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(gentle music)
(grass rustling)

(zipper zipping)
(gentle music)

- Okay, I'm Professor Penn.

I wanna welcome you to
Conceptional Art Design

and their Modern Methods.

I wanna find out

from each of you what you
intend to get out of this class.

(gentle music)

What is the medium that you enjoy?

Is is modern?

Do you even like art?

Or are you using this
just for another credit?

There are no wrong answers,

so you can be totally, totally honest.

(birds chirping)
(gentle music)

Okay, I'll start.

I love art.

In fact, my favorite
artist is a local man.

His name is Mitchel Burndry,

and I have sent each of
you on your student emails

samples of his work so you get the idea.

(birds chirping)
(gentle music)

You.

Okay, what medium do you use?

- Watercolors.

- I like it.

And you, Sir?

- Graffiti, I guess.

I don't know.

- And you?

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- Photography.

(crickets chirping)
(pensive music)

(birds chirping)

(engine rumbling)

(brakes squealing)

(mellow music)
(birds chirping)

(keys jingling)
(mellow music)

(door creaks)
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(liquid splashing)
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(cereal clattering)
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(water splashing)
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(door creaking)
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(shutter clicks)
(pensive music)

(air whooshing)
(pensive music)

(Andrew exhales)
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(shutter clicking)
(pensive music)

(patrons chattering)
(mellow music)

- Andrew?

Go talk to that girl, man.

Please?

- No, man, not tonight.

No.

- You need to get out there.

- It's a bad idea.

- [Ryan] And that girl
was fuckin' hot, come on.

(patrons chattering)
(mellow music)

- All right.

- [Ryan] Please?

(patrons chattering)
(mellow music)

- Will you watch this?

- [Ryan] I will.

(patrons chattering)
(mellow music)

- Did I look lonely to you?

- My friend Ryan over there
wanted me to ask you out.

(chuckles)

(patrons chattering)
(mellow music)

- So, what do you do?

- Uh, I'm studying art.

More specifically, photography.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- I'm an art major.

- How have I not seen you around?

Do you go to SOC?

- Um, it's her sister school.

- No shame in community college.

(patrons chattering)
(mellow music)

Can I get another vodka
over here, also a water?

(patrons chattering)
(mellow music)

- Thank you.

(mellow music)

(patrons chattering)

What do you usually take pictures of?

- (throat clears) Usually landscape stuff.

(girl laughs)

- [Girl] Is that interesting to you?

- It is, yeah.

I mean, I can do portrait stuff as well,

but I just mainly like taking pictures

of things that don't move.

- Oh.

- Capture most out of it.

(girl chuckles)

- So, I guess that means
that you don't wanna take

my picture then, huh?

- No, you're right, I don't
wanna take your picture.

- Ouch.

- You're too pretty for a picture.

(patrons chattering)
(mellow music)

- [Girl] Okay.

I've fallen for your pickup
lines that don't exist.

- Perfect, then you can
come take a walk with me.

Listen, I'm gonna go have a smoke.

Will I see you out there?

Okay.

(patrons chattering)
(mellow music)

(music fades)

- So, what happened, man?

Did you scare her off?

- Do you wanna know how to get
the attention of a puppy dog?

(Ryan exhales)

(Andrew exhales)

Confidence.

- Well, yeah, but what about that one?

- Like I said, it's a bad idea.

(pensive music)
(crickets chirping)

(woman exhales softly)

(pensive music)
(crickets chirping)

(fumes hissing)
(pensive music)

(woman exhaling softly)
(pensive music)

(Andrew exhales)
(crickets chirping)

(mellow music)
(engines rumbling)

- I need to talk to you a few minutes

about something on page 14.

- Oh.
- Do you wanna come with me?

Okay, no big deal.

Oh, and Andrew, hang in there

'cause I got something else
to talk to you about, too.

(mellow music)
(phones ringing)

- [Jill] Coffee?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

(cup thuds)

(mellow music)
(crickets chirping)

(keys jingling)
(mellow music)

(computer chimes)
(mellow music)

(fridge door thuds)

(shop bell rings)

(bottles clinking)

- That's not very good.

- I don't need it to be good,

I just need it to be right now.

(Marissa chuckles)

Do you have a suggestion, then?

- Yeah.

(bottles clinking)

- I don't know if I
should be taking advice

from strangers in the middle of the night.

- My name's Marissa.

Now we're not strangers.

- I'm Andrew.

(bottles clinking)

(register beeps)

(crickets chirping)
(mellow music)

(liquid sloshing)
(mellow music)

- So, what do you do?

(Andrew's throat clears)

- I work for the "Southern
Oregon Journal," actually.

