Episode 1: Awake - Script

Script

This article is a script for Episode 1: Awake of Life is Strange: Before the Storm.

Prologue[]

Chloe Price, standing on train tracks and wearing a black hoodie, flicks her lighter a few times and lights up her cigarette. She takes a deep breath, then takes the cigarette out of her mouth and breathes out the smoke. A train begins to approach her. Chloe takes another couple hits from her cigarette before letting it fall in between the tracks. She jumps out of the way of the train at the last second, watching it go by, then takes off her hood and looks at the sawmill across from her.

Chloe: (thinking) I can't believe Firewalk is playing a show at the old mill. Fuck yes! Mom would kill me if she knew I was out here.

Chloe gets a running start and jumps over the fence, then turns to give it a double middle finger. She then walks down toward the mill.

Chloe: Ho-holy shit. This place is awesome.

Old Mill Entrance[]

Chloe: (thinking) If I'm gonna get inside, I'll have to get through that door.

Argument Between the Two Men

Man 1: That's exactly your problem. [scoffs] Meaning you. Yeah, YOUR problem. Not mine. [scoffs] I know your kind. I know your bullshit excuses too. [scoffs] Maybe I should slap those excuses out of you.

Man 2: But...i—it really wasn't my fault.

Man 1: You're always blaming everyone else but yourself.

Optional Conversation with the Arguing Men

Chloe: (thinking) Those guys need to get a room.

Man 1 shoves Man 2 and threateningly gestures and points toward him as Man 2 cowers with his hands up. Man 1 then slaps Man 2.

Chloe: (thinking) Or not. Damn.

Man 1: (to Chloe) Mind your own business.

Second Argument Between the Two Men

Man 2: I understand, I understand, really, an—and it won't ever happen again, I swear! You can trust me, I promise. I really get it now, I—I do.

Man 1: Do you? Because trust with me is earned in ACTIONS, not words. Got it?

Conversation with the Bouncer[]

Bouncer: Help you, miss?

Chloe: [hands him her ID] You gotta let me in, check it! I'm totally legit.

Bouncer: [analyzes it] It's not a bad fake, kid. But you're in over your head, here. Do yourself a favor and scram.

The bouncer throws her ID on the ground. Chloe picks it up and walks away from him.

Chloe: (thinking) Can't let him push me around. Should I go back and stand up to him? Or can something around here help me convince him?

Chloe can try to walk past the bouncer to the door. He holds out his arm to block her and she turns around exasperation.

Bouncer: Keep walking, kid.

Second Conversation with the Bouncer

Bouncer: God, again? What do you want, kid?

Chloe: This is the old mill, right? I heard Firewalk is playing here tonight. They're awesome.
Bouncer: [looks at the door behind him] Nope.
Chloe: Are you kidding?
Bouncer: You should probably just go.

Chloe: Is that your bike over there?
Bouncer: Yup.
Chloe: It's, uh...pretty cool.

Bouncer: Gee, thanks. Is that all?

Chloe: Nevermind. [walks away]
Bouncer: Yeah, keep walking.

Firewalk Bouncer Backtalk Challenge
Chloe: (thinking) I have to convince this doorstop that I'm not giving up until he lets me inside.
Chloe: Don't you remember what it's like to be a teenager? I just wanna see the band!
Bouncer: I thought we went over this. Isn't it past your bedtime?

Chloe: Aw, isn't it past yours?
Bouncer: Real cute. But I still don't know you.

Chloe: I don't sleep. It's for the weak.
Bouncer: Real cute. But I still don't know you.

Chloe: Come on, bro! Do me a solid, yo!
Bouncer: Stop being cute and just split.

Chloe: Ah, come on. What could it hurt?
Bouncer: Kid, you're not listening. Beat it!

Chloe: Look at my face. Do I look "cute"? Or do I look like I’m going to kick your ass?
Bouncer: (chuckles) Okay, kid. I get it, you're tough.

Chloe: Kittens riding tiny mopeds are cute. I’m more like...Red Sonja riding a Panzer tank.
Bouncer: (chuckles) Okay, kid. I get it, you're tough.

Chloe: Maybe I am a kid, because this place looks like a damn playground to me.
Bouncer: A girl like you...I can't protect you in there.

Chloe: You know what? I don’t need your permission. I’ll find my own way inside.
Bouncer: Girls like you get chewed up in there.

Chloe: I am not a damn kid! Other things I'm not: young lady. Kiddo. Chica. Sweetcakes.
Bouncer: A girl like you...I can't protect you in there.

Chloe: You mean a girl who doesn’t take shit from a walking pair of biceps like you? That kind of girl?
Bouncer: My boss will kill me if I let you in.

Chloe: Girls? Girls kick ass, you idiot. I can take care of myself.
Bouncer: My boss will kill me if I let you in.

Chloe: A girl like you with pretty, pretty flowers on her bicycle shouldn't lecture me on what I can do.
Bouncer: That's a traditional Samoan—! [laughs] Look. My boss decides who gets in, alright?

Chloe: What happens to me is my business. Let me worry about that.
Bouncer: (angrily) My boss will kill me if I let you in.

Chloe: Is your boss your mom? Follow-up: do you live in your boss's basement?
Bouncer: (laughs) Okay, you're funny. But that's not the point.

Chloe: Just look the other way. No one will know! Besides, people love me. I'm funny.
Bouncer: Around here funny people have a way of getting hurt.

Chloe: Bosses suck. Screw the man and fuck the rules, dude!
Bouncer: (laughs) Okay, you're funny. But that's not the point.

Chloe: Knock, knock. [faking the Bouncer's voice] Who's there? [normal voice] It's me, your balls. Stop being a scared little douchebag and let this totally cool chick inside already.
Bouncer: Being mean won't get you anywhere, kid.

Chloe: You know...you can't spell "fun" without...F (lifts middle finger) U! (lifts other middle finger)
Bouncer: Being mean won't get you anywhere, kid.

Chloe: Dude, relax already. You're flexing so hard you're going to pop.
Bouncer: Keep pushing me. See where it gets you.

Chloe: I'm sorry, okay? I just really want to get in.
Bouncer: Doesn't matter. Damon doesn't like new people, okay?

Chloe: Did I hurt your feelings? Are you going to go home now and eat a pint of cookie dough, in the dark, sobbing?
Bouncer: You know, Damon would probably get a kick out of you...

Chloe: Oh hey, Bowser called. He wants his jewelry back.
Bouncer: You know, Damon would probably get a kick out of you...

Chloe: Who's Damon? The guy who made you his bitch in prison?
The bouncer will let Chloe inside.

Chloe: I'm...running out of witty things to say, so how's this: you suck. Now get out of my way!
The bouncer won't let Chloe inside.

Chloe: Damon? Do I give a shit about what he thinks? Let's see...nope!
The bouncer will let Chloe inside.

Bouncer: You're—you're not accepting "no" for an answer, are you?
Chloe: Nope.
Bouncer: [laughs] And you really think you can take me?
Chloe: Yep.
Bouncer: What if I had a knife?
Chloe: No problem.
Bouncer: A gun?
Chloe: Don't care.
Bouncer: What if I had—?
Chloe: You could have a flamethrower, an army of robot ninjas, and a motherfucking dragon on a leash in there, and I'd still kick your ass.
Bouncer: [laughs] I give up! You're alright, kid. Go on in.

Bouncer: Why can't you get it through your thick skull that you're not—?
Chloe: What's wrong? Don't know how to—
Bouncer: If you'll let me finish, you'll understand that—
Chloe: Understand what? That you're a pathetic—
Bouncer: You're not getting in! Now get the hell out of here!
Chloe: (thinking) Great. Now how am I going to get inside? Maybe there's another way in around here. There's got to be another entrance nearby.
Chloe goes to the dog kennel near the bikes and moves it to the backdoor.
Chloe: (thinking) This thing's heavier than it looks.
Chloe gets up on the dog kennel and opens the door's latch.
Chloe: (thinking) Score.

Punk Club[]

Chloe: (thinking) This is intense!
A pitbull barks at Chloe.
Chloe: Shit!
Man: Hey, Delia! Come.
Chloe: Cute dog.

The pitbull doesn't bark at Chloe.

Chloe: (thinking) Just follow the lights and the sound. Can't wait to get in there and thrash!

Optional Conversation with the Pitbull's Owner[]

Chloe: What's her name?

Man: Delia.

Chloe bends down and pets the pitbull.

Man: She doesn't usually like people.

Chloe: (standing up) Yeah, me neither.

T-Shirt Vendor's Phone Conversation

T-Shirt Vendor: No. No, no, no, no, no. Look, we have to set this up exactly as I've explained it to you. Alright, it's not gonna take any more than an hour to do it. I can't hear you. Can you talk louder, please? Okay, good. That's exactly what we need. Thank you. Yeah, I mean, they're gonna sell out. This place is bombed! Okay, good. Right, well, that would help.

Optional Conversation with the T-Shirt Vendor[]

Chloe: Hey, are you selling any—?

Vendor: Twenty bucks!

Chloe: What?

Vendor: Twenty bucks for a t-shirt.

Chloe: That’s...really expensive. (thinking) Dick.

Second Optional Conversation with the T-Shirt Vendor

Vendor: If you don't have twenty bucks, beat it.

Chloe: (thinking) Still a dick.

Chloe can try to take a t-shirt from the vendor's car. She reaches the shirt and the vendor slaps her hand away.

Vendor: Hey! I told you, twenty bucks. You looking to get beat?

Vendor: Twenty bucks, baby.
Chloe: Twenty bucks?! That's robbery. And don’t call me "baby".
Vendor: Fine. Twenty bucks, thief.

Chloe: (thinking) That guy’s a dick. If I want a shirt, I’m going to need to get creative.

Chloe approaches the vendor's car.

Chloe: (thinking) Sorry, dude. Maybe you shouldn't overcharge.

Chloe releases the parking brake and the car slides down.

Vendor: Ah, shit. No, no, no, no, no, no! Come on!

The vendor goes talk to the truck driver.

Chloe: (thinking) Thanks for playing. Dick.

Chloe takes the shirt out of the car.

Chloe: (thinking) Ah, yeah. Sweet, sweet victory.

Chloe spots a box with money near the shirts.

Chloe: (thinking) That's like...two hundred bucks!

Chloe: (thinking) Holy shit. I'm rich!

Chloe: (thinking) Not worth it. These guys might burn me at the stake.

Conversation with the Skeevy Guys[]

Chloe sees the crowd and tries to push through it.

Chloe: (thinking) Here we go.

A man in crowd elbows Chloe backward and she bumps into a man, spilling his beer.

Chloe: (thinking) Oh, fuck.

Guy 1: Hey, you okay?

Chloe: I'm fine.

Chloe tries to leave, but the guy steps in her way.

Guy 1: Relax. You bumped into me, remember?

Chloe: Yep, my bad, dude.
Guy 1: You don't know who I am, do you?
Chloe: Nope. Don't care, either.

Chloe: Fuck off, man.
Guy 1: You don't know who I am, do you? [blows cigarette smoke right into Chloe's face]

Chloe: Uh, no. And I give zero shits.

Guy 1: Let me know how that works out for you.

Guy 2: Bitch!

Chloe flips them off and walks away from them.

Chloe: (thinking) Alright, mosh pit is a no go. Fine.

Chloe looks at the stairwell near the entrance.

Chloe: (thinking) Maybe I can get a better view of the action from up above.

Conversation with Frank[]

Chloe: Yo, Frank!

Frank: Hey...

Chloe: (looking at him, confused) Chloe.

Frank: I know your name, you idiot. You bought pot from me every month for a year. Look at that getup. Studs? You're trying too hard. What are you even doing here?

Chloe: I'm trying to see this damn band, but this place is crazy packed. Hard to get to the stage.

Chloe: I'm here to see Firewalk, man. They rock.

Frank: How'd you even hear about this little shindig?

Chloe: God, the internet? How else?

Frank: Seriously? Fucking kids...

Chloe: Okay, so, you holding? I could definitely use something to take the edge off.
Frank: Of course. As soon as you give me the 175 bucks you owe me.

Chloe: Nevermind, then.
Frank: Suit yourself.

Chloe: How about you spot me some? You know I'm good for it.
Frank: No way. I learned my lesson last time. Money first.

Chloe: (takes out money) Toss in a dime bag and we'll call it square?
Frank: (standing up quickly and taking the money) Hey, hey! What are you waving around this kind of money here for? You really don't think before you act, do you?
Chloe: Nope. So where's my pot?
Frank: (handing her the weed) No more loans. I'm not your fucking piggy bank.
Chloe: (taking the weed) You're a good man, Frank.
Frank: No, I'm not. Now beat it, Price. You're cramping my style.

Chloe: So...you come here a lot, or...
Frank: Yeah.
Chloe: Right, it's cool.
Frank: I'm really glad you approve.

Chloe: Where do those stairs go?
Frank: Uh, up?
Chloe: Real helpful, Frank. I mean, will I get a better view of the band up there?
Frank: How the fuck should I know? Floor above's rotted all to hell, okay? No one goes up there.
Chloe: Fine.

Chloe: Did you see that guy I ran into? Acted like I was supposed to know who the hell he was.
Frank: Ah, yeah. I know him. He works for Damon.

Chloe: Damon Merrick?
Frank: I see you've heard about him. This is his place. Damon's...a friend of mine.

Chloe: Damon who?
Frank: This is his place. He's...a friend of mine.

Chloe: I'll see you later.
Frank: Whatever.

Second Floor[]

Chloe manages to go upstairs and see the band.

Chloe: Fuck yes! Finally made it, I can't believe it!

Chloe cheers and dances, then lies down, still dancing to the music. After a few moments, the guy she ran into earlier and his friend come to confront her.

Guy 1: (pointing his finger in front of her face) You spilled my beer, bitch.

Chloe gets up from the ground.

Chloe: You should be more careful. It's a rough place.

Guy 1: I don't like your attitude.

Chloe: Hey, I'm sorry about the beer, okay?

Guy 1: Not good enough.

Chloe tries to leave but Guy 1 pushes her.

Guy 1: (laughs) Oh, we're not done.

Chloe: Then how about I show you how unimpressed I am with limp dick assholes who get butthurt over a spilled beer?
Guy 2: I think she's calling us out, dude.
Guy 1: She's gonna regret every word. (pointing at her) Every. Word.
Guy 2: This is gonna be good.
Guy 1: I'm gonna teach this little punk some manners.
Chloe: I'm serious! You want to see me get angry, here? Because I'm getting there. And it won't be pretty. It won't!
Guy 2: She thinks she can take you?
Guy 1 breaks a bottle and grabs Chloe's arm.
Rachel: Hey, dickhead!

Chloe knees Guy 1 in the balls (or hits him in the forehead with a bottle, if she took it earlier) and Guy 2 punches her in the eye. Guy 2 goes to help Guy 1 who's on the floor and Chloe runs to Rachel.

Chloe runs away from Guy 1 and he tries to reach her, but Rachel throws a bottle right at his forehead and he falls to the ground.

Chloe: Rachel?

They look at each other and notice Guy 2 helping Guy 1 to get up.

Rachel: (taking Chloe's hand) Come on!

They run downstairs and Rachel frees her hand from Chloe's. Chloe stops and looks back to see if the guys are coming.

Rachel: Hurry up!

Rachel takes Chloe's hand again and they run towards the entrance to the show. Frank sees them and Chloe stops, looking at the guys behind him. Frank looks at the guys and back to Chloe and Rachel. He then jumps in front of the guys.

Guy 1: Let me go, Frank!

Frank: Not gonna happen. Calm down!

Rachel and Chloe smile at them.

Guy 1: Come on, man!

Frank: Walk away.

Guy 1: Screw this!

Rachel blows them a kiss and pulls Chloe by the hand, who also blows them a kiss and flips them off.

Guy 1: Bullshit!

Frank: Get the fuck out of here!

The men leave and Frank looks back to see that Rachel and Chloe are gone. In front of the stage, Rachel and Chloe dance together. The night ends with Chloe making one last pose before going back to dancing.

Chloe's House[]

Upstairs[]

Chloe's alarm clock starts playing music and she wakes up. If she attacked the skeevy guys, she will now have a bruise under her eye. She rolls on her side and picks up her ashtray, then she puts the ashtray below her chest and starts smoking. After a few moments she stops smoking, puts the ashtray away and sits up on her bed.

Chloe: (thinking) Sometimes...all I want to do is shut my eyes and tell the world to go to hell.

Chloe: (looking at her journal) Daily rituals are important, even when they involve writing unread letters to friends who've forgotten you... (looking at her photo with William and Max) Hey, Max. Hey, Dad. Another day in paradise, right?

