Oh dear. Mac and Beaver sit at lunch, feeling weird about all kinds of things. Mac: "Is it me?" He plays dumb and says no, "it's the tater tots," and she...goes there. It's more awkward than a season of Degrassi: "Are you not attracted to me?" (If you have to ask...?) Beaver's like, "What what?" and she asks him to explain, then, why he doesn't "wanna do stuff." He begs of her to stop, and she says that they have to talk about it sometime. Oh, man, the ugliness of people who are not ready for dating. Mac explains that she gets nervous, too, like, when they're just hanging out she's totally confident and cool, but then all this pressure appears sometimes, and..."I don't know what I'm doing either." Which is not what you say here, optimally. I think you should really just avoid any kind of insult, on top of the all-levels accusation you're leveling here. It's not like teenage boys are that confusing. They are 30% food or the getting of food, 60% polymorphous perversity and free-floating anxiety both sexual and other, and 10% "I'm not gay and also I'm a total stud." This is not math that would overwhelm your average graphing calculator. "Uh, I know what I'm doing," Beaver spits, and Mac tries to backtrack, getting really vulnerable and apologetic and hard to watch and very, very sad: "I'm saying I don't, so if you don't either, or you feel nervous or..." He begs her, again, to stop talking. Mac: "Veronica says that guys move at all different speeds..." and Beaver wigs, about her talking to Veronica, which is easily six buttons right there. Mac tries again to overclarify: "No, it was about me, not..." She stops. "I'm...doing something wrong." Ooof. That's the line that got me. "You weren't," Beaver nearly cries, "but you are now." He stands, and she looks very tiny. "Good luck getting laid," Beaver red-flags all the fuck over the place as he runs away, and we are treated to a very slow, very sad, very outmatched Mac. Poor girl.
Montage continues with the music now having completely taken over the soundtrack. (From the notes, verbatim again: "Musical montage, are we? I think many people will die now.") There are flashlights -- under the Old Shark, I presume -- and they land on a bike chained up to some pylons. Red, with a black spider. I don't like this. So I'll say instead: all we don't know about is the Curly and Logan and Haaron connection, right? And whatever they throw at us next, but those are the basics? That is what we as viewers still need to figure out: the Logan/Veronica/Curly/Haaron axis? Nothing creepier than yet another Echolls family surprise party. Jeez.