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*It is raining heavily. The forest and the lighthouse pathway are lit up momentarily by lightning flashes. Max is lying on the ground with her eyes closed. She slowly opens her eyes and starts to look around*
Max (thinking): Where am I? What's happening?
*Max gets up*
Max (thinking): I'm trapped in a storm? How did I get here? ...and where is "here"?
*Max notices the lighthouse in the distance*
Max (thinking): Wait... There's the lighthouse... I'll be safe if I can make it there... I hope... Please let me make it there...
*Max lifts up her left arm to protect herself from the wind as she walks up the path. She reaches the lighthouse and sees the tornado approaching Arcadia Bay*
Max: Holy shit. The tornado is headed straight for the town...
*Max looks over at the fence, notices a newspaper, and puts it up*
Max: October 7th? That's today! Oh, no...
*The tornado blows up a boat, which hits the lighthouse and breaks it in two. The upper portion starts to fall on Max*
Max: Whoa! No!
*Max wakes up and examines her surroundings*
Max (thinking): Whoa! That was so surreal.
Mr. Jefferson: Alfred Hitchcock famously called film, "little pieces of time" but he could be talking about photography, as he likely was. These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow; from color to chiaroscuro...
Max (thinking): Okay... I'm in class...
Stella's pen falls on the floor and she reaches down to pick it up*
Max (thinking): Everything's cool... I'm okay...
*Taylor throws a paper ball at Kate*
Mr. Jefferson: Now, can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white? Anybody? Bueller?
*Victoria's phone vibrates*
Max (thinking): I didn't fall asleep, and... that sure didn't feel like a dream... Weird.
Victoria: Diane Arbus.
Mr. Jefferson: There you go, Victoria! Why Arbus?
Victoria: Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel like, totally haunted by the eyes of those sad mothers and children.
Mr. Jefferson: She saw humanity as tortured, right? And frankly, it's bullshit. Shh, keep that to yourself. Seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation. And any one of you could do that to me. Isn't that too easy? Too obvious? What if Arbus chose to capture people at the height of their beauty or innocence? She had a brilliant eye, so she could have taken another approach.
Victoria: I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of her work. I prefer... Robert Frank.
Mr. Jefferson: Me too, Victoria. He captured the essence of post-war, beat America. And there was honesty about the economic conditions of the era, but a beauty in the struggle. You don't have beauty without a beat. Which explains why Frank was Kerouac's photographic muse and both were the great chroniclers of the 1950's. Well... We've all seen that iconic shot of Kerouac on the balcony—and if you haven't, shame, shame—capturing the romantic urban solitude of the 20th century poet. You dig? Now, contrast Frank's stark Americana, with Salvador Dali's surrealist photographs. Like Cocteau, he was a true renaissance man, and his famous self-portraits are famous early examples of that truly awful word you pesky kids love so much, the "selfie"... And it's a great tradition, and I wholeheartedly fight for your right to self-expression. Or selfie-expression. Heh, sorry, I know. So if anybody wants to question the portrait as modern narcissism, they could go back hundreds of years to blame society. Speaking of questions, I bet you thought I'd talk all the way until the bell rang. It's your turn to lecture us. Now, based on the chapters I have no doubt you all memorized, who can tell me the name of the actual process that led to the birth of the self-portrait?
*Max looks at her entry photo*
Max (thinking): Look at this crap! How can I show this to Mr. Jefferson? I can hear the class laughing at me now.
*Max takes a selfie with her camera*
Mr. Jefferson: Shh, I believe Max has taken what you kids call a "selfie"... A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max... has a gift. Of course, as you all know, the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800's. Your generation was not the first to use images for "selfie-expression." Sorry. I couldn't resist. The point remains that the portraiture has always been a vital aspect of art, and photography, for as long as it's been around. Now, Max, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?
Max: I know the answer, but I don't remember who it is at the moment.
Mr. Jefferson (angrily): You either know this or not, Max. Is there anybody here who knows their stuff?
Victoria: Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created "daguerreotypes" a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror. [turns to Max] Now you're totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face.
*Taylor laughs*
Mr. Jefferson: Very good, Victoria. The Daguerreian Process brought out fine detail in people's faces, making them extremely popular from the 1800's onward. The first American daguerreotype self-portrait was done by Robert Cornelius. You can find out all about him... In your textbook. Or even... online.
*Bell rings*
Mr. Jefferson: And guys, don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the "Everyday Heroes" contest. I'll fly out with the winner to San Francisco where you'll be feted by the art world. It's great exposure, and it can kickstart a career in photography. So, Stella and Alyssa, get it together. Taylor, don't hide. I'm still waiting for your entry, too. And yes, Max, I see you pretending not to see me.
*Victoria walks over to Mr. Jefferson*
Max (thinking): Victoria doesn't waste a second kissing ass...
*Max overhears Victoria's and Jefferson's conversation*
Mr. Jefferson: Yes, Victoria, you still have to do your homework this week, even if you're submitting your photo for the competition. Everybody in class is turning a photo, so you see the dilemma.
Victoria: I know, Mr. Jefferson. I just worked so hard on this shot, and I'm sure you know what it's like to be consumed by your work. I just really think "Everyday Heroes" is an important cultural event and I want to represent Blackwell Academy.
Mr. Jefferson: You have just by participating, by putting yourself out there in the world. Well, no matter who wins, this is just a bump on a bigger road. I don't want anybody to feel excluded from this process. But I also want everybody to know that this photographic world is not for everybody. I had my moment in the camera eye and everybody should have that chance, right?
Victoria: Oh, totally. I only want to share whatever gifts I have with the world...
*Max looks at what written on one of the desk*
Max (thinking): Hmm, this might make a cool shot.
*Max grabs her camera from her bag, puts it at eye level, snaps a shot of what written on the deck, grabs the photo, shakes it, and puts the camera and photo away in her bag. Max approaches Victoria and Jefferson*
Max: Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson, can I talk to you for a moment?
Victoria: Yes, excuse you.
Mr. Jefferson: No, Victoria, excuse us. I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in her picture.
Max: Do I have to? I just don't think it's that big a deal.
Mr. Jefferson: Max, you're a better photographer than a liar... Now I know it's a drag to hear some old dude lecture you... but life won't wait for you to play catch-up. You're young, the world is yours, blah blah blah, right? But you do have a gift, you have the fever to take images, to frame the world only the way you envision it. Now, all you need is the courage to share your gift with others. That's what separates the artist, from the amateur.
*Max leaves the art class*
Max (thinking): Welcome to the real world...
*Juliet and Zachary start walking across the hallway*
Juliet: You didn't tell me how cute I looked yet.
Zachary: I was about to. You always look cute.
Juliet: Just cute?
Zachary: Hot.
Juliet: Then I might send you a special picture during class.
Courtney: Why would anybody want to carry around a dorky instamatic?
Taylor: Because Max wants everybody to see how hip she is.
Courtney: As if. She plays it so shy.
Taylor: She's so fucking shy she takes selfies with a giant camera.
Max (thinking): I need a serious timeout in the bathroom. Splash water on my face and make sure I don't look like a total loser.
*Max puts on her headphones and the music starts playing. Max walks along the corridor and then enters the bathroom*
Max: (taking off earphones, thinking) Empty. Good. Nobody can see my meltdown. Except for me.
*Max notices what is drawn on the mirror*
Max (thinking): I feel like the universe is taunting me everywhere I go today. It all started with that bizarro dream in class... Am I going crazy?
*Max washes her face using one of the sinks, then takes out her polaroid photo*
Max (looking at her photo, thinking): Just relax. Stop torturing yourself. You have "a gift".
Max: Fuck it.
*Max tears apart her photo and drops it on the floor. A blue butterfly flies in and lands on a bucket, behind a stall. Max follows after*
Max (thinking): When a door closes, a window opens... Or, something like that. Okay girl, you don't get a photo op like this everyday...
*Max approaches the butterfly and looks at it as she takes a photo of it*
Max (thinking): Whoa, where did that butterfly come from? It doesn't look like any kind I've ever seen before... The blue wings are practically glowing... I can almost feel the air moving around me... The butterfly feels almost like a spirit...
*The butterfly takes off and lands on a sink. Nathan enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Max hears the sound and turns around*
Nathan: (breathing heavily) It's cool, Nathan... Don't stress... You're okay, bro. Just count to three... Don't be scared... You own this school... If I wanted, I could blow it up... You're the boss...
*Chloe enters*
Nathan: So what do you want?
Chloe: I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say. Now, let's talk bidness—
Nathan: I got nothing for you.
Chloe: Wrong. You got hella cash.
Nathan: That's my family, not me.
Chloe: Oh, boohoo, poor little rich kid. I know you been pumpin' drugs 'n' shit to kids around here... I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now—
Nathan: Leave them out of this, bitch.
Chloe: I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself—
*Nathan takes out his gun and points it at Chloe. She backs up into the wall and Nathan stands in front of her, one arm against the wall and the other pointing the gun at her stomach*
Nathan: You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with!
Chloe: Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!
Nathan: Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me! Either it's doctors shoving pills down my throat or teachers.
Chloe: You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs—
Nathan: Nobody would ever even miss your "punk ass" would they?
Chloe: Get that gun away from me, psycho!
Chloe pushes Nathan away from her and he pulls the trigger, shooting Chloe in the stomach. The gun and Chloe fall on the ground
Nathan: Oh... Shit! No, no no, no. No, please God no... I didn't mean to... You just kept pushing me... Everybody is always pushing me... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry... My life is Hell... And I am so busted...
*Max comes out from behind the stall and stretches out her right hand. The whole sequence in the bathroom is reversed and Max finds herself in the art class again*

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Max: (looking around nervously, thinking) Whoa! What the fuck...? How—how can that be? I was in the bathroom... He shot that poor girl... I held up my hand...and then I was back here.
Mr. Jefferson: Alfred Hitchcock famously called film "little pieces of time" but he could be talking about photography, as he likely was.
*Stella's pen falls on the floor and she reaches down to pick it up*
Max: (thinking) I already heard this lecture...
Mr. Jefferson: These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow; from color to chiaroscuro...
*Taylor throws a paper ball at Kate*
Max: (thinking) Now Kate is being hassled again... And if Victoria's phone rings... This is real.
*Victoria's phone vibrates. Max knocks her camera off the desk and breaks it*
Max: (thinking) Shit! Man, I cannot believe this... Okay, if I'm crazy, I might as well go all the way... Can I actually reverse time?
Mr. Jefferson: Now can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white? Anybody? Bueller?
Victoria: Diane Arbus.
Mr. Jefferson: There you go, Victoria! Why Arbus?
Victoria: Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel like, totally haunted by the eyes of those sad mothers and children.
*Max rewinds time with her right hand. The camera gets repaired and returns to its original place*
Max: (looking at her hand, thinking) I did it... I actually did it! I'm a human time machine...
Mr. Jefferson: Now can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white? Anybody? Bueller?
Max: (thinking) Max, don't freak out. Not yet.
Victoria: Diane Arbus.
Mr. Jefferson: There you go, Victoria! Why Arbus?
Max: (thinking) Keep it together, Max.
Victoria: Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel like, totally haunted by the eyes of those sad mothers and children.
Max: (thinking) When I took my selfie, Jefferson asked me a question. If he does again, I'll know this is for real.
Mr. Jefferson: She saw humanity as tortured, right? And frankly, it's bullshit. Shh, keep that to yourself. Seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation. And any one of you could do that to me. Isn't that too easy? Too obvious? What if Arbus chose to capture people at the height of their beauty or innocence? She had a brilliant eye, so she could have taken another approach.
Victoria: I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of her work. I prefer... Robert Frank.
Mr. Jefferson: Me too, Victoria. He captured the essence of post-war, beat America. And there was honesty about the economic conditions of the era, but a beauty in the struggle. You don't have beauty without a beat. Which explains why Frank was Kerouac's photographic muse and both were great chroniclers of the 1950s. Well... We've all seen that iconic shot of Kerouac on the balcony —and if you haven't, shame, shame— capturing the romantic urban solitude of the 20th century poet. You dig? Now, contrast Frank's stark Americana with Salvador Dali's surrealist photographs. Like Cocteau, he was a true renaissance man, and his famous self-portraits are famous early examples of that truly awful word you pesky kids love so much, the "selfie". And it's a great tradition, and I wholeheartedly fight for your right to self-expression. Or selfie-expression. Heh, sorry, I know. So if anybody wants to question the portrait as modern narcissism, they could go back hundreds of years to blame society. Speaking of questions, I bet you thought I'd talk all the way until the bell rang. It's your turn to lecture us. Now, based on the chapters I have no doubt you all memorized, who can tell me the name of the actual process that led to the birth of the self-portrait?
*Max takes a selfie*
Mr. Jefferson: Shh, I believe Max has taken what you kids call a "selfie"... A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max...has a gift.
Max: (thinking) I know I'm not dreaming this. It's real. I can tell.
Mr. Jefferson: Of course, as you all know, the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800's. Your generation is not the first to use images for selfie-expression. Sorry.
Max: (thinking) So I can go back in time... What if that girl isn't dead yet? Can I save her?
Mr. Jefferson: The point remains that portraiture has always been a vital aspect of art, and photography, for as long as it's been around.
Max: (thinking) I need to go to the bathroom quickly and check it out!
Mr. Jefferson: Now Max, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?
Max: I'm sorry, but I really have to use the bathroom.
Mr. Jefferson: Nice try, Max. But you're not gonna get away that easy. We can talk more after class.
Max: (shaking her head, thinking) Oh, shit, Jefferson wants to keep me after class. And I need time to save that girl...
Mr. Jefferson: Is there anybody here who knows their stuff?
Victoria: Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created "daguerreotypes" a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror. Now you're totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face.
Mr. Jefferson: Very good, Victoria. The Daguerreian Process brought out fine detail in people's faces, making them extremely popular from the 1800's onward.
Max: (thinking) What if I rewind again, and give him the right answer?
*Max rewinds*
Mr. Jefferson: Now Max, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?
Max: The Daguerreian Process. Invented by a French painter named...Louis Daguerre. Around 1830.
Mr. Jefferson: Somebody has been reading, as well as posing. Nice work, Max.
*Victoria gives Max an annoyed look*
Mr. Jefferson: The Daguerreian Process made portraiture hugely popular, mainly because it gave the subjects clear defined features. You can learn more when you actually finish reading the assigned chapters. Max is so far, way ahead of everybody.
*Bell rings*
Mr. Jefferson: And, guys, don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the "Everyday Heroes" Contest. I will fly out with the winner to San Francisco where you'll be feted by the art world. It's great exposure and it can kickstart a career in photography. So Stella and Alyssa, get it together. Taylor don't hide, I'm still waiting for your entry too. And yes Max, I see you pretending not to see me.
Max: (thinking) Max, you are not crazy. You are not dreaming. It's time to be an everyday hero.
*Max overhears Victoria's and Jefferson's conversation*
Mr. Jefferson: Yes, Victoria, you still have to do your homework this week, even if you're submitting your photo for the competition. Everybody in class is turning a photo, so you see the dilemma.
Victoria: I know, Mr. Jefferson. I just worked so hard on this shot, and I'm sure you know what it's like to be consumed by your work. I just really think "Everyday Heroes" is an important cultural event and I want to represent Blackwell Academy.
Mr. Jefferson: You have just by participating, by putting yourself out there in the world. Well, no matter who wins, this is just a bump on a bigger road. I don't want anybody to feel excluded from this process. But I also want everybody to know that this photographic world is not for everybody. I had my moment in the camera eye and everybody should have that chance, right?
Victoria: Oh, totally. I only want to share whatever gifts I have with the world...
*Max approaches Victoria and Jefferson*
Max: Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson, can I talk to you for a moment?
Victoria: Yes, excuse you.
Mr. Jefferson: No, Victoria, excuse us. I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in her picture.
Max: I'm not avoiding, just...
Mr. Jefferson: Biding time, waiting for the elusive "right moment"?
Max: Exactly.
Jefferson: Max, don't wait too long. John Lennon once said that "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." Go on now, don't let me stop you.
*Max rewinds*
Max: Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson, can I talk to you for a moment?
Victoria: Yes, excuse you.
Mr. Jefferson: No, Victoria, excuse us. I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in her picture.
Max: I'm on top of it. I think John Lennon once said that "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans."
Mr. Jefferson: Max, you are on fire today. All the right answers. Good. Make sure you finish working on it by today. I have faith in you.
*Max leaves the art class*
Max: (thinking) I hope I have enough time to get to the bathroom...please...please... I can't tell anybody...they'll think I'm crazy!
*Max overhears people talking as she going to the bathroom*
Courtney: Why would anybody want to carry around a dorky instamatic?
Taylor: Because Max wants everybody to see how hip she is.
Courtney: As if. She plays it so shy.
Taylor: She's so fucking shy she takes selfies with a giant camera.
Justin: I'm serious. I couldn't even get off the couch.
Dana: When can you?
Justin: When I have to get my education on. And see you.
Dana: You should take a smoke break.
Justin: Dana, I have. I haven't smoked since... I haven't smoked since I woke up at seven.
Dana: What's the point of even coming to class if you're baked?
Justin: What's the point of coming to class, period?
Dana: Okay, rebel.
Justin: Besides, why do you think they call it "high school"?
Dana: You are such a dork I can never get mad at you.
Justin: Want to take a quick rip of my new Fire OG?
Logan: Yo, Daniel, you remember that it's payday?
Friend: Yeah, payday...
Logan: I know you didn't forget you owe us cash.
Daniel: I forgot for what.
Logan: For making sure nobody kicks your ass.
Friend: Yeah, your ass.
Daniel: Logan, seriously, leave me alone.
Logan: You're not the boss of me, bro.
Friend: Not the boss, bro.
Daniel: No, I'm, I'm...I'm just trying to go to class.
Brooke: Oh, come on, baby, hold it together... Take that corner... Ooh, shit! Sorry, farmers. Come on, shift it! Get out of my way, Ferrari, si? Almost there... Third place? That's bullshit! Grand Pricks!
Zachary: Don't even tease me.
Juliet: You know I don't tease.
Zachary: I hate that science class with those nerds.
Juliet: What's that got to do with anything?
Zachary: Uh, because if you send me a picture I won't be bored.
Juliet: You suck.
Samuel: I don't mind the mopping, but can't you pick up your damn feet? Poor girl. Nobody should vanish like that... I feel like a ghost to these kids. They barely see me. This is an excellent mop, however. I keep it clean. Dragging dirty tracks everywhere.
*Max enters the bathroom*
Max: (thinking) Okay, Max, retrace every step...
*Max approaches the sink*
Max: (thinking) I washed my face...
*Max washes face*
Max: (thinking) I shredded my photo...
*Max tears up photo*
Max: (thinking) Then the...butterfly flew in... And I took a photo...
*Max takes a photo of the butterfly. Nathan and Chloe enter the bathroom*
Nathan: Leave them out of this, bitch.
Chloe: I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself—
*Nathan pulls out his gun*
Nathan: You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with!
Chloe: Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!
Max: (thinking) Wowser, it's happening again.
Nathan: Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me! Either it's doctors shoving pills down my throat or teachers.
Chloe: You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs—
Nathan: Nobody would ever even miss your "punk ass", would they?
Chloe: Get that gun away from me, psycho!
*Nathan kills Chloe and drops his gun on the ground. He then starts to shake Chloe and walk around the bathroom nervously*
Max: (thinking) Holy shit, I can't let this happen... If I can reverse time again, I can help her.
Nathan: Oh... Shit! No, no, no, no... No, please God no... I didn't mean to... You just kept pushing me... Everybody is always pushing me... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry... My life is Hell... And I am so busted...
*Max rewinds and looks at the fire alarm*
Max: (thinking) I need a hammer to break it open!
Nathan: Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me!
Chloe: You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs—
Nathan: Nobody would ever even miss your "punk ass", would they?
*Max moves a maintenance cart, grabs a hammer from the floor and breaks the fire alarm glass with it. She then starts the fire alarm. Nathan stops pointing his gun at Chloe and looks behind him*
Nathan: No way...
*Chloe knees Nathan in the stomach or groin and pushes him to the floor*
Chloe: Don't EVER touch me again, freak!
*Chloe exits the bathroom. Nathan picks up his gun and notices the pieces of Max's photo on the floor*
Nathan: Another shitty day...
*Nathan exits the bathroom*
Max: (thinking) That did not happen! This cannot be real! I just saw a girl get shot and then saved her! What the fuck is going on? Do. Not. Freak. Out.
*Max exits the bathroom and David walks up to her*
David: Hey, do you hear that fire alarm? That means you should be outside.
Max: I had to use the bathroom...
David: Girls always use that excuse.
Max: Excuse for what?
David: For whatever you're up to. Your face is covered in guilt.
Max: The alarm tripped me out.
David: Then trip on out of here, missy. Or are you hiding something? Huh?
*Principal Wells comes out of his office*
Principal Wells: Thank you Mr. Madsen, the situation is under control. There's no emergency here. Leave Miss Caulfield alone and please turn off that alarm, since that's your job.
*David walks away and Max tries to leave the building, but Wells stops her*
Principal Wells: Hold on, Max. Come back here. You look a little stressed out. Are you okay?
Max: I'm...I'm just a little worried about my...future.
Principal Wells: You're sweating pinballs. Is that all you're thinking about? You can always be upfront with me, Max. Or have you done something wrong... Is that it? Well, Max? Talk to me.
Max: I just saw Nathan Prescott waving a gun around...in the girls' room.
Principal Wells: Nathan Prescott. You sure?
Max: Yes. He was in the bathroom talking to himself with a gun. I saw everything! He was babbling like crazy—
Principal Wells: Okay, slow down, slow down. So now you saw this... Without him seeing you?
Max: I was hiding behind a stall. I have the right to be there. It's the girls' room—
Principal Wells: I know, I know. I just want to be completely clear what happened. Mr. Prescott happens to be from the town's most distinguished family. And one of Blackwell's most honored students. So it's hard for me to see him brandishing a weapon in the girls' bathroom. So what happened next?
Max: Then...then he left. I ran out here wondering what to do. Are you going to bust him?
Principal Wells: This is a serious charge. I'll look into the matter personally. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.
Max: That's it? After what I told you—
Principal Wells: We'll continue this discussion, later, in my office. Please go outside with the rest of your class now, Miss Caulfield.
Max: (thinking) Of course this academic drone won't do anything since the Prescott family owns Blackwell now. Should I rewind and change my story?
*Max leaves the building*

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*Wells comes on through the speakers*
Principal Wells: Would Nathan Prescott please come to the front office? Thank you.
*Max notices missing person posters lying on the ground and kneels down to look at one of them*
Max (thinking): Rachel Amber... She looks so hopeful and pretty... I wonder what happened to her...
*Max looks at all the missing person posters hanging on the bullet board*
Max (thinking): Posters over posters? Somebody really wants to find Rachel Amber.
*Max looks at 2 Football posters and a Two Whales Diner ad*
Max (thinking): I would so be there if a sasquatch actually did battle a razorback.
*Max notices Hayden sitting under a tree with some Vortex Club members*
Max (thinking): There's Hayden and his Vortex Club harem. He sure is "Living the Dream"...
Max: Hey, Hayden.
Hayden: There she is, the retro-selfie master.
Max: That's me, alright. You look relaxed as usual, Hayden.
Hayden: It's a skill one cultivates at Blackwell. Especially when one represents the Vortex Club. Not to boast.
Max: Do you really want Nathan Prescott to "represent"?
Hayden: Oh, please. Nathan is like everybody's voodoo doll. "Kill the rich kid!" He's alright, and a fun guy to hang with. Fuck the haters.
Max: Fair enough, but I'm still not going to party with him.
Hayden: Your loss. Bro is fucking hilarious when he's blazed. And he does always have the best shit.
Max: What the hell is the Vortex Club anyway? Seems so elitist...
Hayden: Only if you're not cool enough to get in. And it doesn't hurt your resume.
Max: If you say so...
Hayden: I do. But you should actually come hang with us one night. Then you wouldn't be so inclined to gossip.
Max: I don't think so. I'm not Ms. Party.
Hayden: That's because you haven't partied with us. Or even Victoria. Who's pretty funny when she's baked.
Max: I guess, but that would mean hanging with the Vortex Club? Which sounds like a set-up to a horrible prank...
Hayden: Chillax, paranoia girl. We're not that desperate for fun. We know how to do that on our own.
Max: It seems weird to think about partying with all those Rachel Amber posters up...
Hayden: You're high. Rachel used to hang out with us too. She was a blast. Smart, not bitchy like...you know.
Max: So you knew Rachel Amber?
Hayden: I knew she liked to party. Hah, fun to be around. Oh yeah, and she was hot.
Max: What do you think happened to her?
Hayden: Oh, whatever happens to people who disappear without a trace.
Max: Did Victoria like Rachel? She seems like the jealous type.
Hayden: Don't think you know Victoria so well. She respected Rachel, even if she didn't act like it.
Max: Rachel was actually a member of the Vortex Club?
Hayden: No. Rachel was like her own club. She was actually too cool for us. And I'll deny I ever said that.
Max: I'm more confused than before... It's such a mystery. Let's talk later, Hayden.
Hayden: That it is, Max. Now I have to get my chemical on and study. We should get you and Dana out one night...
*Max notices Brooke with a drone*
Max (thinking): Brooke actually has a drone?
*Max goes over to Brooke's bag and notice that exactly like Warren's backpack*
Max (thinking): I'm almost sure Warren has the same bag! It looks a big nerdy though...
*Max notices that Brooke got a HiFly B400 Evo drone*
Max (thinking): What a complicated name for such a tiny drone.
Max: Hi, Brooke.
Brooke: Let me guess... You want to fly my drone?
Max: That looks like a HiFly drone, model...B400 EVO? Now that's a nice piece of tech.
Brooke: You're full of surprises. Why would you know that?
Max: I love aerial photography. Drones are perfect for that, especially those with great range. It's a new era of images.
Brooke: Most impressive, Max. Warren said you were multi-faceted. Here, give the drone a whirl around campus.
Max: No thanks, Brooke. You can continue to enjoy yourself with the drone.
*Max's phone goes off*
Max (thinking): I better read Warren's text before he blows my phone up.
*Max sits down under a tree to think*
Max (thinking): So bizarro to be back here after five years... I thought I could just fit right back in at school... But with all this shit going on, I'm even more outsider... And who can I confide in, besides my journal and my camera? Man, these are supposed to be the best years of my life... This is what it's like to be alone and feel lonely at once...
*Max opens her phone to view Warren's messages*
{Warren}: Hi Mx, can you get my flash drive? I need some info. And space.
{Warren}: Hullo?
{Max}: Srry. Running late. Insane day.
{Warren}: Ill meet you in the lot. Looking cool. You'll see.
{Max}: My camera will be ready. See you soon.
{Warren}: I hope so.
*Max closes her phone and puts it back away*
Max (thinking): Okay, I better get to my dorm and grab that flash drive
*Max notices another missing person poster hanging on the bullet board heading to the parking lot*
Max (thinking): Posters over posters? Somebody really wants to find Rachel Amber.
*Max notices the 2 bible posters and the bully poster*
Max (thinking): I'm sure this poster has stopped millions of bullies.
*Max looks at the Parking Lot sign*
Max (thinking): Now I have to go back to the dorm. This day never ends.
*Max notices the Swimming Pool Warning Sign*
Max (thinking): And this is where the Otters perform their aquatic magic.
*Max notices the Swim Team Try-Outs poster*
Max (thinking): "Otter Power"? I'm so not there.
*Max looks at the 2012 Swim Team photo*
Max (thinking): They sure get a lot of mileage out of "Otter Power"...
*Max notices the Shark eating a Otter Graffiti*
Max (thinking): Aw, that's not nice. Poor li'l otter.
*Max notices all of the Cigarettes on the ground*
Max (thinking): Ew, this is so gross! At least switch to e-cigs.
*Max sees Justin sitting with all his Stater friends*
Max (thinking): There's Justin and his skater posse. They're so amazing doing their tricks.
Max: Yo, Justin.
Justin: Check out the Max. Come to thrash?
Max: I came to noseslide, but I'd love to see somebody do a "tre flip"!
Justin: Oh, sick, you're not a poser.
Max: Nah, I just can't skate worth shit.
Justin: Oh, check it. We're gonna destroy some rails for you. What do you want to see?
Max: I'd love to see a...noseslide.
Justin: Let's get Trevor all over that action.
*Trevor does a Noseslide successfully*
Max: Now go for a "tre flip".
Justin: Let's get Trevor all over that action.
*Trevor fails to do a tre flip, Max walks up to him, takes a photo, and goes back over to Justin*
Max: Hey.
Justin: I'm stoked to see those photos framed and shit. You're not really a Skate Betty, though.
Max: Not really, but I used to be. I'm into my camera now.
Justin: I can tell. It's nice to have the females on board too. Rachel Amber and her punk friend used to love skating with us.
Max: You knew Rachel?
Justin: She used to chill with us sometimes. But one day she just vanished... Hope she's livin' the dream somewhere. If anybody hurt her we'll get a skate posse and take 'em out with our boards.
Max: Who was Rachel's punk friend?
Justin: I can't remember her name, but she was hot. Tats. Blue hair. Hardcore. She stopped hanging out with us after Rachel disappeared...or ran away.
Max:
Max: You ever hang out with Victoria?
Justin: Fuck that! I'd rather rollerblade than hang out with snobs like her.
Max: Let's chill later, Justin.
Justin: Anytime you want to take some action shots, we're here for you, Max.
*Max looks at the Science Gamer Club poster and the Two Whales Diner poster*
Max (thinking): I could go for a burger now...
*Max sees yet another missing person poster on the bulletin board by the bus stop*
Max (thinking): I've never seen so many "Missing Persons" posters for the same person...
*Max looks at the Blackwell Academy Founder Statue*
Max (thinking): I bet the Blackwell founders would shit cats if they saw today's student body walking around like zombies on their phones.
*Max takes a photo of a bird on top of the Blackwell Founder Statue and she looks at all coins in the Fountain*
Max (thinking): This is a great image... all those rippling green coins... I hope everybody got their wish.
*Max takes a photo of all the coins in the Fountain and then sits down on the Fountain*
Max (thinking): This day has been so insane... Everything is happening too fast... And none of it makes any sense... these visions, this... power. I keep expecting to wake up one more time... But if this is a dream, then I'm not asleep. Which means somehow... I did rewind time. So there has to be a reason... and I have to find out why.
*Max looks at Stella who talking with someone else*
Max (thinking): Stella always looks so serious and dedicated. Good for her.
Max: Hey there, Stella.
Stella: Hey, I know you! You're the new quiet girl in Jefferson's class. Isn't he incredible?
Max: I'm not sure yet, I mean, he's clearly a genius. But I don't agree with everything he says.
Stella: He does get a bit pretentious, but he's passionate and just says what he thinks.
Max: We're lucky to have such a famous teacher. And I actually love his work...
Stella: Me too. His New York urban stuff is great, but I'm glad he came back to his Oregon roots. Screw the East Coast elite. It must piss off those pretentious galleries that Mark Jefferson is teaching photography to us Blackwell hicks...plus he is pretty hot for an older guy.
Max: But maybe he's aloof... He seems like he's always above you, not like a snob, but like you don't know what's in his head.
Stella: Maybe. Mr. Jefferson just has his own style. If Victoria wasn't all over him, I would definitely make a move.
Max: No way. You can get him so busted. And he's not going to mess around with a student.
Stella: That's what you think.
Max: Now how do you know this?
Max: Victoria is pretty obvious. I don't think Jefferson is into her since he doesn't respond to Victoria's flirting. Which does mean he has good taste.
Stella: I don't think she's closed the deal. But she's not the only player...
Max: Now how do you know this?
Stella: You have a lot to learn here at Blackwell. Rachel Amber absolutely had sex with him. Well...I heard that from a good source.
Max: Interesting. See, you learn something new everyday at school.
Stella: Like I said, you have a lot to learn, Max.
Max: So you knew Rachel?
Stella: Not really. I saw her hanging with the other cool kids like Victoria. Not my kind of clique. But I heard insane stories about Rachel... See ya in class.
*Max looks at Ms. Grant*
Max (thinking): Ms. Grant sure is dedicated to that petition.
Max: Hi, Ms. Grant.
Ms. Grant: Excuse me, Max? I know everybody loves being asked to sign a petition, but would you do Ms. Grant a favor and hear me out?
Max: Sure, I always have time for you. What's the petition?
Ms. Grant: David Madsen, our chief of security, wants to put surveillance cameras all around the campus. Halls, classrooms, gym, dorm rooms, et cetera. Blackwell Academy should be a high school, not a high security penitentiary.
Max: I guess cameras could have helped Rachel. I can see both sides.
Ms. Grant: You're fair-minded, Max. And we all pray Rachel is found safe and sound, bless her soul. But this petition isn't about her.
Max: David Madsen doesn't need another excuse to harass students here...
Ms. Grant: Max, this isn't about personalities. This is about protecting civil rights and our school's legacy of freedom.
Max: That's crazy. I get why schools should be on high alert these days, but cameras in the dorm rooms?
Ms. Grant: It's a slippery slope. And it's up to you and your classmates to stand up here. Blackwell Academy has a noble heritage, from the Native Americans who founded this land, to the pioneers who shared it in peace, not fear and violence.
Max: You know a lot about Blackwell for being the science teacher.
Ms. Grant: Science is history, Max. And I have a secret wish to teach local lore and legends. There's a lot of unique facts about this place you might really enjoy discovering.
Max: Blackwell is that old? That's incredible.
Ms. Grant: You should learn a little history about your alma mater. You'll find some fascinating facts. There's a lot of power in this region. I think it helps the creative juices flow around here...
Max: The Native Americans?
Ms. Grant: The tribes who were here first, who welcomed the settlers. Both cultures found a mutual symbiosis and thrived. Now before I assign you homework with this lecture, will you please sign the petition to keep our campus from going back to 1984?
Max: Absolutely. I don't mind security, but not...pure surveillance.
Ms. Grant: I knew you were my favorite new student at Blackwell for a good reason. Thanks to your signature. The petition is going well. I think we'll hit our goal!
*Max looks at Ms. Grant again*
Max: I hope I made the right decision about the petition...
*Max looks at one of Mr. Jefferson's artwork on display*
Max (thinking): That's so cool that Blackwell is doing a show of Mr. Jefferson's work.
*Max looks at Daniel sitting under a tree drawing something in his artbook*
Max (thinking): Daniel is always drawing something. He makes me look like an extrovert.
Max: What's up, Daniel?
Daniel: Oh, hi Max. Could I, um, ask you a question? Would you mind letting me sketch you? I do put my sketches on Facebook, though...
Max: I'd be honored, Daniel. Makes me feel like a muse.
Daniel: Funny you should say that. I was just thinking about my real muse, Rachel Amber...
Max: So, what happened to her? There's got to be a story.
Daniel: She just stopped coming to class. Some people say she ran away, some say she jumped off a cliff. I just hope she's okay.
Max: You knew her?
Daniel: No, but once she asked me to draw her portrait. Oh, she was a natural.
Max: Hard to avoid her posters all over campus.
Daniel: Kills me to see her sweet face used as a crime photo... She had a good heart.
Max: Okay, why don't you start drawing me, even though I must be a step down from Rachel...
Daniel: No way! You're a...good substitute muse.
*Max sits down and strikes a pose*
Daniel: Oh, that's a good posture. Good, good...
*Daniel shows Max the portrait*
Max: Best portrait ever.
*Max gets up and looks back at Daniel*
Max (thinking): That was so cool. I'm glad that I talk to him. Take more chances, Max.
Daniel: Thanks Max, I'd like to talk to draw you another time, if you want.
*Max looks at another artwork from Mr. Jefferson*
Max (thinking): That's one of his famous shots. I love how it captures the moment.
*Max looks at Evan's portfolio*
Max (thinking): Evan's portfolio always looks so uber-pro. I'd love to see his photos in there...
*Max looks at Evan*
Max (thinking): I think his name is Evan. He always looks so intense.
Max: Hey, Evan. Mind if I check out your cool portfolio?
Evan: Let's see if you're worthy of it, Max. You'll have to answer a simple question: who photographed the famous Falling Soldier?
Max: Robert Capa, of course. I love his work, despite the controversy about that photo.
Evan: My, my. This quiet child knows things.
Max: That's why I'm here.
Evan: You are a kindred spirit, Max. Would you care for a perusal of my portfolio? It's not a privilege I grant to many...
Max: I'd be honored, sir.
*Max looks at Evan's portfolio*
Max (thinking): These photos are great... and Rachel Amber's face is mesmerizing...
*Max closes Evan's portfolio*
Max: Hi, Evan.
Evan: As you can see, Rachel Amber was my favorite model here. She knew exactly what angles worked best with my eye.
Max: What was she like?
Evan: She was, like, mercurial. You know what that means?
Max: Of course I do, you snob. I know, I can be a little diva.
Evan: Plus she was like brother and sister in arms. She understood me, never judged me. I hated her Vortex Club clique, but she never acted like she cared. Her friends were her friends.
Max: What do you think happened to her?
Evan: Nothing good Max... Nothing good.
*Max looks at the "Vortex Club sux" graffiti on the bench that Luke sitting at*
Max: Clever.
*Max looks at Luke*
Max (thinking): That's Luke Parker... Zachary pushed him into a locker last week. Go Bullies.
Max: Uh, hello?
Luke: Max, I don't feel like talking...
Max: What's wrong?
Luke: Nathan Prescott, little rich bitch kid. He thinks he can own people like his parents own Blackwell... Like he owns the Vortex Club.
Max: Yes, he's a nasty piece of work.
Luke: You...you know him?
Max: I busted him today, with a gun.
Luke: What? Seriously?
Max: I saw him wave a gun around today and I went to the Principal... We'll see what happens next...
Luke: You are my new hero. Finally, karma comes to Blackwell! Thank you for telling me that, Max. That makes me glad. Let's talk later, cool?
*Max looks at the Dormitories Sign*
Max (thinking): I need to go there and grab Warren's flash drive.
*Max starts heading to the Dormitories*

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Max (thinking): I need to go to my room and return Warren's flash drive.
*Max looks at the Prescott Dorms Plague*
Max (thinking): "The Prescott Dormitory." Good lord. Nathan's family owns my dorm!?
*Max goes over to Logan and notices he playing Football with Zachary*
Max (thinking): Hey, Logan Robertson: All American Asshole.
Logan: No, bro, you can't take a picture. You gotta wait 'til Friday's game.
*Max looks at Alyssa and notices she is reading a book*
Max (thinking): I feel like Alyssa and I should be better friends.
Alyssa: Oh, hi, Max.
Max: What are you reading?
Alyssa: Love Today Or Die Forever... Don't even say anything.
Max: It's a best-seller. What to say?
Alyssa: Good point.
Max: How are you doing?
Alyssa: Fantastic. I'm by myself reading chick-lit. Pretty soon I'll be bonding with Victoria at the Vortex Club...
Max: I think you're better off reading chick-lit.
Alyssa: Good point. Now, if you'll excuse me...
*Max looks at the "Rachel owes me money. PAY UP BITCH" graffiti written on a tree*
Max (thinking): Don't take it out on the tree, loser.
*Max looks at one of the sprinklers*
Max (thinking): With all these new droughts, it seems kinda obscene to waste all this water.
*Max looks at one of the sprinkers on the other side*
Max (thinking): You'd think with all rain here in Oregon, you wouldn't need to water the lawn. I guess Blackwell has to keep the lawn and plants well-manicured to look good on a catalog.
*Max looks at Zachary and notices he playing Football with Logan*
Max (thinking): Zachary always looks like he'd rather be throwing back a beer than a football.
Zachary: Football, Max. Bigfootball. Step away.
*Max looks at Tobanga*
Max (thinking): Warren told me that totem is named "Tobanga" for a reason nobody knows.
*Max looks at the Recycle Bin by Kate*
Max (thinking): Glad to see our campus is eco-friendly.
*Max notices Kate sitting down on a bench*
Max (thinking): There's Kate, looking sadder than usual.
Max: Hi, Kate.
Kate: Hey, Max...
Max: How did you like class today?
Kate: I don't remember... I guess I don't care about much of anything today.
Max: You look down. You okay?
Kate: I'm kind of over humanity today... Sorry to be a drama queen.
Max: Is there anything...?
Kate: Max, I'd like to be alone, if you don't mind. I'm sorry...
*Max notices a Squirrel by a tree*
Max (thinking): This is going to be too damn cute. At least it's not a cat picture.
*Max takes a picture of the Squirrel and the Squirrel is confused by the sound*
*Max notices Samuel raking up some leaves*
Max (thinking): Good ol' Samuel. Some people are creeped out by him. He's not creepy, just X-Files weird.
Max: Howdy, Samuel.
Samuel: Well, hello there.
Max: You look busy, Samuel...
Samuel: Oh, I'm always up to something. Today it's sweeping, then painting windows.
Max: Just don't paint over the posters for Rachel Amber. Which btw. Max: What's up with these Rachel Amber posters?
Samuel: Only she would know that, right?
Max: Uh, I guess? It just makes the campus look sad.
Samuel: You can't color over that sunlight...
Max: You knew Rachel?
Samuel: How can you know a prism? You just stare in awe... Now I have to go paint windows.
Max: What do you think happened to her?
Samuel: Best not to dwell on the past. Samuel looks forward. Like a clock.
Max: What was she like? She must have been popular.
Samuel: Even sunlight can cast shadows. Rachel did both at once, you know? She was like a battery: positive and negative.
Max: See you later, Samuel.
Samuel: And watch your step around here, Max... After I sweep, I paint...
*Max notices Victoria, Taylor, and Courtney sitting in front of the Dorms*
Max (thinking): Oh shit, there's Victoria and her "mean girls".
Victoria: Oh, look, it's Max Caulfield, the selfie ho of Blackwell. What a lame gimmick. Even Mark—Mr. Jefferson—falls for your waif hipster bullshit. "The Daguerreian Process, sir!" You could barely even say that. I guess you got your meds filled. (Taylor and Courtney laugh) Since you know all the answers, I guess you have to find another way into the dorm. We ain't moving. Oh, wait, hold that pose! (takes a photo of Max with her phone) So original. Don't worry, Max, I'll put a vintage filter on it right before I post it all over social medias. Now, why don't you go fuck your selfie?
Max: (thinking) Oh, yes, Victoria, I'll get your bony ass out of my way.
*Max looks at one of the sprinklers*
Max (thinking): Okay, now where exactly is the sprinkler valve?
*Max looks at Victoria sitting down in front of the dorms again*
Max (thinking): That's the first and last time I expect to hear that.
*Max thinks about messing with the ladder*
Max (thinking): I don't wanna mess with that ladder and hurt poor Samuel. I just want to get Victoria the hell out of the way...
*Max notices Samuel grab the paint bucket and start climbing the ladder*
Max (thinking): There goes Samuel DaVinci to paint the window...
*Max watches Samuel hang a paint bucket on scaffolding, Max rewinds, and looks at the paint bucket*
Max (thinking): Hmmm, a paint bucket next to Victoria. I see a plan.
*Max tampers with Samuel's bucket*
Max: (thinking) Okay, let's see if this works.
*Max looks at the sprinkler on the other side*
Max (thinking): I could crank the sprinkler up and give Victoria and her clones incentive to beat it...
*Max looks at the sprinkler valve*
Max (thinking): This main sprinkler valve looks easy enough to use...
*Max changes the pressure of the sprinklers, Victoria, Taylor and Courtney are sprayed by water, and get up from the steps.
Victoria: What the hell? Are you kidding? Look at this...
Taylor: Chill, Victoria. It's just water—
Victoria: Yeah, water on my cashmere! Do you know how much this fucking outfit cost?
Taylor: You look...great.
Victoria: I can't even chill on the steps...
The bucket falls on the ground and paint splashes onto Victoria.
Victoria: No way! No fucking way!
Courtney: You okay, Victoria?
Samuel: Ol' Samuel is sorry. Wet paint is not good for hair, nope. Sorry—
Victoria: Get the hell away from me, weirdo!
Courtney: Hold on, hold on, we'll get some towels... We'll be right back!
Victoria: So move your ass, before I dry!
Max: (thinking) It worked! Don't mess with Max, bitches.
*Max approaches Victoria*
Max: Uh...hey, Victoria...
Victoria: What do you want, Max? Don't...don't say a word, Max.
Max: Oh, wait, hold that pose!
*Max takes photo of Victoria with her instant camera*
Max: And no filter needed before I post this. Now please move. I've had a messed up day and I'm going to my room.
Victoria: You do that... I know where you live... So does Nathan...
Max: I know that I got photo of you covered in paint now, but I am sorry. That's an awesome cashmere coat...
Victoria: It was. But there will be another.
Max: Well, you always seem to know how to pick the right outfits.
Victoria: I do have some talent. Mr. Jefferson told me—
Max: I've seen your pictures. You have a great eye, Richard Avedon-esque.
Victoria: He's one of my heroes... Thanks, Max. I hope those sluts get me a towel before they hang a sign on me. You deserve a better shot. Sorry about blocking you and...and the "go fuck your selfie".
Max: That was mean...but pretty funny.
Victoria: Just one of those days, you know?
Max: I know exactly what you mean, Victoria. I'll see you later.
Victoria: Au revoir.
Max (thinking): Maybe I shouldn't have done that... Now I have to get to my room, then see Warren.
*Max enters the girls' dormitories*

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*Taylor and Courtney leave Victoria's room and run across the hallway, Courtney holding paper towels*
Taylor: Hurry, Courtney!
Courtney: Victoria is going to be pissed we took so long...
*Taylor and Courtney leave the dorm and notices a HIV and AIDs poster, Reward poster, a stolen Franju Nu-Face Creme poster, and a Anti-Surveillance poster*
Max (thinking): Go, Ms. Grant! Not sure if I will though... I'm a loser.
*Max looks at the Blackwell Academy map*
Max (thinking): Blackwell isn't that big, but, it sure feels like a labyrinth.
*Max looks at the Blackwell Academy Girls Dorms map*
Max (thinking): Welcome to BlackHell...
*Max notices "Redrum" written on Stella's whiteboard*
Max (thinking): Room 217? No way in hell am I ever going in here?
*Max notices "Taylor is a slave" written on Taylor's whiteboard*
Max (thinking): Is this a Vortex Club or a Victoria Club initiation? Truly pathetic.
*Max looks at the "No Boys Allowed" sign*
Max (thinking): As if.
*Max notices "Juliet: Read This Week's Edition of the Blackwell Totem" and in black marker is "seriously who cares?" is written on Juliet's whiteboard*
Max (thinking): Juliet: X-treme Reporter.
*Max notices a Young Gun Training poster*
Max (thinking): I'd love to make a photo collage of every person who've posted these.
*Max notice the "Safe NOT Sorry" poster with "see kate's video for proof" added to it*
Max (thinking): Man, people here are merciless.
*Max notices "STOMP 'EM BIGFOOTS" is written on Dana's whiteboard*
Max (thinking): Dana's still a cheerleader at heart...
*Max notices a missing person poster*
Max (thinking): This girl must have been popular, she's everywhere.
*Max notices a forest photo*
Max (thinking): Nice atmospheric shot. Needs dusting.
*Max notices two different rolls on toilet paper laying on the floor*
Max (thinking): Looks like nobody won this TP war. There's nothing left but ghosts.
*Max notices a "Be alert on campus" poster, Bike for sale flyer, Geek Grrls Book Club flyer, and a Vortex Club sticker*
Max (thinking): Thanks for the warning.
*Max notices a Modern Fire Alarm*
Max (thinking): At least that's an alarm from this century.
*Max notices another missing person poster*
Max (thinking): We get it, she's missing. Somebody has gone crazy with these posters.
*Max notices a Anti Social Media flyer*
Max (thinking): They live!
*Max notices "Will bang 4 JESUS", a shit emoji is drawn, and "ha ha ha!" is written on Kate's whiteboard*
Max (thinking): Okay, this is just mean and stupid.
*Max erases the whiteboard and draws a Peace sign*
Max (thinking): The universal symbol for: "Please leave me alone, asshole."
*Max notices a Anti Depression flyer, Lost Phone flyer, and a Statistics Tutor Wanted flyer*
Max (thinking): This is like the public DNA of our dorm.
*Max notices a Blackwell Vegan Club flyer and a Girls Nights Out HALLOWEENIE Scream-a-Long flyer*
*Max notices "be the change you wish to see -Gandhi" written on Victoria's whiteboard*
Max (thinking): Oh Victoria, give me a fucking break.
*Max notices all 4 kinds of 3.14 is written on Brook's whiteboard*
Max (thinking): Warren should be all over Brooke. They're perfect for each other.
*Max looks at her blank whiteboard*
Max (thinking): How sad. I didn't write anything. I have nothing to say.
*Max draws something on her whiteboard*
Max (thinking): Obvious, but true.
*Max enters her dorm room*
Max (thinking): Home, sweet home. My favorite cocoon...
*Max looks at all her photos hanging on her wall*
Max (thinking): "The Max Caulfield Photo Memorial Wall."
*Max looks at her Teddy Bear*
Max (thinking): Ahoy, Captain. At least I know you've got my back. When I swallowed your eye and my parents rushed me to the ER, I knew we were bonded forever...
*Max notices the pillow that she and her mom made*
Max (thinking): So cheesy, but it makes me smile thinking of the day Mom and I sewed that together.
*Max lays down on her bed*
Max (thinking): Ah, it feels so nice to just relax. This day been so damn bizarre and it feels like it has gone on forever... Maybe I'll just wake up now and find out I was dreaming all of this... Or like Poe said, "A dream within a dream"...
*Max looks at herself in her mirror*
Max (thinking): Hard to believe I'm 18. Do I look any older? Just more stressed.
*Max takes a selfie of herself in the mirror and then she looks at a note from Warren*
Max (thinking): Warren even left me a little message with his flash drive. He's such a goofball.
*Max looks at her box of Chocolate*
Max (thinking): I love that Mom sent me a fat box of chocolate coconut bites for my birthday, and slipped in a 200 dollar gift certificate. She sure knows how to make a sad birthday happy.
*Max looks at her clothes*
Max (thinking): It's not exactly "Pretty in Pink" but no shits are given. I like my wardrobe.
*Max looks at her Man Ray photo*
Max (thinking): Would Man Ray call them "selfie-portraits"?
*Max looks at her birthday card*
Max (thinking): Hard to believe I'm 18 now. I'm lucky my parents enabled my photo habit into adulthood.
*Max looks inside her birthday card and it says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXINE! We'll never forget the day you were born and your first smile. It was love at first sight. It's your special day! We miss you but we're so proud that you're following your dreams. We Love U, Your Mother and Father. XX"
*Max looks at her burrow copy of "The October Country"*
Max (thinking): I'm glad Kate let me burrow her copy of "The October Country"... I should have every Bradbury book for myself.
*Max looks at her Thunderbirds flag*
Max (thinking): I'll miss going to the games with my Dad. Go Thunderbirds!
*Max looks her other Instant Film camera*
Max (thinking): Instant film is so damn hard to find and expensive now. But, I can't help it, I'm analog, not digital.
*Max looks through her window*
Max (thinking): If I'm not looking through a viewfinder, I'm looking through a window... Always looking.
*Max looks at her plant*
Max (thinking): I haven't forgotten you, little Lisa. Yet.
*Max notices she needs something to drink*
Max (thinking): You are thirsty. I'm the worst baby mama. Drink up...
*Max waters her plant and then she looks at film collection*
Max (thinking): One day I'll organize my film collection... One day I'll get an actual HDTV.
*Max looks at her laptop*
Max (thinking): There's my poor laptop begging me to check in.
*Max opens her laptop up and notices the completed art piece from Daniel posted onto her Facebook page*
Max (thinking): Daniel has so much talent. I hope nobody hates on it just because it's me.
*Max opens the Camera Porn tab*
Max (thinking): I am so addicted to this site... Look at these vintage beauties...
*Max opens her emails and notices Warren's email*
Max (thinking): Warren makes me laugh. It's nice to feel like I already made a real friend here.
*Max looks at her photo inspiration book*
Max (thinking): Here's my go-to source for instant photo inspiration.
*Max sits down to look through her photo inspiration book*
Max (thinking): PhilIp-Lorea diCorcia, my man! I don't think I could take my camera to those places, look at that shot... I love Julia Cameron's Victorian vibe. Talk about analog cameras... Ah, Dali, what a fantastic eye! He could truly freeze time...
*Max look at her photo with her dad at the Space Needle*
Max (thinking): That's the only tourist picture I let them take of me at the Space Needle...
*Max look at her photo from the hockey game*
Max (thinking): That was a good hockey game, and a great fight.
*Max looks at the photo of her, Kristen, and Fernando*
Max (thinking): Man, Kristen and Fernando were so drunk hanging on the Fremont Troll...
*Max looks at the photo of her and Chloe when younger*
Max (thinking): ...Max and Chloe: Best Friends Forever. Who even says that anymore? I'm going to have to call Chloe eventually and find out what she'll say. The longer I wait, the worse it'll be. Idiot.
*Max looks at her books on Cartier-Bresson, Doisneau, and Hamilton*
Max (thinking): Cartier-Bresson, Doisneau, and Hamilton... The greatest!
*Max looks at her Vinyl Player*
Max (thinking): I should hit the thrift store and pick up some dollar vinyl... Is that too hipster? I don't care. Music inspires me, and my photography...
*Max looks at her Guitar*
Max (thinking): It's such a pretty guitar. I need to play it more.
*Max plays the current vinyl, goes over to her guitar, and plays on it while the music plays*
{3 minutes later}
*Max puts the guitar down and notices a sticky note from Dana*
Max (thinking): Looks like Dana left me a li'l post-it note.
*The note says "Hey Girl, I burrowed your drive so I can watch some flix while I study. If you need back, just track me down in my room. XOXO D.*
Max (thinking): Great. Now I have to go get the flash drive from Dana's room.
Max leaves her room and sees that Juliet has locked Dana inside her own room*
Juliet: You can't get out now, Dana! So tell me the truth, or rot in there!
Max (thinking): Welcome to "The Real Drama Queens of Blackwell"...
Dana: Let me out, Juliet! This is so stupid! You are ridiculous! If you don't let me out, I will scream!
*Max looks at Juliet*
Max (thinking): Juliet looks like she's ready to throw down.
Max: Hey, Juliet, is everything cool?
Juliet: Oh, yes, Max. I've locked Dana in the room because we're "cool".
Max: Juliet Watson, you be nice!
Juliet: I'm flattered. I didn't even think you knew my name at all.
Max: Uh. Of course I do.
Juliet: Thanks... I locked Dana in because she was sexting Zach, my boyfriend. Unbelievable.
Max: How do you know?
Juliet: Victoria Chase. You know her.
Max: You could say that... But, why would Dana go after your boyfriend?
Juliet: According to Victoria, Dana would do anything to date a quarterback.
Max: According to Victoria? Oh...
Juliet: She saw the sext. And Zachary won't answer his phone. Once Dana admits it, she can go. Straight to hell.
Dana: Max, I swear I didn't do ANYTHING! But I bet Victoria did! I know the proof is in her room!
*Max goes into Victoria's room and notices Victoria's clothes*
Max (thinking): Dior, Givenchy... You could pay for my tuition with that wardrobe...
*Max notices the boots that Victoria lay sitting out*
Max (thinking): Those boots are made for walking runaways...
*Max notices the TV that Victoria got*
Max (thinking): That is a tasty plasma. Maybe I could sneak in and watch "Final Fantasy: Spirit Within". I don't care what anybody says, that's one of the best sci-fi films ever made.
*Max notices the Blackwell Totem article about the Vortex Club*
Max (thinking): I bet Victoria put Juliet on her shit-list after this article...
*Max notices all of Victoria's selfies on her wall by the door*
Max (thinking): Speaking of selfies.
*Max grabs one Victoria's selfies and looks where to put it*
Max (thinking): Let's play a little photo Tetris and leave Victoria a message. Let's move this here...
*Max moves the first photo and starts moving the others*
Max (thinking): and this one there... Hmm... A pattern is emerging...
*Max looks at the middle finger that she made out of all the selfies*
Max (thinking): That's mean, but she earned it.
*Max takes a photo of it, rewinds, so the selfies would return to how it was before, and notices the Chase Space poster*
Max (thinking): Whoa, I had no idea Victoria's parents owned The Chase Space. Color me impressed.
*Max notices a rejection letter Kroft Gallery*
Max (thinking): Ouch. At least she puts her photographs out there. Unlike me.
*Max notices 3 cameras sitting on her croch*
Max (thinking): She's actually got a classic medium format camera with some awesome prime lens? I hate you, Victoria.
*Max notices a IPad sitting on Victoria's bed*
Max (thinking): No, Officer, I'm not snooping, just admiring Victoria's cutting-edge tech...
*Max opens the IPad and notices a 3D Printer*
Max (thinking): Is she going to get a 3D printer for her dorm room? Maybe I will join her posse...
*Max looks at the 3 selfies hanging above Victoria's bed*
Max (thinking): They should call this series "Aloof." Cold and soulless, kinda like Victoria.
*Max looks at all the jewelry that Victoria got*
Max (thinking): Okay, if I did wear expensive jewelry, I would wear this for sure.
*Max looks at the "Enter the Vortex Club" flyer that Victoria got*
Max (thinking): Yes, I get it: "Enter the Vortex Club." No.
*Max notices that Victoria got a Rachel Amber missing person poster with "Who cares?" written under "MISSING", Rachel's eyes being "X" out, Rachel's mouth being lined out, and "BITCH" being written under Rachel's mouth*
Max (thinking): Victoria hates Rachel Amber this much? How insecure...
*Max notices Victoria got a book written by Jefferson*
Max (thinking): Victoria is a real Jefferson groupie...
*Max notices Victoria got a Mark Jefferson Local Exhibition ad and then notices Victoria got a really good Laptop*
Max (thinking): Yes, Victoria has the best retina screen laptop. Let me just check to see if she posted my picture...
*Max opens Victoria's laptop and notices Victoria's Facebook page*
Max (thinking): I'll give Victoria props for not posting my photo... And for this nice shot.
*Max opens Victoria's email and sees what she came for*
Max (thinking): Boom. This is the email I need to show Juliet. Now I have to print this fast and get the hell out of here...
*Max notices the kind of paper that Victoria is using*
Max (thinking): This isn't even recycled paper. Victoria's not doing her part to "Save the Earth"... But this is for a good cause too..
*Max takes the paper*
Max (thinking): This better convince Juliet that Dana is innocent...
*Max leaves Victoria's room and hands the email to Juliet*
Max: Juliet, read this.
*Juliet reads the email*
Juliet: Of course...
*Juliet unlocks Dana's door*
Juliet: I'm an asshole. I'm sorry, Dana.
Dana: You are, and I hope so. You really think I'd mess around with Zachary?
Juliet: No. But I get stupid jealous. I owe you dinner. Still love me?
Dana: And you do my laundry.
Juliet: Thanks, Max. You're like the Blackwell Ninja. Now let's see what Zach has to say about Victoria...
*Juliet leaves to find Zachary*
Dana: You set me free! Thank you. Warren's flash drive is on my desk.
*Dana enters her room, sits on the bed, and Max follows*
Max (thinking): Almost done... Get the flash drive and then I'll go see Warren.
*Max looks at Dana's Cheerleader outfit*
Max (thinking): I can't even imagine what life would be like being a cheerleader. Dramatic, I guess.
*Max looks at the Bigfoots Decoration that she got hanging up*
Max (thinking): Dana takes her Blackwell spirit seriously.
*Max looks at the Vortex Club sticker that Dana got*
Max (thinking): It would be a cool sticker without the words.
*Max notices the letter from Logan*
Max (thinking): This is both sad, and pathetic.
*Max notices Dana's Facebook page is open on her laptop*
Max (thinking): Oooo, Dana's Facebook wall is up and running... I shouldn't look...
*Max looks at Dana's Facebook page*
Max (thinking): Of course a popular cheerleader like Dana would have a million friends. So fascinating to get a peek into Dana's social media world... and yes, Max, so terribly wrong.
*Max looks at the flash drive*
Max (thinking): There's that damn flash drive.
*Max picks up the flash drive from Dana's table*
Max (thinking): Must protect my precious, so Max never has to chase it down again.
*Max puts the flash drive into Dana's laptop and looks at it*
Max (thinking): I better make sure everything is still in there... I think Warren forgot to hide the Party Buster folder... Not that I would open it no matter how tempting. I have my self-respect.
*Max notices a home pregnancy test*
Max (thinking): That looks like a home pregnancy test...
*Max picks it up, steps outside, looks real quickly, puts it back where it was before, and notices a "Fertility, Pregnancy, and Childbirth" paper with a appointment written on it*
Max (thinking): I assume Dana kept the appointment...
*Max notices a Maternity Book*
Max (thinking): Good lord. Dana really was on her own.
*Max looks at Dana*
Max (thinking): Dana really does look stressed about all this.
Max: Hey, Dana.
Dana: Seriously, thanks again. I can't believe Juliet locked me in my own room. Real mature.
Max: Victoria is not nice. I don't get it. She has everything. And to pull that prank on a friend.
Dana: Just because they're in the Vortex Club doesn't mean they're BFF's. I'm in it and Victoria creeps me out.
Max: Poor Juliet gets her rage on. I hope she doesn't kill Victoria...
Dana: Zachary should worry too. As if I'd let that ego case jockstrap touch me. But I bet Victoria would be all over that action. Or has been... Max, you're smart to be a loner here. Though Warren obviously likes hanging with you...
Max: What do you mean?
Dana: Oh, nothing. When you opened the flash drive, didn't you see all the files in his flash drive? Tons of crazy shit. Films I've never even heard of. And in a special folder called "Max"?
Max: Yeah, okay. I gotcha.
Dana: Are you blushing? Ha!
Max: Dana, I'm not trying to be nosy, but I heard a rumor about you.
Dana: What? Who told you I was pregnant?
Max: Nobody important. They just acted like it was bullshit. I just wanted you to know...
Dana: It's like a goddamn reality show around here... Can you keep a secret, Max?
Max: You're pregnant. Or you're used to be. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.
Dana: Yeah. Me neither, but I did. Anyway.
Max: Oh. What about the other...?
Dana: Deadbeat Dad? You can catch him on the 40 yard line this Friday. And it's not Zachary.
Max: Who then? And you don't have to tell me. In fact, you better not.
Dana: It was Logan. He was the Deadbeat Dad.
Max: Oh... Sorry that I pry into your business. It's not my business after all. And I won't be at the game Friday. Not much school spirit, I guess.
Dana: I like your spirit, Max.
*Max leaves Dana's room and then leaves the Dorms*

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Zachary: Fuck this shit!
*Zachary throws his football, it bounces off the ground, hitting Alyssa in the head, and knocking the book out of her hands.
Alyssa: Ow! That hurt!
Max (thinking): Damn, I better rewind.
*Max looks at Alyssa*
Max (thinking): Ouch, poor Alyssa. That'll leave a bruise.
*Max rewinds and warns Alyssa*
Max: Alyssa, move your head.
Alyssa: If you insist, Max.
*The football hits the window*
Max (thinking): Now that's what I'm talking about! I actually helped somebody.
*Max looks at Alyssa*
Max (thinking): Now Alyssa can savor her bad novel in peace.
Alyssa: Max, that was awesome. Thank you!
Max: That was close.
Alyssa: Jock assholes. If I was a member of the Vortex Club they'd never pull that...
Max: Would you want to be a member?
Alyssa: No.
Max: You have quick reflexes.
Alyssa: Years of mad dodging skills. Bullies never change.
Max: That's why you're better off.
Alyssa: You're smart. We should hang out more... Now I have to finish this stupid book.
*Max looks at Zachary*
Max (thinking): I could almost feel sorry for him, if he wasn't such a serious dick. Poor Juliet.
Zachary: Get lost, hipster. I'm not doing any interviews.
*Max looks at the window that broke*
Max (thinking): Now that's what I call Instant Karma!
*Max takes a photo of the broken window*
*Max tries to leave the dormitories but spots David and Kate in her way*
David: ...so don't think I'm blind! I see everything here at Blackwell! Do you understand what I'm saying?
Kate: No, and leave me alone!
David: ...you can't fool me. I know everything about this school. I cover the waterfront. So you better figure out what side you're on...
Kate: Please, leave me alone!
*Max takes a photo of what going on and then intervenes*
Max: Hey, why don't you leave her alone?
David: Excuse us, this is official campus business—
Max: Excuse me, you shouldn't be yelling at students. Or bullying them.
David: Hey, hey, nobody is bullying anybody. I'm doing my job.
Max: No, you're not.
David: You're part of the problem, missy. I will remember this conversation.
*David leaves*
Kate: Oh, Max, that was great. I think you scared him for once... I have to go, but thank you. It means a lot.
Max: Anytime, Kate.
Max (thinking): I felt like an everyday hero helping Kate but now Officer David Dickhead is after me. Maybe I should rewind and mind my own business?
*Max leaves the dormitories and heads to the parking lot*

