, miny, moe... Potassium!

Warren pours potassium into the beaker. There's a slight explosion and smoke drifts up from the beaker.

Warren: Weird science.

Optional Conversation with Brooke

Max: Howdy, Brooke.

Brooke: Hi, Max. Making your daily rounds?

Max: I'm helping Warren with his latest experiment.

Brooke: Oh. I guess he needed a neophyte assistant so he wouldn't be threatened. But you came to his rescue anyway.

Max: Apparently, it's my nature.

Brooke: Yet Warren ignores the experts right in front of him. Not that he would ask me for help anyway...

Max: I need to know if you can help me with a potassium experiment...

Brooke: No can do, Max. I'm all about robotics, not chemistry. Give me a drone over a beaker.

Max: How's your drone?

Brooke: Ms. Grant busted me flying it over the parking lot. She's all jacked up about surveillance bullshit. Like I was spying on Warren's new car.

Max: You already planted a GPS on him?

Brooke: I borrowed the one he has on you.

Max: Hate to hit and run, but...

Brooke: Don't let me get in your way. So long.

Optional Conversation with Ms. Grant

Max: Hi, Ms. Grant.

Ms. Grant: Funny, I was just thinking about you, Max.

Ms. Grant: Thanks again for taking a stand against camera surveillance here. Every signature counts.

Ms. Grant: It's too bad you didn't sign the petition. Every signature counts and yours might be the one that decided.

Max: How is your campaign going?

Ms. Grant: You signed the petition. Now it's your campaign, too. Thanks for stepping up. More people would rather send a text than sign a petition. That's how they keep us all distracted. Nobody will notice cameras on every square foot.

Max: I know. I really hope you keep those cameras from taking over Blackwell.

Ms. Grant: Max, with students like you, we sure will.

Ms. Grant: It's missing somebody who should care, but no finger-pointing here, Max. More people would rather send a text than sign a petition. That's how they keep us all distracted. Nobody will notice cameras on every square foot.

Max: Some of us want to use our cameras for good.

Ms. Grant: But people like David Madsen want to use them to spy.

Max: Geez, I'm not like him, Ms. Grant.

Ms. Grant: I know, Max. But the trick is to make sure Blackwell Academy doesn't end up like him.

Max: Ms. Grant, can I ask you a possibly dumb science question?

Ms. Grant: You know my stock teacher answer: there are no dumb questions. Ask away.

Max: Would you add potassium or sodium to a chemical mix for this week's experiment?

Ms. Grant: Neither, unless you want a face full of powder. I would add chlorine.

Max: I'm just thinking about all the autumn photos I want to take...

Ms. Grant: Oh, this is my favorite time of year. I do love the season change. This whole campus is a visual delight. I know Mr. Jefferson loves to shoot around here.

Max: You must know Mr. Jefferson pretty well by now.

Ms. Grant: I certainly know him as a talented artist and terrific teacher. I've been here a little longer, but he's made a bigger mark...

Ms. Grant: I have to say, it's not quite autumn enough yet.

Max: What about that snow yesterday? What's your scientific explanation?

Ms. Grant: Our climate is moving beyond explanation. Of course, some of the tribes here might see it different...

Max: I'm sorry, Ms. Grant, but I have to get going.

Ms. Grant: Go on, Max. We'll talk again. Real soon.

Jefferson's Class Edit

Conversation Between Jefferson and Kate

Jefferson: Stop acting so brittle!

Kate: Being on a viral video does that...

Jefferson: Maybe this is your way of getting attention...

Kate: That's really mean, Mr. Jefferson. You just don't get it... Just leave me alone!

Jefferson: You have to talk to me, Kate.

Kate: Why? It's all over...like me.

Jefferson: Knock off this martyr crap.

Kate: What do you want from me?

Jefferson: I want you to be honest.

Kate: Nobody believes me anyway... So you can't help me?

Jefferson: I'm trying. But you have to understand my position...

Kate: Why? You don't understand mine. Nobody does...nobody...

If Max tries to follow Kate:

Kate: Stop! Don't come near me!

