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Uh, January 17th, 2017.

Two-thirteen p.m.

With Laura Mills, 13 years old,

Reseda, California,

accused of first-degree murder of her father,

Detective David Mills.

Can you tell me what happened to your father, Laura?

- It was him. He... he... - he made me do it.

Who... who made you do it, Laura?

- I watched it. - The video.

What video?

- He made me do it. - He made me do it.

I didn't do this.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay. It's okay.

Tell me who did it. Who is he?

Boo.

My name is Baby... Blue.

No!

See you on the other side...

Do it... do it... do it...

No!

Help! Somebody! Help!

I think I got Bigfoot hair on my sandwich.

- Whatever, man. - Are you rolling?

Of course, she's fucking rolling, you idiot.

She's always rolling.

Why are you so on edge today?

He doesn't want to wear the costume.

When did we start making bad prank videos?

No. That's the point of this one.

It's supposed to be shitty. It's a crushing indictment

of the ridiculousness of Los Angeles culture.

Uh, yeah, I think you're pushing it there, man.

- It's a metaphor. - For what?

Think about it. Bigfoot, right?

Now, think about the sheen of our Instagrams.

And how underneath that sheen, we're all just fucking apes.

I knew it. You're a fucking Jordan Peterson fan.

This is legal, right, Alice?

Dressing Beans up like an ape

and making him attack hipsters in the name of libertarianism

- is absolutely not legal. - Don't tell him that.

No, it's not.

It's borderline abuse is what it is.

And my name is not fucking "Beans."

I'm not ten years old anymore.

We're always gonna call you Beans, Beans.

My name is August, you cunt muffin.

I really don't want to do this, dude.

I just want to play Spider-Man.

I know you do.

If you want to change the world,

this is what we have to do.

You're taking one for the team here, okay?

Please. Come on, mask up.

Just because our moms fucked the same dude,

it doesn't make us a family.

Um, actually it does.

I'm so grouchy today.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

Should we go?

Bill! Turn the fucking AC on.

Why is this playing again?

Oh yeah, it's... it's just...

Yeah, yeah, no, turn it off.

Turn it off and sit down.

So, Mo, what do you think?

What do I think?

You don't like it.

I didn't say that. I did not say that.

It's just... I don't get it.

Uh, what's there to get?

Like, it's Bigfoot at Runyon.

Who doesn't want to see Beans attack hipsters?

Don't call me Beans.

Is it cutting-edge? Huh?

Is this what the kids want?

Um, aren't you supposed to tell us that?

We pitched this to you. It was kind of your idea, man.

What you need right now is a fucking hit. Okay?

And the only surefire way to do it in this market

true crime.

True fucking crime.

What you need to do is go out and find a real-life story.

Something fucked up.

Something gross, sexual, dirty, wrong.

I don't know, but you need to go deep.

Go deeper than anyone else has ever gone before.

- Go balls deep. - Balls deep.

All the way in there.

Balls deep?

Man, I wish you'd mentioned this a week ago.

Beans! Mo, I'm glad we're having this discussion.

Actually, this really helps us.

See, we've... we've always wanted to be real filmmakers.

We only made this dumb shit because we...

We thought it's what you wanted.

Well then, I, for one, am glad

- we had this conversation. - Us too.

We'll get started right away.

Great. Only thing is,

you're gonna have to do without me on this one.

- You're breaking up with us? - What?!

- Yes, Sugar Tits. - I'm breaking up with you.

But look at it this way, okay?

At least we're walking away as friends.

Yeah, no. Do not call her Sugar...

Shut the fuck up!

Nobody steps up to Morris Rhinestone!

Now get out! Before I call the fucking security!

Now get out!

August! August!

- August, knock it off! - Fuck!

- Knock it off! - Fuck!

We're fucking losers.

Yeah? You know what, that may be,

but that fucking suit cost me 150, okay?

You best believe we're returning it.

Really hitting Bezos where it hurts.

- You know what? I... - I don't need your sarcasm

right now, Alice. Okay? That's why I'm the producer,

so I can pinch the fucking pennies.

Sacrifices I make for you guys. This is what I get.

Just a bunch of fucking babies.

You weren't the one who almost got beaten to death

by a fucking walking erection!

A walking erection?

That was kinda funny.

- Whatever. Fuck you guys. - What the fuck are we gonna do?

- Wait, wait, wait! - Oh, my God.

- Film me. Film me. Film me. - Film me. Film me. Film me.

- I just got the best idea. - Tell us.

Okay.

The Redmont.

What the fuck is the Redmont?

This better be good, Alice.

It's fucking great. Roll the fucking cameras.

Here. Film me.

Yo. What up, Alice? You almost broke the door.

Okay, guys. Guys, focus.

So, about six months ago at the Redmont,

this dude Kelvin something, he was going crazy,

and he walked right off the roof.

What roof?

I... I can't believe you guys don't remember this.

It was literally all over the news.

I didn't hear about it.

- I didn't see that. - Yeah, fuck the news.

Okay, look, I'll show you.

Alice, I... I just don't really get it.

