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My dad usually reads me a story.

We're going through all the books.

He started making ones up about Mark Skywalker.

I even have a lightsaber!

Okay. Here, here. Come lie down.

Okay, so, unfortunately for you,

I don't know anything about lightsabers.

It's a laser sword.

I always use it against the skin eater.

The skin eater?

Don't ask. -He lives in my closet.

We have to make sure that the door is closed,

and my dad puts a chair under the knob.

Or else he'll get out.

Dad's just treating you like a baby.

-I'm a Jedi. -Okay, look,

I know it's hard when your parents are out,

but I'd never let anything happen to you, okay?

Yep. Nothing in here, kiddo. -Not until it's dark.

Well, let's lock him in, then.

And your little friend here will stand guard.

Oh, jeez.

You know, when I was ever scared,

my big sister always came into my bed.

How about it, Marina? -What? But it's so early.

I bet allowance time is coming up.

I could maybe put in a good word.

-Move over, you little turd. -What you say is what you are.

Good one.

Sleep tight, kiddo. Uh, light on or off?

Off. I like to keep the lamp on.

-Okay. -You're such a baby.

-No, you are. -Nice one. Mark.

You are the baby.

♪ Your love is like a tidal wave ♪

♪ Spinning over my head ♪

♪ Drownin' me in your promises ♪

♪ Better left unsaid ♪

♪ You're the right kind of sinner ♪

♪ To release my inner fantasy ♪

♪ The invincible winner ♪

♪ And you know that you were born to be ♪

♪You're a heart breaker ♪

♪ Dream maker, love taker ♪

♪ Don't you mess around with me ♪

♪You're a heart breaker ♪

♪ Dream maker, love taker ♪

♪ Don't you mess around, no, no, no ♪

♪ You're the right kind of sinner ♪

♪ To release my inner fantasy ♪

♪ The invincible winner ♪

♪ And you know that you were born to be ♪

♪ You're a heart breaker ♪

♪ Dream maker... ♪

Oh, God.

Mark, you little shit.

Cute play. You almost had me.

Jeez! Want me to pee my pants?

Nice work with the note. Chad's gone-zo, you know.

He wouldn't break and enter to win me back.

"Your pretty"? That's bad grammar.

It should be a contraction. "You are."

Yeah, well, Chad was never that smart.

Okay, it's bedtime. -Em, it's only 10:00.

And?

You almost had me with the note.

Come on, Mark.

Mr. Grey?

Mrs. Grey?

Shit, girl.

Quit playing, Marina.

-Smile! -Jesus Christ.

You're on "Candid Camera."

Holy shit. Dee.

You're back in town. -Yeah, just for the weekend.

Well, I wish you called.

Would have laid out the red carpet for you.

Knock it off, asshole. He's too young for you.

How are you, Dee? Frat boys treating you well?

Better than the douche bags here.

So, are you still paying high school skanks

to pretend you're not a benchwarmer?

-Oh, right. Yeah, yeah. -Benchwarmer.

Chad, screw off. Go grab a footer or something.

Camera out of my face.

Eat shit, Willis!

Dee.

Willis.

S-Stupid...

Are we good?

Yeah.

We're good.

This guy is out of batteries.

Can you just, uh, give me battery from over there?

Bottom shelf, please.

Now, a little bit further... further over.

Uh, further over. Yeah, a little bit more further.

Yeah. That's great. That is perfect.

Mm.

Little Deena. -Hey, doc.

You finally decided on a major?

-Criminology. -Ooh.

I'm just here to pick up my dad's ACE inhibitors.

He said he called.

How is he?

He said these were making him nauseous.

He ain't still taking him with his morning coffee, is he?

I told him they don't agree with the tannins.

Jesus Christ.

Oh! Hey.

Come on in! Come in.

Regale me, Dee. College like the movies?

-Uh, it's lonely. -I mean, it's early.

Maybe Prince Charming is sitting in English Lit right behind you.

Oh, bitter. You want some sugar?

I mean, uh, there are... there are cute boys. I just, uh...

My head just hasn't really been in the game lately.

Two of us together there, we'd be legends.

Yeah. You should enroll.