Conversation with Jefferson

Max: Sorry to bother you, Mr. Jefferson.

Jefferson: I'm only bothered when you avoid turning in photos. But you know this. So, what can I do for you, Max?

Jefferson: Excuse me, Max...can you come over here?

Max: Sure.

Jefferson: You look worried...is everything okay?

Jefferson: Excuse me, Max...can you come over here?

Kate: Oh, I see... I'm not important to you anymore. Nobody cares about me... Nobody...

Max: Just between you and me, I'm worried about Kate Marsh.

Jefferson: You're not the only one. Do you have something you want to tell me?

Max: I saw David Madsen harassing Kate yesterday. He was scaring her.

Jefferson: Mr. Madsen confuses fear with security. I'm sorry Kate had to be a target of his paranoia. If you had proof, I could talk to Principal Wells...

Max: Oh, yes. I have an actual photograph, for once.

Jefferson: Let me see that photo after class. You're already thinking like a real photographer. And, Max, I promise this matter is being discussed by the faculty.

Max: Not exactly. Nevermind, sorry. I have to go and work...on my photo.

Jefferson: You can talk to me anytime. And, Max, can I talk to you about Kate?

Jefferson: That's no secret. Word on the street is that you and Kate had a little confrontation with our security chief yesterday.

Max: I stepped in between David Madsen barking all up in Kate's face about something... She doesn't deserve that.

Jefferson: Of course not. Mr. Madsen isn't the most gentle soul. Do you have proof he instigated the situation?

Max: My word isn't good enough? The one time I choose not to take a picture...

Jefferson: Always take the shot. My number one rule of photography. And, Max, I promise this matter is being discussed by the faculty.

Max: Not exactly. Nevermind, sorry. I have to go and work...on my photo.

Jefferson: You can talk to me anytime. And, Max, can I talk to you about Kate?

Jefferson: I assume you know about this viral video?

Max: Kate is freaked out by all of this... She can't do homework while she's being tormented on a daily basis.

Jefferson: What if Kate brought this on herself? She means well, but maybe she doth protest too much... She seems like she's holding back the truth.

Jefferson: Have you talked to her?

Max: Yes, I talked to her on the phone today. She needs friend and support now. I just don't want Kate Marsh to become the next Rachel Amber...

Max: No...I just don't want Kate Marsh to be the next Rachel Amber...

Jefferson: Rachel Amber? What does she have to do with Kate?

Max: With all her "Missing Persons" posters around, it's hard not to think of her...

Jefferson: I miss Rachel, too. But think about yourself, Max. Principal Wells told me about what you said happened in the bathroom...

Max: It did happen. Nathan Prescott had a gun in the girls' bathroom yesterday.

Jefferson: This is a serious accusation, Max.

Max: So, you don't believe me? I would never make something like this up.

Jefferson: I hope so, Max. But it's easy to point fingers.

Jefferson: If Mr. Madsen claims you might be a pot dealer as he did, should I believe him?

Max: That was a private conversation. Not that I wouldn't tell you...

Jefferson: This is a serious accusation, Max.

Max: So, you don't believe me? I would never make something like this up.

Jefferson: I hope so, Max. But it's easy to point fingers.

Jefferson: If Mr. Madsen claims you might be a pot dealer as he did, should I believe him?

Jefferson: Rachel was nothing like Kate. Principal Wells said you had something on your mind you wouldn't tell him. You care to share?

Max: Not right now. I'll tell you everything as soon as I figure it out...

Jefferson: I'd like to believe that, Max. It just seems like there's a lot of drama around you this week.

Max: Listen, should I--?

Jefferson's phone rings.

Jefferson: Excuse me, Max.

Jefferson answers his phone.

Jefferson: Hello? Yes? Uh...hold on. I have to take this, so just go into class and I'll be there soon.

Jefferson's Phone Call

Jefferson: Yes...

Jefferson: Mm-hm...

Jefferson: Uh-huh...

Jefferson: Sure, okay...