Joyce: (from downstairs) Chloe! Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!

Chloe: (thinking) Last night... Seeing Firewalk live... The skeevy assholes... That...girl... [standing up] Was that really Rachel Amber?

Chloe: (thinking) I smell like cigarettes and beer. Better change clothes.

Chloe goes to her drawer and gets changed.

(Bought weed from Frank)

Chloe: (thinking) Can't leave without my vitamins.
Chloe goes to a tray near her bed and picks up the weed, keeping it in her back pocket.

Chloe: (thinking) I really should get going.

Chloe goes to open the door but stops.

Chloe: (thinking) Shit, where's my phone? It's not here. How drunk was I last night?

Joyce: (from downstairs) Chloe! I said breakfast!

Chloe: (thinking) Guess I better try calling my phone with Mom's.

Chloe leaves her room.

Chloe: (thinking) Okay, Mom's phone is probably in her room. I can use it to call mine, then figure out where the hell I left it.

Chloe enters and explores Joyce and David's room. She then gets her mom's phone from the nightstand and unlocks it.

Chloe: (seeing the background photo of Joyce and David) How can Mom look at this every day and not see what a tool she's dating?

Chloe calls her phone and hears it ringing, then she puts her mom's phone back on the nightstand.

Chloe: (thinking) Sounds like my phone is definitely nearby...

Chloe follows the sound and finds her phone on the bathroom floor, under a towel, beside the toilet.

Chloe: (thinking) There we go. Wonder how many calls I've missed.

Joyce: (from downstairs) Chloe, breakfast! Bring my purse down with you, please!

Chloe: (putting her phone in her back pocket) Yeah, yeah, okay. (thinking) I think I saw Mom's purse in her room.

Chloe goes back to Joyce and David's room and takes her purse.

Joyce: (from downstairs) Oh, can you grab my cellphone too? No more dawdling, I need to talk to you!

Chloe: (thinking) Yeah, that really makes me want to hurry.

Chloe slips Joyce's phone into her purse and leaves the room. She then goes downstairs.

Chloe: Coming, Mom!

Downstairs[]

Joyce: Finally! You can put my purse on the dining table. Might still have time for breakfast if you hurry.

Chloe: (thinking) Dining table, here I come.

Chloe goes to the dining table and puts down Joyce's purse.

Joyce: Chloe, I don't have all day. Would you get over here already?

Chloe: (thinking) I should see what Mom wants before she strokes out.

Conversation with Joyce

Chloe: Hey, Mom. You wanted to talk?

(Attacked Skeevy Guys)

Joyce: Chloe! What happened to you?
Chloe: It's no big deal. I walked into a door.
Joyce: You seem to be walking into a lot of doors lately.

Joyce: When I send you a text message, Chloe, like last night, I need you to answer.

Chloe: You can just say "text". You don't have to say "message".

Joyce: And I need you to answer without the snark.

Chloe: Sorry. I hear you. I'll do better about replying.
Joyce: Thank you.

Chloe: I was sleeping. I didn't get your texts until just now.
Joyce: You make it so hard to trust you.

Chloe: Is that what you wanted to talk about?

Joyce: What is it with you and David? Always cutting to the chase. Why can't we just have some pleasant conversation before school?

Chloe: Ah, right. School. My favorite.
Joyce: You used to love to learn.
Chloe: Yeah. I used to think drugs were lame, too.
Joyce: I wish you wouldn't joke like that.

Chloe: You do realize I hate your boyfriend with every fiber of my being, right?
Joyce: Chloe! You don't hate him.
Chloe: He calls me "girlie". He's a dickhole.
Joyce: He can be old-fashioned.
Chloe: Yeah. An old-fashioned dickhole.

Chloe: I thought you hated pot roast.
Joyce: You can have a no-thank-you helping.
Chloe: No, you hate pot roast. I don't care.
Joyce: I don't hate it. And David likes it. And don't say you don't care.
Chloe: So that's what we're doing now? Whatever your boyfriend likes?

Chloe: Are you selling your engagement ring?
Joyce: Chloe, jewelry gets appraised for all sorts of reasons. Like for insurance.
Chloe: Nice dodge.
Joyce: How about this...you don't go in my bedroom when I'm not there?
Chloe: How about you don't ask me to get your damn purse, then?

Joyce: Let's not fight. I made you breakfast!

Chloe: Nah, I'll just...grab something later.

Joyce: Oh, you'll enjoy this. The other day I made four eggs, two for David, two for me. And just before I served them, he says, "What are you gonna eat?"

Chloe: I'll enjoy that, huh?

Joyce: Firewalk. Is that the band you mentioned last week?
Chloe: I'm still bummed you wouldn't let me go.
Joyce: Mm-hmm.

Joyce: Tired, huh? That'll teach you to break curfew.

Chloe: What?

Joyce: I know what time you came home last night. And don't think you can get out of school just because you missed the bus again.

Chloe: Why would you assume that—?

Joyce: Who do you think your principal calls when you skip? Do you think I enjoy lying for you, saying you're sick just so you don't get expelled?

(Bought weed from Frank)

Joyce: And I do know what pot smells like, you know.

Joyce: Between your grades and your disregard for my rules... I see you slipping. I'm worried.

Chloe: But Mom... The whole point of lowering expectations is so you won't be disappointed in me ever again.

Joyce: You're happy doing what you're doing? Fine. Keep at it. Just let me know so I can stop fighting with Blackwell to keep you on scholarship. Money's tight enough as it is.

Chloe: Maybe I just need to be left alone.
Joyce: Maybe you're sixteen and don't know what you need.

Chloe: Maybe David should start paying rent. He spends the night often enough.
Joyce: How would you know? You're never here yourself.

Joyce: David thinks you need discipline.

Chloe: David should mind his own business.

Joyce: I think it's great David's taking an interest. He's a good man. Maybe he can help.

Chloe: Dad was a good man.
Joyce: That's not fair. I'm...glad your father still has a place in your heart. But sometimes we need to make more room in our hearts for new people.
Chloe: And sometimes, when we're incredibly desperate and lonely, we choose the absolute wrong kind of people to let into our hearts...Mom.

Chloe: Your boyfriend's an asshole.
Joyce: He's been good for me. Maybe he rubs you the wrong way because you've been rude.
Chloe: He's still breathing. That means I've been more than fair.

Joyce: David's had some hard times, too, you know. If he's kind enough to share his experience, I expect you to listen...

Chloe: Like I'd let him get within fifteen feet of me.

Joyce: ...when he takes you to school today.

Chloe: Very funny.

Joyce: You will be nice. You will be respectful. And you will say thank you.

Chloe: Are you serious? This is such...

Joyce: What, Chloe? Such what?

Chloe: (thinking) Ugh! Mom's trying, I guess. Maybe I should, too. But what's the point in getting along if it means pretending everything's fine when it's not?

Chloe: Mom, I know you're dealing with a lot.
Joyce: Thank you. I understand you don't need me as much anymore. But I need you.
Chloe: I do still need you. You're my mom.
Joyce: I'm proud of you for being so self-sufficient. But the whole world's not out to get you.
Chloe: Tell that to the world.
Joyce: You're impossible! But I love you.
Chloe: I love you, too.
Joyce: Mm-hmm. Okay, David's waiting. You'll need to bring him his keys from the ashtray. Try not to kill each other.
Chloe: Got it. Unless he tries to give me advice. Or looks at me funny.
Joyce: Chloe!
Chloe: Or looks at me at all.
Joyce: Chloe.
Chloe: Mom.
Joyce: Have a good day.
Chloe: You too.

Chloe: You want me to pretend I'm okay with David, that everything's okay? I'm not. He's a chauvinistic piece of shit, frankly, and—
Joyce: Chloe! If your father could hear you...
Chloe: No, you're right. I'm sure Dad and the Mustache would get along great. It's a big bed. There's room enough for all three of you.
Joyce: That's enough! All I'm asking for is a little respect. Why is that too much? I love you, Chloe. I miss you. Nobody could have replaced your father. I did the best I could.
Chloe: Mom...
Joyce: I don't know where I lost you.
Chloe: You didn't lose me.
Joyce: Right. David's waiting. He'll need the keys. They're in that ashtray you made me. Go be his problem now.

Chloe: (thinking) Bringing David his keys is about the most humiliating thing Mom could ask me to do.

Slip money in Joyce's purse (stole vendor's money and didn't buy weed from Frank)

Chloe looks back to see if Joyce is not looking and quickly puts the money in her mom's purse.
Chloe: You're welcome.

Chloe goes to the ashtray and takes the keys from it, holding them at arm's length.

Chloe: (thinking) Let's get these to David so he can drive away. No point in putting off the inevitable torture of driving to school with David. I better get going.

Outside[]

Chloe leaves the house and sees David.

Chloe: (thinking) What a piece of crap. The car, too.

She jumps to the floor and David turns his attention to her.

David: Why do you women always take forever to get ready?

Chloe: We're hoping you men'll leave without us.

Chloe throws the keys to David and he catches them in time, putting them in his back pocket. He snaps and points down, indicating for her to stand next to him.

Chloe: (thinking) No, Mom, I swear he beat himself to death with a tire iron. Repeatedly.

She goes to his side and he starts talking.

(Attacked Skeevy Guys)

David: Chloe, is that a black eye?
Chloe: No.
David: Insubordination. No wonder your mother's worried about you.
Chloe: Ah, that's sweet.
David: When I was your age, I got into my share of scraps. But it's not responsible. You owe it to your mother to do better.
Chloe: (thinking) Tell me again what I owe my mother, dirtbag.

David: Electrode insulator's probably cracked. You know what a spark plug does?

Chloe: Yes.

David: It ignites the—

Chloe: Did you not hear me? I said I know what it does.

David: Then go grab my socket wrench set from the garage and we can get moving.

Chloe: (thinking) What is this, quality time? Ugh. Better just get the socket wrench and get this over with.

Chloe goes towards the garage and sees some of David's things.

Chloe: (thinking) What's David doing, leaving stuff in our garage anyway? Does he think he's moving in or something?

She goes to his toolbox, leans down and opens it. She then takes the socket wrench.

Chloe: (thinking) Fifty-fifty chance I smash him in the face with this. Sixty-forty. Maybe ninety-ten.

Chloe goes back to David and shows him the socket wrench.

David: A little more hustle wouldn't have killed you.

David reaches to take the socket wrench but Chloe moves her hand away. He frowns at her and holds out his hand, and she gives him the socket wrench. He takes it and goes back to fixing his car.

David: See what's gunking up the works there? That's a sign of—

Chloe: Carbon deposits? No shit.

David: You know, you could actually be good at this if you lost the attitude.

Chloe: My attitude is what makes me special, David.

David: Alright.

David finishes fixing the car and closes the hood. He then holds his fist out for a fist bump.

Chloe: Fine, whatever.
She bumps her fist into his and wipes her hand off on her pants.

Chloe backs away from him but he takes her wrist and bumps his fist into her hand.
Chloe: What the f—
David: How you do anything is how you do everything.
Chloe: (thinking) Now I need a shower.

David goes to the garage and puts back the socket wrench inside his toolbox. He takes the toolbox from the ground and walks towards a table in the corner.

Chloe: Hey, you're taking those tools with you, right?

David: (putting the toolbox on the table) Every house needs a good toolbox.

Chloe: (sighs) We've already got one. But thanks.

David looks at Chloe and looks back at the small toolbox beside his big one on the table and laughs. Then, both he and Chloe get into the car.

David's Car[]

David: Ready to...roll?

Chloe: (thinking) Please don't want to talk. Please don't want to talk. Please don't want to—

David: I want to talk to you about something.

Chloe: (thinking) Fuck!

David: We don't have to like each other, but you will respect me. You've enjoyed enough of a vacation from having a father figure. So there's some things I want to be real clear about...

Chloe: Mmm-hmmmm.
David: Joyce...your mother...she's hurting, Chloe. Hurting for you. You've had it rough, no doubt about it. But all this staying out late, ignoring her command, drinking...drug use? It's making everything harder. For her. You need to shape up, get your act together, and put someone else first for a damn change. Am I making myself clear?
Chloe: (thinking) Is it crazy if part of what David's saying makes sense to me?

Chloe: Got it. Thanks. We should really get going.
David: (surprised) Glad we understand each other.

Chloe says nothing.
David: You don't know how lucky you are to have a mother like Joyce. She's an amazing woman. Coddles you, it's true. But it's only because she loves you. Problem is, you don't learn discipline that way. Give me one chance to show her how things could be, and you'll be singing a different tune. Mark my words...

David's Backtalk Challenge
Chloe: (thinking) Respect him? I think it's time I show this asshole I'm not interested in anything he has to say.
Chloe: What's clear is fuck you.
David: Language! You are way out of line, young lady.
Chloe: Language?

Chloe: Je m'appelle don't give a shit!
David: You've got a smart mouth, don'tcha?

Chloe: Here, let me put that in a language you'll understand: Foxtrot. Uniform.
David: You've got a smart mouth, don'tcha?

Chloe: I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously with that mustache.
David: You're so smart. Too bad you don't know who you're dealing with here.

Chloe: I don't think I'm smart. I just think you're stupid. Because, obviously.
David: Hey! Watch your—I can crap bigger than you, got it?

Chloe: You can't threaten me. You know how I know? Because you just tried and fuck you.
David: I can crap bigger than you. Just remember that.

Chloe: Let me dumb it down for you. I mean...sorry. What has fewer syllables than "dumb"?
David: Hey! Watch your—I can crap bigger than you, got it?

Chloe: Ohhhh, that's what I smell. A giant load of crap.
David: You—! Your mother... You're breaking her heart!

Chloe: Then I hope you're a better plumber than you are a mechanic.
David: You—! Your mother... You're breaking her heart!

Chloe: Can you just shoot me to put me out of my misery? Or yourself, same reason?
David: It would break your mother's heart to hear you being so disrespectful.

Chloe: Your fake-ass concern can eat a dick, and so can you.
David: In the army that kind of talk would get you assigned to KP duty for a month.

Chloe: Leave Mom out of this. This is about you, and me, and you being an asshole.
David: I was in the army! You will respect me!

Chloe: At least she has a heart. All you have is...what's it called when you've got one pornstache and zero game?
David: I was in the army! You will respect me!

Chloe: I don't remember enlisting. So don't treat me like your newest recruit.
David: Look. Now. In this house—I have my job to do and...so do you!

Chloe: You're not my father. You're not even on the same planet as my father.
David: My job is to make sure you and your mother have a safe and peaceful home.

Chloe: Doesn't the constitution say "No soldiers quartered in civilian homes without consent"? Because for the record? I do not consent.
David: Look. Now. In this house—I have my job to do and...so do you!

Chloe: Can you just go away and we'll pretend this never happened? And by "this" I mean you.
Chloe loses.

Chloe: Have you considered telecommuting? I feel like you could keep us safer from Florida.
Chloe wins.

Chloe: If your job is to fuck up my life, then someone should give you a raise. And the corner fucking office.
Chloe wins.

Chloe: Do I come to your place of employment and—oh, that's right, you don't have one.
Chloe wins.

David: If you were a man, I'd...
Chloe: It's cool. If you were a man, I wouldn't go so easy on you either.
David: Don't know why I bother trying.
Chloe: (thinking) Mission accomplished.

David: That's enough! I won't stand for your disrespectful mouth. Regard for authority unites us. Gives us dignity. And we are better united than divided.Joyce...your mother...she's hurting, Chloe. Hurting for you. You've had it rough, no doubt about it. But all this staying out late, ignoring her command, drinking...drug use? It's making everything harder. For her. You need to shape up, get your act together, and put someone else first for a damn change. Am I making myself clear?
Chloe: (thinking) Is it crazy if part of what David's saying makes sense to me?

Chloe: Got it. Thanks. We should really get going.
David: (surprised) Glad we understand each other.

Chloe says nothing.
David: You don't know how lucky you are to have a mother like Joyce. She's an amazing woman. Coddles you, it's true. But it's only because she loves you. Problem is, you don't learn discipline that way. Give me one chance to show her how things could be, and you'll be singing a different tune. Mark my words...

Chloe leans in her seat and falls asleep.

Dream[]

Chloe wakes up in William's car.

Chloe: (thinking) Country...music? Dad loved this song... [waving her hand on the window and singing] I just called to tell you that I miss you my old friend. Burnin' the midnight oil again. (thinking) What a beautiful day.

First Conversation with William

Chloe: Dad, turn it up!

William turns up the music.