Like news, headlines,
ads, pictures, mainly.

Kinda whatever it is they throw at me.

- That's really cool.

- Well (chuckles).

- Is that why you carry the camera?

- Yeah, it's exactly why I
carry the camera (chuckles).

- You should let me take your picture.

- No.

(Marissa chuckles)

- No?

- No.

Photographers don't necessarily

like getting their picture taken.

I mean, you don't like paint the painter.

We just don't tend to show
up well on film (chuckles).

- Well, the painter's
getting painted tonight.

- Is there no way, like
I can get out of this?

- No.

- Okay.

Just one picture.

- Okay.

(mellow music)
(crickets chirping)

Thank you.

(lever winding)

Ready?

- I guess (throat clears).

(Andrew sighs)
(camera clicks)

- Beautiful.

(mellow music)

(doors slamming)

- Well, what is it that you do?

- I'm a teacher.

- Oh.

(lighter flicking)

- Yeah, kindergarten.

- Okay.

- That's a handful (laughs), but-

- I bet.

Enjoy that?

- I do, I love my job.

- That's good.

It's good to enjoy, enjoy
what you do everyday.

- Do you like what you do?

- Do I like what I do?

It has its moments.

It's a job.

I used to like it.

- Yeah.

- Do you usually go around in the middle

of the night talkin' to random people?

Is that just a new
thing you're tryin' out?

- Always.

- Always.
- No (chuckles).

(mellow music)
(crickets chirping)

- This is nice.

- It is.

Do you come here often?

- No, I don't but I don't
really get out often, so.

(Marissa's throat clears)

- And this is getting out?

- For me, this, yeah.
(Marissa laughs)

- You should probably get out more often.

(Andrew's throat clears)

- I should.
(Marissa chuckles)

So, do you live around here or?

- Kind of.

- Kind of?

You don't know where you live?

- Well, I know where I live

but I'm not so certain
that a complete stranger

should know where I live.

- I thought we weren't strangers anymore?

- Oh, yeah, good point (laughs).

- You did the whole, "I'm Marissa," thing.

(Marissa laughs)

Well, if you enjoy this, I have to ask,

do you wanna get a coffee sometime or?

- Yeah.

I'd like that.

- I know that there's
a place up the street.

- There is.

They have good coffee.

And even better croissants.

(Andrew chuckles)
(Marissa chuckles)

(shop bell chimes)
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(gentle music)

- Hey, you got some papers
to file or somethin'?

Come on.

You're a photographer, right?

- Yes, I'm a photographer.

- How long you been doin' that for?

- (sighs) I don't know,
like six, seven years.

- Okay, good.

Listen, a girl just got murdered.

Some psycho got a hold of her

and turned her into a
fuckin' Picasso painting.

Man, there's shit all over the street

and I wanna be first on this, okay?

So, get down there, take some pictures.

I have a guy who knows you're comin'.

His name's Detective Beli, talk to him.

- What do you want me to do?

Like...

- Your a photographer, man.

Take some fuckin' pictures and
don't forget your press pass.

(mellow music)
(Andrew sighs)

(engine rumbling)
(mellow music)

(windshield wipers whirring)
(rain pattering)

(birds chirping)
(water splashing)

(pensive music)
(crows cawing)

(shutter clicking)
(pensive music)

- Horton?

- [Horton] Yeah?

- Can you contact the medical examiner?

We need an ETA.

We got media showin' up.

You need to get this body
processed and outta here.

- [Horton] Absolutely, Chief.

(eerie music)

(shutter clicking)
(eerie music)

(pensive music)

- Tire tracks, guys.

There's a pair of 'em right there.

Watch your step.

(Ray speaking faintly)
(eerie music)

(pensive music)

(shutter clicking)

Beli, who the hell is that?

- Some kid from the "Journal."

Just here to take pictures.

- Oh, that's really sweet.

Are you fuckin' shittin' me?

We can't have one case in this little town

without a reporter
stickin' his nose in it?

- It wasn't my call.

I just found out a few minutes ago myself.

Fuckin' Toner.

- [Ray] Who?

- Toner.

- [Ray] Toner?

Who the hell let him in on this?

- The Chief.

- Ah, jeez.

So he caved, right?

That's, that's, that's great.

It's a murder investigation.

It's not a damn circus.

(pensive music)

(match strikes)
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(water splashing)
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(keys jingling)
(Andrew's throat clears)

(engine rumbling)
(pensive music)

(car beeping)
(pensive music)

(mellow music)
(engine rumbling)

(birds chirping)
(mellow music)

- So, as I promised to bring you

an example of art in everyday life,

Andrew here, who once upon a time

was one of you consented to come

and give us an example
of his knowledge on SLRs.