Jefferson: Listen, I do have a class I have to teach; I have to go...

Jefferson: Mm-hm... Okay, I'll do that.

Jefferson: Oh, I know. That makes sense...

Jefferson: Huh?

Jefferson: Would you please just hang up the phone?

Jefferson: Okay.

Conversation Between Dana, Taylor, and Hayden

Dana: Make me beautiful, Hayden.

Taylor: Vogue...vogue...vogue...

Hayden: Dana, you are out of control. Turn left, then right. Show me the love...

Dana: How do I look, Taylor?

Taylor: You look like ass.

Optional Conversation with Hayden

Hayden: I'm kinda doing something now, Max.

Optional Conversation with Dana

Dana: No time to talk, Max. Posing in progress.

Optional Conversation with Taylor

Taylor: No time to talk, Max. Art in progress.

Optional Conversation with Daniel

Max: What's up, Daniel?

Daniel: Waiting to draw Dana after Hayden gets his paparazzi on...

Optional Conversation with Alyssa

Alyssa: Not now, Max. I'm contemplating shit.

Conversation Between Victoria and Nathan

Victoria: Do you think Max will be pissed we're sitting at her desk?

Nathan: Oh, I'm sure she'll report us to the principal. Like I give a flying fuck.

Victoria: Or she'll run to Mr. Jefferson. Like he gives a shit.

Nathan: Like anybody does. Max is such a little--

Victoria: Sh! I think she can hear us.

Conversation with Nathan and Victoria

Nathan: Better be quiet, Victoria. We have a master snitch and liar here.

Victoria: And paparazzi. I want that photo, whore. Or I get nasty.

Max: Too late.

Nathan: Oh, burn! Max is so fearless when she has backup.

Max: Right. Can I sit at my table now?

Victoria and Nathan get up.

Victoria: Don't get cocky. This isn't over.

Nathan: In fact, shit's just starting, Max.

Victoria: Did you think we were best friends forever or something?

Max: Not at all, Victoria.

Nathan: Max is such an attention-whore.

Max: You would know. Can I sit down now?

Victoria and Nathan get up.

Victoria: Oh, please do. Take a selfie of this moment.

Nathan: Yeah, Max. So I won't forget you.

Nathan: Here comes the mysterious Max. Disguised as a pixie hipster.

Victoria: Or paparazzi. I want that photo, whore. Or I get nasty.

Max: Too late.

Nathan: Meow! Bring out the claws. I love seeing chicks fight.

Max: Can I sit down, please?

Victoria and Nathan get up.

Victoria: I don't know...can you?

Nathan: Let her have the desk. That's all she's got...

Victoria: Like all the other precious twee artists here.

Max: You really nailed me.

Nathan: Meow! Bring out the claws. I love seeing chicks fight.

Max: Right. Can I sit at my table now?

Victoria and Nathan get up.

Victoria: Max thought we were going to be buds. Fucking haha.


Max: Assholes.

Max sits down at her desk. She looks out the window and notices Kate walking along the path with David close by, hiding behind a tree and taking photos of her.

Max (thinking): Okay, why is David taking photos of Kate? Now, this is so wrong. And weird...

Warren enters the classroom and sits down on the edge of Max's desk.

Warren: What up, Max?

Max: Hey, Warren!

Warren: I saw Kate earlier and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Max: Kate has a lot on her plate...

Warren: I didn't know what to say, and she didn't tell me anything...

The class bell rings and Jefferson enters.

Jefferson: Okay, I know you love me, but if you're not in this class, beat it. Everybody else, please sit down.

Warren: Maybe I'll see you later?

Warren and Nathan leave as the other students take their seats.

Jefferson: We have a lot to cover today, and so little time, as usual. I see all the usual suspects here... Anybody seen Kate Marsh?

Victoria: I think everybody has seen Kate Marsh by now.

Taylor laughs.

Alyssa: She's...not feeling good.

Jefferson: Sounds like you're giggling about a video gone viral. Maybe it involves a student or a friend. I wonder how it would feel to have false images of yourself shot out all over the world for people to judge...