Guy kills himself. End of story.

- It's not that interesting. - No, but that's the thing.

What if he didn't? Watch.

- Yo, yo, I remember this. - I saw this shit on World star.

This dude was like talking to spirits and shit.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Yeah, it's insane.

Oh, shit.

You're sure this is real?

Yeah. One hundred percent.

That's pretty fucking scary.

So, this is all CCTV footage

from the security cameras at the Redmont.

Neighbors said they heard screams

in the elevator that night.

But there was no invasion or intruder or anything.

He is buggin'.

Some people think he's schizophrenic.

Others think that he's on drugs and other people think

that there's something supernatural going on.

- I'd say all of the above. - Okay. Now

this is where shit gets really, really fucked.

Oh, my God.

Whoa. Whoa. Oh God!

Holy shit.

Whoa, what the fuck? What was that?

- What the fuck? - Whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

Can you back that up really quick?

Yeah.

He said something.

Oh, I know what he said.

"Pee-poo... on my car ride."

No. He said, "See you on the other side."

Yeah.

- Fuck. - Ohhhh.

That actually makes more sense though.

That's fucking creepy.

What the fuck.

I mean, this is it, guys.

It's true crime, like Mo said,

but there's supernatural elements too.

It's perfect for us.

Whoa, whoa. What are...?

Are you... are you saying that we're back?

I think we need to find out what happened to Kelvin Jones.

- You ready? - Action.

So, we took a deep dive on Reddit.

We turned up some subreddits and some sub-subreddits,

and we found an address for Kelvin Jones' girlfriend Joy

who now resides in West Hollywood.

Okay, so apparently Kelvin Jones moved to LA

about a year ago in hopes of becoming a talent agent.

Who dreams of becoming a talent agent?

Joy was the last person to ever see Kelvin Jones alive.

Wait, there she is, you guys.

Should we do this?

Just let me talk to her and you just...

- Okay. - hold this. And just film.

Joy. Joy?

My name's Alice, and that's my brother, JJ.

What do you want?

We're investigating the death of Kelvin Jones

and we just want to ask you a few questions.

You guys think this is like cool, right?

Something to vlog about. Something to throw on TikTok.

- No, that's... - Be a fucking sway boy.

Like, that's what this is, right?

- Sway boy? - No, this is...

But just ask yourselves, do you want to die?

And if the answer is no, then go the fuck home.

Forget everything that you think you know,

and put as much distance between you

and,

and whatever happened to Kelvin as possible.

That's all that I have to say.

Just, if you want to live, then drop it.

Wait. Joy, Joy, some people think you were involved.

- Hey. No, no... - Fuck.

Do you think that this is a joke?

Do you think that this is fucking funny?

Hey, when he comes for you,

it's not gonna be so fucking funny anymore.

Joy, who is he?

Baby Blue.

Wait, Joy. Who...?

- Wait, hey. - Who the fuck is Baby Blue?

Shut the fuck up.

Whoa. He's kind of hot.

Holy shit.

What is it?

"Bradley Blue, also known as Baby Blue,

"has the ominous distinction of being

"one of America's youngest recorded serial killers,

"and is believed to be responsible

for the deaths of at least 32 men and women."

Holy shit.

Um, there's more.

"Seventeen-year-old Blue filmed his own suicide

"in the attic of his mother's house in Altadena,

"finally bringing an end to his reign of terror.

"Blue's cell phone went missing immediately after the incident,

"and has been the cause of numerous urban legends,

mostly involving a demonic curse."

That's fucked up.

Okay, well, I think that we need to pay a visit

- to the Redmont, right? - Yeah. Yeah.

And maybe find our way into Kelvin's apartment.

We could learn a lot.

Yeah. Let's go.

Wait, but I don't get it.

If Blue already killed himself,

then what's Joy so scared about?

Maybe she's as insane as her boyfriend was.

Hey, you guys. Um

we gotta remember, somebody really died here.

This isn't just one of our pranks so

let's show some respect.

If we're gonna do this from now on,

we're gonna do it right. We're gonna do it for Kelvin.

- For Kelvin. - Yeah.

Yeah.

- For Kelvin. - For... and for views.

- You on me? - Yeah.

Okay. Okay, so this is the Redmont.

This is where Kelvin Jones committed suicide

just six months ago.

We're gonna find our way inside,

hopefully get into his apartment,

be able to retrace his steps,

and learn what a killer named Baby Blue

and Kelvin Jones were doing here.

Oh, my God. Hutch, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Oh, I read that you could still see

the blood splatter from where he landed.

Oh, for fuck's... Are you serious?

- Guys. - Let's take a look.

Guys, what did we talk about?

- It smells so bad. - Respect?

- Being respectful? - What?

We talked about this?

- Yes. - Then why the fuck

- are we doing this documentary? - Alice, come here.

Come here. Alice.

Come get a shot of this.

Look.

What are you doing?

Checking out our new apartment.

And action.

This place was built in the late 1800s.

Lots of documented deaths here.

Oh, shit. This is sick.

This is the elevator.