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*Max makes it to the parking lot*
Max (thinking): I'm glad I stepped in that time. Can't stand to see people being bullied.
*Max notices "Cars = Death" graffiti*
Max (thinking): Good thing I don't have a car. Yet.
*Max notices that someone toilet paper a bike*
Max (thinking): Who toilet papers a bike?
*Max notices a missing person poster being hold by the windshield wipers*
Max (thinking): The whole town is turning into one giant "Missing Persons" poster.
*Max notices there a lot of missing person posters in someone's truck trunk*
Max (thinking): Damn, somebody is seriously devoted to putting up these posters.
*Max notices how the truck is parked*
Max (thinking): Now this really pisses me off. So entitled. "Sorry, handicapped folks, my truck needs these two spots more than you do." Bastard.
Juliet: I don't get it...how could Zach and Victoria do that to me?
*Max looks at Juliet*
Max (thinking): Juliet still looks upset about Zach and Victoria. I don't blame her.
Max: Hi Juliet, how are you doing?
Juliet: Oh... Hey, Max. Sorry, I'm still screwed up.
Max: Sorry you had to find out about Zachary that way...or any way.
Juliet: Better sooner than later. Now that skank Victoria won't be laughing behind my back anymore.
Max: Have you talked to Zach yet?
Juliet: Mr. Badass Football Hero is such a chickenshit. He said he sexted Victoria as a joke. Haha. I think Warren wants your attention...
Max: He usually does... Hang in there, Juliet.
Juliet: See you around, Max.
*Max noticed someone cross out "SERVE" in "RESERVED" and added "TARD" to make it "RETARDED"*
Max (thinking): I wonder how long before Samuel has to repaint that?
*Max notices another missing person poster being by another car windshield wipers*
Max (thinking): At least Rachel Amber has people who care about her...
*Max notices how dirty a RV window is*
Max (thinking): That layer of dust is begging for my finger.
*Max writes "I'm so dirty" on the RV window*
Max (thinking): It's not a dirty window unless somebody writes "Clean me" on it...
*Max looks at her work*
Max (thinking): There. Now it officially a dirty window.
*Max takes a picture of her work*
Max (thinking): I could use this picture for a series on Arcadia Bay lots...
*Max notices a dog sleeping on the other side of the RV*
Max (thinking): That dog looks peaceful asleep but if I get too close... Cujo!
*Max notices yet another missing person poster being hold by the windshield wipers*
Max (thinking): The whole town is turning into one giant "Missing Persons" poster.
*Max notices another missing person poster being hold by the windshield wipers*
Max (thinking): Too bad these posters will be trashed and ignored.
*Max notices a Leaflet on Car Theft Surveillance System*
Max (thinking): A new surveillance system? That's how it starts...
Warren: Come on over here! Please? Max! Get yer ass over here! Yo, Max! Check it out!
*Max looks at Warren's old new car*
Max (thinking): Look at Warren and his Wayback Machine. He's a brave man.
*Max looks at Warren*
Max (thinking): And there's Warren... Did he actually buy a used car?
Warren: What up, Max? How are you?
*Warren tries to hug Max, but she pulls out the flash drive and hands it to him instead*
Max: Here's your flash. Thanks.
Warren: No problem. Check out my new wheels...
*Warren gestures to car behind him*
Max: Cool. Very old school.
Warren: 1978, to be exact. Now we can go to the drive-in. There's one in Newberg, just sixty miles away.
Max: You're in the wrong time, Warren. But then, so am I...
Warren: You okay?
Max: It's been one strange fucking day.
Warren: I bet. I heard Victoria got a faceful of paint... I'd pay money to see a photo of that...
Max: Really? I'm glad that I took a sweet shot of Victoria that I can't wait to share...
Warren: Oh, score one for Team Max! It will be so karmic to see her ass clown face all over the interwebs...
Max: I guess she does deserve it for all the shitty things she's done to people here.
Warren: Plus you probably could raised a Kickstarter fund just for that one image of her covered in paint.
Max: Yea, maybe. But Victoria did take down my photo. So that drama ended well.
Warren: By the way, I saw Daniel's sketch of you online... Not bad, but I could do a much better job.
Max: Daniel posted it online already? That was nice...
Warren: Congrats! You're part of his online portrait posse.
Max: Don't be jealous. I'm sure he'll ask you soon.
Warren: Oh, you're a wit, Max.
Max: It's the company I keep, Warren. Btw I didn't know you can draw. I thought you were Blinded By Science, not art.
Warren: Art IS Science. Music is math, et cetera, et cetera. I'd put Stephen Hawking against Picasso any day.
Max: Hardcore. So you must use a computer to draw.
Warren: Of course. I'd love to tweak one of your selfies with some cool graphics...
Max: That might not suck. I'll let you know.
Warren: So did you get a chance to check out the movie booty on my flash drive?
Max: Yeah, thanks. You had some cool shit on there, from Akira to Twilight Zone. Which seems apropos today...
Warren: I consider myself a pop...cultural pirate connoisseur.
Max: That does sound better than "thief".
Warren: Haha. Make sure you watch Cannibal Holocaust.
Max: Seen it. I was more disturbed by all those emo-vampire movies in there.
Warren: Can't a sensitive high school boy love sensitive vampires too?
Max: So you're sensitive...
Warren: Ouch... That sounds awful the way you say it.
Max: No, I was impressed you had Faster, Pussycat. Kill! Kill!
Warren: Russ Meyer was a genius of black and white. Plus, babes with breasts.
Max: Who would beat your sensitive ass down. Still don't see how you are.
Warren: Sensitive usually means "won't be having sex with you."
Max: Oh, god! You need a sensitive woman to kick your ass. Well, then it is fine. Sensitive is good, unless you're a pushover. You have hip taste and a quick mind.
Warren: Thanks for noticing, Max.
Max: The right girl will too...
Warren: If I was lucky... Speaking of hip and fast, we should cruise out in my car to an actual movie this week... But you seem distracted.
Max: I need to talk to somebody...just to get it out of my system...
Warren: Dr. Warren Graham is in da house. I won't even prescribe you any meds... Tell me everything.
Max: For reals, Warren, this is between you and me, not social media.
Warren: Don't insult me. Max, go on.
Max: I had this incredibly bizarro experience in Mr. Jefferson's class today... I mean, life-changing. Have you ever had a dream so real it was like a movie?
*Nathan approaches Max and Warren angrily*
Nathan: Max Caulfield, right? You're one of the Jefferson's photo groupies...
Max: I'm one of his students.
*Nathan shoves Warren away*
Nathan: Whatthefuckever. I know you like to take pictures, especially when you're hiding out in the bathrooms. You best tell me what you told the Principal. Now. Answer me, bitch!
Max: I told him the truth. A student had a gun.
Nathan: No, you told him I had a gun. That's why he dragged me into his office.
Max: And did what? Gave you a stern lecture?
Nathan: Nobody...nobody lectures me. Everyone tries though... They try...
Max: You should talk to somebody, Nathan...
*Nathan clenches his fists*
Nathan: Do not analyze me! I pay people for that. Worry about yourself, Max Caulfield.
Max: Take a step back, Nathan Prescott.
Nathan: Oh, man, you're telling me what to do?
Warren: Get away from her, dude.
*Nathan headbutts Warren, he falls down, and holds his head in pain*
Max: Hey, leave him alone!
*Max shoves Nathan, he turns around, and holds her by the neck*
Nathan: Nobody tells me what to do. Not my parents, not the Principal, or that whore in the bathroom!
Max: Stop that! Right now!
*Max scrapes Nathan's cheek with her fingernails, he pushes her to the ground, a beige truck drives up to the scene, Max gets up, looks in the windshield, and the girl from the bathroom is in the driver's seat*
Chloe: Max?
Max: Chloe?
Nathan: No way. You again?
*Warren jumps at Nathan and knocks him to the ground*
Max: Warren!
Warren: Go, go! I got this!
*Nathan starts punching Warren in the face and Chloe opens the car door next to Max.
Chloe: Get in, Max!
*Max gets in the car, Nathan gets up, and kicks the door closed.
Nathan: Get your punk asses out of there now! Don't even try to run! Nobody messes with me! NOBODY!
*Max and Chloe drive away and in the background, David Madsen runs into the parking lot*

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Max: Man, Nathan Prescott is messed up. And dangerous... This day never ends...
Chloe: "Oh, and thanks, Chloe!" After five years you're still Max Caulfield.
*Max looks down and shifts uncomfortably in her seat*
Chloe: Don't give me the guilty face. At least pretend you're glad to see me.
Max: I am seriously glad to see you. Oh, and thanks, Chloe. It makes perfect sense I'd see you today.
Chloe: Yes, it's been that kind of day. So what did that freak want with you?
Max: I have no idea. I know he's a Prescott.
Chloe: And an asshole.
Max: So, how do you know Nathan?
Chloe: He's just another Arcadia asshole... Your friend really stood up for you...
Max: Warren? Yeah, I owe him big time.
Chloe: You're not the only one in debt, and you're already causing trouble.
Max: I thought it would be quiet here. Feels so weird to be back.
Chloe: So I guess Seattle sucked hard?
Max: No, it felt like a real city for artists, big and bright. Great for taking pictures.
Chloe: Yeah, must be hard coming back to a hick town like Arcadia again...
Max: Not after seeing you. Will admit even with it being great for taking pictures. It did start to feel kinda lonely, out of my league.
Chloe: I would think you'd fit right in with the art school hipsters...
Max: Right. You look like the cover of Hipster Girl dot com.
Chloe: At least you're still a smartass.
Max: That's why I'm here.
Chloe: Please, girl. You came back for Blackwell Academy.
Max: Of course. It's one of the best photography programs in the country...and my favorite teacher, Mark Jefferson.
Chloe: So you came back to Arcadia for a teacher...not your best friend.
Max: Don't you think I'm happy to see you?
Chloe: No. You were happy to wait five years without a call, or even a text.
Max: I wanted to. But I was just so tripped out over leaving Arcadia and didn't help that when I did wanted to text you. My parents didn't let me text you, so I would have texted. If I was allowed.
Chloe: Oh, please. I'm sure your phone and laptop were frozen in time.
Max: You're merciless.
Chloe: You've been at Blackwell for almost a month without letting me know. 'Nuff said.
Max: I just wanted to settle in first and not be such a shy cliché geek. I totally would have contacted you...
Chloe: I bet you don't use these sad excuses on Mr. Jefferson... Don't use them on me, Max.
*Max falls back on the seat behind her, she watches Chloe for a while, bends down to retrieve her camera, and notices it was smashed during the confrontation in the parking lot*
Max: Broken. Oh man, are you cereal?
Chloe: Wow, haven't heard that one in a while...
Max: Not everything changes. Except my camera has officially taken a shit.
Chloe: My step-douche has a boatload of tools. Maybe you can fix it at my place...
Max: I need very specific, tiny tools.
Chloe: Nerd alert! My stepdad has a fully-stocked garage. And he actually is a tiny tool. Welcome home, Max.
*Max and Chloe drive up to Chloe's house, park in the driveway, they get out of the car, and Chloe begins unlocking the door with her keys*
Chloe: Come on in, don't be shy.
Max: The house still looks...nice.
Chloe: Home, shit home.
*Chloe enters the house and Max follows her*

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*They enter Chloe's room*
Chloe: We'll stay in my room, we'll be safe here. At least for now. Make yourself at home.
Max: This place has changed.
Chloe: Yea, my room definitely looks a bit different than the last time you saw it. That's five years for you. Don't mind the mess though.
*Chloe sits on her bed*
Max: It's cool. At least we can chill out.
Chloe: This isn't exactly my "chill-out zone"... My step-führer makes sure of that. Come in and close the door. Put on some music while I medicate.
*Chloe begins smoking and Max looks at the Oregon Coast Postcard and the one coming from Rachel*
Max (thinking): This postcard is from Rachel Amber...
*Max looks at the blue decker*
Max (thinking): Man, I remember this furniture. We spent all day painting it blue. Chloe loved that blue.
*Max opens the decker and notices a Warner Sisters drawing*
Max (thinking): We had such a blast drawing these together.
*Max notices a Power Girls drawing, she closes the decker, and notices a laundry bag*
Max (thinking): This looks like a laundry bag.
*Max goes to look inside, but doesn't because of the smell*
Max (thinking): And it reeks like dirty laundry. Gross!
*Max notices a old cardboard box, grabs a chair, uses the chair to grab the cardboard box and a report card, goes over to the table, opens the cardboard box, notices a glass snow doe, and looks at the report card from May 20th 2011*
Max (thinking): Damn, Chloe was kicked out of Blackwell two years ago. She used to be a great student... When she cared.
*Max closes the cardboard box, uses the chair to put the report card and cardboard box back where it was, and goes over to look like a Auto Repair paper*
Max (thinking): Damn, Chloe does need a lot of money to get out of Arcadia...
*Max looks at the box full of photos on the ground*
Max (thinking): I wonder what Chloe keeps in here...
*Max looks through the box and notices a photo of Chloe and William*
Max (thinking): Look at that... Chloe and her dad were so close.
*Max notices another photo of Chloe and her photo and then looks at a TV in Chloe's room*
Max (thinking): Hey, that TV used to be in the living room.
*Max notices Chloe got a laptop*
Max (thinking): Too bad I can't stream any music from Chloe's laptop. But I love how funky and outdated it is... She even covered it in punk stickers because Chloe doesn't give a shit.
*Max notices a photo of Chloe looking happy on her laptop*
Max (thinking): She looks super happy.
*Max notices a photo of Chloe looking sad on her laptop*
Max (thinking): She looks super sad.
*Max notices a photo of Chloe looking stoned on her laptop*
Max (thinking): She looks super stoned.
*Max looks at the table that is a mess*
Max (thinking): Is this a desk or a storage space?
*Max notices that Chloe printed out all the missing person posters*
Max (thinking): So it was Chloe who printed all those flyers...
*Max notices Chloe's trash can is full*
Max (thinking): Chloe's trash overfloweth.
*Max looks at all the parking tickets that Chloe got*
Max (thinking): Whoda thunk Chloe wouldn't pay her parking tickets? She does love trouble.
*Max looks at Chloe*
Max (thinking): Hard to believe Chloe was my BFF just five years ago.
Chloe: So tell me, what does Max Caulfield do for fun now that she's a grown-up?
Max: I take photos. Of me, the world, everything. It may sound sad, but I have a blast.
Chloe: It doesn't sound that sad.
Max: I'm happiest when I've got a great image in my lens. I'm not lonely, not afraid...
Chloe: Now that's more inspiring. I don't feel so totally hopeless...
*Max notices a bunch of junk in a suitcase*
Max (thinking): Nothing but junk in this suitcase.
*Max looks at the height chalk that Chloe crosses all out*
Max (thinking): Chloe was always taller than me. We made her dad keep track of our height.
*Max looks at the dresser*
Max (thinking): Chloe's dad made this dresser.
*Max opens the dresser and notices all the clothes*
Max (thinking): Chloe totally changed her style. I barely recognized her.
*Max looks at Chloe's closet*
Max (thinking): Oh, this is a flashback to youth. Our "Super Secret Closet Lair"!
*Max looks at the CD Player that Chloe got*
Max (thinking): It won't play without any power.
*Max looks at the band poster that Chloe got hang up*
Max (thinking): I'm not into them. Too pretentious.
*Max notices the power strip*
Max (thinking): There's the power strip.
*Max turns on the power strip, everything connected to it turns on, and Max goes to look at the CD Player again*
Max (thinking): Houston, we have the power. But we need to find a disc to play...
*Max notices a metal box under the bed*
Max (thinking): Okay, Chloe, a metal box under the bed equals secrets.
*Max grabs the metal box under the bed, opens it, takes the CD out of it, notices a picture of Rachel Amber, pulls it out, unfolds it, notices it a photo of Chloe with Rachel, Chloe notices, and snatches the photo out of Max's hand*
Chloe: Hey, give me that!
Max: Sorry. I wasn't trying to be nosy. Obviously, she was a good friend...
Chloe: That's putting it mildly.
*Max sits down next to Chloe*
Max: That's Rachel Amber... Her missing person posters are all over Blackwell.
Chloe: Yeah, I put them up... She was my ray of sunshine in my otherwise shitty life. After my dad died and you moved, I felt abandoned. I met her a couple days after my dad's funeral or could have met her in May 2010, but either way. Rachel saved my life. For the next 5 years or even 3 years. We practically spent every second together. It was just me and her against the whole world.
Max: Man, I had no idea.
Chloe: Well, you never made much effort to find out. I was 14 or could have been 16. I don't exactly remember, but we were best friends.
Max: I heard some rumors about Rachel at Blackwell. Are any of them true?
Chloe: Yeah, I'm not surprised. She was like a fucking human magnet. People were drawn to her. All the chicks wanted to be her, and all the guys wanted to screw her. But nobody really knew her.
Max: So, Rachel took my place... I'm glad she was there for you.
Chloe: Rachel had my back. We were gonna kick the world's ass. You would laugh at how different we were... She wanted to be a star.
Max: She looks like a model.
Chloe: That was her plan. Our plan. Get the hell out of Bigfootville, and into Los Angeles.
Max: I can see why you would want to do that... Though I bet your mom was not too happy...
Chloe: She was happy enough to marry a Nazi. Reason number 356 to escape.
Max: I feel the love... Now, when did Rachel actually disappear?
Chloe: Six months ago. She just...left Arcadia. Without a word. Without...me.
Max: How do you know she disappeared? Maybe she wanted to start a totally new life...
Chloe: Unlike you, she would've told me, okay? Something happened to her.
Max: I believe you. I'm just trying to find out what happened to her.
Max: What about her parents? Are they looking for her?
Chloe: Rose was curious where she went, but stop looking when James started to be in denial. While who knows where Sera went. Max, I know Rachel is missing. I haven't heard from Rachel since April.
Max: I assume you know more than that...
Chloe: Before Rachel left, she said she met somebody who changed her life... Then, poof.
Max: And you haven't heard anything from her since?
Chloe: Like everybody in my life. My dad, you...and Rachel. Gone...
Max: Chloe, I think I get it.
Chloe: Oh, really? You get it? Because I don't think you know the first thing about loneliness. The kind that when you hit rock bottom, you just fall deeper and deeper into an abyss. And it's all because the people I love always end up abandoning me. Look, talking about it ain't going to make it any better. Can you put on some music now?
*Max gets up and looks at the CD Player*
Max (thinking): Now let's see what kind of music Chloe is into these days.
*Max inserts the CD into the CD Player, "Santa Monica Dream" begins playing, Chloe lies down on the bed with a sad expression on her face, and she begins to smoke*
Chloe: Anyway... You can find tools to fix your camera in the garage...
Max: Chloe, are you okay?
Chloe: Sure, I'm awesome. I just want to blaze and be alone for a moment...
*Max looks at the CD Player*
Max (thinking): I didn't expect anything this wistful from Chloe... Maybe it reminds her of Rachel?
*Max leaves Chloe's room*

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*Max goes into the bathroom, turns the light on, and looks at the make-up*
Max (thinking): This is definitely Joyce's make-up. Chloe wouldn't use animal products.
*Max opens the dresser above the sink and notices the blue hair dye*
Max (thinking): I like Chloe's new hair color. She's the opposite of shy... of me.
*Max opens the dresser below the sink and notices Fluoxetine pills*
Max (thinking): I wonder if Chloe is taking those pills? I hope she's okay...
*Max notices the Arcadia Bay wall art*
Max (thinking): "You can't go home again," said Thomas Wolfe. But... here I am.
*Max notices all the books on the shelf*
Max (thinking): These books have not been touched since the last decade. I see why.
*Max looks outside the window*
Max (thinking): Nothing changed. Except for me and Chloe.
*Max opens Chloe's parents room and goes inside*
Max (thinking): This must be Chloe's parents room... Man, I am nosey today...
*Max notices the dead bird on the window*
Max (thinking): Oh shit! Poor thing! I bet I could I do something to save it...
*Max opens the window, the bird flies inside, and Max looks at the bird*
Max (thinking):
*Max looks at the book sitting on the dresser by the bed*
Max (thinking): "Act, React, or Die: A 21st Century Survival Guide." Whoa. Apocalypse self-help.
*Max opens the dresser and notices Dog Tags in the dresser*
Max (thinking): Dog tags, sweet. "David Madsen."
*Max notices the necklace hanging on top of a dresser*
Max (thinking): Oh my... Chloe made this for Joyce on Mother's Day, years ago. I see why she would keep it.
*Max notices Diner clothes and Security Guard clothes*
Max (thinking): Joyce still works at the diner and Chloe's new dad is a security guard... Uh oh.
*Max turns on the lamp and notices bills*
Max (thinking): Uh oh. The "Prices" are late on their bills.
*Max notices a photo of Joyce, Chloe, and Chloe's new stepdad*
Max (thinking): Joyce looks happy. Chloe's stepdad might not be a douchebag after all. Then again. It looks like the David Madsen from the Dog Tags is the same David Madsen that is the security guard at Blackwell. No wonder I saw Blackwell security guard clothes in the dresser. So, Chloe saying David is a douchebag could actually be true based on what I saw him do to Kate today.
*Max looks at the Magazine sitting on the dresser on the other side of the bed*
Max (thinking): Joyce always loved her mail-order catalogs of useless crap.
*Max opens the dresser and sees a photo of her pregnant with Chloe, while kissing William*
Max (thinking): Aw, Joyce has a little shrine to William. David may not be such a douche...
*Max goes downstairs*

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Max (thinking): I haven't seen this place in five years...seems like forever.
*Max tries to go to the garage and the door doesn't open*
Max (thinking): Nope. Someone locked it from the other side.
*Max looks at the mail sitting on the table by the door*
Max (thinking): Doesn't look the "Price" family is rolling in dough these days.
*Max looks at the photos that hang on the bulletin board and Max notices Chloe riding her skateboard*
Max (thinking): Now this is the Chloe I remember... always smiling and laughing... not so much anymore.
*Max notices a photo of Chloe swinging on a swing, a photo of Chloe jumping, scaring away some birds, and Max notices that the answering machine is still the same*
Max (thinking): I love that they have the same old answering machine. And there's a message...
*Max listens to the voicemail*
Officer: Chloe, if you're listening. Pete was cruising home off-duty and told me he saw you near that garbage dump. Now I've ordered you--told you to stay away from that place. It's dangerous and you got no idea what kind of scum are living out there. Stay away. I'm serious.
*Max turns on the TV in the kitchen, turns on the light, and looks at the Swear Jar*
Max (thinking): Oh, I'd love to go to Paris too. At this rate they'll be lucky to get to Portland.
*Max notices a photo of Joyce working at Two Whales Diner hanging on the fridge*
Max (thinking): Joyce still works at Two Whales Diner. Best damn burgers in Arcadia. I better get one soon.
*Max notices a Two Whales Diner menu and a grocery list up hanging on the fridge and she notices Food Magazines sitting on the dining table*
Max (thinking): Yum. That looks tasty. I do miss Joyce's cooking...
*Max notices books sitting on a shelf*
Max (thinking): I guess they're aging these books.
*Max goes outside and notices it starting to feel like Autumn*
Max (thinking): Brrr... I can feel autumn pushing out the summer...
*Max looks at a Barbeque*
Max (thinking): William used to grill awesome burgers for us. I wonder if he was the last one to this...
*Max looks at Chloe's cat grave*
Max (thinking): We made this grave for Chloe's kitty. Poor Bongo. He never saw that car coming...
*Max notice her and Chloe's drawing sitting outside*
Max (thinking): That took Chloe and me the whole day to draw. It's almost invisible now.
*Max looks at the swing that is part of the swing set*
Max (thinking): Oh, I loved this swing. William made it just for me and Chloe.
*Max sits down on the swing*
Max: What do you truly want to do when you grow up?
Chloe: Max, I'm already grown up. What about you?
Max: Travel. That would be awesome. Explore the world. Go far from here...
Chloe: Far from me? Thanks a lot, dude.
Max: Dude, you would totally come with me! I need a bodyguard for our adventures!
Chloe: I would be like Lara Croft, except real. That would be majorly cool.
Max: Totally! We'd have cars and boats and planes all over for instant escape! And no adults could tell us what to do!
Chloe: Count me in. What would you do while I was bodyguarding you?
Max: Maybe take pictures of our adventures. I would love to be a photographer. As if I ever could be...
Chloe: What are you talking about? Max, you are a photographer. Your pictures could be in a museum. Someday they will. I believe in you...
*Max gets up, goes inside, and looks at the photo with a deer*
Max (thinking): If I took the picture the deer would be standing on your ass.
*Max goes over to the couch and looks at it*
Max (thinking): Damn, it's the couch! We used to pretend it was a pirate ship... Looks like a shipwreck now.
*Max sits down on the couch*
Chloe: Come on, open it chicken!
Max: Hold on. And I'm not a chicken!
Chloe: Prove it! You drink first, Max! Younger first!
Max: No way! You first! Age before beauty.
Chloe: Whateva. Give me that bottle.
Max: So?
Chloe: Tasty. Very tasty.
Max: Here, I want a sip!
Chloe: Sorry, this is not for kids.
Max: Don't be greedy! Give me some!
Chloe: Oh shit, the carpet!
Max: There's wine all over! What do we do now?
Chloe: My parents are coming! Quick! Cover it up...
*Max gets up and looks at the wine stain*
Max (thinking): Hey, I remember that stain! Chloe and I knocked over Joyce's wine bottle, and we scrubbed forever, but it never came out. We got so busted!
*Max enters the garage*

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Max (thinking): I should be able to find the tools I need here.
*Max opens a drawer and finds a photo of David in his Blackwell Security Guard outfit*
Max (thinking): I knew it. David is Chloe's new Stepdad. He's the one that wants to put surveillance cameras all over the school? How paranoid can you get?
*Max closes the drawer, opens the next drawer, and sees Blackwell Security ID Card*
Max (thinking): You must be shitting me. David not only Chloe's new step-father, but that asshole from Blackwell?
*Max notices a photo of David back when he was in army, Max closes the drawer, turns on the light for gun rack, and looks at all the guns*
Max (thinking): Hmm, one of these guns is missing... I hope Chloe's stepdad isn't packing heat.
*Max notices that on the target board it all perfects*
Max (thinking): YES! Score!
*Max opens a cupboard and notices a map for placements of cameras*
Max (thinking): Wowser, a map of Blackwell Academy. I wonder why?
*Max notices a TV hiding in the cupboard*
Max (thinking): Should I switch this on? Decisions, decisions...
*Max switches the TV on and notices it showing things happening from different places*
Max (thinking): What the--? David actually installed cameras in the rooms? For reals? This guy has serious trust issues! Do Chloe and Joyce even know about this?
*Max turns off the TV and notices a laptop sitting on the table*
Max (thinking): This must belong to David.
*Max notices it needs a password*
Max (thinking): No password. Like it would help me find tools anyway.
*Max opens another cupboard and notices different food hiding in there*
Max (thinking): The tools might be in this cupboard.
*Max closes the cupboard and notices some files hiding*
Max (thinking): I wonder what's in those files up there?
*Max goes to grab a chair, steps on top of it, grabs the files, uses the table to look at what inside, and notices 4 photos of Kate Marsh*
Max (thinking): Kate Marsh? Why the hell would he have pictures of her? Okay, this is getting totally weird.
*Max puts the chair back away and notices a deer head hanging up*
Max (thinking): Poor little deer... It's not enough to kill you, they have to display your head.
*Max notices all the food*
Max (thinking): Look at all that food! That's like enough Spam for 100 years...
*Max notices the car*
Max (thinking): Check out the muscle car! David must be a gearhead.
*Max notices the precision tools on top of some boxes*
Max: (thinking) Boom! Precision screwdrivers! Except, I can't reach them...
*Max looks the washing machine*
Max (thinking): That does not look stable.
*Max turns on the washing machine and the tools fall to an unreachable place on the floor*
Max (thinking): That was very smart, dumbass. No can reach.
*Max looks to the ground where the tools fell*
Max (thinking): Let's see, the tools are stuck, out of reach and no way in hell to get them. Brilliant, Max, brilliant.
*Max looks at the cardboard on the ground*
Max (thinking): Yes, here's some ancient cardboard...
*Max rewinds, pushes the cardboard underneath the drawers, turns on the washing machine, and successfully pulls the tools towards herself*
Max (thinking): Yes! You have mad skills, Max. I've got the tools, I should go back upstairs before Chloe freaks.
*Max opens the door that was previously locked*
Max (thinking): Cool! Now it opened!
*Max goes back upstairs and to Chloe's room*

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*Max goes over to talk with Chloe*
Chloe: You found the tools? Sweet. You can sit at my desk and fix your camera.
*Max sits at the desk trying to fix her camera, but the tools won't work*
Chloe: So?
Max: I can't fix this thing.
Chloe: Are these your new photos?
Max: Yeah... I just took them today.
Chloe: Let me see...
*Chloe notices the 7 optional photos Max took so far and then notices the photo of Victoria*
Chloe: Booyah, you skank! Karma is a bitch. Nice framing too.
*Chloe notices the photo of David and Kate*
Chloe: Are you shitting me? That asshole is everywhere.
*Chloe finally notice the photo of the blue butterfly*
Chloe: Wait... I've seen this before.
Max: Uh...
Chloe: No way! When did you take this? YOU took this photo, you brat? In the bathroom today... You set off the alarm! That's why Nathan raged after you... It totally makes sense. You hella saved my life... Now tell me the truth, Max.
Max: I was there... Hiding in the corner.
Chloe: Damn. You're a ninja.
Max: A ninja would have cut Nathan's head off. I just took a butterfly photo...
Chloe: That is so badass.
Max: Oh, yeah, I almost wet myself when I saw the gun...
Chloe: So, did you recognize me?
Max: Not at all. Your hair and clothes are so different...
Chloe: I hope so. I'm sure this is all so weird to you after coming back.
Max: Like you said, it's been that kind of day.
Chloe: So you must have overheard our conversation...
Max: Just a bit...
Chloe: There is no way you didn't hear every single vowel.
Max: Okay, I only heard something about money...drugs...but that's it.
Chloe: Now for the big question: did you tell anybody?
Max: Absolutely. Nathan Prescott had a fucking gun on you.
Chloe: Gutless prick...that was scary. Who did you tell?
Max: The principal...but he didn't seem to believe me.
Chloe: The principal? Are you still twelve? That drunk jackass only cares about cash for Blackwell Academy... Don't trust him.
Max: I didn't mention you at all. Swear.
Chloe: Thank God... I'll tell you more someday, and I seriously owe you, Max.
*Chloe squats to search for William's camera and gives it to Max*
Chloe: I, er, know it was your birthday last month... This was my real father's camera... I want you to have it.
Max: That's so cool you remembered my birthday. But I can't take this.
Chloe: Of course you can. My dad would be pissed if I never used it. And now I know it will be used awesomely.
*Chloe takes the picture of the butterfly from the desk*
Chloe: And I'll snag this picture as a symbol of our reunion. Cool?
Max: Yes, of course it's cool! Thank you... This camera is so sweet.
Chloe: Now that we got the mushy shit out of the way, I feel like stage diving! Let's thrash this place!
*Chloe turns on the CD Player in her room and "Piano Fire" starts playing*
Max: You're crazy.
Chloe: Yep, yep, I'm fucking insane on the brain! Let's dance! Shake that bony white ass! Or take my picture with your new camera!
Max (thinking): This day couldn't get any stranger...
*Max takes a photo of Chloe with her new camera*
Chloe: This song fucking rules! Can't dance, hippie? Come on! Rawk out, girl! Yes! Break it down, Max!
*Max starts dancing her hipster dance*
David: Chloe, are you up there?
Chloe: Yo, turn it off, turn it off!
David: How many times have I told you to stop blasting that punk shit?
Chloe: Dude, the music's not even on! Asshole.
David: I'm coming up, we need to talk!
Chloe: No fucking way! Max, you need to hide. Now! David will kill me if he finds you here!
*Chloe leans against the door*
David: Chloe, what's going on? Open the door, please.
Chloe: Chill, I'm changing, is that okay? Max, find a place to hide, NOW!
David: Chloe... What are you doing?
Chloe: I'm coming!
David: Chloe, you're stalling.
Chloe: I'm changing! Gimme a minute!
David: Don't get smart, just let me in. Now. Please.
Chloe: One second...my bra is stuck.
*Max looks at the bed*
Max (thinking): I'm not a kid anymore, I can't hide under the bed! Where else?
*Max notices the closet is a option, but the lamp is in the way and Max moves the lamp*
David: I'm not screwing around, soldier. Chloe. Open this door. I'm giving you exactly three seconds to open the door. One...two...three...
*Max goes inside the closet to hide*
Chloe: Shit.
*Chloe moves away from the door and David enters*
David: What's going on in here?
Chloe: Jesus, I'm just trying on clothes. You're so friggin' paranoid.
David: Yeah, combat will do that to you. I ordered you never to go through my files. You obviously have.
Chloe: I didn’t touch your files, David. I could care less about your files.
David: You care about starting shit, Chloe. And it’s getting old. One of my guns is missing. Did you take it?
Chloe: Oh, God, I didn't take your stupid gun. You do know I believe in gun control?
David: Wait! Is that grass? You've been toking up again in here?
Chloe: Oh, yeah, guns, weed... You're trippin' balls.
David: I'm sick of your disrespect! Tell me the truth, that's an order! Whose is it?
Max: I'm sorry... That was my joint.
David: Well, well. I don't like strangers in my home. Especially dopers. So you're bringing drugs into my home. How about if I call the police? That would screw up your spotless Blackwell record... You do seem to get around..."Max". I'm sick of you losers dragging Chloe down.
David: You're on a roll today. Between the fire alarm and now this... You don't have anything smart to say now? Do you? Huh?
Chloe: Get the hell away from her! I have proof you hassled Kate Marsh today!
David: What? What are you talking about?
Chloe: I have surveillance proof. Now please leave us alone.
David: No, this missy, sure do like to pop up and start trouble. Like this afternoon. You don't have anything smart to say now? Do you? Huh?
Chloe: Get the hell away from her, man! Stop harassing my friends!
David: You don't have any friends.
Chloe: Like you would know. You're not even a real cop, you're a fucking security guard!
David: I was a soldier, Chloe. Also apparently you know everything. And Max, if I find you here again... It will be the last time.
*David leaves the room and Chloe flips the bird with both hands*
Chloe: Because you are such a badass, Max... Let me show you my new toy... I'm Price, Chloe Price! Bang!
*Chloe pulls out a gun, points it at Max, and Max moves the gun away from her*
Max: Jesus, put that thing down!
Chloe: Chillax, sista. It's not even loaded...yet.
Max: I thought you believed in gun control.
Chloe: Yes, I believe I should control the gun. It's the men who need to be checked. You trust Nathan or David? Thanks for taking the heat. We totally smacked his punk ass down, Max. He's no match for you and me now... That was an epic win. Anyway. Let's sneak out the window...there is one cool place we can hang in this hickhole.
Max (thinking): Man, that did not go well for me. If I want to keep my Blackwell scholarship I shouldn't lie for anybody, even Chloe. I have to think about my own future...
Chloe: You’re giving me a look I haven’t seen for awhile. What’s the problem?
Max: Why steal a gun from David? You know you’re going to get busted.
Chloe: Or somebody like Nathan will bust me with a cap. Screw that. I need to cover my own back.
Max: David won’t let you off the hook that easy.
Chloe: What the hell does he need another gun for? To mow down Bigfoot cheerleaders?
Max: This is all just so scary.
Chloe: I know, Max. But I do feel safer having a nine millimeter in my pants.
Max: Can you actually use it?
Chloe: After about a hundred online videos, hell yeah.
Max: Just don’t keep it in your pants, okay? Plus, I don’t trust guns. Guns make me nervous. You should be playing guitar, not playing with a gun.
Chloe: When assholes stop threatening me with guns, then I’ll stop playing with mine.
Max: Your gun can’t stop a bullet in your back.
Chloe: Max, I’m not looking for trouble. I just want protection. If anybody in this country should have guns, it should be women…
*Max moves the chair, uses the table to leave through the window, and Chloe follows right behind*

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*Max and Chloe make it to the lighthouse path*
Chloe: Isn't this awesome sauce? Totally reminds me of when we were kids... Come on, slowpoke!
Max: Hold on!
*Chloe continues to walk up the lighthouse path*
Max (thinking): I haven't been here in forever... So why do I feel like I was just here? Whoa, this is the exact same path I was on during my nightmare today...
*Max notices a bird being on top of a rock*
Max (thinking): Oh, this will be a great nature shot! Stay still, birdie...
*Max takes a photo of the bird*
Max (thinking): I got you!
*Max goes back to the fence and looks at it*
Max (thinking): That old fence is part of the landscape now. The path behind it leads to the parking lot...
*Max looks at the bulletin board that got "DON'T FEED THE SASQUATCH. --THEY SHIT. STAY AWAY WHITE MAN." written on it*
Max (thinking): They haven't updated this sign since the 1980's...
*Max notices a squirrel on a bench*
Max (thinking): Hello cute little squirrel. You and me: stare contest.
*Max stares at a squirrel, it runs away, Max continues up the path, and notices the Lighthouse sign*
Max (thinking): I feel like I'm in my nightmare again...
*Max reaches the lighthouse and a bird flies by her*
Max (thinking): Birds are so lucky, they can always escape...
*Max notices a broken tree with "Max + Chloe BFF Pirates 2008" carve into it*
Max (thinking): Oh my god! I forgot all about this! Too bad I can't rewind that far back...
*Max looks at the Arcadia Bay map and notices that Chloe's skull drawing is still there*
Max (thinking): Wowser, Chloe drew that to mark our treefort... So we'd always be able to find each other in case of emergency... Oh...
*Max notices a cairn made*
Max (thinking): I don't remember this at all, but it seems like it's been here for a long time...
*Max notices some wood on the ground for a campfire*
Max (thinking): Looks like the youth of Arcadia Bay still come up here to party. I never made it...
*Max notices "TRUST NO ONE" is written on a side of rock*
Max (thinking): How long has that been here?
*Max notices footprints on the ground*
Max (thinking): Those sure aren't bigfeet... What kind of animal left those prints?
*Max notices weird glyphs on a side of a building*
Max (thinking): Weird, those glyphs remind me of... the wind.
*Max looks at the lighthouse*
Max (thinking): Too bad it's locked... I remember racing up and down the steps...
*Max notices a Bigfoots graffiti on a side of a building*
Max (thinking): Clearly, the Bigfoots are everywhere.
*Max notices a good chance to take photo of Chloe*
Max (thinking): This would be a nice photo of Chloe framed by the sun...
*Max takes a photo of Chloe and sits on the bench next to Chloe*
Max: Sure you don't want to be alone?
Chloe: Have a seat, Pete.
Max: My pleasure. Feels nice out here after all that drama...
Chloe: You really took one for Team Chloe.
Max: I'm not as brave as you. And David is indeed a "step-douche."
Chloe: I'm sorry you had to experience it firsthand.
Max: You have to live with him. Has he always been this way?
Chloe: Ever since my desperate mom dragged his ass to our home! I never trusted David.
Max: I'm glad I took his photo with Kate. Just in case...
Chloe: Why was he all up in her shit?
Max: He thinks poor Kate Marsh is a part of something that she clearly not apart of.
Chloe: I know her. She's cool. Only that prick would bully her.
Max: He has some kind of weird agenda.
Chloe: He has a lot of secret files. Rambo still thinks he's gathering enemy intelligence. Did you take a peek?
Max: Well, yeah. I couldn't help it.
Chloe: Never change. What did you find?
Max: Creepy photos of Kate Marsh...other Blackwell students...
Chloe: This dude takes his job too seriously. He still thinks he's at war or something. He has a total surveillance fetish. I worry there are spy cams in the house.
Max: I knew you didn't know! Chloe, your house is under surveillance.
Chloe: What are you talking about?
Max: There are cameras all over the house. I saw it on a monitor in the garage.
Chloe: I knew it! He is so hella fucking paranoid. I'll keep this a secret for now...
Max: Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Chloe: No wonder I'm so miserable. Everybody in this town knows everybody's secrets...
Max: Even yours?
Chloe: Not anymore.
Max: So what do you have on Nathan?
Chloe: He's an elite asshole who sells bad shit cut with laxative...and he dosed me with some drug in his room.
Max: What?
Chloe: I met him in some shithole bar that didn't card me. He was too rich for the place and too wasted. And he kept flashing bills...
Max: Just tell me what happened, Chloe. Now.
Chloe: I was an idiot. I thought he was so blazed it would be an easy score.
Max: You needed money that bad?
Chloe: Actually, yes. I owe big time. And I thought I'd have enough for me and Rachel if she showed up...
Max: How much do you owe?
Chloe: Three grand plus interest. And before I could get a chunk of that from Nathan...he dosed my drink with some shit...
Max: God, Chloe, I can't believe this... I mean, I do. Then what?
Chloe: I know I passed out on the floor. I woke up and that perv was smiling, crawling towards me with a camera...
Max: Go on...
Chloe: Everything was a blur... I tried to kick him in the balls and broke a lamp. Nathan freaked, so I managed to bum rush the door and get the hell out. Max, it was insane.
Max: Chloe, that is so fucked up. What did you do then?
Chloe: I figured I would make him pay me to keep quiet. So we met in the bathroom.
Max: And he brought a gun.
Chloe: That was Nathan's last mistake...
Max: Didn't you have David's gun during your confrontation with Nathan? Why did you not use it?
Chloe: I didn't think that I needed it, so I left it in my truck.
Max: What are you going to do? Pop a cap in his ass? Let's call the police... He's clearly still dangerous. And not just to you.
Chloe: Oh, good thing you notified the principal. I feel safer already...
Max: I won't always be there to save you...
Chloe: You were here today, Max. You saved me! I'm still tripping on that... Seeing you after all these years feels like—
Max: Destiny?
*Chloe gets up from the bench, approaches the cliff, and Max follows her*
Chloe: If this is destiny, I hope we can find Rachel. I miss her, Max. This shit-pit has taken away everyone I've ever loved... I'd like to drop a bomb on Arcadia Bay and turn it to fucking glass...
*Max gets a headache and enters a vision*

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Max (thinking): Oh, no! Not again... Why is this happening to me? Why am I here again? Is Chloe still up there? I have to find out!
*Max notices a ghost does, follows it to the top of the hill as a boulder falls down the left fork in the road, thunder crashes, lightning strikes a tree, it falls down in front of Max, Max rewinds, continues walking up the path, and the tree falls behind her*
Max (thinking): I've never seen a storm like this in Oregon...
*Max stands in the area next to the path of logs as they fall past her and continues toward the lighthouse*
Max (thinking): Oh, my lord! The tornado is back! Is this for real...?
*A boat flies out of the tornado and crashes into the lighthouse*
Max: Whoa, shit!
*Max crosses to the bench area, debris rains down, knocks the fallen tree blocking the road into the ocean below, the top of the lighthouse falls down, balances precariously on the edge of the cliff, it slowly tips over, falls into the ocean, taking chunks of the cliff with it, Max notices a newspaper stuck on the railing, and starts reading it*
Max: October 11th? Is this Friday? That's only four days away!
*The wind tears the newspaper out of Max's hands and starts to watche the tornado*
Max: Oh, no...
Max (thinking): That tornado is headed straight for the town...
*Chloe's hand touches Max's shoulder, Max makes it back to reality, Max falls to the ground, and Chloe kneels beside her*
Max: Chloe! You're here! I'm back. Oh, my lord, this is real—it's real! Oh, man, this sucks...
Chloe: Max, what's going on? You totally blacked out.
Max: I didn't black out... I had another vision. The town is going to get wiped out by a tornado...
Chloe: Oregon gets about five tornadoes every twenty years; you just zoned.
*Max grabs Chloe's wrist*
Max: No, no, I saw it! I could actually feel the electricity in the air...
Chloe: Come on, take a breath, okay?
Max: Chloe, I'm not crazy. But there's something else I have to tell you... Something...hardcore.
Chloe: Talk to me, Max.
Max: I had this same vision earlier in class... When I came out of it, I discovered I could reverse time. Like I said: not crazy.
Chloe: But high, right?
Max: Listen to me, how do you think I saved you in the bathroom?
Chloe: By reversing time? Yeah, sure.
Max: I saw you get shot, Chloe. Saw you actually...die. I was able to go back and hit the fire alarm...
Chloe: Okay, I see you're a geek now with a great imagination, but this isn't anime or a video game; people don't have those powers, Max.
Max: I don't know what I have, but I have it. And I'm scared shitless.
Chloe: You need to get high. It's been a hella insane fucking day...
*Max begins shaking her head as a snowflake falls on her face, she wipes it away, and they watch as snow begins falling all around them*
Chloe: What...the hell is this?
Max: Snowflakes...?
*Chloe gets up*
Chloe: It's, like...eighty degrees. How?
*Max gets up*
Max: Climate change...or a storm is coming.
Chloe: Max...start from the beginning. Tell me everything...
*Max starts telling Chloe what happened, but before she could start Max's and Chloe's hair start to stand up and they confused it, but choose to ignore it and Max choose to start her story. As Max begins to tell her story, the screen switches to a young lady with a red streak in her hair*
???????: Moms...
*A tear runs down her face as she continues to watch*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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*Max's alarm clock rings, she presses snooze, and lies in bed listening to "Something Good"*
Max (thinking): I am so wrecked after staying up all night to do research on time travel... I could use my rewind to catch a few more z's, but maybe I better save my strength...
*Max gets up*
Max (thinking): Being a superhero is dirty work. I need a shower.
*Max immediately looks at her guitar*
Max (thinking): Meanwhile, my guitar gently sleeps.
*Max immediately goes to practice her guitar for the whole entire song. After the song ends and she puts her guitar down. Max gets a text from Chloe and reads it*
(Chloe): u there mad max.
(Max): Like I said. Always for you. :) :) :) :)
(Chloe): NO EMOJI!!!
(Max): :(
(Chloe): meet me at the diner in 40.
(Max): I'll be there.
(Chloe): do not be late or I'll know time is not on your side. Don't get high like in my room.
(Max): On my way. :)
(Chloe): u r EVIL. 40 minutes or else.
*Max puts her phone away*
Max (thinking): Even with all this crazy shit going on, it is so cool having Chloe back in my life again. Like no time has passed...
*Max looks in her drawer and looks at a book*
Max (thinking): It would be fun to get some peeps together and play a real game instead of drama games...
*Max closes her drawer and looks at her bedsheet*
Max (thinking): This totally reminds me of being a kid in my room. Sorry Mom, I can make my bed whenever I want. Boo yah!
*Max makes her bed*
Max (thinking): I am so not a rebel. I always like my bed to be neat and tidy. Thanks, Mom.
*Max looks in the mirror*
Max (thinking): Whoa, hello zombie face. This is what happens when you research quantum physics all night...
*Max looks at her school schedule*
Max (thinking): Mrs. Hoida is still out sick. I heard somebody say she has severe depression. Poor thing.
*Max opens a drawer and notices a frog watch*
Max (thinking): Uh oh! I wonder if I'll ever wear a watch again...
*Max looks at some DVD's about time travel that she got laying out*
Max (thinking): Now I have to wonder if any of these films are based on a true story...
*Max goes over to the window and notices Warren viewing her from around the corner outside*
Max (thinking): Warren, why you have to be such a creep?
*Max looks at her plant*
Max (thinking): Good morning, Lisa. Your leaves are lovely today. I may not have a green thumb, but I have a green finger...
*Max looks at her laptop*
Max (thinking): Whew, I could get lost doing time travel research. Me and the search engine have become one. If only I could be this focused on homework.
*Max opens her email and see Warren's email*
Max (thinking): Warren is blowing up my inbox now. As long as he helps me figure this out.
*Max looks at her next tab about Chrononauts*
Max (thinking): This is so insane it sounds logical to me...
*Max looks at her next tab about Wormholes*
Max (thinking): This wormhole thing makes total sense, but doesn't explain how I can do what no scientist ever has...
*Max looks at her next tab about Quantum Physicists trying to control time*
Max (thinking): I would say this is some crazy shit, but now I'm not so certain... Should I sign?
*Max signs and looks at her email tab again to see a email from Dana*
Max (thinking): And I thought I was into Halloween. Dana is not messing around here.
*Max looks at the pic that she took of Victoria*
Max (thinking): I admit, this is hilarious, but... I shouldn't sink to Victoria's bully level. Even if I apologize to her after doing it.
*Max looks at the pic that she took of Kate and David*
Max (thinking): Poor Kate. She doesn't deserve to be bullied by David, but at least I took this for proof and I did stand up for her afterwards.
*Max looks at her camera*
Max (thinking): This picture will capture this crazy historic moment in my life...
*Max grabs her camera, lifts it up, and angles it*
Max (thinking): No smiling. Take your power seriously.
*Max takes the photo, puts the camera and photo down, and looks at the photo*
Max (thinking): Not bad, but I still got that zombie face.
*Max looks at all her sticky notes*
Max (thinking): I can't keep my eyes open, but I know there's a scientific answer...
*Max looks at the books that she got about time travel*
Max (thinking): I could rewind for days and read all of these books. Will I really find any insight into my power?
*Max looks at her clothes*
Max (thinking): "Good morning, clothes! I hope you slept well... Now, shall it be my Gucci shirt with the Vuitton jacket?"
*Max looks at her shower supplies*
Max (thinking): Just because some ass pranked a girl's shampoo bottle and her hair fell out, we have to safeguard our toiletries. So summer camp.
*Max grabs the shower supplies*
Max (thinking): Okay, Max, let's hit the showers now!
*Max leaves the room and Victoria stands in the doorway of her room talking to Courtney*
Victoria: Courtney, seriously, do not forget I need those papers before tonight. Like, now. Thanks, cherie.
Courtney: Yeah, of course, Victoria. I'll get the tests and papers to you this afternoon. I am so on it. Consider it done.
*Courtney walks off, Victoria closes her door, and Alyssa is hit in the head with toilet paper thrown by a student in the bathroom.
Alyssa: Ow!
*Max looks at Alyssa*
Max (thinking): If I help Alyssa, I could be like the "godmother of Blackwell"...
Max: You okay, Alyssa?
Alyssa: Immature assholes... Sorry Max, I'm not feeling social right now.
*Max looks at the toilet paper*
Max (thinking): One quick rewind and I could stop this TP attack...
*Max rewinds and warns Alyssa*
Max: Alyssa, can you stand over there?
Alyssa: Uh, okay, Max. If that makes you happy...
*The toilet paper is thrown and misses Alyssa*
Alyssa: Wow, now that was close. Thank you, Max.
Max: Why, hello again, Alyssa.
Alyssa: Okay, Max, that's twice you've saved me from a projectile weapon. Are you my guardian angel?
Max: Hardly, I just have a sixth sense for trouble. I'm glad to help you out.
Alyssa: Blackwell has a surplus of assholes. Oh by the way, Warren said you borrowed his epic film flash drive. I didn't know you were a sci-fi geek like us. What's your favorite?
Max: I love the idea of going back in time to fix mistakes in "Groundhog Day."
Alyssa: I barely want to go forward in time, much less go backward.
Max: I hear you. But it's all about the choices you make now. While I do love "Back to the Future," of course. But who doesn't?
Alyssa: Can you imagine going back in time to Blackwell in the 1980s?
Max: We'd suffocate from all the hair spray. "Looper" was very cool. Seriously plays with your mind. I'm still trying to figure it out...
Alyssa: You and Warren do know your sci-fi. Be careful, you might make Brooke jealous...
Max: I'll just pretend I have no idea what you mean.
*Max goes over to Kate's whiteboard and looks at it*
Max (thinking): The marks of Satan.
*Max erases what on the whiteboard and looks at it again*
Max (thinking): I sure would like to catch this wall tagger...
*Juliet shows the video of Kate making out with random guys at the Vortex Club on her phone to Brooke*
Juliet: Gross. The Vortex Club are such pigs. I'm glad I pissed them off.
Brooke: I didn't think Kate was like this… macking on those bros? Ew.
Juliet: We shouldn't be watching this.
Brooke: Everybody's seen it by now.
*Max looks at Juliet*
Max (thinking): Whatever they're watching must be hot stuff...
Max: Hello, Juliet.
Juliet: Hey, Max, did you check out Kate's hot video yet?
Max: Why should I?
Juliet: Because it's fucking hilarious. "Church Girl Gone Wild."
Max: I still don't see why I should. Plus it so not a cool thing to do to Kate.
Juliet: I didn't get wasted on camera and get busy with the Vortex Club.
Max: Kate's not like that and you know it.
Juliet: Really? Check her out and tell me what she's like.
Max: Do you believe everything you see? Like Zachary sexting Dana?
Juliet: Touche. Now I feel like an ass. Thanks for finding out the truth yesterday.
Max: What did you do about Victoria pulling that crap?
Juliet: Nothing...yet. My mind works in devious ways too.
Max: What about Zachary? Did you let him off the hook?
Juliet: When he acts like a worm, I let him dangle.
Max: Are you sure that you do? I thought you'd be pissed...
Juliet: Not at you. Part of me was almost disappointed, because I built up so much rage.
Max: Glad to see you're back in action.
Juliet: You have a good heart, Max... And I won't watch Kate's video anymore. Or pass it on.
Max: That's the spirit! Thanks, Juliet.
Juliet: Sure, talk to you later.
*Max looks at Juliet again*
Max (thinking): Juliet has no clue how much this is hurting Kate.
*Max looks at Brooke*
Max (thinking): There's Brooke, looking smarter than everybody.
Max: Hey, Brooke.
Brooke: Oh, hi, Max.
Max: Did you see the freak snowfall yesterday?
Brooke: I was riveted by that weird snow flurry yesterday.
Max: I can't tell if you're being serious or not... Um, since I'm a science noob, I was wondering if you could explain it...
Brooke: I'm serious. Even meteorologists can't explain that snow. I bet Warren can. Did you talk to him yet?
Max: I will later since I need to talk to him about something.
Brooke: Lucky you. I'm sure he'll track you down, Max.
Max: I think he already knows where I am just due to me seeing him stalking me from the window in my dorm room.
Brooke: Oh, but I guess I'll see you around.
*Max looks at Brooke again*
Max (thinking): At least she's dedicated to her schoolwork...
*Max looks at the Missing Person Poster*
Max (thinking): Chloe is so determined to find you, Rachel.
*Max notices Trevor's jacket is in Dana's dorm room*
Max (thinking): Trevor is making himself comfortable. Hope they don't get busted.
*Stella yells at Dana*
Stella: Turn down the goddamn music! People sleeping!
*Max notices all of Dana's Halloween items*
Max (thinking): That is so damn cute how much Dana is into this Halloween party.
*Max notices that Dana got rollerblades*
Max (thinking): Rollerblades! I wanted to be a derby girl, but I almost broke my feet just putting them on...
*Max looks at Dana's laptop*
Max (thinking): Curiously killed the Max...
*Max notices Dana's Facebook page*
Max (thinking): Who will survive and what will be left of them? Don't say that out loud, dork.
*Max opens the next tab and sees Dana's email about Halloween*
Max (thinking): That would be fun to put skulls and ghosts all over Blackwell...
*Max opens the next tab and sees it is a costume website*
Max (thinking): Like I could pull this look off... Hello, Victoria!
*Max notices some Contraceptive Pills*
Max (thinking): Hmmm...
*Max looks at some Makeup*
Max (thinking): Speaking of Halloween, look at all this makeup. At least Dana knows how to use it.
*Max looks at Dana dancing*
Max (thinking): I've never seen Dana this bouncy and happy without a pot of coffee.
Max: Uh, hi, Dana. Do you hate me?
Dana: No, Max, I don't hate you. Not that I don't like juicy gossip... I just wish you weren't so nosey.
Max: It's like my fatal character flaw.
Dana: Or it could be a gift. You're very good at being nosey.
Max: Because I care.
Dana: I would laugh, but you did save me yesterday. So let's call it even. By the way, the best and biggest news of the day is that Trevor asked me to the Halloween shindig.
Max: That's awesome, Dana.
Dana: At least we're showing our faces together in public... So you absolutely should go with us. Borrow one of my outfits and come as a cute geek couple with your bitch Warren...
Max: Err, I'm not big on cosplay nor am I that big into Warren. We are friends, but won't say he is someone that I would date.
Dana: Don't let life pass you by, Max. So, are you coming to the party, or not?
Max: Why the fuck not? If I hate it, I can always go back... to my room. Though I won't be bringing Warren with me.
Dana: That's the spirit, Max! After this you'll be ready for a rave...
Max: It does sound like fun. Now I have to go contemplate my party future...
*Max enters the shower room, Kate is facing a mirror, is brushing her teeth, and Max looks at her*
Max (thinking): Kate is not good. I wish David would "get off her crack," as Chloe would say.
*Max approaches a vacant shower stall, Kate notices Max, and turns around to face her*
Kate: Hey Max!
Max: Hey, Kate. How are you doing?
Kate: I'm here. Thanks again for standing up for me yesterday. I needed that.
Max: Anytime. That guy has issues.
Kate: Doesn't everybody here?
Kate: By the way, Max, do you still have my copy of "The October Country"?
Max: Oh. Yes, of course. It's great so far. I didn't realize Bradbury was such a poet.
Kate: Can you please bring it back to my room this morning? I just need to take some notes for class.
Max: Absolutely. I'll bring it by later.
*Max enters the shower stall, undresses, begins to take a shower, Victoria and Taylor enter the bathroom, and approaches Kate*
Victoria: What's up, Kate?
Kate: School.
Taylor: That's it?
Victoria: That video of you clubbing didn't look like homework...
Kate: Victoria, that wasn't me...
Taylor: Oh, my God. Right.
Victoria: Don't be shy. I think it's awesome you set a tongue record on video...
*Taylor laughs*
Kate: You're going to be sorry someday.
*Kate leaves*
Victoria: Oh, boohoo, I'm sorry you're a viral slut. I'm sure she had fun.
Taylor: Looks like it.
Victoria: I know Nathan hooked her up. And you know he has the good shit.
Taylor: Preach it, sista.
*Victoria examines herself in the mirror*
Victoria: Yuck. I still have goddamn paint all over my face. "Max Selfie" thought she was a badass taking that picture. I shoulda beat her down.
Taylor: That was so uncool.
Victoria: She's jealous because Mark--Mr. Jefferson knows I'm going to win the "Everyday Heroes" contest. He thinks Max is a joke. Also good thing my faithful minions took their sweet time bringing me a towel...
Taylor: We ran all the way--
Victoria: Give it a rest, Taylor. Now I know if I'm in an accident I won't rely on you or Courtney for help. You can hang out with Kate...or Max.
Taylor: She's a weirdo with that dumb camera.
Victoria: I hate that "I'm so quirky" crap. Anyway. Let's leave the link to Kate's video so everybody gets a chance to see her in action...
Taylor: You are such an evil beeatch. I love it!
*Victoria pull out a tube of lipstick, writes the link to the video of Kate on the mirror, Taylor laughs, she and Victoria leave, Max puts her PJs back on, and steps out of the shower*
Max (thinking): I better get dressed, then go give back Kate's book.
*Max looks at the sink*
Max (thinking): Water is almost as good as a cup of strong tea when I'm in sleepy-mode.
*Max washes her face at the sink*
Unknown Female Student: Hello?! Water!
Max: Sorry, I forgot!
*Max looks at the sink again*
Max (thinking): Oops. I forgot about the water pressure.
*Max rewinds and looks at the sink again*
Max (thinking): Now you can enjoy your showers in peace. You're welcome.
*Max looks at the link written on the mirror*
Max (thinking): Is that the link to Kate's video? Damn, Victoria is so fucking mean.
*Max erases the link written on the mirror*
Max (thinking): Even if I can stop one person from watching it, it's worth it.
*Max leaves the bathroom, returns to her dorm room, and gets dressed at her closet*
Max (thinking): Maybe I'll just put on a shirt and jeans. Hey, Einstein had the same exact suit for every day of the week. And he couldn't even rewind time.
*Max searches for Kate's book in the clutter on her couch*
Max (thinking): No book here...
*Max searches for Kate's book in the clutter at her desk*
Max (thinking): My desk is a pigsty, but...I know it ain't there.
*Max searches for Kate's book in the clutter on the floor*
Max (thinking): And nothing here.
*Max searches the clutter on the end table next to the couch, she lifts up a piece of paper, finds the book, and accidentally spills a cup of soda all over it*
Max (thinking): Of course you just spilled soda on Kate's book. Better fix this fast. Kate needs the book and I don't want to add to her list of problems.
*Max rewinds and moves the cup*
Max (thinking): Begone, foul soft drink!
*Max takes the book*
Max (thinking): Aha, you sneaky book, you're mine! Now I can finally take this back to Kate before I'm late. As if I have to worry about being late anymore... I do have all the time in the world now.
*Max leaves her dorm room, gets a text on her phone, and looks at it*
(Private Number): Keep your smart mouth shut about everything. Or I'm coming for your ass. I know where you sleep.
*Max puts her phone away*
Max (thinking): Oh shit, now I'm getting anonymous threats? It never ends... This has to be from Nathan... but it could be anybody... I better be doubly careful around here or I could be in serious danger... If I'm not already.

