Maybe I'd been hanging with the wrong people.
Maybe I could start over with the right person.
But if I'd have known what was going to happen,
I never would have walked through that door.
Is everything okay?
Clay listened to the tape about my party.
汉娜的那些胡说八道 当然 他信了
All that bullshit Hannah said. Of course he believes it.
He said he wants to help me.
So, whatever Tony did didn't work.
If Hannah had seen something, she would have told me, right?
I mean, we both know she made all that stuff up.
Because that photo of her on the slide with Justin was real.
The "Hot or Not" list was real,
so... maybe the rest was too.
Justin is your boyfriend.
Who are you going to believe, him or...
a girl who was jealous because you were dating her ex?
Hey, um, Justin said you might have a little herb on you
or you could get some?
What are you, 21 Jump Street?
Since when do you smoke at school?
It's for a friend.
Come to my house after school.
Nah, I kind of need it now.
I mean, I can hook you up with my guy here.
Come on, I can't buy on campus. I'm the student body president.
I'm captain of the football team.
The rules are different for us, in many ways.
You know it.
Fuck. All right.
Come and see me after fifth.
You showed him the poem?
Why on earth would you do that?
Beacuse he walked in here all self-righteous,
telling me we needed counseling,
as if we're delusional.
As if this whole lawsuit is a big waste of time.
It isn't, and we're not, and I want people to know it.
It was our one piece of leverage, Andy!
You showed him our hand!
Hannah was crying out for help right under their noses.
And under ours, too.
Uh... Andy, sweetie...
you don't win a chess match
by giving away your strategy, honey.
I'm trying to fight back here!
I thought that's what you wanted.
Not like this.
Hey, Ryan, thanks for coming in.
I wanted to ask you a question about this poem.
Do you remember where it came from?
Someone slipped it into my locker last year.
Yeah, I thought it was pretty well-written.
So you didn't actually find it on campus.
Isn't that the whole conceit of the magazine?
Sometimes I get submissions anonymously.
Why are you asking me about this?
It seems that Hannah Baker wrote it.
Oh, my God.
Now her folks aren't too happy it got passed out around campus.
I had no idea it was Hannah's.
Did you think maybe the person who wrote this
was thinking about hurting themself?
To be honest,
this isn't the first submission I've received like this.
Teenage angst, you know? Perennially popular.
But just because you write something doesn't mean you actually gonna do it.
But I'm afraid the administration
can't allow you to publish Lost&Found anymore.
But I'm working on a memorial issue dedicated to Hannah Baker.
I get that.
But with her parents bringing a lawsuit,
it's too sensitive right now.
That's unfair. I built this magazine out of nothing.
It's the focal point of my college apps.
You may be asked to give testimony about this poem.
That could affect your college admission too.
Sucks to be held accountable.
你好 波特先生 你有空吗
Hi, Mr. Porter. Um, you got a moment?
Sure. Do we have an appointment today?
没有 波特先生 但这事比较紧急
No, Mr. Porter, but it's actually kind of urgent.
I'm really worried about Clay Jensen.
"I am invisible, understand, simply because
people refuse to see me.
When they approach me, they see only my surroundings,
themselves, or figments of their imagination...
不过是 看见了一切 独独忽视了我"
indeed, everything and anything except me."
What's the message here?
What's the author trying to say?
What are you doing?
Hiding my contraband.
They're doing a bag check, obviously.
I don't know.
毒品 枪 儿童色情片
Drugs. Guns. Kiddy porn.
Okay, Vice Principal Childs needs to check everyone's backpacks.
Stay seated, hands on your desks.
You can all study the quotation, think about what it might mean.
Relax, I don't think you have what they're looking for.
You know this is a complete violation of our civil rights.
Do you have a warrant?
We don't need a warrant on school property.
It's for everyone's safety.
They're tarot cards. Want me to read your fortune?
Okay, Mr. Jensen.
Do you want to protest your civil rights as well?
Here it is.
That's not mine.
I'm gonna need you to come down to the office with me, Clay.
We can talk there, okay?
But that's not mine.
If I'd known what would happen...
what that night had in store...
I might never have walked through that door.
But parties have a weird magic.
They're like an alternate universe.
They can make you believe that maybe anything is possible.
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