So, please welcome Andrew Kaleen.

(students applauding)
(mellow music)

(Andrew's throat clears)

- Thank you, Professor.

So today, like he said,
we're gonna be talking,

actually, can I get
everyone up to the front?

Pretty intimate group today.

So, the slow death of art begins.

(Andrew's throat clearing)
(mellow music)

So, today we're gonna
be talking about SLRs.

Does anyone know what SLR stands for,

just off the top of your head?

Okay, it stands for a single
lens reflex (throat clears).

And what that means is that
the photographer sees exactly

what is exposed to the film at the moment

he actually presses down on the shutter.

That's the basic, basic definition of it.

After that you can
adjust it manually based

on the single lens reflex that's provided

by the camera itself, so.

Now, onto the lens, I mean,

how would you take a
picture without the lens?

More specifically (throat clears),

the lens acts as a bent glass.

So, whatever you're taking a picture of

actually converges at the same time

that the light passes through,

thus far I'm giving you your image.

And on the focus of the camera...

I have one.

Yeah, what's up?

- [Man] How does the camera
actually capture the image?

- Okay, yeah.

Fair question.

Definitely.

Does anyone actually know
the answer to that one?

- When light passes through
the shutter, it flips.

- So there's mirrors within the camera.

You got a top mirror and a bottom mirror.

Basically they work together

but they both do different things.

Get rid of the top mirror for a second.

Let me give you an example.

Let's say you were taking a
picture without the top mirror.

So, you got your aunt,
your uncle, your grandpa,

your lover, whatever
you have in the frame.

When you snap the picture,

if it just passes through the lens

and doesn't hit the top mirror,

you're shown a distorted image,
essentially the wrong image,

a false perception of reality.

(pensive music)

- Andrew?

Hey.

How are you?

- I'm good.

- Good, Jill.

Jill, from work.

- Oh, right.

I'm sorry.

I didn't recognize you because of your...

- Yeah, I have my hair down.

It's a little flare I'm trying to add.

- It looks nice.

- Thanks.

Interesting, right?

How one feature can
make one totally forget

what another one looks like.

Have you given into the
digital title wave at all

or are you still clinging on to film?

- No, I prefer film but at
work they prefer digital, so.

- Yeah, yeah.

Well, it was nice seeing you.

- Good seeing you, too.

- I have to go, but if I leave,

you're not gonna forget me again are you?

- No, of course not.

- (chuckles) Great.

Well, have a great day.

- All right, you too.

- Thank you.

(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)
(pensive music)

(brakes squealing)

(pensive music)
(door slams)

(door creaking)
(pensive music)

(lock clicks)

(fridge door unlatches)
(bottles clinking)

(Andrew slurping)
(pensive music)

(package rustling)
(pensive music)

(film thuds)
(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)

(crickets chirping)

(engine rumbling)
(crickets chirping)

(pensive music)
(crickets chirping)

(shutter clicking)
(pensive music)

(siren wailing)

(water splashing)
(engine rumbling)

(pensive music)

- What's up, man?

Hey, what's been up with you lately?

Like, you take a couple pictures
and now you're a hermit.

- Oh, I don't wanna talk about it.

- Well, maybe you could talk
about it at the bar tonight.

It's gonna be fun, man.

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- [Ryan] Please?

- No.

- [Ryan] John's gonna be there.

Pat's gonna be there.

- No.

- Hey Kaleen, come here.

I need to talk to you for a minute.

- [Ryan] So, what about the bar?

- I don't know, I'll text you.

- You took those pictures of that girl.

Did Robin have you do it?

Listen, Andrew, I like you a lot.

You take great pictures.

I've been doin' this for years

and this is not a major
metropolitan daily.

Small town, small stories.

But this, this is a big story.

And I saw those pictures that you took

and they made me sick.

Honestly, if Robin had it his way

this would be his paper, but
he's on thin ice as it is

and I don't need a good kid like you

goin' out and doin' that for him.

When I picked you up, you
were like what, 20, 21?

You were fresh and sincere

and the people in this town
need that in their lives.

So, do it for them and do it for me, okay?

(door creaking)

(phone ringing)

(door latches)

(phone ringing)
(officers chattering)

- No she wasn't?
- No, no, she wasn't raped

and that's what's weird about this.

And that's just it.

If it was, it was somethin' like that,

this would make sense but it doesn't.

It's like we missed somethin'.

- That's it?

- [Beli] That's it.

- That's what we got?

He's tryin' to send us a message.

We got nothin'?

- [Beli] I think we need to
revisit the crime scenes.