Second Conversation with William

Chloe: Where we going, Dad?

William doesn't answer.

Chloe looks at the socket wrench in front of her.

Chloe: (thinking) I know what a spark plug does, jerkwad.

Chloe looks at the purse beside her.

Joyce's purse is filled with framed photos. Chloe sees the said family photo with David replacing William.
Chloe: (thinking) This...this isn't right...

Joyce's purse is filled with condoms.

Chloe: (thinking) I guess Mom left her purse back here?

Joyce's purse is filled with unpaid bills.
Chloe: (thinking) I guess Mom left her purse back here?

William: (singing) Pickin' up my lover from the grocery store.

Chloe hears a horn three times and approaches William in panic.

Chloe: (screaming) DAD!

A truck crashes into the left side of the car, hitting William, and then everything goes black.

Blackwell[]

David's Car[]

David: Hey!

Chloe: (wakes up) ...the hell?

David: Out of the car, Chloe. You're going to be late.

Chloe opens the door, gets out of the car and stands holding the door looking at David.

Chloe: Whatever.
David: You're welcome!

Chloe: Shit. Thanks.
David: Don't use that sarcastic tone with me, young lady. I can see you rolling your eyes.
Chloe: Uh, hello, I was actually saying tha—
David: I see everything.
Chloe: I'll...warn everything.

Chloe closes the door and David leaves.

Chloe: Hello, BlackHell.

Chloe enters the main campus. Eliot sees her, puts down the book he's reading, and approaches her.

Conversation with Eliot[]

Eliot: Hey, Chloe.

Chloe: Oh, hey, Eliot.

(Attacked Skeevy Guys)

Eliot: Wait, what happened to your face? Do you need to go to the nurse or something?
Chloe: What, this? You should see the other guy.
Eliot: Guess it's true then.

Eliot: I heard you had a hell of a night. I mean, people are talking about it.

Chloe: Who exactly is talking shit about me?
Eliot: You know...haters. On social media.
Chloe: Great. I wish I could tell everyone to just get a life.

Chloe: People can eat a dick. Even social media haters can't ruin how awesome last night was.

Eliot: So how about The Tempest... Blackwell Theater at its most pretentious.

Chloe: (looks at The Tempest poster on a noticeboard nearby) Yeah, totally.

Eliot: I know it's gonna be lame, but I was thinking...do you want to go together tomorrow?

Chloe: No way. I'd rather have my eyes gouged out with rusted forks.
Eliot: Yeah, right. Me, too, I guess.

Chloe: I try to make it a rule not to go to school any more than I have to. But sitting in the back row and making fun of the drama kids might not suck.
Eliot: Right? That's totally what I was thinking.

Chloe: Alright, see you in chem.

Eliot: Yeah, for sure!

Chloe waves goodbye, turning away, and Eliot goes back to reading his book.

Chloe: (thinking) Gotta track down Steph to pick up my DVD. I've still got time before class.

Optional Conversation with Skip[]

Chloe: Hey, Skip. Stopped any gang wars lately?

Skip: Not today.

(Attacked Skeevy Guys)

Skip: Looks like you did, though!
Chloe: Huh? Ah, right. Whatever.

Skip: I did ask Justin Williams's mom to move her Mercedes out of handicapped parking.

Chloe: Badass.

Skip: Yeah, you know how I roll.

Chloe: So I went to the mill last night, caught Firewalk live.

Skip: Yeah, I can see that... Wait, you went to the mill last night?

Skip: You went to the mill? Wait, you saw Firewalk?

Chloe: It was cool.
Skip: Whoa! Pretty wicked. I didn't know you were into music like that.

Chloe: What, like good music?
Skip: (laughs) Preach it, sister.

Chloe: You can't judge a girl by the elitist, fascist school her mother makes her go to, you know?
Skip: (laughs) I get that.

Skip: I'm in a band, actually.
Chloe: No shit, really?
Skip: We're called PissHead? I—It's not a big deal or anything. I mean, I'm trying to get our demo out there, but it's hard.
Chloe: PissHead, huh?
Skip: Would you maybe want to hear it? Our demo, I—I mean?

Chloe: Yeah, okay.
Skip: Great!
Skip gets his phone and plays the demo to Chloe. After it ends he puts his phone in his back pocket.
Skip: So...what did you think?

Chloe: That was really good, man! If PissHead came on the radio, I'd turn that shit up.
Skip: Right on! Awesome, Chloe! Thanks!

Chloe: I mean, I didn't really get it.
Skip: Oh. Yeah, it's weird or whatever. We're still trying to find our sound.
Chloe: Good luck with that.

Chloe: I've really got to go, Skip. Maybe another time?
Skip: Oh, yeah, no big deal. Of course. Another time's better, cool. Well, thanks anyway, Chloe.

Chloe: So you spending a lot of quality time with Justin's mom?
Skip: Ha, no, but if you see Justin, tell him I can only but ignore that cloud of weed smoke for so long.
Chloe: Tell him yourself, Skip. Not my problem.
Skip: I'm trying to do him a favor.

Skip: Speaking of doing people favors...
Chloe: Oh, yeah. Guess I've been hanging around with Justin this morning. His odor must've latched onto me.
Skip: Uh huh. Glad to see all you high risks sticking together.

Skip: I thought you high risks all stuck together.

Chloe: High risks?
Skip: Oh, shit. Sorry. Forget I called you that.
Chloe: (thinking) Huh. "High risks." Guess you can learn useful things in school.

Chloe: I've got to get to class. Let's talk later, Skip.
Skip: Sure, Chloe.

Optional Conversation with Justin[]

Justin: Damn, girl. That eye looks sick! What's going on?

Justin: Hey Price-Check! Gotten into any good trouble lately?

Chloe: Last night I scoped out this crazy party at the old mill up north. Kind of a DIY thing?
Justin: Wow, no shit? I thought that place was, like, meth central. My cousin met this hooker there, and—
Chloe: Whatever. It was cool, okay? You wouldn't understand.

Chloe: Hey, out-of-the-blue question...what do you think of Rachel Amber?
Justin: She's amazing, if you're into chicks that are hot, smart, and hot. I mean, she helped me out awhile back. I was failing algebra, hard.
Chloe: I believe you.
Justin: Check it. After I bombed my midterm last fall, she tutored me for the rest of the semester. And then I crushed it! C+.
Chloe: Huh.

Chloe: Dude, you need to freshen like a mofo.
Justin: Are you saying I smell like weed?
Chloe: That's exactly what I'm saying.
Justin: Word. Good looking out, Price. Want a hit?
Chloe: Like, right here?
Justin takes a deodorant and sprays it on himself and then on Chloe.
Chloe: (waving it from her face) Thanks.

Chloe: Alright, guess I'll see you in class.
Justin: Word.

Optional Conversation with Ms. Grant[]

Chloe: Morning, Ms. Grant.

(Attacked Skeevy Guys)

Ms. Grant: Chloe! Are you alright?
Chloe: Yeah, I'm fine.
Ms. Grant: Hmm.

Ms. Grant: What do you think of this hypothesis: that you'll be in your seat by the time chemistry class begins today?

Chloe: I wouldn't miss it for all the manganese in the world, Ms. Grant.
Ms. Grant: Your sincerity's overwhelming.

Chloe: Science is all about discovery, Ms. Grant. Guess you'll have to wait and see.

Ms. Grant: With all the change that's happening at Blackwell of late, I suppose I can appreciate your consistent wit, Chloe.

Chloe: What kind of change do you mean?

Ms. Grant: Well...the Prescotts have made an extremely generous donation to the school, which is good, but instead of going to support more science and mathematics, it's all being dedicated to the arts.

Chloe: You don't think more money should be spent in the arts?

Ms. Grant: It's not that, exactly. I recently made the case that STEM programs should receive more support, but apparently our new donors disagree with me. Such is life, I suppose.

Chloe: (thinking) Ms. Grant actually seems sad.

Chloe: Look at it this way, Ms. Grant. More art classes will keep all the smug, self-absorbed types out of your science classroom.
Ms. Grant: Articulate as always.

Chloe: Maybe in another six months, a new donor will come along with money for, I don't know, more lasers.
Ms. Grant: Lasers?
Chloe: Do we have any lasers?
Ms. Grant: Sadly, no.
Chloe: That is sad.

Optional Conversation with Victoria[]

Victoria: Kari Price!

Chloe: It's Chloe.

Victoria: (gets up from fountain) Oh...right. I'm just teasing. People have been taking me so seriously since I won the Beacon's Young Artist Award for my photography.

Chloe: You don't say.

Victoria: Between that and the Vortex Club, it's hard to keep people from putting me up on a pedestal or whatever. But you know all about that, what with Rachel Amber, am I right?

Chloe: You hang with the Vortex Club?
Victoria: I mean, I'm technically not a member, but I am being courted.
Chloe: I'm not sure I—
Victoria: The club should be a collection of Blackwell elites, but instead it's some anti-bullying, handholding Kumbaya shit? Not when I'm a senior.

Chloe: Wow. The Young Artist Award.
Victoria: It's not a big deal or anything. Like, a hundred people submitted work, and my photography won.
Chloe: Congrats, I guess.
Victoria: So the Beacon's putting me up on the front page of the Lifestyle section. Who cares?

Chloe: Wait, what about Rachel Amber?
Victoria: Rachel posted a slamming selfie of you two having the time of your lives. Do tell!

Chloe: Tell what, Victoria? It's a photo, big deal.
Victoria: But it's on Facebook! I mean, that basically means you and Rachel are, like, BFFs.

Chloe: It was a pretty normal night for us. A little music, a little dancing, we murdered a guy.
Victoria: (laughs) You are so funny! Seriously, though, I didn't realize you and Rachel were such BFFs.

Chloe: We're really not.
Victoria: So, what's she into? You know? What's her thing? Is it drugs? I'm not judging or anything. I figure if she's hanging out with you, she must be into some effed up shit, you know?

(Attacked Skeevy Guys)

Victoria: I mean, look at your face.

Chloe: Seriously, I don't know why you're talking to me about Rachel.
Victoria: Everybody loves her. Little Miss Perfect.
Chloe: So you're jealous of Rachel Amber. That's what's happening right now, gotcha.
Victoria: God, I don't have time for this. I didn't even finish the chemistry assignment, and you're...being you. Ugh.

Chloe: I'm sorry, Victoria. I didn't mean to be rude. You know, I finished the assignment. Want some help?
Victoria: You...help me?
Chloe: Of course! That last problem was hard, right! If I'm remembering correctly, the answer was...fluorine, uranium, carbon, potassium...and, uh...uranium again. Does that sound right?
Victoria: Perfect. Hey, thanks, Kari.
Chloe: No problem.
Victoria walks away.

Chloe moves her hand toward the front doors, motioning for Victoria to leave.
Victoria: (walking away) Why would Rachel Amber ever hang out with Kari Price?
Chloe: It's Chloe.

Optional Conversation with Samantha[]

Samantha: Hey, Chloe.

Chloe: Hey, Samantha. What are you reading?

Samantha: Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Chloe: I read that last year in Mrs. Hoida's English class.

Samantha: I...didn't think you did homework.

Chloe: Normally I don't, but the play was actually good.

Samantha: What did you like about it?

Chloe: The story is about how relationships only work if people are willing to lie to each other.

Chloe: It's funny. Uh, the title's actually a play on the song "Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?".
Samantha: And that's funny?
Chloe: It is if you're the wolf.

Samantha: I'm not sure if you're joking? Sorry, I'm a little slow sometimes.

Chloe: I'm a little bitchy sometimes, so it's cool.

Samantha: People always say that, but I think you're actually... Sorry, Chloe! No one says anything like that. I don't know what I'm actually talking about.

Chloe: (thinking) I bet.

Optional Conversation with Principal Wells[]

This conversation occurs only if Chloe sat on the crate on the stage. Principal Wells approaches Chloe and she gets up from the crate, jumping off the stage and landing in front of him.

Chloe: Principal Wells. Hey.

(Bought weed from Frank)

Chloe: (thinking) Stay cool, Chloe. You've got a marijuana-flavored bag of expulsion in your pocket.

(Attacked Skeevy Guys)

Principal Wells: Chloe Price...is that a black eye?
Chloe: I'm...uh...yep.
Principal Wells: I hope you know that Blackwell provides confidential counseling services for all our students. We are a safe space for any issue.
Chloe: I'm good. It's the other guy who needed a safe space. From me.
Principal Wells: You never fail to conform to your reputation, do you?

Principal Wells: Miss Price, the sign clearly says, "Do Not Walk On The Stage". Such disregard for your fellow students' efforts won't alleviate your record of major infractions.

Chloe: I swear to you, I did not walk on that stage. It was more of a saunter.
Principal Wells: Do I look amused to you?
Chloe: I don't know. I've only seen you with one expression. That's the one.

Chloe: How many minor infractions in a major one?
Principal Wells: This is no joke, Miss Price.
Chloe: Who's joking? You've seen my math grades.

Principal Wells: Perhaps you will find me less amusing if I mention the various allegations I've been hearing about your drug use. You know Blackwell has a zero-tolerance policy.

Chloe: (thinking) Thank god for Justin, or I'd be royally screwed right now.
Principal Wells: Hmm...you don't smell like marijuana smoke. But I know you students have ways of masking your use.

Principal Wells: And yet, if my olfactory sense does not fail me, I'd say you've recently been exposed to marijuana smoke.
Chloe: (thinking) Shit!

Principal Wells: Do I have to initiate a search of your person in order to establish the veracity of these allegations, Miss Price?

Chloe stays silent.

Principal Wells: That's what I thought. I'll look forward to seeing you in my office after school today. How does that sound?

Principal Wells' Backtalk Challenge
Chloe: (thinking) Wells really has it out for me. I have to convince him it's in his best interests to back off.
Chloe: Actually, sir, I'm gonna go with, "No."
Principal Wells: Ah, so you're going to mouth off to me, now, yes? And here I thought your well of witticisms had finally run dry.

Chloe: See, the thing about tolerance is that you have to build it up little by little. You can't just start off doing bong rips and expect to be cool, you know?
Chloe loses.

Chloe: Oh, I get it. 'Cause your name is Wells, right? Do you go around all day just hoping for an opportunity to make well references? This must be a big moment for you.
Principal Wells: Jokes? In my experience, that's how the guilty cover up their infractions.

Chloe: Sir, my well of witticisms runs so deep that you would get trapped at the bottom and never make it out alive.
Principal Wells: Jokes? In my experience, that's how the guilty cover up their infractions.

Chloe: Sorry, Wellsy, but you've fallen right into my trap. I've been recording this entire conversation for my blog about human rights abuses at Blackwell.
Principal Wells: You have a blog? Hold on, what abuses have you endured?
Chloe: You know... I've had to talk to you for like, two minutes. That's a long time.
Principal Wells: We are a private institution, and policy allows me to search all students on the premises.

Chloe: Clearly, you haven't studied the wake-and-bake clause of the stoner constitution. "All stanky herb shall be smoked before entering school premises."
Principal Wells: So you are admitting to having consumed marijuana this morning?
Chloe: Maybe. Or maybe I want to see if you have what it takes to make me pee into a cup.
Chloe loses.

Chloe: How did you become principal without learning the constitution? The Fourth Amendment: illegal search and seizure?
Principal Wells: We are a private institution, and policy allows me to search all students on the premises.

Chloe: All of this zero tolerance drug stuff can't be good for your blood pressure. You should find something to take the edge off. May I suggest pot?
Chloe loses.

Chloe: Hey, honesty is the best policy, right? So I guess I should tell the truth about all the drug use going on at this school, to you, to the Beacon, to anyone who asks...
Chloe wins.

Chloe: I hope Blackwell has a strong insurance policy in place as well. "Fatherless low-income student unlawfully harrassed by school principal settles for four-point-two million." Has a nice ring to it, no?
Chloe wins.

Only an option if Chloe talked to Skip.
Chloe: Is it also policy to label certain students "high risk" and then single them out for special intimidation tactics?
Principal Wells: How do you know about that designation?
Chloe: Perhaps the better question you should be asking yourself is: what else do I know?
Chloe wins.

Only an option if Chloe talked to Ms. Grant.
Chloe: I wonder if the Prescotts might reconsider their donation if Blackwell's principal is being sued for harassment.
Principal Wells: How do you know about the Prescott donation?
Chloe: Perhaps the better question you should be asking yourself is: what else do I know?
Chloe wins.

