"And darling Jenna isn't the victim. Freak Toby is." -Alison DiLaurentis
The next video they watched, as they were still in Emily's bedroom, was of Jenna.
"Is that Jenna?" Emily gulped.
"You're late."
"Who's she talking to?" Isabel added.
"Toby," Spencer muttered.
"It's not right," Toby said firmly.
"There's nothing wrong about us, Toby," Jenna smirked. "We're not really related. It'll be so easy to convince my mommy and your daddy that you've been forcing yourself on me. You have no idea who you're dealing with."
"Turn it off," Spencer demanded, and Emily closed the laptop.
"Do you realize what these videos are?" Aria asked, wide-eyed. "They're of us... Ali, Jenna. We're young girls in our bedrooms changing clothes. We're naked!"
"Exposed," Spencer nodded.
"Guys, I noticed something strange," Isabel spoke up.
"Go on," Aria frowned.
"I'm not in the first three videos," Isabel explained. "But I distinctly remember being there."
"Yeah, I noticed that too," Aria nodded.
"Why do you think someone would do this?" Isabel asked after a pause.
"Do you think someone was watching us and getting it off on it?" Hanna replied.
"Well, we all know who had a thing for younger girls," Spencer said knowingly.
"I feel sick," Emily agreed.
"In some of these, we were just kids," Hanna pointed out.
"Ian's been watching us for years," Aria spat.
"And he killed Alison to make sure nobody found out," Spencer added.
"I wish Ali would've told us about these videos," Emily sniffled.
"You guys, it is not too late to help her," Spencer urged, grabbing the flash drive.
"Yeah, it kinda is," Isabel frowned. Then she realized what Spencer was saying. "We can use this to prove that Ian killed Alison."
"How are we gonna do that?" Emily asked.
"We start by finding out what Jenna knows," Isabel replied.
"Are you on something?" Aria scoffed, and Isabel stared at her. "Sorry."
"Jenna's at the top of our 'A'-list," Hanna argued.
"Look, I get it, okay, but she knows that these videos existed," Spencer explained. "She was looking for them. That's why she hired Caleb to find that key!" She got up.
"Spence, how are we ever supposed to believe anything that bitch says?" Hanna huffed.
"If that bitch is 'A', this could be a trap," Emily added.
"You guys, Ian was watching all of us," Spencer exclaimed, holding up the drive.
"For all we know, he still is," Isabel nodded.
"They're right. We have to try," aria agreed.
"We've been afraid of her since the Jenna thing, and now we finally have something that she wants," Spencer continued. "Alison gave it to us."
-
Isabel was walking to class when she saw Jenna go in to the music room, so she followed her. Spencer, Emily, Aria, and Hanna were already there.
"Who's there?" Jenna asked, putting down her flute case.
"It's Spencer."
Jenna turned around. "Who else?"
"Aria, Emily, Isabel...and Hanna," Spencer told her.
"Should I call security?" Jenna asked Isabel pointedly.
"Should I call Caleb?" Isabel shot back. When Jenna was silent, she added, "We have what you hired Caleb to find."
"You didn't think it was wrong, but Toby did," Emily scoffed.
"So, you've seen it?" Jenna nodded.
"Every frame," Spencer spat.
"What do you want from me?" Jenna asked.
"The truth," Isabel snapped.
"Can you handle that?" Hanna added.
"Look, when I said Alison came to visit me at the hospital I was telling you the truth," Jenna sighed. "She didn't come to talk about you, Spencer. That was a lie."
"And how do we know that you're not lying to us now?" Isabel huffed.
"You knew Alison, okay? You knew what she was capable of," Jenna pleaded.
"We're listening," Spencer frowned.
"It was the day before she went missing, and she was on her way home from Georgia. She had just found the video..." Jenna explained. "She couldn't wait to play it for me. Said that I should see it her way. And if I kept her...secret, the video would stay under lock and key. Then she told me I'd I ever came back to Rosewood...she would bury me."
"She was on her way home from Georgia?" Spencer repeated.
"Th-that's what she said," Jenna shrugged. "And then she made some joke about her... tan. Too bad I couldn't see it."
"Did she tell you anything else?" Isabel pressed.
