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If one of you fails, then I'll

expose them to the administration.

But for your sakes,

I hope you succeed,

because something tells me loyalty

is your little group's strong suit.

- You're full of sh*t.

- Oh, am I?

- Calling us cheaters

doesn't prove anything.

We've done nothing wrong.

You're a liar.

- Open it!

- I have more, but this should be enough

to get the principal's attention.

- I'll kill you.

I'm already dead, remember?

- Look, what do you want us

to do?

- You'll find out soon enough.

I have all your phone numbers.

Be on the lookout.

- What are we gonna do?

- We're gonna find out

whoever this is.

Until then, we do exactly

what she says, okay?

- Jack tried to be brave

and take charge,

but I knew he and everyone else

were just as afraid as I was.

I mean, we had no idea what

Brittany was gonna ask us to do

or... or how to track down

who she was.

- Why do you think that Cameron

was the first one

that Brittany contacted?

- Well, everyone at Archer knows

that Cameron's the guy to go to

if you need anything

that's hard to find.

- Like drugs?

- I said hard to find,

like stolen answer keys

and teacher log-ins.

One of the ways that Cameron

used to make money

was by making

high-quality fake I.D.S.

Like, the really good ones,

the type that scan

at a liquor store.

So, Brittany texted Cameron

all the information she wanted,

and... and for him, it was easy.

He'd done it a million times.

- Don't look like no Brittany

I remember.

- Do you think she'll leave us

alone now?

- No one goes through

this much trouble to buy beer.

- Hey, why does this

have my address?

- That's what she asked for.

- Oh, no, I don't like this.

Well, it's... it's stupid.

She can't even use it.

It's got the wrong picture.

- Yeah, but if it was a real

picture, we'd know who she is.

- It's just... I don't get why

someone would want an I.D.

That they can't even use.

- Who the hell you think

Kelly Hanson is?

- Are you just gonna stand there

or say something useful?

- She texted me.

- Well, what'd it say?

- She sent me

a social security number.

- For what?

- I don't know.

- I think, um...

She might want us to use it

with this.

- Ricky was the next one

to get a call.

- Yes?

- A copy of your parents' rental

would sure go nicely with

your friends' new information.

- We knew Brittany was having us

gather pieces to a puzzle.

We just had no idea what the

puzzle was going to add up to.

And we should have realized that with

social security numbers and leases,

we were getting into something

a lot more serious

than just changing grades.

- So, we have an I.D., a social

security number, and a lease.

- We're making

an imaginary person.

- Yeah, that's what a fake I.D.

Is for, genius.

- No, this is more than that. We're creating

a person that exists legally on paper.

- What does that mean?

- It means go to jail, Ricky,

go directly to jail.

Don't graduate high school, don't

collect any graduation money.

- What is it?

Alex!

- Account WNB.

- What?

- What?

- Weld national.

Guys, s-she wants us

to set up a bank account.

- You can get the mail

before your parents, right?

- Yes.

They work late.

- I hope this works.

- I couldn't believe

how easy it was.

A photo I.D., a social security

number, and proof of residence

was all we needed

to open a bank account.

With a few pieces

of information,

we made a person

out of thin air,

and all I kept

thinking about was,

who could be doing this to us?

And more importantly,

when would it stop?

- Alex.

Come here.

You okay?

- Not really.

- All right, look.

I've been doing some thinking.

Even if we could track

the cellphone number,

it's probably just a burner,

anyways, so... -what?

- It's a prepaid phone

with no plan, so no records.

Well, I did find this.

- What is it?

- I saw this thing on the news about

how they track Internet perverts

by tracing their I.P. Address,

and Bas...

-what's an I.P. Address?

- It's like an Internet fingerprint

that all computers have.

Anyways, I log into the account

Brittany gave you,

and I spent all morning

trying to figure out

how to trace

the e-mail she sent.

This is what I found.

The signal was coming from here.

It's Archer.

Whoever was talking to us the other

night was doing it from the school.

And I don't know how yet,

but we're one step closer

to nailing this a**hole.

Well, let's just follow

Brittany's example.

- If Brittany video chatted us

from Archer,

then all we'd have to do was

find the surveillance footage

from that night.

She probably thought we were just

sitting around being scared,

just waiting to be told

what to do next.

But if we found that footage, we

would know exactly who she was.

- What the hell is that?

My apologies.

I thought the ice cream

remind you of the gulag.

Son of a b*tch!

Huh?!

- You shouldn't talk

about your mother that way, Ricky.

- Well, at least my mother never

slept with my little league coach.

- I told you that sh*t

in confidence.

- Huh? Well, what you

gonna do about it?! Huh?

Come on!

You smell that?

I smell this vagina.

It smells like communism.

- Ooh!

- Ooh!

- Well, you better watch out

for Mr. Randals.

Come on!

- Your mother's vagina

smells like salt...

- Oh, you!

- Huh?

Nyet, nyet, nyet, nyet!

How you like that, Russian boy?

You like that?

- KGB this!

- Officer Randals, we need you

in the cafeteria.

- Right away?

- Yes, right away.

We have a fight.

- What the... none of these

screens are working.

They're not turning on.

- Start pressing things.

- Hey! Hey!

Make a path, make a path!

You two, break it up!

Stop it, stop it!

Break it up!

Everybody go back to eating

their lunches!

Calm down!

You're coming with me!

Let's go, Cameron!

Come on!

- Okay, I think

I found something.

- Speak English, all right?

- Okay.

- W-what the hell is this?

- What's wrong?

- There's like... there's like

a million folders in here.

- Just take whatever you can.

- Are you stupid?!

That's not how this works!

- Shh!

- Come on, you two.

Sit!

- There's too many files in here,

and they're way too big.

- Can't you just e-mail them

to your house?

- Just shut up, okay? I'm trying

to think, and you're not helping!

- Keep your hands to yourselves. The

principal will be with you in a minute.

And watch your mouth.

- Anything?

- I don't know which camera

is which.

You're supposed to be

keeping watch.

- He's back.

He's back, Jack.

- Sh*t.

- What are you doing?

- Uh, I think I saw some kids smoking

pot in the upstairs bathroom.

I just thought you should know.

- Let's go. Let's go.

- Oh, my god.

- So, you mean we got three more days of I.S.S. For no reason?

- Like you care.

- A big part of me wants your brains

at the bottom of my shoes right now.

- Look,

it's a complicated system.

It would have taken us

all day to figure out.

- How complicated could it be?

- You know what?!

If it was up to me, you wouldn't

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