Principal Wells: I'm sure we, uh, do not need to make so public an issue of your behavior today. But make no mistake, Miss Price Price: this is not over.
Chloe: Oh, goodie. I love cliffhangers.
Principal Wells walks away.
Chloe: (thinking) Funny, just a couple years ago something like that would have scared the crap out of me. These days, I'm at, like, the collegiate level of not giving any fucks.

Chloe: Seriously, I really do—
Principal Wells: That's quite enough! I do not need to search you, Miss Price. Your words alone have convinced me of your guilt. You will meet me in my office after school for a formal reprimand.
Principal Wells walks away.
Chloe: (thinking) Great. Just...great.

Chloe: Alright, sir. I'll see you after school.
Principal Wells: I'll count the minutes.
Chloe: (thinking) That guy's a tool.

Optional Conversation with Evan[]

Evan: Chloe, I'd like to talk to you about wildfire awareness and prevention.

Chloe: Good morning to you, too, Evan.

Evan: According to the Department of Forestry, over 90 percent of this season's fires were caused by humans. That's a record high, and completely preventable.

Chloe: Who says we should prevent fire? Fire is awesome.
Evan: While I realize you're being purposefully obstructive, you raise a good point. Many parts of our local ecosystem benefit from fire. Knobcone pine cones, for example, which require temperatures above 350 degrees to open.
Chloe: Say "knobcone" again.
Evan: No.

Chloe: This is for college, right? I don't believe you actually care about this.
Evan: My interest in fire prevention is completely sincere. Besides, I intend to get into college on the strength of my photography alone. Do you think Rachel Amber would be willing to pose for my portfolio? She's so artistic, I bet she would be a dream model. What do you think?
Chloe: I...guess?

Chloe: I gotta run.
Evan: Wait, one last thing! Will you sign my petition to have a fire safety assembly at school?

Chloe: Sure, I love assemblies. Some of the best naps of my life.
Evan: Wow, thanks! I did not see that coming. You being, you know, interested in complicated issues, helping out with the public—
Chloe: Do you want me to change my mind?
Evan: I—no.
Chloe: (thinking) How seriously am I taking this right now?

Chloe: Happy to support such an important cause.
Evan: Thanks so much for signing my petition—Evanis Anne Assclown?
Chloe: Aw, don't be so hard on yourself.

Chloe: There you go. Just don't expect this to become a habit.
Evan: What, caring about important issues?
Chloe: Caring in general.

Chloe: Happy to support such an important cause.
Evan: Thanks so much for signing my petition—Smokeweed D Bear?
Chloe: Only you can prevent ganja fires.

Chloe: I really don't care that much.
Evan: Doing nothing is just as bad as doing harm.
Chloe: Pretty sure that's not true.

Conversation with Steph and Mikey[]

Mikey: If I had known the celestial avenger was bloodied, I would have totally given him my potion.
Steph: It was a skill challenge! Potion wouldn't have worked.
Chloe: Skill challenge?
Steph: It's part of the tabletop game we play.
Mikey: You wouldn't understand.

Try me.
I used to play.
Try me.

Chloe: Gimme a break, nerds, I've heard of tabletop games.

I used to play.

Chloe: I used to play with my friend Max. It's been a long time, though.

Mikey: Cool.

(Wore skeleton butterfly shirt)
(Wore skeleton butterfly shirt)

Mikey: Now that is a creature I wouldn't want to fight.

Chloe: Got my DVD?
Steph: (handing Chloe the DVD) One Blade Runner: Director's Cut coming right up.
Chloe: (taking the DVD) Sweet. Five bucks, right?
Steph: Keep it. I'm just glad someone here appreciates the classics. You even asked for the director's cut, which took out the shitty voice-over and replaced it with a sweet dream sequence.
Chloe: Dream life over real life, that's my motto.
Mikey: Right on.
Steph: Hey, do you know if Rachel's a gamer?
Chloe: Rachel...Amber? You're asking me?
Steph: Didn't you two go out last night? Or was it just like a friend thing?

What's it to you?
We're not friends.
What's it to you?

Chloe: Why do you want to know?

We're not friends.

Chloe: I don't know what you heard, but Rachel and I barely know each other.
Steph: Oh! Sweet.

Mikey: (laughing, singsongy) Steph has a cru-ush.
Steph frowns at Mikey.
Steph: Chloe, you should join our game.
Chloe: Yeah, I don't have fifty hours right now. Thanks, though.
Steph: We're at the end of the campaign, so it'll only take like...twenty minutes? What else have you got to do before class?

Some other time.
Sure.
No way.
Some other time.

Chloe: Not really in the mood. Maybe later.
Steph: You know where to find us.
Chloe: (thinking) DVD, check. Next stop, chemistry class. Joy.

Sure.

Chloe: What the hell. Game on, nerds.

No way.

Chloe: Nah. There are enough monsters in real life.
Steph: Whoa.
Mikey: Hey, Chloe... Never surrender.
Chloe: (thinking) Wow. Mikey North gets it.
Chloe: (thinking) DVD, check. Next stop, chemistry class. Joy.

Mikey: Ready to begin your adventure?
Steph: Just in time, too. Mikey was about to seriously die a horrible and painful death.

Let's do it.
Not a chance.
Let's do it.

Chloe: What the hell. Game on, nerds.

Not a chance.

Chloe: Yeah, still no.

Optional Tabletop Game with Steph and Mikey

Steph: Here's a character sheet. You are an elf barbarian.

Mikey laughs.

Chloe: Are you insulting me in some obscure nerd way?
Mikey: Think about it. An elf? Like, skinny and kind of weird? But also a barbarian, so, like, really angry.
Steph: In other words, Chloe Price.
Chloe: Wow. You two are a riot.

Chloe: Nice. I could totally see myself as an elf barbarian.
Steph: I know, I'm good.

Steph: Alright, let's get started. You are both famous heroes in the kingdom of Avernon, a once peaceful land, now laid to waste by the bloodthirsty Raiders of the Black Well. Alone, you have fought your way through the raider camps, seeking their warlord leader, Duurgaron the Unscarred. As you enter the final camp, bloodied and weary, you see your fellow hero approaching from the opposite direction.
Mikey: I raise my staff to you in greeting. "I am Elamon, wizard of the third circle, foremost advisor to King Tiberius, and sworn defender of Avernon."
Steph: (puts elf figure on the table) Introduce your character.
Chloe: Yeah, okay, I'm an elf barbarian named...uh...

Chloe: Um...uh...Chloe.
Steph: Chloe...really?
Chloe: What?
Mikey: Ugh.

Chloe: Callamastia.
Steph: Super into it.
Mikey: Not bad.

Chloe: Barb.
Mikey: No. No, no, no. Steph—
Steph: Hey, give...Barb...a chance, okay.

Steph: The two heroes—
Mikey: Hold on. Elamon narrows his eyes at the elf in front of him and says, "I am here to defeat Duurgaron the Unscarred in the name of King Tiberius. What makes you think you are worthy to fight alongside me?"

Chloe: It says right here that I taught your precious King Tiberius everything he knows about fighting. "So, Elamon, what makes you think you are worthy to fight alongside me?"
Mikey: You gave her that elf barbarian?
Steph: I did.
Mikey: Elamon bows deeply. "I have heard of you in the castle. King Tiberius owes you his life. It's an honor to fight alongside you."
Chloe: Damn straight.

Chloe: "I once stabbed a guy in the chest with a sword and it went all the way through and killed the guy behind him, too. True story."

Steph: You stand at a three-way crossing. To your left, the raiders' Training Ground. To your right, their Prison Camp. Straight ahead, an enormous, ostentatious tent that could only belong to Duurgaron the Unscarred. Which way do you go?
Chloe: Straight ahead, right? We're supposed to kill the Dur-dude.
Mikey: Elamon frowns. "The raiders could have some good loot at the Training Ground. And surely it's our duty to free all those prisoners."
Steph: Your choice, newbie. Where do you wish to go?

Chloe: Loot sounds good. Let's go to the Training Ground.
Mikey: Sweet.
Steph: Upon arriving at the Training Ground you are spotted by a heavyset orc, who immediately shouts and points. There are a dozen raiders on the training field, all of whom raise their weapons and charge!
Chloe: Okay...so what do we do?
Mikey: I cast Ergel's Acid Blast.
Steph: Um, overkill?
Mikey: Bam!
Steph: You conjure up a wave of acid that washes over the charging orcs. Every raider suddenly starts screaming and writhing in pain. There's a sweet and sour kind of smell as the flesh melts off their bones like warm candle wax.
Chloe: Holy shit.
Mikey: You see why I haven't really needed a partner.
Steph: The heavyset orc sergeant still remains. He runs at you, swinging a massive warhammer.
Mikey: All yours.

Chloe: I knee him right in the orc-balls.
Steph: Success! The orc clutches his groin, never to father children again.
Mikey: Ouch.
Steph: Your turn again, Chloe.

Chloe: I do a Pommel Strike. I strike his Pommel, hard.
Steph: Uh...
Chloe: What did I say?
Steph: A pommel is the end of a sword handle. Pommel Strike is where you hit the guy with it.
Chloe: Oh. Damn it. Okay, I do that.
Steph: Except you're not wielding a sword. You're wielding an axe.
Chloe: This sucks!
Mikey: It's alright. Try using your—
Steph: You've delayed too long! The orc swings his warhammer at your head, barely missing. Your move!

Chloe: Okay...let's end this. Fatal Cleave.
Steph: You swing your greataxe downward with both hands. The orc blinks, then splits open like a hotdog bun.
Chloe: Fuck, yeah! I'm awesome at this game.
Steph: It's going well.

Chloe: What about the loot?
Steph: Well, as the Training Ground is now a roiling pit of acid, it's unlikely any loot survived.
Mikey: Dang.

Chloe: My character raises her axe. "You'll pay for ruining all that loot, Elamon."
Mikey: "By my honor, I apologize. Here, take this potion as a gift."
Mikey hands a Chloe a piece of candy in a green wrapper.
Chloe: Thanks, dude.

Chloe: "Don't worry, Elamon guy. We all make mistakes."
Mikey: Elamon nods.

Mikey: "Callamastia the elf barbarian is most wise and forgiving."

Mikey: "Chloe the elf barbarian is most wise and forgiving."

Mikey: "Barb the elf barbarian is most wise and forgiving."

Steph: What's next?

Chloe: Guess it's time to free some peeps. Let's go to the Prison Camp.
Steph: You behold a field of standing iron cages, each imprisoning a human villager, calling out for you to free them. Only a small, elderly dragonkin is keeping watch. He notices you and, in terror, runs into one of the few empty cages and locks himself in.
Chloe: Aww, poor little guy. What's a dragonkin?
Mikey: Dragonkin are like little dragon people. They're assholes. I bet he has all the keys.
Chloe: Oh, okay. "Hey, shitface, get out of there!"
Steph: The dragonkin hops up and down shaking his ring of keys at you. He shouts in a strange language. Whatever he's saying probably isn't flattering.
Chloe: Got any useful spells in that robe of yours?
Mikey: Nothing that wouldn't blow up the cage and everything in it.

Chloe: It says here I can pick locks. Can I do that?
Steph: Sure.
Steph: You spend a long time trying to pick the lock, but don't accomplish anything. The dragonkin makes an obscene gesture at what you can only assume are his genitals.
Chloe: Shit.
Mikey: (laughs) LOL.

Chloe: Apparently, I have bread. I try to tempt the little bastard out with it.
Steph: He sticks out his tongue, finding your offering disgusting.
Chloe: Ugh.

Chloe: Intimidate. That's a skill I have. Can I do that? I want the little bastard to shit his pants.
Steph: You can try. What do you say?
Chloe: "Listen up, you little lizard—"
Steph: Unfortunately, he doesn't speak Common, which means he can't—
Mikey: I cast Communication on the dragonkin.
Steph: Shit. Really?
Mikey: Now he can understand every word you say.
Chloe: (thinking) Time to work some real magic.

Dragonkin Intimidation Challenge
Steph: So this is called a Skill Challenge, where you try to use—
Chloe: Oh, I know what this is. I grab the bars of the cage and lean in, nice and close.
Steph: He steps back, his scaly skin quivering in fear. What do you say?

Chloe: I wiggle my hand. "Hey, dragonkin guy, want to become my meat puppet? How it works is I shove my arm up your ass into your head, and then I can control your mouth from the inside to say things."
Steph: Uh...he doesn't seem to like that idea.
Mikey: Neither do I.
Steph: The dragonkin pleads with you. "Please don't harm me, tall one. But I cannot give you key. Duurgaron much taller and meaner than you!"

Chloe: "You know what I love? Making shoes out of dragonkin." I point at my shoes. "I'm wearing a pair, now. Air Dragonkins. There's something special about your scaly skin, how it's waterproof, but also breathes. Sooooo comfy."
Steph: Uh...he doesn't seem to like that idea.
Mikey: Neither do I.
Steph: The dragonkin pleads with you. "Please don't harm me, tall one. But I cannot give you key. Duurgaron much taller and meaner than you!"

Chloe: "Everybody knows that dragons are pussies. That's why they hide in caves and only come out to breathe fire on sheep and eat cows and shit."
Steph: That was a mistake. The dragonkin growls, snapping at you and showing his teeth and claws. "Tall one is a fool. Dragons are gods," he says.
Mikey: Damn.

Chloe: "You're short!" I say. "But you can always get shorter. Give me the key, or I'll chop off your legs and beat you to death with them."

Chloe has one point
Chloe has two points
Chloe has one point

Steph: No, no, please don't do that. Still, I cannot give key. Duurgaron will eat me!
Mikey: I think he's close to breaking.

Grab the key.
Taste my axe.
Pull out your stomach.
Grab the key.

Chloe: I want to reach through the bars and grab the stupid key.
Steph: You try, but he's incredibly agile. He dodges your clumsy attempt with ease. Then he laughs.
Chloe loses.

Taste my axe.

Chloe: I twirl my axe around, badass style. "Eat this, lizard."
Steph: How badass?
Chloe: Really badass.
Mikey: Seventeen!
Steph: That's pretty badass.
Chloe wins.

Pull out your stomach.

Chloe: I show him my fist. "I call this the ripper, because it's really good for reaching down dragonkin throats and ripping out dragonkin stomachs."
Chloe wins.

Chloe has two points

Chloe wins.

Chloe: Maybe we'll just wait here while you die of old age, dragonkin guy.

Dragonkin has one point
Dragonkin has two points
Dragonkin has one point

Steph: He is undaunted. "I will eat your face, elven garbage lady."
Mikey: Elven garbage lady?
Chloe: Eat my face?
Steph: I'm trying.

Grab the key.
Taste my axe.
Pull out your stomach.
Grab the key.

Chloe: I want to reach through the bars and grab the stupid key.
Steph: You try, but he's incredibly agile. He dodges your clumsy attempt with ease. Then he laughs.
Chloe loses.

Taste my axe.

Chloe: I twirl my axe around, badass style. "Eat this, lizard."
Steph: How badass?
Chloe: Really badass.
Mikey: Seventeen!
Steph: That's pretty badass.
Chloe wins.

Pull out your stomach.

Chloe: I show him my fist. "I call this the ripper, because it's really good for reaching down dragonkin throats and ripping out dragonkin stomachs."
Chloe wins.

Dragonkin has two points

Chloe loses.

Chloe: "You're short," I say. "But I could fix that. I'll just cut off your head and wear it as a top hat. Then you'd be way taller."

Chloe has one point
Chloe has two points
Chloe has one point

Steph: No, no, please don't do that. Still, I cannot give key. Duurgaron will eat me!
Mikey: I think he's close to breaking.

Grab the key.
Taste my axe.
Pull out your stomach.
Grab the key.

Chloe: I want to reach through the bars and grab the stupid key.
Steph: You try, but he's incredibly agile. He dodges your clumsy attempt with ease. Then he laughs.
Chloe loses.

Taste my axe.

Chloe: I twirl my axe around, badass style. "Eat this, lizard."
Steph: How badass?
Chloe: Really badass.
Mikey: Seventeen!
Steph: That's pretty badass.
Chloe wins.

Pull out your stomach.

Chloe: I show him my fist. "I call this the ripper, because it's really good for reaching down dragonkin throats and ripping out dragonkin stomachs."
Chloe wins.

Chloe has two points

Chloe wins.