Max receives a text from Chloe. She tries to check it out.

Jefferson: No smartphones in class, Max! Put that away.

Jefferson: Usually people need something to judge so they never take a good look at themselves. We can thank reality TV for some of that. In the end, we can only blame ourselves for participating... Speaking of participation, there are a few souls here who have yet to enter a photo in the contest. Like Max Caulfield, for example. Who I know can't wait to enter, right? I'm sure you read the syllabus like it was a Harry Potter book, so you must know today we're studying chiaroscuro; that beautiful word about the contrast between light and dark, the shadowplay that gives photography such...visual power. It's basic yin and yang. Black and white images are effective precisely because of their contrast. Although we don't technically "see" in monochrome--

Zachary bursts into the classroom.

Zachary: Yo, some crazy shit is going down at the girls' dorm! Check it!

Jefferson: Zachary, do not come into my class like that ever again--

All the students begin to leave their desks and head outside.

Jefferson: Listen! Everybody remain seated--

The students leave and the classroom is empty.

Jefferson: Dismissed...

Dormitories Edit

Girl shrieks in background.

Evan: Did you see that?

Dana: Is this for real?

Logan: Bitch flipped out!

Courtney: I didn't think she was that messed up...

Dana: Oh, my God!

Students' Comments About Kate

Zachary: Who is that up there?

Daniel: Oh, no! Is that Kate?

Trevor: I hope not.

Male Student: Holy shit! That chick is right on the ledge!

Taylor: If she jumps, she might not die...

Victoria: Yes, she will.

Alyssa: I cannot believe this, Brooke...

Dana: No! No!

Trevor: How long has she been up there?

Evan: Long enough.

Dana: Don't! Come down! Get down!

Brooke: Poor Kate. That fucking viral video.

Daniel: Man, this is so not why I came to Blackwell!

Kate jumps off the roof.

Max (thinking): Kate! No! Oh, God, I have to do something to help her! She can't die. She can't!

Max rewinds, but she gets an intense headache and her nose begins to bleed.

Max (thinking): Not again...not now...

Kate jumps off the roof again.

Max (thinking): I have to try something...I won't be able to rewind again and again...

As Max rewinds again, suddenly everything stops. Everyone and everything but Max is frozen in time.

Max (thinking): Keep...going...Max... You...can...do it...

Max walks toward the dormitory building and heads up to the roof.

Dormitory Roof Edit

Max arrives at the roof.

Max (thinking): Yes...

Everything returns to normal speed as time unfreezes. Max attempts to rewind, but groans in pain as she finds she cannot. Hearing Max, Kate turns around to face her.

Kate: What are you doing here, Max?

Max attempts to rewind again but fails.

Kate: Stop! Don't come near me!

Max (thinking): Not now... It won't work... I don't have any power... Now I have to do this by myself...?

Kate: Did you come to get another Pulitzer shot like yesterday, Max?

Max: I only wanted proof that David was harassing you!

Kate: More like you wanted another shot for the Max Caulfield scrapbook. You want another now? Huh?

Kate takes a step back.

Max: No! Please, Kate, you know me better than that...and I know you don't want to jump.

Kate: But I do. My life is already over...

Max: I've been bullied too, Kate. And even when I got picked on, I stood up for myself.

Kate: I know you only stand up for yourself. That's why you let David get in my face. Like everybody here...

Kate takes a step back.

Max: That's not true. People want to help you.

Kate: Yes, they want to help kill me. And they can get their wish...

Max: I'm so sorry, Kate. I thought I could help, but not by taking a picture. I'm ashamed...

Kate: I know you're scared of David. He's scary. And I know you only want to help...

Max: I let you down and I'm sorry. I only want to help you.

Kate: I wish you could... It's too late now... There's nothing for me here anymore...

Max: I had no idea what was going on between you and David...

Kate: Really? So you took a picture to find out?

Max: How else would I find out?

Kate: You'll find out if I jump right now... Everybody will...

Kate takes a step back.

Max: Kate, don't! Please!