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*Max knocks on Kate's door*
Max: Kate? You in there?
Kate: Yes, I'm here. Come in, Max...
*Max looks at one of Kate's drawing*
Max (thinking): Kate's art is perfect for a children's book--everything looks so fun and colorful and... positive...*
*Max looks at what Kate put up to cover up her mirror*
Max (thinking): Why did she cover up the mirror? She can't look at herself?
*Max looks at a Postcard from Kate's father*
Max (thinking): Kate really has a doting father.
*Max notices a photo of Kate, Alyssa, and Stella*
Max (thinking): I had no idea that Kate every hung out with Alyssa and Stella...
*Max looks at the Jesus poster that Kate got hung up*
Max (thinking): Hey, I'm trying to use my powers for good.
*Max looks at the bunny that Kate got*
Max (thinking): That is the cutest bunny ever. I bet Kate is a good mommy.
*Max takes a photo of Kate's bunny and then looks at a email from Kate's mother on her IPad*
Max (thinking): Kate is all alone dealing with this video bullshit. I hope her mother doesn't disown her...
*Max looks at Kate's violin*
Max (thinking): Kate used to play the violin every morning... She stopped last week...
*Max looks at the leaflet that Kate got*
Max (thinking): Maybe Kate has a split personality... Church girl by day, party monster by night?
*Max looks through Kate's bible*
Max (thinking): Kate even makes notes in her bible... My parents never once took me to church. I had nothing to rebel against. I don't know what to believe now...
*Max looks at Kate's photo of her and her parents and sliblings*
Max (thinking): Damn, it's the All-American Zombie Family.
*Max looks at the clothes on the ground*
Max (thinking): Kate's room is usually immaculate. For her this must be a pigsty...
*Max looks at a letter from Kate's Aunt*
Max (thinking): Ouch. She left out "damnation."
*Max looks at the photo of her and her silblings*
Max (thinking): Almost forgot what Kate looks like when she smiles...
*Max looks at another one of Kate's drawing*
Max (thinking): Good lord. This must be Kate's "H. R. Giger" period...
*Max looks at the tissues in the trash can*
Max (thinking): That's a lot of tears. She's going to go through boxes.
*Max looks at Kate*
Max (thinking): Poor Kate, she doesn't look good...
Max: Uh, hey, Kate, I brought your book...
Kate: Max, why did you take that photo when David harassed me yesterday?
Max: I wanted proof David was in your face.
Kate: Okay, but why did you step in between David and me yesterday?
Max: I hate bullies. David Madsen should know better.
Kate: I was hoping he would be different. But it's nice to see that you care about me...
Max: Kate, I actually do care. So, what's the story with you and David?
Kate: Well... He's a total paranoid ass! He thinks I'm part of the Vortex Club. Yeah, right.
Max: Did you party with them?
Kate: I went to a Vortex Club party against my better judgment. Not my scene at all.
Max: What about this video? And I swear I haven't watched it.
Kate: I can't even watch it, Max...
Max: Should I watch it? Just for...posterity?
Kate: Are you kidding? Do you know how humiliating this is for me?
Max: I won't watch it for your sake, Kate.
Kate: Thank you, Max.
Max: Why does David think that you are part of the Vortex Club?
Kate: Because he saw the video. Do you know how humiliating this is for me?
Max: I know this sucks, Kate, but...tell me about the video and maybe I can help.
Kate: Basically, I went to one Vortex Club party and ended up making out with a bunch of people...and I have no memory of it...
Max: So, why would you go?
Kate: Lapse of sanity?
Max: Doesn't sound like you. I can't see you partying with Victoria...
Kate: I didn't. I just thought I could meet some new people.
Max: That's awful. So, how did that happen?
Kate: It's a long story. I'm still trying to sort it all out...
Max: You have to tell me more than that. What happened at the party? Did you drink?
Kate: I swear to God I had one sip of red wine. And then I drank water.
Max: Are you sure it was just one sip? You could have been enough to get wasted and you just didn't realize it.
Kate: I don't get wasted. Ever. Plus I took a sip of wine at church before and I didn't end up on a viral video, okay?
Max: Did somebody drug you?
Kate: I remember...I remember getting sick and dizzy...
Max: Go on...
Kate: Then Nathan Prescott said he would take me to the hospital...
Max: Nathan Prescott? Oh, shit!
Kate: He was being nice for a change when he offered to help me.
Max: He's the opposite of nice. How sick were you?
Kate: Sick enough to need a doctor. I thought I was dying, Max.
Max: Did you even go?
Kate: Definitely not. I'm not sure where I went...
Max: So, Nathan didn't take you to the ER? What do you remember about that?
Kate: All I recall is driving for a long time...then I woke up in a room...I thought it was a hospital because it was so white and bright...
Max: Go on, I'm listening.
Kate: Somebody was talking to me in a soft voice...I thought it was a doctor...until I heard Nathan and felt a sharp sting in my neck...and...and...
Max: And?
Kate: That's all I remember! I don't know what happened... I woke up outside my dorm room the next day. I didn't have any marks or bruises, but I felt gross.
Max: So, who took the video of you at the party?
Kate: I have no idea. Probably Victoria. She was there being her mean self.
Max: Jesus, Kate, I'm sorry. This is serious shit.
Kate: How do I get a viral video taken down? I know it's already spreading--what if my church sees that? I need to know what to do...
Max: Kate, we'll figure it out. I'll check back later, okay?
Kate: Thanks, Max... You can put my book here, near my bag.
*Max places the book next to Kate's bag*
Kate: So, Max, can I ask you a question? And please be honest.
Max: Absolutely, Kate. Anything.
Kate: I need to find out if Nathan Prescott helped me...or hurt me after that party. Should I go to the police?
Max: If you do that, they won't believe you. You're on video grabbing at all those guys and they'll use that against you. Bad.
Kate: But I know I was drugged--
Max: That's what you have to prove. Not them. I'm just telling you how the cops and school will look at this. The video doesn't exactly back you up...
Kate: You make me feel so hopeless--
Max: No, no, Kate. I just don't want you to get hurt any more...
Kate: That seems impossible at this point. So that's your answer?
Max: I think we should wait. There are other things going on that might help you.
Kate: But not right now. So I can walk down the halls with people calling me a viral slut. Thanks, Max.
Max (thinking): Good job, Dr. Max. She didn't like what I had to say, but we need more proof of what happened.
Max: Okay, Kate. If you think we should go to the Police. Then we should definitely go to the police. I totally believe every word you say. Nathan Prescott is truly dangerous.
Kate: Bless you, Max. I will go to the police...and also Principal Wells. With you as my back-up witness, they'll have to take us seriously now.
Max: Back-up witness? Well, I mean, I believe you and everything, but...we're still just spoiled punk students to the cops and faculty... I just think we need to be very careful here...
Kate: Why? Careful of what?
Max: Nothing...except the Prescotts are a powerful family. I hope this won't backfire on us, that's all. Even though that rich bastard has earned some serious bad karma. He'll get it...
Max (thinking): Time out, Max. You actually told Kate to go to the police and the Principal...after getting a scary text threat. Now the police will definitely drag you into this shit.
*Max leaves Kate's room and leaves the Dorms*

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*Max looks at the scaffolding on the ground*
Max (thinking): The paint job looks great. Samuel knows his color schemes.
*Max looks inside Samuel's area and notices a box full of Samuel's stuff*
Max (thinking): I've never seen Samuel wearing shades... and what's with this other crap?
*Max notices Samuel got a missing person poster*
Max (thinking): I can see that Samuel's concerned but... does he need a poster?
*Max notices Samuel got photos of Rachel*
Max (thinking): How did Samuel get photos of Rachel posing?
*Max notices the water pump*
Max (thinking): I definitely won't play with this thing again...
*Max notices a Axe*
Max (thinking): Samuel really should keep this locked. It's a waiting accident. And too easy to sneak into...
*Max looks at the half eaten donut in the recycle bin*
Max (thinking): How hard is it to dump the trash into a bin? But I could use this to attract squirrels...
*Max grabs the half eaten donut*
Max (thinking): Release the kraken! Come on, squirrels, time for your 15 minutes of fame...
*Max puts the half eaten donut on the bench, walks away, the squirrel comes over to start eating the half eaten donut, Max goes over to the squirrel, and looks at it*
Max (thinking): Wowser, it's hard to get this close to a squirrel...
*Max takes a photo of the squirrel eating the half eaten donut*
Max (thinking): Yes! Another Pulitzer for the portfolio!
*Max looks at the football on the ground*
Max (thinking): Can't Blackwell have at least one "No Football Zone"?
*Max looks at the birds next to Samuel*
Max (thinking): The birds are flocking around Samuel...
*Max looks at Samuel*
Max (thinking): Ah, there's Samuel, up early, already communing with the clitters...
Max: Hey, Samuel, you're up early.
Samuel: Oh--hello, young Max. I do love the early morning. Everything is so calm and quiet...and I can feel the animals waking up with me.
Max: That's one thing I truly love about Arcadia Bay, it's all those cool animals in the forest.
Samuel: The squirrels always come in the morning...for food. I can hear them whisper... What animals do you see in the forest?
Max: Don't laugh, but...I saw a doe that seemed to be looking right at me...like it was trying to communicate...
Samuel: Oh, that's your spirit animal! Nothing weird there, except you saw yours. Could be a sign about your destiny... What do I know? My spirit animal is a squirrel.
Max: So, what did you think about that freak snow shower yesterday?
Samuel: Another message from the Earth to get our shit together. I will say that Samuel hasn't seen anything like that before...
Max: Sorry to pry, Samuel, but...why are there photos of Rachel Amber in your shed? I'm curious about her...
Samuel: "Sorry to pry," she says while prying. Now everybody wants to know about her.
Max: I know people who cared for her. People who are looking for her.
Samuel: If she can be found. Like you, that's the nature of mystery.
Max: It's no mystery that you have her pictures... So did you know her?
Samuel: Like I told the police, she was a good egg. And she gave me those photos.
Max: Oh. You talked to the police. Rachel wanted to be a model.
Samuel: Yeah. She gave out headshots like squirrels chasing food. Keep on prying, Max. Sounds like you have a lot of time on your hands...
Max: I so don't want to get in the way of your morning ritual. See you later.
Samuel: Of course you will. Take care, Max… and keep listening to the animals.
*Max looks at the board that covering up the broken window*
Max (thinking): Shit, the window is still broken after I warned Alyssa about the rogue football. One little thing changed the course of that window's life...
*Max looks at Taylor*
Max (thinking): I don't think I've actually seen Taylor alone without Team Victoria.
Max: Hi, Taylor...
Taylor: "Hi, Taylor." Why would you even talk to me after the shit you pulled yesterday with Victoria? Though then again. There fact were nice to her, but just because you were nice to Victoria doesn't mean I have to be nice to you.
Max: I don't want to fight with you or Victoria. Instead of smacktalk...let's just talk. For once.
Taylor: You're funny. Well, I'm not doing anything at the moment...so talk.
Max: Kate is really upset about the video... All this gossip is cruel.
Taylor: Boohoo. That's what happens when you preach to everybody about sex. She'll live.
Max: Why do you hang out with Victoria? She's pretty mean to you and Courtney.
Taylor: And she's bossy, too! Look, you don't know her. I do. And she's one of the best friends you could have.
Max: I guess I've had mean, bossy best friends too. Better than having mean, bossy parents...
Taylor: I would love it if my mom was mean or bossy instead of sick...but whatever. We've had our talk.
Max: I've heard that your mother was sick. I'm so sorry. What--what happened to her?
Taylor: Well, if you do care... My mom had back surgery. Victoria was there for me. Like you are for Kate. I'm not about tearing people down, Max.
Max: I know. That's why I wanted to talk.
Taylor: I'm...glad we did.
Max: Hi again, Taylor.
Taylor: Hey. That wasn't such a bad talk. We should do it again. See you later.
*Max gets a message and notices it is from Sean Prescott*
(Sean Prescott): This is Nathan's father. This is a message to let you know that attempts to slander and blackmail my son will be met with many lawyers and legal ramifications. You're not the first student at Blackwell to try this. I hope you're the last. Consider this a final polite warning.
*Max puts her phone away and looks at Warren*
Max (thinking): Warren is out and about already too. Looks like he's waiting for somebody...
*Max walks past Warren*
Warren: What up, Max? How are you?
Max: Warren, what are you doing here?
Warren: Oh, nothing--waiting. For a call? I mean, I already took the call... Anyway, I wanted to rap about that action yesterday.
Max: That was intense. Everything happened so fast. Thank you for stepping in. You were pretty badass. I owe you.
Warren: Oh, yes, you do. I got knocked on my ass by that dick. I'm some personal superhero.
Max: You're a real "Everyday Hero." You stood up to a bully and it was awesome.
Warren: Even though you left me with said bully and ran off with that girl... She's pretty punk rock, how do you know her?
Max: Just a pirate and an old friend. Chloe Price. Before yesterday. We haven't seen each other in 5 years.
Warren: I bet you were glad to see her blast up in that truck like a rock star. Which begs the question--why is Nathan Prescott getting psycho on you?
Max: I busted him in the bathroom yesterday with a gun. I'll give you the story later since I have somewhere need to be right now. Principal Wells is taking care of it now, I hope.
Warren: Weird fucking week. Like that bizarro snowfall yesterday. Speaking of dystopia, that drive-in is having a 70's "Planet of the Apes" marathon. Let's "Go Ape"!
Max: No, I don't think I can concentrate on going out to the movies. I just feel like escaping.
Warren: Fine. Be a damned dirty human. I'll "Go Ape" myself.
Max: But then again. Maybe I should. So, you know what. Yes, that's exactly what I need. I love those old-school ape films.
Warren: Cool. I'll text you the info. I have to tell Brooke I'm going with you to the movies instead. I'll text you later?
Max: Warren, let bring Brooke with us. I bet she would love to "Go Ape" with us.
Warren: Alright. I will tell Brooke that me, you, and her are "Going Ape" then.
*Max leaves the Dormitories, she walks across the Main Campus, and notices David Madsen and Nathan Prescott arguing*
Max (thinking): David talking to Nathan cannot be a good thing. This has something to do with Kate...or Rachel...
*Max takes a seat on the school bus, begins to listen to music with her earphones, and stares out the window as the streets of Arcadia Bay fly past*

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*The bus stops in front of the Two Whales Diner and Max gets off*
Max (thinking): Talk about going back in time...the diner looks exactly the same.
Old Guy: Yep. I'm ready to cash my lottery ticket.
Woman: Glad somebody is...
Old Guy: Don't try to take it from me. It's mine.
Woman: I wouldn't dream of it.
Old Guy: I'm going to be a millionaire. Hope nobody steals my lottery ticket. Can't wait to be rich. Yep.
*Max looks at the woman*
Max (thinking): She looks busy and stressed.
Max: I don't know... All I know is that I did just got off the school bus, so I'm sure the regular bus is coming too. Since it usually runs pretty regularly.
Woman: Oh, that's a relief. I cannot miss this job interview. I can't believe I have to take a bus all the way to Newport just to find a second job.
Max: Are things that bad here?
Woman: Where are things good? I can't even afford to live here.
Max: Well, good luck!
Woman: Thanks, I sure need it! I'll just keep waiting and hope the bus comes.
*Max looks at the old guy*
Max (thinking): I bet he's seen a lot of changes to Arcadia Bay in his lifetime.
Old Guy: No time for chitchat. I'm a millionaire, yep. Got my lottery ticket right here. Waiting for the bus so I can cash it in. You can't have my lottery ticket. Buy your own.
*Max phone goes off and she looks at it*
(Chloe): Running late. Grab a booth at the diner. Mom will feed you.
(Max): Somebody better. I'll be lucky if you make it by noon. :]
*Max puts her phone away, goes over to a Fisherman, notices that the fisherman name is "R.J. MacReady", and looks at some flyers*
Max (thinking): Look at all these flyers. It's so sad that nobody will read them...
*Max looks at the fisherman*
Max (thinking): He looks like a photo of the classic Arcadia Bay crusty fisherman...
Max: Good morning. Looks like you're ready to catch some serious fish.
R.J MacReady: I wish, young gal. Arcadia Bay just isn't the same fishing town I grew up in.
Max: Has the town changed much?
R.J.: By Neptune's beard, it has! Seems like a lifetime ago when I was king of the harbor.
Max: You have your own boat?
R.J.: I call her the "Bali Hai." I've kept ahold of her in these lean days...might be all the time we got left...
Max: I thought one of Arcadia Bay's main exports was fish...
R.J.: Oh, the fish used to jump onto my boat... Until the Prescotts and their finance fiends snapped up harbor rights...
Max: You did pretty good to have lasted this long...
R.J.: Oh, the fish used to jump onto my boat... Until the Prescotts and their finance fiends snapped up harbor rights...
Max: Do you know them?
R.J.: Too good for my working kind. I know them through their bad deeds...
Max: They own my school.
R.J.: Crooks gain respect when they put their names on schools and libraries...
R.J.: Let's not get downcast. I hear the fish calling for Bali Hai... Never forget that old fishermen never die, we just smell that way!
Max: I'd love to learn more, but I have to get going. Happy fishing out there!
*Max goes over to the RV and notices there still dust on the windows*
Max (thinking): Obviously nobody took my advice.
*Max looks at the RV*
Max (thinking): There's that dirty RV from the other day...
*Max attempts to go around the back of the RV, but Pompidou barks*
Frank: Stop that. Stop! No barkie.
*Max steps back*
Max (thinking): There was something creepy about that guy and his dog...
*Max notices the Two Whales Diner sign and looks at it*
Max (thinking): That sign reminds me of so many times I ate here with Chloe and my family... when we were happy.
*Max takes a photo of the Two Whales Diner sign and then notices a newspaper in a newspaper bin*
Max (thinking): I wonder if they explained that snow...
*Max looks at the newspaper*
Max (thinking): "Snow"--well, that's a good start to the story...
*Max looks at the guy reading a newspaper*
Max (thinking): Newspapers are going to be retro soon...
Max: Excuse me--sir?
Guy reading a Newspaper: Can you believe this town? The world is on fire and our big headline is "Snow!" I can hardly wait for next week's big story--"Clouds!"
Max: How long have you lived here
Guy reading a Newspaper: Long enough to know that Arcadia Bay will be a ghost town in a few years.
Max: The snow was pretty odd... It was right in the middle of a warm, sunny day.
Guy reading a Newspaper: Oh, global warming bullshit. It's the Northwest, snow happens.
Max: I keep reading how Arcadia Bay is booming.
Guy reading a Newspaper: The paper can only talk about that or about missing girls.
Max: You mean--Rachel Amber?
Guy reading a Newspaper: I guess. I bet she ran away because she was bored. Who wouldn't be here?
Max: This town is more like a mystery to me...
Guy reading a Newspaper: You're young. You'll get over it. Excuse me, I have to read my horoscope.
*Max notices a Old Homeless Woman and looks at her*
Max (thinking): Poor woman. I hope there's a shelter for her.
Max: Hello.
Homeless Woman: Aw, look at you. A fine example of youth. I bet you're a senior student.
Max: Yes, I go to Blackwell Academy.
Homeless Woman: I could tell you're a wise young woman. I know all about Blackwell and this town...
Max: I bet you have dirt on the Prescott family.
Homeless Woman: That whole family is dirty. They once done good things for Arcadia Bay...those days are dead. Like anything in their way...
Max: I know somebody who's being threatened by a Prescott...
Homeless Woman: Then you be their guardian angel, because nothing gets in the way of that family, especially not the law. Hell, they own your school, Blackwell. Almost.
Max: How long have you lived in Arcadia Bay?
Homeless Woman: A thousand years. I've gone through the same changes as the town...
Max: What changes to the town?
Homeless Woman: Ones it takes a lifetime to see. There's a lot of beauty here, but a lot of darkness too. Greedy bastards that ruined this town, put people out of work...out of home. Like me.
Max: What happened to you?
Homeless Woman: What didn't happen to me? Sometimes you start out in life turned around the wrong way... I married dumb, made mistakes, got cheated out of my savings, lost my home, and now I hang out here...
Max: I'm sorry... Have you ever lived outside of here?
Homeless Woman: Where the hell would I go? I hate the sun and love the mist. I might be homeless, but Arcadia Bay is still my home.
Max: You must know Joyce Price from the Two Whales Diner...
Homeless Woman: She's fed me more than my own family. Has a daughter your age who's always in trouble. Married to a real prick.
Max: His name is David Madsen...
Homeless Woman: He told me to "get a job" once. Asshole. Not sure what Joyce sees in him, but he better treat her right.
Max: Have you met Joyce's daughter?
Homeless Woman: Cute girl. Pissed off. I used to see her and her pretty friend, er...Rachel, around a lot.
Max: Do you know anything about Rachel Amber, that missing girl?
Homeless Woman: I know she's missing. And I know she hung out here a bit. Sometimes I'd see her walking, all by herself, deep in thought. Too damn young and pretty to look so worried...
Max: Was she alone a lot or with friends?
Homeless Woman: Like I said, she seemed tight with Joyce's daughter. I thought I saw her with an older gent one time, maybe her dad. That's a terrible thing for a parent to deal with.
Max: Did you talk to her?
Homeless Woman: Once or twice, she'd talk to me...about trouble in school, wanting to be some model in California...she was always distant. But nice. I pray the poor thing is all right... but you can't save everybody. Come talk to me any ol' time you want, young lady.
*Max walks behind the Two Whales Diner, takes a photo of Pompidou, Max goes back to the entrance, enters the diner, the back of Max's hairs stand up, and Max finds it weird, but shakes it off*
Max (thinking): Man, that smell of breakfast and the sound of clanging silverware... Makes me feel thirteen again...
*Max looks at a Halloween celebration flyer*
Max (thinking): Now that brings back memories... Chloe and I loved the parade...
*Max looks at the Pan EStates flyer*
Max (thinking): Good lord. Talk about apocalyptic...
*Max notices someone wrote "FIREWALK WITH ME" on the bathroom mirror, Max takes a photo of it, Max notices someone wrote "ARCADIA GAY SUCKS DECK" on the wall next to the paper towels and the door, and Max looks at it*
Max (thinking): Thank you, redneck poet.
*Max notices someone wrote "RACHEL A. OWES ME A BJ" and "so does your mom" and looks at it*
Max (thinking): Gross.
*Max notices someone wrote "FLUSH BEFORE PISSING ON FLOOR" above the open toilet in the open toilet stall and looks at it*
Max (thinking): That graffiti has been here forever...
*Max looks at the Blackwell Academy poster*
Max (thinking): The poster doesn't mention whacked students with guns.
*Max looks at the Sasquatch Field Trip leaflet*
Max (thinking): I might make Chloe check this out with me.
*Max looks at the postcards*
Max (thinking): You'd never know how weird this town is by these postcards...
*Max looks at the Tourist shirt*
Max (thinking): I would buy a shirt, but they're so damn tourist. Then again. Maybe I could buy them for my parents whenever I see them again.
*Max looks at the Moby Deck Tours leaflet*
Max (thinking): Why does that so not sound fun?
*Max looks at the Cousteaus All-Day Sea Adventure leaflet*
Max (thinking): This guy has serious coiones.
*Max looks at the Gumball Machine*
Max (thinking): Oh man, I bet that's the same gum from when I was here last...
*Max looks at the TV and listens to it*
News Reporter: Coming up at noon, KBAY 7 News will explore the mystery of yesterday's unusual snowfall on a warm and sunny late afternoon that confused and delighted Arcadia Bay residents. We'll be talking with Portland meteorologists in the area and look at some of your fun video reactions to the odd snow flurry. Who knows, maybe Mother Nature was pranking us all? So, stay tuned to KBAY 7 News for the real story...
*Max looks at the Weird Lady that is looking outside*
Max (thinking): I always wonder what people think about when they eat alone.
Weird Lady: Hello, there, to you. Such a beautiful day, eh? Oh, yeah, it's going to be a super day. Enjoy your breakfast, eh? Oh yeah, hello again. Back to breakfast, eh?
*Max looks at the Fisherman sitting in a booth*
Max (thinking): These fishermen are so damn quiet...
Max: Did you catch any big ones today?
Fisherman: If by "big" you mean "none", then, sure, I caught a lotta big ones today. Now let me mourn over my eggs. Still mourning, thank you.
*Max looks at the Dude that looks sick*
Max (thinking): Ew, that guy looks unpleasant...
Dude: What do you want? I feel like shit. Too much beer. So spare me, please. Just let me suffer quietly. Leave me alone or I will vomit on you.
*Max looks at Officer Berry*
Max (thinking): That officer looks nicer than wannabe-cop David Madsen...
Max: Hello, sir.
Officer Berry: Hi, young lady, you look a little lost.
Max: No, I've been here many times. It's like a fourth home.
Officer Berry: Wish I could make the Two Whales my first home. Joyce making rocket coffee and juicy burgers anytime...mm! You look about Chloe's age.
Max: Plus I'm just hungry and thinking about what to eat.
Officer Berry: Now, that is a real problem at the Two Whales. I can never decide--Joyce's pumpkin pie or grilled mac 'n' cheese?
Max: How well do you know Joyce?
Officer Berry: I know her delicious grub. Everybody at the station comes here. We take care of this place like it's our own kitchen. And Joyce like she's our...our mother.
Max: I guess you're friends with David Madsen?
Officer Berry: I wouldn't use that word. We know each other. Why do you ask?
Max: Just curious... I'm surprised he's not a police officer in Arcadia Bay. Plus he kinda has a reputation at Blackwell.
Officer Berry: I have respect for David. He served his country. He found his calling at Blackwell. At the station, we're happy David is exactly where he is... Not everybody can be a cop.
Max: So, you know Chloe?
Officer Berry: Sadly, we all know Chloe down at the station. Poor Joyce. Just heard she even just got busted with pot and had a pot dealer in her room...
Max: Uh, who told you that?
Officer Berry: I didn't hear it on the police scanner. Joyce said the weed belonged to Chloe's friend, but...I highly doubt that.
Max: Joyce didn't tell you who?
Officer Berry: She wouldn't. Afraid I'd go arrest somebody. As if I would. I'd just tell that loser to stay the hell away from Chloe. Or else... Just kidding. Besides, David Madsen is watching over them.
Max: Is that really a big thing? At least she was chilling in her room.
Officer Berry: How do you know she was "chilling in her room"?
Max: You just said so.
Officer Berry: She might have been getting high or getting her spray cans ready or whatever. I'd like to think the best of her, but she's now in the Arcadia Bay police database.
Max: Uh... That's not good. Anyway. Mm, that bacon sure smells good...
Officer Berry: Is she a friend of yours?
Max: Not really...
Officer Berry: That's good. She's not a bad person, she's had hard times, but there's no excuse for burning things.
Max: I know her dad died...
Officer Berry: My dad died when I was 13. I never burned garbage cans or tagged signs. Joyce is a great mother, Chloe just isn't paying attention.
Max: Then again. I did know her.
Officer Berry: Then you know she's a handful.
Max: No, I just think she's just had some bad luck.
Officer Berry: You have to create your own good luck. I think Chloe would rather destroy. But, I'm just a cop, not a psychologist, so...
Max: But based on what you saying. Then I can again that she can be, but she can also be a good friend who shows up when you need her.
Officer Berry: Sounds like you're a good friend. I wish she would be a great daughter and not cause Joyce so much stress.
Max: I have to go now. Enjoy your breakfast.
Officer Berry: By the way, one thing I can tell you for certain is to stay away from that RV outside.
Max: I usually stay away from sketchy parked vehicles.
Officer Berry: Wise policy. The guy who lives in it, Frank, is pretty sketchy himself. That's all I can say for now... I should finish up my coffee and get to work. I'd love to lecture you over coffee, but I prefer to drink in silence and solitude.
*Max looks at the trucker in red*
Max (thinking): I wouldn't last one day as a trucker. Those rigs are too damn big.
Trucker: I don't feel like talking right now. I gotta deliver a load of breakfast to my stomach. Over and out. I said.. over--and out.
*Max looks at the truck driver sitting next to the trucker in red*
Max (thinking): Truckers have such a romantic life, always on the road...
Max: Er, hello?
Truck Driver: "Pardonne moi", but you're in my eyesight.
Max: Oh...sorry.
Truck Driver: That's okay, I just need to see my truck out there in the lot. Been a long night on the road and I have to make sure my baby is sleeping right...
Max: Btw ain't everything in here within eyesight?
Truck Driver: I don't care for your tone. You sound like Joyce.
Max: How does Joyce sound?
Truck Driver: Bossy and smartass...like you.
Max: Why are you being so rude?
Truck Driver: Because I been on the road for 12 hours straight, hopped up on coffee and diet pills, carrying two tons of nitrate and all I want to do is eat a quiet breakfast and stare out the window. Do you mind?
Max: Also Joyce rules. I want to be exactly like her when I grow up.
Truck Driver: Looks like you're on your way. I've been coming to this dive for three years and Joyce gives me shit like it's going out of style.
Max: That's how she rolls. That's why I worship her every move.
Truck Driver: Good, I can't wait to see you flipping greasy bacon in a diner when you grow up...exactly like Joyce. Now pardon me while I get back to my coffee.
*Max looks at Justin*
Max (thinking): Justin is such a mellow dude.
Max: What's up, Justin?
Justin: Getting my coffee on before I cut class and destroy some rails. Shouldn't you be taking photos?
Max: Not yet. I need to... get my coffee on too.
Justin: Throw in a little green bud and you have the perfect hippie cocktail.
Max: You are so not a hippie. But then again. I am always taking photos. I am a camera after all.
Justin: You crack me up, Maxter. Of course, I'm baked, so I'll laugh at anything.
Max: You should be studying, bad boy.
Justin: So where's all your homework, schoolgirl?
Max: School. Speaking of buds, I saw your bro Trevor sneaking out of Dana's room.
Justin: Trevor finally told me about him and Dana hooking up. He got there first, so I snooze and I lose... Let's talk later when I'm not so high...
*Max looks at Trevor*
Max (thinking): Trevor looks as happy as Dana did...
Max: Hey, Trevor.
Trevor: Holla, Max. By the way, I know you saw me in the dorm.
Max: Yeah, I saw you coming out of Dana's room.
Trevor: Yeah, and I finally had to tell Justin, because, well, he was into her too.
Max: How did Justin react?
Trevor: I got him blazed. He was cool. Nobody has secrets in Blackwell anyway... See you in class, Max.
*Max notices a young woman with a Red streak in her hair and looks at her*
Max (thinking): Why do I feel like I know this girl? I shouldn't know her. I never met her before. This is the first time. Weird.
Max: Um, hello?
*The girl doesn't response, Joyce notices the woman, and comes over*
Joyce: May I take your order?
???: I take a Coffee and Bacon and Eggs.
*Joyce writes the order, walks away, puts the order in, comes back to fill up the Coffee mug, and goes back behind the counter*
Max (thinking): Why did this girl look kind of like me and Chloe?
Max: Alright, if you decide to ever talk to me. I will be over there in that booth waiting for my best friend arrive. Feel free to just come on over and we can chat.
*Max notice a Food Counter and looks at all that available*
Max (thinking): Drool. Want everything.
*Max looks at the Fishing Wall O' Fame*
Max (thinking): Forgot about the Fishing Wall O' Fame...
*Max looks at the Jukebox*
Max (thinking): It makes me so happy to see that old jukebox. Plus to think it got "I Got You Babe." How apropos... But no fucking way.
*Max plays a Guitar tune on the Jukebox*
Max (thinking): Wow, they actually updated some of the songs... Cool.
*Max notices a photo of Joyce with Ken Kesey and looks at it*
Max (thinking): Whoa, Ken Kesey with Joyce! That's so perfect.
*Max looks at the Whale Watching flyer next to Jukebox*
Max (thinking): That's funny, our family never went whale watching. Looks fun.
*Max sits down at the booth, Joyce walks over with one hand with a plate of food and the other hand holding a pot of coffee, Joyce sets the food down for the young woman in the next booth, and comes over to Max*
Joyce: And there she is--a lovely young woman. How are you doing, Max?
*Joyce pours coffee into the mug in front of Max*
Max: Hi, Joyce, it's nice to see you again. You look the same.
Joyce: Like I'm still a waitress at Two Whales after all these years?
Max: No, like you still look pretty.
Joyce: Nice save, kid. You're still smart. But not that smart... Now you get busted for smoking pot. I heard the whole sordid story from David. I'm sorry this was how you had to meet him. He's a good man...no matter what Chloe says.
Max: Yeah, I'm sure. I don't even smoke...like, ever. It was almost an accident. Very stupid. I'm sorry.
Joyce: It surprised me fierce.
Joyce: I was hoping you could be a good influence in her life now...
Max: I will be. Promise. I know things were hard for you and Chloe. I feel bad I didn't call. Now my folks are in Seattle and I'm all alone at Blackwell. It's my karma.
Joyce: You did the right thing. You moved forward with your life. I did, after William passed on. Chloe...Chloe chose to stay angry... Anyway, I hope we see more of you. Chloe needs an old friend again.
Max: Joyce, I am so sorry about William. I have great memories of him.
Joyce: I'm glad, Max. That was his gift to us...wonderful memories. Even if Chloe doesn't understand yet.
Max: Chloe understands, she just needs...time. I know that sucks for you. Though I bet she must have changed a lot during that time...
Joyce: Oh, she hit all the phases...expulsion, running away, drugs, bad boys, tattoos, piercings, blue hair... Now she's gotta rebel against her stepfather.
Max: I see why... I mean--
Joyce: Do you? He's not as much of a hardass as you think. But you did tell him you had a joint, right? You took that responsibility?
Max: I did. And I am sorry. I don't want Chloe in any more trouble... Or me. Plus David scared me when he said he might have my scholarship taken away for that stupid joint...
Joyce: Nobody's in trouble over a doobie, Max. And I admire that you took the heat for Chloe... Like a great friend. But Chloe does push David and it's not fair. He paid his dues in a war. He does care about her, along with all the students at Blackwell.
Max: He cares about Kate Marsh?
Joyce: David mentioned her, but I stay out of his business. I won't patrol Blackwell and he won't cook at the diner, you know?
Max: Yesterday I took a picture of him fighting with Kate... I thought you might know why...
Joyce: Nice try, Nancy Drew. But next to you, there's only one student I'm worried about. And she's not even in school anymore.
Max: But based on what you saying about David and Chloe. I can get it, Joyce. I know Chloe still likes to stir things up...
Joyce: Yeah, she does provoke people. Especially David. I just want us to be a family soon. I guess it's all about time...
Max: I think you're right, Joyce.
Joyce: So. Now let's get down to the nitty-gritty. What do you want to eat?
Max: The last good Belgian waffle I had was here when I was thirteen years old. So, bring it on.
Joyce: Now finish your coffee. One Belgian waffle for the hungry girl. Pronto!
Diner Employee: One Belgian waffle at 12 o'clock high!
Max (thinking): I love the delish anticipation of breakfast...
Truck Driver: Can I get some beer and bacon before I die?
Joyce: This is a diner, not a bar.
Truck Driver: No beer?
Joyce: Looks like you had plenty. Stick with the bacon.
*Max looks out the window*
Max (thinking): The lighthouse looks so mysterious... I wish I could stay in this moment forever... I guess I actually can now. But then it wouldn't be a moment...
*Max drinks some of her coffee*
Max (thinking): This is like fourth-dimensional deja vu... I keep going back in time...
*Max looks at the diner menu*
Max (thinking): The only thing that's changed on the menu are the prices...
*Max looks at the graffiti on the table*
Max (thinking): Nerd graffiti. Warren must have been here.
Diner employee: Order ready!
Truck Driver: No beer...what kind of dive is this?
Joyce: Incoming! I can hear your stomach rumbling from here, Max. Here. You'll love this.
*Joyce put the plate of food in front of Max*
Max: I'm drooling like a baby.
*Max begins to eat*
Joyce: Still can't believe you're a woman. When I look at pictures of Chloe—
*Chloe enters the diner*
Joyce: Speak of the devil...
*Chloe and Trevor high-five and then fist bump*
Chloe: Mom and Max, together again!
Joyce: And Chloe, looking for a free meal. You've put your whole damn college fund on your tab.
Max: I'm treating Chloe for breakfast.
Joyce: Are you atoning for yesterday?
Chloe: Oh, God, Mom, please do not give Max any shit for that. She apologized.
Joyce: I know she did. Max is a good girl--woman. She's eighteen now.
Chloe: Too old to get lectures from you or Sergeant Pepper...
Joyce: Call him David if you don't want to be lectured. You only get one damn slice of bacon today.
*Joyce returns to the kitchen to bring Chloe's breakfast*
Max: You guys are still the same...
Chloe: Another reason to blow this town. What is this shit on the jukebox?
*Chloe approaches the jukebox and changes the tune*
Chloe: Now that that's out of the way...
*Chloe jumps onto the seat across from Max*
Chloe: Let's talk about your superpower...
Max: I don't have any explanation... And I can't explain why I saw that crazy fucking tornado...
Chloe: Come on, that's just a daydream. I want proof you can rewind time.
Max: This is all happening so fast...
Chloe: We'll start slow. Right here. Now.
Max: Mm...I can tell you every single thing you have in your pockets.
Chloe: You have x-ray vision, dude? I don't even know what's in my pockets. Let me see...
*Chloe searches her pockets*
Chloe: Okay, Max, impress me!
Max: Some old chewing gum?
Chloe: Nada... Not. Impressed.
Max: Let's see... a gun?
Chloe: I left it in the car. Bzzz! Wrong answer!
Max: You have a tube of glitter in there, right?
Chloe: A what? Do you even know me?
Max: Your car keys!
Chloe: Duh, way too easy! I need details! Describe my keychain...
Max: A skull keychain, for a punk like you! Or it could definitely be a razor blade keychain... Or even a bullet, just like your necklace!
Chloe: That was all so...wrong, Max. Okay, Psychic Girl, let me show you what's actually in my pockets.
*Chloe pulls out the contents of her pockets and places them on the table*
Chloe: That was beyond epic fail. You even made me want to believe you...
Max (thinking): You need to look at the items and rewind so Chloe believes you.
Max looks at Chloe's keychain, parking ticket, coins, and pack of cigarettes*
Max (thinking): Okay, Max, study every item carefully and don't forget anything! You got this, Max, now rewind and blow Chloe's mind!
*Max rewinds*
Max: So, this is me telling you what's inside your pockets.
Chloe: Okay, Max, I'm hella ready.
Max: Your car keys!
Chloe: Duh, way too easy! I need details! Describe my keychain...
Max: A cute robot panda keychain!
Chloe: Not bad, Super Max! Maybe you have an esper on your side. You do have that Irish luck, Caulfield. What else?
Max: I'm pretty sure you have cigarettes on you.
Chloe: Yes, you know I'm a smoker. But how many cigarettes?
Max: Seven cigarettes...
Chloe: A superpower that allows you to count cigarettes. Cool! Even a broken clock is right twice a day. Whatevs the hell that means. Amazing! Something else in my pockets?
Max: Some money?
Chloe: Clearly I'm rich as fuck--how much do I have?
Max: Eighty-six cents...
Chloe: That's right, living large in Arcadia Bay! So, that was cool, show me more!
Max: A parking ticket.
Chloe: You know me well. But...what is the exact time I was busted?
Max: 10:34 a.m.
Chloe: Booyah! Max can tell time! Most impressive. Now let's check to see if you got it right.
*Chloe pulls out the items in her pockets and places them on the table, shocked to find that Max correctly guessed each of them*
Chloe: Amazeballs. I literally just got chills all over my neck. Let me break out all this shit to prove you are indeed a boss. You have powers.
*Joyce approaches the table carrying a bacon omelette*
Joyce: Take that crap off the table, Chloe.
Chloe: Sure, Mom.
*Chloe puts the items back in her pockets, Joyce places the food in front of Chloe, and begins to eat*
Joyce: How's the food, Max?
Max: Better than I remembered.
Joyce: Very good save.
*Joyce returns to the kitchen*
Chloe: Man, I'm hungry like the wolf.
Max: Clearly.
Chloe: I am freaking out about what just happened. You have to show me more, something way cooler so I will believe you without any doubt...
Max: I will predict the future.
Chloe: No way!
Max (thinking): Now, pay attention to everything that happens in the next few moments, so you can dazzle Chloe with your mad power...
*Joyce walks past Chloe and Max's table, waving to them. As she continues walking, the truck driver accidently drops his mug.
Chloe: That is so wrong.
Truck Driver: Oops!
Joyce: Did you break another cup? Really? No refill for you!
Max (thinking): Someone just broke a glass...
*Officer Berry listens to alert on his radio*
Officer Berry: Shoot, now I gotta take this call and leave my breakfast... Hey, where is my partner?
Max (thinking): The officer gets a radio call from the station...
Chloe: I think not, Max.
*Officer Berry's partner drives past the diner in the police car with the sirens blaring*
*Justin and Trevor begin to argue*
Trevor: You're a dick!
Justin: Don't slap me, bitch!
Joyce: Take your fight club outside!
Max (thinking): Justin and Trevor are fighting, as usual...
Chloe: You are really whiffing this.
Trevor: He started it!
Joyce: I'm finishing it!
*A cockroach crawls on the jukebox and a distorted jangle of tunes begins playing*
Chloe: This is a sad day in Maxville.
Max (thinking): Ow, nice feedback. The jukebox finally got pissed off.
Trucker: That's the best song I've heard yet!
Truck Driver: This is sure the hell better than that other garbage!
Joyce: I think our jukebox is headed for Davy Jones's locker...
Chloe: So, what are you waiting for?
Max (thinking): Now I should rewind and tell Chloe everything that just happened.
*Max rewinds and talks to Chloe*
Max: I'm going to predict four events that will happen in the next thirty seconds or so... The trucker drops his mug and Joyce rips him a new one.
Chloe: So, what happens next?
Max: The cop gets an emergency alert on his radio and his partner in the car leaves without him.
Chloe: Well, let's just see how this goes down.
Max: Justin and Trevor are fighting and Joyce breaks it up.
Chloe: This is getting good, can't wait to see what happens!
Max: The jukebox goes crazy as a cockroach crawls on it.
Chloe: Pretty bizarro, Max. But let's see if everything happens like you said...
*Joyce walks past Chloe and Max's table, waving to them. As she continues walking, the truck driver accidentally drops his mug*
Truck Driver: Oops!
Joyce: Did you break another cup? Really? No refill for you!
Chloe: Oh, way to go, Mom!
*Officer Berry listens to alert on his radio*
Officer Berry: Shoot, now I gotta take this call and leave my breakfast... Hey, where is my partner?
*Officer Berry's partner drives past the diner in the police car with the sirens blaring*
Chloe: You called it. Bet he's off to go bust some skaters.
*Justin and Trevor begin to argue*
Trevor: You're a dick!
Justin: Don't slap me, bitch!
Joyce: Take your fight club outside!
Trevor: He started it!
Joyce: I'm finishing it!
Chloe: Trevor and Justin must be in love.
*A cockroach crawls on the jukebox and a distorted jangle of tunes begins playing*
Chloe: You predicted a cockroach on the jukebox? I pledge allegiance to Max and the power for which she stands...
Max: This isn't a toy, Chloe. I do have to be careful how I use it. Plus I bow to use my powers for good not evil.
Chloe: Screw that! Of course it's a toy! The best toy ever! You can bang anyone with no strings attached, rewind time, and boom, it's like it never happened!
Max: Grow up.
Chloe: Maybe you made a move on me and I would never know!
Max: Yes, that's what I did.
Chloe: You can rewind time, Max. That's fucking insane. We have to play!
Max: I don't have time.
Chloe: You did not just say that.
*Max's nose begins to bleed*
Chloe: Uh... Check out your nose. Too much blow? Hey, are you okay?
Max: Too much excitement. See what happens when we hook up again?
Chloe: Then...let's go to one of my secret lairs and fully test your power. You need a sidekick to guide you.
Max: Okay, Girl Wonder... Show me the way to Chloe's Cave.
*Max and Chloe get up from the table*
Max (thinking): Chloe finally believes me...and I wonder what kind of crazy shit she has in mind now.
*Max talks to Chloe*
Chloe: Okay, Supergirl, let's go to my secret place!
*Max's phone rings*
Chloe: Don't even answer. We have places to go and people to do... Come on, before Mom starts some more shit. Let's bail!
Max: It's Kate Marsh, from Blackwell...
Chloe: Big whoop. You don't call me once in five years and now you're all over some beeatch you see every day at school? I see how you roll. So go ahead, chat up Kate Marsh from Blackwell. I've got other people to hang out with too.
Max: Let's go, Chloe. I can answer it on our way to your secret place.
Chloe: Later, Mom!
Max: Bye, Joyce.
*Joyce waves goodbye to Max and Max and Chloe do a high five and a fist bump*
Chloe: Freedom! Now follow me, young squire Max, so we can seriously tap your power and rule the world...
*Chloe leaves the diner, Max and Chloe leave the diner, get in Chloe's car as the dog owner watches them from a distance, and Max calls Kate back*
Kate: Hey.
Max: Hey, Kate, sorry that I missed your call. What's up? You okay?
Kate: I just want help with taking the video down or getting rid of it.
Max: How about I come by your dorm tomorrow morning and we can talk.
Kate: Yea, that would be great. Thanks, Max. It's good to know that somebody cares. Just don't forget to come by.
Max: I promise, Kate. I won't forget. I swear. Just do your homework and don't stress...
Kate: Okay. Bye, Max.
Max: Bye.
*Max hangs up*
Max: Chloe, by chance did your hair stand up on your back when you were at the diner?
Chloe: Yea, it did. Why you asking?
Max: Asking because mine stood up inside the diner. I am thinking it is because of the young woman that was sitting in the booth by us.
Chloe: She could be, but who knows really.
Max: Did you get a good look at her?
Chloe: No, not really. I just noticed her, but didn't try to actually look at her. I was more interested in seeing you.
Max: Well, I got a good look at her. She looked just like you and me. She seems to look like our daughter. Even though that is impossible. We haven't had any kids yet or adopted any. She had a red streak in her hair, had a black jacket around her wrist, a bullet necklace, and a tattoo on her arm just like you do, while she had freckles and 2 bangles on her arm just like I do.
Chloe: Shit, Max. She really does sound like she looks and acts just like us.
Max: Yea, she does. I just don't know what we should do about that.
Chloe: Maybe we shouldn't do anything about it. It does seem like she ain't trying to interact with us, so maybe it is best. We just leave it alone for now. If she ever does decide to interact with us. We can deal with it then.
Max: Alright.

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*Max and Chloe enter the junkyard*
Max: Wait up, Speedy!
Chloe: Dude, this is going to be so cool!
Max: Slow down, wait for me to get your present.
Chloe: You can just back time up...We'll have to test you now to make sure! Welcome to American Rust, my home away from hell.
Max: Raw and rough. It suits you...
Chloe: Max, do you know how awesome this is? I get my best friend back, and she's also supersized?
Max: We don't know for how long.
Chloe: Exactly why it's time to have fun.
*Chloe pulls out the gun*
Max: Are you kidding? After yesterday, I'm kinda over guns, Chloe. It freaks me out that you have one.
Chloe: Don't you trust me?
Max: Yes, but not that gun.
Chloe: You have more power than an army. Don't be scared of my little toy. Besides, we need it for the test...
*Chloe takes a sip of the beer bottle in her hand, then offers it to Max*
Chloe: Drink?
Max: Yuck.
Chloe: You are so cute. You haven't changed a bit. Okay, let's do this. Can you find five bottles while I prep the shooting range?
Max: Beer and guns? Nice combo.
Chloe: You can handle it. Now go find us five bottles? Pretty please? I prepare the shooting range while you look for some bottles.
*Chloe sets up the shooting range while Max collects bottles. Chloe finishes setting up*
Chloe: Break time!
*Max looks at Chloe*
Max (thinking): That's my Chloe...
Max: I have to find dirty-ass bottles while you chill? Not fair.
Chloe: I have to prep the range, crybaby. And I've been tripping hard about where you got this rewind power...
Max: From God. Or the gods. So, bow.
Chloe: We can make the world bow... Are you ready for that?
Max: No way. I still don't even know how my power works or for how long...
Chloe: Dude, you fuck shit up, you rewind, you fix it. Drop the mic. Boom.
Max: Okay, yes. Once I figure out exactly how my power works. A god must doth know these things.
Chloe: Amen! And while you build an empire, I'm there to keep you on the path of badassness. And fun.
Max: Spin, rinse and repeat... I'm just altering time and space. Oh yeah, and history. No biggie.
Chloe: You already altered history by saving my life, smartass. Let's see what else you can do...
*Max looks at the gun shells on the ground*
Max (thinking): Those shells look fresh...
*Max looks at the football on the ground up the hill*
Max (thinking): The Bigfoots were here...
*Max looks at the prank on the ground*
Max (thinking): Hmmm... I could use this board as a bridge. Doesn't look too heavy...
*Max moves a plank and puts between the hill and the boat*
Max (thinking): Way heavier than I thought...oof!
*Max walks on the plank to the boat and looks at the bottle on a makeshift table*
Max (thinking): Cool! At least not everything is broken around here.
*Max takes the bottle*
Max (thinking): Hello bottle number one! Four more to go!
*Max sits down in the chair*
Max (thinking): Although this junkyard is a dive, I see why Chloe hangs here... She's a steam-punked... It actually feels like Chloe and I are kids again, we're hiding out and plotting our futures... Despite all the chaos and bullshit, I feel so giddy hanging out with her again... So happy... Like we've both gone back in time...
*Max looks at the bottle on a brick by the hill*
Max (thinking): How long has that been here?
*Max takes the bottle*
Max (thinking): Boom! Only three bottles left...
*Max looks at the syringes on the ground*
Max (thinking): Oh gross! So disturbing to see old syringes on the ground...
*Max looks at the bottle on a paint bucket*
Max (thinking): YES! Score!
*Max takes the bottle*
Max (thinking): Three down, two more to go. Talk about finding a bottle in a haystack...
*Max goes inside Chloe's and Rachel's hideout*
Max (thinking): This looks like a graffiti museum for Chloe and Rachel... I bet I can find out more about Rachel here...
*Max looks at a flyer for something happening in LA*
Max (thinking): They would have gone all the way to Los Angeles for a rave. Looks fun.
*Max looks at the wall that got "Chloe was here" and "Rachel was here" written*
Max (thinking): I don't want to intrude, but... I was here.
*Max writes "Max was here"*
Max (thinking): Now we're officially a trio known as Amberpricefield... we just have to find Rachel to make it definitive official Amberpricefield.
*Max looks at a flyer for a Vortex Club party that Rachel went to before her disappearance*
Max (thinking): So Rachel did go to a Vortex Club party... This flyer is dated right before she disappeared...
*Max looks at a note that says "I WANT TO DIE" on it*
Max (thinking): "I want to die." Jeez. Who wrote this?
*Max looks at the bottle sitting on the chair*
Max (thinking): Oh, there you are, li'l bottle... trying to play hide and seek?
*Max takes the bottle*
Max (thinking): One more bottle to go!
*Max looks at a CD that got "Rachel's songs" written on it*
Max (thinking): "Rachel songs." I wonder if Chloe would ever make me a mixtape.
*Max looks at some photos of Chloe and Rachel*
Max (thinking): They really were besties. That could have been me instead of Rachel...
*Max's phone goes off and looks*
(Warren): We are so GOING APE! Newberg is 60 miles so we should leave around 5. I drive.
(Max): Hell yeah we will in your new ride.
(Warren): We have to get supplies for the drive-in. Maybe we can have dinner first. ..... Or whatever. Anyway. GO APE!
(Max): Too late!
(Warren): :)
*Max puts her phone away and looks at the makeup case*
Max (thinking): I can't see Chloe playing with makeup...
*Max looks at Rachel's letter in the trash bin*
Max (thinking): Now what's up with this weird secret relationship? Sounds like Rachel was confused about it, maybe even ashamed... I wish she named names. I better not show this to Chloe or she will be seriously hurt. Though maybe she already seen it since it is in the trash bin and all. But maybe I take it and just show Chloe whenever there a good time for it.
*Max takes the letter and looks at the bracelets*
Max (thinking): That kinda hurts...
*Max looks at the fishes on the wall*
Max (thinking): Irony or metaphor?
*Max looks at the wall that "FUCK YOU. YES YOU." written*
Max (thinking): Ouch.
*Max leaves Chloe's and Rachel's hideout, goes to the other side of it, and looks at the wall that "EAT SHIT AND LIVE!" written*
Max (thinking): Thanks for the tip.
*Max enters the area with the "party pit" and stacked cars, part of a car wheel falls onto the ground, Max rewinds, and looks at the "party pit"*
Max (thinking): I'm sure this is a popular party pit.
*Max looks at the bottle*
Max (thinking): Oh yes, we can use this one for a target.
*Max takes the bottle in the corner*
Max (thinking): Voila! Now I can deliver this bottle booty to Captain Chloe...
*Max leaves the "party pit" and looks at a old washing machine*
Max (thinking): I wonder how many generations of fashion went through that washing machine...
*Max looks at a wrecked car*
Max (thinking): I wonder if Chloe thinks about her father when she looks at all these smashed up cars...
*Max sees the spirit doe*
Max (thinking): Wowser, that looks exactly like the same doe from my tornado vision... That doe is the perfect photo op...
*Max follows the doe and looks at it*
Max (thinking): She's staring at me as if we have a connection...
*Max takes photo of the doe, it hops away after photo taken, and Max tries to rewind it back to original position*
Max (thinking): What? My rewind power doesn't work on her? I don't get it.
*Max releases the rewind and sits down by a cut down tree*
Max (thinking): It so quiet and primordial out here... I always feel like the forest is whispering to me... Like Arcadia Bay is trying to tell me something... I just have to figure out the message...
*Max looks at a old punk shirt*
Max (thinking): This was an old-school punk shirt...
*Max looks at the school bus with "ARCADIA BAY SUX" written on it*
Max (thinking): A popular meme these days...
*Max looks at a old shirt*
Max (thinking): This is the scariest thing here...
*Max looks at a grounded boat*
Max (thinking): So sad to look at a grounded boat... I wonder who owned that and where they are now...
*Max notices a bottle on top of a old refrigerator*
Max (thinking): Look who we have here... a cute little bottle for the taking...
*Max looks at the crate*
Max (thinking): Maybe I can use this to reach the bottle.
*Max moves the crate, steps on it, takes the bottle, and looks at a old school bus*
Max (thinking): It's hard to believe that was once on the road, filled with dozens of students...
*Max takes a photo of the school bus and looks at a Pacific Steve's Famous Crab sign*
Max (thinking): No way... I totally remember going there when I was a kid. I loved the hushpuppies... Now the sign is just Arcadia Bay junk...
*Max looks at a wrecked car with a board inside it*
Max (thinking): Every car has it own tale and history...
*Max looks at a Old Doll*
Max (thinking): Aw, poor thing. They left you here all alone.
*Max looks at a bottle on top of car hood*
Max (thinking): "Coming this fall... Max Caulfield, Bottle Hunter."
*Max takes the bottle, her phone goes off, and she looks at it*
(Kate): Max. I want to thank you for giving me such great advice about going to the police and telling them everything about Nathan. I so appreciate you standing by me. Keeps my faith. oxoxo.
(Max): Kate I'm on your side. Please don't mention me too much if you can. I'm already in trouble around here.
(Kate): And thanks so much for talking to me this morning. I was about to have a serious cry and I needed a friend. You were there. As usual:) xoxoxo. I so appreciate you standing by me. Keeps my faith. xoxoxo.
*Max puts her phone away and looks at a wrecked car with barrels above it*
Max (thinking): All this rusted metal makes me feel serene... Am I morbid or just goth?
*Max returns to Chloe and gives her all 7 the bottles*
Chloe: Thanks, Max.
*Chloe places the bottles on the shooting range*
Chloe: Wait--one more for the road.
*Chloe takes a sip of beer from the bottle in her hand before placing it on the range with the others*
Max: You're serious about this...
Chloe: We're going to shoot all these bottles without wasting a single bullet. Max, you have to help me aim. Show me the way, Max.
Max: I need to see you shoot first.
*Chloe fires the gun, misses, and Max rewinds*
Chloe: Show me the way, Max.
Max: Aim a bit to the right.
Chloe: Sir, yes, sir!
*Chloe fires the gun and hits the bottle*
Chloe: Oh, yes! Did you see that shit, Max?!
Max: Duh.
Chloe: That was so fucking cool! Now for the second bottle. Now, Max, where do I aim?
Max: You're on target, pull the trigger.
*Chloe fires the gun, misses, and Max rewinds*
Chloe: Now, Max, where do I aim?
Max: Aim slightly above.
Chloe: Right between the eyes...
*Chloe fires the gun and hits the bottle*
Chloe: Watch out, Nathan! Now, that is fun. Let's pump up the volume and find me another target. I want to get creative here... Give me something to shoot, Max.
Max: I bet you want to blow apart those old computer monitors.
Chloe: Let's reboot them with a bullet!
*Chloe fires the gun and it breaks the screen of the computer*
Chloe: Old school... Lame!
Max: Aim at that old blue plank here.
Chloe: I hate old planks.
*Chloe shoots the plank, it falls over, and scares a flock of birds into the air*
Chloe: Yawn... I must rid the world of those bottles!
Max: Let's see you take a crack at that rusty barrel.
Chloe: Sorry, Mr. Barrel, your time has come.
*Chloe fires the gun and the bullet ricochets several times*
Chloe: Listen to those phat bullet beats!
Max: Let's take out this wheel rim on your left.
Chloe: Taking out the wheel rim now...
*Chloe shoots the wheel rim, the bullet ricochets off it, and hits the third bottle*
Chloe: Hella yes!
Max: Nice shootin', Tex.
Chloe: Now that's what I'm talking about!
Max: Satisfied?
Chloe: Like, never. So I want one more ubercool trick shot...
Max: How about using that junker for a target now? I want to see that windshield go down.
Chloe: Watch out for flying glass!
*Chloe shoots, destroys the windshield, and a squirrel jumps onto the car*
Chloe: You guys better run for cover. Yet the bottle remains...
Max: Put a real dent in that front bumper.
Chloe: Goodbye, cruel bumper...
*Chloe shoots the gun, the bullet ricochets off the bumper, and hits Chloe in the chest*
Chloe: Jesus, I shot myself! I shot myself! Back up, back up!
Max: Stupid gun! Hold on, Chloe!
*Max rewinds*
Max: Let's see what happens when you shoot the gas tank.
Chloe: Step back, gas tank go boom!
*Chloe shoots the gun, a few flames rise up from the gas tank, and it explodes*
Chloe: Boom! Car definitely down, but no bottle casualties. Feels good, but I didn't hit any of the bottles.
Max: How about aiming for the left tire?
Chloe: Adios, spinning wheel of death...
*Chloe fires the gun, the car falls onto the shooting range, crushing the remaining bottles, and landing upside down*
Chloe: Ubercool.
*Max and Chloe high-five*
Chloe: I cannot believe this is for reals! My best friend is a superhero! Now it's your turn to bust a cap.
Max: I don't know...
*Max's nose begins to bleed*
Chloe: Max, your nose. Damn...
Max: I...don't...feel so super...
*Max collapses in Chloe's arms*
Chloe: Max!
*Visions of the tornado flash through Max's mind. Max and Chloe sit on the hood of a rusty car. Max's head rests on Chloe's lap as Chloe holds her. Max slowly wakes up, slightly disoriented*
Chloe: You freaked me out there. Do you feel any better now?
Max: A little. Thanks for helping me, just...give me a minute.
Chloe: Too much action for Arcadia?
Max: Maybe not enough. This is kinda fun. Scary and stupid, but fun.
Chloe: Let me know when you feel okay.
Max (thinking): God, this power really messes with my head. Glad I feel normal again. I better go chat up Chloe.
*Max looks at Chloe*
Max (thinking): Look at her. Chloe can even chill out playing with a gun.
*Max takes a photo of Chloe*
Chloe: Okay, looks like you're ready to lock and load.
Max: I don't know about this...
Chloe: Are you afraid of getting in trouble? Oh, boohoo, Max is afraid! I know you can handle this. And I'm here to guide you. Make me proud, sista!
*Chloe gives the gun to Max, Frank approaches, and Max quickly hides the gun behind her back*
Frank: Hey, it's Thelma and Louise. Or is it Bonnie and Clyde?
Chloe: Excuse us, Frank.
Frank: Oh, sorry, Chloe. Don't let me get in the way of your bonding. I heard the gunshots and the breaking glass. It's cute that you're playing with guns. Just like me at your age.
Chloe: We're not anything alike, man.
Frank: We both need money. In fact, you need it so bad you owe me a shitload, don't ya, Chloe? Huh?
Chloe: You'll get your money.
Frank: Don't they all say that? Y'know, even when they're broke and acting tough...
*Frank looks at Max*
Frank: What're you hiding there, girlie? Let me see!
*Frank points at Max and Chloe notices the bracelet on his wrist*
Chloe: Where did you get that bracelet?
Frank: A friend. And it's none of your goddamn business. You're my business now and I--
Chloe: That's Rachel's bracelet! Why the fuck are you wearing her bracelet?!
Frank: Calm yourself, alright? It was a gift.
Chloe: No, it wasn't! You stole that shit! Give it to me right now, asshole!
*Chloe reaches for the bracelet and Frank pulls out a knife*
Frank: You better step back before you regret it, girl. I mean it. You want me to cut you, bitch?
*Frank and Chloe look over at Max and she is pointing the gun at Frank*
Max: Please...please step back.
Frank: You're kidding. Put that down.
*Max pulls the trigger, but the gun is out of bullets*
Frank: That is hilarious! Oh, man... I'll remember you, kid. I'll remember you almost shot me. And you'll wish I had no memory, because I never forget. You have until Friday to pay me. Don't ever pull crap like this again. It'll be the last time you do. Try bullets next time, brainiacs.
*Frank puts the knife back in his pocket and leaves*
Max: Sorry.
*Chloe hugs Max*
Chloe: You were awesome. Thanks for standing up for me...Let's blow. My secret lair didn't feel secret today. At least Frank is gone; he won't fuck with us again. He just wants his money.
Max (thinking): Jesus, I almost shot this guy and now he'll be more dangerous to Chloe and me. Wowser, why did Frank have Rachel's bracelet? We need to talk about this later, but I better follow Chloe now. Chloe is waiting to go for a walk. We both need a time-out from here.
*Max and Chloe leave the junkyard*

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*Max and Chloe are walking on the train tracks*
Chloe: I still can't believe you pulled a gun on Frank. That was epic.
Max: It felt awful... I'm glad there was no bullets in there--
Chloe: You can just rewind time in your hand and stick that barrel right up Frank's ass! You have the power!
Max: You're gross. Don't fall.
*Max and Chloe briefly hold hands and then let go*
Chloe: I'm just glad you were here.
Max: Me too...I think. Chloe, why the hell are you hanging around scary losers like Frank? It's weird.
Chloe: Let's take a break and I'll talk.
*Max and Chloe lie down on the train tracks*
Chloe: Feels like a different world, huh? I wish we could stay forever...
Max: Can we build another pirate fort and keep the world out?
Chloe: We need a new secret hangout... At least Frank wouldn't find us... Are you okay, Max?
Max: I'm still freaked out about what happened... That was awful, Chloe. Seriously, Chloe, this is scary. What if Frank tries to track us down?
Chloe: I'm sorry. But Frank isn't as hardcore as he fronts. All he cares about is his cash, stash, and mangy dog.
Max: Chloe, did you see what just happened? I almost shot him! I know I could rewind, but, Chloe, this is not playtime. No more guns.
Chloe: Max, I know. Crazy shit is the new normal for me. That's why I planned to leave Arcadia Bay without paying Frank off...
Max: Now, tell me exactly what's going on between you and Frank--does he have a last name?
Chloe: Frank Bowers. He's just a dealer. Where I get my weed. The one in your joint, remember? Anyway, Frank and I kind of hung out.
Max: Is this your "bad boy" phase?
Chloe: No, it's my "trying to scrounge some quick cash so Rachel and I could get the hell out of here" phase. Frank had quick cash. That's all.
Max: Hung out? You don't mean you...
Chloe: No, we didn't have sex. Gross, man. He never even tried. I just made the mistake of borrowing money so Rachel and I could bail outta here...
Max: That's it?
Chloe: No. I want to know how Frank got Rachel's bracelet... What do you think?
Max: I don't know anymore. My brain is so fried from all this. I need a mental enema. Though I do think we have to be careful. And keep an eye on this guy. Without him eyeballing us, okay?
Chloe: It's so weird talking to you about this insane crap. We haven't hung out this much since we were tweens...and it's like no time has passed. I wish Rachel was here to meet you.
Max: Do you think that Rachel and I would have been friends?
Chloe: You're not that different. She had--has a great eye for images and for art. Plus, she's a smartass like you. We would all be hella best friends forever.
Max: I know she must be as cool as you are. I have no doubt we'll meet soon.
Chloe: Railroad tracks always make me feel better...I have no idea why...
Max: Kerouac knew. It's the romance of travel and movement...the sound of the train whistle at night...
Chloe: Look at the beat poet here.
Max: I'd rather be a good photographer...
Chloe: You are. You just have to stop being afraid...
*Max gets up to take a picture of the mid-morning sun framed by the structure of a nearby water tower*
Max (thinking): Perfect...
*Max holds her head in her hand as the flashing visions of the tornado return and the vision ends with Chloe calling for help*
Chloe: Max!
*Max is holding her head in pain as she comes out of the vision to discover Chloe is actually calling for help*
Chloe: Max? Help! I'm stuck!
Max: Hold on, Chloe!
*Max grabs Chloe's hands, tries to pull her up from the tracks but it doesn't work, Max tries to free Chloe's boot but it is caught in the track switch, and Max hears a train horn in the distance*
Max (thinking): What's that noise? The train...oh, shit!
*Max looks at Chloe*
Max (thinking): Max, you can't just yank out like a superhero. Move!
*Max looks at a Crowbar*
Max (thinking): A crowbar! This is exactly what I need!
*Max takes the Crowbar*
Max (thinking): I can definitely use this bad boy!
*Max tries to open the door*
Max (thinking): Shit, I can't budge it at all!
*Max uses the Crowbar to open the door*
Max (thinking): Score!
*Max looks at the Ax hanging up*
Max (thinking): Man, that ax looks sharp... too sharp. Wait a minute...
*Max takes the Ax*
Max (thinking): Okay, what can I slice with this?
*Max opens the drawer all the way on the right, nothing inside, opens the drawer all the way on the left, nothing inside, opens the drawer in the middle, and looks at the pliers inside*
Max (thinking): Yes! Pliers!
*Max takes the pliers*
Max (thinking): Now I can pull a total MacGyver!
*Max looks at the drum*
Max (thinking): I don't know. This looks way too heavy... and right over the switching lever...
*Max tries to push the drum and it doesn't move*
Max (thinking): Damn, something is blocking the drum!
*Max looks at the wedge*
Max (thinking): This wedge locks the drum in place...
*Max uses the Crowbar to remove the wedge*
Max (thinking): Now I can finally move the drum.
*Max jumps down, runs over to Chloe, and tries to use Ax on Chloe*
Max (thinking): I don't want to use this ax... Good lord, Max, she's not a zombie, find another way!
*Max runs over to the lever and looks at it*
Max (thinking): I need to pull this switching lever right now!
*Max tries to pull the lever*
Max (thinking): I can't even move it an inch!
*Max tries to use the Crowbar on the lever*
Max (thinking): I can't even move it with this crowbar! For real?
*Max looks at the fuse box*
Max (thinking): Hmmm, maybe I can open this fuse box.
*Max opens the fuse box*
Max (thinking): Awesome, it's not locked!
*Max tries to use Ax on it*
Max (thinking): Maybe an ax isn't the best precision tool for electronics.
*Max looks at the wires*
Max (thinking): Like I know which wire to cut...
*Max uses the pliers to cut the red wire and it unlocks the lever*
Max (thinking): Now that's the right cable!
*Max cuts the green wire, a bell rings, and a red light at the top of a nearby mast to illuminate*
Max (thinking): Stupid light. No go. Shit.
*Max cuts the yellow wire, arcs of electricity jump between the severed ends, and Max jumps back a bit*
Max (thinking): Whoa—short circuit city!
*Max pulls the lever, and the switch moves*
Max (thinking): Yes! I did it!
*Chloe gets up, gets out of the train's way just before it reaches her, Max moves the switch back before the train reaches it, and Max and Chloe wait for the train to pass. Once the train passes, Chloe hugs Max*
Max: You okay?
Chloe: You saved me again! Crazy. Now we're totally bonded for life!
Max: Damn, that was close.
Chloe: Aren't you glad I took you away to a nice quiet, desolate spot?
*Chloe and Max hug as they walk back along the tracks*
Max: It was cool to spend time in your lair, but...I have to get back to school before my next class...
Chloe: Since you're the mysterious superhero, I'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion.
Max: My powers might not last, Chloe...
Chloe: That's okay—we will. Forever.