"It was a short...visit," Jenna told them. "Look, I-I have given you what you've asked for. What are you gonna give me?"
"We'll make sure the video stays in a safe place," Isabel sighed.
"Okay," Jenna nodded. She started to leave, but paused. "We've all made mistakes. Remember, I'm still paying for yours." And she was gone.
"For all we know, she wrote that story," Aria huffed.
"And we still don't know how Ali got the video," Emily added.
"Yes, we do," Isabel replied. "That video was Alison's insurance policy, and she cashed it in the day that she got it."
"Which means she was with Ian when she found it," Aria nodded.
"And she couldn't wait to play that video for Jenna," Spencer agreed, and they shared a dark look. "God, do you remember how happy Ali was when she came back from that trip. I think it's because, for her, the Jenna thing was over."
"Nice of her to share the safety net with us," Hanna scoffed.
"'Wait for it, girls. Wait for it,'" Emily recalled.
"Wait for what?" Isabel frowned.
"That's what Ali said when we met her at the taxi," Emily explained. "Maybe that's what we were waiting for."
"Do you remember at Alison's funeral, when we were all wondering why Jenna was there?" Aria asked.
"If she's telling the truth, Jenna came back because she could," Isabel nodded. "And Ali's the one who got buried."
-
The girls were in the cafeteria later. Emily had just told them about her mom wanting to relocate herself and Emily to Texas to be with Emily's dad.
"Well, if you want, my dad can call your mom and officially offer you the guest room," Aria suggested.
"This is so not fair," Emily sighed. "I mean, we lost each other for a year. I can't imagine not being..."
"I got it," Spencer exclaimed, sitting down next to Isabel.
"Okay, you're sure Ian can't trace this number back to us?" Isabel asked.
"It's a prepaid phone, I used cash, and the number isn't registered, so...service is anonymous," Spencer nodded.
"How do you know this stuff?" Hanna frowned.
"Don't you ever watch CNN?" Spencer said incredulously.
"Not any chance of that," Isabel joked as Hanna stared at Spencer with a confused look on her face.
"Homeland security is trying to ban these things," Spencer added. The others watched as Ian talked to some jocks.
"He acts like he doesn't have a care in the world," Aria scoffed.
"He thinks he got away with it," Hanna agreed.
"Well, he hasn't," Emily assured her.
"Okay, so we convince Ian that this isn't about anything but money," Spencer explained. "Hopefully that'll throw him off of us."
"Yeah, and if he wants his home movies, it's just gonna cost him," Isabel added.
"And then when he shows up for the swap, we..." Spencer started.
"Make our own movie," Hanna smirked, holding up her phone.
"Right, and we take that, the flash drive, and the prepaid phone into the police," Isabel nodded.
"The second he responds with a text, we know that he's guilty," Aria agreed.
Spencer typed, 'I have Ali's videos', but then she hesitated.
"Send it already," Hanna snapped. Spencer did. Isabel watched as Ian took his phone out. He looked at it, then nervously stalked off.
"There must've been a part of me that didn't believe it, because I just... I-I feel..." Aria stammered.
"Numb?" Emily finished.
"Somehow I-I thought I'd feel better when we found out for sure," Spencer added.
"Well, I know what they do to guys like him in prison, and that makes me feel a lot better," Hanna huffed. Her phone beeped, and she checked it. "It's just my mom making sure I stayed out of bed."
Spencer's burner phone beeped.
"He wants to know what we want," Spencer gulped.
"Put $10,000," Isabel blurted, and Hanna took the phone and wrote, 'Bring $10,00 to Willow Park. 9pm. Come alone.' She hit send.
"Is this the 'Let's love on Hanna' lunch committee?" Mona said, walking up. "Feeling better, sweetie?"
"I gotta use the bathroom," Isabel announced, and left.
-
The next day, the girls waited for Spencer at Willow Park.
"Spence, it's us again. It's 7:30 and we're at the park. Where are you?" Aria left that voicemail.
"Maybe she's on her way and she just doesn't have a signal," Hanna suggested.
"I don't know. If she's not here in ten minutes, we're calling the cops," Aria panicked. Her phone beeped.
"Spencer?" Isabel gasped hopefully.
"It's not Spencer," Aria gulped. "It's from 'A'. It's for all of us."