Kate: Get out of here, Max, you can't change my mind. My life sucks and I want it over. Now.

Kate: Max, seriously, don't come near me. I will jump.

Max: Okay, okay. I'm right here. Kate, please...

Kate: Oh, Max, I know you want to help me... I love that you stepped up to David, but it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters.

Max: Don't worry, Kate, things will get better. I promise.

Max: You matter. And not just to me.

Kate: I do want to believe that...

Max: Kate, your life is still yours. And we can get through this together... Let me help.

Max: Like I helped by erasing all that crap people wrote on your room slate...

Max won't mention the slate.

Kate: I'm glad to hear you worry about me... That makes me feel better...

Max: Of course I worry. You're my friend, Kate.

Max: I'll always be here for you, Kate. My new motto is "Friends come first."

Kate: I did feel better talking to you on the phone. I always feel like you really listen.

Max: Like I helped by erasing all that crap people wrote on your room slate...

Kate: Thanks for that, but I needed you more when I called to actually talk. That's when I needed a friend.

Kate: You are such a liar! You wanted to help by ignoring my phone call?

Max: My phone died and I didn't have my charger. I swear...

Kate: I swear too: bullshit! Everybody says that to get out of talking!

Max: Not me. In fact, I was going to get a brand-new phone...

Kate: Don't say anything if you're going to use a dead phone excuse! Just tell me you didn't answer.

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: I fucked up and I'm sorry. Look, I'm here for you now.

Max: I swear, it was in silent mode and I didn't see it or I totally would have answered!

Kate: I needed you to answer, Max. Everybody thinks I'm a viral slut now.

Max: There is no "everybody," there's only your friends and your family who love you.

Max: I was with Chloe and she was having a serious problem too. I'm sorry.

Chloe: Apparently her problem is worse than mine. So why even bother with me? I'm done anyway.

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: No, you're not. And I'm here for you...

Max: I thought it was Warren! He's been blowing up my phone ever since I gave him my number...

Kate: So, obviously, you're all good with ignoring your friends. Like me. So who cares if Kate lives or dies?

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: I do! Just step back and listen to me!

Max: Kate, please trust me. Come stand by me, okay? I can help you now. I know I can.

Max: This morning I erased the weblink to the video... It was written on the shower room mirror...

Kate: Are you serious? Thank you so much!

Max won't mention erasing the link.

Kate: The fact that you don't care about that video and would come up here to stop me means a lot...

Max: Of course. Like I said this morning, I think Nathan is involved. I just need time to prove it. And I have a way with time...

Max: I care about you because I believe you were drugged. We will found out who did this and make them pay.

Kate: You sound so persuasive, Max... If only...

Max: Kate, I believe you. Will you believe me?

Max: This morning I erased the weblink to the video... It was written on the shower room mirror...

Kate: That's your story now. How can I trust you? What about this morning when I needed help? You told me to do nothing!

Kate: Oh, please! Now you want to help me? What about this morning when I needed it? You told me to do nothing!

Max: I believe you, Kate. But it's dangerous for both of us if I get involved now...

Kate: Like everybody at Blackwell, it's all about you. Even when I'm the victim.

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate: I told you exactly what happened! Well, it's too late to help, Max. Too late.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: Yes... I know I screwed up. I'm sorry, Kate.

Max: Kate, I'm gathering proof that Nathan Prescott drugged you. And you're not the only victim. So you have to help me take Nathan down.

Kate: Nathan Prescott? That makes sense... He's a scumbag. You have proof now?

Max: Soon. Then straight to the police. Think of it like we're cleansing Blackwell...

Kate: You do have my back, Max. That's the first time I've felt hopeful in a week...

Max: Good. We all need to have each other's backs. So I want you to come with me now...

Max: I wasn't sure what to do. There's been so much crazy shit going on, I...I can't even explain...

Kate: Yeah, it's all about Max Caulfield! I can't trust you or anybody! What's the point?

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: Wait, Kate! I am sorry!

Max: I needed more time to investigate on my own first...but we have to be careful...