- We're not gonna revisit the crime,

we're not gonna find anything
new by doin' that, come on.

You know what?

Why don't you take a break?

- Yeah.
- We're both overloaded.

You just...
- Yeah, okay.

Wanna go grab lunch?

- No, no thanks.

My wife packed me some.

- Let me know if you find somethin'?

- Yeah, I will.

I'm gonna stay here.

I need to look into it.
- Okay.

(door creaking)
(officers chattering)

- Hi.

How can I help you?

- I'm looking for Detective Beli.

- [Receptionist] And your name?

- Andrew.

- [Receptionist] One moment.

I'll call him.

He'll be back.

(buttons beeping)

(line trilling)

(patrons chattering)
(cutlery clinking)

- So, I was wondering if there's
anything you can tell me?

- About?

- The girls.

- You know I can't talk about this stuff.

It's confidential.

- Oh, is there-
- Oh.

Thanks, Tracy.

(patrons chattering)

Sure you don't want anything?

- I'm fine.

(patrons chattering)

- Maybe I got a call last
night, maybe I didn't.

Fuck you.

- I mean like,

is there anything you
can tell me considering

I was like, like a part of it?

(pensive music)

You might be able to
help me with somethin'.

- Okay.

- Well, you're a photographer.

Familiar with cameras, right?

- Mm hm.

- Okay, well, we found a frame counter.

(Andrew's throat clears)

- A frame counter from like
a really old 35 millimeter?

- Sure.

Any reason someone would
leave that lyin' around?

- No.

Uh uh, no.

You'd have to take it out.

I mean, you'd have to
actually physically take

it out of the camera.

- So, it'd be on purpose?

- Yes, it'd be intentional.

- Is there are any reason somebody

would mark everything
except the number five?

- Mark everything except the number five?

- Yeah, on the frame counter.

- Not sure, no.

(pensive music)

(phone ringing)

- Hold that thought.

(phone beeps)
(pensive music)

Do you want me to come down
there and hold your hand?

No, I already told you who
we should be lookin' for.

You know, no.

I'll be there in 10.

Yeah.

All right.

- Have to go?

Okay.

- So, this has been fun.

I appreciate the information.

You askin' all these questions,

it's kind of annoying but
also a little suspicious.

- Suspicious, okay.

(pensive music)

- Let me be the detective
and let me solve this.

- Okay.

- Enjoy the fries.

(pensive music)
(engine rumbling)

(man thuds)

- [Andrew] What the fuck?

(pensive music)

(lighter flicks)
(pensive music)

(paper rustling)
(pensive music)

(thunder rumbling)
(pensive music)

- Hello?

- [Andrew] I was the
one who called earlier.

- So, you're here for the Burndry pieces?

Okay.

Let me look real quick.

(eerie music)

Looks like we have it in the back corner.

That'll be right this way.

(eerie music)

So, what was this for again?

- [Andrew] I'm a
photographer from the paper.

(eerie music)

- [Gallery Owner] These are the paintings

you're looking for.

- [Andrew] So, how long
have these been up?

- [Gallery Owner] They've
been up for three weeks now.

So, I need to finish closing now.

If there's anything else you
need from me, let me know.

- Thank you.
- I'll be back.

(pensive music)

(eerie music)
(leaves rustling)

(pensive music)

(shutter clicking)
(pensive music)

(lighter flicks)
(pensive music)

(patrons chattering)

- So, ask me about my day.

- Yeah, yeah.

How was your day?

- Well, some of the
kids were sick at school

which was kind of annoying
but it's, it's what I do.

- Yeah, I don't know how you do it.

- Do what?

Be a pre-school teacher?

- No, just be on all the time.

I mean, I get onto one
thing and I don't know,

I just get really distracted, so.

- I don't know, it's just
kinda my personality.

- Yeah.

Well, what were your parents like?

- Loud (chuckles).

My mom passed away as you know.

- Go ahead, scream, scream!
(woman whimpering)

(woman screaming)

Scream!

(woman screams)

No on can hear!

Nobody can!

- I really think he would love you.

- Would you excuse me for a second?

- [Marissa] Yeah.

- All right, I'll be right back.

(door latches)
(mellow music)

(Andrew's throat clears)

Come on, come on, pick
up, pick up, pick up.

(Andrew exhales)
(mellow music)

Hey Detective, Beli.

It's Andrew.

I found out something about the case

and I just need to talk to
you, it's really urgent.

So, please call me back if you can.

Just call me back.

(mellow music)

Hey, is there a way we
can maybe reschedule

this at another time?

I'm so sorry I'm having
to do this right now.

- What happened?

What's wrong?