'Buckle up, bitches. Nothing is as it seems. -A'
"Does 'A' know we're here?" Emily frowned.
"'A' knows everything," Hanna scoffed.
-
"He's here."
10 minutes later, Isabel and Emily were anxiously pacing.
"Thanks for coming," Emily smiled at...Garrett?
"Trust me, I'm glad you called," Garrett nodded.
"Garrett?" Isabel frowned.
"Hi," Garrett shrugged. "Okay. So, no one else knows you're here but me, right?"
"Well, I left a note for my mom in case anything happened to us," Hanna said.
"All right, well, this looks like the only way in, so if Ian shows, I'll see him coming," Garrett explained. He started to walk away, but Isabel stopped him.
"Hey," she called. "Look, it'd be best you didn't mention this to anyone."
"I'm a cop, Isabel," Garrett sighed. "If I told anyone, I'd lose my job."
"Thanks," Isabel nodded. A car approached them, and Isabel and Garrett ran over to the others.
"I want the three of you to stay out of sight," Garrett told them, and they ducked behind some bushes. A guy came out of the car, but it wasn't Ian. "Stop right there," he shouted at him, cocking his gun. "Put your hands where I can see them and turn around." The guy dropped the bag he was holding, and slowly turned around.
"It's not Ian," Aria stated the obvious. Garrett shoved the guy up against the car.
"He's got a gun," Isabel whispered.
"Look, someone paid me to drop off this bag and pick up a package," the guy pleaded as Garrett put handcuffs on him. "He found me online. My name is Logan Reed. I'm telling you the truth."
-
The girls were on the hospital, where Spencer said she was waiting. Emily's phone rang, and Isabel answered it. "Spence?"
"I can't give you the videos more than once!"
"Spencer?" Emily frowned.
"My mom knows I'm here. She knows I'm in the church."
"Picked a perfect place for your suicide."
"It's Ian. Call 911," Aria gaped.
"Oh, you didn't mean to hurt Alison, huh? It was an accident. You pushed her, and she fell." Hanna dialed 911.
"Is that what happened?" Spencer asked. There were sounds of a fight.
"She just hit her head and she never woke up," Ian nodded.
"Alison died of suffocation," Spencer gulped, and she seemed to struggle a bit.
"Yeah, the letter that I wrote on your computer won't answer all the questions, but it will answer enough. The guilt was just too much for you."
"Aah! No! No!" Spencer screamed, and it sounded like Ian was shoving her up against a wall. "Please, if you love my sister, you won't do this."
"I'm doing it because I love her."
And the call ended.
-
At the church, the girls frantically searched for Spencer.
"Spence!"
"Spencer! Spencer!"
"Spence!"
"Spencer! Spence!"
"Where is she? Spencer!" Aria shouted as they made their way to the stairs.
"Spencer!" Emily shouted as they saw her clinging to a wooden post, quivering with fear. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, my God!" Isabel screamed when she saw Ian's body tangled in the ropes below them.
"Hey, look, you did what you had to do, okay?" Aria assured her.
"No, I didn't," Spencer stuttered. "Someone else did."
"No, Spence, there was nobody else here," Isabel frowned as the others looked around.
"Maybe he fell," Emily suggested.
"All I saw was a black hoodie," Spencer gulped as Isabel hugged her.
"'A'?" Emily asked.
"Ian killed Alison, and he tried to kill me," Spencer said, on the verge of tears.
"No, hey, Spence. Hey. He's dead, okay?" Aria consoled her.
"It's over. It's over. Okay?" Isabel nodded.
"It's okay. It's okay."
-
"Stop right there," a cop shouted at them outside. "Is this some kind of a joke?"
"What do you mean?" Isabel frowned.
"There's nobody in there," he told them. The girls exchanged wittier glances. "Come with me."
Inside, they looked up at the ropes. Where Ian's body was seconds ago, was nothing.
Outside, half of Rosewood, and it's PD were there.
Whispering.
"Are they lying?"
"Why would they lie?"
Suddenly, their phones all beeped simultaneously.
"Oh my God," Aria said, her eyes widening as she read the message. "This just means..."
'It's not over until I say it is. Sleep tight, while all of you still can, bitches. -A'