Kate: You get to "be careful," but I'm the one in the goddamn video! Too late, Max. You're too late.

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: Yes... I know I screwed up. I'm sorry, Kate.

Max: Please...you don't have to do this...

Kate: Max, I'm in a nightmare and I can't wake up...unless I put myself to sleep. Then everybody at Blackwell can post pics of my body; I'm already on the internet forever. No wonder they call it a "web"; nothing can ever get out. Like my video... I wish I could go back in time and erase everything...

Max: Kate, there are billions of videos out there. Yours will fade away like white noise.

Kate: Oh, God. Please, Max. You haven't seen the looks I get...or the laughs.

Max: I understand, truly. I get bullied, too! But this is a blip...

Kate: Yep, my life is a blip. Blackwell taught me I'm worthless. I'll prove it right now...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: Kate! You can't do this to all the people who care about you!

Max: Kate, this is our chance to beat the bullies. That's the only way we can win against them.

Kate: Can we really, Max? I don't believe in miracles anymore either.

Max: Now I do. You're part of the reason why. If you come down with me, I can tell you more...

Kate: You're such a good person, Max. Even if you're full of crap. But I'll come with you...you're my friend.

Max: Forever. Can we hug on it?

Max: Nobody cares, Kate. There'll be another viral Victoria video in a day and everybody will forget.

Kate: You can't scrub my video from the internet...and that's how I'll be remembered. Unless I jump...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: Kate! You can't do this to all the people who care about you!

Kate: No...nobody cares about me...nobody...

Max: I saw that cute photo of you with your sisters in your room this morning. I can see how much your little sister loves you by her smile.

Max: You told me about your sisters, especially the youngest one... What's her name?

Kate: That's Lynn...she's only ten... She does have the best smile ever... I would hate to see her sad...

Max: Then make Lynn happy and step towards me. If she was here, you would know what to do. This isn't the end, Kate. There's no way God doesn't have big plans for you here...

Kate: Nice try, Max. But God put me on this roof.

Max: How does that Proverb go? "When justice is done, it brings joy to the righteous, but terror to the evildoers..."

Kate: I don't believe in justice, Max. I don't believe in anything anymore...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Max: Suicide is a sin, isn't it? If you believe in hell...you might end up there. I don't want that to happen.

Kate: What difference does it make? I'm already in hell anyway...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Max: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest..."

Kate: "Matthew 11:28"... I can't believe you quoted one of my favorite passages...

Max: Like I said, I care about you. I know this passage means a lot to you.

Max reaches out to Kate, who takes her hand. Max pulls her to safety.

Kate: I'm sorry...sorry...

Max: What are you talking about? You saved me from talking in class.

The two girls hug each other as the screen fades to black.

Max reaches out to Kate, who takes her hand. Max pulls her to safety.

Kate: I'm sorry...sorry...

Max: What are you talking about? You saved me from talking in class.

The two girls hug each other as the screen fades to black.

Max: What about your mother, Kate? You'll destroy her. She doesn't care about a video. She loves you.

Kate: You don't know my mother. At all. She already thinks Satan has me on the fast-track to Hell. Let's prove it...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: No! Kate, please stop... Listen... This isn't the end, Kate. There's no way God doesn't have big plans for you here...

Kate: Nice try, Max. But God put me on this roof.

Max: How does that Proverb go? "When justice is done, it brings joy to the righteous, but terror to the evildoers..."

Kate: I don't believe in justice, Max. I don't believe in anything anymore...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Max: Suicide is a sin, isn't it? If you believe in hell...you might end up there. I don't want that to happen.

Kate: What difference does it make? I'm already in hell anyway...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Max: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest..."

Kate: "Matthew 11:28"... I can't believe you quoted one of my favorite passages...

Max: Like I said, I care about you. I know this passage means a lot to you.

Max reaches out to Kate, who takes her hand. Max pulls her to safety.

Kate: I'm sorry...sorry...

Max: What are you talking about? You saved me from talking in class.

The two girls hug each other as the screen fades to black.