- Nothing, I'm fine.

There's just something I have to go do.

Please understand.

Trust me, okay?

You look beautiful.

(rock music)

(gentle music)

(pensive music)

Fuck!
(hands thudding)

(pensive music)

(birds chirping)
(pensive music)

(eerie music)
(wood thuds)

(wire whizzing)
(woman screams)

- No!

(liquid splashing)
(eerie music)

- I'm sorry!

(Andrew screams)
(eerie music)

(machinery whirring)
(pensive music)

- Dude, where the hell have you been?

- I've been busy, I'm sorry.

- Busy with what?

- Dude, just stuff, why?

This about Hollinger?

- Did you talk to Hollinger yet?

- I talked to him, it
was like two weeks ago.

He talked to me about how the photos

were too graphic for the papers.

- Well, they found her.

- What?

- [Ryan] Jill.

- Jill, they found.

I didn't even know that she was gone.

- Of course you didn't.

You never really seemed to notice

her but she always noticed you.

- I'm sorry, is this the
department or what the fuck-

- She's fuckin' dead.

Yeah.

She's been dead for awhile.

Hollinger's been keepin' it like low key,

but yeah, she's fuckin' dead.

- Well, where was that at?

- It's like a orchard.

I think they said an
orchard north from here.

Are you gonna have like some
sort of reaction to this?

Like, you just had a coworker
fuckin' die, so uh...

- I'm sorry, I just
don't know what to say.

- You're kinda freakin' some people out.

- Yeah, like who?

- Me for one, I don't know.

Marissa, maybe.

- What's she have to do with this?

When did you even get time to talk to her?

- She's just concerned, man.

- Okay, fuck this, dude.

I don't have time for it and I'm gonna go.

We'll talk later.

(solemn music)

(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)
(mellow music)

(TV chattering)
(mellow music)

(Andrew knocking)
(pensive music)

(fist thuds)
(Mitchell groans)

(dramatic music)

- Where's your fuckin' tape?

- Huh?

- I said where's your fuckin' tape?

- [Mitchell] What the fuck you want-

- Where's your fuckin' tape

so I can bound your hands together?

- Top shelf by the microwave.

(pensive music)
(Mitchell groaning)

- Get the fuck up.

(Mitchell groaning)
(pensive music)

Show me your fuckin'
hands, Mitchell, come on.

(Andrew panting)
(pensive music)

You know why I'm fuckin' here, huh?

- I don't know.

You break into my fuckin' house.

(pensive music)

- Do you know why I'm here, Mitchell?

- [Mitchell] No, I don't
know why you're here.

Bust into my house, fuckin' piece of shit.

- You see these?

See these fuckin' pictures?

What the fuck are they?

- I've never seen anything
like that in my fuckin' life!

- Shut up.

I see two dead girls in
a pool of blood dressed

up like you're fuckin' babies.

You fuckin' did this!

- I didn't do that, man!

What the fuck?

(glass shatters)

God!

Fuck!

(pensive music)

- I need you to use your
fuckin' brain, okay?

- You think I did that?

You got some sort of a fuckin'
copycat or somethin', man.

- [Andrew] Mitchell, if you
didn't do it then who did?

- I don't know, man, I don't know.

- Fuck, Mitchell.

(fist thuds)
(Mitchell groans)

(pensive music)

- Fuck!

- Fucking think!

- Okay.

I, there was this asshole
who was followin' me around.

Just an arrogant little
prick, thinks he's better

than me or somethin' like that.

He was showin' me these
rip offs he did of my work.

That's all I can think of.

- Who the fuck was it?

- I don't know what the fuck his name was!

Just a young guy about your age, man.

- Okay, okay, shut up, shut up.

Okay, this is what I'm gonna do Mitchell.

Listen, look at me.

All right, this is what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna take your picture,

and if I found out your lyin' to me,

I'm gonna come back and I'm
gonna take your picture again

and I swear to God it's not
gonna look as good as those,

and Mitchell, don't even try
to fuckin' call the cops,

do you understand me?

Do you understand?

(pensive music)

(Andrew sighs)
(pensive music)

Smile for the fuckin' camera.

- [Mitchell] Fuck you.

- All right, great.

(dramatic music)

(door latches)

(crickets chirping)

(lock screen clicks)

(keyboard keys clacking)
(pensive music)

Ryan (throat clears), Ryan, who was she?

- [Ryan] I don't know, I turned those off.

Who?

- No, the girl with the bar, man.

Who was she?

- [Ryan] Yeah, I don't know.

I think we went to
school with her and stuff

and she went to other
classes, I don't know.

- No, I mean-
- What?

- I mean like, who was she with?