Now, Alice, get a shot of these buttons.

I'm feeling a vibe. Anyone else feeling a vibe?

Yeah.

This is creepy.

Fuck.

Boo.

What's with all the cameras?

We're, uh, we're filming for our parents, you know?

Uh, they want to see what the apartment looks like.

You here for Room 200?

Yeah.

Right this way.

All right.

Follow me, boys and girls.

I gotta warn you.

Landlord's a miserable old bastard.

Since it hasn't been rented in six months,

he shut off the power.

Yo, Beans, didn't you forget something in the van?

What?

You forgot something in the van.

- Oh, yeah, I did. - I forgot my phone.

Come with.

Watch out for the rats.

They're as big as cats.

All right.

Here we are. Shangri-freakin'-la.

Feel free to look around.

I'll just be over here, scratching my sack.

Well, Bud, you sure got a real fixer-upper here.

Hey, Hutch, keep him occupied.

I have to do it?

Excuse me, sir.

I have a few questions about your building policy on smoking.

- Okay. So, um... - this is the apartment

where Kelvin Jones left his room and ran toward the elevator.

And, you know, and when...

And he kept looking over his shoulder to see,

um, if this thing was following him.

So, we've covered smoking and vaping,

but where do you stand on edibles?

Listen, kid, you rent this place,

you can do whatever the hell you want.

Whoa. This place is all kinds of fucked up.

Yeah, this is exactly where Kelvin was standing

the night it all went down.

Okay, I downloaded this clip from Reddit.

Okay. Uh, yeah.

He stepped on the elevator like I just did.

He pressed the top floor button.

Like I just did. He rode all the way up.

Um

what the fuck?

Hello?

Where're those friends of yours?

They better not be hooking up.

Eww. They're brother and sister, dude.

That's gross.

JJ.

One second.

JJ, come here.

Holy shit.

Why would a regular guy like Kelvin

be obsessed with a serial killer?

Okay.

So, this is definitely Kelvin and Joy's room.

Did Kelvin actually take his own life that night,

or did whatever happened here push him off that roof?

Holy shit. What the fuck, dude.

What is he doing, man? Whoa.

Holy shit!

Holy fuck!

I'm not sure what it would take

to throw yourself off of here.

Oh, fuck.

These are Kelvin's last words...

"See you on the other side."

Wait. Let's look in here.

Whoa. Look at that.

There's something here.

Whoa. Oh, my God.

Dude, why would you do this?

"See you on the other side."

Hello?

Oh, my God. Are you getting this?

What is it? Is that a phone?

See you on the other side.

Do it. Do it. Do it!

Come on! Let me the fuck in.

Let me the fucking in.

Leave me the fuck alone!

Hey, sickos!

Hey, where are you at?

Is that a tooth?

Oh, my God. Fuck!

- Fuck! He's coming. - Hey.

Hey, where you sickos at?

Fuck. Fuck.

You ghouls think it's funny?

To laugh at the dead?

Hi. Um, is there... Is there a problem?

You gonna take the place?

- I don't think it's for us. - Sorry.

Thank you, though. It was really... it's really...

Oh, my God.

You better not have pooped in here.

Fucking hipsters.

I don't know what was creepier,

the building or the building manager.

Oh, let's fucking go, guys.

Dude smelled like oatmeal.

Fucking get out of here.

Lock the doors.

- Oh, shit. - Where's Beans?

Oh, fuck.

Let me the fuck in! Let me in!

- Let me in! - Go around!

- What? - Go around.

Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Jesus.

Fucking drive!

- Oh, my God. - What happened to you?

- I shat my pants. - You shat your pants?

- Yeah. - You're sitting on

my fucking seat, and you shat your pants?

- It's fucking everywhere. - Oh, my fucking God.

- It feels like pudding. - You fucking kidding me, dude?

- I'm sorry. - I don't know what to do!

- Get out of the car! - I'm sorry.

All I see is jailbait

- tripping over his laces. - Shut the fuck up.

Why didn't you tie your shoes?

No, I'm not... I'm not... what the fuck, guys?

I'm being serious.

No, stop!

I'm gonna play it back again

and you guys are gonna fucking believe me.

I don't want to watch this again.

You're gonna fucking watch it again.

Guys, you won't believe it.

I actually had one of the old chargers in the van.

You got an iPhone 4? That shit belongs in a museum.

- Are you okay, Beans? - No!

I really wish one of you would believe me.

Okay. We just need to get past Kelvin's security.

Yeah. Good luck.

Is... is that blood?

Kelvin's security game is chalked.

Dude, what is that?

Looks like the inside of someone's mouth.

Kevin's dental game was tight.

"Play Me."

Do it.

Okay, um...

I'm...

I'm guessing that...

I'm guessing that

if you found this phone,

then that means that you went down

the same rabbit hole that I did.

And I think that you should shut the fuck up.

And listen,

if you haven't figured it out yet,

this is Baby Blue's phone.

The other video on this phone is...

We have to keep watching.

It's like his suicide tape.

I've... I've tried to delete it.

It just... it just... It just keeps coming back.