Max: Kate, I saw that card from your father. You can count on him; he clearly loves you without question.

Max: Kate, this will crush your father. You think he cares about a video? He loves you unconditionally...

Kate: Dad does care...even though I hurt him... He's the only one I know who believes in me...

Max: See? You're not alone. And nobody down there wants to see you up here. This isn't the end, Kate. There's no way God doesn't have big plans for you here...

Kate: Nice try, Max. But God put me on this roof.

Max: How does that Proverb go? "When justice is done, it brings joy to the righteous, but terror to the evildoers..."

Kate: I don't believe in justice, Max. I don't believe in anything anymore...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Max: Suicide is a sin, isn't it? If you believe in hell...you might end up there. I don't want that to happen.

Kate: What difference does it make? I'm already in hell anyway...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Max: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest..."

Kate: "Matthew 11:28"... I can't believe you quoted one of my favorite passages...

Max: Like I said, I care about you. I know this passage means a lot to you.

Max reaches out to Kate, who takes her hand. Max pulls her to safety.

Kate: I'm sorry...sorry...

Max: What are you talking about? You saved me from talking in class.

The two girls hug each other as the screen fades to black.

Max reaches out to Kate, who takes her hand. Max pulls her to safety.

Kate: I'm sorry...sorry...

Max: What are you talking about? You saved me from talking in class.

The two girls hug each other as the screen fades to black.

Max: Wait, Kate, think about your brothers. They need their sister...

Kate: You don't know me at all, Max. I told you I only have sisters. You never listen, because you don't give a damn! You will now!

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Kate takes a step back.

Max: No! Kate, please stop... Listen... This isn't the end, Kate. There's no way God doesn't have big plans for you here...

Kate: Nice try, Max. But God put me on this roof.

Max: How does that Proverb go? "When justice is done, it brings joy to the righteous, but terror to the evildoers..."

Kate: I don't believe in justice, Max. I don't believe in anything anymore...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Max: Suicide is a sin, isn't it? If you believe in hell...you might end up there. I don't want that to happen.

Kate: What difference does it make? I'm already in hell anyway...

Kate waves her hand and turns around, jumping off the edge of the roof. Max reaches out for Kate but her hand only grasps air.

Max: No!

Max slowly backs away, her hands over her face.

Max: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest..."

Kate: "Matthew 11:28"... I can't believe you quoted one of my favorite passages...

Max: Like I said, I care about you. I know this passage means a lot to you.

Max reaches out to Kate, who takes her hand. Max pulls her to safety.

Kate: I'm sorry...sorry...

Max: What are you talking about? You saved me from talking in class.

The two girls hug each other as the screen fades to black.

Principal's Office Edit

Principal Wells: Now, I know today was difficult for everybody, but I'm so proud of the way Blackwell pulled together to save a young girl's life. Of course, you're quite a hero for getting Kate to come down, Max.

Max: I didn't do much...

Jefferson: She's modest. Like a real hero.

David: Yeah. "Real hero."

Principal Wells: I know this isn't pleasant for any of us, but we have to go over what happened before Miss Marsh...before she did what she did. Officer Berry will be taking notes for the official police inquiry. I'm sure you'll give him your full cooperation. Such a tragedy...but there must be a reason for everything. We need to find out why Kate Marsh would be driven to such desperate action.

Principal Wells: As principal of Blackwell Academy, I take my duties seriously. I take the well-being of every student more seriously. What happened today should never happen in a hall of wisdom and knowledge. Mr. Madsen, as our head of security here, those roof doors should always be locked. That's just standard operating procedure. They were not. And that is indeed your responsibility. Mr. Jefferson, I know you can't be expected to know what your students are going through, but Kate has assisted you in class, so you should've known something was amiss. Mr. Prescott, since you are responsible for the Vortex Club parties, and since Miss Marsh did attend your last party, you'll have to answer some more questions. Miss Caulfield, why exactly were you on the roof with Kate Marsh? Did she tell you her plan? Or anything at all? Please, tell us everything.

