13 Reasons Why

Hey, it's Hannah. Hannah Baker.

That's right.

Don't adjust your... whatever device you're hearing this on.

It's me, live and in stereo.

No return engagements, no encore,

and this time, absolutely no requests.

Get a snack. Settle in.

Because I'm about to tell you the story of my life.

- She was so pretty. - Totally.

- What is it again? - #NeverForget.

What the hell are you doing?

Nothing. I'm just...

Looking for something?

What would I be looking for?

You tell me.

Do you even know my name?

- 'Course I do, Clay. - Guys. Second bell.

You're not that innocent, Jensen. I don't give a shit what she says.

Mr. Foley, let's go. Get to homeroom.

You too, Mr. Jensen.

So, there are a number of ways to get help if you need it,

or if a friend does, okay?

And all of this information is on the board outside of my room

or outside of the main office.

It's on the Liberty High home page.

Ms. Bradley, is it possible we could be done with all this?

I mean, it's been over a week.

Isn't it healthy to, like, move on?

Okay, everyone, thank you.

Seriously, I know, it's tragic,

but I don't want to keep being reminded all the time.

It's depressing.

We're never done with it, Mr. Pratters, which is why it's important to know

the signs that someone you care for might need help.

I mean, are they withdrawing from friends and family?

Is there a change in their appearance?

Are they having trouble in...

The group collaboration project is worth one-fifth

of your semester grade total, so...

Okay, so, please be committed

and constant and fair to each other.

I like the hair.

The short hair. Um...

I liked the long hair, too.

And, um, I realize this makes me seem wishy-washy,

and I should have said something the other night,

and in truth I don't actually like change, but this change seems cool.

Thanks, Clay.

Clay?

Clay.

Clay.

Yeah, sorry, what?

Are you with us?

Yeah, no, I am, I'm with you.

So, between now and then, observe yourself.

Bring in information.

The students did this on their own.

We thought it just best to leave it.

I see.

I'm sorry, um...

Let me try this again.

You'd think there'd be a master key or something.

Yeah, there was, once.

She doesn't have any stickers or pictures inside.

Why doesn't she have any stickers?

- Honey, it's just a locker. - No, it's Hannah's locker.

Why is it like that?

Ma'am, I really don't know.

This is everything, then?

Yes. I mean, we can go through the rest in my office.

That way I can return the textbook.

We just need anything personal.

The lawyer said bring everything.

Lawyers say a lot of things.

Oh. Hey, Clay.

Hey, Tyler.

What?

Nothing.

No, no, Mom, it's a stupid school e-mail.

You do not need to come ho...

Uh, hey, hold on.

What the fuck are you doing?

Nothing. Just yearbook stuff.

Get out, dude.

Hey, sorry. Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Everything's fine here.

Just stay in Aspen.

Yes, I am sure, Mother, 100 percent sure.

Put Dad on the phone.

Clay.

How are you doing, sweetie?

You've been on my mind.

Hey, Courtney.

I have?

Well, I just feel like we all need to be there for each other

at a time like this, you know?

Sure.

It's all just so sad.

It just doesn't make sense, right?

No.

But, um...

a lot of things don't make sense.

Exactly. So true.

Some things, you know, just don't have simple explanations, right?

Right. Yeah.

I'm glad we got to talk.

Bye.

Yeah, good talk.

Hey, Clay.

You want a ride home?

Yeah, sure.

No bike today?

Uh, no, Mom wanted to drive me, and, you know, talk about things.

Oh.

Can I play you a tape?

Yeah, of course.

You're still on the old media, huh?

Uh, it's so much better.

Everything was better before.

You said it, son.

Like so.

Now, if they ask you if it's real butter, what do you say?

It's a butter-based product.

And smile when you say it.

I know, terrifying. But it sells the big lie.

Oh, and, uh, little trade secret:

If they're cute, only put butter on the top

so they have to come back for more during the movie.

Okay, uh, why?

So you can chat 'em up.

Oh, chat's not really my thing.

I like it.

I think we're gonna get along.

As long as you remember I started here three weeks before you,

so I have seniority, which is why I'm training you.

Which is insane if you think about it,

because I just moved here two months ago

and I have no idea what I'm doing.

I think it's going well.

Do you like it?

Here?

At the Crestmont? I find the various smells fascinating.

No, this town.

Oh, right. Uh...

I don't have anything to compare it to.

I've lived here all my life.

It's like asking Han Solo "How is space?"

Wow! You're an actual nerd, aren't you?

I admire that. There's courage in being a nerd.

Catch you later.

Dad, where's your radio thing?

"My radio thing"?

That thing you play CDs on

when you're painting or working in the yard or whatever.

My boom box.

That really what they're called?

They were. I believe now they're called obsolete.

Uh, yeah, it's in the workshop.

It plays tapes, right?

It does, last I checked.

How were things at school today?

Same. Everyone's still acting weird.

And you?

Um...

How are you doing?

Me? I'm... fine.

I'm good.

So, can I... I can use the boom box?

Yes, of course. The boom box.

Go.

But... keep in touch.

Okay?

Sure thing, Dad.

Hey, it's Hannah.

Hannah Baker.

Holy shit.

Don't adjust your... whatever device you're hearing this on.

It's me, live and in stereo.

No return engagements, no encore,

and this time, absolutely no requests.

Get a snack. Settle in.

Because I'm about to tell you the story of my life.

More specifically, why my life ended.

And if you're listening to this tape...

you're one of the reasons why.

I'm not saying which tape brings you into the story.

But fear not, if you received this lovely little box,

your name will pop up.

I promise.

Anyway, the rules here are pretty simple.

- There are only two. - Whatcha doing?

- Jesus! - Sorry.

What have we said about helicopter parenting?

I didn't mean to scare you.

You were just lost in... what is that you're listening to?

It's, uh... it's nothing. It's for history class.

- Cassettes are history now? - Mm-hm.

Hm! Of course they are.

Can I listen?

No, uh, it's dumb.