Fuck.

I tried to throw the phone away.

But it just keeps... keeps fucking coming back.

Just don't watch it.

Don't watch that video. Don't press "Play".

It's like... it's like there's

there's something wrong with it.

It's... it's like... it's cursed. Gets inside of your head.

And he... I think he's...

I think he's... I think he's gonna try to kill me.

This dude is so intense.

Or he's gonna...

- No fucking shit. - He jumped off a roof.

Quiet.

He's gonna make me kill myself.

Just... just do not... watch that video.

- Wait. - Whoa, whoa.

What the fuck are you doing?

Yeah, dude said it's cursed.

- It can't be cursed. - It's an iPhone video.

Last guy who watched it took a walk off a roof.

So what, our video's over?

- I'm sorry, JJ. - I just... I don't know.

I feel like... I feel really bad about this.

You guys are serious?

Fine, I'll just sign up for unemployment now.

Fuck.

Check this out. I salvaged it.

Salvaged what?

Just this bad boy.

Dude, what are you doing?!

You can't have that! Why do you have that?!

- Why are you yelling? - Dude, look...

Because you fucking have the phone.

- All right. Look. - It's always got to be

- the JJ and Alice show, okay? - It is their show.

Yeah, but I'm not cool with that, little guy.

They're always claiming authenticity, okay?

But I'm the only one that still shoots on an old-school. 35.

- Little guy? - Are you off your fucking meds?

Just get the camera out and start filming, okay?

Oh, my God.

So, the Scooby gang

has decided to abort Operation Baby Blue.

But fear not, faithful viewers,

because Hutch and August are to the rescue.

- This is not a good idea, man. - It's a great idea.

You know what, Beans? You know what?

I think it's time for you to stop being Beans.

You're August, okay? You're August.

Embrace your full destiny, all right?

You're named after a fucking Roman emperor, dude.

Not some gassy legume.

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Yeah. - Yeah!

- Yeah! - Yeaaaahhh!

I'm a fucking Roman emperor.

Yes, you are.

Yeah.

Ready?

Yeah. I'm filming.

See you on the other side.

Um...

Dude.

I didn't think he'd be my last.

Dude, Hutch.

Hutch, you got to speak to me, man. Hutch!

Hutch, talk to me, dude. What are you doing?

Look!

Nobody should ever watch what we just watched.

Okay?

There you have it, you sick fucks.

The infamous Baby Blue video.

Tune in next week to see if me and fucking Beans

are cursed and destined to kill ourselves.

- Dude. - Just cut it there.

- Dude. - Cut it, man.

I gotta go. I want to surf in the morning.

Do you really think that we're cursed?

I don't know.

I guess we're just gonna have to find out.

What the hell is going on?

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck this.

- Boo. - Hah!

No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no.

You are not real.

Oh, fuck you. You're not real.

- God. Just... - you're having a bad trip, man.

Come on. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

Okay. Calm down. Calm down.

You can't outrun a curse. Okay?

I mean, haven't you seen The Ring?

All right, look, I don't mean to be too pushy,

all right, but if you don't mind.

Hey, hey. No, no, no. Look...

I can't take that because I'm a pacifist.

- No, no, no. Same here. - Yeah. Totally get it.

That's why you're holding the knife.

- God. Just... just... - Just stay back.

Stay back. I don't want to hurt you, okay?

I don't want to hurt...

Oh, I don't want to... Oh gosh!

If you didn't want this shit,

you would have listened to Kelvin's advice.

As we know, we don't really practice what we preach, do we?

Yeah. Hey, it's gonna be okay. All right?

It's gonna be fine. I promise.

It's not even gonna hurt. All right?

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Yeah.

I'll see you on the other side.

That was a bad idea, man.

Oh, worst decision you ever made.

Well, uh, oh. Okay.

Um, you can finish this if you want.

Right there. Yep. I'll see ya.

I'll say hi to your sister.

No, it's not a squeezer.

It's a bat.

- Beans. - Mommy, I won't need it.

- I won't need it, Mommy. - Beans.

- Beans. - What?

What?

What the f...? Where'd you get that?

Gonna ask you the same fucking thing.

It was right there outside your door.

You didn't watch that video, did you?

- No. - Okay, well,

someone fished it out of the trash.

Wait, where's Hutch?

Yo, you guys gotta watch this.

Beans, wake up.

God, can't I brush my teeth first at least?

What are you doing with that?

Somebody fished it out of the trash this morning.

Beans?

It wasn't me.

Fuck. I hope Hutch didn't watch it.

What do you know?

Okay, so I couldn't sleep last night,

so I hit the forums. I started digging.

I thought we were dropping this.

We said that we wouldn't watch the video.

I never said I wasn't gonna investigate Baby Blue.

- Idiot. - I'm an idiot?

Check this shit out.

So right now, we're on our way to Glendale

to interview this guy named Manos Sloan.

Manos' husband, David, tracked down Blue's phone

on the internet about a year or so ago and watched the video.

What happened after that was super fucked up.