Jefferson: Excuse me, I think Max and Nathan need a break before we grill them further.

Jefferson: A friend and student just tried to kill herself... They don't need this forum right now.

Jefferson: A friend and student is dead... They don't need this forum right now.

Nathan: Yes, I'm kinda devastated right now. I'd like to be with my family.

Principal Wells: Alright, Miss Caulfield, please sign here to confirm what you've told us. I'll continue this investigation from there.

Principal Wells slides a document toward Max.

Max (thinking): My head is killing me, but I think I can use my power again.

Max signs the statement.

Principal Wells: Well, I think we know less now than when we started. We'll be assisting the police with further inquiries. I know this has been a stressful day... I wish I had the power to change it all for the better... So, thank you for coming in.

Everyone but Principal Wells leaves the office.

Max and Warren sit together on the Main Campus at sunset.

Max: I couldn't even believe it was happening. It was literally slow motion as I grabbed her hand...and then I could feel her grabbing mine...

Warren: Max, that was the greatest thing I've ever seen! Ever! You reached out, she reached out...hugs, tears, applause! Like a superhero!

Max: Not quite. Look at me, I'm a mess.

Warren: You're glowing. Seriously! A human halo. I'm pretty sure you earned your wings today.

Max: I'm still worried about Kate. She did try to kill herself. All over a video...

Warren: "Viral" is the right word. Like a disease.

Max: So, you watched it?

Warren: Just one...and a half times...

Max: I just...can't believe it. It's like it wasn't even real...watching her drop like a weight... I really thought I could save her...like a superhero...

Warren: Come on, Max. Do not for a second blame yourself. Kate was on that roof for her reasons, not yours.

Max: My hand just reached out...

Warren: Stop it. You were the only one with balls enough to run to the roof. You were the only one who cared.

Max: Yeah, I sure made a big fucking difference. Maybe if more people cared...better people than me...

Warren: You're the best person around...

Max: Warren, I screwed up today.

Warren: That makes no logical sense.

Max: Warren, I don't mean to sound weird, but there's something ominous going on at Blackwell...

Warren: Today proves that.

Max: And I'm working on proof that Kate Marsh is connected to Rachel Amber...somehow. Along with Nathan and Mr. Madsen.

Warren: I'm not a big conspiracy guy, but I wouldn't doubt it. Nathan did scare me yesterday and Madsen is a straight-up dickhead. So...what do you think is really happening?

Max: What the hell is this...?

Max and Warren look at the sky, where the setting sun is suddenly eclipsed.

Max: The weather confirms this weird day... Feel that chill...

Warren: Max, there was no eclipse scheduled today... I would know. I would.

Max rubs her arms, feeling cold. Warren moves closer and wraps his arms around her.

Max: I believe you, Warren... I'll believe anything this week...

Epilogue Edit

David and Joyce hold hands in the backyard of their house, talking. Joyce hugs David.

Principal Wells argues with Jefferson in his car. Jefferson drives away.

Victoria is crying on her bed, her face buried in her hands. Nathan opens the door.

Frank sits on a rock at the beach, petting his dog next to him.

Kate wakes up in the hospital, surrounded by "get well" balloons.

A memorial created by the students sits at the front of Blackwell, covered in candles, a picture of Kate, notes from the students, and other mementos.

Chloe sits alone on the bench at the lighthouse cliff. She's smoking and holding her cellphone in her hand, waiting for Max to reply to her messages.

Chloe (SMS): Sorry about Kate. I hope you're ok.

Chloe (SMS): This eclipse freaks me out...

Max (SMS): Let's find out what's going on!

Max (SMS): Together!

A row of red binders are shown. The binders have various female names written on them. The last one in the row says "RACHEL." Another binder, labeled "KATE," lies on a table. Next to it is a photograph of Kate on a piece of paper with illegible writing all over it. A pen, X-ACTO knife, tube of glue, two containers of prescription pills, and a half-full glass of alcohol are also placed on the table.

END OF EPISODE 2: OUT OF TIME
Continue to Episode 3: Chaos Theory

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