Where was she going?

- [Ryan] Whoa, man, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just calm yourself down for a second.

Just don't worry yourself over this.

This was a long time ago, okay?

Look, where are you at right now?

Andrew?

Andrew?

(pensive music)

(keypad beeps)
(door buzzing)

(pensive music)
(machinery whirring)

- What are you doin' here so late?

- I'm just checking on, I'm
checking on something for Robin.

The archive room.

I have to like, uh...

It will just take me a second.

It'll just be a second, really.

- Okay, okay.

The archive room is down the hall

next to the yellow room.

- The yellow room, okay.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

- All right.

(machinery whirring)
(pensive music)

(papers rustling)
(pensive music)

- I had this friend.

He was 17.

I knew him from high school.

We were pretty good friends,

enough that he let me
into places others didn't.

There weren't a lotta times we hung out,

but he always made me feel important,

which to this day I still never knew why.

Eventually, his girlfriend stopped caring.

His parents stopped caring, too.

It was like, all of a sudden
the love fell from his life.

He buried himself in school

and he was so far away from it all.

It was dreadful.

It created this overwhelming
sadness around me.

I couldn't imagine one
person's life changing so fast.

And then he left me a note.

Out of nowhere he left me a note.

I'm out in the woods.

We had this spot.

So, I jumped in my car.

Nothin' felt right.

It's almost as if I knew what
he meant and where he was.

I knew exactly how he felt.

Months of anguish and sorrow.

I finally knew how he felt.

I pulled up to a narrow
opening in the woods.

I saw him, so I got out of my car.

In the moment, I had a chance
to say one thing to him,

anything, and there he was.

Then he was gone.

(shot firing)
(pensive music)

(liquid sloshing)
(pensive music)

(gentle music)
(keys jingling)

(bicycle wheels ticking)
(gentle music)

(birds chirping)
(gentle music)

(door creaking)
(gentle music)

Mrs. Donelly?

I had a few questions about
your daughter, Shelby.

Can I come in?

- [Mrs. Donelly] Who are you?

- My name is-
- What, what is this for?

- My name is Andrew Kaleen.

I work for the "Southern Oregon Journal."

It'll only take a minute.

(gentle music)

You have a very lovely home.

Mrs. Donelly, I've been looking into

the recent killings in the area

and I have reason to believe

that your daughter might be related.

Do know who Mitchell Burndry is?

(gentle music)

He's a local artist.

I wouldn't have made the
connection but then I saw this.

- Wait a minute.

I thought you said you
were with the paper?

- No, no, I am, I am.

I'll show you my, my card.

(gentle music)

All right.

Here's the thing, though.

I'm really close, all right?

Anything I find, the information,

it's not going to the front page.

It's going straight to the police.

(Mrs. Donelly sighs)

So, I don't want you-
(door unlatching)

(pensive music)

- Who are you?

- I'm Andrew Kaleen.

I'm from the "Southern Oregon Journal."

- Are you okay, hon?

- I was just asking your wife

some questions about your daughter.

- Are you a detective?

- No, no, I'm not a detective.

I work for the "Southern Oregon Journal."

- I think you better leave.

- All right.

Thank you for your time, Ma'am.

(gentle music)

(lighter flicking)
(gentle music)

- Julian Lotun.

Shelby dated him a couple of times

and I told the police about him

and they didn't do a thing.

Had this strange air about him.

Since Shelby died, I haven't
heard his name again.

(gentle music)

- So, the serial killer
is mimicking artwork.

This is "The Third Scar"
by Mitchell Burndry.

Notice how it's very similar

to the cuts on the victim up here.

We've got gold lines comin' off kinda

like the blood flow in that pattern.

You with me so far?

- You're really, you're
really pushin' it, Beli.

- Okay, well hear me out.

It gets better.

So, here we have "The Black Wig,"

also by Mitchell Burndry.

Now, granted he takes a few more liberties

turning the victim into a tree,

but you can definitely see
this isn't a coincidence.

- So, what are you tellin' me?

You're takin' advanced
art classes at night?

This is what you got to give me here?

- No, no, not quite.

I know what you're gonna say.

- [Ray] No you don't.

- But our friend from the "Journal,"

he kinda led me to this.

- That guy bugs you.

What the fuck does he
have to do with this, huh?

- I'm not sure yet but
I don't think we need

to be turnin' this into
a fuckin' witch hunt.

Okay?

- I could safely assume you checked out

this Burndry character, right?

- [Beli] I did.

- What?

- And his alibi does check out.

He was up in Canada.

He's been up there the last two

and a half weeks in an art exhibit.

I verified he was there.

Flights, all that does check out.