So, a few days after David watched the tape,

Manos found David hanging from the rafters in their garage.

He was still alive but barely, and Manos saved his life.

Days after that,

David tried to attempt suicide again and again and again.

Kind of shit.

You're so jumpy today, Beans.

You take your Adderall?

Yeah, yeah. Do it again.

Okay, so right now, we're on our way to Glendale

to interview this guy named Manos Sloan.

Manos' husband, David...

Glendale is a festering den of occultists.

It goes way, way back.

Aleister Crowley, L. Ron Hubbard, Jack

what the hell is going on here?

Thank you for coming all the way out here.

When I first put up that video,

we got a lot of cranks and weirdos.

But as you can probably tell,

my husband and I are quite comfortable with weird.

Thank you for having us.

Yeah. Please, sit. Right over.

Um, are you okay with us filming?

Yes, I just want to get the word out.

Forewarned is forearmed after all, right?

Uh, if you don't mind, we're interested in knowing

how David ended up with the phone.

So, I guess originally,

one of the cops who secured the crime scene

sold it to a collector,

and it got passed around from there.

I'm not exactly sure how many times.

David got pretty obsessed with the case.

He got a lead on some serial killer fan site,

got in touch with some guy

who sold him the wretched thing, so.

And when was that?

I'm not sure.

It was a while ago.

Did he tell you that he was doing this?

No. Not until after he watched the video.

Have you seen it?

No. After what happened to David, I...

I just wanted it gone.

I'm not proud of this part.

I tried throwing it away,

but it kept coming back.

I thought if the video was cursed,

then maybe I could pass the curse on,

and it would leave David alone.

You know, sort of like in The Ring.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Um... Yeah, you're...

You're not talking about the horror movie, right?

You're not talking about the Naomi Watts film, right?

- Beans. - Beans, why are you crying?

- Calm down. - Are you okay, August?

I'm fine.

It's fine.

So, who did you give the phone to?

- This kid... - uh, he saw the video I posted

inquiring about the phone. He wanted to buy it.

What was his name?

Uh, Kelvin. Kelvin something...

- Kelvin Jones? - Yes. You know him?

Sort of. Kelvin's dead.

Oh, my God.

Oh my God.

I didn't know what to do.

I... I... I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know what else to do.

It's okay. It's not your fault.

Where's David now?

Please excuse the light.

David has a problem with his vision.

Don't judge me for what you're about to see.

Holy shit.

What is this?

We have to do that.

Without it, he tries to chew on his tongue

and drown in his own blood.

He gouged out his own eyes

because he said he didn't want to see Blue anymore.

This is the only way I can keep him alive.

I have to feed him through a tube.

- Who's there? - Who's there?!

- It's okay. It's okay. - They're here to help.

They're here to help us.

It's okay, baby. It's me. It's me.

David, this is JJ, Alice, and August.

They're making a...

It... it's a vlog about Baby Blue.

You think they'll believe you?

Um, if you don't mind starting from the top,

tell us what happened.

It started right after I watched it.

I could hear him like... Like he was inside my head.

Small things at first... whispers in the dark,

and that awful fucking song.

Did you... did you ever like start to see weird shit?

Like ropes?

Sure, at first.

That's a Sunday School picnic compared to what comes next.

David, why do you think he wants you to kill yourself?

- Kill myself? - No, that's not what he does.

He takes over. He goes inside you un...

Until he is in control and you're just his puppet.

You're talking about possession?

He slaughtered over 30 people when he was alive.

How many do you think he's killed after he died?

These aren't suicides. These are murders.

You said that he comes to you every night?

We'd like to set up some cameras, stay the night.

We don't think it's enough to just tell people

about your story. We want to show them.

Okay, let's set up as many angles as we can

and then stream everything upstairs.

We will know exactly what goes down.

This is so fucked up.

Yo, August. Why were you so upset in there, man?

Because, you short incel,

the dude had no fucking eyes. Durr!

This isn't about you.

We're trying to help these people.

Dude, did the video really do all that to him?

Look, August, you'd tell me if you watched that video, right?

- Yeah. Yeah, I would. - I would, I promise.

I really hope Hutch didn't watch it.

You guys heard from him?

No, but that's not really unusual.

- All right, let's set up. - Okay.

Okay, we're live.

Hey, Manos.

Uh, when does the haunting usually start?

There's no set time.

Now we just wait.

Alice, get your ass in here.

Fuck. Guys, look at this.

It doesn't look like we missed anything.

Just look.

Oh, shit.

Whoa.

This is what happens.

Tell me you're getting this.

Yeah. I'm getting it.

Is it over? Is it over?

Jump.

- August! August! - Sssshhhh.

August, look at me!

Stitches for snitches, bitches.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Did you watch that fucking video?

I didn't know! I didn't know!

I didn't know you could be this fucking stupid, August.

- Hutch said it was okay. - Hutch?

We're taking life advice from Hutch now?

- It was a mistake! - Do you even know

where Hutch is right now?

For all we know, he's got a noose around his fucking neck.

- Don't say that! - JJ. Just

don't yell at him, okay? He made a mistake.