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*Chloe drives Max to the entrance of Blackwell and it is raining*
Max: Thanks for the ride, Chloe. Right on time for my art lesson.
Chloe: Thanks for coming with me. Sorry to be so boring...
Max: Nothing exciting ever happens to us, right?
Chloe: Listen, your rewind power has to be connected to that snow yesterday. That might explain your tornado vision...
Max: Explain what? Snow equals a ginormous twister that takes out Arcadia Bay? You're high.
Chloe: Wake up, Max. You saved my life twice now. You altered the course of my destiny, yours, and whoever! Do you know about Chaos Theory?
Max: What do you know about Chaos Theory, Miss "I Hate Math"?
Chloe: Five years ago, asswipe. Some people change...and your situation is the perfect storm for quantum physics.
Max: Why me? I'm just a geek girl in some small town...
Chloe: A perfect example of "strange attractors." Don't they teach you kids anything at Blackwell? We have a tornado, rewind power, and freak snow...hello, Armageddon! So let's party with your power, rock star!
Max: Like you said, Professor Price: a superhero needs a sidekick.
Chloe: How can it be such a shitty week and yet one of the best of my life?
Max: Because we're back in action again!
*The pair high-five and bump fists before Max exits the truck and Max waves goodbye as Chloe drives away*

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Max (thinking): I have a little time before Mr. Jefferson's class, so...I can do some wandering.
Justin: So, are you going to that Vortex Club party?
Female Student 1: Like I'd miss it! I have the sweetest outfit...
*Max looks at Justin*
Max (thinking): Justin always looks stoned.
*Max looks at the "End Of The World" small poster*
Max (thinking): If I was normal, I’d be super excited about going to a major shindig.
*Max looks at the "Enter The Vortex Club" poster*
Max (thinking): It’s the “Invasion of the Vortex Club”…
*Max looks at the "End Of The World" big poster*
Max (thinking): I wouldn’t want to be at an “End Of The World” party with Nathan Prescott.
*Max looks at the "Blackwell Academy Rules of Hall Conduct"*
Max (thinking): Carrying a gun to class is cool, though.
*Max looks at Principal Wells*
Max (thinking): I swear Principal Wells always looks distressed.
Max: Sir?
Principal Wells: Oh, hello, Max. I hope this isn't about the alleged gun incident...
Max: Alleged? Nathan did have a gun. Have you talked to him yet?
Principal Wells: Yes. He's deeply upset about his accusation. I don't blame him. Once I have all the facts, we'll talk. For the moment, focus on your schoolwork.
Max: I can't focus when I'm scared.
Principal Wells: Please don't say that. There's nothing to be scared of at Blackwell Academy. Our head of security is overseeing a new era of campus safety.
Max: Mr. Madsen already treats everybody here like they're under surveillance... Like for example. I saw Mr. Madsen hassle Kate Marsh yesterday...
Principal Wells: Wait, wait. Do you see a pattern here, Max?
Max: Probably not the same one you see.
Principal Wells: It's very easy for you to instantly accuse people of doing terrible things. Nathan, Mr. Madsen...who's next? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting.
*Max looks at the Missing Person poster*
Max (thinking): Maybe you owed money to Frank too…
*Max looks at Zachary*
Max (thinking): Zachary always looks like he’s ready to throw a football.
Max: Hello, Zach.
Zachary: 'Sup, Max? It's weird to not see you without your camera...
Max: I'm always taking pictures with my eyes...
Zachary: I bet. As long as you don't talk to everybody about all that shit with the sext and Victoria...
Max: I won't. That's what Victoria wanted.
Zachary: Yeah. I notice she kinda set up her own drama. Even if it fucks her over. Weird.
Max: She doesn't have to, though.
Zachary: That's what I don't get at all. She's hot, rich, and talented... What more does she need?
Max: Plus I think that drama from yesterday is over. Just another Blackwell mini-drama...
Zachary: You mean stupid shit. Man, I just don't get Victoria. What does she want?
Max: Probably for all of us to talk about her. Like now...
Zachary: Then let's not. You're pretty smart, Max. See you at the game Friday.
*Max looks at "THE WORLD IS YOURS TODAY" poster*
Max (thinking): Desperate much? We’re already here.
Female Student 2: That snow was so insane!
Female Student 3: Seriously. Hello, climate change!
*Max looks at another Missing Person poster*
Max (thinking): I am going to find out what happened to you, Rachel.
*Max looks at a Anti End Of The World poster*
Max (thinking): Does anybody believe this shit?
*Max looks at the "GLOBAL WARNING: FREAK SNOW" poster*
Max (thinking): I should go and see what I can learn.
*Max looks at a Vortex Club poster on Courtney's table*
Max (thinking): Join us… or die!
*Max looks at the End Of The World poster behind Courtney*
Max (thinking): So you can almost shoot somebody on Monday and party on Friday? Prescott Power.
*Max looks at Courtney*
Max (thinking): Courtney will do anything for Victoria and the Vortex Club.
Max: Hey, Courtney.
Courtney: Ciao, Max. No photos, please. I have to come up with a guest list for a Vortex Club soiree.
Max: Really?
Courtney: Oh, like you care.
Max: I'm sure the Vortex Club has a dress code. As you can see, I would need your advice on what to wear.
Courtney: Thanks, Max. I didn't think you noticed high fashion. Tell you what, I'll put you down on the guest list and before the party, I can give you some tips.
Max: Cool. Thanks, Courtney.
Courtney: I'll send you the party info later. Back to the list! Can't wait to doll you up. Talk soon.
*Max looks at Trevor*
Max (thinking): Trevor surveys his domain.
*Max looks at yet another Missing Person poster*
Max (thinking): Now why would Frank Bowers have your bracelet?
*Max looks at the Blackwell Academy poster*
Max (thinking): I should feel lucky here.
*Max looks at the End Of The World poster by David*
Max (thinking): If my tornado vision came true, it would be the “end of the world”.
*Max looks at David*
Max (thinking): If only I knew what David Madsen was really up to.
Max: Excuse me, Mr. Madsen?
David: I know things got a little heated yesterday in Chloe's room... Was that really your reefer?
Max: Yes, it was. You know that marijuana is almost legal in Oregon. I can get it at Blackwell.
Max: Are you going to bust me now, Mr. Madsen?
David: Even I'm not that much of an asshole... And I am sorry about yesterday. I was wrong, but upset. Cannabis is not a big deal to you, but it has been to Chloe.
Max: You're a combat veteran. She's no threat to you.
David: If I didn't care about her, I wouldn't care at all. When I was her age, I was out raising a lot more hell. She's better than that. All you kids are. So is Kate Marsh.
Max: What about Kate?
David: I shouldn't have said anything... You know about that video going around.
Max: Is that why you hassled Kate yesterday? I took a photo of that moment for surveillance sake.
David: Soldier, you don't have the facts. You think I'm a hypocrite because I want cameras around here for the safety of the students? Plus you did stepped between us at a pretty bad time. She's another matter entirely.
Max: Kate hasn't done anything wrong.
David: Max, this isn't just about Kate Marsh. My concern is for the safety of all Blackwell students. Including you.
Max: That'll take more than surveillance cameras.
David: It will take more than Ms. Grant and her petition to find missing students.
Max: Isn't that your responsibility as head of security? Unless you know something about Rachel Amber that nobody else does...
David: I don't want to fight with you anymore. I don't want to fight with anyone anymore... That's all, Max.
*Max enters the classrooms hallway, her phone goes off, and looks at it*
(Warren): Hey gurrl! I'm in the Sci-Fi-Lab. Now. I'm no Schrodinger's Kitty.
(Max): ^^ See you soon.
*Max puts her phone away*
Max (thinking): I still have time...I could go see Warren playing mad scientist in the lab.
*Max looks at Luke*
Max (thinking): Luke is always using the phone as a shield to avoid people.
Juliet: I saw Victoria and her friends shopping for the party.
Logan: That reminds me, I have to score some weed from Nathan...
*Max looks at Logan*
Max (thinking): I really hope this jackass will use protection next time.
*Max looks at Juliet*
Max (thinking): Juliet is laying the smackdown on Zachary.
*Max looks at Evan*
Max (thinking): I love how Evan is “so above” the Vortex Club and everything else.
Evan: Yo, Maxwell Smart. Talk later, cool?
*Max enters the Science classroom and looks at the Periodic Table*
Max (thinking): A periodic table… Wish I knew what “periodic” means.
*Max looks at Ms. Grant*
Max (thinking): Ms. Grant is so cool and smart. She defines the word “teacher.”
Max: Hi, Ms. Grant.
Ms. Grant: Funny, I was just thinking about you, Max. Thanks again for taking a stand against camera surveillance here. Every signature counts.
Max: How is your campaign going?
Ms. Grant: You signed the petition. Now it's your campaign, too. Thanks for stepping up. More people would rather send a text than sign a petition. That's how they keep us all distracted. Nobody will notice cameras on every square foot.
Max: I know. I really hope you keep those cameras from taking over Blackwell.
Ms. Grant: Max, with students like you, we sure will.
Max: I'm just thinking about all the autumn photos I want to take...
Ms. Grant: Oh, this is my favorite time of year. I do love the season change. This whole campus is a visual delight. I know Mr. Jefferson loves to shoot around here. You must like photography.
Ms. Grant: I do, but I am certainly no artist. I'm all about the science. You can't debate numbers.
Max: You must know Mr. Jefferson pretty well by now.
Ms. Grant: I certainly know him as a talented artist and terrific teacher. I've been here a little longer, but he's made a bigger mark... I have to say, it's not quite autumn enough yet.
Max: What about that snow yesterday? What's your scientific explanation?
Ms. Grant: Our climate is moving beyond explanation. Of course, some of the tribes here might see it different...
Max: I can't wait for fall either. It's all about the atmosphere.
Ms. Grant: You're the artist and I'm the scientist... like yin and yang.
Max: I'm sorry, Ms. Grant, but I have to get going.
Ms. Grant: Go on, Max. We'll talk again. Real soon.
*Max looks at the “SCIENCE IS ART AND ART IS SCIENCE” poster*
Max (thinking): DaVinci was a boss.
*Max looks at the fish tank*
Max (thinking): I bet if I touch the glass all these creepy sea critters will pop up.
*Max touches the fish tank*
Max (thinking): Or nothing will happen at all.
*Max looks at Brooke*
Max (thinking): Brooke always kinda pretends like I’m almost… not there. Why?
Max: Howdy, Brooke.
Brooke: Hi, Max. Making your daily rounds?
Max: How's your drone?
Brooke: Ms. Grant busted me flying it over the parking lot. She's all jacked up about surveillance bullshit. Like I was spying on Warren's new car.
Max: You already planted a GPS on him?
Brooke: I borrowed the one he has on you.
Max: Hate to hit and run, but...
Brooke: Don't let me get in your way. So long.
*Max looks at the Chemistry Stuff*
Max (thinking): “Bring me the brain, Igor!”
Warren: Think, big brain, think... This can't be that hard... Yes, I am a scientist. Fuck...
*Max looks at Warren*
Max (thinking): There’s Mister Wizard hard at work.
Max: Hey, Warren. Are you okay? You look thoughtful, yet confused.
Warren: Maxwell Silver Hammer! Perfect timing! I need help with this chemical experiment...
Max: Asking me for help means you're screwed...
Warren: I have to add either a bit of potassium or sodium. It's up to you to decide, Dr. Max.
Max: I have a vision...go-dium!
Warren: "Go-dium"? That's the worst pun I've ever heard! Yet Max has spoken. Sodium it is!
*Warren pours sodium into the beaker*
Warren: Damn. Zip. Nothing. Nada. I give up.
Max: Go-tassium!
Warren: Potassium it shall be. If this works, you get a free hug...
*Warren pours potassium into another beaker, a slight explosion, and smoke drifts up from the beaker*
Warren: Weird science. Yes, I am a scientist. Fuck…
Max: I actually think you should use a lot of potassium. I mean, a shitload.
Warren: See, look at that smile! You're going to become a scientist yet... Let's do this thing!
*Warren pours a lot of potassium into another beaker and a big explosion that knocks Warren backward as smoke drifts up from the beaker*
Warren: She blinded me with science... Yes, that was a blast! But, let’s keep it a professional secret, cool?
Max: Again we meet, Brooke.
Brooke: This is true, Max.
Max: I'm helping Warren with his latest experiment.
Brooke: Oh. I guess he needed a neophyte assistant so he wouldn't be threatened. But you came to his rescue anyway.
Max: Not me. Warren doesn't need my help.
Brooke: The boy knows things.
Max: Then again it apparently, it's my nature.
Brooke: Yet Warren ignores the experts right in front of him. Not that he would ask me for help anyway...
Max: I need to know if you can help me with a potassium experiment...
Brooke: No can do, Max. I'm all about robotics, not chemistry. Give me a drone over a beaker.
Max: Hate to hit and run, but...
Brooke: Don't let me get in your way. So long.
Max: Hi again, Ms. Grant.
Ms. Grant: Right back at you, Max.
Max: Ms. Grant, can I ask you a possibly dumb science question?
Ms. Grant: You know my stock teacher answer: there are no dumb questions. Ask away.
Max: Would you add potassium or sodium to a chemical mix for this week's experiment?
Ms. Grant: Neither, unless you want a face full of powder. I would add chlorine.
Max: Okay, Warren. I got the answer now. You were wrong with what you think you needed, Warren, you need to add chlorine, not potassium or sodium!
Warren: Chlorine? I didn't think of that. Can't argue with a confident scientist. Let's try it!
*Warren pours chlorine into the beaker and the mixture turns bright pink*
Warren: Eureka! She's got it!
Max: No, you got it.
Warren: Don't be so modest, Dr. Caulfield...
Brooke: Oh, you guys really broke the bounds of science...
Max (thinking): That was fun, helping Warren. He's pretty cute when he's in full-on geek mode...
*Max takes photo of Warren, goes over to the skeleton, and looks at it*
Max (thinking): Wonder why they don’t use real skeletons.
*Max takes photo of it*
Jefferson: You have to talk to me, Kate.
Kate: Why? It's all over... like me.
Jefferson: Knock off this martyr crap.
Kate: What do you want from me?
Jefferson: I want you to be honest.
Kate: Nobody believes me anyway…
Jefferson: Stop acting so brittle!
Kate: Being on a viral video does that...
Jefferson: Maybe this is your way of getting attention...
Kate: That's really mean, Mr. Jefferson. You just don't get it... Just leave me alone!
*Max walks up*
Kate: So you can't help me?
Jefferson: I'm trying. But you have to understand my position...
*Kate turns and walks away*
Kate: Why? You don't understand mine. Nobody does...nobody...
*Max follows Kate on the way to the outside*
Kate: Stop! Don't come near me! Please, leave me alone. What do you want from me? Just leave me alone!
*Max looks at Jefferson*
Max (thinking): I bet Mr. Jefferson has had to deal with a lot of troubled students.
Max: Sorry to bother you, Mr. Jefferson.
Jefferson: I'm only bothered when you avoid turning in photos. But you know this. So, what can I do for you, Max?
Max: Just between you and me, I'm worried about Kate Marsh.
Jefferson: That's no secret. Word on the street is that you and Kate had a little confrontation with our security chief yesterday.
Max: I stepped in between David Madsen barking all up in Kate's face about something... She doesn't deserve that.
Jefferson: Of course not. Mr. Madsen isn't the most gentle soul. Do you have proof he instigated the situation?
Max: My word isn't good enough? But it good thing took a photo of them.
Jefferson: Let me see that photo after class. You're already thinking like a real photographer. And, Max, I promise this matter is being discussed by the faculty. I assume you know about this viral video.
Max: Everybody knows. That's why I wanted to see you. Kate is freaked out by all of this... She can't do homework while she's being tormented on a daily basis.
Jefferson: What if Kate brought this on herself? She means well, but maybe she doth protest too much... She seems like she's holding back the truth. Have you talked to her?
Max: Yes, I talked to her on the phone today. She needs friends and support now. I just don't want Kate Marsh to be the next Rachel Amber...
Jefferson: Rachel Amber? What does she have to do with Kate?
Max: With all her "Missing Persons" posters around, it's hard not to think of her...
Jefferson: I miss Rachel, too. But think about yourself, Max. Principal Wells told me about what you said happened in the bathroom...
Max: It did happen. Nathan Prescott had a gun in the girls' bathroom yesterday.
Jefferson: This is a serious accusation, Max.
Max: So, you don't believe me? I would never make something like this up.
Jefferson: I hope so, Max. But it's easy to point fingers. If Mr. Madsen claims you might be a pot dealer as he did, should I believe him?
Max: Listen, should I--?
*Jefferson's phone rings*
Jefferson: Excuse me, Max.
*Jefferson answers his phone*
Jefferson: Hello? Yes? Uh...hold on. I have to take this, so just go into class and I'll be there soon. Yes... Mm-hm... Uh-huh... Sure, okay... Listen, I do have a class I have to teach, I have to go... Mm-hmm. Okay, I'll do that... Oh, I know. That makes sense... Huh? Seriously, I have to hang up now... Let's talk about this later... We'll talk later okay? I have to go... Because I can't have this conversation with you right now, okay? Would you please just hang up the phone? Okay.
Dana: Make me beautiful, Hayden.
Taylor: Vogue...vogue...vogue...
Hayden: Dana, you are out of control. Turn left, then right. Show me the love...
Dana: How do I look, Taylor?
Taylor: You look like ass.
*Max looks at the Everyday Heroes Contest poster*
Max (thinking): I guess I’m out of time to turn in a photo for the contest. Irony!
*Max looks at Stella*
Max (thinking): Stella is smart to stay out of all the drama.
*Max looks at Hayden*
Max (thinking): It’s hard not to like Hayden, because… he just doesn’t give a shit.
Hayden: I'm kinda doing something now, Max.
*Max looks at Dana*
Max (thinking): Dana is ready for her 15 minutes of fame.
Dana: No time to talk, Max. Posing in progress.
*Max looks at Taylor*
Max (thinking): I like Taylor’s artistic side, not her personality.
Taylor: No time to talk, Max. Art in progress.
*Max looks at Daniel*
Max (thinking): Daniel is always on the outside looking in…
Max: What's up, Daniel?
Daniel: Waiting to draw Dana after Hayden gets his paparazzi on. I hope you liked the sketch I did of you yesterday...
Max: Love. And it's my new avatar.
Daniel: Excellent. I got tons of "Likes" on FB. Ah, made you blush!
Max: Shut up!
Daniel: Someday your portrait may hang in the Daniel DaCosta wing of the Louvre. We'll talk about it later. You want that portrait now? Seriously? Let’s talk later.
*Max looks at Daniel’s drawing*
Max (thinking): That’s a great sketch of Dana. Daniel is the real deal.
*Max looks at Alyssa*
Max (thinking): Alyssa really lives for her classes…
Alyssa: Not now, Max. I'm contemplating shit.
*Max takes photo of Alyssa*
Max (thinking): This shot of Alyssa framed by the window is a lot more unique than a shot of Dana posing.
Victoria: Do you think Max will be pissed we're sitting at her desk?
Nathan: Oh, I'm sure she'll report us to the principal. Like I give a flying fuck.
Victoria: Or she'll run to Mr. Jefferson. Like he gives a shit.
Nathan: Like anybody does. Max is such a little--
Victoria: Shh! I think she can hear us.
*Max looks at Victoria*
Max (thinking): I feel so awkward after bagging on Victoria yesterday. Even if Victoria ignores me, I’m glad we talked yesterday.
*Max looks at Nathan*
Max (thinking): I can’t believe the Principal lets him stay in school after I told him what happened.
Nathan: Better be quiet, Victoria. We have a master snitch and liar here.
Victoria: And paparazzi. I want that photo, whore. Or I get nasty.
Max: Too late.
Nathan: Oh, burn! Max is so fearless when she has backup.
Victoria: Did you think we were best friends forever or something?
Max: Not at all, Victoria.
Nathan: Max is such an attention-whore.
Max: You would know. Can I sit down now?
*Victoria and Nathan get up*
Victoria: Oh, please do. Take a selfie of this moment.
Nathan: Yeah, Max. So I won't forget you.
Victoria: Plus don't get cocky. This isn't over.
Nathan: In fact, shit's just starting, Max.
Max: Assholes.
*Max sits down at her desk, looks out the window, notices Kate walking along the path with David close by, hiding behind a tree, and he taking photos of her*
Max (thinking): Okay, why is David taking photos of Kate? Now, this is so wrong. And weird...
*Warren enters the classroom and sits down on the edge of Max's desk*
Warren: What up, Max?
Max: Hey, Warren!
Warren: I saw Kate earlier and her eyes were puffy from crying.
Max: Kate has a lot on her plate...
Warren: I didn't know what to say, and she didn't tell me anything...
*The class bell rings and Jefferson enters*
Jefferson: Okay, I know you love me, but if you're not in this class, beat it. Everybody else, please sit down.
Warren: Maybe I'll see you later?
*Warren and Nathan leave as the other students take their seats*
Jefferson: We have a lot to cover today, and so little time, as usual. I see all the usual suspects here... Anybody seen Kate Marsh?
Victoria: I think everybody has seen Kate Marsh by now.
*Taylor laughs*
Alyssa: She's...not feeling good.
Jefferson: Sounds like you're giggling about a video gone viral. Maybe it involves a student or a friend. I wonder how it would feel to have false images of yourself shot out all over the world for people to judge...
*Max receives a text from Chloe and looks*
(Chloe): Max. The boss with the gun. Marry me.
(Max): Illegal in Oregon. For now.
(Chloe): Fuq that shit. Elope.
*Jefferson catches Max on her phone*
Jefferson: No smartphones in class, Max! Put that away.
*Max puts her phone away and looks at Kate’s seat*
Max (thinking): I guess Kate will miss class now… I’m worried about her.
*Max looks at her book*
Max (thinking): It’s cool that Mr. Jefferson published his own little book of photo tips.
*Max looks at her notes*
Max (thinking): My notes are a little sparse.
*Max draws something on her paper*
Jefferson: Usually people need something to judge so they never take a good look at themselves. We can thank reality TV for some of that. In the end, we can only blame ourselves for participating... Speaking of participation, there are a few souls here who have yet to enter a photo in the contest. Like Max Caulfield, for example. Who I know can't wait to enter, right? I'm sure you read the syllabus like it was a Harry Potter book, so you must know today we're studying chiaroscuro; that beautiful word about the contrast between light and dark, the shadowplay that gives photography such...visual power. It's basic yin and yang. Black and white images are effective precisely because of their contrast. Although we don't technically "see" in monochrome--
*Zachary bursts into the classroom*
Zachary: Yo, some crazy shit is going down at the girls' dorm! Check it!
Jefferson: Zachary, do not come into my class like that ever again--
*All the students begin to leave their desks and head outside*
Jefferson: Listen! Everybody remain seated—
*The students leave and the classroom is empty*
Jefferson: Dismissed...

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Evan: Did you see that?
Dana: Is this for real?
Logan: Bitch flipped out!
Courtney: I didn't think she was that messed up...
Dana: Oh, my God!
Zachary: Who is that up there?
Daniel: Oh, no! Is that Kate?
Trevor: I hope not.
Male Student: Holy shit! That chick is right on the ledge!
Dana: If she jumps, she might not die...
Juliet: Yes, she will.
Alyssa: I cannot believe this, Brooke...
Dana: No! No!
Trevor: How long has she been up there?
Evan: Long enough.
Dana: Don't! Come down! Get down!
Brooke: Poor Kate. That fucking viral video.
Daniel: Man, this is so not why I came to Blackwell!
*Max sees Kate on the roof before she jumps*
Max: Kate! No! Oh, God, I have to do something to help her!
*Kate jumps off the roof*
Max (thinking): She can't die. She can't!
*Max rewinds, but she gets an intense headache and her nose begins to bleed*
Max (thinking): Not again...not now...
*Kate jumps off the roof again*
Max (thinking): I have to try something...I won't be able to rewind again and again...
*As Max rewinds again, suddenly everything stops. Everyone and everything but Max is frozen in time*
Max (thinking): Keep...going...Max... You...can...do it...
*Max walks toward the dormitory building, heads up to the roof, and Max makes it to the roof*
Max (thinking): Yes...
*Everything returns to normal speed as time unfreezes. Max attempts to rewind, but groans in pain as she finds she cannot. Hearing Max, Kate turns around to face her*
Kate: What are you doing here, Max?
*Max attempts to rewind again but fails*
Kate: Stop! Don't come near me!
Max (thinking): Not now... It won't work... I don't have any power... Now I have to do this by myself...?
Kate: Max, seriously, don't come near me. I will jump.
Max: Okay, okay. I'm right here. Kate, please...
Kate: Oh, Max, I know you want to help me... I love that you stepped up to David, but it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters.
*Max steps closer to Kate*
Max: Don't worry, Kate, things will get better. I promise. You matter. And not just to me.
Kate: I do want to believe that...
Max: Kate, your life is still yours. And we can get through this together... Let me help. Like I helped by erasing all that crap people wrote on your room slate...
Kate: I'm glad to hear you worry about me... That makes me feel better...
Max: I'll always be here for you, Kate. My new motto is "Friends come first."
Kate: I did feel better talking to you on the phone. I always feel like you really listen.
Max: Kate, please trust me. Come stand by me, okay? I can help you now. I know I can. This morning I erased the weblink to the video... It was written on the shower room mirror...
Kate: Are you serious? Thank you so much! The fact that you don't care about that video and would come up here to stop me means a lot...
Max: I care about you because I believe you were drugged. We will found out who did this and make them pay. Like I said this morning, I think Nathan is involved. I just need time to prove it. And I have a way with time...
Kate: You sound so persuasive, Max... If only...
*Max steps closer to Kate*
Max: Kate, I believe you. Will you believe me? Please...you don't have to do this...
Kate: Max, I'm in a nightmare and I can't wake up...unless I put myself to sleep. Then everybody at Blackwell can post pics of my body; I'm already on the internet forever. No wonder they call it a "web"; nothing can ever get out. Like my video... I wish I could go back in time and erase everything...
Max: Kate, there are billions of videos out there. Yours will fade away like white noise.
Kate: Oh, God. Please, Max. You haven't seen the looks I get...or the laughs.
Max: I understand, truly. I get bullied, too! But this is a blip...
Kate: Yep, my life is a blip. Blackwell taught me I'm worthless. I'll prove it right now...
*Kate takes a step back*
Max: Nobody cares, Kate. There'll be another viral Victoria video in a day and everybody will forget.
Kate: You can't scrub my video from the internet...and that's how I'll be remembered. Unless I jump...
*Kate takes another step back*
Max: Kate! You can't do this to all the people who care about you! Kate, this is our chance to beat the bullies. That's the only way we can win against them.
Kate: Can we really, Max? I don't believe in miracles anymore either.
Max: Now I do. You're part of the reason why. If you come down with me, I can tell you more...
Kate: You're such a good person, Max. Even if you're full of crap. But I'll come with you...you're my friend.
*Max steps closer to Kate*
Max: Forever. Can we hug on it?
Kate: No...nobody cares about me...nobody...
Max: Wait, Kate, think about your brothers. They need their sister...
Kate: You don't know me at all, Max. I told you I only have sisters. You never listen, because you don't give a damn! You will now!
*Kate takes another step back*
Max: What about your mother, Kate? You'll destroy her. She doesn't care about a video. She loves you.
Kate: You don't know my mother. At all. She already thinks Satan has me on the fast-track to Hell. Let's prove it...
*Kate takes another step back.
Max: No! Kate, please stop... Listen... Kate, I saw that card from your father. You can count on him; he clearly loves you without question.
Kate: Dad does care...even though I hurt him... He's the only one I know who believes in me...
Max: I saw that cute photo of you with your sisters in your room this morning. I can see how much your little sister loves you by her smile.
Kate: That's Lynn...she's only ten... She does have the best smile ever... I would hate to see her sad...
Max: This isn't the end, Kate. There's no way God doesn't have big plans for you here...
Kate: Nice try, Max. But God put me on this roof.
Max: Suicide is a sin, isn't it? If you believe in hell...you might end up there. I don't want that to happen.
Kate: What difference does it make? I'm already in hell anyway...
*Kate takes another step back*
Max: How does that Proverb go? "When justice is done, it brings joy to the righteous, but terror to the evildoers..."
Kate: I don't believe in justice, Max. I don't believe in anything anymore...
*Kate takes another step back*
Max: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest..."
Kate: "Matthew 11:28"... I can't believe you quoted one of my favorite passages...
Max: Like I said, I care about you. I know this passage means a lot to you.
*Max reaches out to Kate, Kate takes her hand, and Max guides her to safety*
Kate: I'm sorry...sorry...
Max: What are you talking about? You saved me from talking in class.
*The two girls hug each other*

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*Principal Wells standing behind his desk and is facing the window, he turns to face the others in the room, Max is seated in front of the desk, Mr. Jefferson stands next to her on her left, Nathan is seated to her right, and David is standing next to Nathan on his right*
Principal Wells: Now, I know today was difficult for everybody, but I'm so proud of the way Blackwell pulled together to save a young girl's life. Of course, you're quite the hero for getting Kate to come down, Max.
Max: I didn't do much...
Jefferson: She's modest. Like a real hero.
David: Yeah. "Real hero."
Principal Wells: As principal of Blackwell Academy, I take my duties seriously. I take the well-being of every student more seriously. What happened today should never happen in a hall of wisdom and knowledge. Mr. Madsen, as our head of security here, those roof doors should always be locked. That's just standard operating procedure. They were not. And that is indeed your responsibility. Mr. Jefferson, I know you can't be expected to know what your students are going through, but Kate has assisted you in class, so you should've known something was amiss. Mr. Prescott, since you are responsible for the Vortex Club parties, and since Miss Marsh did attend your last party, you'll have to answer some more questions. Miss Caulfield, why exactly were you on the roof with Kate Marsh? Did she tell you her plan? Or anything at all? Please, tell us everything.
Max: All I know is that Kate was at a party and Nathan dosed her. She got wasted and kissed some boys on a viral video without a clue.
Nathan: I dosed her? Without a clue? Have you seen the video? Whatever. Kate was loaded and playing the field—
Max: You're a liar. You told Kate you took her to the emergency room!
Nathan: I said I was going to take her to the ER. She sobered up eventually.
Max: Bullshit! Something happened to her, and you know it. How about we talk about you waving a gun in the girls' bathroom—
Nathan: Hey, that's total slander! I could sue you and this school so fast!... I already have a personal lawyer.
Principal Wells: Careful, Mr. Prescott. I have been told of this alleged gun incident. And I have to admit that the video in question was sent to me by multiple sources.
David: Including me.
Principal Wells: And since Mr Prescott does appear prominently in the video and was responsible for the party, I have no choice but to suspend him until further notice.
Nathan: Whatever. See you in court.
Max: I saw Mr. Jefferson talking to Kate right before our class... then she ran off crying...
Principal Wells: Mark, I do know that Miss Marsh has assisted you on class events.
Jefferson: Kate... Miss Marsh... has been very withdrawn lately. And I assume this awful video was the cause. I hated seeing the students laugh at her.
Jefferson: She told me Max was the only one who believed her, would take her calls and actually listen to her.
Nathan: She shouldn't have asked to be on video macking with some dudes...
Max: You ass. She didn't ask for any of this...
Jefferson: No, on the contrary. Max was right to bring this up. Now, I wanted to help, but I guess I was too late...
Principal Wells: Well now, this is problematic. The publicity is rising and perhaps... you shouldn't represent Blackwell at the "Everyday Heroes" contest in San Francisco...
Jefferson: Are you serious?
Principal Wells: I am. We don't need any negative press about that event. And we need to involve the Academy in possible disciplinarian measures for you.
Jefferson: I understand. There are bigger things at stake than me. The life of a young girl for one...
*David scoffs*
Jefferson: Maybe you should investigate other staff members? Max told me she knew things about Mr. Madsen...
Principal Wells: Let Max speak for herself. Everything we talked about here will be looked into.
Max: Mr. Madsen was bullying Kate.
David: Oh, grow up...
Max: Excuse me, I was there! I saw you getting in her face!
David: You have no idea what you saw. Kate Marsh was involved with a bad crowd. I was trying to find out who...
Nathan: Kate had a double life. I was super shocked when I found out.
Max: No, you were part of the crowd. And like I said, I personally saw David physically harass Kate Marsh.
David: You lying little...
*Principal Wells silences David*
David: Are you going to take this junkie's word over your security officer? I know she smokes and deals... marijuana.
Max: What? That has nothing to do with Kate!
*Max puts the photo on the desk*
Max: Here's a photo I took of David and Kate yesterday.
David: That's not—not proof.
Principal Wells: Hold on, this isn't a courtroom. But I feel it would be in the best interest of Blackwell and this situation to put you on temporary leave... We will continue this conversation later. Hopefully with Miss Marsh when she's out of the hospital.
David: Are you fucking kidding me? This is major bullshit! I led troops into battle and you're letting this punk lead you?
Principal Wells: No. I am sorry, David...
Jefferson: Excuse me, I think Max and Nathan need a break before we grill them further. A friend and student just tried to kill herself... They don't need this forum right now.
Nathan: Yes, I'm kinda devastated right now. I'd like to be with my family.
*Principal Wells slides a document toward Max*
Principal Wells: All right, Miss Caulfield, please sign here to confirm what you've told us. I'll continue this investigation from there.
Max (thinking): My head is killing me, but I think I can use my power again.
*Max signs the statement*
Principal Wells: Well, I think we know less now than when we started. We'll be assisting the police with further inquiries. I know this has been a stressful day... I wish I had the power to change it all for the better... So, thank you for coming in.
*Everyone but Principal Wells leaves the office*

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*Max and Warren sit together on the Main Campus at sunset*
Max: I couldn't even believe it was happening. It was literally slow motion as I grabbed her hand...and then I could feel her grabbing mine...
Warren: Max, that was the greatest thing I've ever seen! Ever! You reached out, she reached out...hugs, tears, applause! Like a superhero!
Max: Not quite. Look at me, I'm a mess.
Warren: You're glowing. Seriously! A human halo. I'm pretty sure you earned your wings today.
Max: I'm still worried about Kate. She did try to kill herself. All over a video...
Warren: "Viral" is the right word. Like a disease.
Max: So, you watched it?
Warren: Just one...and a half times...
Max: Warren, I don't mean to sound weird, but there's something ominous going on at Blackwell...
Warren: Today proves that.
Max: And I'm working on proof that Kate Marsh is connected to Rachel Amber...somehow. Along with Nathan and Mr. Madsen.
Warren: I'm not a big conspiracy guy, but I wouldn't doubt it. Nathan did scare me yesterday and Madsen is a straight-up dickhead. So...what do you think is really happening?
Max: What the hell is this...?
*Max and Warren look at the sky and the setting sun is suddenly eclipsed*
Max: The weather confirms this weird day... Feel that chill...
Warren: Max, there was no eclipse scheduled today... I would know. I would.
*Max rubs her arms, feeling cold, Warren moves closer, and wraps his arms around her*
Max: I believe you, Warren... I'll believe anything this week...

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David and Joyce hold hands in the backyard of their house, talking. Joyce hugs David.

Principal Wells argues with Jefferson in his car. Jefferson drives away.

Victoria is crying on her bed, her face buried in her hands. Nathan opens the door.

Frank sits on a rock at the beach, petting his dog next to him. Rachel comes out of the RV to sit next to Frank.

Kate wakes up in the hospital, surrounded by "get well" balloons.

The young woman with a red streak is sitting down in Chloe’s and Rachel’s hideout in the junkyard looking around.

Chloe sits alone on the bench at the lighthouse cliff. She's smoking and holding her cellphone in her hand, waiting for Max to reply to her messages.
(Chloe): Sorry about Kate. I hope you're ok. This eclipse freaks me out...
(Max): Let's find out what's going on! Together!

A row of red binders are shown. The binders have various female names written on them. The last one in the row says "KATE," lies on a table. Next to it is a photograph of Kate on a piece of paper with writing all over it. Other than the name "Kate Marsh," the writing on this paper is illegible. A pen, X-ACTO knife, tube of glue, two containers of prescription pills, and a half-full glass of alcohol are also placed on the table.

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*It is nighttime at Blackwell Academy. Max is in her room; she has fallen asleep at her desk. Max’s phone goes off and it wakes her up*
Max: Kate!
*Max leans over and unlocks her phone to look at Chloe’s text*
(Chloe): I have something to show you. Meet me in front of campus. Get dat ass in gear NOW.
Max: I knew Chloe would be all over this... So I better get moving.
*Max puts her phone in her pocket and gets up from her desk*
Max (thinking): I still can't stop thinking about Kate... I did save her, but it like I'm awake in a bad dream...
*Max looks at Lisa*
Max (thinking): First, I save Chloe, then Kate, and now you Lisa. Not a bad record for a week.
*Max looks at Alice*
Max (thinking): Hey Alice, Kate will be back soon and until then I'll be catering to your every whim.
*Max grabs a carrot and gives it to Alice*
Max: (thinking) Are you a hungry bunny? Here, nosh on this...
*Max turns her light on and looks out the window*
Max (thinking): There's been so much going on I almost forgot about the eclipse... All this atmospheric action can't be a coincidence... and all roads are leading to my tornado vision...
*Max looks at her laptop*
Max (thinking): How did Sherlock Holmes deduce anything without the internet?
*Max turns her laptop on and looks at the Arcadia Bay Online News website*
Max (thinking): Glad the media doesn't waste a second exploiting Kate. Now she has another video of herself all over the web... and even I'm in this one. At least the news didn't mention my name... yet.
*Max looks at the Arcadia Bay Police Department Missing Person List*
Max (thinking): Hmmm. Besides Rachel, it's been awhile since anybody vanished from Arcadia Bay... I shouldn't sound so disappointed.
*Max looks at Kate’s Facebook page*
Max (thinking): Yes, now everybody loves Kate Marsh. They bullied her and now post their feels. Hypocrites. I just hope these people treat her better when she comes back to school... if she does.
*Max looks at the Facebook page titled “SUPPORT MR. JEFFERSON!”*
*Max (thinking): Man, I really turned a molehill into a mountain... I feel bad for Mr. Jefferson about this...
*Max looks at the Facebook page titled “FIRE DAVID MADSEN!”*
Max (thinking): Now David will get a taste of public surveillance.
*Max looks at her Facebook page*
Max (thinking): Either I delete my page or I block everybody. Nowhere to hide these days.
*Max turns her laptop back off*
Max (thinking): Everybody will be talking about Kate now. Blackwell might as well shut down for the next month.
*Max opens a drawer and looks at a class photo*
Max (thinking): It's amazing how happy Kate looks here compared to today... She was basically pushed up to that roof. And I will use my power to find out why. This has to end.
*Max closes the drawer and looks at her CD Player*
Max (thinking): You know you're hurting when you don't give a shit about music.
*Max looks at her bed*
Max (thinking): Jeebas, I am so fricking tired... I sound like a moron... But crime does not delay... I need to stay on top of this investigation...
*Max looks at her mirror*
Max (thinking): Kate's okay, Max. Take a breath, get your shit together. You have time.
*Max looks at her class schedule*
Max (thinking): Pretty hard to focus on my class schedule this week... I wonder why.
*Max leaves her room, closes the door, and notices all the lights are turned off*
Max: (thinking) Okay, this is scary dark. Let there be...
*Max turns on the flashlight on her phone and looks at her whiteboard*
Max (thinking): I hope you burn bright again soon, Kate.
*Max looks at a Missing Person Poster*
Max (thinking): Where the hell are you, Rachel Amber?
*Max looks at Brooke's whiteboard and then Victoria’s whiteboard*
Max (thinking): That's a depressing thought. And it's always about Victoria...
*Max looks at Kate’s whiteboard*
Max (thinking): So much hypocrite.
*Max looks at the tape on Kate’s door*
Max (thinking): Do they really need that crap on the door? Kate's still alive...
*Max looks at the “End Of The World” poster*
Max (thinking): The end of the world might be coming before your party.
*Max looks at another Missing Person poster*
Max (thinking): I feel like you're guiding us along... but where?
*Max looks at yet another Missing Person poster*
Max (thinking): Yes, I'm going to find you, Rachel... For Chloe and Kate.
*Max looks at the “Enter the Vortex Club” poster*
Max (thinking): I bet you'll like it's 1999, assholes.
*Max looks at the erased link on the mirror in the Showers*
Max (thinking): I hope Victoria feels particularly shitty about posting that link.
*Max looks at the Sex poster in the Showers*
Max (thinking): Kate probably won't want to look at these posters when she comes back...
*Max puts her phone back in her pocket and notices Taylor brushing her teeth*
Taylor: Hey, Max... I saw you go up on the roof and save Kate... I can't believe she tried to jump...
Max: I can. I'm just so glad she didn't. Are you okay?
Taylor: I'm just, like, shocked. I've never seen anybody try to kill themselves before...
Max: Me neither. I didn't think you'd be so upset considering how much shit you and Victoria gave Kate...
Taylor: I'm my own person, not Victoria's bitch. Hello, like, she's freaking too. She already broke curfew tonight. Shit, I'm not supposed to tell anybody…
Max: I won't say a word. I swear to Dog. Where did she go?
Taylor: I know I can trust you since you were so nice asking about my mom in the hospital, but Victoria will, like, make my life hell if I blab, okay?
Max: I'm my own person, too. I do hope your mother gets better. Let me know if you need anything.
Taylor: Thanks... You're, like, weird but pretty cool, Max. Especially after watching you go up on that roof. Victoria is wrong about you. Now I have to be alone for my nightly anxiety attack. Talk to you later...
*Max rewinds*
Taylor: Hey, Max... I saw you go up on the roof and save Kate... I can't believe she tried to jump...
Max: I know... Victoria must be upset since I saw her sneaking out of the dorm past curfew...
Taylor: Oh, man, like, you saw her? She was so, like, nervous when she left the dorm. She wouldn't even tell me where she was going.
Max: Probably to hell. Well, I have to go crash. It's been a rough day, as you know.
Taylor: Thanks, Max... And it was, like, pretty awesome when you went up to the roof to save Kate. Victoria was wrong about you. Now I have to be alone for my nightly anxiety attack. Talk to you later.
*Max leaves the bathrooms and looks at Taylor*
Max (thinking): Jeez, Taylor actually seems concerned about Kate...
*Max looks at Dana’s Whiteboard*
Max (thinking): Dana's really hurting from this.
*Dana notices Max*
Dana: Hey, can you come in here for a minute.
Max: Yea, I sure can.
*Max enters Dana's room and looks at Dana*
Max (thinking): Dana looks guilty and relieved about Kate... She really does care.
Max: Hey, Dana... How are you doing?
Dana: Better than Kate... I just can't believe she would even attempt suicide...
Max: I knew she was depressed, but...I had no idea how bad...
Dana: Must be serious to throw yourself off the roof...
Max: Kate was serious. But it's not all about that video... Plus why do you think she was on the roof in the first place?
Dana: Maybe Kate was so ashamed she got wasted on that video... I don't blame her, but it was pretty gross.
Max: Come on! You really believe that Kate Marsh wanted to get drunk at a Vortex Club party? Plus, don't blame yourself. There are other people involved. Like Victoria Chase.
Dana: She definitely deserves a face-punch for pimping that video. I didn't do enough to step up!
Max: Now it's time for serious payback. In other words, revenge. Despite being Victoria's fault. It could have been all our fault for what happened...
Dana: True...but you're the only one who went up to that roof with Kate.
Max: I was lucky, that's all.
Dana: No girl, that was not luck. You made a choice to save her—like a superhero!
Max: Then maybe it's time to catch the bad guys...
Dana: So what exactly are you saying, Max? You think this has something to do with Nathan being expelled? I know Jefferson got reamed by the Principal... Do you think they're involved? Is David Madsen involved? He finally got his ass busted too.
Max: I'm not sure yet, but I'm on it. Weird shit is going down at Blackwell, and I'm going to find out why.
Dana: I'm getting scared now... But people here are still sneaking out tonight...
Max: What? Like who?
Dana: Victoria bounced out of here earlier and now you, Sherlock?
Max: Not me. I need a break from today... Get some sleep too, Dana. I'll see you later.
*Max looks at the Halloween stuff that Dana got*
Max (thinking): That is so damn cute how much Dana is into this Halloween party.
*Max looks at the Vortex Club sticker*
Max (thinking): Yes, the Vortex Club does indeed suck.
*Max looks at Dana's laptop*
Max (thinking): Dana clearly doesn't mind if I peruse her laptop...
*Max turns Dana's laptop on and notices her email from Trevor*
Max (thinking): Awww, Trevor is a sweetie. Good for Dana.
*Max notices a email from Juliet*
Max (thinking): If Dana talks to Juliet about this... She's going to wish she didn't.
*Max turns Dana laptop back off and goes back to the hallway*
Max (thinking): Victoria isn't here... Maybe I'll just wait and bide my time...going through her shit.
*Max enters Victoria's room*
Max (thinking): Since I've crossed the line from snoop to detective, I might as well search for clues about what really happened to Kate at the Vortex Club party.
*Max looks at some magazines that Victoria has sitting on a table*
Max (thinking): Victoria is about as "street"... as me. But she really appreciates style.
*Max looks at a essay that Victoria got her in her backpack*
Max (thinking): A "unique point of view" is right. Thanks to Country Wagner ghostwriting this paper.
*Max looks at a Vortex Club sticker*
Max (thinking): First Rachel and now Kate... This is the end of the Vortex Club.
*Max looks at Victoria's laptop*
Max (thinking): There has to be some dirt in here on Victoria...
*Max turns Victoria's laptop on and looks at her email to Taylor*
Max (thinking): Well, well. Victoria and Taylor actually show remorse...
*Max turns Victoria's laptop off, notices her photo of Victoria covered in paint and it being crumbled up*
Max (thinking): Victoria must have her own power if she found time to steal this from my room... Good job.
*Max looks at Victoria's trash can and notices a receipt from Arcadia Bay Cleaners*
Max (thinking): That's a lot of bank just to clean paint from a sweater...
*Max notices a empty box for Blue Berry Glow in the Dark figure*
Max (thinking): Victoria's secret? She's a geek.
*Max takes a photo of Victoria's Blue Berry Glow in the Dark figure*
*Max opens Victoria's drawer and notices a photo of Victoria and Nathan*
Max (thinking): Here they are getting loaded with Satan...
*Max closes the drawer, looks at Victoria's desk, and notices a photo of Victoria and everyone at the Vortex Club Party*
Max (thinking): I'll title this one, "Portrait de la Assholes."
*Max notices a photo of Kate being high with Victoria and a few other people noticing at the Vortex Club Party*
Max (thinking): Whoa, there's Kate, totally high. She looks confused, not like she's partying.
*Max grabs the photo and puts it in her bag*
Max (thinking): Saving this, so I could use it for evidence. Just in case, I get questioned by the police or by Principal Wells again.
*Max opens another drawer and notices the socks that Victoria got*
Max (thinking): These socks cost more than my wardrobe.
*Max closes the drawer*
Max (thinking): Nothing to see here... I guess I shouldn't be so bummed. Not that Victoria couldn't hide her shit... Man, I'm getting paranoid.
*Max looks at Juliet's whiteboard, looks at Stella's whiteboard, looks at Taylor's whiteboard, and leaves the dorms*

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*Max makes it outside*
Max (thinking): So Chloe is waiting for me in front of the main hall.
*Max notices all the Fireflies*
Max (thinking): Ah, the most magical insects... Burn bright.
*Max looks at the squirrel hopping at all the Fireflies*
Max (thinking): Hello little friend, care to join me?
*Max grabs her camera*
Max (thinking): Look at the lens and say "Nut!"
*Max takes photo of the squirrel*
Max (thinking): Gotcha!
*The squirrel runs away from Max and Max goes inside Samuel's workspace*
Max (thinking): Oh, it's unlocked! I hope Samuel isn't around...
*Max looks at a Magazine that Samuel has in his workspace*
Max (thinking): Who knew Samuel was so into runaway fashion?
*Max looks inside a drawer*
Max (thinking): Nuts and bolts... like my grandpa's garage.
*Max closes the drawer and looks at a toolbox*
Max (thinking): Nothing but tools...
*Max looks inside a box*
Max (thinking): Nothing here.
*Max's phone buzzes and she looks at it*
(Chloe): max???
*Max puts her phone back away, goes over to the Tobanga, and looks at it*
Max (thinking): The Tobanga does look pretty scary at night... Please don't destroy me.
*Max looks at a broken light post*
Max (thinking): Maybe Samuel should fix that lamp...
*Max sits down at a bench*
Max (thinking): I feel so giddy even after Kate almost jumped. Maybe it's the leftover adrenaline... But I feel kind of invincible now.
*Max looks at the broken window covered by a cardboard*
Max (thinking): Everywhere I go I can see how I'm altering history... big and small.
*Max goes over to where Principal Wells is*
Max (thinking): Principal Wells... Are you serious? I'm toast if he sees me...
*Max gets spotted by Principal Wells*
Principal Wells: Miss Caulfield, you have to be stealthier than that. You are not supposed to be outside your dormitory at this hour. You know that.
Max: I'm sorry, Principal Wells... I'm still tense after I thought Kate was going to jump today...
Principal Wells: No... no explanation. Seeing Kate come up on that roof... then seeing her come down with you... You saved her ass. Pff, maybe saved Blackwell. Now don't get cocky. Go on back inside. You earned good dreams.
Max (thinking): Great. So how do I get past him to meet Chloe?
*Max rewinds, Principal Wells trying to unlock the door, and Max sneaks past Principal Wells before he turns around*
Max (thinking): Max the Ninja strikes again!
*Principal Wells gives up*
Principal Wells: Ah, fuck it! I'm sitting my ass down. Nobody can expel me! Not yet, anyway... What a day... Blackwell almost lost another student... Wish Kate Marsh would just skip town... Now I have to deal with more pissed off entitled parents who want to blame me for their mistakes... Cheers.
*Max heads to main campus*

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*Max walks along the path at the Main Campus and Chloe jumps out at Max
Chloe: BOO-YAH!
*Max clutches her chest, looking shocked*
Chloe: Get it? BOO-yah? Like I'm a scary punk ghost...
Max: More like a scary punk asshole. Hey, Chloe, I didn't exactly have the greatest day trying to keep my friend from jumping off the roof. I don't think I need you to prank me tonight, 'kay?
Chloe: Sorry, but you absolutely, balls-to-the-walls did save your friend!
Max: Kate saved herself. I couldn't even use my power...my head felt like it was being crushed...then I had NO clue what to say to her on that roof...
Chloe: Don't be so modest, rock star. Kate is alive because of YOU. You obviously said the right thing. And your badass power is gonna save us all! We just...need to connect the players.
Max: And find out who almost killed Kate. We have to stop this from happening to anybody else.
Chloe: Oh, yeah, and somehow stop that tornado from wiping out Arcadia Bay...right?
Max: Please don't joke about this, Chloe. Not right now.
Chloe: Max, I'm not laughing at you. My old counselor told me that my sarcasm was a way of "avoidance." That's why he's my ex-counselor.
Max: But seriously. I do hope so, Chloe...but how? Snow and eclipse are bad omens.
Chloe: This whole town is a bad omen. And notice that Blackwell seems to be ground zero?
Max: Also didn't you say that it was all about "Chaos Theory"? I don't see any control over this chaos...
Chloe: Oh, right, except for your ability to--oh, yeah--manipulate time and space. No biggie.
Max: Chloe, I just feel weird about some of my decisions... Especially after I just got Nathan suspended, after getting your step-bully suspended, and after getting Mr. Jefferson in trouble...
Chloe: Dude, do not even torture yourself like that. Let's focus on looking for clues, okay?
Max: Right. For one thing, there's too much coincidence between the people around Kate and Rachel.
Chloe: Like step-prick and Nathan Prescott?
Max: Not just them.
Chloe: Yep... I just wanna beat the shit outta those particular bros...
Max: Of course. They're both sociopaths.
Chloe: More like psychopaths. At least David doesn't try to beat down women like Nathan...
Max: We need to find out more about who Rachel was involved with around here.
Chloe: She was able to blend in with everybody. Even with people I hated.
Max: And even though I don't know her, it feels like Rachel is guiding us to the truth...
Chloe: Fuck the truth, I just wanna find my friend right now... It scares me to think where she could be... Do you think she's...?
Max: Dead? I'm sorry. I hate even saying that, Chloe.
Chloe: Not as much as I hate thinking it.
Max: Then again. She could be alive? I HAVE to think that, Chloe. Her spirit is SO powerful here...
Chloe: Maybe too much power...
Max: Maybe she could be kicking it in Los Angeles right now. That would be the best-case scenario...
Chloe: She wouldn't leave without me, okay? And how often do missing girls turn up?
Max: True, but who knows she could be in LA and just decided to not come get you before going to LA.
Chloe: That would piss me off if she did. So, hopefully she still in Arcadia Bay instead of being in LA right now. But seriously. Max, we have to find Rachel soon. We have to...
Max: I promise you we will. Like you said, it's time to start the search for clues. Now tell me, what's your secret?
Chloe: Drum roll, please...
*Chloe holds up a pair of keys*
Chloe: I present the spare keys to Blackwell. Thank you, step-prick.
Max: You are such a boss, Chloe! I just...don't want you to get into any more trouble...
Chloe: Look at all the trouble dropping in Arcadia Bay. At this point, who gives a fuck anymore? We're in it to win it, Max. Lead the way...
*Max and Chloe begin walking toward the school building*
Max: I'm so glad you're my partner in crime...
Chloe: As long as you're my partner in time.
Max: Insert groan here...
Victoria: Thank you again SO much for helping me put together a portfolio.
*Max and Chloe hear Victoria and hide behind one of the boards on the main campus displaying Jefferson's photos*
Jefferson: Hopefully, the rest of the class will follow your lead. I'm sorry I was...distracted. As you know, it's not been a good day for Blackwell.
Victoria: I know this has been an awful day and you can talk to me anytime, Mr. Jefferson.
Jefferson: Thank you, Victoria. I'm glad it had a relatively happy ending.
Victoria: I don't know what I would've done if Katie jumped...
Jefferson: "Katie"? I...had no idea you two were that close. Did she...?
Victoria: Well...how does this affect the Everyday Heroes contest?
Jefferson: The contest will go on, I just won't be representing Blackwell at the event this year thanks to Max, who claims I enabled Kate Marsh's trouble by merely listening to her.
Victoria: I'll give you a one-word sneak preview of Max's photo: selfie. Listen...you've seen my entry, you know it's better than that. Wouldn't that be SO cool to hang out together in San Francisco, Mark?
Jefferson: Stick to Mr. Jefferson, Victoria. I won't be going to San Francisco, remember?
*Jefferson starts to leave, but Victoria grabs his arm and stops him*
Victoria: You already love my work, so it's not like you're playing favorites. Just imagine if you picked my photo, though...we would have to spend a LOT of time together... That could be...fun, don't you think?
Jefferson: I'm going to think that you didn't say any of that.
Victoria: You might as well choose me...otherwise I might have to tell people you offered to choose my photo for favors or something...
Jefferson: As a favor to your future, I'll also ignore that undisguised threat. This conversation is officially over, Miss Chase. I suggest you go back to your dorm now.
Victoria: Wait!
*Jefferson starts to leave; Victoria reaches for his arm, but he continues walking away*
Victoria: I only...
*Victoria holds her head in disappointment*
Victoria: Are you fucking kidding me?
*Victoria walks past Max and Chloe on her way back to her dorm, but doesn't notice them*
Victoria: So stupid...
Max: Just when I think Victoria can't get ANY more evil...
Chloe: Shit is about to get real at Blackwell...
Max: Let's go find out.
*Max grabs Chloe's hand, they leave their hiding spot, Chloe opens the door to the Blackwell hallway, and they both enter*

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*Max and Chloe enter the hallway and Max turns on the flashlight on her phone*
Max: Chloe the Keymaster.
Chloe: You know it.
Max: Dude, I don't know about this...we're both already in SO much trouble...
Chloe: Not to mention the weed you brought into my room. Joking.
Max: I'm serious. We're not kids anymore. We're breaking and entering...
Chloe: If I have a key, how can it be breaking? They can't charge us for just entering!
Max: I'm serious. We could go to jail...
Chloe: Not if I'm related to the head of Blackwell security. Step-shit will not want me in the hands of the local police... Plus, Blackwell's ex-head of security is at home crying in his basement bunker... So we better find out what's in the principal's office first. You can rewind if we get caught, right? You have mad powers, Max.
*Chloe begins unlocking the door*
Max: But my powers didn't save Kate... Maybe I did on my own...
*Chloe unlocks the door and enters the room inside*
Chloe: Come on. One more door and our work here is done.
*Max follows Chloe into the room and Chloe is attempting to unlock the second door*
Chloe: That's it!
*Chloe looks down at the keys in her hand*
Chloe: What the fuck? The security officer should have the key to the principal's office!
Max: He's hiding shit. Like EVERYBODY here.
Chloe: Well, now we definitely have to get this door open. Believe it or not, I know a little about lock-picking...thanks to Frank.
*Chloe crouches down near the door*
Chloe: I might as well test out my thief skill...
*Chloe begins attempting to pick the lock on the door*
Max: Go for it. We're already in this deep...
*Chloe turns toward Max*
Chloe: Well, you could look for the key...just in case.
Max: Why, yes, I could...
*Max looks at email print out from Ms. Grant to David*
Max (thinking): There's no way David would get in Ms. Grant's face. She'd shut his ass down fast.
*Max looks a hat sitting on a stand*
Max (thinking): Only a total phony would wear a crappy hat like that.
*Max looks at where all the keys*
Max (thinking): Here are the keys! None for the Principal's office.
*Max opens a drawer, sees nothing, and closes it*
Max (thinking): Nothing to see here.
*Max opens another drawer, sees nothing, and closes it*
Max (thinking): Desolation.
*Max notices a box, looks inside, and notices a book*
Max (thinking): Squirrels likes nuts... does that mean Samuel is...? Nah.
*Max looks at the desk and sees nothing*
Max (thinking): No keys here.
*Max opens another drawer, sees nothing, and closes it*
Max (thinking): Nothing here...
*Max opens another drawer, sees nothing, and closes it*
Max (thinking): Dead end...
*Max opens another drawer, sees nothing, and closes it*
Max (thinking): Crap.
*Max opens another drawer, sees nothing, and closes it*
Max (thinking): Boring.
Max: No key for thee... We have to find another way in.
Chloe: Guess I didn't spend enough time with Frank... But I'll use my DIY lock-pick tools while you come up with a better plan.
Max: My plan has a name...
*Max calls Warren on her cell phone*
Max: Hey, Warren, you busy?
*Warren speaks inaudibly*
Max: Just bubble-hearth, you'll be okay. Listen, I need your physics expertise, stat. Without naming names, if somebody had access to the art and science labs and wanted to construct a device that would, say, open a locked door, would you maybe kinda know how?
*Warren speaks inaudibly*
Max: Huh? No...I'm just asking for fun.
*Warren speaks inaudibly*
Max: Thanks, Science Guy.
*Warren speaks inaudibly*
Max: Uh, n-no, no, no, stay. We need you as backup. Just send the text instructions NOW.
*Warren speaks inaudibly*
Max: I'm sorry, I'm just not sure about a movie night right now. Don't hate me... And thanks for the help.
*Max hangs up*
Chloe: This sucks ass! Goddamn door!
*punches the door*
Max: Try not to wake up everybody at Blackwell!
Chloe: Sorry, Max, I got nothin'. What about your plan?
Max: I'm gonna go put it together. Can you stay here and not get caught?
Chloe: I might get on the other side of that door before you, Lupin.
Max: The race is ON. See you soon.
*Max receives a text message from Warren with instructions and she looks at it*
(Warren): Now pay attention, 007. You have to find FOUR objects:
1. SUGAR
2. A SODA CAN
3. DUCT TAPE
4. SODIUM CHLORATE.
(Warren): Here's how you'll do it:
*Warren sends a photo of how to make the bomb*
(Warren): Any questions?
(Max): Sodium chlor-WTF?
(Warren): It's just a powder used to create chlorine dioxide.
(Max): Shit, EVERYBODY knows that.
(Warren): So are you really going to try this?
(Max): Key word is "try." I bow to your wisdom.
*Max puts her phone away and leaves the room to gather the four objects*
Max: (thinking) Warren is such a classic nerd. Let's see if I can find those items...
*Max looks at the big End of the World poster*
Max (thinking): So you can almost shoot somebody on Monday and party on Friday? Prescott Power.
*Max looks at a Rachel Amber missing person poster*
Max (thinking): Oh Rachel, I know you and Kate are connected by all this...
*Max looks at all the trophies that Blackwell got*
Max (thinking): No trophy will help Blackwell's reputation now...
*Max looks at a "Enter the Vortex Club" poster that says "Flush the Vortex Club" and a few other things*
Max (thinking): Maybe Kate started a revolution...
*Max looks at the women's bathroom door*
Max (thinking): A long time ago, in a girls' room right here...
*Max looks at another Rachel Amber missing person poster*
Max (thinking): Where the hell are you, Rachel Amber?
*Max looks at the big End of the World poster tape to a table*
Max (thinking): First Rachel and now Kate... This is the end of the Vortex Club.
*Max approaches the vending machine, she inserts a coin, and presses the button for soda*
Max (thinking): Release the kra-can!
*The soda can falls to the bottom slot and Max takes it*
Max (thinking): It's all mine anyway... Now I only got three more items to go!
*Max rewinds and thinks about getting every can with just one coin*
Max (thinking): So I can use my power to get every can here with only one coin... Hmm. I see the possibilities. But I shouldn't go to the dark side, young Max... Plus where would all put all the cans? Could always get that box that I saw that book in and put all the cans in there and then take them back to my dorms after finishing up with Chloe tonight. But I shouldn't do it. I'm no rebel like Chloe is. Plus, I don't want anyone finding out that all the soda cans in this machine is gone because I took all of them with just one coin. I'm already breaking rules by breaking and entering into this school with Chloe despite what Chloe said. So, not going to get anymore cans with this one coin.
*Max looks at yet another Rachel Amber missing person poster*
Max (thinking): Yes, I am going to find you, Rachel... For Chloe and Kate.
*Max looks at another big "End of the World" poster*
Max (thinking): Your party days are over.
*Max looks at Kate's locker*
Max (thinking): So glad that you still have your locker, Kate.
*Max enters the Science Lab*
Max (thinking): Gross, I HATE that formalin smell...
*Max takes the box of sugar from the end of Ms. Grant's desk*
Max (thinking): Ooh, sugar. You're halfway home, Max!
*Max's phone buzzes and she looks at it*
(Warren): You still there?
(Warren): Did you blow up?
(Warren): Max?
(Max): Still here, didn't blow up, not yet. I need to concentrate now, TTYL.
*Max puts her phone back away, notices graded papers on Ms. Grant's desk, Max notices Warren's exam grade, and notices it is a A-*
Max (thinking): An "A-"? All right, all right, so Dr. Max did help Warren this morning!
*Max adds a line upwards*
Max (thinking): You deserve way more than this for taking on Nathan, but...every little grade counts...
*Max looks at the new "plus"*
Max (thinking): Yes, I like this "plus" better then that "minus". Thanks for being there for me, Warren...
*Max notices the Digestive System is drawn on the board*
Max (thinking): Ass biology... ugh, gross!
*Max looks at the Periodic Table*
Max (thinking): A periodic table... Wish I knew what "periodic" means...
*Max notices a poster that says "Science is Art" "Art is Science"*
Max (thinking): DaVinci is a boss.
*Max looks at the Fish Tank and notices the light is off*
Max (thinking): Everybody's asleep... I hate to wake them up, but I want a picture.
*Max turns the light on*
Max (thinking): Good evening, fish fish.
*Max takes a photo of the fish in the fish tank*
Max (thinking): Thanks fish, nice work.
*Max turns the light back off*
Max (thinking): Please resume your slumber.
*Max notices graffiti that says "Max takes shit selfies"*
Max (thinking): I never said that they were great, troll.
*Max opens a Science textbook sitting out on a desk and reads up on "sodium chlorate"*
Max (thinking): So, sodium chlorate is... a weed killer? You'd think Warren would tell me that factoid.
*Max looks at all the Chemistry stuff in the cupboard*
Max (thinking): You're an artist, dammit, not a scientist. But this is so not sodium chlorate.
*Max sees the sodium chlorate box*
Max (thinking): Here's the sodium chlorate box.
*Max drags a chair over to the cupboard, steps up on it, grabs the sodium chlorate, and returns the chair to where it was before*
Max (thinking): Only one more ingredient left...
*Max notices someone put a cigarette in the skeleton mouth*
Max (thinking): Ew, gross. At least switch to e-cigs.
*Max takes a photo of the skeleton with cigarette in its mouth, she leaves the Science Lab, and notices a soda can in the trash can nearby*
Max (thinking): Oh, sure why not. This soda can is just saying take me since it is sticking out here.
*Max takes the soda can and enters the Photography Lab*
Max (thinking): This is like a scene in a horror film...
*Max looks at the "Everyday Heroes" poster*
Max (thinking): I feel silly thinking of myself as an "Everyday Hero" for helping Kate... but it's cool that other people do. Now if I could only find Rachel...
*Max notices Nathan's entry into the "Everyday Heroes" contest*
Max (thinking): I feel gross even LOOKING at Nathan's work... But he does have some style...
*Max notices Kate's entry*
Max (thinking): Oh, Kate...even when you were sad you tried to see the good in the world... Shit.
*Max notices Daniel's entry*
Max (thinking): Daniel's a better illustrator than photographer... Said Max the art critic.
*Max notices Victoria's entry*
Max (thinking): Victoria...that is pretty fucking sweet. How can I hate somebody that shoots like that?
*Max notices a email printout from Principal Wells to Mr. Jefferson*
Max (thinking): I say one stupid thing and Mr. Jefferson's gets screwed... Nice going, Max.
*Max notices Victoria left her cigarettes in Mr. Jefferson's class*
Max (thinking): Victoria's cigarettes? I'm sure Mr. Jefferson is impressed.
*Max goes to the back left corner of the room and takes the duct tape next to the printer*
Max (thinking): The tape is mine! Now it's time to show Chloe that Max is da bomb!
*Max notices another duct tape in the other corner of the room, takes it, goes back where Chloe is, leans down, and puts her hand on Chloe's shoulder*
Max: Take it easy on the door, Chloe.
*They both stand up*
Max: Let's try this instead.
*Max shows Chloe, the two pipe bombs*
Max: Boom! Literally.
Chloe: Yes! Time to blow shit up!
*Max attaches the two pipe bombs to the door handle*
Max: If you'll light the candles...
Chloe: This is so cool!
*Chloe leans down, uses her lighter to light the two fuses on the pipe bombs, and they back away from the door*
Max: Get ready to haul ass.
*They run to the side, crouch down behind the desk, the two bombs explode, and the door is blasted open*
Chloe: That...was so fucking cool!
*The alarm goes off*
Max: Oh, we are toast! Here comes the whole Arcadia Bay Fire and Police Department!
Chloe: Uh, so what should we do?
*Max enters the Principal's Office, rewinds, and looks at the door*
Max (thinking): This ancient door is no match for Max the Magician!
Chloe: If I can get this bastard open she can't cheat with her rewind... This is bullshit! Fuck you, door!
*Max opens the door from the inside*
Max: Welcome to my domain.
Chloe: You are magic! I have no clue how the hell you got in there, but you did it, sista!
Max: The company I keep... Now, let's find what we want and beat it. My powers only go so far.
Chloe: Man, I can see why the principal locks this room up. Fancy faux art crap. He must want everybody to know he has money...but no taste.
*Chloe approaches the Principal's desk and turns on the lamp*
Chloe: How can you trust somebody who has a fucking bronze bird in his office? I'm glad I was expelled...
Max: Yes, if only the principal had a Monet or Picasso you'd still be at Blackwell...
Chloe: Eat me. I'm gonna pilfer the papers on this ugly-ass desk.
*Chloe sits down in the chair behind the desk and leans back*
Chloe: Okay, sure, it's ugly, but damn, is it a cozy chair!
*Chloe puts her feet up on the desk and swivels side to side in the chair*
Chloe: This is your chance to truly get all deductive 'n' shit, Sherlock!
*Chloe takes her feet off of the desk*
Chloe: Find us some clues about Rachel...or Kate...or Nathan...anybody!
*Chloe begins searching the computer*
Chloe: Plus this is all kind of awesome to be taking over the principal's office at midnight. We should look for the bottles of booze I heard Principal Wells stashes around here. Wish I could find my files just to show you all the stupid shit I did before I got booted out of Blackwell. You should've seen me in action. I was such a dick. I guarantee that there's a secret file on Nathan around here. The Prescotts always get protected by the town. Must be nice to be so rich you can bury your past. There has to be some clues in Rachel Amber's file. If we can find it...”
Max: I'm on the case.
*Max's phone buzzes and she looks at it*
(Warren): So did you blow the lock, Unabomber?
(Max): Oh, please. I just wanted to see if you knew your explosives.
(Max): And to see your incredible artwork.
*Max puts her phone away, turns on a lamp on a small table, notices Kate's file, and looks at it*
Max (thinking): This pretty much sums up Kate... shy and sweet. And in the wrong place.
*Max takes the file*
Max (thinking): Only two more files to go.
*Max notices a painting hung up*
Max (thinking): Looks like an oil painting spill... Awful.
*Max notices a email printout from Sean Prescott to Principal Wells*
Max (thinking): I guess being a bully is in the Prescott DNA.
*Max notices a letter from Ms. Grant to Principal Wells*
Max (thinking): That is so cool that my signature actually counted... Go, Ms. Grant!
*Max looks at the Bronze bird*
Max (thinking): You're not so tacky up close...
Max: Chloe... "Say hello... to my little friend!"
Chloe: "Say goodnight... to the bad guy!"
*Max takes a photo of Chloe*
Chloe: Dude, I know I shouldn't be going through the Principal's files but it's kind of cool.
Max: Now's your chance to get revenge on Blackwell...
Chloe: Oh yeah, I'm so bummed I don't get to party with the Vortex Club.
Max: There's still time...
Chloe: Especially with you around, right?
Max: Don't talk. Search.
Chloe: Oooh, I like it when you get bossy. You're finally learning from the master...
*Max notices a hidden beer bottle*
Max (thinking): I'd drink too if I was the Principal of Blackwell.
*Max opens a cabinet, notices two files, and looks at Rachel's file*
Max (thinking): Rachel doesn't seem so "troubled" based on all this... but there's not much here about the police investigation...
*Max looks at Chloe's file*
Max (thinking): Man, I don't blame the Principal for expelling Chloe... Bad Chloe!
*Max takes Rachel's and Chloe's files*
Max (thinking): Let's nab this last file, Sherlock. Always wanted to say "nab."
*Max notices four files in a cupboard and looks at Nathan's file*
Max (thinking): Weird! This asshole has a spotless record.
*Max looks at her own file*
Max (thinking): Like I'm not going to read my own personal file...
*Max looks at Victoria's file*
Max (thinking): This file is going to be so spotless I'll projectile vomit.
*Max looks at Warren's file*
Max (thinking): I have to make sure Warren doesn't have a criminal background...
*Max takes Nathan's, her own, Victoria's, and Warren's files*
Max (thinking): I think we found everything in here... I should go join Chloe now.
Chloe: Max, you better come check out these files... Nathan accused Rachel of bringing drugs on campus? And my step-troll went along because he thinks Rachel was a bad influence on me. Assholes.
Max: If David is teaming up with Nathan Prescott... That's a bad sign.
Chloe: "Nathan Prescott the Third." Oooh, he's so money. And you know the Prescotts dropped major bank to bury Nathan's real file... Look, it reads like a rap sheet---bad grades, teacher complains, secret probation... But I was expelled?
Max: At least Nathan was finally suspended. Check out that note... Open it.
Chloe: That's just some crazy drawing...
Max: It's not a drawing... look, "Rachel in the dark room... Rachel in the dark room..." Over and over. That's it.
Chloe: That's... fucked up. What does this even mean? Nathan is truly psychotic. I know he has something to do with Rachel missing...
Max: Whoa, listen to this, "David M. always asks what's going on in my head... David M. always helps me follow those he follows..." Pretty cryptic
Chloe: No, it sounds like they've formed some sort of weird team---"The Super He-Bros."
Max: Jesus, David was stalking Kate, hassling me, and now we know he was all over Rachel too...
Chloe: Oh, we are so going into his garage files... Plus I'm getting a little paranoid in here. We got our info, let's bail. But maybe we shouldn't leave without a gift...
Max: No, you are not taking the cozy chair.
Chloe: Max, do your powers include mind-reading? Or did you just rewind because I tried to steal the chair? Shit, I'm confused.
Max: It's the powers of best friendship. I know how you roll... We should definitely get out here. We pressed our luck enough.
*Chloe opens a drawer underneath the computer and discovers an envelope*
Chloe: Hullo, what have we here? Holy shit, jackpot! Cha-ching!
Max: Wowser, that's a lot for the "handicapped fund."
Chloe: Dude, there's five thousand dollars here. I could pay Frank back tonight! This will chill him out after our knife showdown yesterday... Are you going to make a big issue out of this? Or just rewind and take the greenbacks for yourself? I hope you do that instead of lecturing me.
Max: Frank knows things about Rachel and he might talk if he's been paid... Right?
Chloe: You are SuperMax.
*Chloe gets up from the chair and hugs Max*
Chloe: And with the leftover dough, I'll take you on a road trip to Portland for the day. We'll stock up on tats, beer, weed, and donuts.
Max: And books from Powell's.
Chloe: And strip clubs... Kidding! But you never know...
*Chloe turns off the lamp and leaves the office*
Max (thinking): I feel like shit for taking that money...
*Max leaves the Principal's Office and Chloe is waiting for her near the door*
Max: That impish look scares me.
Chloe: Care for a midnight swim? The Blackwell pool is ours.
Max: Swimming? You want to take that risk now?
Chloe: It's been a cray week, we deserve a little mindless fun in the water... We're done for the night anyway, we're rich, and nobody busted us. So, splish splash?
Max: You're right. We hella deserve it. Splish splash!
Chloe: Did you actually just say "hella"? I think I'm a good bad influence on you.
*Max and Chloe exit the building*