- You didn't just take his word for it,

right?
- No.

- You checked it out?

- No.

He got back into town just
in the last couple days.

He had no fucking clue
about these murders.

- All right, listen up.

Second murder scene, right?

We already talked about
art and the murders, right?

You're just...

But we find that frame
counter and what do we find?

Two shot, four are left, right?

Is this guy tryin' to tell us

he's gonna try to do this four more times?

And if that's the case and if you're right

about this art connection,

where do we find those four painters?

What's that?

- Maybe we need to do some digging.

Art exhibit downtown, Mitchell Burndry.

(pensive music)

- Okay.

Let's do it.

(pensive music)

(mysterious music)

- [Julian] Can I help you?

- Are you Julian Lotun?

- [Julian] Andrew?

- Yeah.

- [Julian] Why don't you
come on in and take a seat.

(piano music)

The last time I saw
you was, what was that?

Like, two, three years ago?

- Yeah, something like that.

(water splashing)
(piano music)

- [Julian] You want something to drink?

- No, I'm not thirsty.

(piano music)

(tea splashing)
(piano music)

- So,

what's this about?

- Do you remember, Shelby Donelly?

- Shelby Donelly?

No, no, that doesn't sound familiar.

You know what?

Actually, yeah, yeah, I do.

I do.

- Well, you dated her, right?

- Sure, yeah.

She was murdered, right?

That was the whole thing?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry, it's just her
and I were lovers of sorts.

So, it just is kind of
a tough emotional burden

for me to bear, you understand?

I tend to try to forget it.

You mind if I ask you a question, Andrew?

- Yeah, go ahead.

(eerie music)

- What do you do, like, for a living?

- I'm a photographer.

I take picture for the "Journal."

- And does that thrill you?

- I'd rather be taking
pictures of something else,

but I mean, it's not bad.

I mean, it's not exciting if
that's what you're asking.

- And why are you asking
about Shelby, Detective?

(eerie music)

Well, serial killers, it's
exciting stuff, I gotta say.

- Sick fuck.

- And is he, though?

I mean, I feel like maybe he's

got somethin' pretty
beautiful in the works.

If you think about it.

Let me explain it to you.

See, you have an artist
and a serial killer.

What's the difference?

I mean, one might attract
more attention than the other,

but hey, you remember
Conceptual Art Design

and their Modern Methods, right?

And as Professor Penn so mildly
put it it's all subjective,

and see, subjectivity sure is strange.

One could even debate the
subjectivity of subjectiveness,

thus furthering my point and see,

how can you say that something's wrong

if it thinks it's always right?

- And killing people's an
art or some sort of talent?

- And your lackluster approach
as a detective is a talent?

Let's not forget that all
these victims, they had flaws.

Maybe they, maybe they wanted to change,

but they didn't and
that's the whole point.

And maybe they were more
monstrous than the monster.

Did you ever think about that?

- You are the judger of morals?

(gentle music)

- No.

No, just an opinion, Andrew.

(gentle music)

You don't look too good.

I mean, you look like you
haven't slept in weeks.

You're just knockin' on stranger's doors,

askin' all these questions and I mean,

you've seen that people are
scared of this guy, right?

You should be careful.

- Are those yours?

(glass clinking)

You take photos?

- One could say that.

- You know, I'm gonna
find out who's doing this.

- I hope you do.

(eerie music)

- Tell me everything you
know about Shelby Donelly.

- You know, I've got a red
light room in the back.

(eerie music)

- On second thought
maybe I should just go.

(eerie music)

Thank you for the tea.

(eerie music)

(gentle music)
(birds chirping)

(keypad beeping)
(gentle music)

- Yeah, Beli.

Hey, remember that address
I was checkin' up on?

Last Lotun?

Lincoln, ocean, Tom, union, Nora.

Yeah.

Yeah, can you get that for me again?

(gentle music)
(birds chirping)

All right.

Can you show me in route to that location?

No.

No, I don't need backup.

I'll be fine.

All right.

Thanks.

Damn it.

(gentle music)
(keys jingling)

(engine rumbling)
(pensive music)

Beli.

What?

What the fuck you mean he's there?

Yeah.

All right.

I'll be there in a minute.

(crickets chirping)

You a fan of Burndry?

(police scanner chattering)

- His colors of red and all
that's just quite delicate.

I have to say, he's fantastic.

Are you a fan of art?

- I am but none of this new age shit.

In fact, Burndry, his art,
to me it's a little messy.

Why are you here?

- [Julian] Well, it seems that people

are really enjoying my art.

- And What art are you referring to?

- Well, my art that is, I mean,

that sounds a little pretentious,

but you know, all of us are.