What are we going to do?

Our baby bro, he

- he's gonna fucking die. - Baby Blue.

- No, he's not. - All right.

We need to watch him 24/7 like we never have before.

August!

- August! - What?

- Get out of the street, bro. - Get out of the street.

I'm scared. I'm really...

- I'm really fucking scared. - It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

I know you are. I am too.

I'm sorry you're feeling this.

What do we do?

We need expert help.

Rent a psychic? Rent a psychic?

What kind of psychic coordinates business

inside of a fucking Greek café, dude?

The cheap kind.

She had five stars on Yelp, okay?

Exactly.

Oh, so you probably found her off of Craigslist.

Oh, you probably got her off of Reddit,

not Craigslist, you incel.

Hi, I'm Ellen.

You're the psychic?

Don't you got robes or like a crystal ball?

I haven't bothered with that shit since the '70s.

Thank you for coming.

This is him, I take it.

Yeah, of course it's me.

Who else could be this stupid, right?

- At least he's honest. - I can feel his presence here.

Do you have the phone?

And he filmed his suicide on that?

What is it?

Ellen? What's wrong?

He can hear us.

JJ... JJ, help her.

I don't know what to do!

She's having a seizure or something.

Ellen! Ellen!

What you say we show these cocksuckers

what your insides look like?

Oh, my God.

You cocksuckers are all gonna die!

You're all gonna fucking die!!

Sorry...

I'm very susceptible to demonic possession.

No fucking shit, lady.

Are you okay?

That was nothing.

Once got possessed weekend of Woodstock,

woke up at a Satanist's sex party.

Sucked every cock on the block.

Made my excuses and said 3,000 Hail Marys

on the ride home. Whoo.

Okay. That's all I got.

- Wait. Ellen... - we really need your help.

Please just tell us what to do, it's our little brother.

Please.

There's a theory that dark energy,

particularly in great moments of anger, emotion or trauma,

like say the violent suicide of a ritual serial killer,

can imprint itself into an everyday object.

You've all seen The Shining, right?

Scatman? Burnt toast?

Scatman? Scat? Man?

- Oh. Okay, well... - imagine for a moment

that when this evil man took his own life,

all of his hatred, anger, and pain

was absorbed onto that phone

and into that video you watched, young man.

So, what can we do?

What you're dealing with here is a curse.

You can't outrun a curse.

Wherever you look, wherever you go,

he's always going to be right there behind you.

Closer and closer and closer

until the only option left for you to try

is to find solace in death itself.

- Oh, fuck. I'm doomed. - I'm fucking doomed, dude.

There is a possibility.

I'm not doomed?

It's a long shot and I ain't never tried it myself.

But they do say if you return the cursed object to its owner,

the curse can be buried with them.

Now that's all I've got.

I wish you luck.

Truly I do.

I'd say that was worth the 25 bucks.

Do you think this rope is thick enough?

For what?

For August. This will work, right?

Should we get the big ones?

These are good.

What the hell are we supposed to do now?

First priority, keep August safe;

Then we got to figure out where Blue is buried.

Oh great. Let me just look

in my little black book of buried serial killers.

Your shit, Alice.

Hey, Cujo.

August... August... August?

August? Dude.

Hey, you guys planning a kidnapping?

Uh, no.

Um, just battling a demonic curse.

Thank you.

Thanks.

No fucking way! What the fuck!

August, this is the only way to keep you safe, man.

We'll let you out of here as soon as we know

what's going on, okay?

- You suck my balls. - Get me the fuck out of here!

Hey, shut the fuck up! You got to be quiet, dude.

You're gonna get the cops called on us.

What if you fail?

What if I end up like that blind basement freak

with a retainer and no mouth to scream?

What do you think of that, Alice?

What do you think of me slitting my own wrists,

blood cascading out of the wounds?

Don't say that.

Get me the fuck out here, please!

What about the tongue-chewing-off thing?

I thought of it.

I found it in a sex shop down the back alley.

Fuck!

Is that thing even clean?

- I don't know. - It wasn't in the used section.

Used section?

Sorry, buddy.

You guys are assholes.

We just ball-gagged our own brother.

We should have done that years ago.

So, what are we going to do now?

Return this to its rightful owner.

And action.

Turns out that serial killers

are often buried in unmarked graves

- so that haters... - Or Stans...

Or Stans

can't turn up to deface or worship the grave.

And Blue is no exception.

So, finding his grave was not super easy,

but after some snooping, Alice and I turned up

some old court filings with Blue's address on it.

And this part, you won't believe.

At the height of his reign of terror,

Blue wasn't living alone.

Do you want to deliver the punch line?

Dude still lived with his mom and his baby sister,

the delightfully named Sadie Blue.

Mama Blue and Sadie Blue are still living

in the same exact house.

Which is where we've just arrived.

If I was a serial killer, this is where I'd live.

Let's hope crazy doesn't run in the family.

This is creepy.

Yeah. Should we see if anybody's home?

Just knock on the door?

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

I think I just met Blue's sister.

Not often we get visitors out this way.