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*Max and Chloe enter the swimming pool building*
Max: We're in the Otters' lair!
Chloe: Big fucking deal. I want that heated water!
Max: We still have to play it cool, okay? I still go to school here.
Chloe: You can own this hellhole once you figure out your rewind power...
*Chloe walks slightly further into the corridor*
Max (thinking): Chloe is so psyched for "girls' night out" so, I better follow her evil plan.
*Max looks at the soda machine*
Max (thinking): I would love a soda, but I'd just get wired.
*Max looks at the trophies*
Max (thinking): Go, Otters.
*Max looks at "Missing Cat Pics" ad*
Max (thinking): If only I could solve "The Mystery of the Missing Cat Pics."
*Max looks at "The Earth Can't Wait" poster*
Max (thinking): I hope the Otters will survive.
*Max looks at "Lost Goggles" ad*
Max (thinking): I actually don't have time to investigate this caper...
*Max goes up to Chloe*
Chloe: Boys or girls?
Max: Girls, of course!
Chloe: Girls? Ooh la-la... Let me check to see if the pool's heated...
*Chloe opens the door to girl's changing room, walks over to the pool, Max enters the changing room, rewinds, she opens the door for Chloe, and gestures inside*
Max: Presto!
Chloe: Dude, it's getting old! Try and dazzle me with another trick!
*Chloe enters, walks over to the pool, Max opens Brooke's locker, and sees a flyer for the Drive-In*
Max (thinking): Looks like Brooke wants to go to the drive-in with Warren...
*Max closes Brooke's locker and notices a sock on the bench*
Max (thinking): Where does that other sock go?
*Max notices a old shirt in a locker*
Max (thinking): Those are some musty-ass old shirts... yuck.
*Max notices graffiti on the wall that says "Otters Eat Beavers"*
*Max (thinking): The wit, it burns.
*Max opens Kate's locker and notices a bus ticket*
Max (thinking): A bus ticket? Was she going to run away? Like Rachel Amber?
*Max closes Kate's locker and looks at the flippers*
Max (thinking): Flippers in a swimming pool? Are they training navy frogmen here?
*Max looks at some towels*
Max (thinking): Those look like the most cozy comfy towels in towel history. Want!
*Max opens Victoria's locker and notices some selfies*
Max (thinking): So Victoria's secret is... selfies. "Go fuck your--" No, Jefferson said "don't confuse art with the artist." These are cool shots.
*Max closes Victoria's locker and looks at "Girls Can Swim Too!" poster*
Max (thinking): If I could rewind back to the 1940s, I'd get in serious trouble.
*Max enters the bathroom area and notices graffiti in one of the stalls that says "Rachel Abides"*
Max (thinking): I hope so, friend...
*Max exits the stall and notices graffiti on the wall at the end that says "Dear Kate, Don't Care, God"*
Max (thinking): Well, we care, dickhead.
*Max leaves the stall area and notices graffiti on the wall with a poster on it that says "Victoria Chase Rulez"*
Max (thinking): This isn't a desperate cry for attention or anything.
*Max notices the soap dispenser is still mostly full*
Max (thinking): Ew, pink goo. I see why everybody brings their own soap.
*Max looks at her own reflection in the mirror*
Max (thinking): Hello, gorgeous... You wish, Max. You just look like a snoop...
*Max exits the bathroom area, makes it to the pool area, and looks at a rescue board*
Max (thinking): I don't think anybody has ever drown here... I hope.
*Max enters the boys bathroom area and notices graffiti behind the door that says "69 Reasons To Bang Rachel"*
Max (thinking): Bros will be bros.
*Max notices the soap dispenser is mostly gone*
Max (thinking): This one is almost empty. The guys must like their pink goo.
*Max looks at her own reflection in the mirror*
Max (thinking): Max Caulfield, Moral Avenger. Or Self-Righteous Hypocrite...
*Max notices graffiti above the Urinals with a drawing a dick and it says "Victoria loves the D"*
Max (thinking): Huh, it's nice to know Victoria loves something besides herself.
*Max enters the first stall and notices graffiti that says "Max is a Feminazi"*
Max (thinking): Welcome to the 1950.
*Max exits the stall and notices graffiti at the end that says "I love Warren Gayram"*
Max (thinking): I bet you do...
*Max leaves the bathroom area, makes it to the changing area, and notices graffiti on the wall that says "No Worries, It's All Bad"*
Max (thinking): Sometimes...
*Max turns around and notices graffiti on the wall by the door that says "Sex Me Up"*
Max (thinking): Boys' locker room is right.
*Max opens Logan's locker and notices a sticky note for Dana*
Max (thinking): I guess I should consider this evolution.
*Max closes Logan's locker and notices a Blackwell jacket in one of the lockers*
Max (thinking): I guess somebody forgot their Blackwell spirit.
*Max notices a vape sitting on a chair*
Max (thinking): Some poor hipster lost their vape...
*Max opens Warren's locker and notices a photo of her and Warren*
Max (thinking): Bet he developed that in Jefferson's class... but why?
*Max closes Warren's locker, notices Zach's cell phone, grabs it, and looks at his phone*
Max (thinking): Zach is really careless. Doesn't he know what happens when I'm around?
*Max puts his phone back and looks at the floaties*
Max (thinking): This must be for training kids.
*Max opens Nathan's locker and looks at the drugs that he got*
Max (thinking): It's okay for Nathan to be hooked on these drugs, right?
*Max closes Nathan's locker, leaves the boys changing room, makes it back out to the pool area, and looks at a toy shark*
Max (thinking): Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water...
*Max around the pool, notices the guest list is sitting out, and looks at it*
Max (thinking): Looks like I'm the Vortex Club bouncer... Decisions, decisions...
*Max erases everyone's, but her own name off the list*
Max (thinking): Oh, I am sorry, your names aren't on the list... You'll have to eat shit now.
*Max walks up to where Chloe is and looks at her*
Max (thinking): Chloe just couldn't wait to splish splash in the pool.
*Max bends down and Chloe notices her*
Chloe: Max, try to find the light for the pool. I want to see the sharks!
Max: Otters don't like sharks. They bite.
Chloe: So do I... Hit that light!
*Max looks at Chloe again*
Max (thinking): Chloe won't wait much longer until I hit the lights.
*Max looks at a oxygen kit*
Max (thinking): In case I run out of air, I know where to come.
*Max enters the lifeguard's room*
Max (thinking): There has to be a control panel for the lights around here...
*Max looks at the Halloween Pumpkin sitting on the table*
Max (thinking): Aw, look at the baby Halloween Pumpkin...
*Max looks at the cup of coffee sitting by the coffee machine*
Max (thinking): Coffee and swimming. Good combo.
*Max opens a drawer and looks at a pic of Blackwell Academy 2012 Swimming Team*
Max (thinking): Yes, we get it. Go, Otters.
*Max closes the drawer and looks at the Rescue Dummies*
Max (thinking): Don't even think I'm going to make a move on you.
*Max looks at the Otter Goal Fall 2013 plan*
Max (thinking): So, the big plan is... "Win."
*Max looks at the light switch*
Max (thinking): Now I have the power over light and death.
*Max presses the light switch, Chloe takes her clothes off, jumps into the pool, and Max approaches the pool*
Max (thinking): Time to do or die, Max.
*Max talks to Chloe*
Chloe: Oh yeah, baby! Feels like a hot tub! And with my cash stash I'm queen of the world! Bow! Tell me you're not going to stand there watching me like a zombie.
*Max smiles and Chloe splashes water on Max*
Max: Don't you dare...
Chloe: Come stop me, hippie!
Max: Okay, you asked for it!
*Max takes off her clothes and jumps into the pool*
Max: Cowabunga!
Chloe: Why look, an otter in my water! Duuuun dun, duuuuun dun, dun dun dun dun dun dun...
Max: You're so obvious. And I still get freaked out by that movie, so stop. I can't even watch any of those shark shows.
*Max and Chloe start splashing water on each other*
Max: I'll just rewind and harpoon you. Otter's revenge!
Chloe: Cheater!
Max: Yeah, you would know about that!
*Chloe lies on her back and Max does the same slightly later*
Chloe: I wish Rachel was here. She would totally love being in here at night. Wish you guys had met each other...
Max: We will. With all this stuff going on, I'm starting to think everything is related... And I want to find out for Kate's sake. She almost died today...
Chloe: Your power is changing everything, Max. Especially you. I can already tell. You're not so chickenshit anymore.
*Max and Chloe swim towards the pool border*
Max: Thanks, girlfriend.
Chloe: You know what I mean. You're becoming like this force of nature.
Max: More like luck of nature. Come on, my power failed trying to rescue Kate... Maybe I'm just stumbling back and forth in time... for what reason?
Chloe: You didn't stumble when you saved me, Max.
Max: Not that time. But that's because you were there to kickstart my power... But seriously though. Thank God I did saved you. But... what if I had stumble and didn't save you? What if? Kate didn't jump but you would be... dead...
Chloe: So it's time to start moving forward in time. And we're obviously connected since without me you would have never discovered your power, right?
Max: Absolutely. You make me feel like I know what I'm doing...
Chloe: And you make me feel like I have a reason for still being in Arcadia Bay.
Max: I hope so...
Chloe: Stop being so goddamn humble. You're like the smartest, most talented person I've ever known.
Max: More than Rachel Amber?
Chloe: Dude, I'm not her groupie, okay? And I'm sure you have Blackwell bros all over you—like Warren...
Max: Ew! I don't want any Blackwell bros over me. There's a couple cute guys there but they probably think I'm a total nerd. Plus, I am not someone that likes guys.
Chloe: Uh, nerds are hot. You just don't have any confidence yet.
Max: Unfortunately, that didn't come with my rewind power...
Chloe: No worries. Once you get over yourself, you're going to make the world bow.
Max: As long as you're there with me...
Chloe: Don't look so sad. I'm never leaving you...
*Max and Chloe swim away from the pool border*
Max: Now I'm getting cold in here.
Chloe: Because we're yapping instead of attacking each other, otter-versus-shark style... I think I've had my pool experience for the year, but before we go. I want something from you.
Max: Oh, what do you want now?
Chloe: This pool experience been quite romantic and same with this entire week so far.
Max: What do you mean?
Chloe: I dare you kiss me, Max. No, I double dare. Actually no, let's go with a triple dare you.
*Max kisses Chloe and Chloe swims around shocked*
Chloe: Damn Max. I didn't think you actually do it. Well, now I think I am fully ready to jet.
Max: Same here. Let's just call it a draw. I'm gonna freeze my ass off when I get out...
*Max and Chloe get out of the pool and put their clothes back on*
Max: Gross, I feel like we just went swimming in Chlorine Bay.
Chloe: You look cute with your hair soaked in chemicals.
Max: Thanks, you would know...
*A guard opens a door in the back*
Max and Chloe: Hide!
*Chloe runs to the pool's entrance through the girls' locker room, Max runs to the same place through the boys' locker room, they try to exit the pool, but they noticed an approaching guard*
Guard: Make sure you cover the whole perimeter!
*An unknown guard opens the door and shines his flashlight into the empty space*
Max: Are you shitting me?
*Max and Chloe run back into the girl's changing room, Chloe hides between the lockers and a wall, Max hides among the shower stalls*
Guard: Better not try any Halloween pranks after today... I'm serious. Hello? Where are they? I heard something over here. Who's here? I got a flashlight and a stick! Anybody there?! Hey!
*Max goes back into the pool area, Chloe approaches Max from behind, and they hug each other*
Max: We are so invisible!
Chloe: Let's bail!
*Max and Chloe run out of the pool building into the parking lot, They try to reach the dorms, but they noticed a guard is going towards them*
Max: Wait, turn around, they're coming! We have to find another way out!
*Max and Chloe climb down and start walking along the wall*
Chloe: This is bullshit. You can't go back to your dorm now, you're a Blackwell fugitive! Crash at my place tonight.
Max: You want me to crash where the Blackwell security officer I just busted lives, so I'll be safe? Okay!
*Max and Chloe start running towards Chloe's truck*
Chloe: Into the car!
*Chloe enters her truck*
Chloe: Get in!
*Max enters Chloe's truck and they drive away from Blackwell to Chloe's house*
Chloe: Hahaha! Later, fuckers! Max, you rock! We are so fucking awesome!
Max: Yes, we so are...
*Chloe makes it back to her house, parks her truck in front of the house, they enter inside, and goes up to Chloe's room to sleep*

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*Max and Chloe are lying on Chloe's bed, Max wakes up first, and looks at Chloe*
Max (thinking): Always remember this moment.
*Max takes her camera from the floor to take a selfie and Chloe wakes up*
Chloe: Photobomb!
Max: Photo-hog!
*Max takes a selfie with Chloe*
Max: It feels like a different world from yesterday...
Chloe: We left a skid mark on Blackwell last night.
Max: Like it needs another one. I'd like to do something good for my school and Arcadia Bay. I can't even submit my photo to represent... I just don't want to be rejected.
Chloe: Every great artist gets rejected before they get accepted. So you have to enter a photo.
Max: Even though I'm pimping the school and town you want to torch?
Chloe: Come on, I don't want to see Arcadia Bay burned to the shore, I just say shit like that because I've been trying to get out of here since—since you left, basically. If I could find Rachel, then pay Frank off, I'm still leaving to start a whole new life...
*Chloe grabs the remote control for her Hi-Fi and turns on the music*
Max: Wish we could just hang out all morning like we used to... Maybe we should get up, I have to get back to Blackwell soon.
Chloe: Oh, does the schoolgirl have a test today?
Max: I'm starting to feel like going to Blackwell every day is a test. I just need to get on my regular school schedule again.
Chloe: I am so wiped out from last night. But it was awesome.
Max: I have to ponder what kind of criminal I've become.
Chloe: Last night was only the tip of the iceberg.
Max: I have to admit, it was pretty cool to take over the Blackwell gym.
Chloe: Today the gym, tomorrow the world. We need to step it up.
Max: We still have to be careful how I use my power... I don't want to get stuck in time.
Chloe: Btw you don't talk in your sleep, you whisper.
Max: "For reals? Tzz, liar, liar... Ugh, what did I say?
Chloe: Something about marrying Warren--or me.
Max: Yeah, that sounds like your dream.
*Max gets up*
Max (thinking): Okay, I need to get dressed now.
Max: I love this morning light, it's so peaceful...
Chloe: Wouldn't it be wicked if we could just hang out here forever like when we were kids?
Max: No, too easy. And there's too much shit going on now...
Chloe: Oh, okay, Queen of the World. I'll try not to remind you of when we were besties anymore. Rachel loved hanging out with me here, she would have understood... Forget it.
*Max rewinds*
Max: I love this morning light, it's so peaceful...
Chloe: Wouldn't it be wicked if we could just hang out here forever like when we were kids?
Max: Yep. I bet you and Rachel liked hanging out here too...
Chloe: You know it. She reminded me of you when we faked sleep so our parents wouldn't make us get up too early Saturday morning...
Max: Did you guys have a lot of sleepovers?
Chloe: As many as possible. But it was more fun at her place. Step-commando wanted us up at the ass-crack of dawn... It's cool to be back here with you.
Max: Btw we're sadly not kids anymore.
Chloe: At least you can date now, right? My dad was terrified of the day I would discover boys.
Max: As Blackwell proves, boys are trouble.
Chloe: And way fucking gross. As you'll discover soon enough.
Max: Oh okay, Woman of the World. Please tell me what it's like to get that first magic kiss!
Chloe: Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to get you all worked up. I just don't think anybody is good enough for you... besides me.
Max: So... you never really told me if you had a serious boyfriend while I was away...
Chloe: Not serious. Hella stupid, usually. I went through a "boy toy" phase. Among other things...
Max: I can't see you with any of the guys around here...
Chloe: Because you have a good eye. That's why I was so glad Rachel came along to rescue me.
Max: Was Rachel that popular with everybody here?
Chloe: She blended like a chameleon. Clearly more than I knew... or wanted to know...
Max: You knew that she wanted to go to Los Angeles with you.
Chloe: Then where is she?
Max: Sounds like you totally crushed on Rachel.
Chloe: You would have too. Smart, sexy and sassy... Like me, right?
Max: Well, duh! Maybe Rachel would have fought over both of us.
Chloe: You wish! Then again, maybe... you're a photographer and she wanted to be a model.
*Max's phone buzzes and she checks it*
(Warren): Glad to see you didn't blow up Blackwell last night.
Almost glad.
(Warren): BTW, the drive-in is actually popular so I'm buying the tix now.
(Warren): I'll have an extra one.
In case you change your mind.
*Max puts her phone away and looks at all the clothes in Chloe's drawer*
Max (thinking): I don't think I'll be moshing today.
*Max closes the drawer and looks at Chloe*
Max (thinking): Chloe seems more relaxed now that she has that money... from the handicapped fund...
*Max looks at Chloe's stole gun from David*
Max (thinking): Frank might think twice about messing with Chloe now, but if David finds out... shitstorm.
*Max looks at Chloe's phone and notices Chloe put Max as her lock screen*
Max (thinking): Nice, Chloe put my pic on her phone... I must have proved I was worthy again...
*Max notices Chloe's texts with Frank*
Max (thinking): Jesus, now I am glad Chloe took that money. This guy is serious. And scary.
*Max looks at the book that Chloe got on her desk*
Max (thinking): Chloe is so damn cute--she's really trying to suss out what my vision means...
*Max looks at the cigarette on Chloe's desk*
Max (thinking): I'm lucky David didn't bust me for acting like it was my pot.
*Max looks Chloe's laptop*
Max (thinking): Can I check out the news on this old laptop?
*Max turns on Chloe's laptop and looks at Arcadia Bay Police Departure website*
Max (thinking): At least we haven't been identified... yet.
*Max looks at Chloe's email from Blackwell*
Max (thinking): Thank God she's okay. I wonder when I can visit her...
*Max looks at the photo of her and Chloe on her 10th birthday*
Max (thinking): Wowser... That was my 10th birthday. I didn't know Chloe kept this stuff...
*Max grabs the stuff in Chloe's jacket pocket and notices Chloe put the blue butterfly photo with the photo of Rachel*
Max (thinking): The fact that she put the photo next to Rachel is so touching...
*Max notices the condoms in Chloe's jacket pocket. After looking she opens a drawer and notices an old phone*
Max (thinking): Wow... I remember this old phone! We decorated it together.
*Max closes the drawer and looks at the handicapped funds*
Max (thinking): Yes, I might go to hell for this, but if it saves Chloe... We'll pay it back--somehow.
*Max looks at the closet*
Max (thinking): Man, if I had stayed hidden, David wouldn't be targeting me.
*Max looks at her clothes*
Max (thinking): Time to put on your daily armor, Max!
*Max goes to put her clothes on*
Max: Ew. Still reeks like a chlorine factory.
Chloe: See if you can find a suitable outfit in my fashion hole.
*Max opens the closet*
Max: Okay, time for some Chloe cosplay...
Chloe: Hey, there you go! Rachel left a bunch of her clothes with me... She's your size.
Max: But not quite my style.
Chloe: Max, you don't have a style yet. At least give it a try. You can always rewind back to your chlorine brand T-shirt and generic jeans.
Max: You suck. I like my shirt and jeans... but it would be cool to try on Rachel's clothes, just to see if they fit.
Chloe: Stop second-guessing yourself, Max! Put this on and let your inner punk-rock girl come out! You can afford to take chances! Whenever and whatever you want to try... for example, I dare you to fuck me!
Max: What? First dared me to kiss you in the pool and now want me to fuck you. Just what?
Chloe: I double dare you. Fuck me now.
*Max pushes Chloe to the bed, starts kissing Chloe, and Chloe takes her lips away in surprise*
Chloe: Damn, you're hardcore, Max! I didn't think would kiss me in the pool and then go to fuck me in my room. But now I can text Warren and tell him he doesn't stand a chance... unless he's into girl-on-girl action.
*Max gets up and returns to the closet and Chloe lays down properly again*
Max: You are such a dork.
Max (thinking): Oh man, that was priceless when I kissed Chloe in the pool and then went to fuck her. She didn't think I would...
*Max goes over to Chloe*
Chloe: You better not rewind and take that back. You know I'm hotter than those Seattle art-holes, right?
*Max looks at Rachel's clothes*
Max (thinking): I think Rachel's style is a little more subtle... like me.
*Max puts on Rachel's shirt and jeans and then stands in front of Chloe*
Chloe: Lookin' sick, Max. A couple tats, some dying of your hair, and some piercings and we'll make a thrasher out of you yet.
Max: Ready for the mosh pit, shaka brah.
Chloe: Maybe not. Go on down and say hi to Joyce. Free breakfast! I have to, er, wake 'n' bake first.
Max: I promise not to tell.
Chloe: Let's not rewind and find out, 'kay?
*Max exits Chloe's room*
Max (thinking): Oh my God, that smells so amazing... It's like when we were kids here.
*Max's phone buzzes and she looks at it*
(Kate): Max. Thank you from my heart for reaching out to me on the roof. You're the only one who was there for me at school, the only one who truly cared. I have to believe you were sent to give me hope. You did so much more than that. My father is grateful as well. You'll always be in our prayers.
Love and Blessings,
Your friend Kate.
(Max): Hey Kate, I'm so glad you're ok. I will visit you as soon as I can. promise.
*Max puts her phone away and she looks at the Arcadia Bay painting on the wall*
Max (thinking): Nobody in this town has a fucking clue as to what's happening... or do they?
*Max looks at the door to Joyce's and David's bedroom*
Max (thinking): I better not go in there... David might be in bed. Ew.
*Max looks outside the window to all of Arcadia Bay*
Max (thinking): For everybody else in the neighborhood it's just another morning...
*Max enters the bathroom and looks at her reflection in the mirror*
Max (thinking): Check out Mad Max! Ready to fucking thrash! I am so hardcore.
*Max takes a photo of herself in the mirror and Max turns on the sink to use it*
Max (thinking): Feels so good to wash my face after all that chlorine... and hiding.
*Max looks at the two toothbrushes*
Max (thinking): Chloe never used to care when I burrowed her toothbrush.
*Max grabs her toothbrush and starts brushing her tooth*
Max (thinking): What's ironic is I always hated it when Chloe used my toothbrush...
*Max finishes up with brushing her tooth, spits out the water from her mouth, puts her toothbrush back, and looks at the old pirate towel hanging up on the bathtub*
Max (thinking): Chloe has had this damn dirty pirate towel since we were kids... Serious flashback.
*Max notices the blue jay sitting up top of the bathtub*
Max (thinking): No way... That's the bluebird I saved Monday in Joyce's room...
*Max looks at the blue hair dye in the cabinet*
Max (thinking): You know, I haven't gone through a "dyeing my hair blue" phrase yet... maybe it's time.
*Max grabs the bottle out of the cabinet, grabs everything she needs, and starts dying her hair. After she finishes dying her hair, she goes back to Chloe's room and shows her hair off to Chloe*
Chloe: Now you really lookin' sick, Max. You look hella good with blue hair. Your blue hair looks as good as mine does. Might even be better than mine.
Max: I am definitely ready for the mosh pit now, shaka brah.
Chloe: After you saying that. I am back to thinking you aren't ready yet.
*Max leaves Chloe's room and goes downstairs*

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*Max goes downstairs and looks at the leaflet on the table by the garage door*
Max (thinking): This might be the one time these people are right...
*Max looks at the phone machine, notices there is a message, and looks at it*
Max (thinking): Looks like a message...
*Max plays the message*
Officer Corn: David, this is Officer Corn... Just wanted to let you know your stepdaughter's car was identified near the Blackwell campus last night around the time of the break-ins... Give me a call soon...
Joyce: What!? Are you in trouble again, Chloe? Don't you sleep?
*Max deletes the message*
Answering Machine: Message deleted.
Max (thinking): Goodbye message. Just hope Joyce, David, or Chloe get upset that I deleted the message.
*Max opens the window and looks outside*
Max (thinking): I keep expecting to see the sky turn red...
*Max looks at the cereal box*
Max (thinking): Wowster, Chloe still eats the same cereal... So do I...
*Max looks at the fridge*
Max (thinking): I love that they still have the same refrigerator...
*Max looks at the beer bottle on the dining room table*
Max (thinking): Who drinks beer this early around here?
*Max looks at the newspaper*
Max (thinking): Oh man, I don't want to be famous for this...
*Max notices the bird on top of the cabinet*
Max (thinking): Oh, look at the poor bird... He seems kind of freaked out...
*Max scares the bird and flies away*
Max (thinking): Bird, begone! Fly, you fool!
*The bird lands on the fireplace, Max scares it again, the bird flies out of the window, Max goes outside, takes photo of the bird sitting up top of the fence, and looks at the dead bird on the ground*
Max (thinking): Oooh, poor bird. Poor thing.
*Max notices another dead bird on the ground*
Max (thinking): I wonder how these birds died?
*Max notices three dead bird lined up on the ground*
Max (thinking): Three dead birds lined up... That's fucking ominous.
*Max looks at the swing*
Max (thinking): Sitting in a swing always feels so comforting...
*Max sits down in the swing*
Max (thinking): I remember when Chloe and me would take turns in the swings... We would push each other hard so we would fly way up in the air... Chloe always wanted to swing all the way around... I always got scared and would jump off before I flew off.. And Chloe is still trying to get high...
*Max looks at Joyce*
Max (thinking): Joyce looks so different in her street clothes.
Max: Good morning, Joyce...
Joyce: Rachel! Uh... I—I mean, Max... Whew, you startled me. You fit those clothes well. Thank God you're not a hellraiser like her or Chloe. Despite the whole factor that you got blue hair now, but you still no hellraiser like Rachel or Chloe. Now tell me exactly what you want to chow on.
Max: I'm dying for some of your famous pancakes.
Joyce: I thought you would have missed those. You ate more than William, and he loved them...
Max: I remember. We would race each other to grab them from the stack. Btw chance that can get some Eggs and Bacon for Chloe.
Joyce: Remember when you guys would sleep in until I yelled out, "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!"
Max: Totally. We'd wake up so fast.
Joyce: So this time you can help me with the ingredients. I need you to grab me the actual eggs, bacon, and milk.
Max (thinking): Eggs, bacon, and milk, no problemo.
*Max opens the fridge and grabs the eggs and bacon*
Max (thinking): "The eggs always come first," as Joyce used to say... While I should evolve and become a vegan but... Huh, bacon.
*Max closes the fridge and takes the milk from the living room table*
Max (thinking): Now for the mother's milk...
*Max gives the ingredients to Joyce*
Joyce: Thanks... After all these years and everything that's happened, it's great to see you and Chloe together again. She hasn't had a good friend since you or Rachel... Those clothes remind me so much of her. Such a sweet girl. I'm just hoping she's living large in L.A.
Max: I'd love to think that too, Joyce. But...
Joyce: We're on the same page, Max. I keep hoping that Rachel will show up or even send a message to Chloe from Hollywood... or wherever she is...
Max: Be honest, Joyce... do you think Rachel is okay?
Joyce: God, I hope so. She was—is smart and she always landed on her feet. Maybe I don't know her as well as I thought... Maybe Chloe doesn't either.
Max: Sometimes I feel like I don't know Chloe as well as I thought... Plus I hate to even think this, much less say it out loud... but I think Rachel is in serious trouble.
Joyce: I know. I watch those awful true crime shows and it makes me ill if I think about Rachel ending up on one... So I don't think too much.
Max: I see why Chloe is so obsessed with finding her... Btw Is there any reason that Rachel might be mad at Chloe and left without her?
Joyce: Chloe could piss everybody off but her. They were almost joined at the head. Reminded me of you and Chloe... But Rachel wasn't as grounded as you.
Max: I'm grounded? Since when? Maybe that's why Chloe likes Rachel so much...
Joyce: Max Caulfield, are you actually jealous of Rachel?
Max: Maybe. Rachel was so much cooler than me...
Joyce: You think? Then why has Chloe been telling me she wishes she could be more like you over the past five years?
Max: Doubt it. Uh... did she really? Five years ago feels like a thousand now...
Joyce: And that makes me, what, a century old? You're only 18, Max. Ah, youth... if only I could go back...
Max: It's not all that, Joyce...
Joyce: Voila, a breakfast fit for us queens... and a king. Go sit at the table.
*Max sits at the living room table and waits for breakfast. Joyce bring the plate a few seconds later*
Max: Thank you so much, Joyce. I'm never leaving this table.
Joyce: Good. You can clean.
*Joyce goes gives the eggs and bacon to Chloe and Max looks at the peanut butter*
Max (thinking): I'm glad that's creamy, and not crunchy.
*Max looks at the plant*
Max (thinking): I guess nobody waters the plant here.
*Max eats her breakfast and Joyce comes to the table with the Prices' photo album with her*
Joyce: Seeing you again... ahh, made me remember so much...
*Joyce puts the album on the table*
Joyce: I know these photos don't measure up to your work, Max...
Max: My favorite photographers probably take pictures similar to yours. You make David happy, Joyce.
Joyce: He wants us all to be happy, Max. He's just not great at showing it.
*Max sees a photo of Rachel wearing the same shirt Max is wearing at the moment*
Max: Uhh, I don't think I can rock this outfit like Rachel...
Joyce: You have your own cool style.
*Max sees a photo of her and Chloe cooking pancakes in 2008*
Max: Wowser, I totally remember that day...
Joyce: I'm glad... William took this picture with his instant camera. It was the last picture he ever took... He had his car out right after this and—and...
Max: I know, Joyce. I'm sorry...
Joyce: I didn't show you this to be morbid. In fact, I want you to have this... This was when my baby was so full of life and light. She was hopeful, positive... everything she's not today. And this was the last time I ever saw Chloe truly happy.
*Joyce gives the photo to Max, Chloe comes downstairs, and enters the living room*
Chloe: Did you guys have a bonding session about how fucked up I am?
Max: It's not always about you...
Joyce: Chloe, please. It's too early to start picking a fight. Eat instead.
Chloe: I'll keep the warden busy while you go peek in the garage.
Joyce: Now stop whispering or I'll know you're talking about me.
Chloe: Stop being so nosey, mother. Jeez, I can't do anything around here without everybody getting up in my shit...
Joyce: No one can even joke with you, Chloe, you fly off the handle like that...
Max: Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.
Chloe: Sure, run off and pee when you should back me up.
Joyce: Now who's being paranoid? Just listen to yourself...
Chloe: Nobody else does!
*Max enters David's garage*
Max (thinking): I do need to get into David's computer. He's gotta be hiding shit.
*Max looks at David's laptop*
Max (thinking): I bet David has all of his surveillance secrets in his laptop.
*Max tries to unlock David's laptop*
Max (thinking): No shit it needs a password... How about "stepdouche"... Try again! I need more clues...
*Max looks at the padlock on the table*
Max (thinking): Naturally David would buy a heavy duty military padlock.
*Max looks at the code on the bottom of the padlock*
Max (thinking): I can even see the combination... That might be a useful password...
*Max finds a receipt from the Two Whales Diner behind the visor of David's car*
Max (thinking): Joyce might as well have wrote "Let's get married."
*Max looks at the other side of the receipt*
Max (thinking): That might be a useful password...
*Max enters the password into David's laptop and successfully unlocks it*
Max (thinking): Score! Max the Hacker strikes again!
*Max looks at the file on Rachel and Frank*
Max (thinking): Whoa, spoiler alert! Rachel definitely hooked up with Frank... But why does David care?
*Max looks at the file on Kate*
Max (thinking): Instead of stalking Kate, David could have helped her...
*Max looks at the file on her*
Max (thinking): This is so wrong... Creepy bastard.
*Max takes out a flash drive, puts it into the laptop, create copies of the files for her flash drive, removes the flash drive the laptop, and turns the laptop back off*
Max (thinking): I better tell Chloe about this now... Just one more thing to make her sad. And mad.
*Max approaches Chloe and at the same time, David enters the house*
David: Nice breakfast.
Joyce: David, you're back already?
David: That's what happens when you lose your job as head of Blackwell security.
Joyce: What happened?
David: What you would expect to happen in this P.C. college bullshit age—the Principal takes the words of lying stoned students over a veteran and law professional.
Joyce: Ugh, again? This isn't the first time you've gotten in trouble there...
David: Well, now it's the last time. I'll get a lawyer to sue their ass.
*David turns to Max*
David: Figures you'd be here. Is that your Rachel Amber Halloween costume?
Max: You know more about her than me!
David: No, you and Chloe think you know more than anybody. Like all teenagers.
Joyce: Leave Max alone, David. I can't believe you got fired—no, of course I can believe you got fired. Did you threaten some poor student with the stockade?
Chloe: He threatens them with surveillance cameras. So he can spy on everybody... like he spies on all of us here.
David: Don't start, Chloe.
Chloe: Yeah, I'm just always starting shit, right? You're a total paranoid, David.
David: Not now, Chloe.
Chloe: You used to call me a loser for getting kicked out of Blackwell... So who's the loser now, David? Who haven't you accused or harassed? Between your investigations into Rachel and Kate, what have you done besides get in trouble?
Max: You're a bully, David. I saw you harass Kate Marsh when she was going through hell. You could have totally helped her. Everybody at Blackwell is a suspect to you, except for Nathan Prescott... That's why the students and faculty don't like you. You even threatened me. I do respect your service, but you don't respect anybody.
David: Uh... you were smoking pot in Chloe's room. That's illegal.
Max: So is spying on people in your family and at your work. Why do you have photos of Kate Marsh and Rachel Amber in your files anyway?
Joyce: What? Is this true, Max? Yes, David, why do you have these files at all? I find this very disturbing.
David: I do not have to take this kind of interrogation. Not from you punks!
Joyce: Maybe you should calm down...
David: Oh, you're turning on me now? Of course, women always stick together. Well, screw you!
Joyce: David... you better go to a hotel until we figure this out...
David: You can't kick me out of my own home!
Joyce: It's my home, David. Paid for and in my name. You know the law, right?
David: I thought I knew a lot of things... like when I'm outflanked.
Chloe: Have a nice day.
Joyce: Chloe, for once... just please shut up.
*David goes to the sliding glass door, Joyce sits at the table, Chloe goes towards the front door of the house*
Max (thinking): I hope Joyce doesn't hate me for tearing into David...
David: I don't want to see or hear you again, Max. You've hurt me and my family enough.
Joyce: Max, don't beat yourself up. David earned this all by himself, understand?
Chloe: Max, that gave me chills. And you better not rewind this one!
*Max and Chloe leave Chloe's house and drive towards the Two Whales Diner*

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Max: Listen, when I went through David's laptop, I found pictures of Rachel and Frank... being more than friends.
Chloe: Right. No way, Max. She was just posing to tease Frank.
Max: If you're not gonna believe me, why don't we check out what Frank has in his RV?
Chloe: What's that gonna prove?
Max: Frank has Rachel's bracelet. What else does he have in there?
Chloe: Motherfucker better not have anything. For his sake.
*Frank is eating beans inside the diner and Chloe parks the truck*
Chloe: Let's check the door. Frank gets so wasted he sometimes forgets to lock it.
*Max and Chloe approach the RV*
Max: I can't believe you hung out with him.
Chloe: Not anymore. We have to be casual ninjas here...
*Chloe tries the door, realizes it is locked, and Pompidou begins barking from inside*
Chloe: Shitballs. Okay, here's the plan. I'll go to the diner and distract Frank by telling him I have his money, but he needs to come with me. Then you come in and rewind so Frank doesn't see me, then you can tell Frank he needs to check out his RV and then you rewind after you get the key, and... uh... and...
Max: Chloe, I got this. Be right back.
*Max walks towards the diner*
Chloe: Don't let my epic plan get in the way of yours. I'll try to scrounge up a Scooby snack to distract his mangy mutt...
Max (thinking): Now to find a quick and easy way to snag Frank's keys.
*Max's phone buzzes and she looks at it*
(Dad): Maxine. Pop here. I'm sorry I haven't gotten in touch sooner. I know your mom is very proud of you for saving that girl. As am I. We have no doubt sending you to Blackwell was the best thing you ever demanded we do :) It makes us so proud to read about you in the news and see actual video of you walking down from the roof with that girl.
(Dad): And if you want to come back home now to relax and maybe go to a high school around here, the door is wide open.
Love, Pop.
(Max): Thanx Pop. It's been intense here. But I'm not ready to come home. Talk later. Maxoxo.
*Max puts her phone away and goes over to the fisherman*
Max: Good morning! How are the fish today?
Fisherman: Don't ask. First the snow, then an eclipse... What's next, a tornado?
Max: I hope not...
Fisherman: Could be worse, we could get one of those California quakes.
Max: True, but it could be like climate change or something?
Fisherman: The climate sure has changed around here. Just saw that Prescott brat having a fit by himself in the parking lot...
Max: Isn't he always having a fit?
Fisherman: He ain't the only one. If you knew what was going on with the fish around Arcadia Bay... Sorry, I'm too pissed to talk about it. See ya around, kid.
*Max rewinds*
Max: Good morning! How are the fish today?
Fisherman: Don't ask. First the snow, then an eclipse... What's next, a tornado?
Max: I heard that something bad was happening to the fish in Arcadia Bay...
Fisherman: Well, since you mentioned it first... There ain't no fish in Arcadia Bay!
Max: What? Come on... None?
Fisherman: None worth catching and eating anymore... I'm not shitting you. Salmon, trout, bass have died and migrated. Even the damn clams are dying...
Max: Oh my God... but what about...
Fisherman: Sorry, I'm too salty to talk about it. See ya around, kid.
*Max goes over to the trucker*
Max: Hey, how's it going?
Trucker: Peachy. Interview over.
Max: Worst. Interview. Ever. Plus you must be having a bad day at the office.
Trucker: Work has dried up around here and I have bills to pay. Time is money for a guy like me.
Max: That sucks.
Trucker: Wish I could drive right out of Arcadia Bay. The whole town is crumbling—snow, eclipse, and a slut trying to commit suicide...
Max: Maybe you should leave then.
Trucker: Would if I could. Hell, even that shifty Rachel what's-her-face once asked me if I'd drive her to Los Angeles...
Max: You knew Rachel Amber? Can you tell me about her?
Trucker: Nope. Christ, why don't you get a real job instead of homework? I'd love to see you Blackwell turds try to drive my 1977 Needham eighteen-wheeler out there! Like I said, interview over.
*Max rewinds*
Max: Hey, how's it going?
Trucker: Peachy. Interview over.
Max: Actually, I wanted to ask if that's your bitchin' 1977 Needham eighteen-wheeler out there.
Trucker: How the hell did you know that?
Max: I took a Blackwell class on the history of... truckers. I always wanted to drive a rig on the road.
Trucker: Finally, a Blackwell student with brains. Next time I get a local job, I'll let you ride along. Take care.
Max: Also my friend Rachel Amber told me about this cool rig in town because I love taking pictures of truckers.
Trucker: You knew Rachel? She sure didn't give a rat's ass about truckers... or real work.
Max: Oh, so you must have known her too?
Trucker: Only from the diner. She was just a gold digger—she belonged in California with all those... you know what's... good riddance. But you can take pictures of my truck anytime.
*Max takes a photo of the 1977 Needham eighteen-wheeler, she goes around the corner, and sees a dead bird encircled by ants beside the diner*
Max (thinking): Look at that... so sad, disturbing, and beautiful at once... what an amazing shot.
*Max bends down to take a photo*
Max (thinking): So ominous...
*Max goes talk to the homeless lady*
Max: Hi, how are you?
Homeless Lady: I remember you... I heard about that girl almost jumping off the Blackwell roof...
Max: It's been a sad week at Blackwell...
Homeless Lady: It's a sad world, Max. But you're so damn young. Oh, if I could go back and be your age again...
Max: I truly wish I could help you.
Homeless Lady: You did the last time you talked to me... Now you look like you could do with help of your own.
Max: Just to find some answers... Plus I think...it's all connected to Rachel Amber's disappearance.
Homeless Lady: A lot of things in Arcadia Bay are connected to Rachel...
Max: Btw the person that almost jumped off the Blackwell roof was Kate Marsh. I was able to actually talk her down from the roof...
Homeless Lady: That was you? If I had a bottle, cheers.
Max: Thanks. Wish I had a bottle for you. But I need to find out who else is involved in this.
Homeless Lady: I'm probably a bigger snoop than you. People pretend to not see me, so I see everybody. And everything.
Max: Frank Bowers knew Rachel... Have you seen him around?
Homeless Lady: I saw him today, looking more jumpy than usual...
Max: I don't know how he hasn't been arrested yet. Plus I think Joyce's husband, David, has something to do with all this.
Homeless Lady: I saw him yesterday walking around, pissed off more than usual...
Max: Because I basically got him kicked out of Blackwell. Including Nathan Prescott?
Homeless Lady: That spoiled shit finally got kicked out of his daddy's school...
Max: He also drugged the girl who tried to jump...
Homeless Lady: Sounds like you know a lot more than me, child.
Max: I just think Arcadia Bay is in trouble...
Homeless Lady: Maybe you'd like to tell me what you're hidin'?
Max: I feel like I can trust you as much as Chloe...and you wouldn't think I'm crazy.
Homeless Lady: Too late for me to judge anybody. Plus, you're not crazy.
Max: I'm just gonna say this...I had a vision of Arcadia Bay being destroyed by a tornado...for real.
Homeless Lady: Could be. Bad mojo is in the air this week. Thanks for the warning, Max.
*Max enters the diner*
Max (thinking): Good Lord, bacon...I'm ready to nosh again. But I need to get those keys from Frank.
*Max goes over to Frank*
Frank: You show up after almost shooting me? You have serious balls, little girl. But hanging out with Chloe, playing with guns and dressing like Rachel doesn't make you cool or tough. The fuck do you want?
Max: How do you know these are Rachel's clothes?
Frank: Because she looks beautiful in them and you look like ass. Aiming a gun doesn't make you any sexier.
Max: Grab your keys and let's check out your RV...
Frank: Let's not. You fucking creep me out.
Max (thinking): In other words, Max, no keys. Maybe I could chat up that officer, or even Nathan, and then go all "Groundhog Day" on them until I get the info I need...
*Max goes over to Officer Berry*
Officer Berry: There she is, Super Maxine. That's your new nickname around the Bay. Sorry, but you did earn it. We're all real proud of you for helping Kate down.
Max: Thanks, Officer Berry. I was just lucky...and right on time. Kate is who counts.
Officer Berry: I'm glad you're representing Blackwell Academy.
Max: I guess Kate Marsh will be the face of Blackwell for a while...
Officer Berry: And you for helping her. That's the kind of school spirit we need more of.
Max: I feel like David Madsen represents Blackwell.
Officer Berry: Not for long. He's a loose cannon. We all respect him for his service but he's too eager.
Max: He's eager to be a dick to me and Chloe.
Officer Berry: That's true. He was ranting about a stolen gun then I tuned out...Somebody's always out to get him.
Max: I thought Nathan Prescott represented Blackwell.
Officer Berry: Don't make me backwash this bacon. You know what the Prescotts represent...
Max: Taking over Arcadia Bay?
Officer Berry: You're not far wrong, Max. I heard the Prescotts are working on some new big land deals...Mr. Prescott helped out my family once, a while ago. So I made a deal with him...That I can't seem to get out of. Man, if I could get one instant replay in life...I better finish my breakfast first.
*Max rewinds*
Max: Well, I heard a rumor you were working for the Prescott family on the side.
Officer Berry: Jesus, doesn't this town ever shut up?
Max: I don't blame you for getting extra work.
Officer Berry: Look, sometimes I check up on the Prescott family to make sure they're doing all right...Nathan, included...Keep this quiet, Max.
*Max goes over to Nathan*
Nathan: Rachel? Whatevathefuck?
Max: Uh...
Nathan: Oh look, "Max Amber." Is that your "punk rock girl" outfit? That was classic watching you turn on your "everyday hero" Jefferson yesterday. Will admit though. What a nice outfit. Looks like ass on you. Sure hope you're not following me. You're in enough trouble after you got David fired... By the way, thanks for getting me fucking expelled, you twee bitch. You're lucky this is a public place...
Max: Considering we're in a public diner with a police officer right over there, you shouldn't advertise your rage... Prescott.
Nathan: Oh yeah? You shouldn't have bitch-snitched on me to that fucked up principal.
Max: I bet you hoped Kate Marsh would stay quiet.
Nathan: Idiot says what?
Max: Did you drug her?
Nathan: You're so stupid, Max. You think you're so goddamn smart too! Don't push me, girl. You don't want me for an enemy, understand? Do you?
Max: Calm down, dude. We're in the diner...
Nathan: Right...Plus, you're an adult now. I can sue for dumb ass for libel. Thanks. Now fuck off, dyke!
Max: Listen Nathan, I'll take back everything I said about-if you hook me up with Frank...know what I mean?
Nathan: You look like you've never even taken a hit of baby aspirin.
Max: How do you think I stay wired all night studying? So is it a deal or not?
Nathan: Calm down, hard up. Deal. You'll get your school supplies. Just go over to Frank and whisper, "Higher Education." He'll hook your ass up...
Max: Your sugar daddy will always protect you-and threaten me.
Nathan: You don't know shit about my father, or me. Nobody here does!
Max: Then tell me what I should know.
Nathan: Why? So you can pretend to care, hm? Spoiler alert, he's an asshole.
Max: Maybe I could help you.
Nathan: I don't need you for anything except to stay out of my fucking business, understand? Now get out of my face!
Max: I bet Frank hooked you and Rachel up with party supplies...
Nathan: Nice try. Rachel partied like a fiend on her own. More than me.
Max: I doubt that.
Nathan: Like you would know, virgin. Even that pig over there knows Rachel hung out more with Frank. I mean, don't talk to the cop about that, dumbass.
Max: I heard your dad hired a local cop to keep an eye out on you and Frank Bowers...like a babysitter.
Nathan: Bullshit. My dad doesn't hire, he owns. And these pigs know better than to narc on me.
Max: Do they? I hope that means Frank won't get busted...
Nathan: Eventually he will. Guy is into some freaky shit. He told me once he took a weird blood oath for Rachel...Uh, forget I told you that. Seriously. Now get off my crack, whore. Keep your piehole shut.
*Max rewinds*
Max: Weren't you supposed to keep your mouth shut about the blood oath Frank took for Rachel?
Nathan: Blood oath? Who-? What the fuck? I never told anybody about that freaky shit...Besides everybody knows Frank is a liar and a loser. Even Rachel did...
Max: Yet Rachel Amber hung out with him more than you.
Nathan: So? Rachel wanted Frank's stash. She let him take pictures...Then he carries around her photo like she posed for love. Dumbass.
*Max goes back to Officer Berry*
Officer Berry: What can I do for you, Max?
Max: Nathan said that Rachel Amber represents Blackwell...with Frank Bowers.
Officer Berry: Bowers ain't no student anymore. Sadly, he does represent one side of Arcadia Bay...I want you to stay out of his orbit, okay? Him and that rabid mutt...
Max: I heard something about Frank Bowers and his puppy. A boy does love his dog...
Officer Berry: Especially when the dog is your personal drooling bodyguard. You can bet he trained that poor thing on blood...
Max: Gross. I wouldn't bet. Where did he get the pup?
Officer Berry: Frank used to bet on dog fights. To his credit, he had a revelation and he saved a bunch of the dogs. Kept one for himself. He's still a creep. You and that Chloe stay away, right?
*Max goes back to Frank*
Frank: What the fuck now?
Max: Could I get you to drop Chloe's debt?
Frank: Aren't you supposed to be a smart student?
Max: You'll find out if you do me this favor...
Frank: Thanks, Godmother. But I don't need your favors. And Chloe doesn't get any from me.
Max: By the way Frank... I was wondering if you had any... uh... "Higher Education."
Frank: Haha! Oh yeah, sure. Do you want "The Afterschool Special" to go with that? Jesus... Look, I don't sell anything but bottles to feed me and my dog. I work for a living, not like you spoiled Blackwell punks with too much time on your hands.
Max: But...
Frank: But nothing. Don't ever ask me for anything ever again. Ever. Now back off.
Max: You act so scary, but... you did save all those dogs...
Frank: One, I'm not acting. Two, who told you about the dogs?
Max: It's actually a great story. You're an animal lover. Could I pet the doggie? I could go grab him from your RV right now...
Frank: I won't even let you pick up the dog shit.
Max: You know, I saw that photo Rachel gave you.
Frank: Uh... How d'you know about that, huh? Chloe, right?
Max: She just told me that one of Rachel's favorite pictures was the one she did for you.
Frank: Really? Yeah, I mean that's what I thought. She was just a natural beauty, y'know. Wait—wait let me... lemme find it... here, judge for yourself.
*Frank takes out the photo of Rachel, puts it on the table, takes out his keys, and places it on the table*
Frank: Btw, you don't want a leash or to look at Rachel's photo—you want these keys right here. Look at your eyes dilate. You're worse than a junkie, Max. But no fix for you.
*Max takes the keys*
Max: I'm afraid I'll have to take your keys now, asshole.
*Frank get up aggressively*
Frank: You did not just do that...! Give me back my keys, bitch! Give me my keys now!
*Max rewinds*
Max (thinking): Key brought, now back to Chloe.
*Max leaves the diner, sees Alyssa at the bus stop, and a truck drives through the large puddle in front of her, drenching her in water*
Alyssa: Are you shitting me?!
*Max rewinds*
Max: Alyssa, watch out!
*Alyssa and Max both take a few steps back and wait for the truck to pass*
Alyssa: Quick thinking, Max!
Max: Whew, that was close, Alyssa!
Alyssa: Okay Max, this is the third time you saved me from harm's way. You must be my angel.
Max: Don't thank me. I haven't done anything special.
Alyssa: You've paid your dues by saving Kate's life on the roof. You really are a Blackwell hero, Max.
Max: True. I mean, nobody else was stepping up to help her. I didn't even think about it.
Alyssa: Well, we're all glad you did. I'm sure it was a strain on you.
Max: Obviously, Kate too. I was just the conduit to save—help her.
Alyssa: Yes, you sure were. And you know it.
Max: No, I'm just lucky. If Kate wanted to jump, she could have...
Alyssa: Well, she didn't because she had a friend who cared enough to help. I hope everybody at Blackwell starts caring...
Max: Amen to that.
Alyssa: Max, we should get a posse to see her in the hospital when they allow visitors.
Max: I'm just glad she came down. Kate's a good person... my friend. And she was almost bullied to death by a video.
Alyssa: It's fucked up. But you're an amazing friend. I want to make sure she knows how many friends she really has from now on.
Max: Amen to that.
Alyssa: Max, we should get a posse to see her in the hospital when they allow visitors. Let's hang later and talk some more.
*Max walks over to Frank's RV, finds Chloe, waves the key in front of her, and Chloe smiles*
Chloe: I should have known. The Amazing SpiderMax.
*Max hands the key to Chloe*
Max: I couldn't have done it without Frank. Now let's get in and out.
Chloe: You'll need this Max!
*Max takes the bone from Chloe*
Chloe: On your mark, get set... throw!
*Chloe opens the door and Pompidou runs toward Max*
Max: Get the treat treat, boy!
*Pompidou chases the bone into the back of the parking lot, he lies down, and begins to chew it*
Chloe: I think we just made that dog our bitch... get it?
Max: Now I can snoop in peace. But let's not waste time.
Max (thinking): The doggie is busy now but he might come back.
*Chloe enters the RV, Max follows, and shuts the door behind her*

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Chloe: Damn, and I thought my room was a shithole.
Max: You're not a creepy drug dealer.
Chloe: Frank has issues, but he's not creepy... At least I didn't think so until I saw him with Rachel's bracelet.
*Chloe sits in the driver's seat*
Chloe: Oh, we could cruise everywhere in this bad boy. Can you see us heading down the coast to Big Sur and beyond?
Max: Yes, we'd be tearing up the highway.
Max: And you'd probably want me to kiss and fuck you again... But seriously. Chloe, we're on a schedule. We need clues about Rachel.
Chloe: I know. Just daydreaming. You scope the area while I hack his computer for info.
Max (thinking): Frank is almost a made-for-TV hoarder. This place is nasty.
Chloe: Crappy wi-fi out here. Must take him days to download porn.
Max: Yuck.
Chloe: Whoa, what the hell is he doing with that dog...
Max: Stop it.
Chloe: I cannot believe he would wear a collar and a furry mask...
Max: You're dumb!
Chloe: Max, you didn't tell me you took photos of Frank in action...
Max: I'm seriously ignoring you.
*Max goes into Frank's bedroom and she tries to open the vent next to the door*
Max (thinking): Okay, this vent is loose. I need something to pry it open...
*Max walks back into the kitchen and takes the knife from the counter*
Max (thinking): This is almost as good as a set of keys.
*Max uses the knife to pry open the vent*
Max (thinking): My blade will open any portal!
*Max removes Frank's Account Book from the vent and notices a picture of Rachel and Pompidou*
Max (thinking): Oh man, Rachel and Pompidou*
*Max looks at Rachel's letter to Frank*
Max (thinking): I don't know if I should be touched or disturbed...
*Max looks at a picture of Rachel driving Frank's RV*
Max (thinking): I'm glad Rachel got to drive this beast. She looks genuinely happy.
*Max looks at a picture of Frank hugging Rachel*
Max (thinking): Rachel really did hang out with Frank.
*Max looks at a picture of Rachel only in her bra and panties and dancing*
Max (thinking): I'm learning more about Rachel than I want to know...
*Max looks at a 2nd letter from Rachel to Frank*
Max (thinking): Hmm, trouble in paradise.
*Max shows the Account Book to Chloe*
Chloe: It makes me ill that Rachel posed like this for Frank... or wrote him love letters... I can't believe she was banging Frank! Rachel straight up lied to my face! Why didn't she say anything?
Max: Because she knew how you would react.
Chloe: Then she wasn't much of a friend, huh? Just another person who shits all over me. Why does everybody in my life let me down? My dad gets killed, you bail on me for years, my mother gloms onto step-fucker... now Rachel betrays me...
Max: Chloe, Rachel is missing. Nobody betrayed you.
Chloe: Bullshit, who hasn't?! Fuck everybody!
Max: Chloe!
*Chloe leaves the RV, throws Frank's keys onto the roof of the diner, Frank watches from the window as Chloe and Max drive away, and continues to eat his beans*

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Max: Chloe, you can't keep blaming me and everybody for everything wrong in your life. It's so not fair.
Chloe: I gotta blame somebody. Otherwise it's all my fault. Fuck that.
Max: It's just life, shit happens, it's nobody's fault, "blah, blah, blah", as Mr. Jefferson would say.
Max: And Kate Marsh...
Chloe: Yes, Kate Marsh ALMOST killed herself. Such sad, okay?! That doesn't make me feel any better about my fucked-up life, get it?
Max: So who do you most want to blame?
Chloe: My fucking dad of course... hello!?
Max: You blame William? Really?
Chloe: Yes, I do. Damn right. He CHOSE to go out that door and leave me forever.
Max: Chloe, your dad didn't "choose" to...leave you.
Chloe: I know that, Max! My mom actually blames herself...just because she wanted a ride home from work. Sometimes...even I blame her.
Max: No, you don't.
Chloe: Yes, Max, I do. Do you know what it's like to wait for your father to come home when you're a kid...and he never does?
Max: No, of course not. But I was with you that day, it was just a terrible accident!
Chloe: I wish that made me feel better. But ever since he died, my life has been dipped in shit.
Max: You don't want to hear this, but you're still here. Alive. With me. And that is no accident.
Chloe: You're right. I don't wanna hear this.
Max: Chloe, I can't do this out on my own. I NEED you with me. And Rachel needs you...
*Chloe drives up to the entrance of Blackwell and looks away from Max*
Chloe: You can't help this time, Max. Not unless you can rewind five years to save my dad... Have a nice day at school.
Max (thinking): I do need a break from the Chloe Rollercoaster... And I just want to help her...
*Max gets out of the car, walks up the stairs to the campus, Chloe drives away, Max heads to Jefferson's classroom, and Jefferson stops herself before she goes in*
Jefferson: Max, can I talk to you for a moment?
Max: Uh, sure, Mr. Jefferson.
Jefferson: I just wanted to see how you were doing?
Max: I'm okay. It's hard to focus on much after what happened...
Jefferson: I know. I'm truly sorry for Kate and that you all had to see that. If you want, there are counselors available. I just wanted to remind you how proud we all are of you for helping Kate.
Max: Thanks, but I didn't do much. She just needed somebody with her...
Jefferson: You are truly modest, Max. Aside from the selfies. But give yourself some content. Hey, you alright?
Max: I just feel weird about what happened in the Principal's office yesterday...
Jefferson: When you accused me of making Kate cry?
Max: Yeah... I feel shitty about you not getting to do the "Everyday Hero" contest... Do you hate me now?
Jefferson: Honestly, Max? I was burned out on the contest. You think I'm a pretentious artist here, imagine me in San Francisco... I'm still rooting for you though.
Max: Thanks, Mr. Jefferson. But a career in photography seems as far away now as San Francisco... I'm just not confident.
Jefferson: Max, if I was as confused as you I might have done the same thing. But I honestly only tried to help Kate.
Max: How did you try to help Kate? She ran away crying...
Jefferson: Max, I'm not a "Everyday Hero." I just tried to help Kate, but she didn't want my advice, okay?
Max: I also saw you and Victoria talking last night...
Jefferson: Who needs a surveillance system when you have Max Caulfield and her camera eye? And, it's none of your business. You might be the nosiest student in the history of Blackwell.
Max: I know, I know, it's a bad habit.
Jefferson: I hope that's not a fatal character flaw... Wouldn't want to deprive the art world of your vision.
Max: What "vision"? Oh, you mean my silly retro selfies? The art world would only laugh.
Jefferson: Also you must mean when you accused Nathan Prescott of drugging Kate and getting him expelled?
Max: Yes, he drugged Kate. I know it. But I do expect him to come after me now...
Jefferson: Since you did reported him for having a gun as well, I want you to be careful around here. Not to scare you. Then again. I think Nathan is more bark than bite. So, don't let him scare you.
Max: Too late. I'm not always that brave.
Jefferson: Also you must mean when you accused David Madsen of bullying Kate and got his Blackwell privileges removed?
Max: Yes, he deserved it. So why do I feel guilty?
Jefferson: I absolutely believe you, but for why you feel guilty. It because you have a good heart, Max. Nothing to feel guilty about. But don't waste that feeling on Madsen. Pardon my French, but he's fucking asshole. Plus, as you can tell, I'm not a fan of his work. Don't let him scare you either. Btw we need to sit down soon and talk about your future in photography, cool?
Max: It's so hard for me to see the future when I'm always looking backwards...
Jefferson: Regret and nostalgia can be a dangerous combo. You can't change the past, Max. You just have to accept your choices and "walk on." Which is my clever exit cue.
*Max and Jefferson enter the classroom*