How do you feel about forgers?

- [Beli] I think they're full of shit.

- Hm.

See, I disagree.

You see, forgers are what
make the world go 'round.

It's all just recycling
these days anyways.

Sometimes you have to learn
from the greats to be a great.

- [Beli] What the fuck
are you talking about?

- [Julian] Well, I'm sure that you saw my,

my paintings in my house.

Those copies of Burndry's artwork.

Yeah, you see, soon I'll have my own,

my own of complete originality.

Masterpiece, if you will.

You should really check it out.

I mean, it's fantastic.

Once it's all finished.

I mean, if you guys are
into that kinda thing.

- You wouldn't happen to
own any cameras, would you?

- Yes.

You know, but really
I should be going, so.

- Well, before you do,

you wouldn't mind if we got

some fingerprints while you're here?

- No.

I'll give you all five.

(table creaking)
(pensive music)

(yelling indistinctly)

- Daniels, relax.

Hey, relax.

- I got you?

- Have a good day, Detectives.
- I got you fuckin' piss head!

- Yeah, I'm sure you do.

- Get a search warrant.

Get a fuckin' search warrant!

- Already done.

It's already done.

(crickets chirping)
(pensive music)

Andrew, it's Beli.

(Beli sighs)

You were right about Julian.

I really need you to call me back.

Call me when you get this, all right?

Hey Horton, how many is that?

- We got five.

(pensive music)
(crickets chirping)

(man thuds)
(blood splattering)

(pensive music)

(tires screeching)
(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)
(pensive music)

(crickets chirping)
(pensive music)

(foot thudding)
(pensive music)

(iron thuds)
(pensive music)

(foot thudding)
(pensive music)

(solemn music)
(crickets chirping)

(engine rumbling)
(pensive music)

(door creaking)
(pensive music)

(Andrew inhales)

(door creaking)
(pensive music)

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)
(dramatic music)

(door unlatching)
(gun cocks)

(shot firing)
(solemn music)

- No!

Oh, God, no (sobs)!

(eerie music)

- See, you and I, we're the same.

We wanted to put new money
into art, into the world.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- You remember

back in college?
- No.

- You remember Mitchell Burndry, right?

You see, we wanted to
put new meaning into it,

make it new again.

We created it.

That night, we did what we both desired.

We watched beautiful killing transpire.

(eerie music)

We struck a stroke of genius

as we gutted her in the street.

You remember that?

(solemn music)

- I wanted redemption.

I wanted to change them.

- The ones who you neglected?

- They were so sad.

- [Julian] They were so sad.

- I wanted to kill 'em.

(solemn music)

- [Julian] Will you remember this?

(solemn music)

You remember this?

(solemn music)

We took what was pitiful
and made it beautiful.

We both know you wanted to create again.

(solemn music)

(gun cocking)

I miss saving the world, Andrew.

(solemn music)
(gun cocking)

- I choose to forget.

(shots firing)

(pensive music)

(door latches)

(solemn music)

(door unlatches)

(solemn music)

(shutter clicking)
(solemn music)

(door latches)

(gentle music)

(birds chirping)
(gentle music)

(Andrew sniffing)
(gentle music)

(glasses clinking)
(gentle music)

(Andrew exhales)

(engine rumbling)
(mellow music)

(birds chirping)
(gentle music)

(lighter flicks)

(frogs croaking)
(solemn music)

- [Julian] I don't want you to kill him.

- You said you were fuckin'

gonna do that!
- I'm not gonna...

- You know beasts kill each other.

- [Julian] In his fuckin' throat.

- You want me to slit

his fuckin' throat?
- Yeah.

Take the fucking knife.

- You take the fucking-
- Take the knife!

(Andrew yells)

- Evolution, survival.

Calm yourself down.
- Stop!

- All right, shut up!

- Come on!

- All right,

move your fuckin' hand.
- Slit his throat and do it!

- I don't wanna fuckin' cut you.

- Please!
- Quick!

(solemn music)

- We the human race,
we can appreciate art.

(Andrew gasps)

Yes!

This is what I'm talking about!

- Okay, okay.

- This is what

I'm talking about you-
- Okay.

- We can appreciate art, you understand?

So, in this world, this dimension?

(solemn music)

Killing is all right.

And you'll feel good about it,

trust me!
- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, fuck.

- Yeah, build yourself up, man.

- I got it!

I fuckin' murdered you, you fucker!

(crickets chirping)
(solemn music)

- Damn anyone who tells us otherwise.

(crickets chirping)
(pensive music)

(Andrew coughs)

(pensive music)
(birds chirping)

(mellow music)