Can I help you with something?

Missis Blue?

Only to the IRS.

Everyone around here calls me Mama.

Okay. Uh, Mama...

Do you mind if we ask you a few questions about your son?

Come on in.

No.

Oh, hey, bu... oh, shit. Oh, I'm so sorry.

- You're not real. - You're not real.

You're not real. You're not real.

You're not real.

Define real?

Aaaahhh!

So how are we gonna play this?

Um, just butter her up.

You know, say some nice shit about Blue.

Steer the conversation to where he's buried.

How the fuck am I supposed to do that?

You can do it.

- I can do it? - Yeah. You'll be fine, okay?

I'm gonna go get some shots, okay? Just...

You're not leaving me alone with...

You will be fine. I promise.

JJ...

Hey

how's your day going?

Okay.

Git. They're my guests.

Been a while since I entertained.

Well, don't be shy.

I baked 'em myself.

Uh, cookie, JJ?

Oh, I'm, uh, I'm a celiac.

That's new.

Okay, so, um, Missis, um...

Mama, we've been investigating your son,

and I just want to start off by saying

that we come in with completely open minds.

We just... we want to hear your side of the story.

All them things they said about him was lies,

and they drove him to his death.

So, you're saying he was innocent?

He was acting in accordance with his nature.

You want to punish a sweet boy for that?

It sounds like you think

your son was pretty misunderstood.

Oh, Blue loved all living creatures.

Loved 'em to death.

Um, Mama, I don't mean to be rude.

Can I use your restroom?

Oh, down the hall and to the left.

And don't do any of your dirty business.

The U-bends can't handle nothing sizable.

Whenever Sadie or I defecate,

I have to break the waste down by hand.

Got it. No logs.

So, um, after Blue died, what happened next?

Beans. Beans.

I mean, what the fuck happened to you, man?

Tied to a fucking cum-encrusted motel bed.

Is that a ball gag?

It is a ball gag.

You know, I can save you

from this ritual humiliation, Beansie.

All you have to do is let me in.

Those boys and girls he took,

you gotta understand, every one of them was a sinner.

So you don't deny that he killed them?

Punished. He punished them.

They got what was theirs to come.

Child, you've barely touched your milk.

Um... where did you bury Bradley?

Who's asking?

I... I... we wanted to pay our respects.

No cemetery would have him,

so I buried the urn with Baby's ashes

under the fallen oak out back where he used to play

as a young'un.

Okay. Let's see what we can find.

Oh. Oh, I feel fucking nauseous.

What the fuck?

Oh. Fucking nasty.

"Milk Is Life." You know what they say

about serial killers and overbearing parents?

What the fuck?

What's that?

What the fuck is this?

Oh... oh, my God.

Well, I think I have everything I need.

But you haven't even finished your milk.

It's that very same milk that made my boy

so big and strong.

I don't feel so good.

Mama's gonna take care of you, child.

JJ! JJ!

Alice? Alice!

JJ! JJ!

Alice? Alice!

Fuck! Alice!

What the fuck are you doing?

Well, there's nothin' on God's green earth

I love more than babies.

What the fuck are you doing?

It's a shame they have to grow up.

You know... if life after death

has taught me one thing, it's never give up.

You know

traditionally, serial killers

not so smart.

I know they all think they're really big brains

but in reality, they all make the same fucking mistakes.

Dahmer, for example,

let a guy escape from his house

who then led the cops right back to him.

Now, Gacy. Let's talk about Gacy.

And I gotta admit, that guy has killed a lot of people,

but the dumb motherfucker buried the bodies

under his fucking house.

I mean, how long did he think

he was going to get away with that, huh?

Right? I mean... I mean, dead bodies stink.

That's just homicide for dummies.

Now, Bundy. Bundy had promise.

When that cat escaped a courthouse,

what do you think he did, huh?

Run for the hills, lie low, disappear? No.

That crazy motherfucker went on a giant rampage,

leaving a blood trail all throughout town.

And guess what, Bean?

I was better than all of them.

I'm the ghost with the most, baby.

All right.

Why don't we try this again?

That tastes like rubber.

Yeah.

What the fuck?

It's almost dinner time.

Oh. You know, I fed Baby Blue from my teat

until the day he died.

It's what made him so big and strong.

What the fuck are you doing?

Oh, there is a special bond that comes

- with such familiarity... - Where's Alice?

that only a mother and her child could ever know.

Oh. Baby Bradley was a bed-wetter.

Please. Please.

It broke my heart to watch him struggle.

- No. What are you doing? - What the fuck are you doing?

- Please. Please. Please. - Please. Please.

Please let me up. Please.

Hush, little one. Hush.

It's okay. You just made a little mess.

Help! Help me.

Hush!

JJ? JJ? JJ?

I didn't think he'd be my last.

No, no, no. Don't watch that.

Don't watch that! Don't watch it!

Some place.

Cops are coming and I'm too cool to run, so...

I guess this is sayonara.

We had a good run, my fellow sick fucks.

Kind of thought I was out here

batting for the world record of killing

with age and beauty on my side but

shit happens.