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*Max sits on the bed in her room, she stares sadly at a photo of herself and Chloe when they were young, she begins to hear faint voices coming from the photo, and the picture starts to shift and change.
Young Chloe: Get a close-up of Max!
Young Max: Knock it off, Chloe!
*Max is startled by the voices and drops the photo on the floor*
Max (thinking): Oh, my god. What is happening now?
*Max slowly leans down, picks up the photo, it begins to change, and voices emanate from it again*
William: Yes, girls. Time for a picture.
Young Chloe: Cheesecake!
William: Come on now, say "pancake"!
Young Max: I can't even see!
*Max focuses on the photo, she ends up going inside her younger self, and there is a flash as William takes a picture with his Polaroid camera*
Chloe: Someday Dad'll get one of them newfangled computers.
William: I hope the flash didn't scare you, Max. This is a keeper.
*Chloe takes the photo out of William's hands*
Chloe: Not until I see it first! You know the rules, Dad! Max, tell him...
*Chloe notices Max's face*
Chloe: Whoa, hey, you look totally pale. Are you okay?
Max: Yeah, I just... Uh...yeah, I'm fine...
William: Okay, Chloe, give me the thumbs-up or thumbs-down...
Chloe: Well, I might just allow this one into the family album...
William: You're the boss.
Chloe: But not the cook? Hint hint, daddy.
William: Yes, we can't expect your mother to rush home and serve us slackers. Who wants to help me make crêpes?
Max (thinking): Now, what is this? William is here! And Chloe is just a kid... Am I that far back in time?
Chloe: You mean pancakes?
William: In France they call them crêpes. And a good French chef needs his assistants. If you want to eat breakfast.
Max (thinking): I'm 18 years old inside my 13-year-old self... How?
Chloe: Oui. I volunteer to break the eggs!
William: Do you remember how many eggs?
Chloe: Mom said it depends.
William: That's true.
Chloe: So, how many eggs?
William: Don't you dare question the chef.
Chloe: Right, like you're the real cook here.
William: I am when your mom's away.
Chloe: I'll let her know that.
*Max tabs Chloe's shoulder and Chloe turns around*
Max: Listen, don't let your dad take his car today. I know it sounds weird but PLEASE believe me, something terrible is going to happen. You have to stop him from driving anywhere!
Chloe: Whatever, weirdo. What kind of thing is that to say about my dad?
Max: I'm not joking...
Chloe: Then you stop him, SuperMax.
*Chloe turns around, resumes cooking, Max tabs William's shoulder, and William turns around*
Max: Uh, Mr. Price, in case you're thinking about using your car...I heard there's awful traffic...and road construction. So you shouldn't drive at all.
William: Max, you are the road warrior. I promise if I have to go anywhere, I'll drive like I'm taking a test. Fair enough?
Max: Not...really... I just know the roads are bad and stuff, so...so you—
William: Since you're obviously my personal GPS, I feel safer already. So don't look so worried, Max.
*William turns around, resumes cooking, and Max grabs the camera*
Max: Now I get to take a picture... Strike a pose!
*William and Chloe turn to face Max*
Chloe: Make me a star!
William: Just make me look young!
*The camera flashes as Max takes a picture, she shakes out the photo, places it and the camera back on the counter, William and Chloe resume cooking, Max goes over to the phone, notices Two Whales Diner phone number, and dials the number*
Max: Uh...hello...hi, could I please talk to Joyce Price? Oh, she left? Damn... Uh, are you sure? Okay, sorry. Thanks.
*Max disconnects the phone*
Max (thinking): Boom, disconnected.
*Max draws a butterfly on the fireplace and William's cell phone rings*
William: Hey, honey! I have no idea why the home phone didn't ring just now. I'm just making a fabulous breakfast with Chloe and Max. We're all going to work at the Two Whales... What? Oh, I didn't know you had to get groceries. Of course I'll come pick you up. Now I'll have an excuse to get a mocha. Be there shortly. Love you.
*William hangs up*
William: Excuse me, ladies, I have to go rescue yonder queen at the Sav-Mart. She doth have many bags of delicious grub for us to feast upon.
Chloe: You are ridiculous.
William: You'll be grateful for that someday. Shit, where are my keys?
*William searches around the room*
Chloe: That's a dollar for the swear jar!
William: You mean your college fund! Keys, please...
*Max takes the keys from under the hat*
Max (thinking): Score!
Max hides the keys in the sink full of water and William continues the search*
William: Shit, where are those keys?
Chloe: Another dollar for the swear jar!
William: You're bankrupting me!
*William pulls out a beeper to locate his keys, he clicks the button on his beeper in several different directions, and the tag on the keys doesn't respond to any of those clicks*
William: I know I had those keys right here... I know it... Forgot all about you, little buddy... Release the keys! Of course. Last time I order from SpyGuy Electronics...
*Max approaches him*
Max: You can take the bus, right? The stop is right down the street!
William: This I can do. Good call, Max.
Max: Oh, yeah, the bus is great! It comes every 15 minutes and there'll be plenty of room for you and Joyce and groceries and it'll save the environment...
*Chloe walks out of the kitchen*
William: You sold me already. I'm off to yonder bus stop. Joyce will love this.
*William waves goodbye and leaves the house*
Chloe: Max, you are being so fucking strange. You feel okay?
*Max holds Chloe's hands and jumps up and down*
Max: Chloe, I am...awesome! We are awesome!
*A timestream montage occurs. William's funeral is replaced with the Prices at a carnival. Chloe wearing a backpack is replaced by Chloe and William taking a selfie. David and Joyce's wedding is replaced with William and Joyce celebrating their anniversary. Chloe arguing with David on her birthday is replaced by Chloe receiving a car on her birthday*

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*Max wakes up and she is sitting on the Blackwell campus at sunset, next to Hayden, Courtney, Logan, Nathan, Zachary, Taylor, and Victoria*
Girl: You are such a ho-bag. I knew you'd hook up with that loser.
Boy: I'm not paying 150 dollars for a concert.
Girl: I heard that the Vortex Club parties are wild.
Boy: Dude, the service fee is like 50 percent—
Zachary/Logan: So that's why she was laughing so hard.
Taylor: All my friends in LA told me that Oregon was gonna be wet and cold every day, but it's like 75 degrees and I haven't seen the rain once since I got here. Is that climate change?
Courtney: No, it's people in Oregon trying to keep Californians out.
*Max looks around in confusion*
Victoria: Helloooo? Are you even listening, Maxine?
Max: Max, never Maxine.
Victoria: I know, sorry, Mad Max. You're not pissed at me, right? Right? Do you wanna go hit the girls' potty and smoke 'em peace pipe?
Courtney: I think Max is high...
Taylor: She's acting, like, so weird... You cool, Max?
Courtney: Nobody listened when I said we shouldn't let her in the Vortex...
Taylor: Courtney, you don't want anybody in the club.
Courtney: Like, whatever, bitch.
*Max gets up and notices Warren and Stella holding hands*
Max (thinking) Warren... He hooked up with Stella?
*Max runs across the campus*
Max (thinking): Oh, no...this is totally fucked up! What else have I changed? Chloe!
*Max gets into the school bus and notices David Madsen is the bus driver. After driving for a while, the bus suddenly stops and everyone goes to look out the windows. Several whales are lying on the beach. Max goes to Chloe's house, knocks on the door, and William answers*
William: Max Caulfield! Taking a break after taking Seattle by storm, huh? Hm... We thought we'd never see you after you left for the big city.
Max: No... I'd never do that to Chloe.
William: Speaking of...I know she's been dying to see you. Hold on.
*William turns around and steps back into the house*
William: Chloe! You have a visitor!
*William steps to the side, Max sees Chloe, covers her mouth in shock, Chloe goes up to the door, Chloe is sitting in a wheelchair and a tube is attached to her neck, and she smiles at Max*

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*Max walks next to Chloe as they stroll down the path next to the beach*
Chloe: It's weird hanging out with you again.
Max: I know... I'm glad we are, though.
Chloe: It was nice that you sent me actual letters. That's more than any of my other friends have done... And you even wrote on that cool parchment paper. That's so Max.
Max: So pretentious. But I love writing on it, like an English poet. You deserve the best stationery.
Chloe: Probably easier to write than to visit me. I don't mean that in a bitchy way. Not totally. You probably wanted to avoid awkward conversations like this.
Max: Uh...pretty much, yeah.
Chloe: Look, the worst thing you can do is treat me like a baby. I still want to laugh and talk shit with my best friend. Can we stop? This is seriously the best view of the sunset. What do photographers call that?
Max: "The golden hour."
Chloe: See? Without you here, I'd have no clue. Bet you could take some amazing shots... Those beached whales are so sad. I kind of know how they feel... At least I'm alive here with you.
Max: You're a real survivor, Chloe. I know you have to deal with so much.
Chloe: I don't want anybody else feeling sorry for me. I can do that...along with my parents. My dad still feels guilty about buying me that car.
Max: Are you okay to talk about the accident?
Chloe: We never actually have, huh? There's not much to say. Some prick in an SUV cut me off and I flew into a ditch.
Max: Do you...remember everything?
Chloe: I saw everything in bullet time. I felt my back snap and... And that was the last thing I ever felt in my body. When I woke up in the hospital, I literally couldn't move a muscle.
Max: Jesus! I...I don't know what to say.
Chloe: Don't say anything. I'm just happy I did get to see you again. I could have ended up vanishing out of the blue like that girl from Blackwell.
Max: You mean Rachel Amber? When was the last time you talked to her?
Chloe: Uh, never. I just read about her in the news. I didn't even know her name. You did?
Max: This is such a different world than when we were kids, isn't it...
Chloe: After that snow and eclipse, it's more like the end of the world.
Max: It might be, but...I'd like to think we can still change things for the better.
Chloe: I'd like to think that too...but I don't have much hope these days.
Max: I know things seem out of control, but...as long as we're together, I don't feel afraid.
Chloe: Hanging out with you makes me feel like a total kid again. You don't even know...
Max: Listen, Chloe...I'm sorry I haven't been out to see you more. That was wrong. You're my best friend.
Chloe: Max, thanks for coming out to see me. You're...you're doing awesome.
Max: I don't think so.
Chloe: Um. My...my nose is getting cold. Maybe we should get back to my place.
Max: It is hella cold out here.
Chloe: "Hella"? I hate that word, no offense.
Max: None taken.
*Max and Chloe turn around and head back towards Chloe's house*

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Max: This is a pretty high-tech lair.
Chloe: Feels like a high-tech cell. But I am lucky my parents bust their ass to take care of me. I know it's hard for them...
Max: They're grateful you are here with them.
Chloe: Right. Especially when they can't even take a walk alone. Sometimes I act like a total teenage brat just to give them an excuse to yell at me. Pathetic, I know.
Max: Chloe, you're a great daughter. You're kind and sensitive, when you don't even have to be.
Chloe: Trust me, I still get my rage on. Especially when a nurse has to watch while I take a dump, so she can wipe my bum. Or when doctors flip me around like I was a science doll...
Max: I can't even imagine... But you're still amazing. You always have been since we were kids.
Chloe: Thanks again for coming, Max. I, uh...need to get my drink on. Can you bring me some water?
*Max gets up from her chair and looks at the cup of water*
Max (thinking): Instead of handing Chloe a bong, I'm feeding her water... Did I give her a choice?
*Max gives Chloe a cup of water on the nightstand*
Max: Drink up, buttercup.
Chloe: Oh man, no wonder my throat is dry. I don't think I've talked this much the whole year.
Max: Have you ever thought about doing a podcast or something?
Chloe: I wish I could punch your face right now. A podcast? Dude, I am a pod in a cast. Boring.
Max: Ouch. It was just a thought...
Chloe: I know you're just trying to help.
Max: Yeah, that's become a bad habit of mine...
Chloe: You sound like an adult now. It seems like we were kids in another life.
Max: To me, it seems like yesterday we were little brats here, watching "Power Rangers" and destroying the kitchen.
Chloe: Oh my God, we covered everything in flour, even my parents.
Max: That was so hilarious!
Chloe: But a long time ago. You're the only person I grew up with who visits me... As you can see, I can't keep all my other friends away.
Max: You have me. I'm not leaving you, Chloe. Chloe: Well, you didn't visit me a lot either. I mean, I loved your cards and photos, but... I know I wasn't around much. No excuses, I'm a loser. But, I am trying to make things right.
Chloe: How? Dude, you're not Super Max. And I'm not trying to guilt-trip you. That's what my parents are for...
Max: I bet. This tech must be crazy expensive. Chloe: Along with the drugs, the nurses, the supplies... Mom and Dad are always broke and they get so frustrated... Is it worth it? Chloe, you're priceless. Uh, no pun intended.
Chloe: You are such a geek. That's why I love you. Of course, I know a geek when I be one. See, I'm practically a human entertainment system. It would be sweet to chill out together and watch a movie, like when you'd spend the night at my house...
Max: What do you want to watch?
Chloe: Uh, I think I'm in, like, a mellow "Blade Runner" mood. I always cry at the end. Plus you know I always wanted to have cool colored bangs like Pris.
Max: I know. You would look incredible with blue hair and so would I. Now let's get this show on the road. And you better not fall asleep on me, like you always do when we watch movies.
Chloe: I remember, Max. Swear I won't fall asleep. Not when you're here. Not yet.
*Max uses the tissue box to clean Chloe's face*
Chloe: Thanks. I think you missed a grain stuck in my eyeball.
Max: Hard to believe how just a little sand can cause such a big mess.
Chloe: It's like that Chinese proverb, "A spark can start a fire that burns the entire prairie." You know, like that butterfly thing...
Max: So I've heard...
Chloe: Max, it is so cool that you're here again.
Max: I'm glad you're think so.
*Max looks at Chloe's drip*
Max (thinking): That must be her mighty morphine machine... No more bongs for her.
*Max opens a drawer and notices all the medical supplies*
Max (thinking): Nothing but medical supplies*
*Max closes the drawer and opens another one*
Max (thinking): She has to use a lot of lotion to keep her blood circulating.
*Max closes the drawer and notices a punk bracelet*
Max (thinking): There's the old Chloe.
*Max notices a mouth-controlled joystick*
Max (thinking): Whoa, Chloe can totally control her computer... It's so great that people get this high-tech help.
*Max notices the really good computer that Chloe got*
Max (thinking): That is so incredible... and she can browse cat videos on the web.
*Max turns Chloe's computer on and looks at the punk website that Chloe is on*
Max (thinking): Chloe is still a punk at heart... but she can't stage dive anymore.
*Max notices the chat room that Chloe is in*
Max (thinking): That's so cool that Chloe has made friends online.
*Max turns the computer off and notices the small amount of makeup that Chloe got*
Max (thinking): I should offer to put makeup on for Chloe. Not that I can, but it would be fun.
*Max notices the bathroom sign on the bathroom door*
Max (thinking): Man, Joyce and William built a whole new bathroom for Chloe. They're so great.
*Max looks at Chloe's message board*
Max (thinking): Chloe's message board since the accident sure looks lonely. I didn't add much in this reality either. Bad Max.
*Max notices a postcard from Max's parents to Chloe*
Max (thinking): It's nice my parents sent a card at least.
*Max notices a postcard from someone named Megan to Chloe*
Max (thinking): I wonder who this is. Kind of a generic card.
*Max notices the letter that Max sent to Chloe*
Max (thinking): I wasn't very available to Chloe. Real nice, Max. But at least in this reality. I actually sent letters to Chloe.
*Max looks at the photo that Max sent to Chloe*
Max (thinking): At least I sent road-trip selfies to Chloe. I'm sure that made her feel great. But again. At least I did do that in this reality.
*Max looks at Chloe's wheelchair*
Max (thinking): I still can't believe I put Chloe in that chair...
*Max notices all of Chloe's snow globes*
Max (thinking): Snow globes are taking over.
*Max notices Chloe still got the snow doe*
Max (thinking): Awww, the snow doe... I guess not everything changed.
Chloe: You're the only friend that kept in touch.
Max: I should have kept more in touch.
*Max opens another drawer and notices their mixtape*
Max (thinking): Oh my God, I made that mix for her when we were twelve.
*Max closes the drawer and looks at the Teddy Bear*
Max (thinking): "Hello Chloe." She likes fluffy animals now.
*Max looks at Chloe's heat lamp*
Max (thinking): That's a serious heat lamp.
*Max looks outside the window*
Max (thinking): Does Chloe look at the garden and think about her childhood? She can't even feel the grass now...
*Max looks at the photo that she took of Chloe and William*
Max (thinking): I'm glad I took this photo. Chloe has a new memory of William and her together.
*Max opens another drawer and notices Chloe's May 22nd 2010 report card*
Max (thinking): Wowser, Chloe was a straight-A student. She could have gone to any college.
*Max looks at the letter from Principal Wells*
Max (thinking): Gutless bastard. I am glad Chloe stole your bullshit fund. Even if it was in another reality.
*Max closes the drawer*
Chloe: I'm glad you're as nosy as ever.
Max: I don't want to disappoint you.
*Max opens another drawer and notices a photo of Chloe, Joyce, and William*
Max (thinking): Despite everything, they're still a happy family again...
*Max notices the poster about skateboards*
Max (thinking): It's cool in this reality, Chloe really loves skating too.
*Max looks at Chloe's lifter*
Max (thinking): At least Chloe doesn't weigh that much.
*Max looks at Chloe's Medical Ventilator*
Max (thinking): Oh man, she has to use that ventilator just to breathe.
*Max looks at the DVD Player*
Max (thinking): So, here's the DVD Player. Now I just need to find the DVD.
*Max searches the left drawer beneath the TV to get the DVD*
Max (thinking): Aha, here's the DVD.
*Max looks at the DVD Player again*
Max (thinking): Now we have a movie night.
*Max places the DVD in the player, she sits next to Chloe, they start watching Blade Runner*

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*Max wakes up in the morning*
Max: I cannot believe you fell asleep so fast. How dare you.
Chloe: I know you were beat down after the day with me. And Blade Runner is a pretty dreamy movie to watch at night. Uh, do you think Deckard is a replicant? Sorry, I can see you're not wide awake like me.
Max: No, I'm sorry I crashed so hard. Were you...okay?
Chloe: I do have a mother and father when you're not falling asleep on me.
Max: You are a bitch in the morning.
Chloe: It's the company I keep... Yesterday was such a blast.
Max: It was great, seeing you.
Chloe: I know things were different when we were just dorky kids, but being with you made me feel like we were little pirates, jumping and running through the forests again. It meant a lot to me just to chill out with you and bullshit. Ahh... Fuck. Um, I'm getting my regular head pains... Uh, can you pretty please go upstairs and get my--my morphine injector in the bathroom?
Max: Morphine injector?
Chloe: It's--ahh. It's total Star Trek shit. You can't even see the needle. Seriously, I need it. Um, my parents keep the swag upstairs because they think I can't get to it...but you can, Max. Like a pirate, right?
Max: I'm on it, Chloe.
*Max gets up*
Chloe: So, are you sure it isn't too weird for you to be hanging out with me like this?
Max: Kind of, but only because I haven't seen you in so long... I was selfish.
Chloe: No, you were busy kicking ass. I don't blame anyone for bailing on me. People suck. Just joking. But I do feel grateful I can see the ocean, that I have parents who love me, and that my best friend is here with me today.
Max: Exactly. So, what else do you need?
Chloe: Well, hot monkey sex would be nice. Oh, look, I made Maxine blush! So, are you dating anyone at Blackwell?
Max: Not really, no. There are some cute boys there, but you know me... I'm too damn shy. Chloe: Which is stupid because you are so damn cool. Some bro has to be crushing on you.
Max: This guy Warren asked me out, but I turned him down. Now he's with somebody else...
Chloe: His loss. You need to move on, girl. Plenty of fish in the 'Bay... Shit, I sound like my dad.
Max: That's okay if you sound like William. He really cares about you.
Chloe: Rub it in. I can't ever get mad at the fool. He does so much for me... I haven't done jack for him.
Max: You have. You're here with your family.
Chloe: More like they're here for me. But then, so are you... so it's all good.
*Max leaves the bedroom and looks at the overdue payment mail for William and Joyce*
Max (thinking): Damn, this is just for Chloe's basic supplies...
*Max looks at the Eifel Tower prop*
Max (thinking): Bonjour! That's great they finally went to Paris.
*Max's phone goes off and she looks at it*
(Victoria): Max, are we cool?
Just wanted to make sure since you walked away so fast.
Nathan was worried too.
If you want to talk, hit me up, k?
Love U!
(Victoria): Max, if you’re mad, just tell me, k?
(Victoria): Silence. So if you want to talk, my door is open.
Love U!!!
Max (thinking): Vic, I would reply or even go visit you or anyone that I hanged out with in the reality, but I wouldn't know what to say since you all would be different than how you all are from the reality that I had came from. So, what is the point of going to see any of you. I would end up confusing you all due to not being the Max that you all know in this reality.
*Max puts her phone away and she looks at the small TV that William and Joyce got*
Max (thinking): They gave Chloe their giant expensive HD TV and they use her shitty tube television.
*Max looks at the car keys on the table*
Max (thinking): To think that our destiny is linked to goddamn car keys...
*Max looks at the house and notices it is fully painted blue*
Max (thinking): The house looks so great. William finally had the time to paint the house and fix up the garden.
*Max looks at the dead birds in the trash can*
Max (thinking): Look at all these dead birds... It's happening here too...?
*Max looks at Bongo's gravestone*
Max (thinking): I'm sorry, Bongo kitty, but you passed on before I changed this reality...
*Max notices that Max's and Chloe's drawing got moved to where Chloe can see it*
Max (thinking): Chloe actually moved our drawing so she could see it from her room... Chloe...
*Max looks at the spot that used to be Chloe's swing set*
Max (thinking): Oh man, the swing is gone now... Must have been sad for Chloe when William took it down.
*Max looks at the window that is open*
Max (thinking): I'm glad Chloe gets a room with a view.
*Max looks at the butterfly that she drew on the fireplace*
Max (thinking): Yep, that's the same graffiti from before...
*Max looks at the newspaper and sees article about the beached whales*
Max (thinking): These whales are just a preview of the tornado to come... and the Prescott Foundation? Jesus.
*Max notices article about Rachel Amber*
Max (thinking): Rachel Amber is even missing in this reality... I guess I can't change everything.
*Max looks at the paper that William looking at*
Max (thinking): They might get their own home taken away because of medical bills... That's terrible.
Max: Hey, William. Am I bothering you?
William: Why, yes, Max, I love going through bills. Kidding. How can you bother me? I haven't seen you in forever.
Max: I know. You look exactly the same. It's so cool.
William: Good, or I'd be ascared if I didn't look like me... Of course, you seem more adult now. So what's on your mind?
Max: So you finally made it to Paris?
William: "Oui," as they say. Not me, because I can't speak French. But it was a great experience, especially for Chloe.
Max: I can see her loving it there. You guys rock for going on a family adventure like that.
William: She talked about going to school there...but that's not practical anymore. It's not fair, Max...
Max: Being around you and Joyce again is so nostalgic. William: Very old school, as they say. I think it's great for Chloe to see you. It makes Joyce happy, too. So it's not all bad news in Arcadia Bay. Or is it?
Max: What do you think is going on with all of this crazy weather and animals dying?
William: Nobody knows, right? It's Nostradamus type shit, pardon my French. But all I actually care about now is Chloe and Joyce. My family.
Max: The Prescott family might be bad news. What do you think about them?
William: Evil. Next question?
Max: Sounds like you know them well.
William: More than I want to. But Joyce has to work for those greedy bastards at Pan Estates. I don't even like to think about it.
Max: I was reading about that missing girl...Rachel Amber?
William: Oh yes, she went to Blackwell, right? Poor thing. That's a real nightmare for a family... I get scared thinking about Chloe and that we might...lose her someday.
Max: I don't know how to say this, but I am truly sorry about what happened to Chloe. William: Me too. All it takes is a few minutes to change a girl's whole life. But she's alive. And she's been a trooper.
Max: She is so amazing. I'm so glad you're here to help her...and be her father.
William: I'm so glad Joyce is here to help us both. Max, I just hate to think of what would happen to Chloe if I wasn't here...
Max: William, I just want you to know that whatever happens, I'll always be here for Chloe. Always.
William: I know you will, Max.
Max: I was impressed by Chloe's room and all the high-tech equipment.
William: You should be. We could buy a few mansions for what it all costs. The insurance helps, but...I don't know, Max.
Max: I know it must be hard on you guys, financially.
William: These bills are more like crushing. We have to mortgage our home and that's pretty scary...but we'll get through it. The Price is always right. Get it? No?
Max: I have to go see if Chloe needs anything. It was so great talking with you again.
William: You act like it's the last time. And please, keep me from this bills whenever you want.
*Max looks at the old Swearing jar*
Max (thinking): No change to spare anymore. Now it's back to cookies.
*Max looks at the food coupons*
Max (thinking): Joyce is a food coupon boss.
*Max looks at a Garage Sale sign on the table by the garage door*
Max (thinking): Joyce and William never had a garage sale before...
*Max looks at the mail*
Max (thinking): They're drowning in debt... just to take care of their daughter. Such bullshit.
*Max goes upstairs and looks at Chloe's old bedroom door*
Max (thinking): Chloe's door doesn't have a warning anymore.
*Max enters Chloe's room and notices a letter from the Prescott Foundation on top of a box*
Max (thinking): Too bad Joyce and William can't get any help from the Prescott Foundation...
*Max looks at the clutches*
Max (thinking): They brought clutches for Chloe, hoping she might walk again.
*Max notices a box of clothes*
Max (thinking): I would open this and take them all by to my dorm, so I could wear them, but I probably shouldn't.
*Max notices a box of toys*
Max (thinking): "Toys." I kinda want to open this and see what's in here.
*Max notices the box of shoes*
Max (thinking): "Shoes." Chloe always did love stomping around in her boots. Who knows I could make a Chloe cosplay by grabbing the boots inside that box and whatever clothes that is in the box of clothes, but nah.
*Max looks at the letter from William's brother*
Max (thinking): I never heard much about William's brother.
*Max sits down in Chloe's old bedroom*
Max (thinking): I'm still overwhelmed by this new reality. And I feel so guilty for putting Chloe and her family through this. I could give Chloe the choice to keep William alive, but that would be cruel. But then I see that they're a family again, and... who am I to judge?
*Max gets up and looks at Max's and Chloe's old heigh wall*
Max (thinking): I guess we stopped growing up together.
*Max looks at the closet*
Max (thinking): At least we never had to hide from step-douche.
*Max looks at the drawing of a blue butterfly*
Max (thinking): A blue butterfly? I'm sure this is a total coincidence...
*Max looks outside the window*
Max (thinking): Apparently the only thing that hasn't changed is this view.
*Max looks at the Arcadia Bay picture*
Max (thinking): It's all about you, Arcadia Bay, isn't it?
*Max enters Joyce's and William's room*
Joyce: Aw, Max, it so nice to have you around.
*Max looks at the photo of Joyce and William kissing, while Joyce is pregnant*
Max (thinking): Look at them... They have no idea what's in their future.
*Max notices a photo of Chloe*
Max (thinking): That is such a sweet shot of Chloe. I wonder who took the picture.
*Max opens a drawer and sees a book belonging to William*
Max (thinking): William is trying so hard. He's still awesome.
*Max closes the drawer and notices a letter on the table*
Max (thinking): Oh no... I didn't realize how bad Chloe's injury really was...
*Max opens the drawer on the other side and sees a book belonging to Joyce*
Max (thinking): Joyce is already a supermom.
*Max closes the drawer and looks at the ashtay*
Max (thinking): Hmmm, Joyce used to hate smokers in the diner.
Joyce: Good morning, Max. You and Chloe are so much quieter now than when you were kids.
Max: I remember. It's nice waking up in your house again.
Joyce: Oh, William and I love it. Finally seeing you and Chloe together after all these years...after the accident...
Max: I wish I was a better friend. I know Chloe doesn't get many visitors.
Joyce: Oh, Max, you're Chloe's best friend for a reason. You're here exactly when she needs you.
Max: I hope so. You guys do such an amazing job taking care of her.
Joyce: We can only do so much...and she gets damn sick of her parents. That's why it's so important you came to spend time with her.
Joyce: Max, Chloe's condition is not improving. Her respiratory system is very weak and she...she...do you know what I'm saying?
Max: Oh, Joyce, I'm so sorry you have to go through all this.
Joyce: Bad or good, I embrace every moment with my daughter and husband. This is what it means to be a family...and we'll always be one, no matter what.
Max: I have to tell you how much I love seeing you and William together again.
Joyce: He's been such a hero through all this. Chloe and I are lucky to have him.
Max: Chloe and William still seem like they get along so good.
Joyce: Yeah, those two are closer now more than ever. Chloe will actually listen to William, while she usually ignores me. Oh, it's so cute when they gang up on poor ol' me...
Max: You rule, Joyce.
Joyce: Shit, things would be different if I did... I like how you think, kid.
Max: How are you doing, Joyce?
Joyce: I'm doing the best I can, Max. I won't lie, it's difficult...but nobody said life was easy here in Arcadia Bay.
Max: Plus you guys have to work, too.
Joyce: Bill and I have no time for ourselves, and we're working more than we're living. I even had to take a part-time gig at Pan Estates. Ugh.
Max: Do you know the Prescotts?
Joyce: I know that Sean Prescott won't be happy until he owns everything in Arcadia Bay. Stay away from his son, Nathan.
Max: So, what do you think is going on here with all this eco-havoc?
Joyce: Maybe Arcadia Bay just wants to be left alone... I know the feeling. Honestly, I don't give a shit about too much outside our house.
Max: I don't blame you, Joyce.
Joyce: Except now we have dead birds and beached whales outside our front door... So maybe I should care, for Chloe's sake.
Max: Do you know somebody named David Madsen? He, um...might hang out at the Two Whales.
Joyce: Well, that was random. Yeah, he's a bus driver. He comes in sometimes. Cute, quiet. Why?
Max: Oh, um...I was just...curious.
Joyce: You always were. Nice to see that everything doesn't change.
Max: I better get back to Chloe now. It's good talking with you, Joyce.
Joyce: You too, honey.
*Max leaves the bedroom, enters the bathroom, switches the light on, opens the cabinet, and looks at the medicine inside*
Max (thinking): It's cool that Chloe uses natural medicine, too.
*Max closes the cabinet and looks at her reflection in the mirror*
Max (thinking): How's it's going, time tripper? Funny, I think I look older...
*Max opens a cupboard and notices all the medicine*
Max (thinking): The bathroom looks almost the same, just more medicine.
*Max closes the cupboard, opens the other one, and takes the morphine injector*
Max (thinking): Here it is. Never thought I'd be delivering morphine to my best friend.
*Max closes the cupboard, leaves the bathroom, goes back downstairs, returns to Chloe, and gives her the morphine*
Chloe: Finally. Give me the blue pill...
Max: I'm sorry. I'm nosy, but not precise.
Chloe: Go ahead and plug it right in. It's so easy. And painless.
Max: Um, okay, but get ready to yell for your folks if I screw up.
*Max injects the morphine into Chloe's IV*
Chloe: Oh, trust me, I will. Of course, my pain just keeps getting worse...but you caught me on a good day. Max, I'm so grateful that I'm even able to hang out with you. See, I'm getting mushy. I'm already high.
Max: You are so adorable. Do you want anything else?
Chloe: Um, stop me if I'm being too emo, but can you grab one of the photo albums over there? I'd like to check out some old pictures of us when we were kids.
Max: Please. My diary is like emo ground zero. Plus Max Caulfield does not pass up a photo op with Chloe Price. Ever.
*Max looks at the photo album*
Max (thinking): So Chloe has her own photo album.
*Max takes the photo album, returns to Chloe, and places the album on Chloe's lap*
Max: Is that okay?
Chloe: Perfect. Oh my god, look how little we are there! We look like toys!
Max: I remember that day by the lighthouse.
Chloe: My dad was pissed at us. He actually tried to give us a time-out!
Max: And you laughed at him. My dad would have banished me.
*Max turns the page*
Chloe: Whoa, awesome picture. We look so badass in our pirate gear.
Max: We should have taken over Arcadia Bay when we had the chance.
Chloe: There's still time for you...
*Max turns the page*
Chloe: Oh man, there we are making pancakes. I love that shot of us. It's hard to believe my dad took that picture only five years ago.
Max: Literally seems like yesterday...
Chloe: I wish it was.
Max: Me too...
Max (thinking): This photo... Maybe I could...
Chloe: Listen, Max, my respiratory system is failing and...and it's only getting worse. I've heard the doctors talking about it when they thought I was zonked out. So I know I'm just putting off the inevitable, while my parents suffer along...and I will, too. This isn't how I want things to end.
Max: What? What are you saying?
Chloe: I'm saying that being with you again has been so special. I just wanted to feel like when we were kids running around Arcadia Bay...and everything was possible. And you made me feel that way today. I want this time with you to be my last memory... Do you understand?
Max: Yes, I do.
Chloe: All you have to do is crank up the IV to eleven...
Max: Chloe...I really don't know if I can do this. I had another friend who wanted to...end it all and I did everything I could to try and save her life. How can I be responsible for ending yours? I mean, there's got to be another way.
Chloe: Max, you were there for your friend no matter what. Now I'm asking you to help me the same way.
Max: I want to help you, Chloe, but I think my help is hurting.
Chloe: At least you have a choice. When you want to make a decision, you can just do it. Look at me, I'm at the mercy of...everybody. For once, I want to make my own choice...the most important one of my life. Please...help me, Max.
Max: Chloe, before I do something. I have something want to do with you.
Chloe: And what is that?
*Max gets up, kisses Chloe, they kiss for a few moments, and Max goes back to sitting down*
Chloe: Damn Max. How long have you been wanting to do that?
Max: Ever since I got reunited with you.
Chloe: Did you do that just so you could my mind?
Max: Was hoping to.
Chloe: As much as it would be nice to stay alive after that. I still would prefer for you to be the one to end my life.
Max: Chloe...
Chloe: I'll just drift asleep...dreaming of us here together...forever.
*Max gets up, turns up the IV, and sits back down again*
Chloe: Thank you so much. I'm so proud of you for following your dreams. Don't forget about me.
Max: Never.
Chloe: I love you, Max. See you around.
Max: Sooner than you think.
*Chloe's eyes close, her muscles relax, and Max looks at the photo*
Max: I'm sorry, William...
*Max focuses on the photo, she returns to her 13-year-old body, and camera flashes*
Chloe: Someday Dad will get one of them newfangled computers.
William: I hope the flash didn't scare you, Max. This is a keeper.
*The phone rings and William picks up*
William: Hello? Hey, honey... What? Oh, I didn't know you had to get groceries. Of course I'll come pick you up.
*Max stands near the fireplace and looks at the photo William just took*
William: Shit, where are my keys?
Chloe: That's a dollar for the swear jar!
William: You mean your college fund. Keys, please...
*William searches under the hat and finds the keys*
William: A-ha! You can't hide from me forever!
*Max burns the photo in the fireplace*
William: And no Chloe and Max wine-tasting session...
Chloe: Dad!
William: Don't blow it because tonight your mother promised to make her world-famous salmon surprise with chocolate cake for dessert. Max, you'll be here too, right?
Chloe: She's never leaving me!
William: That makes all of us.
*William walks out the door and Max leans against the wall with her head in her hands*
Chloe: Max, you are being so fucking strange, like you're never going to see us again.
Max: Chloe, I'm so sorry... I tried to make things different for you... I...I did try...I'm sorry.
Chloe: I don't know exactly what you're talking about, but come on.
*Chloe holds Max's hands and lets go*
Chloe: You have made things different, like my whole life. You're my best friend. I've got you and a great family. What's to be sorry for? We'll be best friends forever. And when we grow up we're taking over the world.
Max: Listen, whatever happens, I want you to be strong. Even if you feel like I wasn't there for you...because I will never abandon you, Chloe.
*Max holds Chloe's hands*
Max: I'll always have your back. Always.
The timestream of the alternate timeline revert back to the original events*

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*Max wakes up in Chloe's room*
Max: Chloe...you're alive. Yes!
*Max hugs Chloe and immediately kisses her*
Chloe: Whoa! Down, Max! You get one kiss and a tease of fucking me and now you're want to be all over me...
Max: I'm just...I'm just--I'm so glad you're here!
Chloe: You sound high, but thanks for the morning grope. Since we were up all night playing "CSI: Arcadia Bay," I was still spaced out here, trying to put all this info together.
*Max sits down on the edge of Chloe's bed*
Chloe: Max, did you forget we've gone over this? I hope you weren't messing around with time while I was sleeping...
Max: Not anymore. I'm just spaced out, too.
Max (thinking): Welcome back to the real world, Max... I don't think I can ever tell Chloe about what happened.
*Max gets up*
Max: Let's look at the big board and see all our pieces in the puzzle so far.
*Max looks at the newspaper clipping on the bed*
Max (thinking): Damn, this is a serious expose on the Prescotts... Finally!
*Max looks at all papers on the floor*
Max (thinking): Even Holmes and Watson didn't use every piece of information.
*Max looks at the cup of coffee by Chloe*
Max (thinking): Staying up all night is the best excuse to drink lotsa coffee.
*Max looks at Chloe*
Max (thinking): I wish I could tell Chloe how much William cared for her...
*Max takes a photo of Chloe and looks at Chloe's ashtray*
Max (thinking): Yes, Chloe Price was here.
*Max looks at the handicapped funds*
Max (thinking): There's Chloe cash stash... Sorry, Principal Wells.
*Max looks at the photo of Chloe and William in the box on the floor*
Max (thinking): I'm so sorry, William... It's not fair you had to die twice.
*Max looks at the blue butterfly photo in Chloe's jacket pocket*
Max (thinking): This butterfly photo seems like a million years ago... How much time have I altered since?
*Max looks at Chloe's snow doe*
Max (thinking): That snow doe always makes me think of William and Chloe.
*Max looks at the magazine that Chloe got*
Max (thinking): That's my Chloe.
Chloe: I'm getting lost in all this shit.
*Max examines the board*
Max: So close, yet so far away... We have to do three main things.
Chloe: Right...uh, what things?
Max: One, decipher Frank's logbook. Two, get Nathan's phone to find out where he's been during the Vortex Club parties with Kate and Rachel. And see whatever hidden shit he's got in his messages.
Chloe: Three, beat step-douche down until he tells us about Frank, Nathan, and the "Dark Room."
Chloe: And I do have a gun now...
Max: Keep it in your pants. We'll have to do this on our own.
Chloe: Dude, at least let me kick his ass, then rewind--Fine, whatevs, it's your power.
Max: Which I can't waste on shit like that. Or Blackwell would be in big trouble.
Chloe: At least you let me take that money to pay Frank off.
Max: Don't remind me. I just want him off your back. Our back...
Chloe: I know. You should get busy in the garage to see what dirt you can dig up. I'm going to cyberstalk some names and see where that leads...or to who.
Chloe: And be careful of step-crack. He's not going to be a happy camper after you reamed him yesterday, and Mom is giving him the boot...
Max: I'm on it, partner.
Max (thinking): I can't abuse this level of my rewind power... It's way too dangerous, and I need to navigate the present without messing up the past...
*Max leaves Chloe's room and a bird flies into bathroom*
Max (thinking): Oh no, that poor little bird has been trapped in here!
*Max enters the bathroom, turns the light on, scares the bird, it flies towards the stairs, Max leaves the bathroom, opens the window, scares the bird, and it flies outside the window*
Max (thinking): Fly! Be free!
*Max looks outside the window*
Max (thinking): It's such a warm beautiful day. How could a killer storm just pop up tomorrow?
*Max looks at Joyce's and David's bedroom door*
Max (thinking): Since David might be in there, I better mosey along for a change.
*Max looks at the Arcadia Bay picture*
Max (thinking): This might be the last poster advertising Arcadia Bay after tomorrow night...
*Max goes back into the bathroom and look into the sink*
Max (thinking): Last time I wanted to splash some water on my face, my whole life changed...
*Max uses the sink, Max opens a cabinet, and looks at the blue hair dye*
Max (thinking): That blue dye makes me so happy. It means the real Chloe is back... with me. Plus, it means if I need to dye my hair again. I know where to come.
*Max goes downstairs, she sees David standing near the doorway holding a suitcase, and he is looking at the pictures on the corkboard*
David: You won this battle, Max. You broke up my family. I salute you.
Max: David, I didn't try to hurt you. Ever. But I won't let anybody hurt Chloe.
David: Too late, isn't it? You just better be damn careful with her. Don't you wander off into the dark...
*David leaves, Max's phone buzzes, and she looks at it*
(Warren): Yo yo Max.
Your friend Chloe txtd me that I’m out of the loop now.
She sounds hot so I get why.
(Max): Chloe actually texted you?
(Warren): I sure didn't have her number.
Now I get why you didn't want to "Go Ape" with me.
You should go with Chloe.
(Warren): She looks cool enough for you.
(Max): I have a lot of cool friends. Like you.
(Warren): Yes, you do. Just my luck.
(Max): And mine. I have to jet. TTYL.
*Max puts her phone away and looks at the front door*
Max (thinking): I helped Joyce William, and now David.
*Max looks at the photos on the corkboard*
Max (thinking): David isn't any different from me when he's looking at those family photos.
*Max notices a hotel info is sitting by the phone*
Max (thinking): Looks like David already booked a room.
*Max looks at the TV that showing the beached whales*
Max (thinking): Those poor whales are like beached angels. What is going on here?
*Max looks at the swear jar*
Max (thinking): Looks like they're back on the road to Paris.
*Max notices the note from Joyce to David on the fridge*
Max (thinking): Ouch.
*Max notices the clock ain't moving*
Max (thinking): Did I actually cause that clock to stop?
*Max puts her hand to the clock, a ladybug flies away, and the clock continues to move forward*
Max (thinking): Oh... There's a ladybug stuck in the dials.
*Max looks at the clock*
Max (thinking): Time keeps on ticking.
*Max sits down on the stool*
Max (thinking): Somehow I existed in this whole other reality, but I don't know what happened... The more I use my power, the more I see how little control I have over what happens. Now Max Caulfield exists in two or maybe three different realities... How can I have a destiny? If these alternative lives exist, I hate the thought of William and Joyce finding Chloe like that. Thinking about all these lifelines almost makes my head hurt worse than the rewind.
*Max gets up and notices her butterfly drawing is there on the fireplace*
Max (thinking): My butterfly sketch doesn't exist in this timeline... like William. "Max the Time Bandit" strikes again.
*Max looks at the newspaper*
Max (thinking): To think this all started with my vision of a tornado...
*Max opens sliding glass door, goes outside, and looks at the unpainted house*
Max (thinking): William never finished painting that wall...
*Max looks at the three lineup dead birds on the ground*
Max (thinking): Poor birds... I guess David wasn't in the mood to clean up.
*Max opens sliding glass door, goes back inside, and looks at the scrambled up wedding photo of Joyce and David on the table*
Max (thinking): Joyce must be so upset... Are you helping anybody, Max?
*Max enters the garage*
Max (thinking): It looks like David finished his car repairs. Maybe there's some new clues around.
*Max notices a note from Sean Prescott to David*
Max (thinking): Hmmm, what the hell did David do for Nathan? And what did his dad do for David?
*Max looks at David's gun rack*
Max (thinking): Either Chloe stole another gun or David is out there armed...
*Max looks at the box full of Joyce's and David's wedding stuff*
Max (thinking): Oh jeez, David is packing up wedding stuff too.
*Max looks at the box full of William's stuff*
Max (thinking): That makes me sad. It was so incredible to see William again. I wish Chloe could, too.
*Max looks at the crumbled up letter that David wrote for Joyce*
Max (thinking): There's more to David Madsen than meets the eye. He should finish this letter to Joyce...
*Max notices a email printout from Wells to David*
Max (thinking): Should I have signed the petition? Blackwell sure isn't "safe and private" anymore...
*Max notices email printout from Ms. Grant to David*
Max (thinking): Oh, meow, Ms. Grant. Twist that knife.
*Max notices email printout from someone random to David*
Max (thinking): At least he has one weird fan...
*Max notices email printout from David to Wells*
Max (thinking): Wish I had surveillance footage of that conversation.
*Max notices a blueprint for cameras at Pan Estates*
Max (thinking): Surveillance cameras at Pan Estates? David must be working for the Prescotts, too.
*Max notices a bird nest that being protected by a plank*
Max (thinking): Awww, look at the baby blue jay eggs in the nest! I better move this plank if I want to take the shot...
*Max looks at the plank*
Max (thinking): This plank is good for nest protection, but bad for a nest photo*
*Max moves the plank*
Max (thinking): Excuse me, just one picture, please.
*Max looks at the nest again*
Max (thinking): Oh, please don't make these little birds die like the others...
*Max takes photo of the nest*
Max (thinking): Click! Another photo for my "Arcadia Bay Wildlife Series."
*Max moves the plank back to protect the nest*
Max (thinking): Thank you! Sleep tight, my eggy weggs.
*Max looks at the padlock on the locker*
Max (thinking): Whoa, that is a serious padlock on that locker. Hey, David, whatcha hidin'?
*Max enters "7171" into the padlock and it works*
Max (thinking): Oh yes, I knew that number would be important.
*Max notices a binder and notices what is inside*
Max (thinking): Whoa... Maps, notes, coordinates, photos of Kate, Nathan... Oh, yes!
*Max puts the binder away and closes the locker*
Max (thinking): Score! Back to Chloe now.
*Max opens the garage door, goes to the bottom of the stairs, and calls out to Chloe*
Max: Yo, Chloe, are you ready yet? I have to get back to my dorm!
Chloe: Are we happy?
Max: Very happy. I hit the secret file jackpot. Kate, Nathan, and Rachel. Plus, there's some location coordinates. David is, like, a one-man surveillance army. Now let's get the hell out of here, before we get busted. But I absolutely have to go see Kate in the hospital right now. I want to find out how she's doing.
*Max and Chloe get in the truck and drive to the hospital*

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*Max and Chloe make it to the hospital and go up to Kate's floor*
Max: This is definitely Kate's floor.
Chloe: Hospitals always freak me out.
Max: I hear you. But imagine how Kate feels... I'm so glad I get to see her again. I hope it's not too weird for her.
Chloe: No, she'll be stoked to see you. Who wouldn't be?
*Max and Chloe reach the door to Kate's hospital room*
Max: This be it. I'm a little nervous...
Chloe: Just go in there and be her friend. I'll wait out here so you can chill by yourselves.
*Chloe sits in a chair against the wall*
Chloe: I was a... I was a total dick for blowing a fuse when Kate called the other day. I had no idea what shit she was going through. I stopped you from being her friend. But you saved her... like me. I'm sorry.
Max: Thanks, Chloe, but don't be sorry. We're all on the same team.
Chloe: Team Max. Let Kate know we're gonna string Nathan up by his balls then.
Max: Oh, yes. I'm on it.
*Max enters the room, Kate sees Max, they smile at each other, Kate jumps up, and gives Max a hug*
Kate: Max!
Max: Oh, Kate!
Kate: I thought I'd never see you again. I feel so ridiculous... I'm so sorry.
Max: Kate, listen to me... you have nothing to be sorry about. Other people do. You do not know how happy I am to see you. You look awesome. Is it a stupid question if I ask how you're doing?
Kate: Now that you're here, I'm doing even better. I'm so grateful to you for coming up to the roof to talk me down... Max, I felt so lost and alone... but when I saw how much you cared, how hard you were trying... you made me realize I wasn't alone. Thank you.
Max: Kate, there are so many people who love you and want to help you.
Kate: I know, you should see all the letters and postcards. I gave most of the flowers to other patients here because they need them more than me. I'm keeping the balloons, though. One of the nurses gave me some pen and paper so I could do some drawings.
*Kate sits down again and resumes drawing*
Max: I love your illustrations.
Kate: They got kind of dark there for a while, but I have an idea for a new children's book about bullying... I was thinking about having some photographs in there too.
Max: I hope that's a subtle hint that you'll let me take the photographs for the book...
Kate: Was that subtle? You better take the pictures, Max. I'm going to be here for another day until my family comes out to visit.
Max: How are they treating you?
Kate: Like they need to protect me forever. They're so upset and I know they feel guilty, even though they didn't do anything. I was surprised how many students from Blackwell wrote me. Daniel, Mr. Jefferson... Even Victoria wrote me a very sweet note... and I believe she was being real.
Max: Me too. I'm glad you believe again, Kate.
Kate: I'm working on it, Max. I just pray I can get this drawing right.
*Max looks at the postcard that everyone, but Nathan signed*
Max (thinking): That is so sweet... even Victoria signed. But not Nathan...
*Max looks at postcard with a flower on it that came from Victoria*
Max (thinking): Victoria Chase might be Queen Bitch, but she's not evil...
*Max notices a email printout from Wells to Kate*
Max (thinking): Principal Wells knows how to step it up when he wants to...
*Max notices the photo of Kate and her sisters*
Max (thinking): Thank you, sisters. You really saved Kate.
*Max notices Kate still got the book that Max returned*
Max (thinking): Good to see that Kate is still working on her book report.
*Max looks at Kate's drawings*
Max (thinking): Aww, I love Kate's happy rainbow flock.
*Max looks at Kate*
Max (thinking): That is so good to know that Kate is drawing again.
*Max notices the church related postcard*
Max (thinking): If this gets Kate through the night, so be it.
*Max notices flowers from Taylor*
Max (thinking): Those are nice flowers... and from Taylor? Wow, props to her.
*Max notices the balloons*
Max (thinking): I don't think "Get Well" is quite apropos.
*Max sits in the chair across from Kate*
Max (thinking): It amazing to just sit here quiet with Kate again... I don't think I'll ever know how much destiny I'm changing... But who ever said we only have a single fate? Time travel is such a mindfuck.
Max: Kate, it is so good to hang out with you again.
Kate: Max, I owe you so much. And I can tell you want to talk to me about something.
Max: I always want to talk to you...
Kate: We missed our tea session this week...
Max: That was so not cool. We need to plan, like, a tea shop tour of Portland.
Kate: Oh yes! And you could bring Warren along too...
Max: No boys allowed.
Kate: You are funny, Max. And right.
Max: Me too. I could've taken a picture of her covered in paint, but I didn't and we had a genuine moment.
Kate: We all have our moments. Why do you think she acts so mean?
Max: She's insecure. If you're comfortable with yourself, you don't need to act superior.
Kate: Victoria doesn't look like she has much to be insecure about...
Max: She's a bitch. I'm sorry, but... she's wealthy, pretty, and, yes, talented. So, there's no reason for her to treat people like shit.
Kate: Well, there must be. If Victoria could write me such a sincere letter...
Max: If anybody could make Victoria see the light, it would be Kate Marsh.
Kate: No, I think it will take more than that, Max.
Max: I want you to know I'm this close to getting all the info I need about Nathan...
Kate: Nathan Prescott has to pay for what he did. And we have to stop him from hurting anybody else.
Max: Well, I did get his ass suspended, so that might be a start...
Kate: You did? Oh, right on, Max! I love how fearless you are. So what is going on with him now?
Max: I think his family is totally protecting him... or worse.
Kate: I never say this about people... but Max, there's something evil about the Prescotts. They have something to do with death.
Max: I assume he'll show up at the Vortex Club party tonight like nothing happened.
Kate: And nobody can do anything to him after what he did.
Max: We're going to stop him. I just have to find Nathan's room number, get inside and get the clues I need.
Kate: Max, please let me help! I can get the number and I'll text it to you, okay?
Max: Of course, Kate! I can't do this without you!
Kate: Now it's time for Nathan to watch out for us...
Max: I have to get back to our mission. You don't know how much it means to see you again.
Kate: I do. That's why I love you, Max. And thanks for taking care of my bunny. Tell Alice I'll see her soon.
*Max leaves Kate's hospital room*
Chloe: Well, how is she?
Max: She's still Kate Marsh. Thank God.
Chloe: I'm glad we came to see her.
Max: Thanks for coming with me.
Chloe: Now let's go pay a visit to Nathan Prescott. That little prick is not gonna be glad when he sees us...
*Max and Chloe leave the hospital*

Chapter Text

*Max and Chloe enter the Dormitories at Blackwell and Jefferson approaches them*
Jefferson: Hey, Max. How you doing?
Max: Oh, hi, Mr. Jefferson. I'm okay. Um, and this is my...friend Chloe.
Chloe: Yo.
Jefferson: Chloe, why isn't someone as cool as you going to Blackwell?
Chloe: I was way too cool for this school. It's a long story. In actual files here...
Jefferson: I can imagine. Max, are you sure that you're alright?
Max: It's weird just being on campus, like everything's normal.
Jefferson: I know. Lame as it sounds, life has to go on.
Max: I think there's too much going on in my life.
Jefferson: On that note, Blackwell duty calls. Remember, I'm going to announce the winner of the "Everyday Heroes" contest tonight at the party, so I hope you'll be there to celebrate. Even though I'm sorry you didn't enter a photo, I understand your reasons. You can't force an artist to work.
Max: So, you don't hate me for what I said to the Principal?
Jefferson: I'm proud of you for caring so much about a troubled friend. And I take hope in the fact that you have plenty of time to find your way. Just...get in the habit of putting your work out there.
Max: Thanks, Mr. Jefferson. I'll definitely be there tonight.
Chloe: Me too. I'll be Max's date. You better dance with us at least once.
Jefferson: Nobody should have to see me dance. Plus, you don't want to watch the old hipster trying to keep up with the kids... I have some pride. Be seeing you.
Chloe: Yes, you will.
*Jefferson leaves*
Chloe: Hot for teacher.
Max: Gross! You are out of control.
Chloe: Not yet. Just wait until the rager tonight...
Max: Ugh, shut up.
Chloe: Don't be jealous because Mark Jefferson thinks I'm cool...
Max: I am so ignoring you.
Chloe: Fine. Since I'm here, I'll see if I can get some dirt from Justin. I haven't talked to him in a while...
Max: Now, that is a great plan.
*Chloe leaves to talk with Justin*
Max (thinking): Let's see if I can find out where Nathan is...
*Max looks at Zachary*
Max (thinking): Enjoy the big game, Zachary... I hope it's not the last.
Zachary: Bring it on home, bro! Wait 'til the game! Bigfoot stomp!
*Max looks at a carn*
Max (thinking): Okay, where did these rocks come from? This is too Blair Witch for me.
*Max takes a photo of the carn*
Max (thinking): One photo... for posterity.
*Max looks at Brooke*
Max (thinking): Brooke looks happy that she's "Going Ape" with Warren.
Brooke: I hope Max isn't pissed that Warren asked me to the drive-in... After this week, I definitely need a break from Blackwell. I wonder if Warren wants to go with Max instead of me... But good thing he did since I do own all the original "Apes" films.
Max: Hey, Brooke, how are you?
Brooke: I'm here, as usual. By the way, thanks for helping Kate down. Are you okay?
Max: I can't get my limited brain around that eclipse and the beached whales... I was hoping the science department had some ideas.
Brooke: Warren and I are supposed to compare notes and theories this weekend.
Max: That makes sense. Two big brains are better than one...or mine.
Brooke: We'd get the Nobel Prize if we could explain this phenomenon, but even Ms. Grant has no clue...
Max: I need to find Nathan, have you seen him around?
Brooke: I was distracted by Warren asking me out to the drive-in.
Max: Nathan was suspended, but he should still be on campus.
Brooke: I did see him this morning heading off campus. He looked more angry than usual... I wouldn't look for him now, if I were you.
Max: I might feel better taking your drone for a quick flight...
Max: Oh, he asked you to go to the drive-in with him? Well... that's cool.
Brooke: I love the drive-in in Newberg. So old school, but so much fun... like Warren.
Max: That sounds fun. It would be good for you and Warren to take a road trip after this week.
Brooke: Warren got a new car. Or an old new car. So, I'm all about a serious road trip out of here after this week.
*Brooke hands Max her tablet, points to the drone, Max flies the drone around the Dormitories, and once done she hands the controls back to Brooke*
Max: Thanks.
Samuel: I had to clear away another batch of dead birds today... Sad.
Ms. Grant: Makes me mad. "Climate change isn't real," my ass.
Samuel: I think everything is changing here...
Ms. Grant: As a scientist, I'm fascinated. As Michelle Grant, I'm very worried.
Samuel: Arcadia Bay is scared, too. Look at the weather...and the animals...
Ms. Grant: Not to mention poor Kate Marsh.
Samuel: We all need to look out for each other these days...
*Max looks at Ms. Grant*
Max (thinking): Ms. Grant looks interested in whatever Samuel is saying...
Ms. Grant: Hello, Max! Thanks again for helping me fight the power! I'm still bragging about you and the other students making Blackwell surveillance-free.
Max: I was hoping you could explain some of these crazy things happening in Arcadia Bay...
Ms. Grant: If I could, I'd be collecting my Nobel prize in science today. I haven't been able to wrap my mind around that eclipse, much less the snow and whales...
Max: There must be a scientific explanation...right?
Ms. Grant: When my friends at NASA tell me they can't explain a solar eclipse without a single theory as to how or why, maybe it's time to get worried. Like they are.
Max: I am worried about reality... I feel like it's changing right in front of us.
Ms. Grant: You and Samuel both. We were talking about that before you came over. Our planet is changing, but it's not mystic. It's erosion.
Max: So, you don't think this could be some kind of prophecy or something? Could be why all these animals are dying here?
Ms. Grant: Well, our shoreline has been receding, not to mention the daily contamination of the ocean. That's all you need to kill off sea and wildlife here... Plus, you know how fascinated I am by Arcadia Bay legends, but I haven't found any apocalyptic signs yet...unless you count those "End of the World" posters. Unless you know something I don't?
Max: I wonder if the Tobanga knows more than anybody here...
Ms. Grant: Oh, Max, nobody even knows who brought the Tobanga here. It was likely stolen from the South Pacific by local fishermen. But I know what you're saying. There's a lot of energy here.
Max: What about wormholes and Chaos theory? Like, time travel stuff?
Ms. Grant: The only wormholes in Arcadia Bay are underground. And Chaos Theory is just that... But if this is about time travel, sign me up.
Max: Would you really change time?
Ms. Grant: Not after reading that Bradbury story, "A Sound of Thunder." I won't give it away, but it involves dinosaurs and butterflies. Time is like a thread, Max. One tug and it all can unravel.
Max: I don't think surveillance would've helped Kate Marsh.
Ms. Grant: Who needs surveillance when we have Maxine Caulfield? You did a wonderful thing and now we have to make sure Kate gets the help she needs. Do you need to talk to a counselor?
Max: Blackwell Academy needs the help. There's something terrible going on here... You see it, right?
Ms. Grant: This week hasn't been Blackwell's finest hour. But me and some faculty members won't rest until all the students here feel safe, not bullied.
Max: Kate was drugged at the Vortex Club party and bullied by them, until she ended up on the roof. How do you stop that?
Ms. Grant: Shut down that damn Vortex Club, for a start! I don't mean to get riled up, but that party should've been postponed. It's extremely tasteless given what happened with Kate.
Max: So, why doesn't Principal Wells stop the party? To be honest, he doesn't seem to care about what's going on here.
Ms. Grant: Raymond Wells has saved this school from financial disaster and he cares more than you know. You're wise, but don't be so quick to judge everybody.
Max: Do the Prescotts have anything to do with the Vortex Club? They don't get all their money from car washes.
Ms. Grant: No, they don't. But membership has its privileges...especially when your father is Blackwell's biggest sponsor. This elitist nonsense has no place here.
Max: You're right. I just wish that this could be the school I dreamed about before I came here.
Ms. Grant: I hear you, Max. I love seeing you, and Warren, and all my students at your best here. You're all too young to be so cynical... But you truly give me hope.
Max: I was looking for Nathan Prescott and I thought he might be in your class...
Ms. Grant: Mr. Prescott has no class at all, after his suspension. I didn't think you were friends.
Max: Hell no. Sorry, Ms. Grant.
Ms. Grant: You're an adult, you can swear, damn it. And I'm glad you did.
Max: So, you haven't seen Nathan at all?
Ms. Grant: Let's just say I try not to, Max. But I did catch him storming off campus. After what happened this week, I hope you don't see him either. You're not the best student here, but you--you might be the wisest.
Max: I'm sorry, Ms. Grant, I have to get going. I'll see you later.
Ms. Grant: It's always good talking to you, Max.
*Max looks at the squirrel by the tree behind Brooke*
Max (thinking): How'd you like a partner for a quick photo op?
*Max looks at the squirrel behind Samuel*
Max (thinking): Did you think you could hide from Max Caulfield, "Squirrel Paparazzi"?
*Max looks at Samuel*
Max (thinking): That's cool to see that Samuel is not alone for once.
Samuel: Samuel misses his squirrels... Time to go clean up graffiti from those kids... I feel like the sky wants to yell at us... Hi there, Max. How are you doing? Been a tough week, I know.
Max: Yes, it has, Samuel. How are you?
Samuel: Sad and confused, like everybody else in Arcadia Bay. You look like you have a lot of questions, too...
Max: I still have a million questions about what's happening to Arcadia Bay.
Samuel: That must be why Ms. Grant says you're one of her favorite students at Blackwell...
Max: Even though Ms. Grant likes me, I have zero science skills to explain that eclipse.
Samuel: As I was just saying to her, that's because science has no explanation. No offense to Ms. Grant here, but...this is just the beginning.
Max: Beginning of what?
Samuel: Oh, I don't believe anything ever ends...especially time... That's why I can sense something bigger is coming to Arcadia Bay...and, Max, I don't like it at all.
Max: I'd rather be in her class then the Vortex Club.
Samuel: Yes, you would. Rachel saw right through them...
Max: She's not the only one.
Samuel: Nobody should be trapped in the Vortex Club. Get out now, Max...while time is on your side.
Max: I keep thinking that Rachel Amber has a few answers...if we can find her...
Samuel: If Rachel wants to be found...
Max: Do you think she's alive?
Samuel: She'll always be alive in our hearts... Sometimes, that's all we have left.
Max: That's the real secret: where is she?
Samuel: If anybody knows, it will be you. My dreams tell me that...
Max: But...
Samuel: Max, all I can tell you is to stay on your path and you'll find what you're looking for... Rachel Amber is waiting, too...
Max: More questions than answers...
Samuel: Samuel is always here to talk.
Max: Do you ever talk with David Madsen?
Samuel: Not since he was suspended. But then I wouldn't talk to him. Only listen.
Max: That's how David operates...
Samuel: He sees things, not people. But I...I think he sees you, Max...
Max: He wishes he could...
Samuel: Mr. Madsen has all the surveillance in the world, but...he's still blind...
Max: I think you have better vision than both of us...
Samuel: No, Max, I just look at everything from...a different angle.
Max: I actually just talked to Kate Marsh in the hospital. She's doing so much better.
Samuel: Because of you, Max. That was quite a rescue.
Max: Samuel, you're the eyes of Blackwell. Did you know Kate was being bullied?
Samuel: Most everyone makes fun of me...but Samuel warned them about Kate. I hate bullies, Max.
Max: I believe you.
Samuel: Kate just needed some more helpful spirits like her friend Max. I hope she finds them now...
Max: Have you seen Nathan Prescott around?
Samuel: That would be hard, since he was suspended.
Max: He deserved it. And more.
Samuel: Samuel tries not to judge people, but Nathan shouldn't be here. Maybe he's supposed to be here, though.
Max: What do you really know about him?
Samuel: Not enough to help you, Max. I truly wish I could... I see what you're doing...
Max: I definitely have questions about what's happening to the animals in Arcadia Bay.
Samuel: Oh, many do. These poor creatures have no choice in what happens to them...
Max: What do you think about all those dying birds?
Samuel: Samuel had to bury dozens near the Tobanga...
Max: Is that cool with the Tobanga?
Samuel: We'll find out if the souls of the birds move on. Not that we can prove it...
Max: It's so ominous... Samuel: Unless it's fate...then it doesn't matter.
Max: How can anybody explain all those poor beached whales...?
Samuel: My dad was a fisherman, and he'd take me out to hear the whales sing... Now they...they just cry.
Max: Do you think this is some kind of eco-disaster, or...?
Samuel: I think it's more than that... Somebody is causing all this to happen.
Max: You think so, Samuel?
Samuel: You and Arcadia Bay are connected by time and tide... So, next time I have a question, I'm coming to you.
Max: Well, I'm glad to see your squirrels are still healthy and happy on the campus.
Samuel: Me too. If something happened to them... Oh...
Max: Not as long as you're here to take care of them, Samuel.
Samuel: The only thing that calms them is food. Lots of food. Which reminds me that I have to feed them now.
*Samuel sprinkles food crumbs on the ground, the squirrel by the tree behind Brooke notices, runs over to eat the food, Max grabs some food crumbs, and puts it out for the squirrel behind Samuel*
Max (thinking): Get that food in your belly.
*The squirrel notices the food, runs over to eat it, runs over to the food with the other squirrel, and Max looks at them eating*
Max (thinking): Two cute little squirrels posing for me? If you insist...
*Max takes a photo of the two squirrels eating, goes over to the handicapped sign, and looks at it*
Max (thinking): Oh great, Chloe stole money from the handicapped access fund... We're going to hell.
*Max looks at Daniel*
Max (thinking): Poor Daniel. Looks like he needs a hug.
Daniel: Well, Daniel, photography sure isn't your gift. I'll just stick to my sketches... I wish I had Mr. Jefferson's talent...
Max: Hey, Daniel. You look bummed out... Are you alright?
Daniel: Hola, Max. I just figured out that my photos...basically suck. I'm a wannabe artist...
Max: You're not here to be a photographer. That's my gig. Look at that sketch you did of me... Incredible. And that's your art, your gift.
Daniel: I do feel better now. You are good, Max.
Max: Have you talked to anybody about what happened with Kate?
Daniel: I...don't talk to anyone, Max. But I did actually have a nice talk with Brooke. She couldn't stop talking about how brave you were on that roof.
Max: I don't think doing the right thing is "brave," but I appreciate what she means. The most important thing is that Kate gets better...and gets justice.
Daniel: I hear that, Max. She's the sweetest, most genuine person I've ever met. I don't mind getting picked on by Blackwell bro-holes, but don't fuck with Kate.
Max: I like this revolutionary Daniel DaCosta.
Daniel: Only if I can start the revolution from my sketchbook, Max.
Daniel: Ooh, I heard a rumor he's actually suspended...
Max: Yeah, but he's still gotta be on campus.
Daniel: That explains why he looked so pissed off when I saw him leaving campus a few moments ago.
Max: Are you going to the "End of the World" party tonight?
Daniel: It will be if I go, man. People here push me into lockers, not dance floors.
Max: That's exactly why you should go to that party. We have to stand up to these Blackwell bullies for Kate. You won't be alone, Daniel.
Daniel: Not with you to back me up, Max. Damn it, I will go to the party like it is the end of the world! Okay, maybe I won't go, but... No, I won't do that, but...I'll go.
Max: Let's talk later. Okay, Daniel?
Skater: Hey, is it 4:20 yet? Let's ride, bitches!
Max (thinking): Good, Nathan is not around. I should go back to Chloe.
Chloe: Justin, it's been so long since I've seen you!
Justin: 'Cause you're way too cool for us now, Chloe.
Chloe: Way too much shit going on, man.
Justin: Try going to Blackwell... Insane!
Chloe: So I hear.
Justin: Any word at all on Rachel?
Chloe: Dude, I wish. I'm working on it.
Justin: I miss her laugh...when I bail off my board...
Chloe: She was probably high.
Justin: Yeah, she had the sick nugs.
Chloe: True dat. Okay, I have to bounce.
Justin: Come hang with us at the park sometime.
*Max looks at Justin*
Max (thinking): I can tell Justin is really into Chloe.
*Max looks at Chloe*
Max (thinking): Chloe fits in so easy with Justin...
*Chloe turns around when Max approaches, she gives Justin a high-five and a fist-bump, and walks to Max*
Max: Coast is clear. It would be so cool if you and me were going to school here together...
Chloe: But now you can have Mr. Jefferson all to yourself...
Max: Ugh, you suck. Now let's get into Blackwell Ninja mode.
*Max and Chloe enter the Boys' Dormitories*
Chloe: So lame they don't have co-ed dorms here.
Max: Yes, because I want Nathan Prescott in the room next door.
Chloe: Good point.
Max: Wait here. Give me the signal if Nathan or anybody shows up.
Chloe: I won't let you down, Bat-Max.
Max: Now I just have to find Nathan's room...
*Max's phone buzzes and she looks at it*
(Kate): Super-Max, in case you still need it, Nathan’s room number is 111.
(Max): Kate, you are so AWESOME. Thank U!
(Kate): I love that you bring out the rebel in me!
(Max): You already are a rebel. Trust me.
(Kate): Always! And please, please be careful, promise?
(Max): Of course! I’ll keep you posted!
(Kate): I know you will :)
(Max): (^ ^) /
*Max puts her phone away*
Max (thinking): Kate brings it! So room 111 is the magic number...
*Max goes next to Trevor's door*
Dana: I'm glad you stayed over.
Trevor: Fuck that dorm curfew shit! We're eighteen!
Dana: And after what happened to Kate...
Trevor: Yeah, I feel so bad for her...and her family.
Dana: That's why you're so hot: because you care.
Trevor: I'm here with you, right?
*Max notices Bigfoot footprints and takes photo of it*
Max (thinking): Every photographer should have one blurry Bigfoot shot...
*Max attempts to enter Nathan's room, but the door is locked, Max notices a fire extinguisher nearby, uses it to smash open the lock, and enter Nathan's room*
Max (thinking): Now I need to find Nathan's phone or anything with clues.
*Max phone buzzes and Max looks at it*
(Joyce): Max, now that David is not here, I need Chloe to step up and stop acting out so much. But that won’t happen if you and her are getting mixed up in illegal crap like breaking into Blackwell at night. I know it happened so don’t bother to defend or explain. I hoped you would get her back on the right track but it looks like she’s getting stuck again. You could be such a good influence on her. Unless you both want to play bad. But she can’t keep blaming David now.
(Max): I’m sorry, Joyce. Even I get into shenanigans.
But I am trying to be a good influence on Chloe.
(Joyce): I know, Max. I forget you’re still teenage adults.
End of lecture. Thanks for letting me vent.
*Max puts her phone away, turns Nathan's PC on, and notices a email from Nathan to Victoria*
Max (thinking): Nathan is way into this party... Bad sign.
*Max notices Nathan got a tab open for Kate's video*
Max (thinking): Bastard. Now I remember why I hate you... and why Kate will get justice.
*Max notices a email from Sean Prescott to Nathan*
Max (thinking): Oh man, Sean Prescott might be Nathan's real problem...
*Max notices a email from Kristine to Nathan*
Max (thinking): Too bad Nathan isn't more like his sister. She sounds awesome... and far away.
*Max notices a tab open for diet pills*
Max (thinking): Yes, Nathan sure needs diet pills. This is strong stuff...
*Max notices a email from Principal Wells to Nathan*
Max (thinking): Wow... Kiss ass much, Principal Wells?
*Max stops looking at the PC and examines the scratch marks on the floor next to the couch*
Max (thinking): What the hell are all those marks on the floor?
*Max moves the couch*
Max (thinking): Let's find out what you're hiding...
*Max notices a phone taped to the side of the couch and takes it*
Max (thinking): Oh, yes, little phone, you are mine now.
*Max moves the couch back to its original position*
Max (thinking): Now I have Nathan's phone, so I can show it to Chloe. Well, before Nathan comes back.
*Max leaves Nathan's room and returns to Chloe*
Chloe: Damn, Max, you're finally back. I got worried... So, what did you find?
Max: His room was clean and...creepy. Check this out...
*Max gives Nathan's phone to Chloe*
Chloe: Boom, Nathan! We got you by the balls, fucker.
*Nathan enters the Boys' Dormitories and is surprised and enraged to see Chloe and Max*
Nathan: What are you doing in my dorm?!
*Max and Chloe start to back away*
Nathan: You're such a nosy bitch, Max!
Max: Stop right there, Nathan!
Nathan: Make me, ho!
*Nathan steps toward Max and Chloe, Chloe grabs him by the shoulders, Warren suddenly appears, and pushes Nathan backward*
Warren: Max, I got this!
Nathan: Get the fuck outta my face!
*Warren grabs Nathan's shoulders, headbutts him, Warren holds his head, groans in pain, Max gasps, and covers her mouth with her hands*
Nathan: You are so fucking dead--!
*Nathan reaches for his gun, but Warren kicks it out of his hands, Warren kicks Nathan in the stomach, and Max gasps again*
Nathan: Get off me, brah!
*Warren kicks Nathan a few more times and Max says nothing as Warren continues to kick Nathan*
Warren: You like to hurt people, huh? Like Max? Like Kate? Like me? Huh? Feel this, motherfucker!
*Warren repeatedly punches Nathan in the face*
Nathan: Get...off me... Please...please stop!
*Warren gets up, Nathan turns over, and holds his head in his hands*
Max: He's down! Hey...come on...
*Warren leaves*
Nathan: The storm is coming. You all going to die.
Max: What?
*Chloe reaches down and takes the gun lying on the ground*
Chloe: Yes, we have to go!
*Chloe leans down toward Nathan*
Chloe: Who's the bitch now?
Max: Chloe!
*Chloe leaves*
Max (thinking): Damn, Warren went full alpha on Nathan...and it was good. But...scary...
Nathan: Shit, man...this really hurts... Everybody hates me....everybody... I think my face is broken...
*Max leaves and catches up with Chloe and Warren at the Main Campus*
Max: Damn, that was intense. Warren...thank you so much.
Warren: For what?
Chloe: For beating the shit out of Nathan Prescott! Dude, you rule.
Warren: I don't know. I kinda went crazy there...like Nathan.
Max: You're not anything like him.
Warren: Good to know. So, where are you going? I better stick with you guys. Just in case you need me to get my Hulk on again. Or should I call the cops on Nathan?
Max: No police. Not yet. Uh...so maybe you better...um...
Chloe: Warren, me and Max have to do this on our own. No offense.
Warren: It's cool. Whatever I can do to help...
Max: What you can do is find out anything you can about Nathan's father.
Warren: I'm on it. Between the snow and eclipse, I'm assuming the apocalypse is around the corner...
Max: And...thank you. Seriously. I'll call you later.
Warren: You better. I'm feeling pretty alpha now.
Max: Yes. You are.
*Warren leaves*
Chloe: Man, that guy is so fucking in love with you.
Max: I know...
Chloe: He really did give a serious beatdown to Nathan.
Max: It was a little scary to watch him do that...
Chloe: Now let's make a date with Frank.
Max: Will he even answer you?
Chloe: Frank always answers when he wants money.
*Chloe takes out her phone, texts Frank, and her phone dings as Frank replies immediately*
Chloe: Like I said, Frank wants to see me right now.
Max: Let's not keep him waiting...
*Max and Chloe leave the Main Campus and head to the Beach*