Steph: The dragonkin cowers before you, looking left and right. He opens his jaws, and you think he's about to yell for help.
Chloe: I interrupt his yell by shoving my axe into the cage, pinning his head to the bars without hurting him. Then I say the following:
Mikey: This is going to be good.
Chloe: "Here's what's up. I'm going to carve the skin from your bones. Then I'm going to turn your skin into a little leather handbag that I'll shove your skinless body into so I can carry it around with me wherever I go. That way, the next time some asshat refuses to give me a key I want, (slams table) I can pull your body out and show them what happens! How does that sound?"
Steph: Uh...wow.
Mikey: That was nuts.
Steph: I'm going to give you a...plus ten bonus to Charisma. Go ahead and roll.
Chloe rolls the dice.
Steph: A small pool of urine collects under the elderly dragonkin as, hands trembling, it hands you the keys. Then it dies of fear.
Chloe: Awesome.

Chloe: This tabletop shit is hard.
Mikey: Try playing solo.
Steph: The dragonkin swallows the key, pointing at his stomach and then his own butt, laughing at you. Then he—
Chloe: I shove my axe through the cage, right into his stomach. Then I twist it, and then pull it out. His guts and shit start falling everywhere, but I jam my hands inside his open stomach, grabbing the key. Then, in the final moments before he dies, I hold the key up to his face. And then I laugh.
Steph: Normally I'd say you failed the challenge, except that was so horrifically amazing, you won.

Mikey: Yeah!
Chloe: Go team. Why don't you start unlocking the prisoners?
Mikey: I'm on it.
Steph: As you free them, the prisoners run away from you in fear. What's next?

Chloe: It's tent time.

Mikey: We can't just leave those prisoners there!

Chloe: You're right. Never pass up free slaves. Kidding, geez.

Chloe: They can escape on their own time when Durdur's dead.

Mikey: Wait! Have you forgotten the Training Camp? There is potential loot there.

Chloe: I live for loot. Let me pick again.

Chloe: Eh, skip it. I'm craving warlord steak.

Steph: Are you sure you want to skip the Training Ground and the Prison Camp?

Chloe: Okay, let me pick again.

Chloe: You heard me. Let's do the boss battle.

Steph: (places Duurgaron figurine on the table) You enter the tent to find Duurgaron, warlord of the Raiders of the Black Well, sitting comfortably at his throne. He's a huge red-eyed minotaur, swathed in a fine black cloak, gripping a two-handed sword that's easily six feet long. His laughter bellows, "Bwhwahahahahaha! Your lands and people are already mine! Your deeds here mean nothing! Your kingdom was weak! You are weak!"
Chloe: What an asshole.
Mikey: I got this. I cast Xael's Cataclysmic Cone of Fire!
Steph: The fire fizzles out on contact. Duurgaron laughs again, holding up his right arm to show off his Bracer of Fire Immunity.
Mikey: Shit! All of my battle spells are fire-based.

(visited the Training Ground)
(visited the Training Ground)

Steph: Except for, you know, Acid Blast, which someone used unnecessarily to show off for Chloe.

Steph: Callamastia? What'll it be?

Steph: Chloe? What'll it be?

Steph: Barb? What'll it be?

Chloe: I want to punch that stupid man cow in the dick.
Steph: Like, right in the dick?
Chloe: Right. In. The dick.

(Used Knee Slam at Training Ground)

Mikey: Chloe, you punch a lot of dicks.
Chloe: So?

Steph: You miss! Duurgaron bursts out laughing as you stumble past him...
Chloe: Asshole.
Steph: He gores you in the side with a horn! Eight damage.
Chloe: Ouch.
Steph: What do you do next?

Chloe: What's Wrathful Rush?
Steph: It's like a shoulder slam. An angry, angry shoulder slam.
Chloe: Okay, I do that.
Steph: You scream with wrathful rage, then charge. Duurgaron is caught off guard, and he fails to dodge. You slam your shoulder into him, knocking him back and doing some damage.
Chloe: Hell, yeah.
Steph: Next?

Chloe: Holy shit, Annihilation Strike. That sounds boss as fuck.
Chloe rolls the dice.
Mikey: One?!
Chloe: That's bad, right?
Steph: Not for me. As you take your first step, you trip on a rock, collapsing onto the ground in a clangy jumble of metal. Your axe swings wildly to the side... Mikey, roll a reflex save.
Mikey: Oh, no. Three.
Steph: Your axe strikes Elamon's leg... Um...legs, plural. Severing both feet at the ankles...

Chloe: I am so sorry...

Chloe: This game is awesome!
Mikey: My feet!

Steph: Duurgaron moves toward the crippled Elamon.
Mikey: Oh, shit!
Steph: I told you this was my best boss.
Mikey: You didn't tell me my character might die!
Steph: Duurgaron approaches, stomping his bloody hooves. Stomp, stomp, stomp.
Chloe: (thinking) This is all my fault. Sort of. What should I do?

Chloe: I jump in front of Elamon.

Mikey: Wow, thanks, Chloe. I mean...thanks, Callamastia.

Mikey: Wow, thanks, Chloe.

Mikey: Wow, thanks, Chloe. I mean...thanks, Barb.

Chloe: I say something really encouraging to Elamon.
Steph: Like what?
Mikey: Yeah, like what?
Chloe: (thinking) Shit. Uh...why is being nice so hard?

Chloe: Sometimes...you have to get knocked down lower than you've ever been, to, uh, stand up taller than you...ever were.
Mikey: You just cut off my feet!

Chloe: Never, ever...give up.
Mikey: (sarcastically looks at Chloe) Word.

Steph: Elamon feels inspired. He summons the strength necessary to crawl away from Duurgaron.

Chloe: I, uh... I dunno...shit... I dance to distract him!
Steph: You...dance?
Chloe: To distract him!
Mikey: I'm doomed!
Chloe: Sixteen?
Steph: What?!
Mikey: What?
Steph: Your crappy arrhythmic dancing is weirdly mesmerizing to Duurgaron. He pauses with his sword in midair for ten seconds, buying Elamon time to crawl away.

Steph: Okay, Duurgaron has now turned his attention toward you.
Chloe: Bring it.
Steph: He charges, thrusting madly with his greatsword.
Chloe: [rolls low again] Shit.
Mikey: Oh, no.
Steph: Your attempt to dodge his thrust fails! Duurgaron laughs as he impales you on his blade, lifting you high into the air.
Chloe: Seriously?!
Mikey: I can't do anything with that stupid bracer! I'm sorry, Chloe.
Chloe: Hey, I chopped your feet off. We're even.
Steph: You feel your strength draining away as Duurgaron lifts you higher into the air. It hurts like hell. What do you do?

Chloe: I bring my axe down onto his arm, the one with the fire bracer thingy.
Mikey: Oh, brilliant!
Steph: You'll have to roll high to hit. You're almost dead.
Chloe rolls the dice.
Mikey: Twenty!
Chloe: Fuck yes!
Steph: You bring your axe down in a wicked chop, severing his arm completely. His Bracer of Fire Immunity clangs to the ground.
Mikey: I cast Gignomi's Firestrike of Flame!
Chloe: Oh, snap.
Steph: Lying on the ground, you conjure a flaming spear, which flies from your hands to spear Duurgaron in the chest, incinerating him completely from the inside out.
Chloe: Damn, Elamon!
Steph: Duurgaron is defeated! But your wounds were too great.

Steph: I'm afraid Callamastia is dead.

Steph: I'm afraid Chloe the elf barbarian is dead.

Steph: I'm afraid Barb is dead.

Chloe: I actually feel sad right now.
Mikey: Better to have died a hero than live as a coward.
Chloe: That was fun.

Chloe: I take one last swing at Durface's head.
Steph: You'll have to roll high to hit. You're almost dead.
Chloe rolls the dice.
Mikey: Oh, no.
Steph: Hmm, eleven. You swing, catching Duurgaron on the side of his head, severing one horn. But you don't do enough damage to kill him.
Chloe: What an asshole!
Steph: He laughs, then rips you off his sword with a vicious jerk. You die painfully.
Chloe: So mean.
Mikey: I'm sorry, Chloe. I have to escape.
Chloe: Hey, man, if you can, do it.
Mikey: I cast Warden's Hideaway.
Steph: You sure?
Mikey: It's all I've got.
Steph: You summon a spectral door, which shields you from Duurgaron. Light flares out, blinding him. The door swings shut, then disappears. You are gone from sight, and cannot be harmed.
Mikey: I guess I'll have to come back when I'm stronger.
Chloe: That was fun. Sorry I died and left you out there to fend for yourself.
Mikey: It's cool. I'll get him eventually.

Mikey: Check out what I drew.
Mikey shows Chloe his drawing of an elf barbarian and a wizard.
Chloe: (thinking) Mikey's got serious drawing skills.
Steph: Glad you enjoyed it, Chloe.
Mikey: Yeah. I'll adventure with you any time.
Chloe: We'll see. Thanks for the game, nerds.

(Played during the first encounter)
(Played during the first encounter)

Chloe: (thinking) DVD, check. Next stop, chemistry class. Joy.

Chloe: Yeah, I'm done here. Peace.
Mikey: Really? We were just getting to the good stuff.
Steph: If you go now, you can't rejoin later.

Chloe: Sorry. I gotta go do...something that's not this.
Mikey: Oh, alright. See ya, Chloe.
Steph: Yeah, see ya.

(Played during the first encounter)
(Played during the first encounter)

Chloe: (thinking) DVD, check. Next stop, chemistry class. Joy.

Chloe: Alright, fine. What's next?

Conversation with Nathan and Drew[]

Chloe is about to walk up the stairs, but gets knocked down by Nathan Prescott, who is pushed into her by Drew North.

Chloe: What the hell?

Nathan falls on the ground and drops his photo book. Drew picks it up.

Drew: What have you got here, Twitch?

Nathan: Don't call me that!

Chloe: (thinking) Drew North... a jock so dumb he makes jocks look bad. Guess Nathan Prescott made the shitlist.

Drew: Oh, wow. This is some really weird crap, Prescott.

Nathan gets up.

Nathan: It's not yours. Give it back!

Drew: I hate that you're on the team now. You're such a loser.

Drew shakes the portfolio in front of Nathan and he reaches for it, but Drew moves it up so Nathan can't reach it.

Chloe: Wanna take this elsewhere, guys?

Chloe: Guys, no need to fight. You can both be losers.

Drew: The mute speaks?

Nathan grabs onto his book but Drew moves it away.

Drew: Whoa, whoa! You earn a spot on the squad, Twitch. You don't have your dad try to buy off the coach.

Nathan: At least my family pays tuition. How much financial aid does your deadbeat dad need again?

Chloe: (thinking) Wow, dick move, Nathan.

Drew: My dad lost his job at the shipyard when your dad closed it down. And you wanna talk shit to me?

Samantha Myers comes and stands next to Chloe.

Samantha: Leave Nathan alone!

Drew: You know something, Prescott? I'm gonna do you a favor. You can't be a part of the team and be into this stupid crap at the same time.

Drew looks at the fountain.

Nathan: You're a piece of shit. I'm going to kill you!

Samantha: Stop it! You guys! Stop! Chloe, do something! Don't just stand there watching!

Chloe: Hey, if you don't take the time to stand back and watch, you miss some of life's finer moments. Like...
Drew throws Nathan’s book into the fountain.
Chloe: ...that.
Drew: Booyah!
Nathan: That took me months to put together!
Drew: Quit the team, Twitch, or next time it'll be worse.
Nathan: Go to hell.
Nathan and Drew leave.
Samantha: You should be ashamed.

Drew's Backtalk Challenge
Chloe: (thinking) The only way to stop a bully is to be aggressive. I've got to put Drew down.
Chloe: Back off, idiot.
Drew: What the hell did you just say to me?

Chloe: Back off? As in, go away. No one's interested in your crap.
Drew: You're seriously defending Nathan Prescott?

Chloe: Leave. Now.
Drew: You're actually standing up for Nathan Prescott?!

Chloe: Idiot? You're not used to a word that big, are you? Don't be scared.
Drew: You're seriously defending Nathan Prescott?

Chloe: How about picking on someone your own size? Which I hear is pretty small.
Drew: You're such a crazy freak! Mind your own business.

Chloe: Look at yourself, then look at him. That's hardly fair, don't you think?
Drew: Are you crazy? Mind your own business, freak.

Chloe: Congrats. You've actually got me feeling sorry for Arcadia Bay's most spoiled brat. That's how much of an asshole you're being right now.
Drew: You're such a crazy freak! Mind your own business.

Chloe: You have no idea how crazy I am. Keep pushing, and find out.
Drew: You want a piece of this?

Chloe: What's crazy is that you haven't been held back yet. How is that possible?
Drew: You want a piece of this?

Chloe: When Nathan goes crying to Lord Prescott, everybody here'll be stuck doing sensitivity seminars all week.
Drew: You want a piece of this?!

Chloe: I don't want a piece of...that. I just want us all to get along, preferably without ever interacting.
Drew: Do you really think I'm going to let you talk to me like that?

Chloe: Please. Kicking your ass is going to be a piece of cake.
Drew: You think this is funny? You think I'm joking, here?

Chloe: You mean your budding bromance with Nathan? You're clearly into him. Just pull his hair, already.
Drew: You think this is funny? You think I'm joking, here?

Chloe: Look, if you insist on continuing to suck so much, there won't be any oxygen for the rest of us.
Chloe loses.

Chloe: Think? That's a fancy word for you, Drew. Careful with it.
Chloe wins.

Chloe: If you were going to throw down, you would have already. This clownshow is over.
Chloe wins.

Samantha giggles.
Drew: Did you just laugh?
Samantha: I did. Chloe just owned you.
Drew: Shut the fuck up, freshmeat!
Samantha: You shut the fuck up.
Chloe: Go Samantha.
Drew: Guess you got lucky this time, Prescott. Had two girls show up to save you. Take your pervy picture book.
Drew drops the book at Nathan's feet and leaves. Samantha comes closer to Nathan.
Samantha: Are you okay?
Nathan picks up his book.
Nathan: You think I need help?! From you?!
Nathan leaves.
Chloe: You're welcome.

Drew comes closer. Chloe walks back, trips and falls on the stairs.
Drew: All talk, no game, eh, Chloe?
Drew throws Nathan’s book into the fountain.
Drew: Booyah!
Nathan: That took me months to put together!
Drew: Quit the team, Twitch, for your own good.
Drew leaves.
Chloe: Shit.
Nathan: Next time mind your own business.
Nathan goes to pick his book out of the fountain.
Chloe: You're welcome.

Samantha: Are you alright? Thanks for sticking up for him. People think just because of his family...
Samantha leaves as Skip approaches Chloe.
Skip: Everything okay here?
Chloe: No problem, Skip.

Chloe approaches the school entrance, but Rachel, dressed in a costume, opens the door first from the other side.

Rachel: Oh, good! You're here.

Rachel takes Chloe's hand and pulls her into the building.

Drama Lab[]

The Tempest Rehearsal[]

Chloe and Rachel enter the Drama Lab, as Hayden and Dana rehearse under Mr. Keaton's supervision.

Hayden: I do beseech you, chiefly that I might set it in my prayers: what is your name?

Dana: Miranda... Oh, my father! I have broke your hest to say so!

Mr. Keaton: Good!

Hayden: Admired Miranda! Indeed worth what's dearest in the world! Many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time hath listened—many a time the harmony of their tongues—hath I listened to—

Mr. Keaton: Hayden! You're killing me! You've had weeks to be off book!

Hayden: Sorry, Mr. Keaton.

Mr. Keaton: No, don't apologize to me. Apologize to your scene partner, who's been very accommodating, and to your other fellow actors, and most of all, to yourself—

Rachel: Mr. Keaton, sorry to interrupt, but does this look better? I had my mom take it in a bit.

Rachel starts spinning, showing off her costume.

Chloe: (thinking) Rachel looks awesome...

On her last spin, Rachel winks at Chloe.

Chloe: (thinking) This is getting as surreal as last night.

Dana: Mrrowww! Looking good, Rache.

Hayden: Very cool.

Mr. Keaton: Exquisite, Rachel. As always.

Dana: Mr. Keaton, I'm still having trouble with, "My affections are then most humble; I have no ambition to see a goodlier man." I mean...does she really mean that?

Hayden: Especially because I just straight out told her I've been banging all the ladies.

Rachel: (sighs) Yeah, that is hard. We've talked about that line forever. We need a fresh perspective.

Rachel puts her arm around Chloe and brings her closer to the stage.

Rachel: The question is: are Miranda's feelings of instant passion for Ferdinand just inexperience and dramatic circumstances or...has she actually just met the love of her life? What do you think?

Chloe: Miranda's an idiot because falling in love is stupid. What is she, twelve?
Mr. Keaton: Actually she's about fifteen. So your point, whoever you are, about being an idiot, or being naive, is well taken.