Open your eyes.

Ain't she a beaut?

Intestine's cute too.

Please, please, stop.

Please.

Well, you're right. Die young,

and I'll see you on the other side.

Those fucks don't understand you.

Only me.

Now come on, champ.

I want to finally see this thing through.

I have to take you to the other side?

Right.

See you on the other side.

You were just a kid. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that he made you watch while he did all those things.

But it's not your fault. I can make it go away.

Sadie, I can make it all stop. I promise.

I promise, please.

Thank you.

Oh, that's a brave boy.

Mwah.

Oh, dear. You feel a little warm.

I'll be right back.

Alice.

Alice, you have to get out of here right now.

What the fuck did she do to you?

Oh, she's gonna come back. You need to leave right now.

- I know where he's buried. - It's just downstairs.

- Just go. Go. - I'm not gonna leave you.

- You need to leave. - I'll be okay.

I'll be okay. I promise.

Will you put the binky back in my mouth?

Yeah.

I love you.

I love you too.

On your feet, soldier.

I got a little present for you.

Come on. Come on.

What is that?

Oh, that? That is brodifacoum.

Rat poison.

You came into my house like a rat

and now you're gonna leave it like one.

No, no, no. Please. Please.

Please. Please.

- There's a good boy. - Come on, open wide. Oh, yes.

Oh, that's it. Take it down.

Oh, God. Take the teat. Take the teat.

Alice! Alice! Alice!

What did you...?

Please, please, please, please, please, please.

Please.

Help me get out. Help me.

Can you believe those heathens cremated me?

If there was ever a face that deserved

an open casket, right?

Okay. Well, why don't you come on over here, hon?

Let me see what those insides look like.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

I gotta hand it to you, Beansie.

No one's ever fought back as hard as you.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

I didn't think you had it in you.

Alice! Alice!

Alice!

Alice! Fuck! Fuck.

Hi, Jeremiah Jones.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Alice.

Alice.

Alice, stop.

See you on the other side.

Alice, no, no.

Alice, no, no, no, no.

Alice. Alice.

Alice, wake up. Wake up.

Please, wake up. Wake up, wake up.

Wake up, please.

So, update: Your sister is dead.

So, you really have nothing to live for.

So how about we just speed this up?

Wha... Wha...

Do it. Do it. Do it.

See you on the other side.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

- No! - Fucking yes!

No!

Beans, I need you to chill the fuck out here.

- Why? - Do not...

- Yay. - make this harder.

Yes.

I will fucking rip your heart out.

Fuck you.

I will fucking kill this shit.

I can't!

Fuck! Fuck!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Put it right there, daddy-o.

Now, did you really think a 20-dollar-an-hour,

classified ad psychic actually knew how to dispel a curse?

Well, that's the problem right there, man.

You guys just keep on making the same fucking mistakes.

I mean, every fiber in your body

told you not to watch that video.

I mean, fuck. Kelvin practically begged you.

But you kids, you just

you think you know better.

How bad can it be? Curses aren't real, huh?

Why don't you ask your dead fucking sister?

Oh, wait. You can't.

You're lucky you're already dead.

Yeah.

So let me tell you what's gonna happen.

I'm going to possess you.

I'm going to walk you up onto that roof

and then, uh, I'm going to throw you off.

Anyway, I really want you to look at the positive here.

You always wanted to be Insta-famous.

I mean, this will get you prime time

on every news channel in America.

Well, buckle up, baby

because here comes the pain.

There's only, uh, one problem with your plan, Bradley.

I never watched your fucking tape.

Motherfucker!

Don't you ever fucking.

I will rip your fucking throat off. I will...

Alice.

Alice. Alice. Alice.

I thought you were dead.

You fucking wish.

- It was crazy. I saw Blue. - I had his phone.

I cursed him out!

We have to go.

Okay.

Come on. Agh!

Can you breathe?

Yeah.

You want me to drive?

Uh, no way.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Okay.

See you on the other side.

Too soon, Alice. Way too soon.

- Let's go get August. - Okay.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Beans. Beans.

- Beans, Beans, Beans. - Beans, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

We have a story to tell you.

Fuck Morris Rhinestone!

Yeah. Fuck Morris Rhinestone!

Fuck Morris Rhinestone.

Fuck Morris Rhinestone! Fuck Morris Rhinestone.

Fuck Morris Rhinestone.

- Put your back into it. - Put your back into it.

Fuck Morris Rhinestone!

Fuck Morris Rhinestone!

There you go.

I think the possession made him less annoying.

We should probably go to the hospital.

Are you okay, Beans?

Peachy keen, man.

Oh, fuck.

What?

Somebody uploaded the Baby Blue suicide tape.

Stop. How?

I don't know. Maybe they hacked his phone,

or they got it off the cloud. I don't know. Look.

What the fuck?

Look, it's hard to exactly explain,

but it was a fucking accident, I swear.

What?!

I didn't mean to upload it.

- What the fuck, Beans? - You fucking idiot!

- You know what? - Hah!

Guess who's back.