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*Max and Chloe drive up to the beach where Frank's RV is parked*
Max: God... I hate seeing those poor whales like that.
Chloe: Me too. I just think of their families out there in the ocean looking for them. Well, that asshole is gonna help us find Rachel.
*Chloe takes out David's and Nathan's gun*
Max: Or what? You'll actually shoot him? Chloe, do not count on my rewind... seriously.
Chloe: Obviously I'm not counting on you. That's why I have two guns. And I might even save you someday.
Max: About time.
Chloe: I am so going to hit you. There's no way we could have guessed this is what would happen to us when we grew up.
Max: I'm looking forward to the day when we can just go on a road trip to Portland.
Chloe: Fuck yeah. You, me... and Rachel.
Max: Absolutely. So, let's play this cool, okay? Just pay Frank his money and then we can get that code for the book from him. That's all.
Chloe: Got it. No dicking around.
Max: Let's roll.
*Max and Chloe get out of the car*
Max (thinking): It blows my mind that I was just here with Chloe in an alternate reality...
*Max goes up to the fence off area of the beach, looks at the beached whales, takes a photo of one of them, Max approaches Chloe, she nods toward the RV door, Chloe knocks, Frank opens the door, and gets out of his RV*
Frank: Oh, look... The Wonder Twins. You should have come alone.
Chloe: She's my partner.
Frank: Yeah, or bodyguard. So let's get to business. Where's my fucking money?
*Chloe looks at Max, Max shakes her head, and Chloe doesn't give the money to Frank*
Chloe: I—I don't have the money... yet.
Frank: Oh, really... then why did you text me that you did?
Chloe: Because I wanted to tell you in person.
Frank: Oh, I'm truly touched, Chloe. Now why are you losers really here?
Chloe: We just want to ask you some questions.
*Frank gets angry*
Frank: You have some serious ladyballs. No.
*The two girls look down at their feet, disappointed, Frank sees their disappointment, and gives in*
Frank: Jesus, okay, okay. But I'm not getting you high.
Max: Frank, we're not here to get high.
Frank: No, you don't look like the type. Not like Chloe here. So what do you Hardy Boys want?
Max: Just the names of some of your clients...
Frank: Oh, is that all? Well, why didn't you just tell me? How about I just give you the keys to my RV while I'm at it?
Max: Listen, Frank, I'm sorry to be such a nuisance, but this is important.
Frank: Yeah, yeah... Everything is important these days. But I can tell you're not bullshitting me.
Max: There's no time for that, Frank. I just need a little bit of information.
Frank: Yeah, yeah... well, it always starts with just a little. Chloe here knows all about that, don't you?
Chloe: Come on, Frank. This isn't about me now.
Frank: Yeah, right, okay. Both of you are giving me a headache. No deal.
Max: Frank, we didn't come here to fight. This is so much bigger than us.
Frank: You... you come in peace? After you aimed a fucking gun at me and then pulled the trigger?
Max: To be honest, Frank... you scared me. You held a knife on my friend. I didn't want to pull the trigger.
Frank: I could tell by the way you held that pop gun... with both hands, like it was a magnum. Maybe I shouldn't have brought that knife to a gun fight.
Max: I only want to shoot with my camera, I swear. Ask Chloe...
Chloe: Look, Frank, Max doesn't need a gun anyway... so are we cool? Please?
Frank: Okay, we're cool for now... but my dog isn't. And if you try any shit, he will bite your head off. He's done it before.
Max: We're only here to talk. I wouldn't mess with your dog.
Frank: Shit, you wouldn't have time... you like dogs?
Max: Of course I do! I heard you even rescued a bunch of fight dogs. That's amazing!
Frank: No, it was just the right thing to do. I couldn't stand to see those poor animals treated like slaves. That's how I came to own Pompidou.
Max: That's very cool, Frank. Your dog is lucky you came along.
Chloe: Maybe we can focus on rescuing Rachel now?
Frank: Rachel? Is that why you're really here?
Max: Yes, we're so close to finding her now, Frank. We need all the help we can get now... especially from you.
Frank: You and Chloe do not know Rachel like I did and I couldn't even help her. You're in way over your heads. Why don't you just go play in your clubhouse?
Max: Rachel said she gave you one of her favorite photos. That proves how much she cares... and you care. That's why you have to help.
Frank: How the hell did you know about that photo? That's my favorite picture of her... I can look at it anytime and she'll always be there for me. I can't stand not knowing where she is... not hearing her voice... or her laugh... anymore.
Max: We can change all that... it's up to you.
Chloe: Help us find her, Frank. Please… we really need your client list.
Frank: If there's a chance in hell you two dorks can find Rachel... I'll take it. My dog isn't barking at you, so I guess that's a good sign.
*Frank takes out his client list and hands it to Chloe*
Max: Thank you.
Chloe: Yeah, thanks, Frank. Seriously.
Frank: It's hard to take you characters seriously... but I want to. Good luck.
*Chloe puts her hand on Max's shoulder and Frank goes back into his RV*
Max (thinking): That was cool Frank gave up the code to help us... Rachel must have seen something good in him.
*Max and Chloe leave the Beach and return to Chloe's bedroom*

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*Max and Chloe are sitting on Chloe's bed together*
Max: Chloe, are you okay?
Chloe: I’m glad things worked out okay with Frank. It’s nice to have one less enemy in Arcadia Bay.
Max: Amen to that.
*Max gets up.*
Max (thinking): I better focus on this board and start tying these clues together...
*Max's phone buzzes and she looks at it*
(Frank): Hi Max. Just wanted to see how the search was going.
(Max): Thanks Frank. We're getting closer.
(Frank): I see why Chloe digs you.
Stop by later if you both want to party.
And good luck!
*Max puts her phone away*
Chloe: Max, I know we can snap all these pieces together…
Max: Roger that, I’m going to study the board and try to connect all these dots…
Chloe: I’m so glad you’re working with me on this. I can see you know how to rock that big board.
*Max looks at Frank's stuff*
Max (thinking): Let’s look at Frank’s drug deals during the week of the party.
*Max takes the Account Book and the list of names*
Max (thinking): Yes! The game is on! Now talk to us, account book... tell us everything.
*Max looks at all the pages*
Max (thinking): Hmmm, let's see if I can find any deal Frank made with Nathan or the Vortex Club.
*Max takes the papers that mention Nathan*
Max (thinking): Oh yes, these are all the times and places for Frank and Nathan's deals. That's it, Max.
Max: Yes, now we’re finally getting somewhere… Chloe, let’s plug in these numbers and see if they lead to an actual address.
Chloe: Aye aye, captain.
Chloe: Here we come, Rachel.
*Max puts all the addresses printouts on the middle of the board and looks at all of Nathan's info on the board*
Max (thinking): I have to analyze Nathan’s messages. What could help me unlock this phone?
*Max takes the phone, the SIM card, Nathan's student file, and the piece of paper with several four-digit codes*
Max (thinking): Okay, Max, let’s blow this code up and go home.
*Max looks at the info on the board*
Max (thinking): Let's start hacking!
*Max unlocks Nathan's phone with his pin code*
Max (thinking): Booyah! Let's find out what Nathan Prescott has been trying to hide...
*Max looks at the first text, says nothing, and looks at the second text*
Max (thinking): Yes, this is all about Nathan trying to score for the Vortex Club party...
*Max looks at the third text*
Max (thinking): Nathan was jonesing hard the night of the party... He didn't have enough drugs?
*Max looks at the fourth text*
Max (thinking): Drug-dealer drama.
*Max looks at the fifth text*
Max (thinking): God, Nathan... you're out of control.
*Max looks at the sixth text*
Max (thinking): So, it was you... Now I can officially call you a "Psycho Stalker."
*Max looks at the seventh text*
Max (thinking): Is this from Nathan's father? That's brutal.
*Max prints out all the texts, puts the printouts on the top of the board, and looks at all David's info*
Max (thinking): Thanks to David's own investigation, I should be able to find out what Nathan did during the party's week.
*Max takes the license plates, Nathan's pictures, and coordinates*
Max (thinking): And that's all she wrote. Please let me find some clues about Nathan in here...
*Max looks at the new info gathered*
Max (thinking): Great, now how do I find out which car is Nathan's to match the coordinates?
*Max takes the two images of Nathan's car and the coordinates for Nathan's car*
Max: Yes, now we're finally getting somewhere...
*Max goes over to Chloe*
Max: Chloe, let's plug in these numbers and see if they lead to an actual address.
Chloe: Aye aye, Captain. Here we come, Rachel.
*Chloe finds where all the addresses that Nathan went, Chloe prints them all out, Max puts the printouts on the bottom of the board, and Max looks at the info*
Max (thinking): Take a breath, Max...Go through all this data and you can find out where Nathan took Kate after the party!
*Max takes the screenshot of Nathan's text messages to Frank, the record of their transaction on October 4th, and the photo of the barn and brings them to Chloe*
Max: Chloe, this is definitely the place.
Chloe: Let me dig up some more clues here.
*Chloe tries looking up info about the barn*
Chloe: Nope... Nothing, Max. There's nothing here. Just some shitty old barn...
Max: Let's keep searching and find out who owns this haunted barn.
Chloe: I'm on this, hold on.
*Chloe searches the barn*
Chloe: Somebody named—"Harry Aaron Prescott."
Max: I'm shocked. Should we call the police?
Chloe: Fuck that. You know the police here are like Nathan's private security, right?
Max: That's so messed up...
Chloe: As you've noticed, this whole town is messed up. We can't trust anybody... Except each other. So we have to go out to that farmhouse by ourselves.
Max: I was afraid you'd say that. We could call Warren, since he kicked Nathan's ass...
Chloe: It's just the two of us. Nobody else. And I'm not scared at all. You have the power. I feel like we're this close to finding Rachel... We have to find her, Max.
Max: We will. But remember, my power isn't infinite. We still have to be careful. Do you hear, Chloe?
Chloe: Yes, sir.
*Max and Chloe leave Chloe's room to find the barn*

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*Chloe drives her truck up a dirt path, she pulls up to the barn, parks the truck, Max and Chloe get out of the truck, and approach the barn*
Max: Holy shit, this is scary.
Chloe: I know, but we're here. Let's go find the best way in.
*Max bends down to examine tire tracks*
Max: Whoa, check this out. Fresh tire tracks.
Chloe: Dude, somebody was just here.
Max: Then we need to get in that barn...
*Max goes over to side of the barn, notices a bird on a fence, takes a photo, notices a metal sheet, moves it, it reveals an entrance*
Max: Chloe! I found the front door! Come on!
Chloe: Oh yes! Maximus rules!
Max: God, this is way too Blair Witch... I have goose bumps all over.
Chloe: Come on, Super Max. Hey, check out this old chest!
Max: A little louder, Chloe! Jeez, that is ancient.
Chloe: Jackpot. Old shit.
Max: No, look closer.
Chloe: "Harry Aaron Prescott and family donate new library to Arcadia Bay"... "Prescott Industries celebrate grand opening"... "The Prescotts bring bomb shelter boom to town."
Max: Nice scrapbook. You search for more clues and I'll scope out the area.
Max (thinking): Yes, old Prescott clippings, but that can't be the only thing here.
*Max walks to the other side of the barn, searches the ground, and it reveals a hatch*
Max (thinking): Whoa, what is this? It's totally brand new. Why?
*Max attaches a nearby hook to the padlock, she walks over to a platform, and attempts to climb onto it*
Max: Chloe, can you give me a hand?
Chloe: Sidekick at your service! Up, up and away, Super Max.
Max: I dig having minions.
*Max pulls the old motor down from the platform above her, steps onto it, climbs to the next platform, she rewinds until the motor is back in place, attaches a nearby rope to it, pulls the motor, it comes crashing down, and pulling up the padlock*
Max (thinking): MaxGyver strikes again!
*Max notices a Owl and looks at it*
Max (thinking): Good evening, "Doctor Hoo"... Sorry.
*Max takes photo of the Owl, she jumps back down to the ground floor, and walks back over to the hatch*
Max: Damn, this is heavy...
Max and Chloe open the hatch to reveal a staircase*
Chloe: What... is this?
Max: Jackpot. Do I even need to say how weird this is?
Chloe: You just did. Who builds this kind of place?
Max: A Prescott, of course.
Max (thinking): This bunker is so surreal.
*Max enters the grayed-out numbers, 542, into the keypad*
Max: Oh yes! I thought that only worked in the movies! Open sesame.
Chloe: Stocked and ready for the apocalypse. This must have cost a fortune. Come on.
Max (thinking): Now what the hell is this...
*Max opens the cupboard to reveal rows of red binders, she takes out the binders labeled "Rachel," "Kate," and "Victoria", and puts them on the desk*
Chloe: Come on, let's see what this shit is all about.
Max: We are. Okay, a binder marked "Victoria," but it's empty...
Chloe: Look, the next one says "Kate."
Max: Oh no, Kate... No...
Chloe: God, I should have killed that bastard back there.
Max: Kate wasn't the first... All those binders are filled with other victims. Victoria has to be next. Nathan must be planning to dose her tonight at the Vortex Club party.
*Chloe notices all the images of Rachel*
Chloe: Rachel... This can't be real... These are all--these are all posed shots, right? Right?
Max: Chloe. Look at her face. She's... out of it.
Chloe: Maybe--maybe Nathan paid her a shitload of cash to do this. She probably would have.
Max: I don't think so. These all look so real.
Chloe: There no way these are real! Max, we must go after Nathan at the Vortex Club party.
*Max and Chloe run out, go back into Chloe's truck, they go to Blackwell's parking lot, and sits in the truck together*

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Chloe: I hope Nathan enjoys his last party.
Max: Chloe, we can go right to the cops. We have proof.
Chloe: Fuck the police. Rachel wanted us to find her. So we could get real justice... and revenge. The Prescotts have had this coming for a hundred years, and nobody is going to get in my way. Especially with your help... right?
Max: I'm with you to the end, Chloe. You know that.
*Chloe looks down at David's and Nathan's gun, puts it in her back pocket, and they get out of the car*
Boy: Oh, shit, this is like that eclipse.
Girl: You're right. Look at the outline.
Boy: I can't tell if they're different.
Girl: There can't be two moons... that's not possible...
*Max looks up at the sky to see two moons*
Max: What is that? Jesus, Chloe, look up at the sky!
Chloe: Beautiful, I don't give a shit. The world is ending, cool.
Max: You're not listening! Something major is going down!
Chloe: That's right. Nathan Prescott is going down.
*Chloe and Max start to walk towards the building and Warren stops them*
Warren: Welcome to the end of the world, ladies. I'm glad you decided to escort me...
Max: You look really good, Warren. Are you all right after today?
Warren: I really flipped out on Nathan. I just hate bullies... and Max, he's dangerous.
Chloe: Where is he?
Warren: I didn't see him at the dorm again. I was holed up in my room.
Max: Dude, have you been drinking?
Warren: Well, if you consider half a beer "drinking"...
Chloe: Let's go, Max.
Warren: Hey, hey... I know this is a bad time, but can I get one picture? I've been feeling like this might be actually the end of the world, so... I want to have something for prosperity.
Max: Well... I don't blame you, Warren.
Warren: I know, I know, I'm a pain in the booty. Just one picture. Uh...
Max: Action.
*Warren uses Max's camera to take a polaroid of the two of them together*
Chloe: We got no time for this shit. Come on, Max.
*Chloe goes on ahead*
Warren: Sorry... I just wanted to feel like a normal student after this week's ultraviolence. I never hit anybody like that before... I was always the one getting my ass kicked.
Max: Hey, we still need your expert help. If you see Nathan, text me immediately, okay? And do not let him see you.
Warren: He won't. I know how to be invisible here...
Max: Not to me, Warren. Text soon.
*Max goes inside and talks with Stella*
Max: Hi, Stella.
Stella: Hey, Max, welcome to the "End of the World." Do you want me to check anything in?
Max: No, thanks, Stella. Have you seen Nathan yet?
Stella: No, thank God. That boy creeps me out... Wait, some girl just asked about Nathan before you came in.
Max: Why does Nathan creep you out? He should. I just want your reasons.
Stella: He's a bully for one thing and he hit Warren for another... But have you ever looked at his eyes? Glazed and raging. Me no like.
Max: So why are you working at a Vortex Club party? I didn't think you wanted to be a member.
Stella: Screw that. I'm here for the job.
Max: Who hired you?
Stella: Mr. Jefferson asked me because he knows I don't have a lot of money, even with my job and scholarship. I'm not cool enough for this school.
Max: Yes, you are, Stella. You're smart, honest, and you bust your ass for Blackwell. I hope everything turns out your way in the end.
Stella: Awww, thank you, Max. I really appreciate that. Hey, your face looks so intense... are you okay?
Max: Um, no, I'm actually not okay. I... I just need to find Nathan. And don't get too close if you see him.
Stella: Hell no. This is homework, not a party. I'll text you if I spy him. Good luck.
*Max walks through the curtains and enters the party*
Max (thinking): We need to find Nathan and take him down.
*Max notices the two moons thru the window, takes a photo of it, notices her hair is standing up, notices the red hair streak girl dancing, and decides to go up to her*
Max: Excuse me.
*The red hair streak girl stops dancing and looks at Max*
???: Hi there, Mom.
Max: Mom? I'm not your mother nor any ones mother.
???: Oh, sorry about that. Just ignore what I said there.
Max: Out of curiously here. Why do I keep seeing you around? Just who are you?
???: I am Destiny. Though prefer to be called Des. I am your daughter, but from another universe.
Max: What do you mean, Des?
Des: I know it doesn't make sense, Max. But it will one day.
Max: Seriously, what you mean, Des?
Des: I would explain, but it just confuse you more. Max, go continue finding Nathan and my other mother.
Max: Other mother? Do you mean, Chloe is your mother too? Just what do you mean by that?
Des: Yes, she is. Can't tell? Just look at my face features.
*Max looks closely at Des, notices features herself and Chloe, and gasps at the fact*
Max: You really are like me and Chloe. Just how is that possible?
*Max realizes she is crying*
Max: Why am I crying?
Des: Max, are you okay?
Max: Yea, I am fine. I don't know why I am crying.
Des: It could be because of you realizing that I am your and Chloe's daughter. You or Chloe in this universe didn't give birth to me exactly, but a version did.
Max: Des, just how is it possible for you to be mine and Chloe's daughter? Did we adopt you? We must have because there no way that me or Chloe did give birth to you. Not unless me or Chloe chose to fuck a random dude. But even then. How do you look like me and Chloe?
Des: Max, you were the one that give birth to me. You and Chloe fucked and created me. I was never told exactly how it happened, but the sum of it.
Max: That ain't possible though. Me and Chloe are both females. We wouldn't be able to get either one pregnant. It just not possible. I must have fucked a random dude, so I could get pregnant with you.
Des: It's hard to believe, but it is true. You and Chloe was able to create me. You didn't fuck any random dude. You fucked Chloe. I know normally it would be impossible for that to happen, but it did happen.
Max: I still don't get how it's possible, but I guess that I won't ever understand. Maybe one day I will like you said. For now I guess I should get back to finding Nathan and Chloe.
Des: Yes, you really should.
*Des goes back to dancing*
Max (thinking): Apparently me and Chloe did fuck and brought Des to the world despite it being impossible for that to happen. Just how did that happen?
*Max goes over to Daniel and Brooke and talks with Daniel*
Max: Hi, Daniel.
Daniel: Yes! Max makes an entrance! I only came to the party because of you!
Max: I'm glad to see you out and about. By the way, have you seen Nathan Prescott tonight?
Daniel: No, I've been hanging with Brooke since I got here. Max, are you okay? Your face looks so... serious.
Max: I know. I'm not in party mode tonight.
Daniel: You look like you're on a secret mission...
Max: This is where it's going to end... for Rachel's sake.
Daniel: Oh, Max. You need a Blackwell break. I'm taking Brooke to a Miyazaki show in Portland after she goes to the Drive-In with Warren, so if you want to come along... the more the merrier!
Max: Thanks, Daniel. I have to stay on my mission now. I hope you stay on yours and become a great artist.
Daniel: Well, I'll be celebrating someday in a museum, Max. Adios.
*Max talks with Brooke*
Max: Hello, Brooke.
Brooke: Max, I didn't expect to see you at a Vortex Club party.
Max: I didn't expect that either, but I really need to find Nathan. Have you...
Brooke: No, I haven't seen him. And I'm not looking for him, so I most likely won't tonight. I just hate that scrub... and his club.
Max: You're not the only one. Maybe this party will be the "End Of The Vortex Club"...
Brooke: Then I don't have to pretend like I care anymore.
Max: Have you seen Warren tonight?
Brooke: No, but we're going to map out our drive-in date later. I was just talking to Daniel about a road trip next week to the Portland Art Museum.
Max: Oh, that is so cool. He needs a friend. I bet Daniel will be a great museum guide...
Brooke: I'm more into science than art, but what kind of a selfish fangirl would miss a Miyazaki exhibition?
Max: You're not selfish, Brooke. You're just trying to live your life without all this bullshit. Like all of us here...
Brooke: You seem so wise and... kind of invincible this week. I think that snow and eclipse gave you superpowers. Check to see if you can fly.
Max: I don't think having superpowers would make my life easier... with great power comes great bullshit.
Brooke: I don't know. It would be pretty kick-ass to battle supervillains over Arcadia Bay...
Max: Only with your drone. By the way, did you see that crazy double moon out there earlier?
Brooke: Max, if I saw a double moon out there, I would assume it really was the end of the world.
Max: Well, the night is still young, Brooke.
Brooke: And so are we, Max. So let's plan a drone date next week.
*Max notices Luke sitting down*
Max: Luke, I almost didn't see you.
Luke: Max, you're the only person I don't mind seeing right now.
Max: I was looking for Nathan...
Luke: I've avoided almost everybody here tonight. Uh, why are you looking for Nathan?
Max: I wanted to make sure he's not going to... do anything tonight.
Luke: Like what happened to Kate... Oh wait, I did see Nathan today, nursing a busted face. I had dreams that somebody finally kicked his ass...
Max: Luke, sometimes dreams come true. Warren gave him an epic beatdown.
Luke: Yes! Give it up for brother Warren! Now all we have to do is drive all these goddamn Prescott vampires out of town.
Max: I think Sean Prescott wants to drive all of us out of town... or into Pan Estates.
Luke: I met him once at a Bigfoots game... mean fucking bastard. Oh man, he explains Nathan.
Max: That will be hard to do when the Prescotts own the town... and the Vortex Club.
Luke: I call it the "Vortex Cult." Look at this crap... dress code? VIP section? Elitist bullshit.
Max: Preach it, brother Luke. Okay, I have to get going. Thanks for seeing me...
Luke: No, thank you. For helping Kate. And for keeping it real. Peace out.
*Max notices Alyssa gets hit by a swimming pool toy, she falls into the pool, and Max rewinds to before she gets hit*
Max: Alyssa, incoming!
Alyssa: I'm on it.
*Alyssa dodges the swimming pool toy and it falls into the pool*
Alyssa: Whoa! Of course, my object angel has stepped up every single time to protect me from the cruel world. Thank you again, Mystic Max! I'm surprised to see you here.
Max: Look at this... I'm at my first and only Vortex Club party.
Alyssa: I know. This week was so shitty that I just wanted to be around a bunch of people trying to have a good time... even if I hate most of them.
Max: Victoria doesn't seem to hassle you like she does me or... Kate.
Alyssa: She must know I'd punch her in the face. I probably should, just for Vortex Club posterity...
Max: I think Rachel Amber would agree...
Alyssa: I didn't know her, but I hope she's safe and sound.
Max: Uh... yeah. I'll talk to you later, Alyssa.
Alyssa: Max, you look kind of tense. Maybe you should go crash. You had a tough week too with Kate... plus having to save my ass all the time.
Max: I'm surprised that Blackwell is having a party after Kate almost jumped off a roof. I guess people are happy that Kate is "okay" now and they can party again...
Alyssa: I'm just happy she's drawing again. She seems much better and her mother is being so supportive for a change... Kate deserves that.
Max: I saw that the video got taken down, so I hope nobody posts it anywhere else... or is that naive?
Alyssa: Look how fast people here forgot about Kate. They'll find some new Blackwell drama and forget about her video... So it goes.
Max: Kate deserves revenge. We have to make sure this doesn't happen to anybody else at Blackwell...
Alyssa: I can tell you know some serious shit by your face. You don't have to tell me now, but please let me know if I can help. Like you helped me.
Max: Alyssa, I have to find Nathan. Have you seen him?
Alyssa: I really don't know, but surely in the VIP section... like it's a New York club.
Max: Thanks, Alyssa. Watch out for yourself.
Alyssa: Why, when I have Max Caulfield at my side? Good luck.
Max: I could use one moment of poetry right now.
Alyssa: Okay, but this is like poet karaoke, so don't cringe: "I shall be telling this with a sigh. Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I... I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference."
Max: That was beautiful, Alyssa. And it's exactly what I needed to hear.
Alyssa: Thanks for not cringing. And thanks for watching my back. Blackwell would be so much cooler if we all did that for everybody else... but you're a great start, Max.
*Max enters the bathroom, notices the skeleton that half drawn, takes a photo of the half skeleton Justin, and goes over to Justin to chat*
Justin: Yo, "Maximum Overdrive." About time you got here to save this lame rave... Wanna get ripped?
Max: You look pretty ripped already, Justin. And not happy. Why did you even come tonight?
Justin: Where else could I go in Arcadia Bay on a Thursday night? Besides, Dana is here... just not with me. So yes, this party sucks.
Max: Rachel Amber won't be coming either.
Justin: Damn, I was thinking about Rachel and Chloe tonight... If they showed up together right now, shit would end. Rachel could always shut Victoria down.
Max: Good for Rachel. I wish I could have seen that... Speaking of... have you seen Nathan?
Justin: Oh, he should be freaking out in the VIP lounge with that Whore-tex Club. Fucking hate those snobby douchebags... especially Nathan. That dude is gonna go on a rampage soon.
Max: You might be right. So stay away from him tonight, okay? Spread the word. You're obviously not cool with Trevor dating Dana.
Justin: I tried to front like I was, but when I saw them together, I came over to cry like a little bitch.
Max: No, it's more like somebody who's in pain. I'm sorry, Justin. But you're a cool, considerate guy and you're going to find somebody just as cool, minus the drama.
Justin: Max, I know I'm twisted, but your face looks so fucking intense. And your voice sounds... different. You okay? How about a quick dab?
Max: Uh, no. I—I'm cool, Justin. And I have to get going. Maybe you should go chill somewhere else.
Justin: Fucking A, Maximus! You're right. I'm only torturing myself here. Plus I'm too loaded... It's time to get my board and grind.
*Max leaves the bathroom and goes over to Sarah*
Max: Excuse me, but I’m going in.
Sarah: Sorry, but this is the VIP section. Members only. Mmm-kay?
Max: Sorry, but I’m on the list. Mmm-kay?
Sarah: I know that Max Caulfield is not on any list for the Vortex Club. Nice try.
Max: Listen…
Sarah: No, you listen. Courtney is supposed to be the VIP gatekeeper, not me. So please go.
*Max goes over to Courtney*
Max: Hey, Courtney, how are you?
Courtney: Max! Our guest star arrives fashionably late! Say “Bonsoir” to the “End of the World”! Even though you flaked on my party make-over...You still get special access to the Vortex Club VIP lounge…
Max: You better let your minion know since she won't let me pass.
Courtney: Oh, that little asshole just made her last mistake. She thinks she’s Victoria. Buh bye. Now, let’s go make an official VIP entrance, Max Factor! Get it… ?
*Max and Courtney goes over to Sarah*
Courtney: Hey Sarah, do you know that I personally put Max’s name on the list? So you like, decide to block her from coming in while I’m taking a break? You’re not in charge here.
Sarah: Wait, I just... I…
Courtney: Oh my God, you’re done. And you’re off the list, permanently. Welcome to the Vortex Club.
*Max enters the VIP section and goes over to Hayden*
Max: What's up, Hayden?
Hayden: Look, up in the sky—it's Super Max, here to save the party!
Max: Have you seen Nathan?
Hayden: I just vaped some dank OG bud, so I can barely see you... or these hotties next to me. You want a hit?
Max: No, I want to find Nathan.
Hayden: Me too. He's supposed to be bringing some special party favors... I hope... at the party... you actually plan to party at the party.
Max: Not this week. So, has anybody here seen Nathan?
Hayden: I guess you have to go ask everybody here... or you can sit down and take a quick hit.
Max: Hayden, does Sean Prescott pay for the Vortex Club parties?
Hayden: What doesn't he pay for? The Prescotts shit money. How else could we afford DJ Doomsday to spin?
Max: The Prescott family is literally making you dance... What about Victoria?
Hayden: God, go ask her yourself. I would, but like I said... I'm fucking ripped.
Max: Maybe you better take it easy tonight.
Hayden: Whatever. I'm in this world to have fun... try it sometime, Max. I finally get you and Dana to come out to a Vortex Club party, but you just want to lecture me... Gee, thanks, "Mr. Madsen."
Max: How much fun did Kate have at your last party? Listen, Hayden... just watch out for Nathan tonight.
Hayden: I think that's your job, Max. Come back when you're ready to have fun...
*Max goes over to Taylor*
Taylor: Max! Look at you go, girl!
Max: Taylor, have you seen Nathan yet?
Taylor: No... that's fine by me. He's been getting like too buggy... and kind of scary. Victoria might know...
Max: How has Nathan been scary?
Taylor: I've always thought he was a creeper. Fun, but...you can tell he doesn't give a shit about anybody.
Max: What does Victoria say about that?
Taylor: She blows it off, but Vic is close with Nathan. They're more like brother-sister. Or something...She really cares about him.
Max: Is this why you want to be in the Vortex Club?
Taylor: No, Max. I'm like far from home at a great school. I want to learn things, make friends and party...but when Kate was on the roof, I knew I had gone too far...
Max: Kate was dosed at the last Vortex Club party by Nathan, so you should avoid any drink here tonight.
Taylor: Trust me, I won't even drink my own water when Nathan is around now. He's a pharmacy simulator.
Max: I do have to go now. Look out for yourself, Taylor. And give my best to your mom.
Taylor: Oh, thanks, Max. She's doing great after her surgery. I'm glad to know you're looking out for us too...
*Max goes over to Logan*
Max: Logan, can I talk to you for a second?
Logan: Max, all right! I'll talk after you shake that booty for me!
Max: Uh, no. Have you seen Nathan?
Logan: I can't even get Victoria or Taylor to twerk... and you want to hang with Nathan? Why?
Max: Business.
Logan: You should talk to his dad then. Bro has got more money than God... and he spends it on the Vortex Club, not the losers over there in the cheap seats.
Max: Logan, this is a swimming pool. In other words, you haven't seen Nathan.
Logan: Ask Victoria, she always knows where he is. Why don't you ever want to see me, Max? You're so cute and we never really talk...
Max: Logan, you're such a dick. You bailed on Dana when she was pregnant, right when she needed you most. Now you're trying to mack on me? Are you proud of yourself?
Logan: Bro, you are giving me the full body tackle... I already feel like an ass for flaking on Dana. How can I be an un-dick now?
Max: You could start by not trying to sex up every female in front of you. The rest is your choice... Use it well, bro.
Max: Oh, and don't ever touch Daniel DaCosta again. You will regret it. Now excuse me.
Logan: Damn, that was way more exciting than a dance... Catch ya later, Max!
*Max goes over to Dana and Trevor*
Dana: Yay, Max! I can't believe you showed up! Why didn't you tell me? We could have dressed up together!
Max: As you can tell by my outfit, I was in a hurry... Dana, have you seen Nathan around?
Dana: Hell no, I've been dancing with Trevor. Come on and dance with us! Look at Trevor trying to bust a move!
Max: You guys look really happy together...
Dana: I think we are. He's so different than Logan. We actually talk about life... And he knows how to be safe.
Max: How is the "End Of The World" going?
Dana: Great! This has been the worst fucking week of my life, so I needed to act like a carefree student tonight...For Kate...
Max: I hear you, Dana. But I want you to avoid Nathan if you see him, okay?
Dana: I will if I want to have fun... I still feel sorry for him. He needs help, but not from his family...
Max: What do you know about his dad, Sean Prescott?
Dana: Uh, rich. And rich. And a dickhead, according to Nathan. The Prescotts can't buy a happy family... or a happy club.
Max: The Vortex Club is also enabling him.
Dana: I know... Juliet wrote a story describing it like a cult and I'm starting to think she was right... It's not fun anymore.
Max: Sounds like you're ready for a change.
Dana: I don't need any club to be cool or have friends. Look at you...Plus I like hanging with Trevor and his skater friends. No drama!
Max: That sounds like a plan, Dana. I'm glad Trevor is with you tonight.
Dana: Thanks. The boy cannot dance, though... look at that!
*Max goes over to Victoria*
Victoria: Sorry, Max. Vortex Club members only.
Max: Sorry, I’m on the guest list.
Victoria: I’m taking you off.
Max: Go fuck your selfie, Victoria. I don't have time for this bullshit.
Victoria: Real cute, Max. And after I apologized to you the other day...
Max: Do you even have a clue what's going on at Blackwell?
Max: Kate Marsh tried to kill herself in front of you and me... everybody here!
Victoria: That's not my fault, Max. Don't you even try to blame me!
Max: I blame Nathan for dosing Kate, but nobody at that party even cared that she was so wasted.
Victoria: It's a fucking party, everybody is wasted! What do you want from me?
Max: Some humanity, Victoria.
Victoria: Well, you got Nathan busted out of Blackwell, so you should be happy. And I'm the only person here who cares what Nathan is going through.
Max: This is bigger than a problem child.
Victoria: I'm not perfect, okay? I'm a teenager at an art school. I'm only here to become a photographer and get famous.
Max: Is that what you were trying to tell Mr. Jefferson last night?
Victoria: You saw me talking to him?
Max: Saw... and heard.
Victoria: We were just talking about how excited he is for the "Everyday Heroes" contest. That doesn't mean I'm going to win or anything.
Max: I hope you win fair.
Victoria: We'll see...And Max, I know you don't like me either, so it's not like we have to be friends or anything.
Max: Why the hell not? We're both into art and photography, both kind of weird and pretentious. If we hung out without attitude, we'd get along fine.
Victoria: I almost asked you to hang out. You said my photos were "Avedon-esque." Then I remembered who I was...
Max: You should have asked me. It would have been cool to compare photo notes.
Victoria: Maybe we're too much alike...
Max: You might be right.
Victoria: Well, Max Caulfield, there's still time for you to get in the Vortex Club...
Max: I actually hope so, Victoria.
Victoria: Why do you say it like that?
Max: Victoria, listen to me... your life is in serious danger. I know Nathan is your friend, but he is truly unstable and dangerous. He did drug Kate at that party so he could take her some place... dark.
Victoria: What? Nice try, Max. But I don’t believe you. And why would he do that?
Max: That I don't know yet. But it was enough to make Kate want to die... And I think you're next.
Victoria: Max, that is crazy. Nathan is like one of my best friends. Yes, he takes serious meds, but that's not his fault. His family treats him like a total freak, just because he has little meltdowns.
Max: They’re not little anymore. They’re deadly. I don’t care if you hate me or not, but you have to believe me.
Victoria: You could have been a major bitch to me when I got hit with that paint... and I deserved it.
Victoria: Max, I don't hate you... I actually think you're one of the coolest people at Blackwell... Weird, but cool. You just don't know it yet. Maybe I'm jealous because you don't give a shit what anybody thinks. And I do.
Victoria: To be honest, Nathan has been freaking me out lately... He’s not here and I haven’t seen him.
Max: Just make sure you stay away from him and stick close to your friends tonight, okay?
Victoria: I'll let you boss me around this one time. And I have other people I can go to for protection. Thanks for telling me this, Max. If what you said is true... then you be careful, too.
Max: I’ve got my own protection.
Victoria: Um, text me if you need anything...
Max: I will. Thanks, Victoria.
Victoria: Au revoir.
Max (thinking): Maybe there's hope yet for Victoria and me... I'm glad I warned her. I hope she's okay.
*Chloe enters through a door in the back of the VIP area, waits for Max, and Max goes over to her*
Max: There you are. Chloe, Nathan isn't here. Nobody has seen him tonight.
Chloe: He’s definitely not upstairs or in the lockers.
Max: Damn, maybe he's hiding in his dorm.
Chloe: Then let’s bail. Nathan can’t hide anymore.
*Max and Chloe start to walk towards the exit and Mr. Jefferson blocks them*
Mr. Jefferson: So you made it, Max.
Max: Oh, hey, Mr. Jefferson...
Mr. Jefferson: Um... are you both okay? You look like you're on a mission...
Max: Oh, I was just looking for Nathan.
Mr. Jefferson: Aha. I didn't know you were pals with him. I haven't seen him since this afternoon... He seemed pretty upset. I think he's still quite upset over the whole Kate situation.
Max: Yeah, that makes sense.
Mr. Jefferson: Let's talk later, Max. I have to announce the winner of the contest. I do wish you would have entered. You have to build up that résumé and portfolio, but I know you will.
Max: Thanks, I hope so.
Mr. Jefferson: Okay, excuse me. I’m almost on...
Chloe: Let’s get the hell out of here, Max.
*Chloe puts her hand on Max's back, they leave the VIP area, Mr. Jefferson walks over to the DJ booth, and takes the microphone*
Mr. Jefferson: Okay, everybody calm down. Thank you, thank you... I appreciate it. I don't want to get in the way of the party, but it's time to announce the winner of the "Everyday Heroes" contest.
*Max stops to watch, Chloe, annoyed, grabs Max's wrist, and unsuccessfully tries to pull her towards the exit*
Mr. Jefferson: Before I do, I want to thank everybody who entered their photograph... and everybody who thought about entering. Now, this is the most important step in being an artist—sharing your work with the world. All of you represent Blackwell Academy, and everything our school stands for. As far as I'm concerned, you're all "Everyday Heroes"! The envelope, please... And the winner is… Oh my, what a shocker... Victoria Chase!
Victoria: Oh my God!
*Victoria takes the microphone from Mr. Jefferson*
Victoria: Thank you so much, Mr. Jefferson. It was your incredible photography that brought me to Blackwell and I hope I can live up to your name... and fame. I also want to thank all the students for being so dedicated in their pursuit. And I'd like to dedicate this prize to Kate Marsh... She is the real "everyday hero" of Blackwell. And I can't wait for her to come back. Thank you.
Stella: You suck, Victoria!
Max: Victoria won. Big surprise. I can't believe she blackmailed Jefferson... Well... yes, I can.
Chloe: Who fucking cares? Rachel is still who knows where. And I want Nathan's punk ass... now!
Max: Me too. Let’s go check out the dormitories.
*Max and Chloe leave the party, make it outside, Chloe's phone buzzes, Chloe checks it, and notices it is from Nathan*
(Nathan): Glad you got one last look at Rachel.
Nobody will ever find her again after I'm done with her.
Chloe: Oh Christ, Nathan just texted me... He says there won't be any evidence left after he's done.
Max: Shit, we have to go to the barn right now!
*Max and Chloe run to the truck and head to the barn*

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*Max and Chloe make it to the barn, they notice the front entrance is open, they run inside, go down the steps, enters the Dark Room, they notice Rachel ain't around, someone appears behind Max, and sticks a syringe in the back of her neck*
Max: Oh no…
*Max falls to the ground and she unsuccessfully tries to use her rewind power*
Max: Chloe! Look out!
*Chloe turns around, she grabs the two guns from her back pocket*
Chloe: What the fuck?
*Chloe is immediately shot in the head, she is killed, and Max watches her fall to the ground in slow motion*
Max: Chloe…
*The killer slowly walks over to Max and she looks up to see Mr. Jefferson looming over her before passing out*

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*Max wakes up tied to a chair in the Dark Room, Victoria is lying on the floor to Max's left and is unconscious, and Chloe is on the couch with a bullet hole on her head*
Max (thinking): Chloe...? What? Where? The Dark Room...
*Max shouts*
Max: Is anybody out there?! Please, help!
*Max notices Chloe on the couch and remembers she getting shot by Jefferson*
Max: Chloe! Shit! I can't believe Jefferson shot you. Chloe, I will get him for this or get back to a point where I can save you. Jefferson won't get away with this.
*Max notices Victoria on the ground on her left*
Max: Victoria...wake up. Wake up!
*Victoria groans, but doesn't wake up and Max successfully detaches her right foot from the chair*
Max (thinking): Finally! I'm free! Almost...
*Max uses her foot to pull the trolley in front of her and she looks at a photo Jefferson took of her*
Max (thinking): I hate looking at myself like that. You'll pay for this, Jefferson.
*Max focuses on the photo*
Max (thinking): I promised I would never go back in time like this again... But this is the only way...
Jefferson: Oh, that's great... Oh, Max...
*Max wakes up lying on the ground with her hands tied, while Mr. Jefferson takes pictures of her*
Jefferson: This angle highlights your purity, see? The slightly unconscious model is often the most open and honest. No vanity or posing just...pure expression.
*Jefferson moves Max's leg*
Mr. Jefferson: Oh Christ... Look at that perfect face.
*Max attempts to move her head, Jefferson smacks her back into position, and he starts shouting*
Jefferson: Hold that stare there!
*Jefferson shouts angrily*
Jefferson: Stay still!
*Jefferson continues to take pictures, Max whimpers, tries to move, and Jefferson shouts angrily again*
Jefferson: Oh, Max! You fucked up my shot!
*Jefferson talks calmly*
Jefferson: But please don't worry, we have all the time in the world. For now. I knew you were special the second I saw your first..."selfie". Yes, I still hate that word. But I love the purity of your own image. Not like Rachel, who was always looking in the wrong places. Poor Rachel. Wait... Let me try this angle.
*Jefferson steps over Max and continues to take pictures*
Jefferson: Don't move!
*Jefferson positions Max's shoulder*
Jefferson: Oh, much better... Thanks, Max. If only Nathan could see this setup. He tried so hard, but you can't just throw a few subjects around and expect a cohesive style or theme. But he had an eye for shadows. And an eye for a whole lot more, as his elite family will find out...along with Arcadia Bay.
*Jefferson positions Max's head*
Jefferson: Nice... Good... Oh, those eyes...
*Jefferson positions Max's shoulder again*
Jefferson: It's just too bad you're so goddamn nosy, Max! But, this room...is under 24/7 surveillance, so all I had to do was text your... friend from Nathan's phone, and you fell right into my hands. You really should have focused on schoolwork, not "private detecting" with your little...friend. While, thanks for helping me drug Victoria as a subject of mine.
Max: Chloe...
Jefferson: Chloe, right. Yeah, I'm sorry I killed—that Nathan killed her in self-defense. But she had a troubled history like most Arcadia Bay dropouts. Nobody will be surprised...or care. Though I promise...people will care when you die tonight, Max. I wasn't lying when I said you have a gift.
*Jefferson crouches to take photos*
Jefferson: Okay... Now, this looks good. Maybe a few more close-ups...
*Max moves her head and Jefferson stands up againi*
Jefferson: Max, please do not move so much. I need you posed and framed my way! Maybe a new dose will calm you down...
Max: No, no... No...
*Max whimpers, struggles as Jefferson drags the trolley over, and Jefferson fills a syringe with drugs from a vial*
Jefferson: Now don't move, or this will...hurt...much.
*Max kicks the trolley away, the vials of drugs fall, one breaking, spilling liquid over a folder, and Jefferson shouts in rage*
Jefferson: Stupid bitch! You just don't listen, do you?
*Jefferson talks threateningly*
Jefferson: In fact, you never did hear much in my class; if you had, you might have seen all this coming.
*Jefferson crouches down next to Max and talks admiringly*
Jefferson: Goddamn, you are a fighter, though. I've had my eye on you, and I have noticed that you've been more...fearless this week than maybe your whole life.
*Max struggles and shakes her head*
Max: No...
Jefferson: Remember my number one rule. Always...take...the shot.
*Jefferson injects the needle into Max, she struggles, cries out, goes limp as she falls unconscious, and she wakes up in present time*
Max (thinking): Oh, Jesus... I can't believe that happened. So sick.
*Max glances at Victoria as she groans and starts to stir*
Max: Victoria? Hey, Victoria...it's Max. Can you hear me?
Victoria: Max...
*Victoria is panicked and on the verge of tears*
Victoria: Oh, God, where—where are we? Oh, what's happening?
Max: You've been drugged like Kate...and me. Do you remember how you got here?
Victoria: No... I don't know... Wait... You warned me. You warned me about Nathan. Then I went to Jefferson for help, and he was acting so weird... That's the last thing I remember. And I can't move my hands!
*Victoria starts crying and continues to panic*
Victoria: Help me, Max! Please, I'm sorry for everything!
Max: Listen carefully, Mark Jefferson kidnapped us. He's using Nathan as well. Jefferson is very dangerous, so we have to get out of here before he comes back.
Victoria: Max... I just can't believe this is real. I don't want to die like this! I'm only 18!
Max: Victoria...please, listen...I have a plan.
Victoria: Really? How? Max...I'm so scared.
Max: So am I. But...we don't have time to be scared. We have to fight back...now.
Victoria: Max...I can't even move my arms... How are we supposed to fight?
Max: I'm not going to let that asshole get away with this. I just... I need you to be strong. I can't do this alone. We need to act while we're clear-headed. If he doses us again, we'll forget everything.
Victoria: I'm not strong, Max. Look at me... Look what I did to Kate Marsh... Now she's in the hospital, and I'm here.
Max: We're both here, okay?
Victoria: I just can't believe this is happening... That Jefferson would do this to me...to us...
Max: Victoria, we will find a way to escape. I promise.
Victoria: Max...I believe you. Now I know what Kate had to go through...and I almost killed her...
Max: Shh. No, you didn't. Don't think about that now.
Victoria: God, I was so fucking stupid... Please, get us out of here!
Max: I will... Just try to be calm...
Victoria: Please don't hate me... Please don't let me die in here...
Max: Victoria, nobody is dying in here. We will escape. I promise.
Victoria: You have to get us out of here... You have to! Oh, Max... I'm so, so sorry... I had no clue...
Max: Neither did I...but we do now. I'll find a way out.
Victoria: Max... What can we do? What?
Max: Hold on, I'm thinking...
Victoria: Why is Mr. Jefferson doing this? Why?! This can't be real... I want to wake up...
Max: I need you to help me, okay?
Victoria: Max... You have to help us... you have to...
Max (thinking): He drugged me for his fucked up binders...just to take photos... I could try another photo... It makes me sick just thinking about him... Jefferson was too good to be true... How could I miss the signs? Okay, I changed some things... I could use some of these new pictures... I can still get out of this and save Chloe... I have to. How long has he been hiding all this? You are not going to die in here...
*Max looks at another photo of herself on the trolley*
Max (thinking): Whoa... I—I'm definitely more awake in this photo... I could try this one.
*Max focuses on the photo*
Max (thinking): This might work. Please work...
Jefferson: So wise yet so innocent...
*Max is still tied up in her chair while Mr. Jefferson takes photos of her from behind a camera mounted on a tripod*
Jefferson: I'm getting some spectacular images here, Max. Yes, Victoria would kill to be in your place, but...she doesn't understand our...connection. You're the winner, Max. I choose you...your portrait.
Max: Fuck you.
Jefferson: You're trying too hard. I know you're scared... You all have the same doe-eyed look when you wake up here. Replaced by fear as you realize what's about to happen.
Max: Mr. Jefferson, why are you doing this?
*Jefferson steps away from the tripod and approaches Max*
Jefferson: Oh, Max... I'm so glad you asked that question. Simply put, I'm obsessed with the idea of capturing that moment innocence evolves into corruption. That shift from black, to white, to grey, and beyond... Most models are cynical. They...lose that naiveté. However, some Blackwell students carry their hope and...optimism with them like...an aura. And those lucky few become my models...my subjects.
Max: Yes, you're a psychopath. And this is your last session.
Jefferson: Au contraire, Max. I'm so sane, that nobody knows what's happening to you right now.
Jefferson: As you can see, Sleeping Beauty here is too harsh for my gentle lens. And don't get me started on your late partner. I had enough of those faux-punk sluts in my Seattle days.
Max: Go to hell. You will, for everybody you've hurt. Specially because of you killing Chloe! You murdered my best friend.
Jefferson: She had a loaded weapon. This was clearly self-defense; but that's what happens when you play with guns...or try to fuck with me. It's better when they don't know...like pure...sweet...Kate. I don't believe in that bullshit. She could have been my masterpiece. The world is what an artist makes it...and my muse—
Max: Kate believed, and she survived. You failed to break her. She's stronger than ever. And she'll outlive you.
Jefferson: She'll certainly outlive you. Who knows? Maybe I'll pay Kate a visit soon and test her faith again...
Max: You will not get away with this. I want you to know that.
Jefferson: Then why did you blame David Madsen for stalking Kate? Of course, he was the only person who was about to find out the truth. Irony. Too bad you already made a convincing argument against Nathan in the Principal's office. Thank you so much for setting him up for me. When you told the principal that I made Kate cry, I thought you almost had me. It's good our esteemed Principal Wells is like most administrators...a closet drunk. I do know that the Prescotts are going to have a major scandal when the town finds out what their elite son has been doing for homework...
Max: You used Nathan.
Jefferson: I prefer the term "manipulated." Like with an image... Nathan's was easy to twist around. I became a sort of...father figure for Nathan. It happens often in teacher/student relationships. It was kind of...touching, for a while.
Max: Did you tell him everything about your plans at Blackwell?
Jefferson: Don't be stupid, Max. I told him what he needed to hear. In return, I had access...to the Prescott fortune; who do you think paid for this glorious dark room and equipment? How else could I get all these hip, new drugs for my subjects?
Max: Rachel Amber was your victim, not your "subject".
Jefferson: Oh...Rachel Amber... Hm. That's the real tragedy. Nathan thought he could be an artist like me...instead, the dumbass decided to let her get away.
Max: Why Rachel?
Jefferson: I don't have time to tell you everything. But she... was special. A human chameleon... So many visual possibilities... We had a real connection.
Max: Did she let you... take pictures of her?
Jefferson: Rachel was in love with me. That's not my ego. Just look at our sessions. Not that I'll let you. Nobody loved having their picture taken more.
Max: Did you know she also had a connection with Frank?
Jefferson: Let's be honest, she was doing the classic "bad boy" thing. She was over Frank before it began. He just didn't know.
Max: Chloe and Rachel...you hurt both of them!
Jefferson: Who knows. They could be fucking together in heaven right now. Is that what you wanna hear?
Max: Why? Why?!
Jefferson: "Why? Why?" Start listening to me, you dumb cunt! I'm sorry, Max. That was not cool. Anyway, Rachel isn't around in Arcadia Bay anymore. But no tears, Los Angeles probably killed her, so, look at this as a favor.
Max: You're evil.
Jefferson: Oh, I see... You and your friends almost beat Nathan to death. You see, we're not so different.
Max: Yes, yes we are. I cared more about Nathan than you did.
Jefferson: No! You didn't. It's just too bad he fell in lust with Rachel; he actually thought he could mimic what I do with a camera and subject; like father, but not like son.
Max: Where is Nathan now?
Jefferson: Dead and buried. After what he did for Rachel, I knew I couldn't keep him as a protégé for much longer. Now the police will never find his body... Do you finally get it now, Max? I can't compromise my vision with amateurs.
Max: You are an amateur. Look at the trail of death you've left behind. You can't blame all this on Nathan! I don't care what you do to me. You're gonna die, motherfucker! For Chloe, and Rachel, and everybody else!
Jefferson: I do love your spirit, Max, but you brought yourself here, by your own choice. Anyway, I like my models to be seen and not heard...so I have to make sure...there's nothing left behind...of you.
*Jefferson goes over to the camera tripod*
Jefferson: Okay. Now, let's see how these shots came out. I can see why your instant camera is so appealing.
*Jefferson goes to the shelf and turns on stereo*
Jefferson: You don't need a computer to print your work out.
*Jefferson goes to the back of the Dark Room to work on the photos*
Jefferson: Oh, now this one... This is purity personified... Max...I wish you could see yourself now... This one is out of focus... But that's my fault, Max. God, I wish you had been around back in my day... Your eyes are so wide... so lost... Beautiful. Man, I would love to share this with the world... Now look at this one... Total gallery bait... It's too bad I'm the only one who can frame you... Oh... now this is art...
Max (thinking): Sorry. This is not art... If I talk to him... distract him... maybe he'll give up a photo. Come on, Max... Think, girl!
*Max looks at her journal in the corner*
Max (thinking): I have all those photos in my diary... This could be a way out.
*Max rewinds and speaks to Jefferson as he turns to leave*
Max: Wait! Please, Mr. Jefferson...
Jefferson: Max... I would love to talk shop, but I really need to go over these pictures. Especially while they're fresh in my mind... I think our session...was a career high for me...
Max: You...you still have my diary.
Jefferson: Don't worry...nobody's going to read it. Thanks for reminding me.
*Jefferson approaches Max's journal and picks it up*
Jefferson: There's nothing more innocent than a teenager's diary. Oh...look at your selfies. What a waste of talent.
*Jefferson throws Max's journal to the floor and it opens to a page with a selfie of Max in the photography classroom*
Jefferson: Look at that shot, Max... You can do so much better.
*Jefferson walks away, turns on the stereo, returns to looking at his photos of Max, Max looks down at her diary, and focuses on her selfie*