Chloe: Sometimes when you meet someone who's going to change your life, you just know it, I guess... Also, you've got parents coming to see the show, right? At twenty bucks a ticket, it's got to be true love.
Dana: Wow, a romantic and a cynic. That actually kinda helps me, thanks.

The school bell rings.

Dana: Thanks, Mr. Keaton.

Hayden: Later!

Dana: See you later, guys!

Mr. Keaton: Oh, no. I have first period improv with a class full of freshmen, now.

Dana, Hayden, and Mr. Keaton leave. Chloe and Rachel are left alone.

(Attacked Skeevy Guys)

Rachel: Your eye looks fabulous. Where'd you get it done?
Chloe: Uh...what?
Rachel: (laughs) Just kidding. That asshole really clocked you.
Chloe: It wasn't a big deal.

Rachel: I'll just be a minute.

Chloe: (thinking) Okay, so...why am I here again?

Rachel: Oh, could you grab my belt for me? I think it's in my bag over there.

Chloe: Uh, yeah, sure.

Chloe: (thinking) Okay...get the belt, don't say any stupid shit, and don't, like, fall down. Should be doable, right?

Chloe looks into Rachel's backpack. First she pulls out a photo of a young Rachel with her father.

Chloe: (thinking) Rachel looks so happy here...

Chloe puts the photo back and retrieves the belt.

Chloe: (thinking) There's Rachel's belt. Guess I'll go give this to Rachel now.

Dressing Room[]

Chloe: (holding out the belt) Uh...Rachel? Is this your belt?

Rachel: (poking her head out from behind the screen) Yes! (chuckles) Thank you.

Chloe walks behind the dressing screen. Rachel has her back turned to Chloe and is wearing jeans and a bra.

Chloe: I really liked your costume.
Rachel: Thanks.

Rachel: Oh. I didn't think you'd come back here. Thanks.

Rachel: So, did you bring flowers for my dressing room?

Chloe: Um...I guess I owe you?
Rachel: I'll hold you to that.

Chloe: Uh...how about a belt instead?
Rachel: Perfect.

Chloe: I'll let you finish changing now.

Chloe throws the belt over the dressing screen.
Rachel: Ow! I didn't say attack me with it.

Chloe: Shit. Sorry.

Rachel emerges from behind the dressing screen, now dressed in regular clothes.

Rachel: Chloe Price.

Chloe: Rachel Amber?

Rachel: Last night was amazing!

Chloe: I'd never seen Firewalk live. Pretty fierce show.
Rachel: We'll have to do it again.

Chloe: You call getting attacked by goons amazing? I've got to hang out with you more.
Rachel: Deal.

Rachel: To tell the truth, I went to bed last night wishing it never had to end. But then I thought: why? Why does it have to end?

Chloe: Is that...a rhetorical question?

Chloe: Maybe it doesn't. Have to end.
Rachel: Exactly!

Rachel: How would you like to join me on a little field trip?

Chloe: Fuck, yes! I was born to ditch.

Chloe: Ditch class? You mean it?
Rachel: Is that weird?
Chloe: No, it's awesome.

(Attacked Skeevy Guys)

Rachel: I hoped you'd say that. Now about that eye...that's a hell of a battle scar. Do you want me to cover it up with some makeup?

Chloe: Yes, please. People won't shut up about it.
Rachel puts some makeup on her hands and rubs it on Chloe's bruise.
Rachel: Hold still.
Chloe: This is a lot of makeup.
Rachel: That's the price of valor. Close your eyes.
Rachel puts more makeup on Chloe's bruise. When she's done, the bruise is no longer visible.
Rachel: Much better.
Chloe: (looking in mirror) Holy shit.

Chloe: Are you kidding? This is a badge of honor.
Rachel: Respect.

Rachel: Let's get the hell out of here.

Train[]

Chloe and Rachel nearby the water tower at the Train Tracks.

Chloe: You sure you don't want to just grab the bus, or...

Rachel: Nope. If we're gonna go rogue, we're doing it right.

Rachel starts running after the passing train.

Rachel: Well?

Chloe: (thinking) What the hell am I getting into, here?

Both girls take off running. Rachel climbs into a carriage on the train, then helps Chloe as she joins her.

Chloe: Where does this thing go?

Rachel: North? Maybe we'll end up in Seattle. [sitting down] Pull up a chair, Price. The view's amazing.

Chloe: (thinking) Rachel wants me to pull up a chair? Maybe one of these crates?

Chloe pushes and kicks a crate near the edge of the train, across from Rachel.

Chloe: (thinking) Thing's heavier that it looks. Guess I should sit down.

Chloe sits down on the crate.

Chloe: (thinking) Alright, Chloe. You're on a freaking train with Rachel freaking Amber. Play it cool. Is this...nervousness? Is that what this feeling is? Wish Max were here, so I could ask. Should I make small talk? Is that what people do?

Chloe: It's nice Rachel we're having.
Rachel: [laughs] What?
Chloe: I mean weather! It's nice weather.

Chloe: It's nice weather we're having.
Rachel: What?
Chloe: The...the weather, it's nice.

Rachel: It sure is.

Chloe: Uhhh...so...uh...
Rachel: What is wrong with you?
Chloe: What?
Rachel: You're acting nervous.

Chloe stays silent.

Rachel: So...it's kind of weird that we're hanging out.

Chloe: You mean because I don't hang out with anyone and I don't have any friends?

Rachel: You have friends.

Chloe: Well, I used to. Friend, singular. Her name is Max, but she left for greener, more northern pastures.

Rachel: That sucks.

Chloe: Hey, so...I want to say thanks.
Rachel: For pulling you out of school?
Chloe: No, dummy. Thanks for last night.
Rachel: Ah.
Chloe: If you hadn't have shown up...
Rachel: Assholes abound in Arcadia Bay.
Chloe: I owe you, that's for sure.
Rachel: Is that why you came along?
Chloe: Are you suggesting I should need a reason to ditch school?

Chloe: I didn't mention it earlier, but you seem to have some kind of Jedi mind powers over Mr. Keaton and the theater crew.
Rachel: You mean when we were talking about true love in the play? I guess you could say I'm good with people, yeah.
Chloe: Just don't pull that stuff with me.
Rachel: [waves hand] You will get on this train.
Chloe: [laughs] Oh, shit.

Rachel: [leans forward] I bet you're wondering what we're doing.

Chloe: The thought occurred, yeah.

Rachel: Well... I wanted some company.

Chloe: That's it?

Rachel: That's it.

Chloe: Try again. I'm gonna need more to go on than that.
Rachel: Joyrides with me aren't fun?
Chloe: Joyrides to where, again?
Rachel: Life needs a little mystery, Chloe.

Chloe: Good to fucking go. Anything beats another second in Blackwell.
Rachel: You really hate it there, don't you.
Chloe: You don't? [scoffs] Right. What reason would Rachel Amber have for hating Blackwell Academy? You're high school royalty.
Rachel: You don't know me. Yet.

Rachel moves to sit on the floor of the train carriage.

Rachel: Let's do something fun.

Chloe: Okay, I'm listening.

Chloe: V-card's been punched, Rachel. I'm sorry.
Rachel: Wow!
Chloe: [scoffs] Too far?
Rachel: Well, [laughs] I don't know...
Chloe: Okay, something fun. I'm all ears.

Rachel: Two truths and a lie.

Chloe: What?

Rachel: I think we should play two truths and a lie. It's a game where each person offers up three facts about themselves, two of which are the truth and one of which is...

Chloe: A lie?

Rachel: Right. And then the other person has to guess which is which.

Chloe: Sounds fun. You're on.

Chloe: No way.
Rachel: Scared you'll lose?
Chloe: I'm just not...good...with people. Or things.
Rachel: It'll be fun. Trust me!

Chloe moves to join Rachel on the floor of the train carriage.

Two Truths and a Lie[]

Rachel: I'll start. First, I'm ambidextrous. [presents both her hands to Chloe] Second, I was born in New York, the land of fashion and Broadway, to which I will one day return when my heinous exile here in Arcadia Bay comes to an end.

Chloe: New York, huh? I've never been.

Rachel: Not a world traveller?

Chloe: Not yet, at least.

Rachel: If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Russia, Greece...Kathmandu?

Chloe: Kathmandu?

Rachel: One day, I'm going to climb Everest.

Chloe: (thinking) And I thought moving away from Arcadia Bay was ambitious...

Chloe: What's your third thing?

Rachel: My third thing?

Chloe: Two truths and a lie. You say three things—

Rachel: Right! I'm a Leo. Meow. (claws like a cat)

Chloe: Okay, so... ambidextrous, born in New York, and a Leo. Gotcha.

Rachel: So, which is the lie?

Chloe: I don't buy the ambidextrous claim.
Rachel: No? Well, that's too bad, because it's true.
Chloe: [pulls out marker] Prove it. Sign your name with both hands.
Rachel: Sign where? Seriously?
Chloe: All the bad girls do it. Come on.
Rachel takes Chloe's marker and writes "Rachel Amber" on the floor of the train carriage with her right hand and then repeats the same successfully with her left hand.
Chloe: Damn.
Rachel: I'm afraid the lie was New York. I'm a Cali girl, born and raised.
Chloe: So New York's on the bucket list?
Rachel: Broadway, here I come.
Chloe: Cool.

Chloe: You're way too lucky to be a Leo. You've got to be a Sagittarius or something.
Rachel: The Archer? That'd be cool, like Artemis. But I'm afraid I was telling the truth.
Chloe: Seriously?
Rachel: Hear me roar. [laughs] No, the lie was New York. I've never been there, though I want to, one day. I was born in Long Beach.
Chloe: New York's on the bucket list, then? Sounds good.

Chloe: You seem more like a Cali girl to me.
Rachel: Damn, Price, not bad! Long Beach, in fact. West coast is the best coast.
Chloe: I've only ever lived in Oregon, so nothing to compare it to, I guess.
Rachel: Then we'll have to change that one day, won't we?

Rachel: Okay, your turn, Price.

Chloe: First fact. Right...

Chloe: (thinking) Something about myself... Should I start things off with a lie, or with the truth? Or should I cheat? Let's see how good she really is at this game.

I'm allergic to cats.
I broke my hand punching someone.
I'm in a band.
I'm allergic to cats.

Chloe: Sad to say this, since you're a Leo and all, but I'm allergic to cats.
Rachel: Are you now?
Chloe: Swear.

I broke my hand punching someone.

Chloe: I once broke my hand punching Stephanie Kowalski in fifth grade.
Rachel: No way.
Chloe: Bitch took my Yoo-hoo. Knocked her the fuck out.
Rachel: I see you like to write notes to yourself.
Chloe: Helps me stay focused.
Rachel: Also, sweet scar.

I'm in a band.

Chloe: I'm secretly the lead guitarist of an all-girl Misfits cover band, called the Missfits.
Rachel: Impressive.

I love science.
Country music makes me throw up.
I wanted to be a pirate as a kid.
I love science.

Chloe: I love Science. Seriously. I think Neil deGrasse Tyson is the shit.
Rachel: Huh.

Country music makes me throw up.

Chloe: I used to love country music when I was a kid. Now it makes me want to throw up. Literally.
Rachel: That's...weird.

I wanted to be a pirate as a kid.

Chloe: I used to want to be a pirate when I grew up. I kind of still do.
Rachel: Arrrrr.

Rachel: [takes Chloe's hand] You're hella mysterious, Chloe Price.

Chloe: Uh...hella? Who says that?

Rachel: It's a Cali thing. Anyway, I think I have your number.

Rachel: I'm not sure why country music makes you throw up...
Chloe: I'm a complex girl, Rachel.
Rachel: But I think it's probably true. Also, I kind of like the Dixie Chicks.
Chloe: You and David, both. No accounting for taste.
Rachel: Who's David?

An asshole.
My mom's boyfriend.
An asshole.

Chloe: He's just some asshole.
Rachel: Who likes the Dixie Chicks.
Chloe: He's an asshole my Mom's dating, I guess.

My mom's boyfriend.

Chloe: He's, ah...the guy my Mom's seeing, I guess.
Rachel: Oh.

Rachel: And you don't like him?
Chloe: It's still...so weird that she's dating someone. My Dad and my Mom...they were totally in love. You can tell how fucked up she is now, just by how she's settling for David. He's this total hardass ex-military jag-off type. Like, the opposite of my Dad.
Rachel: Oh, that sucks.
Chloe: Yeah. David has no respect. He acts like I'm some kind of problem to solve. Sometimes I am a problem, though.
Rachel: That's a load of bullshit.

What?
Sorry I said anything.
What?

Chloe: What do you mean?
Rachel: You're not a problem, Chloe. You're a person.

Sorry I said anything.

Chloe: I'm sorry I said anything.

Rachel: It sounds like the only problem is David. You need to hit him where it hurts.
Chloe: The only thing that David loves has four wheels and a four barrel carburetor.
Rachel: Oh, god, a muscle car?
Chloe: I'm probably going to steal it soon, so...
Rachel: Let me know if you need an accomplice.

Rachel: Of course you wanted to be a pirate. Sail the open seas...
Chloe: Buckle swash...
Rachel: Plunder secret treasure...

(High romance)
(High romance)

Chloe: Did I mention my love of booty?

Rachel: [laughs] So, pirate? Obviously true.

Arrrrr.
Be my first mate?
Arrrrr.

Chloe: Like you said, arrrrr.

Be my first mate?

Chloe: Maybe you'd like to be my first mate.
Rachel: Oh, are you accepting applications?
Chloe: Considering it.

Rachel: Okay, you say you love science, but you're failing chemistry.
Chloe: You're saying failing chemistry means I hate science?
Rachel: Or that Blackwell doesn't inspire your best work.

Sure.
Blackwell's a hellhole.
Sure.

Chloe: Well...sure.
Rachel: It's not for everyone, I get that.

Blackwell's a hellhole.

Chloe: That place is a hellhole filled with shit, where shitty people go to be shitty to each other and themselves.
Rachel: Tell me how you really feel, though.

Rachel: Anyway, school sucks but you love science. I'm gonna say true.

Rachel: Now about this broken hand story. It's not that I don't think you could knock Stephanie Kowalski out. A bitch takes your Yoo-hoo, she's gotta get got.
Chloe: Damn straight.
Rachel: But, you didn't get that scar from punching someone.
Chloe: No?
Rachel: That scar is from a distal radius fracture.

You're a physician, now?
How could you know that?
You're a physician, now?

Chloe: So you're a physician, now?
Rachel: Last summer I performed a one-woman Doctor Who homage entitled "Weeping Angel".
Chloe: Wait, what—

How could you know that?

Chloe: How could you possibly know that?
Rachel: I broke my wrist when I was ten.
Chloe: Ah.

Rachel: The point is, I know that the scar you've got comes with breaking your wrist when you fall... like from a skateboard?
Chloe: Yeah.
Rachel: I'd guess... six years ago?
Chloe: Seven. Well shit... I always thought I was a good liar.
Rachel: Good thing you're pretty.

Rachel: Which brings me to your alleged cat allergy.
Chloe: Alleged?
Rachel: I'm calling lie.
Chloe: Why is that?
Rachel: I mean, mayyybe you're allergic? But I've passed by your locker a few times, and I've seen that old photo of a cat you keep in there.

His name was Bongo.
Stalker, much?
His name was Bongo.

Chloe: His name was Bongo. He was a gift from my Dad.
Rachel: Did he pass away?
Chloe: Yeah, my Dad died two years ago. I thought everyone knew that.
Rachel: I meant Bongo.
Chloe: Oh, my god, of course that's what you meant, I'm so sorry!
Rachel: Hey, that's okay.
Chloe: Awkward moment of the year?
Rachel: [laughs] Definitely.

Stalker, much?

Chloe: You've passed by my locker? Stalker much?
Rachel: Hey, I notice things! I can't help it.
Chloe: I guess you're no stranger to being noticed, too. It's kind of new for me.
Rachel: Well, get used to it.

Rachel: So let's talk about this lead guitarist business.
Chloe: The business of show.
Rachel: As much as I'd love to be a groupie to your all-girl cover band, the Missfits, I'm gonna have to call lie on that one.

You don't think I can rock?
No way you'd be a groupie.
You don't think I can rock?

Chloe: You don't think I can rock?
Rachel: On the contrary. You absolutely rock.

No way you'd be a groupie.

Chloe: There's no way you'd ever be a groupie.
Rachel: Okay, that's fair. Backup dancer?
Chloe: With vocals.
Rachel: Obviously.

Rachel: The problem is... your hand is smooth. No callouses. You don't play guitar.

