Dark Summer

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As per judge's orders,

your computer has been confiscated.

Your I.P. address has been tagged.

If you try social media

with any device...

it signals me.

Questions?

I saw a story where a guy

went nuts on house arrest

and he cut off his own foot

so that he could escape to Mexico.

Some urban legend.

I'll be stopping by from time to time.

I won't call first. Keep moving around.

Use the pool to exercise.

Five seconds, the light goes red.

You are to have no unescorted minors

in the house, no drugs, no alcohol...

and no contact with Mona Wilson.

Is that understood?

- Can't hear you.

- Yes, sir.

I told you guys to use the fence.

So, let's see it.

Wow.

You're like Shia "Laboof" in that movie

with the creep next door.

It's "Labuff."

Did...

Did you bring it?

Because I really want to Skype

my mom, so...

Yeah. We used Jimmy Dolt's house.

The bank foreclosed,

but the cable's still on.

Buried the router, like you said.

Good looking out.

Did you guys... bring anything else?

I'm... I'm not saying she's not hot.

I'm just saying if you're gonna

start with somebody,

shouldn't you pick, like,

a cheerleader or at least a blonde?

I wasn't into her.

And then...

Then what?

One day you just woke up

and you were smitten with Mona Wilson?

So much that you had to hack

every account she had online?

I couldn't hack her cloud.

I just...

- wanted to get to know her.

- You try calling her?

- You know I can't talk to girls.

- I'm a girl.

I'm a f***ing creep.

- You're not a f***ing creep, dude.

- Totally.

- Sh*t. I got to go to work.

- Yeah. I got to study.

- Later, bro.

- Later.

- Later.

- Bye.

I... snagged you one of these.

Kevin and I both signed it.

- Thanks.

- Anytime.

Waiting for your ambien to kick in?

Yeah.

I heard Laura Penney took her great Dane

for a walk around the block

stark naked on that sh*t.

That is foul.

Did your mom get online?

She'll send you something dope

for your birthday if she can.

Yeah.

We should do something special for it...

your birthday... just the two of us.

Daniel? Hello?

Daniel?

Daniel?

It's not easy for me to talk to you.

I never expected for things to be

like this. Everything just went wrong.

- Look, I just...

- You will feel what I feel.

- I just wanted to...

- Reach for the unknown.

It's just such a tragedy

to lose anyone so young.

That was principal Ariana Nakata

from Los Alamos High School,

where the tragic suicide of teen

Mona Wilson has left many...

- We didn't do this.

- ...questions about the lives of children...

Reach... for the unknown.

"When my soul no longer takes

this form..."

"And you hear me singing in the storm."

It's just an elysian fields song.

You'll be okay?

Go.

Seems like whoever got the call

had taken some sophisticated steps

to mask their identity.

The forensic team was impressed.

Well, the thing with cyber crimes,

with all the 1s and 0s,

it doesn't matter how good you are.

Even the best will leave a trace

sooner or later.

My friends downtown... they're worried

about the one who got the call,

the one that had to see all this.

Yeah, a thing like that...

can haunt somebody forever.

Keeping something like this a secret...

that is just poison.

How's that bracelet treating you?

It's fine.

Well... I better be on my way.

See you around.

Is this Tina?

It's Daniel.

Daniel.

Jason's son.

Well, do you know where he is?

Well, if... if you hear from him,

could you just tell him that I called?

So, he didn't leave any...

Hello?

What the f***?

I'm calling an ambulance.

No.

- Sorry.

- That's okay.

You should soak that.

I brought you something.

I folded them by hand.

There's 1,000 of them in there.

This is...

Happy Birthday.

I got it.

If you need to talk to someone, I can get

a recommendation from Jamie Chubinsky.

His dad wrote a book

on P.T.S.D. or something.

Mona Wilson is haunting me.

You take your meds last night?

That's got nothing to do with this.

Now you're busting your head open

on the kitchen floor?

- With the star jar.

- This is different.

I got to go study.

Look, I understand this

is probably a huge headfuck.

But you don't believe me?

That what... that Mona Wilson's

coming back from the dead to haunt you?

It was an invasion of privacy.

That doesn't warrant suicide,

much less a f***ing haunting.

Look, you're f***ed up, man.

You've been f***ed up.

You don't call us. You don't talk to us.

All you want to do is sit in the house

and think about Mona.

It was my fault.

That's bullshit. She was crazy as sh*t.

She was gonna do this one way or the other.

- F*** you.

- No, f*** you.

I don't have to ask around. There's a pretty

clear consensus on who this girl was.

Forget it.

She never even f***ing talked

to anybody. She just walked around,

listening to her emotional-ass music, acting

like she was better than the rest of us.

- She was misunderstood.

- A misunderstood b*tch.

A selfish b*tch, and nothing

proves that more than her deciding

to make you watch her blow

her f***ing head off.

You have any idea how long Abby

worked on those stars?

Kevin?

- She wants to hurt me.

- Let's get inside the house.

She wants to hurt me like I hurt her.

"You will feel what I feel."

What else could that possibly mean?

I mean, she wants to f***ing punish me

for what I did to her.

- Where is it?

- What?

The e-mail.

- Don't look at me like that.

- Daniel...

You don't think I want this to be over?

I could feel her, okay?

- I could smell her perfume. She was here.

- Look, I'm gonna stay, okay?

I'm gonna stay the night.

My dad's working the graveyard shift.

If anything weird goes on,

I'll be here to see it.

Okay?

- Come on. Try harder.

- I am trying.

Rematch?

I can't see straight.

Well, how 'bout some mad libs?

I brought "animals, animals, animals,"

"camp days," and "bachelorette bash."

No.

What was it...

about her?

She was...

just perfect.

And...

there's this feeling in my stomach

every time I think about her.

That's all?

I mean... isn't that all it ever is?

All what ever is?

Love.

No.

And perfection has nothing

to do with it.

It's about knowing how f***ed up

somebody is,

how stupid and blind they are,

knowing all those things,

and still seeing the light in them,

even though all they see

in themselves is sh*t.

And you know it's real when you don't get

that feeling in your stomach anymore,

but it doesn't matter.

You don't need to feel that

to know that...

no matter what twisted, dark sh*t

gets dropped on either one of you,

you'll be there

to bail each other out...

because you're best f***ing friends.

...may not be Mr. right,

but he is certainly Mr. smooth.

Daniel?!

Maybe... if I can set it straight,

somehow let her know

that I didn't mean to hurt her...

let her know how much I cared.

What do you want us to do?

Your mom is gonna lose it.

They don't like silence,

so it suggests neutral tones.

Read from the top.

"When dealing

with an unwelcome presence,

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