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Victoria: ...hopeless faces. You feel, like, totally haunted by the eyes of those sad mothers and children.
Jefferson: I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation. Sh, sh, sh. I believe Max has taken what you kids call a "selfie". A dumb word...
Max (thinking): I'm back... Right back where I started this insane week... And nobody is going to hurt Chloe ever again...
Jefferson: ...for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max...has a gift. Of course as you all know the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800s. Your generation was not the first to use images for "selfie-expression". Sorry. I couldn't resist. The point remains that the portraiture has always been a vital aspect of art, and photography, for as long as it's been around. Now, Max, since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?
Max: Who cares? This class is hella bullshit.
Jefferson: I'll pretend you didn't say that, and let you try to answer one more...
Max: The Daguerreian Process. He was a real visionary...not a hypocrite.
Jefferson: Uh... What do you mean by that?
Max: I mean that he actually created something. He didn't just take pictures of models and pretend they were art. Also I am sorry, there's no time left. I mean, your class is almost over.
*Victoria turns in her seat to glare at Max and rests her arm on the back of her chair*
Jefferson: Oh... Well, uh... Thanks for the warning, Max. So, the Daguerreian Process made portraiture quite popular, mainly because it gave the subjects clear, defined features. You can learn more when you finish reading the assigned chapters. Max has...clearly read more into them than...I have. And clearly doesn't have the, uh...time for anything else.
*The school bell rings, the students begin collecting their things, and leaves the room*
Jefferson: And, guys, don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the "Everyday Heroes" contest. I'll fly out...
Max (thinking): Time to change time...
Jefferson: ...with the winner to San Francisco where you'll be feted by the art world. It's great exposure and it can kickstart a career in photography. So...
Max (thinking): First, let's make it real easy to capture Mark Jefferson.
Jefferson: ...Stella and Alyssa, get it together. Taylor, don't hide, I'm still waiting for your entry too. And, yes, Max, I see you pretending not to see me.
Max (thinking): Bastard. I have to warn David about Jefferson and the Dark Room.
*Max searches her bag and finds a pamphlet for Blackwell*
Max (thinking): I should be able to track down David's number from the school pamphlet.
*Max flips through the pages until she finds David's number*
Max (thinking): Found you!
*Max takes out her phone to text David*
Max (thinking): For once, David...I'm praying you'll overreact to this as much as everything else...and take Jefferson down fast.
(Max): Mr. Madsen. You're after Rachel Amber. Mark Jefferson is guilty. His Dark Room is under the Prescotts' farmhouse. You know the location. He's sick and dangerous. Stop him.
*Max deletes her message after sending it and puts her phone in her pocket*
Max (thinking): You wanted me to enter the contest, asshole.
*Max grabs her bag and gets up from her seat*
Max (thinking): So maybe I'll be going to San Francisco. And, Jefferson...you'll be going to prison.
*Max's nose starts bleeding and she wipes the blood away*
Max (thinking): The past within the past... Am I pushing myself too hard?
*Max approaches Kate and Kate looks up at her*
Max: Hi, Kate...
Kate: Oh... Hey, Max.
Max: Kate, listen to me...
Kate: I am.
Max: Always remember that you're not alone. I've got your back, no matter what happens. So do a lot of other people. We all care. We're all here for you. You need to know that.
Kate: Max... That makes me feel so blessed for the first time this week... I...I don't know what to say...
Max: That's okay, neither do I. Maybe we could both use a hug.
*Kate gets up and she and Max hug*
Kate: Thanks. You always know the right thing to do.
*Kate returns to her desk, takes a photo of Kate, and goes over to Jefferson and Kate*
Max: Mr. Jefferson? We need to talk.
Jefferson: Uh—
Victoria: Can you see I'm talking to Mr. Jefferson now?
Max: Yes, I see. But maybe you shouldn't...
Victoria: Uh, and why not?
Jefferson: Hold on, Victoria. Are you okay, Max?
Max: I will be when Victoria realizes that hiding behind a screen, posting videos of people is incredibly cruel and unfair. You're smart enough to know how easy it is to hurt somebody, to destroy their life. I just want you to think about how much it would hurt if somebody did that to you. You can always make the right choice, Victoria. I know you've got a good heart. I've seen it.
Victoria: Listen...I...I didn't...
Max: You don't have to explain. There's no reason for you to be so insecure you can't be happy with your own talent. Wouldn't it be better to lift people up than to bring them down? You could inspire people...
Victoria: Okay, I don't know what you're talking about now... Do I, Mr. Jefferson?
Jefferson: I think I should stay out of this one, Victoria.
Victoria: Then I guess I'm done talking.
Max: And that's okay too.
*Victoria leaves the classroom*
Jefferson: That was kind of random, Max. What did you mean?
*Max takes her selfie out and hands it to Jefferson*
Max: Here's my photograph for the "Everyday Heroes" contest.
Jefferson: Oh, uh... That was easy.
Max: No... It wasn't easy at all.
Jefferson: Well, I, uh... I—I can't pre-judge yet, but I'm very...happy you decided to enter. That means a lot to me...and Blackwell. The—the first step for any artist is to put themselves out there, in the world, without fear. To be...innocent.
Max: Or guilty.
Jefferson: Uh... Well... Thanks...for the photo. Maybe both of us will be jet-setting to San Francisco this Friday.
Max: Or maybe only one of us will be going.
Jefferson: Don't be so modest, Max. Anything can happen in a week...
Max: As you're going to find out, Mr. Jefferson.
*A timestream montage shows Chloe in the bathroom with Nathan, Chloe and Max walking on the train tracks, a cop eating breakfast being replaced by several cops investigating the Dark Room, Kate crying in the hallway replaced by Kate and the principal watching Jefferson being arrested, Kate on the roof replaced by Rachel being found, Max with Chloe at the Vortex Club party replaced by Max winning the contest, Jefferson killing Chloe and drugging Max replaced by Chloe helping Max pack for San Francisco, and Jefferson taking pictures of Max replaced by Max getting into a taxi to go the airport*

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*Max wakes up on the plane and Principal Wells is asleep in the aisle seat next to her*
Max (thinking): Whoa!
*Max looks out the window at the wing of the plane*
Max (thinking): Okay... You're okay, Max... You're safe...on a plane. I hope I did everything right this time.
*Max leans forward to look at the newspaper in front of Wells. The headline says "Local Teacher Arrested!"*
Max (thinking): Good work, David.
*Max takes her phone out of her pocket to check her text messages and smiles knowing Chloe is alive*
Max: Chloe... Oh, you're alive... Oh, you're alive. I did it... I fixed everything. Wowser.
*Max puts her phone away again and relaxes in the seat*
Announcement: Please fasten your seat and stow any electronic gear until the plane is on the ground and at the gate. Thank you. We're starting our descent in a few minutes. It's a beautiful day in San Francisco with clear skies and cool 60 degrees. We hope you enjoyed your trip, and we thank you very much for choosing Pacific West Air. Come fly with us anytime.
Principal Wells: Ah, I don't think so. I'm hoping these airline seats get smaller so I won't have to fly at all anymore.
Max: How did you sleep?
Principal Wells: Hope I wasn't snoring out loud, Max...
Max: Just a bit.
Principal Wells: It's...been a tough week at Blackwell, so I hope you'll forgive me. Between Mr. Jefferson and the Prescotts, things have been...hectic, to say the least.
Max: I totally get it, Principal Wells.
Principal Wells: That's a smart way of telling me to stop whining. We are proud of you for representing Blackwell at the "Everyday Heroes" contest. I know I'm not exactly the guide you wanted in San Francisco. But we all want you to have a great experience here.
Max: I already am, and we're not even there.
*Max's nose starts bleeding and she wipes away the blood*
Max (thinking): Christ! Another nosebleed? Max...you're not just screwing around with time...
*The screen fades out. Another timestream montage appears: Max tied to a chair in the Dark Room is replaced by Max and Wells exiting the airport and getting into a taxi*

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*Max walks slowly near the entrance of the gallery, stares in awe at the people and pictures, Principal Wells is talking to the woman at the front desk, Max approaches him, touches his arm to get his attention, and he turns to face her*
Max: San Francisco is so cool...and this gallery is huge!
Principal Wells: So is the buffet. If an event skimps on the food, you know it's a bad event.
Max: As long as I don't have to eat any caviar...
Principal Wells: This is your day, Max. You can do whatever you want. I hope you take advantage of your status and talk to as many influential people here as possible. Work the room.
Max: I don't know... I feel so weird, like I'm a little kid hanging with the adults.
Principal Wells: Max, after this week, you are certainly not a little kid anymore. In fact, you're a noteworthy adult being honored by your peers. Now, you have to start acting like the photographer you want to be. Hell, I wanted to be in charge of a big school someday, so I started taking charge of things when I was young. Ask my poor classmates... Max, I'm gonna eat up that caviar so you don't have to. Better get in there and start schmoozing. You know, I won't always be here to take charge. But you come talk to me, whenever you want.
*Principal Wells pats Max on the back, leaves, and walks toward the buffet table*
Max: Come on, Max... After everything that's happened, this should be the least scary thing you've ever done.
Max (thinking): Wowser, Max... You did it. Somehow... I went from the Dark Room...to this gallery. I've been through so many realities in one week. Life is...strange.
*Max goes downstairs, grabs the camera behind a woman, takes a photo of her, goes to the Top floor, Max touches Wells' shoulder, and he turns to face her*
Principal Wells: So, how are you handling your new fame as a photographer?
Max: I don't feel like a famous photographer yet.
Principal Wells: Every journey starts with the first step. I'm only a Blackwell bureaucrat, not an artist, but you've made us proud with the great response to your work so far.
Max: It's kinda surreal to be here after everything that happened at Blackwell...
Principal Wells: All the more reason to celebrate your success.
Max: Maybe I feel guilty for celebrating...
Principal Wells: Leave that to me. I...I should've been more proactive about Kate Marsh and her awful situation. She's strong, and I'm glad she made it out of that hell. I should've put my foot down with Nathan Prescott...or put my foot in his ass.
Max: I did tell you that Nathan was involved...not that I expected anyone to believe me...
Principal Wells: I'll regret that for the rest of my life, Max. The Prescotts knew how to protect their own.
Max: Plus, Mark Jefferson was good at hiding his tracks... We were all fooled by him.
Principal Wells: Most of all, me. As you might know, I have a weakness for prestige.
Principal Wells: And Jefferson had such a great reputation. Nobody expected him to be so...disturbed. I couldn't believe the police found those sick photos in his dark room. [sighs] Those poor girls...
Max: At least he's in jail along with Nathan for kidnapping and murder.
Principal Wells: And Sean Prescott is now under serious investigation for all his years of corruption. Money and power can only protect you for so long in Arcadia Bay. The irony is that, for once, Sean Prescott actually had no clue what was going on with Jefferson...and he even brought him to Blackwell.
Max: Now if we can just...figure out what's going on with the weather...maybe everything will be like it was before.
Principal Wells: Environmental science is above my paygrade, Max. But it sure would be nice to get back to Blackwell Academy the way it was before.
Max: I'm hoping this is a fresh start, Principal Wells.
Principal Wells: Like I said before, you're an adult now, Max. You can call me Ray now, at least for this event. Now, if you'll excuse me, I hear the buffet calling for me again...
*Max goes over to her selfie and joins the group looking at it*
Woman: It is different... Loving the retro vibe.
Man: Me too. Makes me wanna go buy an instant camera. Damn, I bet that film costs a fortune.
*Max looks at her photo*
Woman: Hey, and there she is to save the day.
Max: Hi.
Max (thinking): You did it, Max... You're a real artist. At least...for today...
*Max's nose starts to bleed and she grasps her head in her hands as visions of the storm flash and swirl*
Chloe: Max!
*Max awakes from her vision*
Max: Chloe!
Woman: Hey, are you okay? We lost you there for a second...
Man: Uh, your nose!
Max: I'm okay... Uh, jet lag... High altitude...
*Max walks away, the group watches her with concern, Max sits down on one of the benches, and is holding her phone*
Max: You left the ringer off, idiot!
*Max sees that she has 6 missed calls from Chloe, she dials her number, and lifts the phone to her ear*
Max: Come on... Please answer...
Chloe: Max! Holy shit, man! Your vision! It's...it's true! Y—you saw the tornado, it's coming!
Max: What?! Oh, no... Chloe, where are you?
Chloe: I'm so fucking scared! I'm...I'm by the beach, I—I'm stuck in the t—ah—!
*Chloe's voice cuts off and there is silence on the phone*
Max: Chloe! Can you hear me? Hello? Hello?!
*Max puts her phone back in her jacket and gets up*
Max (thinking): Oh, my god, the tornado was real! Oh, I didn't fix shit! Chloe will die... Arcadia Bay is gonna be destroyed... There has to be a way to stop this...for good!
*Max goes back to the Top Floor, returns to her photo, attempts to focus on it, takes too long to focus, and is interrupted by a man trying to talk to her*
Man: Excuse me, I'd love to ask you a few questions about your work?
Max: Sorry, but...
*Max resumes her focus, takes too long, she is interrupted again, and this time by a woman wearing glasses*
Woman: Oh, you're Max Caulfield, right? Tell me what kind of instant camera you used!
Max: Can we talk later? Thanks...
*Max attempts to focus again*
Max (thinking): I literally do not have the time to deal with everybody...
*Another man tries to talk to Max*
Man: Oh, hey... I totally am into your photography.
Max: Not right now...
*Max resumes focusing*
Max (thinking): Focus, Max! Chloe needs you now!
*A woman interrupts Max*
Woman: Oh, my gosh! Can I pick your brain for an hour?
Max: Thanks, but I—I'm busy...
*Max tries to focus again*
Max (thinking): Zen, Max, zen... There's nobody here but you...nobody...

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*A camera flash goes off, Max stands in her room, in front of her wall of photos, and her nose starts bleeding again*
Max: Oh, shit! Oh, my head...
*Max looks at her room; the walls are red and yellow blobs, and are shifting and moving*
Max (thinking): What is going on now? I—It feels like reality is...breaking apart... What am I doing to time?
*Max looks at the polaroid photo she just took*
Max (thinking): I just have to make one simple change...so I won't end up in San Francisco. Simple...
*Max tears up her contest photo*
Max: Sorry, San Francisco... Chloe comes first.
*A timestream montage is shown. Max holding up the winning contest photo is replaced with Max putting the torn photo in her diary. Max getting into a taxi is replaced with Jefferson burning Max's diary. Max entering a taxi with Wells is replaced by Max tied to a chair in the Dark Room. Max looking at her photo in the art gallery is replaced with Jefferson entering the Dark Room*

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*Max wakes up in the Dark Room and is tied to the chair*
Max: Oh, fuck!
Max (thinking): God, no... I'm back here again?! I thought I fixed everything!
*Jefferson stands over Max and his arms are crossed*
Jefferson: What did you say, Max?
Max (thinking): What?! Jefferson should be in jail, not here...
Jefferson: Jesus. It's like you're back in my class. You're still...spacing...out. It might be cool if you took one of your patented selfies now... The transformation between the old Max and the new Max...
*Max's right foot is shown to be free from the restraint and Max's fearful and confused expression turns to a scowl.
Jefferson: Anyway, answer my question, please.
Max: Eat shit and die.
Jefferson: Good answer, good answer.
*Max's nose begins bleeding, Jefferson leans in to inspect it, holds Max's head as she struggles, and steps back*
Jefferson: Hey...your nose is bleeding. Probably gave you too big a dose. Sorry about that, Max. But considering you're about to die, a nosebleed is a first-world problem.
*Max looks over to where Victoria was previously lying on the floor and finds the spot is empty*
Jefferson: Oh. I had to let Victoria Chase go.
Max: You let her...?
Jefferson: Don't be stupid, okay?! She's exactly where she deserves to be.
Max: No...
Jefferson: Oh, as if you care. Your iris... That...dilation like a shutter...the pictures you're taking of me now. Too bad you pissed away your gift. You could have won the contest, but you destroyed your own beautiful photograph. What a waste. Sorry. I burned all your stuff. I got a little carried away.
*Max looks over to see the burned remains of her journal in a tray on the trolley*
Jefferson: You know, I always believed in your vision.
Max (thinking): Fuck! He burned my diary! That's why I'm still here.
Jefferson: Especially since you've developed from nerd to hero within a week. There's something...weird going on with you.
*The lights in the room flicker, thunder can be heard outside, Jefferson looks at the ceiling, and back at Max*
Jefferson: Whoa! Did you see how crazy it is outside? Like I said...something weird... There's that fear... Oh, Max... It's an honor working with you on these final sessions. I hope these images will be appreciated for what they truly capture. The loss...of youth. At least...that's the last lecture you'll ever have to hear from me. And I promise you...no more nosebleeds.
Max: Mr. Jefferson... Please...don't do this. You don't know what's happening.
Jefferson: Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh... Quiet...quiet, Max.
*Jefferson walks away, Max struggles against her bonds, and sobs a little*
Max: Please! Don't do this!
*Jefferson fills a syringe and walks over to Max*
Jefferson: I promise. This final dose won't hurt.
*Jefferson tilts Max's head to expose her neck, about to inject her with the needle, and someone grabs Jefferson from behind*
Jefferson: What?
*Max notices who it is*
Max: Des!
*Des brings handcuffs out, puts them on Mr. Jefferson hands, puts him on the ground, tapes up Mr. Jefferson's legs, and starts helping Max get out of the chair*
Max: I didn't expect you to come and save me.
Des: I couldn't let one of my own mother die to a psychopath like Jefferson.
Max: Well, thank you for saving me.
Des: No problem at all. Plus, I should be thanking you and Chloe for bringing me to this world. I wouldn't have been able to do this without that happening.
*Des finishes with helping Max out of the chair and Max gets up*
Max: What going to happen to Jefferson?
Des: Well, after you and me leave here. David will be coming in and will arrest him.
Max: David, could have been the one to save me?!
Des: Yea, he would have. If I didn't get here first.
*Max notices Mr. Jefferson*
Max: Mr. Jefferson? Now it's your turn to be captured in a moment...
*Max starts thinking about Chloe*
Max: Save Chloe...
*Max looks at her burned diary*
Max: He burned everything...including all of my photos...
*Max thinks about Warren and the photo he got from last night*
Max: Warren! Yes! I can use that picture he took of us!
*Max tries to use her phone*
Max: Shit! No signal.
*Max grabs the car keys on the table*
Max: Thanks, Mr. Jefferson, but...you won't need this anymore.
*Max puts the keys in her pocket*
Max: I better go outside and call Warren... Please answer...
Des: Max, you go on ahead. I will take care of Jefferson until David gets here.
*Max nods, goes over to the table, and notices Chloe's bullet necklace*
Max: Oh, Chloe... I'm going to save you... for the last time.
*Max takes the bullet necklace, puts it on, leaves the Dark Room, opens the door to the barn, notices Jefferson's car, and notice that it is raining heavily*
Max: Freedom... Holy shit! The storm is real. I need to find Warren...
*Max takes out her phone*
Max: Yes!
*Max dials Warren's number*
Max: Warren! Can you hear me?
Warren: Max?! Damn, where are you?
Max: Nevermind... Listen, do you have that photo you took last night in the parking lot?
Warren: Uh, yeah, but why? It wasn't that great a shot...
Max: Yes, it is and I want it! Where are you?
Warren: I'm at the Two Whales Diner. Pretty much trapped in here with Joyce, thanks to this armageddon weather. I'm expecting the ocean to turn red...
Max: I'm on my way.
Warren: Come on, that's crazy! You can barely walk on the sidewalk outside... Seriously, Max, stay wherever you are. I don't think this storm is getting smaller... I'm kinda scared.
Max: That's okay, me too! But it's not over yet, Warren. So, hold on!
Warren: Wait—
*Max hangs up, she gets in Jefferson's car, drives through Arcadia Bay, and listens to the radio*
Truss Limpbow: I told you. I, Truss Limpbow, have been warning you people for years that our culture of sin and entitlement would lead to God striking us down! And I'm the one trapped in this fucking radio station. Somebody get me the hell out of here now! Now, goddamn it! What do I pay all those taxes for?
*Max's phone buzzes, she checks it, and sets the phone down next to her*
Automated voice: You have one new message. Message received yesterday at 9 PM.
Nathan: Max, it's...it's Nathan. I...I just wanted to say...I'm sorry. I didn't wanna hurt Kate, or Rachel, or—or...didn't wanna hurt anybody. Everybody...used me! Mr. Jefferson...is coming for ME now. All this shit will be over soon. Watch out, Max... He wants to hurt you next. Sorry.
*Max continues driving thru Arcadia Bay*

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*Max stops on the road, gets out of the car, there is too much debris blocking her way, and Citizens of Arcadia Bay stumble around, screaming, trying to save themselves and their loved ones*
Man: Look at that thing go!
Man: Get down!
Woman: No!
Max (thinking): Warren is at the Two Whales Diner, so hurry up!
Trucker: I don't want to die here! Please somebody... anybody... Help me! Hey... is anybody out there?
*Max walks toward the Trucker*
Max (thinking): Hey, that guy is trapped! I have to help everybody I can.
*Max helps the Trucker*
Trucker: Oh Lordy... Thanks, kid.
Max: Are you okay?
Trucker: Once I get the hell out of here... I been hauling loads for way too long in this shithole town.
Max: You better go now.
Trucker: And I ain’t never coming back here... You need a lift?
Max: No, thanks. I have to find a friend.
Trucker: You go, girl. You go.
Max: Go to the Two Whales. It be saved there.
Trucker: Alright.
*The Trucker heads to the Two Whales and Max continues to walk toward the Two Whales Diner*
Evan: Right into the eye of the storm!
*Evan is taking photos of the tornado, a large piece of debris hits him, and he falls to the ground*
Max (thinking): Not Evan... I have to stop him from getting hurt.
*Max rewinds and warn Evan*
Max: Evan, do you see that tornado? Get the hell out of here!
Evan: Max, there's no way I can pass up these images! Just look at it!
Max: You can't take a picture when you're dead! Now move your ass!
Evan: Okay, if you insist...
*Evan moves away before the debris hits him*
Evan: Whoa, Max! You do know things! I'm such an idiot.
Max: Only if you don't find a safe spot until this blows over, okay?
Evan: Now I better listen to the real "Everyday Hero"... Come with me!
Max: I have to help somebody else first. Btw go to the Two Whales. It save there.
Evan: Alright.
*Evan heads to the Two Whales and Max continues to walk toward the Two Whales Diner*
Alyssa: Somebody help me!
*Max walks toward Alyssa and notices that she is stuck in the second level of a house*
Max (thinking): Shit... Alyssa needs help again!
Alyssa: Please! Help me get down!
Max: Alyssa, are you okay? Let me help you down!
Alyssa: Yes, yes, please Max! I don’t want to die like this! Find something to get me down!
*Max looks around for something to use, she finds a plank of wood next to her, lift it up, drops it at Alyssa's feet, she runs across the plank, and extends her hand*
Max: Come on, Alyssa! Take my hand!
Alyssa: Here I come!
*They safely make it to the ground*
Alyssa: You did it, Max!
Max: Are you okay?
Alyssa: Now I am! We need to get out of here!
Max: Alyssa, go on ahead to the Two Whales. It safe there. I got other people to help here.
*A billboard behind Max begins to fall*
Alyssa: Watch out, Max!
*Alyssa pulls Max out of the way*
Max: Damn... that was close. Thank you, Alyssa!
Alyssa: Now we're even. Be careful out there!
*Alyssa leaves, Max enters a building, a fisherman is trapped on the other side of the room, and his path blocked by flames*
Max (thinking): How can I get out of here?
*Max turns on the fuse box, the fire sprinklers put out the fire, and the broken fuse electrocutes the fisherman*
Max (thinking): He's dead... electrocuted...
*Max walks over to the fisherman and rewind*
Max: Come on, you have to get out of here right now.
Fisherman: I need to breathe… I… I need air…
*Max helps him up and she uses the fuse box to put out the fire*
Max: You should get out of here! Head to the Two Whales. It safe there.
Fisherman: The whole town is dying…
Max (thinking): Okay, I better hurry to the diner over there. I need Warren's photo.
*Max climbs out of the building through a broken window, she walks over to the diner, it bursts into flames, she rewinds, and she uses sand to prevent the fire from spreading*
Max: Yes!
*Max notices the whale in line of the tornado, takes a photo of it, notices a car in line of the tornado, takes a photo of it, enters the Two Whales Diner through the side entrance*
Announcer: ...evacuation. Once again, this is not a test. This is not a test. An E6 tornado warning has been issued for Arcadia Bay and surrounding counties. The Emergency Broadcast System is now in effect...
*She opens the storeroom door and walks into the diner*
Warren: Max!
Joyce: Max!
*Joyce hugs her*
Joyce: Oh Jesus, I am so glad to see you, sweetie! Are you okay?
Max: Yes. What about you guys?
Joyce: The Two Whales is barely standing now... I don't know if it’s going to make it through this tornado. Poor Officer Berry and all those people out there...
Max: I know.
Joyce: Okay, get your ass inside... I have to get back to this gentleman on the ground... Warren has been gathering all the first aid...
Warren: It’s not much, Joyce. But it’s all we have.
Max: You okay, Warren?
Warren: How the hell did I ignore all those warnings, Max? The snow, the eclipse...
Max: There’s nothing you could do about it, Warren.
Warren: I’m so stupid... I should have seen it coming...
Max (thinking): So glad everybody is safe here, but I need that photo from Warren to help Chloe!
*Max goes over to Joyce and Frank*
Joyce: Okay, Max, excuse me while I go help this other gentleman.
Max: Frank... I'm so glad you're here...
Frank: That makes two of us. Now if I only had Rachel back... Now Max, what about that info I gave you? Did you and Chloe find out what happened to her?
Max: I'm sorry... We don't know what happened to her.
Frank: Oh, there's still hope. I just hope Rachel is far away, laying in the sun, happy... Thanks for trying, Max. So, I guess we just wait for the Lord to lift us up... or not. Did you at least learn anything that could lead to where Rachel at?
Max: We used the names you gave us to track down a farmhouse. My professor, Mark Jefferson, has this creepy photo torture room... and we found out he was using Nathan Prescott to drug and photograph Blackwell students.
Frank: Prescott? Fuck! Fuck, I knew it! I should never have hooked up with that sick punk! Pompidou hated him! You saw... you saw Rachel?
Max: I saw sick photos of her, but overall. No, I didn't, but... Nathan wanted to impress Jefferson.
Frank: Where is Nathan and Jefferson now?
Max: They're dead.
Max: They won't be hurting anybody anymore...
Frank: Rachel... Oh, God. She was the one good thing in my life, Max. I know she was too young, and... I expected her to leave me, just... just not how it happened. I would never have stopped her from going after her dreams.
Max: I know. She obviously cared about you, Frank...
Frank: Rachel cared about a lot of people... especially Chloe...
Max: Yea, Chloe did cared about Rachel enough to not stop her doing whatever she wanted.
Frank: I knew Chloe and her... were close... I was jealous...
Frank: But, uh... now I see why Rachel dug her... and Chloe was man enough to ask me for help after all that shit we went through.
Max: Chloe would appreciate that...
Frank: You know, the one time I met my dad, the bastard quoted the bible and said he wanted to "enter his house justified." In other words, to do the right thing... me too. And maybe you're helping me get there, Max. Don't get me wrong, kid. I still think you're weird... but you're cool. Look, I need to rest now, I'm wiped out... like Arcadia Bay.
*Joyce stands and steps away from Frank and the other person she helping*
Joyce: Come on, Max. Let's talk over here and give Frank some resting space.
Max: Joyce, how are you doing?
Joyce: Just when I think I've already been through the ringer... Where's Chloe?
Max: Chloe is...is dead...
Joyce: This isn't happening... It can't... No, God... Not Chloe... Max, are you sure? Are you...
Max: Yes, I... I saw her, I...I saw Jefferson kill her in his dark room...last night...
Joyce: Last night?
Max: I'm sorry about all this, Joyce.
Joyce: Don't be, honey. It's not like you whipped up this tornado on your own...
Max: Um... I mean, I’m also sorry about everything with David.
Joyce: You don't have control over any of that. David is an adult and he has a lot more age and experience under his belt. Even if he doesn't always show it...
Max: I'm sorry I caused so many problems with David and Chloe...
Joyce: You did the right thing. David overstepped his bounds. I had a suspicion he was taking his private surveillance way too seriously... But he's sorry and I wish he was here right now.
Max: I just want our lives to be normal again...
Joyce: With all the shit going on this week, I think you're right. And look at me, trying to keep my family together... again. Max... did I make a mistake kicking David out?
Max: David saved my life... from the storm. I saw how much he cares about Chloe, even if he couldn't show it. David needs you more than ever, and I can see why you love him.
Joyce: I'm so happy David was there for you. He has a lot of weight on his back from the war, but he truly wants to help people. He even agreed to take a family counseling class.
Max: I'm sure that was a hard thing for him to do... It shows how much he truly cares about you and Chloe.
Joyce: Nothing would make me happier than for David and Chloe to make peace, not war. But I don't know what to do anymore... I just... I just want this storm to blow over forever. Maybe it's time we leave Arcadia Bay... if we can...
Max: David is a real hero, Joyce. I know that all he wants to do is make you happy. I know he would do anything for you... and Chloe.
Joyce: I know. And yes, he's not William, but that's okay. He's not supposed to be. You reminded me of when he came into my life... I was ready to give up. David's love gave me strength. He even told me I was his hero... And I can't give up loving him. I want him to come back home... I hope I get to tell him that soon.
*Joyce goes back to helping Frank and the other person and Max goes over to Frank*
Warren: I hate to say I'm glad to see you, but I'm so glad to see you.
Max: That's okay. The important thing is that you're safe... and I know you can take care of yourself, after Nathan.
Warren: Should have done that a long time ago. But damn, Max... I can't believe you actually drove down here in the middle of a fucking E6 tornado, just for one photograph... I mean, I know you didn't come for me.
Max: Warren, I came for all of you. Just tell me you do have the photograph.
Warren: I just want...
Max: Now shut up and listen.
Warren: Oh yeah, you’re finally going to tell me what you never did in the parking lot...
Max: I wish I would have. So I'm just going to tell you without any explanation. Trust me, okay?
Warren: I always do. You should probably tell me quick...
Max: I had a vision in Jefferson's class of a tornado destroying Arcadia Bay. I went to the bathroom and saw my best friend Chloe get shot by Nathan Prescott...You with me so far?
Warren: Where else could I be? Go on!
Max: Then I found out that I could rewind time... And, long story short, Mark Jefferson is insane and dangerous.
Warren: Whoa... Is that all?
Max: I think that this storm started... everything started... when I found out I could rewind time... There's no way this is just a coincidence, right?
Warren: Max, not only the storm but the eclipse, the birds, the whales... everything!
Max: I have to go back in time. Jefferson already ki—killed Chloe... I can't let that happen... I have to do something, Warren!
Warren: Max, going back in time is what caused the storm!
Max: All because... because of me? How?
Warren: I'm not a real scientist, even though I play one at school, but this seems like pure cause and effect, maybe Chaos Theory... Uh, what happened with Jefferson? Did... Did he hurt you?
Max: He used Nathan to get drugs and money for him. Jefferson tied me up and... dosed me with some drug and took sick photos of me... It was so horrible...
Warren: Max... I'm so sorry you had to go through all that... You're the bravest person I've ever known. Now, I want to kill that son of a bitch! Where is he?
Max: Dead. History. Which I need to change fast to make it right again... Is that bad?
Warren: For every action, there's... there's a reaction... Whenever you reversed or altered time, maybe you caused a chain reaction... even in the environment.
Max: All this destruction... is my fault? Warren: Give me a break. You sure the hell didn't give yourself time travel powers... I guess we'll never know if it's magic or science...
Warren: Even if it's from a wizard or a wormhole... You're part of something bigger. I don't believe in fate or destiny, but after this week, I realize I don't know shit.
Max: That makes both of us, Warren...
Warren: I do know you're here for a reason... and I guess it's up to you to find out why. Max... I'm sorry you got stuck in this... in this... I don't have a fucking clue what's going on. But I have total faith that you'll do the right thing when the time comes. I'm so proud of you, Max. How could there be a more important moment in history? And I'm in the middle of it with you? So thank you for trusting me.
Max: Thanks for being here. Always.
*Warren takes out the polaroid and places it in front of Max*
Warren: Hey... Be careful out there.
Max: Watch out for Joyce... and Frank.
Warren: I got this, Max. Go on.
Max: I’m going to make the right choices from now on... I swear.
Warren: That's why you're Super Max.
*Max focuses on the photo and travels back in time*

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*The camera prints the polaroid of Max and Warren, Max looks around, and takes in her surroundings*
Chloe: We got no time for this shit. Come on, Max.
Max: Chloe!
Max kisses Chloe*
Chloe: Jesus, dude... what is up with you?
Max: I’m just glad we’re here together.
Warren: I guess you need to talk. No worries... It’s all good.
Chloe: I'm glad you're with me, too. What's going on, Max? We have to find Nathan right now.
Max: Warren, hang on. Stay here with us and listen what going to say to Chloe.
Warren: Alrighty.
Chloe: He's going to fucking pay for what he did to Rachel... Let's go, now.
Max: Chloe, wait! Listen!
Chloe: I can walk and listen, okay?
*Max grabs Chloe's arm*
Max: Stop and listen for once!
Chloe: Fine, Max. I'm listening.
Max: Chloe, you can’t go in that party. You’re gonna… you're gonna die if you do.
Chloe: You used your powers, right? And you fucked around with time, and I died.
Max: Not like that…
Chloe: You’re supposed to back me up. So there’s no way that punk-ass bitch Nathan Prescott is taking me down.
Max: You're right, he won't. Mark Jefferson killed you... and others.
Chloe: Jefferson, the art teacher? That's bullshit! Nathan is the fucking serial killer! We saw the proof! Now, excuse me, I’m going to that party to make sure he never hurts anybody again. Are you coming?
Max: Nathan is dead... and you're in danger.
Chloe: That fucker is already dead? How do you know that?
Max: Because... I was there.
Chloe: Will you please tell me exactly what happened? Please?
Max: Mark Jefferson turned out to be a psychopath...
Chloe: Okay, Max. Let's go in there as a team and take his ass out right now!
Max: Chloe... Jefferson drugged and kidnapped me. I was tied up in his bunker. You have no idea what hell I went through to get back here… but I couldn't let you die. You brought me back here, and I can't lose you again. I won't!
Chloe: Oh... Max. I'm... I'm so sorry... I was the one who dragged you into all this shit... Nobody, especially you, should have to go through that... Now we have to stop Jefferson... with one bullet.
Max: No! Not this way! Chloe, I… I can't keep fixing everything, if all I'm gonna do is just break it, over and over again. I know how this is gonna turn out and... I'm afraid I'm fucking up all these alternate realities.
Chloe: Wait... alternate realities? What do you mean, Max? What did you do?
Max: I fucked up, Chloe. I wanted to make things right, but everything turned out wrong.
Chloe: Max, what the hell are you talking about?
Max: I was able to go back in time... to the last day William was alive. I stopped him from leaving, but... But you ended up in a car crash instead.
Chloe: You saw my dad again?
Max: You... you were completely paralyzed. And you were in pain. You were slowly dying, and you… you asked me to… end your life. And I did... for you. I didn't want you to suffer in any other timeline or reality... I couldn't bear the thought of you in any more pain...
Chloe: God, Max... That must have been... That must have been awful for you... I'm so sorry I had to ask you that...
Max: It was worse for you. But I had no idea what would happen, and... as usual, I messed everything up, and… I never want to hurt you, ever. You have to believe me.
Chloe: Of course I do. Do you think I would even know how to handle that situation? Nobody would... The important thing is that we're together again.
Max: You're right. That's why you should come with me so we can stay together... and stay alive.
Chloe: I hear you, Max... but do you think we should let Jefferson get away with torture and murder?
Max: Of course not! If we tell David, he'll believe us and he can actually stop him... right?
Chloe: I don't get it... Why do you trust him, after you totally reamed him the other day? He's not even at our house anymore.
Max: Chloe, David is a hero. He tracked down where the Dark Room was and he arrested Jefferson... I'd be dead right now. If he didn't arrest him.
Chloe: Max... I had no clue... I should have been the one to save you, but... I'm so grateful David was there.
Max: Chloe, no matter how much of a douche he's been, David truly cares about you.
Chloe: Oh, please... like he cared when he got in your face for smoking a joint?
Max: You should have seen his reaction when I told him that Jefferson… killed you. He was crushed.
Chloe: Are you serious? I can't see him showing any feeling... except towards my mom... So what's your plan?
Max: We tell him everything, including that Victoria is in danger.
Chloe: Okay. You've been through so much... I believe you, Max. After all, I'm still your faithful companion.
Max: Yes, you are. So, listen... In a few minutes, I won't know any of this happened... nothing. We absolutely have to stay in your room and do nothing. Then we explain everything to David, and we finally let him do his job. You'll have to tell me exactly what I did and said just now. Just explain that I traveled through time using the photo.
Chloe: Will you believe me?
Max: I’ll always believe you, Chloe.
Warren: What about me?
Max: Come with us, Warren. You can help us save people from the storm.
Warren: Alright.
*Max, Chloe, and Warren leave Blackwell and a timestream starts. Chloe being shot by Jefferson in the Dark Room is replaced with Max and Chloe telling David about their investigation into Rachel, Frank, Nathan, and Jefferson. Des saving Max from Jefferson is replaced with David and some Police Officers going into the Dark Room to arrest Jefferson. Max standing alone in the storm is replaced with Max, Chloe, and Warren helping everyone and leaving them all in the Two Whales after saving it from being blown up. Max inside the Two Whales talking with Warren is replaced with Max and Chloe heading to the Beach together.

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*Max looks around, Chloe is standing in front of her, and is watching the tornado*
Max: Oh, Chloe!
*Max takes photo of Chloe watching the tornado, runs up to Chloe, and kiss her*
Chloe: I see that the real Max is back... So, how was your time trip, dude?
Max: Shut up. Oh, you're alive! You're alive, oh... Both of us! I did so much to bring you back, Chloe... and it worked. It actually worked. You're with me again.
*Chloe kisses Max*
Chloe: It looks like even fate doesn't want us apart. And... you traveled through multiple realities just to... save my ungrateful ass over and over. I hope it was worth it, but... I don't blame you for wanting me out of your life, after all my drama.
Max: Come on. I'm the official Drama King and Queen of Arcadia Bay this week. Just look at what my powers have caused in... just a short time. I mean... I'm nobody.
Chloe: You're Max-fucking-Caulfield, Time Warrior. Even if you weren't, you're kind and caring. Nobody could have a better best friend... Nobody. You didn't ask for any of this to happen, but it did. You need to accept how awesome you are.
Max: Maybe I willed it subconsciously, or something. I always wanted my life to be special... an adventure... but not without you. And it didn't happen until I moved back here, so... without you, my powers wouldn't even exist.
Chloe: Then for whatever scientific, mystical reason, that we'll obviously never figure out... We were meant to be together at this exact moment in history. I have to think that Rachel was somewhere behind the scenes, fighting for justice...
Max: I'd like to think that, too... We all owe Rachel Amber. Now tell me everything that happened. You... You remember, right?
Chloe: Well, we... we left the party and made sure Jefferson couldn't find us. For once, I was glad I lived in an actual fortress. Then the storm got hella crazy and... and you said we would be safe at the lighthouse.
Max: Chloe, look! The storm is getting bigger now. It's coming closer. I... I can't even believe this is real, but this is happening because of me.
Chloe: Stop it! Stop beating yourself up, okay? We've both paid our dues already on that. Oh, God, look at that! Look at that monster! Who knows... This could be Rachel's revenge... Our revenge. The lighthouse is out of the way of the tornado. Come on!
Max: Oh... What... Chloe...
*Max collapses in Chloe's arms*
Chloe: I've got your back, Max.
*Max passes out*

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*Max sits up at her desk*
Max: Whoa.
Mr. Jefferson: Alfred Hitchcock famously called film "little pieces of time”—but he could be talking about photography, as he likely was.
Max (thinking): I'm back in class... What the hell?
Mr. Jefferson: These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow.
Max (thinking): I have to listen to this Jefferson lecture again? This might be Hell...
Mr. Jefferson: From light to shadow, from color to chiaroscuro... Now, can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white? Anybody? Bueller?
Max (thinking): Okay, this is messed up... Am I stuck in a time loop? Alright, just look around carefully.
Victoria: Diane Arbus.
Max: (thinking) Be calm and don't freak out... yet.
*Max looks at the windows*
Max (thinking): Oh no... Poor little bird.
Mr. Jefferson: There you go, Victoria. Why Arbus?
Victoria: Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel, like, totally haunted by the eyes of those sad mothers and children.
Mr. Jefferson: She saw humanity as tortured, right?
*Blood splatters against the windows*
Max (thinking): Wait, what's going? Nobody even cares?
Mr. Jefferson: And frankly, it’s bullshit. Shh, keep that to yourself. Seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner and capture you in a moment of desperation.
*The bell rings and Max is alone*
Max (thinking): Everybody's gone now... Come on, where did everyone go? Have I totally fucked up time? This doesn't make sense... I wanna get out of here. Just keep telling yourself. It only a nightmare. It only a nightmare. How else do you wake up from a dream? Max, snap out of this shit now.
*Max looks out the window*
Max (thinking): Holy shit. Look at all these dead birds... This can't be real...
*Max approaches the door of the classroom*
Mr. Jefferson: I see you, Max Caulfield. Don't even think about leaving here until we talk about your entry.
*Max walks over to Mr. Jefferson*
Mr. Jefferson: I just wanted to know if... you'd like to spend the rest of your life in my Dark Room? Your purity inspires me so much... and we could be so happy together... Who needs selfies, when I can give you portraiture?
Max: (thinking) There's no way I'm saying that... No way.
Max: It's about time somebody finally killed Chloe... Think of how often that bitch almost got me killed... It's like you're doing both of us an awesome favor!
Max (thinking): Why am I saying this? It's not me! Shut up! Just shut up! Just stop talking, Max! Stop!
Mr. Jefferson: Especially since there no one left in your life. I love you too, Max. We are so going to be happy in the dark. Just make sure you stay pure. I won't like it if you get dirty like Rachel or Kate.
I hope you won't mind duck tape. Chloe can never appreciate you the way I will... Maxine. And yes, I insist on calling you Maxine... forever.
*Mr. Jefferson disappears*
Max (thinking): This can't be real... I don't believe it...
*Max leaves the Photography Lab, enters the hallway of the Girls' Dormitory, walks up to Kate, and she is crying as she lights a candle for her own vigil*
Kate: Oh yes, Max. You cared so much about me. You told me to be strong. Yea, that works. Next time. You quote a bible try to pick a better quote, idiot. My family doesn't care about me. Understand? And if you think free hugs will save me. You are out of your mind. Max, Nathan drugged me and Jefferson took all of those gross photos of me. I bet you wish that you can take shots like that, huh? You might want a good shot. Max, you saved me. Thank you. Bless your soul. I think you need it. A angel can take many forms, Max. How many more people will you save? Max, all I can say is a fucking men. Max, why did you stop me from jumping? What kind of friend are you? You never understood me... or what happened to me... Now my family will never leave me alone... And that means I’ll always be alone... thanks to you.
Max: Kate, that’s not true! I’ve always been your friend...
*Kate opens the door to her room, jumps into the abyss, Max follows her, and re-enters the hallway of the Girls' Dormitory*
*Max grabs the keys on the table next to the shower room, enters Dana Ward's room, she re-enters the hallway in Rachel Amber's clothes, she enters Rachel's old room, she re-enters the hallway as Victoria, she enters Victoria's room, she re-enters the hallway as herself, she enters her own room, and she enters the Blackwell hallway*
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*Juliet and Zachary walk across the hallway and stop next to the Photography Lab*
Max (thinking): ...dlrow laer eht ot emocleW
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*Max puts on her headphones, To All of You starts playing in reverse, Max walks along the corridor, sees a ethereal doe enter the Women bathroom, Max sees the skeleton, takes a photo of it in reverse, enters the bathroom, enters a maze, and starts hearing Jefferson*
Mr. Jefferson: Don’t try to hide, Max... Get over here... Let me capture you...
Max (thinking): Jefferson is coming after me again... No...
Mr. Jefferson: Max... you used to be so pure, so innocent... Now you have to die. Please understand, Max... The only place I can be "myselfie" is in the Dark Room... After everything I did for you... and you accuse me of making our sweet, naive Kate Marsh cry... Art is supposed to make you cry... and you will. I can’t believe you let that hillbilly murder me in cold blood... What happened to your spark, Max? I thought I could be your professor... for life. I realize now you’ll never be an artist, much less a photographer... Come here, Max. Class is dismissed... I miss those days when you looked at me in class with those wide eyes... I want to be your professor again... I can teach you so much... Max, remember what John Lennon said, "Happiness is a warm gun"... I hope you're happy that I'm dead... Look into the lens, Max... Turn right... now left... Show me the love... and the hate... Chloe and Rachel are trash compared to you. I don't trust men that ain't like me.
*Max makes it to the 2nd maze*
Principal Wells: Good evening, Blackwell. This is Principal Wells and I’m here to drop the mic on Max Caulfield. Attention... I regret to announce that one of your fellow classmates, Maxine Caulfield, has died under tragic circumstances that I promise to investigate after I get my drink on. Will Max Caulfield please come to the Dark Room immediately. I repeat, Max Caulfield to the Dark Room... now! Excuse me, can everybody hear me? If you know the whereabouts of Miss Caulfield, please tie her up and inform me or David Madsen. She's wanted for the death of Chloe Price. Thank you.
*Max makes it to the 3rd maze*
Warren: Max... Where are you? Max... Come out to play... Come out to play...! Ape, Ape, Ape... Who wants to "Go Ape"? Go Ape! Go Ape! Ape! Ape!!! You dig my wheels, Max? Get in the car, I'll take you for a ride... Get in the car! Brooke loves me, so why don’t you? Huh? What makes you so special? Max, I know you're in here... You can run, but you can’t hide from your white knight... Give it up! What's up with you and that blue-haired loser? You need an alpha male, baby! Did that get you hot when you saw me fuck up Nathan? I did. Max... imagine if we were in that Dark Room together... I have... I said, get in the car. Now. We'll cruise to the drive-in and you'll be close to me forever... and we'll... Go Ape, Ape, Ape!!!
Principal Wells: Poor Nathan Prescott was brutely beaten by Max and her punk friend. I never seen such cruelty. She must pay! Max, it your fault that I drink whisky in my office. Miss Price can't just show up at Blackwell in a wheelchair and think we're going to accommodate her every whim... I knew I should have given that scholarship to Victoria instead of Max. How can I tell Max's parents that she's a nosy little bitch? I wish I could press a button and blow this whole fucking school up... If I found out who went through my files... I’ll sic David Madsen on their ass. If only Kate Marsh would have jumped off that roof... I could blame Miss Caulfield and finally get her kicked out of Blackwell. She's a bad influence. What kind of sick mind would steal money from the handicapped? Nobody will miss Max or her friend Chloe after this comes out.
Samuel: Come over here, young Max... You're my spirit animal... The squirrels hate you... and they’re hungry. Too bad you didn’t become friends with the Tobanga... Samuel wants to make sure you never snoop around his room again... Do you have a scarf I can borrow, Max?
*Max goes over to Warren's locker, opens it, sees what inside, takes a photo*
William: First, you let me die again and then you murder my little Chloe. Why Max? Why? Now that me and Chloe are both dead. Are you going to kill Joyce too? Max, I hope somebody make the choice to let you die.
Nathan: You almost fucking killed Victoria with that paint can dumb ass. But I'm the scary one, huh? You think I'm a freak? Who's the weirdo that wanted to see me get a bloody face? Rachel never treated me like shit, but you did. Warren is the real psycho, Max. But you know that, right? My dad used to beat me. Now you let Warren beat me. Admit it, you hate me because I am rich. Admit it. You know that I loved Rachel. I never wanted to hurt ANYBODY! Admit it, Max... You’re just jealous because me and Victoria actually do the work while you do nothing and whine! The only way you’ll ever get into the Vortex Club is if a tornado swallows your ass up! Chloe is a loser just like you, Max. And you can’t keep saving her over and over and over... Only a feminazi would try to take on a Prescott... Blackwell is my turf, you whore! Oh, did you get all hot and bothered when your wimpy boyfriend gave me a beatdown? Oh, oh, oh, Max, you’re way more disturbed and dangerous than me... Snitches get stitches! Hey, bitch. You can get me expelled, but you can't escape. Holy shit, you really think Victoria is going to be your best friend forever? She will always hate you!
David: Hey Max, do you have any money that I can borrow, so I can take care of my family. It be hard after YOU GOT ME FIRED! Good thing you signed that petition to stop my surveillance system. HOW MANY MORE PEOPLE WILL DIE BECAUSE OF YOU?! You can’t escape my surveillance, missy! You thought I was harassing Kate, but I was helping her! What the hell did you do for her? You’re such a hypocrite, Max. I may be a dick, but at least I’m honest. You just use your power to cheat at life... and cheat your friends out of life. Hey, Max. Pretty fucking ironic that I ended up being right about everything and you end up destroying the town. Come on, Max, just admit that you’re jealous of my service record. Admit it! Hey, Max, please come here. So I can beat you up! Admit it, Max... you're a stoner! A pothead! A weed junkie! My beautiful wife Joyce hates me because of you, Max... Are you proud?
*Max makes it to the 4th maze*
Frank: You should have never kept Chloe's gun, Max. Did it save you? Get your bony ass over here! I am gonna cut you open, freak! Those were my beans, Max... Those were my fucking beans!!! How can I get to Heaven when you keep putting me through Hell? If you took some of my drugs, maybe you’d be a lot happier. It’s time for you to die too, skank... Max, you need to get high like Rachel... Want some drugs? Oh man, you shoulda heard Chloe smack-talk you. It was brutal. But, of course, I see what she's talking about, now... Pssst, Max! Me and Rachel are floating down here in the sewer... Come on down! I sure hope you don’t think we’re buddies now... You are at the top of my shit list, now, Max.
Mr. Jefferson: Max... Max... I want to share my gift with you... Now that Chloe is dead, you won’t be distracted in class anymore... If only you could have seen Rachel... my blood spattered angel... You will be my greatest portrait, Max... Max... Max... I want to share my gift with you... Don’t you dare run away... Rachel, Rachel Amber... Just like her last name, I can finally see right through her skin... and feel that cold flesh... Max, Rachel not only gave great headshots... she gave great head. Especially after took those last shots of her one final time. Why are you looking at me like that? Max, come back in the Dark Room. I know you're dying for it. I need a volunteer for the Dark Room... Max?
Nathan: Just because I’m mentally ill doesn’t mean I deserve to die, Max! Nobody ever helped me, Max. Especially you... Hey, Max. Whatthefuckever are you going to do now that I'm dead? Holy fucking shit, Max... It’s going to be so sweet when I bury your carcass next to Chloe and do an epic photo shoot... Hey, Max, do you want to say hello to Rachel? She's posing for me in Hell! Oh, man, Rachel looked just like a zombie model in those photos... Just bone, meat and everything. I would be all over that shit. You wanna take pictures?
*Max collects the 5 bottles, goes sets them up by the lighthouse, takes a photo of them, sits down on the bench, scene changes to Chloe's house from 2008, and Max is stuck in the snow doe on top of the fireplace*
William: Don't you dare question the chef.
Chloe: Right, like you're the real cook here.
William: I am when your mom is away.
Chloe: I'll let her know that.
Max: Oh, William. I shouldn't have to choose between Chloe or her dad. I hate seeing this. Chloe, don't hate me. William, forgive me.
*The phone rings and William answers*
William: Hello? Hey, honey... just making a fabulous breakfast with Chloe and Max. We're all going to work at the Two Whales... What? Oh, I didn't know you had to get groceries. Of course I'll come pick you up. Now I have an excuse to get a mocha. Be there shortly. Love you...
*William hangs up*
William: Excuse me, ladies, I have to go rescue yonder Queen at the Sav-Mart. She doth have many bags of delicious grub for us to feast upon.
Chloe: You are ridiculous.
William: You'll be grateful for that someday. Shit, where are my keys?
*William searches around the room*
Chloe: That's a dollar for the swear jar!
William: You mean your college fund...
*There is a flash of light, a 13-year-old Max appears in front of the fireplace, and she burns the polaroid that William took of Max and Chloe*
Young Max: Burn, baby, burn. You sure this is a good idea, Super Max?
William: Keys, please... Shit, where are those keys?
Chloe: Another dollar for the swear jar!
William: You're bankrupting me!
*William finds the keys under a hat on the coffee table*
William: A-ha! You can't hide from me forever!
*There is another flash of light and the 13-year-old Max disappears*
William: Now lock up after I leave, play nice, try not to destroy too much of the house. And no Chloe and Max wine-tasting session...
Chloe: Dad!
*The screen changes to the Dark Room, Max looks around, and realizes she is tied up in the Dark Room*
Max (thinking): How long will this nightmare go on?
*Mr. Jefferson and Chloe appear and he begins to take photos of her*
Mr. Jefferson: I think you’d be perfect for my new photo series on retro-grunge... You have the same qualities that I loved in Rachel Amber... but not Max...
Chloe: Max is a fucking child...
Mr. Jefferson: Oh Christ, I know... and she never shuts up, does she?
Chloe: I’m so over her hipster bullshit.
Mr. Jefferson: I think everyone at Blackwell is over Max... Let’s prove it.
*Chloe and Mr. Jefferson disappear and Warren and Chloe appear*
Chloe: Booyah, Warren! I thought you were all over Max’s shit...
Warren: She's not all that... so who cares if she doesn't kiss me? Damn girl. You make me feel like a men. Not a Max.
Chloe: You should have seen her make a move on me in my room... Hella lame.
Warren: Max should see me make a move on you... Come here...
*Chloe kisses Warren*
Chloe: Oh shit! Look at Max spying on us... Take a fucking picture, bitch! Or take a selfie!
Warren: Have you seen her photography. My 10-year-old cousin has the same selfie shit. And she doesn't end up in a fucking art galley.
Chloe: She's like all those artsy faulty hipster, but Maxine never get a tat. "I'm too scared!" She wouldn't even turn in a photograph. She just a coward. She never helped me.
*Warren and Chloe disappear and Nathan and Chloe appear*
Nathan: Goddamn, you are a sexy bitch! Why hang out with Max, huh?
Chloe: Boredom. Plus she’s like my personal puppet.
Nathan: I hear that. Do you... want to party? I got a drugstore in my room.
Chloe: I bet you need it after that nerd, Warren sucker punched you.
Nathan: Like I couldn't kick that homeo ass.
Chloe: I get so turn on by watching bros fight. Let me show you. Oh shit! Look at Max spying on us... Take a fucking picture, bitch! Or take a selfie!
*Nathan and Chloe disappear and Chloe stands on the couch in her underwear, dancing*
Chloe: See, this is how you bust a move, Max... No mosh pit for you, shaka brah!
*Chloe disappear and Victoria and Chloe appear*
Chloe: Damn, Victoria... You're a real woman... not a little girl like Max...
Victoria: Look at mine at outfit. I don't wear jeans and t-shirts like that hillbilly hipster.
Chloe: I bet you're even get some cool ink with you.
Victoria: I fucking love your tats, Chloe. You're so hot.
Chloe: That's the company that I keep.
Victoria: I can’t believe it took us so long to hook up...
*They begin to make out before disappearing and Rachel appears*
Rachel: Some best friend you have there, Chloe. She dead now. Now I never be a star because of having her around. Never be famous. Nobody will ever see my face again.
*Rachel disappears and Wheelchair Chloe appears*
Chloe: Why did you get rewind powers? You don’t even know how to use them... Hey Max, next time you get rewind skills try banging everybody or at least win the lottery. I'm dead and you’re still alive. Life is... strange.
*Wheelchair Chloe disappear and Chloe with a camera appears*
Chloe: Do you really need a toy camera to take pictures. Grow the fuck up. Are you cereal? You can't even strike a real pose. I wish you would have never come back to Arcadia Bay... You’re the real storm.
*Chloe takes a photo, Max appears in the Two Whales Diner bathroom, and looks at the keypad by the door*
Max (thinking): I'll be so grateful if this is the last digicode...
*Max enters 0311 into the keypad and opens the door*
Courtney: Don't kill us, Max.
Dana: I guess I'll never dance again, Max...
Man: Right when I was about to start a new life in California...
Frank: Shit, Max… and I thought we were on the same team... Now, I’ll die alone.
Brooke: Max, I hope you do the right thing. I hope...
Warren: I was happy just being your friend... Why do you want all your friends to die?
Juliet: Max, please, save us.
Zachary: Save the bigfoots, Max. Please.
Joyce: Honey, I always thought of you like a daughter... and now you’re going to take me away from my family... Why would you do that?
David: Max, you’re exactly the kind of soldier I’d want by my side in a war.
Man: Son of a bitch, this is going to hurt...
Logan: So this is how Max gets her revenge on?
Fisherman: Max, you saved my life, gave me the chance to catch one more fish...
Homeless Lady: Thanks for that warning, Max... You treated me like a human, not like trash... I sure hope you do that for everybody in town...
Justin: Killing me is soooo not cool.
Trevor: Wow Max, right when I finally find a cool chick to date...you have to kill us off. This sucks.
Trucker: Breaker, Breaker... Thanks for saving me and carrying the load, good buddy. That’s a big 10-4.
Woman: This is not how I wanted to spend my last hour on Earth...
Man: Max, can you call my mother in Portland and tell her that I love her?
Principal Wells: I know I haven't been the best principal to you... but you've been a great "Everyday Hero" for us.
Courtney: Please, save us.
Woman: I guess my husband and new baby will have to go without me...
Man: Max, I hope you can live with yourself after this.
Samuel: Don't let the squirrels die.
Victoria: I wish we had been friends, Max. But please... don’t let me die like this... I’m still a teenager...
Nathan: Max, I'm... truly... I truly am sorry for being such a bastard. You would have been cool to hang out with. I just don’t want everybody else to suffer like me.
Alyssa: You’ve always had my back and now you’re going to let me die? Thanks Max.
Evan: Oh Max, what exactly was the point of saving me if you're only going to let me die?
Kate: Please, Max. Don't kill me, so we can finally have our tea session.
Daniel: Max, I want you to know how much confidence you gave me... Nobody ever did that for me.
Stella: I survived poverty and an abusive family... just so I can end up here to die...
*Max walks over to an nightmare version of herself*
Max: Who... Who are you?
Nightmare Max: Holy shit, are you cereal? I'm you, dumbass. Or I'm one of many Maxes you've left behind...
Max: Can you get me out of here?
Nightmare Max: Oh, so you want help? Thought you could control everybody and everything, huh? Twist time around your fingers?
Max: I tried to help... I only wanted to do the right thing.
Nightmare Max: No, you only wanted to be popular. And once you got these amazing powers, your big plan was to trick people into thinking you give a rat's ass.
Max: I do care! That's why I was trying to make friends...
Nightmare Max: By telling people what they want to hear? You were just looking for a shortcut, because you can't make friends on your own.
Max: That's not true. I have great friends. And I've used my powers for good.
Nightmare Max: Please, stop playing innocent. You're a goddamn hypocrite. You've left a trail of death and suffering behind you.
Max: That was not my fault, you son of a bitch...
Nightmare Max: Don't you dare talk about our mom that way... ha! What about the crap that was your fault? Wait, wait, let me guess... You fucked up time and space for your precious punk Chloe. You think she's worth all that?
Max: We all are. This isn't about Chloe... or even me anymore.
Nightmare Max: Gosh, you're so selfless now, Mahatma Max. It's too bad you pissed your power away on high school drama.
Max: Chloe does a better job of guilt-tripping me than you do.
Nightmare Max: Because you let her bully you. It's called "Stockholm Syndrome." But you didn't do that homework... so you'll have to learn the hard way. Like Rachel...
Max: Just shut up. You're not scaring me anymore.
Nightmare Max: I'd be more worried about Chloe killing us than Jefferson... Max, do you really think she has any feelings for us? You're just another puppet... Man, you are so stupid. I'm embarrassed to have the same name... And someday Chloe will destroy—
*Chloe enters the diner*
Nightmare Max: Oh hell, speak of the devil...
*Chloe sits down in the booth and Nightmare Max examines her camera*
Chloe: Dude, do not even fuck with her head! She knows what we went through together this week and you don't! There's no way you can break up our team! This is reality!
*Nightmare Max stops moving, the camera zooms out, and Max starts relives all 5 days of her being with Chloe starting with being inside Chloe's car*
Chloe: After five years you're still Max Caulfield.
Max: I am seriously glad to see you.
Chloe: Welcome home, Max. Fasten your seatbelt.
*Max relives the moment Chloe give Max her dad's old camera*
Chloe: I, uh... know it was your birthday last month... This was my real father's camera... I want you to have it.
Max: Yes, of course it's cool! Thank you... This camera is so sweet.
Chloe: Now that we got the mushy shit out of the way, I feel like stage diving! Let's thrash this place! Yep, yep! I'm fucking insane in the brain! Let's dance! Shake that bony white ass! Or take my picture with your new camera!
*Max relives hiding from David*
Chloe: This song fucking rules! Can't dance, hippie? Come on! Rawk out, girl! Yo, turn it off, turn it off! You need to hide. Now! My stepdad will kill me if he finds you here!
*Max relives being on the cliff by the lighthouse*
Chloe: You were here today, Max. You saved me! I'm still tripping on that... Seeing you after all these years feels like—
Max: Destiny?
Chloe: If this is destiny, I hope we can find Rachel. I miss her, Max. What the hell is this?
Max: Snowflakes... Or a storm is coming.
Chloe: Max, start from the beginning. Tell me everything...
*Max relives being at the Two Whales with Chloe*
Chloe: Let's talk about your superpower... Epic! I pledge allegiance to Max and the power for which she stands... You can rewind time, Max. That's fucking insane. We have to play! You need a sidekick to guide you.
Max: Okay, Girl Wonder... Show me the way to Chloe's Cave.
*Max relives being at the Junkyard with Chloe*
Chloe: Welcome to American Rust, my home away from Hell.
Max: Raw and rough. It suits you...
Chloe: Max, do you know how awesome this is? I get my best friend back and she's also supersized?
Max: I... don't... feel so super...
Chloe: Max, here let me help you find a place to chill... You freaked me out there. Do you feel any better now?
*Max relives being on the Railroad Tracks with Chloe*
Chloe: You saved me again. Crazy. Now we're totally bonded for life! Since you're the mysterious superhero... I'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion.
Max: My powers might not last, Chloe.
Chloe: That's okay—we will. Forever.
*Max relives sneaking into Principal Wells Office with Chloe*
Max: I'm so glad you're my partner in crime.
Chloe: As long as you're my partner in time. I might get on the other side of that door before you, Lupin.
Max: The race is on. See you soon. Welcome to my domain.
Chloe: You are magic. I have no clue how the hell you got in there, but you did it, sista.
*Max relives being inside Principal Wells office with Chloe*
Chloe: Max, you better come check out these files...
Max: It's not a drawing... look, "Rachel in the dark room... Rachel in the dark room..." Over and over. That's it. No, you are not taking the cozy chair.
Chloe: Max, do your powers include mind-reading? Or did you just rewind because I tried to steal the chair? Shit, I'm confused.
Max: It's the powers of best friendship. I know how you roll...
*Max relives the Swimming Pool*
Max: Cowabunga!
Chloe: Why, look! An otter in my water! Your power is changing everything, Max. Especially you. I can already tell. You're not so chickenshit anymore.
Max: Thanks, girlfriend.
Chloe: And you make me feel like I have a reason for still being in Arcadia Bay.
*Max relives fleeing from Security*
Max: Let's call it a draw. I'm gonna freeze my ass off when I get out...
Chloe: You look cute with your hair soaked in chemicals.
Max and Chloe: Hide!
Chloe: You can't go back to your dorm now, you're a Blackwell fugitive! Crash at my place tonight.
*Max relives waking up in Chloe's room*
Chloe: Photobomb!
Max: Photo-hog! It feels like a different world from yesterday...
Chloe: We left a skid mark on Blackwell last night.
Max: Wish we could just hang out all morning like we used to... Maybe we should get up, I have to get back to Blackwell soon.
*Max relives fucking Chloe*
Chloe: I double dare you. Fuck me now. Damn, you're hardcore, Max! Now I can text Warren and tell him he doesn't stand a chance... unless he's into girl-on-girl action.
Max: You are such a dork.
*Max relives being inside Frank's RV with Chloe*
Chloe: Oh, we could totally cruise everywhere in this bad boy! Can you see us heading down the coast to Big Sur or beyond? I know. Just daydreaming. It makes me ill that Rachel posed like this for Frank... or wrote him love letters... I can't believe she was banging Frank! Rachel straight up lied to my face! Why didn't she say anything?
Max: Because she knew how you would react.
Chloe: Then she wasn't much of a friend, huh? Just another person who shits all over me. Why does everybody in my life let me down? My dad gets killed, you bail on me for years, my mother gloms onto step-fucker... now Rachel betrays me...
*Max relives saving William*
Chloe: Not until I see it first! You know the rules, Dad! Dude, I am so lucky that my father is cool... Max, you are being so fucking strange. You feel okay?
Max: Chloe, I am... awesome. We are awesome!
*Max relives being at the Beach with Wheelchair Chloe*
Wheelchair Chloe: It’s weird hanging out with you again.
Max: I know... I’m glad we are, though.
Wheelchair Chloe: Look, the worst thing you can do is treat me like a baby. I still want to laugh and talk shit with my best friend. Can we stop? This is seriously the best view of the sunset. What do photographers call that?
Max: "The golden hour."
*Max relives being in Wheelchair Chloe's room*
Wheelchair Chloe: Whoa, awesome picture. We look so badass in our pirate gear.
Max: We should have taken over Arcadia Bay when we had the chance.
Wheelchair Chloe: Listen, Max, my respiratory system is failing and... and it's only getting worse. I've heard the doctors talking about it when they thought I was zonked out. So I know I'm just putting off the inevitable, while my parents suffer along... and I will, too. This isn't how I want things to end.
Max: What? What are you saying?
Wheelchair Chloe: I'm saying that being with you again has been so special. I just wanted to feel like when we were kids running around Arcadia Bay... and everything was possible. And you made me feel that way today. I want this time with you to be my last memory... Do you understand?
*Max relives the Detective board*
Max: Chloe... you're back. I'm just... I'm just—I'm so glad you're here!
Chloe: You sound high, but thanks for the morning grope. Since we were up all night playing "CSI: Arcadia Bay," I was still spaced out here, trying to put all this info together.
*Max relives finding out what happened in the Dark Room*
Max: Kate wasn't the first... All those binders are filled with other victims. Victoria has to be next. Nathan must be planning to dose her tonight at the Vortex Club party.
Chloe: Rachel... This can't be real... These are all—these are all posed shots, right? Right? She posed for those pictures, Max. I know it.
*Max sees Chloe carrying her body to the Lighthouse*
Chloe: Come on Max, we’re almost there! Please wake up! Max, can you hear me? Hang on, Max, we can make it! Listen to me! Max! We’re near the lighthouse! Wake up! Dammit, Max, don't let me down!
*Max fights her way through the storm and catches up to reality*
Chloe: Max, come on now! Don't worry... we'll be okay.