(Low romance)
(High romance)
(Low romance)

Rachel: Pity, too. You'd be awesome on stage.

(High romance)

Rachel: Pity, too. You'd look hot on stage.

Rachel moves closer to Chloe and she bumps Rachel's shoulder.

Rachel: So, if my math is correct, you didn't actually tell me any lies.
Chloe: Maybe I'm the virtuous sort.

(Low romance)
(High romance)
(Low romance)

Rachel: Let's not get carried away.

(High romance)

Rachel: I certainly hope not.

Rachel: So, if my math is correct, you told me two truths, and one lie.
Chloe: What? You expected me to cheat?
Rachel: Winners make their own rules, Chloe.

Rachel: So, if my math is correct, you cheated. You told one truth and two lies.
Chloe: Maybe I just needed to test you.
Rachel: Or maybe you have trust issues.

Rachel: So, if my math is correct, you cheated. Not a single truth escaped your lips.
Chloe: Not true.
Rachel: Oh?
Chloe: Stephanie Kowalski really did steal my Yoo-hoo in fifth grade.
Rachel: Well...she better watch out. Next time I see the bitch, she's gonna feel my wrath.

Chloe: You are crazy good at this game.

Rachel: A lifetime of studying the human condition.

Chloe: Well, I'm impressed.
Rachel: I bet it's hard to impress Chloe Price. I'm going to feel good about that one.

Chloe: No, I mean you're really good at this game. It's kind of creepy.
Rachel: I have a hard time imagining what creeps Chloe Price out.

Rachel: When your Dad is the District Attorney, I guess lying is...something you're used to.

Chloe: Seriously?

Rachel: Seriously.

Chloe: I know who to call if I need to get out of a ticket, then. Not that I have a ride of my own. Car first, embarrassing number of moving violations second.

Rachel: Hey, thanks for trusting me.

Chloe: Trusting you?

Rachel: You played the game.

Rachel: And not everyone would admit to wanting to be a pirate.
Chloe: But eye patches are so cool.
Rachel: And rum is delicious.

Rachel: Also, you told me about that dickwad David. Now he's on my shitlist too.
Chloe: Hell yeah, mustache-brain won't know what hit him.

Rachel: I guess...you opened up a lot. That's all.

Chloe: It's not a big deal.

Rachel: Hate to break it to you, but Chloe Price isn't exactly renowned throughout Arcadia Bay as a bastion of trust and empathy.

Chloe: I'm just not really into touchy-feely shit. But I feel like I can trust you.
Rachel: Yeah?

Chloe: Trust doesn't exactly come easy to me. Maybe if you'd had my life, you'd understand.
Rachel: No, I get that.
Chloe: On the other hand...

Chloe: I got on this train with you, didn't I?

Rachel: Fair point.

Chloe: (thinking) Wouldn't mind listening to some music.

Chloe pulls out her earbuds and phone.

Chloe: Hey, wanna listen?
Rachel smiles, takes an earbud from Chloe and puts it in. After they finish listening to the music, both girls take out their earbuds and Chloe puts them away.

Chloe puts in both her earbuds, and listens to her music by herself. After she finishes listening to the music, Chloe takes out her earbuds and puts them away.

Chloe: Cool bracelet.

Rachel: I've had it, I guess, since I was a kid in Long Beach. Reminds me that there's more to experience out there than just Arcadia Bay. Maybe one day I'll go back to Long Beach or...anywhere but here. Maybe sooner than later.

Chloe: What brought that on?

Chloe: Me, too. Arcadia Bay can suck a bag of dicks.

Rachel: Sometimes, I feel like I've got no reason to stay. Don't be surprised, Chloe, if one day, I'm just out of here.

Chloe: Let me know if you need an accomplice.

Rachel: Check it out! We're here!

Chloe: What? Where is here?

Rachel: Jump and find out!

Chloe: Did you say jump?!

Rachel: Jump!

Chloe: Fuck it!
Chloe jumps off the train. Rachel, smiling, quickly follows.

Chloe: No way!
Rachel: Scared? That's not the Chloe Price I know.
Chloe: Trust me, this is the only Chloe Price there—
Rachel interrupts Chloe by grabbing her hand and jumping off the train, pulling Chloe with her.

Overlook[]

Chloe: Hey, it's actually a pretty nice view.

Rachel: Glad you approve. And as your reward for making it up here, I have a new game for us to play.

Chloe: Another one?

Rachel: I like games. Deal with it. This is one I learned in theater class. It's all about improvisation.

Chloe: I know all the world's a stage and shit, but I'm not an actor.
Rachel: Really? I see you acting like you're tough all the time in school.
Chloe: I...that's...damn it.

Chloe: So far what I've learned about you is that you're into acting, lying, and playing games.
Rachel: What's your point?
Chloe: That you're either full of imagination or full of shit.
Rachel: Hmm. Let me know when you figure out which one.

Rachel: This game involves spying on people from afar. Luckily, we've got some high-tech surveillance equipment right here. Let's fire it up.

Rachel inserts the coin into the viewfinder, then starts hitting it, but it doesn't work.

Rachel: Well, shit.

Chloe: [points at the "Out of order" sign on the ground] That blows.

Rachel: That was my last quarter. You?

Chloe: Quarterless.

Rachel: Damn.

Chloe: Hey, maybe I can MacGyver something up. I've been told I'm pretty handy.

Rachel: Oh, yeah? Let's see what you've got.

Chloe: (thinking) Rachel really wants to use this viewfinder. I'd love to get it working for her.

Chloe tries opening the viewfinder with her bare hands.

Chloe: (thinking) I'm not getting in there with just my fingers. Maybe Rachel has something I can use?

Chloe speaks to Rachel.

Chloe: I'm thinking about prying open that viewfinder. Got a knife on you?

Rachel: A knife?

Chloe: Yeah, my mom took mine.

Rachel: Uh, no. How about a nail file?

Chloe: I guess you could stab someone with a nail file... Oh, right. Sure, let's try it.

Chloe tries opening the viewfinder with the nail file.

Chloe: (thinking) Damn it. It always looks so easy in the movies. Wonder if I can find something sturdier to use?

Conversation between the Picnic Couple

Man: I've been saying "sorry" all morning. I admit, it was really dumb to lock the keys in the car. But you've been on me for three hours!

Woman: I just wanted today to go smoothly, okay? I'm sorry. I got pissed.

Man: Which is fine for you, but when I get pissed about something, it's like, "Call the cops!"

Woman: Do you even want anything to eat? 'Cause, I don't know, I'm not very hungry anymore.

Man: Oh, terrific. So glad we took the time to come all the way out here.

Optional Conversation with the Picnic Couple

Chloe: Hey, spare some change?

Man: Sorry. We might have some leftover food when we're done.

Chloe: What? No, I'm not—what kind of food?

Man: [whispers] This place has really gone downhill.

Woman: [whispers] Shh! She's right there.

Chloe uses Rachel's nail file to unscrew the "Martin Lewis Prescott" dedication plate.

Chloe: (thinking) Stealing a dedication plate takes...persistence.

Chloe uses the plate to pry open the viewfinder.

Chloe: Prescott power, activate!

Chloe is successful. She throws the plate to the ground and takes the quarter from inside the viewfinder. She approaches Rachel and holds out the quarter triumphantly.

Chloe: I don't want to boast... so I'll let you do it for me.
Rachel: Chloe Price, you are truly the viewfinder whisperer. I stand in awe of your powers.

Chloe: I win. That was enough of a game for me.
Rachel: Your MacGyver skills are second to none. Except probably MacGyver.

Rachel inserts the coin into the working viewfinder, and both girls look through it.

(High romance)

Chloe: (thinking) Rachel smells like...jasmine? Is she smelling me right now, too? Really should have showered this morning...

Rachel: Alright, here's the game. You find some people for us to spy on, and then you and I will act out what they're saying and thinking.

Chloe: That's it? I do that in my head during, like, every class.

Rachel: See? You're a natural. Let's give it a try.

The Viewfinder Game[]

Objects

Chloe: They totally stole my third-grade art project.
Rachel: Wow, you made that?
Chloe: Can't you tell?
Rachel: It does have a certain "gives zero fucks" quality that I recognize.

Chloe: Hey, what do you say we barbecue some squirrels when we're done here?
Rachel: God, you just have the best ideas.

People

Chloe: Alright, let's see...

Chloe: (in mocking voice) "After this, wanna come home and listen to my Spotify playlist?"
Rachel: "Is it the kind of listening where you have to get under the covers to really appreciate the music?"
Chloe: (in mocking voice) "Yes! And clothes really mess with the acoustics, so..."

Chloe: (in mocking voice) "Why do we always hold hands like this? Didn't you tell me you were ambidextrous?"
Rachel: "No, I didn't, I said I was ambisexual."
Chloe: (in mocking voice) "Oh. So you can have sex with both of your hands?"
Rachel: "Exactly. Wanna see?"
Chloe: (in mocking voice) "Only if you let go of my hand first."

Chloe: Sweet beanie.
Rachel: What do you suppose she's thinking?

Chloe: (in mocking voice) "Nature's wifi sucks."
Rachel: (in mocking voice) "Maybe there's a squirrel family around here with broadband."
Chloe: (in mocking voice) "If only I can guess their password. Welovenuts69?"
Rachel: (in mocking voice) "Dingoesateourbabies13?"
Chloe: Too soon.

Chloe: (in mocking voice) "Sure, the view's great, but I prefer to look at pictures of nature on a computer."
Rachel: (in mocking voice) "Ugh, the grass around here is so not green enough."
Chloe: (in mocking voice) "I cannot wait for the machines to take over."

Rachel: Think this guy is married to a nutritionist? He's all like, (in deep, mocking voice) "I'm not allowed to eat this stuff at home, so..."

Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) "I love grease! How can something that tastes so good..."
Rachel: "...be so wrong!"
Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) "Uh-oh, dropped a fry on my suit."
Rachel: (in deep, mocking voice) "Now I'll have to burn it."
Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) "Good thing I have a giant squirrel costume in the car."

Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) "I'm so glad I became a lawyer. I love getting paid in fries."
Rachel: Do you think he represents the Hamburglar?
Chloe: Wouldn't he be paid in hamburgers, then?
Rachel: Shit, you're right.

Chloe: Loving this guy.
Rachel: What's he thinking right now?

Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) No matter how fast I go, I'll never outwalk this wedgie.
Rachel: That's so tragic. But also beautiful, in its own way.

Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) "I hope bees don't mistake my shorts for a begonia."
Rachel: "I've been pollinated twice this week already."

Rachel: Hmm, what's going on with these two?

Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) "And the lord saideth: thou shalt make a burnt offering of your firstborn son..."
Rachel: (in child-like voice) "Who are you talking to, dad?"
Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) "No one, son. Now, lean into the grill and see if the fire's started. Further. Further..."

Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) "If you want lunch you're going to have to learn how to skin your own food like a man."
Rachel: (in child-like voice) "But I don't know how to skin a bald eagle, dad."
Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) "You don't? What the hell are they teaching you in school?"

Rachel: Wow, that was dark.
Chloe: Too dark?
Rachel: Perfect dark.

Chloe: This is fun. Who's next? Uh, sorry. Didn't mean to hog the viewfinder.

The girls see a man and a woman, meeting under the oak tree. They hug each other.

Chloe: Wooo, jackpot. Commence make-out session, in three, two, one...

At Chloe's mark, the man and the woman start kissing.

Chloe: Nailed it. Damn, they are really going at it.

Chloe: (in deep, mocking voice) Oh, honey, I think we used the vibrating bed for too long. I'm totally seeing double.

Chloe: (in mocking voice) Wait, you're a prostitute? But I'm a prostitute! Now who gets paid?

Chloe: [looks around] Rachel?

Rachel stands a little away, with her back turned to Chloe.

Chloe: Hey, are you alright?

Rachel: What are we doing?

Chloe: Excuse me?

Rachel: Last I checked, you're supposed to be Chloe Price. Yet we've been ditching now for hours and we haven't even gotten wasted yet. That's got to be against some school ditching rule.

Chloe: Uh, hell yeah. The honor student wants to show the school delinquent how to party? Be my guest.
Rachel: How gracious of you.

Chloe: I don't know, I might still be hungover from last night.
Rachel: Wrong answer. You don't ask a girl out and then not buy her a drink.

Stealing the Wine[]

Rachel brings Chloe to the picnickers.

Rachel: They have a bottle of wine. Let's steal it.

Chloe: Uh, okay. Or we could go try to find a liquor store instead?

Rachel: No. You shouldn't bring alcohol to a public park if you're not willing to share it with everybody, right? And... Fuck it, I just wanna take something that's not mine. Alright, I'm going in. Try to keep up.

Rachel approaches the picnickers.

Woman: [notices Rachel] Um, can we help you?

Rachel starts breathing heavily and collapses to the ground.

Woman: Oh, my god!

The man and woman get up and go over to Rachel.

Chloe: (thinking) Holy shit! Talk about committing to a performance. Better act fast.

Man: What—what do we do? Should we check her pulse?

Woman: Didn't you used to be a lifeguard? Give her CPR!

Man: That was years ago! You think I remember?

Woman: How to save someone's life? Yeah, I guess I'd remember something like that.

Man: So then you do it!

Woman: Don't yell at me!

Chloe tries to snatch the wine, but the couple notices her.

Man: Oh, thank god! Please, this girl is in trouble, go get help.

Chloe: Yeah, I'll get right on that.

Chloe: (thinking) I need to get these two to focus on Rachel so I can swipe the wine.
Starts the Backtalk Challenge.

Picnic Couple Backtalk Challenge

Woman: What are you waiting for? Go!

Chloe: Don't look at me, look at Baywatch over here. "Uh, I don't remember how to do CPR, waahh." It's time to nut up or shut up.
Man: Watch out, I'm going to check her pulse. That's on her neck, right?
Woman: I still think you should go get help. There's a ranger station on the other side of the park.
Man: Good point. We'll keep watch while you go.

Chloe: I've seen this kind of thing before. This woman clearly has a wound that needs to be sterilized. Do you happen to have any alcohol?
Woman: I didn't see a wound.
Chloe: Look closer. In the meantime, I'll search for the booze.
Chloe loses.

Chloe: I already called 911. They should have an ambulance here any moment. In the meantime, they said to keep close watch on her. Like, turn all the way around and really focus.
Man: Watch out, I'm going to check her pulse. That's on her neck, right?
Woman: I still think you should go get help. There's a ranger station on the other side of the park.
Man: Good point. We'll keep watch while you go.

Chloe: Oh, shit, that sounds like rabies to me.
Woman: Rabies?
Chloe: Yup, definitely rabies. Better pay close attention to make sure she doesn't try to bite you.
Man: Okay, okay. You can do this... I can't do it!
Woman: Pathetic... Look, he's clearly useless. This woman needs help from someone who actually knows what they're doing.

Chloe: Look at all the time we've wasted already. This woman needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, stat.
Rachel: Nnnnnnnooooo.
Chloe: Yup, definitely needs mouth-to-mouth.
Man: Okay, okay. You can do this... I can't do it!
Woman: Pathetic... Look, he's clearly useless. This woman needs help from someone who actually knows what they're doing.

Chloe: Did you know red wine has recently been found to help against strokes? Hey, we're in luck! You have some red wine right here. I'll just go ahead and administer it to the patient.
Chloe loses.

Chloe: Oh, shit, now I'm starting to feel sick too. I think it's contagious. You'd better run away before it gets you too.
Chloe loses.

Chloe: "Thou shalt help those who help thineselves." You know who said that?
Woman: God?
Chloe: Oh, word? I thought it was Benjamin Franklin. But that's even better.
Man: Damn it, she's right.
Chloe wins.

Chloe: Okay, fine, I'm going. But when the police show up, I hope they don't arrest you.
Woman: Arrest us?
Chloe: Good Samaritan law, ever heard of it? It means you have to do everything in your power to help someone in trouble. Everything.
Man: Goddamn it. I'm going in.
Chloe wins.

Only if Chloe heard their conversation earlier.
Chloe: Hey! Look at me! Do you want to be locked out of the car of life forever? Or are you ready to break in there and seize the keys to your potential?
Man: Oh, my god. You're right.
Chloe wins.

The picnicker attempts to give Rachel mouth-to-mouth. At the last moment she pushes him away and stands up.
Rachel: Hey, wow, I'm all better now. You saved my life. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Chloe sneakily grabs the bottle and hides it behind her.
Chloe: Yeah, good work everyone. Peace out.
The girls leave.
Woman: That was incredible. You're a hero.
Man: Huh, I guess I am.

Woman: Hold on. There something off about this. Are you girls putting us on?
Chloe: Rachel, run!
Man: What the hell?
Chloe grabs the bottle and both girls run away.

The girls run to the parking lot. Rachel takes the bottle from Chloe and starts drinking, then offers it to Chloe.

Rachel: Here, you earned this.

Rachel: So maybe your acting could use a little work. But at least you committed to the performance.

Chloe: Thanks. I could use a drink after trying to keep up with you.
Chloe drinks the wine, then gives it back to Rachel.

Chloe: No, thanks. You're the one who really worked for it.
Rachel: Suit yourself.

Rachel continues drinking.

Rachel: [walks away] I...am excessively sober right now.

Chloe: (thinking) Right. Okay. Guess we're leaving now.

Chloe follows Rachel as they leave the park.

Junkyard[]

Rachel and Chloe walk down a train track. Rachel is drinking the wine that the two of them stole from the picnickers and Chloe is balancing on the rails. They come across the American Rust Salvage Yard.

Chloe: Whoa. Hey, check this out!

Rachel: What?

Chloe gestures at the junkyard, suggesting that they should explore.

Rachel: Great. It's a pile of trash.

Chloe: Uh, yeah, an awesome pile of trash. Let's explore.

Rachel: You have fun, Chloe. I'm gonna go sit down.

Chloe: (thinking) Rachel's been acting kind of standoffish ever since we left the park. What's her deal?

Rachel sits on a crate, looking upset, still holding her wine.

Chloe: I've heard that actors are moody, but, wow, Rachel.
Rachel: I'm not moody. I just need some space. Is that alright with you?

Chloe sits on the rusted car behind Rachel who gives a very disapproving look while the awkward Chloe behind her fidgets in her place.
Rachel: Chloe, I'd really like some space right now.
Chloe hops off the car.

Chloe: Okay... Actually, no. I thought we were having a great day together. Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?

Rachel: I'm not acting like anything. I just wanna be left alone right now.

Chloe: Yeah, I get it. I know I'm not the easiest person to be around. I don't exactly have tons of experience with the whole friendship thing.
Rachel: Not everything revolves around you, Chloe.
Rachel gets up.
Chloe: I didn't say it did. I'm just saying I understand.
Rachel: No. You really don't.

Chloe: No. I don't understand. You can't just turn on me for no reason.
Rachel: [stands up to face Chloe] I'm sorry, turn on you? I guess I forgot, it's always about how you feel, isn't it? "Sad Chloe's fucking sad again." Maybe you should try giving a shit about other people for once.
Chloe: [shouts] Are you serious right now?

Rachel: [throws her wine bottle at a barrel] Fuck!

Rachel lets out a very frustrated groan, returning to her seat.

Chloe: (thinking) Okay, I still have no idea what's going on with Rachel, but apparently she gets smashy when she's angry. I can work with that.

Chloe scans the area, and looks almost relieved when she finds a baseball bat leaning against one of the old rusted cars.

Chloe: [picks up the bat] Score.

Chloe: Here. If you really wanna smash something, this should do the trick.
Rachel turns to look at Chloe. Acknowledging her request, she stands up and takes the bat from Chloe and examines it.

Chloe: Hey, check this out.
Chloe: [picks up a beer bottle] (in a posh voice) I don't always drink beer. (normally) But when I do, I prefer drinking it next to (in a posh voice) an old toilet.
Chloe places the bottle on an old toilet behind her, and knocks it over with the bat.
Chloe: Home run!
Rachel: [walks to Chloe] Can I see?
Chloe: Sure.
Chloe hands the bat to Rachel.

Rachel: [throws the bat away] I asked you to leave me alone.

Chloe: Are you kidding me? I know you're the school princess and all, with the DA daddy and the perfect grades and all the perfect little Victoria Chases kissing your perfect ass, but seriously...fuck you.

Rachel: Great. I'm leaving. See you around, Chloe.

Rachel turns away and heads back towards the tracks.

Chloe: You can't leave!

Rachel: Watch me.

Chloe: Rachel, wait! Don't go.

Rachel: [turns again to face Chloe] Why not?

Chloe: Because...because I don't want to ruin this the way I ruin everything else in my life.

Rachel: And what is "this" exactly?

Chloe: A real friendship.

(High romance score)

Rachel: Oh. Is that all?
Chloe: I mean, I don't know. Yet. But I want to find out.

Rachel: I thought Chloe Price doesn't need friends.

Chloe: I thought so too, before today. I guess it's easier to be alone if you decide it's a choice. I'm sorry. For whatever I did...or didn't do. Today was the best day I've had since...since my dad died. And I screwed it up somehow. Like I screw everything up. 'Cause I'm a fucking screwup.

Rachel: Chloe...

Chloe: Please. I don't want to be alone anymore.

Rachel: I'm sorry, Chloe. I can't say why, and I know it isn't fair. But I can't be your friend right now.

Chloe: Can't, or don't want to?

Rachel: Does it matter? I'm really sorry.

Chloe: I mean...fuck. Are you actually going to make me say it?

Rachel: Say what, exactly?
Chloe: You know. Like, a friendship. But...more.
Rachel: Ah...

Rachel: Say what?
Chloe: You know. Like, a friendship. But...more.
Rachel: Oh...

Chloe: I know. Weird, right? It's just, today was the best day I've had since...since my dad died. And when I almost ruined it just now, the way I ruin everything, it made me realize...whatever's going on between us is special. (after a short pause) Come on, say something.

Rachel: Chloe, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. But... I can't. I can't. Even though I want to.

Rachel: Chloe, I... I...
Chloe: You know what? Forget it. This was really stupid. I mean, you're Rachel Amber and I'm Chloe Price.
Rachel: It's not that. It's just hard right now, and I can't talk about it.

Chloe: Why not?
Rachel: Because I can't. I know it isn't fair. But it's how it is.

(High romance score)

Rachel comes closer and wipes a tear from Chloe's cheek. Then she walks away.

Rachel: Goodbye, Chloe.

Rachel leaves. Chloe picks the bat up from the ground and looks around angrily.

Chloe: Fuck. This. Place.

Chloe’s Rampage[]

Chloe: You know she's fake, yet you can't take your eyes off her. Who else do I know who fits that description?

Chloe: Fake and hollow. Who else do I know who fits that description?

Chloe smashes the mannequin's head off.

Chloe: Fuck off, Rachel.

Chloe pushes a box of junk to the ground and a camera falls out of it.
Chloe: I've never understood your hard-on for cameras, Max. You took a million pictures of us, and not one of them showed that you were gonna leave when I needed you most.
Chloe smashes it.
Chloe: Fuck cameras.

Chloe: If you want to rip a family apart from the inside, it's important to bring the proper tools.
Chloe picks up the tool box and throws it.
Chloe: Fuck you, David.

After some random smashing, Chloe hits the Truck's tailgate.

Chloe: Shit!

Chloe closes the trunk with her hand and moves to another section of the junkyard. There she sees her fathers wrecked car and drops the bat.

Chloe: Dad?

Chloe approaches the car and starts hitting its hood with her fists and crying. Then she falls on her back and continues crying on the ground.

Dream[]

Chloe wakes up in William’s car again. "Burning the Midnight Oil" song is still playing on the radio. William turns it off and looks at Chloe.

William: Why are you crying, sweetheart?

The Raven suddenly appears on the hood of the car, and almost immediately disappears.

Chloe: Because you're not real.

In the next shot David is sitting in the driver’s seat, but in a moment he is replaced by William.

William: (laughs) I'm not?

Chloe: (thinking) What is going on?

Chloe looks at one of the objects around her.

William: Kiddo, look on the bright side, wouldja?

Chloe: What bright side?

William: You made a new friend today.

Chloe sees Rachel, walking towards the oak tree, as William’s car passes it by.

Chloe looks at one of the objects around her.

William: Gotta say, that was some fight.

(Said "Something more")

William: A lovers' quarrel, you might say?

William: She nearly took your head off.

The car passes by Rachel again. This time she turns her head in Chloe's direction.

Chloe: What do you care?

William: Sorry, sweetheart, I guess I'm getting into your personal business.

Chloe looks at another object in the car.

William: Sometimes people need you, though.

William points outside. The car stops next to Rachel, who is looking at Chloe with wide eyes.

William: Even when they don't admit it.

Rachel puts her hand on the glass, Chloe puts hers on the other side. Suddenly Rachel catches on fire.

Chloe: Rachel...

A truck appears outside the window and crashes into the left side of William's car.

Junkyard - Night

Chloe wakes up in her father’s wrecked car. She gets out of it and leans on the hood one last time. Then she goes towards the train tracks and starts walking back to the Overlook, as a raven flies overhead.

Overlook - Night[]

Rachel stands under the oak tree, crying, while Chloe silently approaches her from behind.

Rachel: You came. I'm glad.

Chloe: Are you sure about that? I got kind of a different message this afternoon.
Rachel: Yeah.

Chloe: Hey, I couldn't let the day end with...whatever this afternoon was.

Rachel: Chloe, I want to talk to you about something, but...I don't know how to talk about this.

Chloe: You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.

Chloe stays silent.

Rachel: You remember that guy we saw under this tree with that woman?

Chloe: The ones who were making out?

Rachel: That was my dad.

Chloe: Oh. Alright.

Rachel: And that woman was definitely not my mom.

Chloe: Oh.

Rachel: The worst part is, I'm not surprised. I've felt like my dad's been lying about something for a while. I just... I didn't know what it was. So when I saw he got a text from an unknown number...asking him to meet... I thought I could catch him, or something...

Chloe: I'm so sorry, Rachel. I don't...I don't know what to say.
Rachel: Neither do I.

Chloe stays silent.

Rachel: Chloe, I love my dad. I love him, and I never want to see his fucking face again.

Chloe: When my dad died, I was so mad at him. For months, I felt...wrong, because half the time I thought of him, I wanted to scream. And the other half, I forgot—

Rachel: Forgot that anything had changed.

Rachel takes a picture of her and her father out of her pocket.

Rachel: It's silly, but I've carried this photo around with me for years. [hands the picture to Chloe] It's from Mt. Hood. My dad took me hiking there when I was ten. It started raining, and I fell and broke my arm three miles from the car. I remember screaming like I was gonna die. But my dad...he carried me down the mountain. I still remember the smell of his coat, and how calm he was, and the sound of his voice, and...

Chloe comes closer, but Rachel gestures her to give her space.

Chloe does nothing.

Rachel: He was just so strong, you know? I felt safe.

Chloe: You trusted him.
Rachel: Completely.

Chloe: No one's ever safe.
Rachel: Yeah.

Chloe: [gives the picture back to Rachel] Here.

Rachel: [taking the photo] Chloe, I owe you an apology.

Chloe: Don't... Don't worry about it.

Chloe: Hey, we were both kind of the queen of shitty.

Rachel: No, I mean it.

Rachel: Whatever's going on between us, it's... intense, and new, and awesome, and...

Rachel: You had the courage to tell me that you feel it, too. And I treated you like shit.
Chloe: Courage? I don't know if I'd call it that. More like blind desperation.

(Chloe accepted the wine)

Chloe: And maybe a slight buzz from that wine.

Rachel: Maybe you just see it as friendship, I don't know. But I put you on the spot, and I could have handled that better. I'm sorry.

Chloe: Rachel, after the day you've had, it's okay. I mean it. We have all the time in the world to figure out whatever this is.

Rachel: Meeting you, this friendship...it means more to me than you could possibly imagine.

(Said "Something more")

Rachel: And you said you have feelings for me, and it caught me off guard, is all. I could have handled it better. I'm sorry.

Chloe: Hey, no, it's okay. Whatever this is, we're going to figure it out, together. Right?

Rachel: I just want you to know... I'm lucky that you were with me today. You're a badass, Chloe Price.

Chloe: What?

Rachel: Remember that biker asshole who wouldn't let you into the mill?

Rachel: You talked your way right past him.

Rachel: You didn't give a shit. I saw you sneak through the side door.

Chloe: You saw that?

Rachel: And those skeevy douchebags who followed you upstairs?

Rachel: You dropped that one guy with a knee to the balls.

Rachel: You dropped that one guy with a bottle to the face.

Chloe: Only because you showed up at the last minute and—

Rachel: Two against one, but you wouldn't take any shit from them.
Chloe: I'd be dead if you hadn't thrown that bottle—
Rachel: You inspired me.

(Defended Nathan)

Rachel: What about Drew, when he was picking on Nathan? You got right in his face and called him out.

Chloe: That was pretty sweet, actually.
Rachel: See? You're the real thing, Chloe. I don't know anyone like you.

Chloe: And almost got punched in the head.

Rachel: Plus you came along with me, no questions asked.

Chloe: Well, I don't really need a good reason to ditch school.

Rachel: I guess tomorrow there'll be hell to pay.

Chloe: My mom might skip grounding and just go straight to the death penalty.

Rachel: And my dad will definitely punish me with...

Chloe: I'm so sorry, Rachel.

Chloe: Fuck your dad.

Rachel: Fuck him.

Chloe: What I wouldn't give to leave this place and never look back...

Rachel: What's stopping us?

Chloe: Us? Are you serious?

Rachel: There's nothing keeping me here. Not anymore.

Chloe: So if I came to you tomorrow and told you to pack your bags...

Rachel: I'm serious. Let's do it, Chloe. Let's leave this place forever.

Chloe: Okay.

Rachel looks at the photo in her hand.

Rachel: Can I borrow your lighter?

Chloe gives her the lighter.

Rachel: Thank you.

Rachel sets the photo on fire and lets it fall into the trash can. As the garbage inside the can starts burning, she takes a step back.

Chloe: Come on.

After a moment of hesitation, Rachel kicks the trash can over. Its burning contents fall out towards the oak tree, setting it on fire. Rachel starts screaming loudly, and at the same time a gust of wind comes from behind her, spreading the fire to the entire tree.

Rachel is breathing heavily and crying. Then she lets out another scream, and another gust of wind comes blowing at the fire.

Both girls look on in shock as the fire starts spreading to other trees.

Epilogue[]

Frank and his friend are hanging out next to his RV at the Old Mill. His friend is on the phone and Frank is drinking a bottle of beer. Frank stares in shock at the fire and smoke in the distance.

David is fixing up his car, while Joyce brings him a bottle of beer. They both look at the fire and David puts his arm around her.

Nathan is sitting at the fountain, looking through his picture book. Then he notices Steph, Mikey and Drew, hanging at the picnic table far from him. The three of them look at the fire.

James Amber and Principal Wells are talking to a police officer at the Blackwell parking lot. James looks at the fire.

The woman seen kissing James is sitting on a bench at the Overlook Park, looking at the fire. While smoking a cigarette, she starts smiling mysteriously.

END OF EPISODE 1: AWAKE

Episode 2: Brave New World - Script →

Episode 1: Awake - Script

Prologue[]

Old Mill Entrance[]

Conversation with the Bouncer[]

The mill.

Your bike.

Walk away.

Let me inside, now.

Your bedtime?

No bedtime.

Do me a solid.

What could it hurt?

I don't do 'cute'.

Cute is relative.

This isn't a playground?

Fine, I'll sneak in.

I am not a kid!

A girl like me?

Girls kick ass.

Flowers on your bike?

I'm not worried.

Who's your boss?

Look the other way.

Bosses suck.

Knock, knock.

F.U.N.

You try too hard.

I'm sorry.

Eat your feelings.

Is that bracelet for real?

Who's Damon?

Help me out here!

Damon Shmamon.

(Chloe wins)

(Chloe loses)

Punk Club[]

(Chloe enters through the front door)

(Chloe enters through the back door)

Optional Conversation with the Pitbull's Owner[]

Optional Conversation with the T-Shirt Vendor[]

(Talked to him)

(Didn't talk to him)

Steal the money.

Leave it.

Conversation with the Skeevy Guys[]

Apologize.

Blow him off.

Conversation with Frank[]

(Tried pushing through the crowd)

(Didn't try pushing through crowd)

How about some weed...

Never mind.

Spot me some?

Here's some cash.

Do you come here a lot?

Where do those stairs go?

Who was that guy I pissed off?

(Saw Damon Merrick graffiti)

(Didn't see graffiti)

Later.

Second Floor[]

Apologize.

Walk away.

Insult.

ATTACK

RUN

Chloe's House[]

Upstairs[]

(Bought weed from Frank)

Downstairs[]

(Attacked Skeevy Guys

Sorry. I'll do better.

I was sleeping.

School.

David.

Pot roast.

Engagement ring.

(Wore Firewalk shirt)

(Wore any other outfit)

(Bought weed from Frank)