I wish.

My dad insists I work at the firm.

Plus, I totally tanked the SATs.

You remember how drunk I got the night before?

You want anything? There's muffins.

No. I'm good.

How are your parents?

I, uh, haven't been home yet.

Kind of avoiding it. -No shit.

Well, I'm so glad you're back.

Okay? This weekend's ours.

I was thinking a redux.

Booze it up at Polly's, find the horniest guys we can,

and leave them blue balled.

I love that. Are you free tonight?

Oh, shit. Any night but tonight.

Damn it, I... I've got this weeknight gig

babysitting for the sheriff's little turd.

I thought I told you about it.

Ever since his wife, you know...

Jesus. Yeah.

I must confess, there is an ulterior motive.

There's an empty spot in the sheriff's bed

just... waiting to be filled.

Oh, my God, you're terrible.

Whatever, dude. Just think about it.

I mean, Mrs. Haddie Arnold.

You could be my maid of honor.

I'm really glad you're back.

T...

"Traps."

Why are we here, chief?

Place gives me the creeps.

Probably sit empty here till the mayor has it bulldozed.

No one will ever buy it. That place is cursed.

You know, I heard she's in therapy.

It's sad...

What's that?

Press it.

Son of a bitch.

There it is.

Found that on my doorstep this morning.

Somebody mailed this to you?

Well, I doubt the post handled it.

The box wasn't dented.

Deena?

Yeah. I'm back, Mom.

You look so good.

Your father's awake if you want to see him.

He's in the den.

-Great. -Do you want some lunch?

I can scrounge something up for you.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

Okay.

Hey, Dad, I, uh, have your... medication.

So, um, school is going well.

I even have an A in chemistry.

I'm doing a project right now on gelatinous nitrocellulose,

like... explosive chemicals.

Poof.

He is proud of you.

I know.

We are so happy that you're home.

It's been so...

...empty here.

Oh. Haddie called. -She did?

She wants you to call her back.

-She said it's an emergency. -Okay.

That was so good to hear her voice.

Like old times.

Okay, I'll be right back.

So, someone just drops off

the Greys' garage door remote to your house?

Doesn't make any sense.

All I know is the point of entry

for the Emily Golding murder was the garage.

Paul Grey said that remote was missing

when he got home that night.

So he just returns it to your house?

-Chief! -Case has been cold, Butch.

Anyone who does that to a little girl ain't happy

unless someone's noticing his madness.

Hi. -Alright.

This showed up on my porch this morning addressed to you.

-This was at your house? -Yeah. Strange, right?

But Ollie at the post is losing his mind.

Thanks, Dottie.

Mhm.

Yeah. Thanks, Dottie.

"Night of the Reaper."

Oh, Jesus.

Hello?

Is this...

Jesus. I hate horror movies.

Why would someone send you this?

-That's Connor Davis. -What?

Lenny and Irene Hollister found his body

by a creek, what, two years ago.

-I remember. -It was ruled an accident

after an autopsy revealed he was impaired...

booze, weed. -Right.

He was a good kid. He knew these woods.

I didn't buy it, Butch. Not for a second.

But the staties closed the case.

Wait a second, are you saying this is real?

That's a video of the murder of Connor Davis.

-Hello? -Howdy. What's up?

I got the SOS. -Jesus Christ.

The moment you left my place,

I got the sort of shits I hadn't had

since I swallowed that hot tub water

at Jimmy's place junior year.

Uh, you just had to share that with me?

I know you just got back,

but I got a big favor here, Dee, like mondo.

If you could watch the sheriff's kid tonight,

I swear to God, I'd make it worth your while.

I don't know, um...

I kind of told my parents that I would stay in with them tonight.

Dee, I need your help.

I mean, would the sheriff even be okay with that?

What's the alternative?

Everyone else I know is a moron. -Yeah.

Well, if I bail, he'd have to find someone else,

someone better, and I need this job.

Dee, come on. Don't leave me hanging.

Yeah, yeah. Of course. What do I have to do?

You don't really think that this is...

I don't know what to think, Butch.

First that damn garage door opener, then the tape?

Insane packages. -Hm.

Someone's trying to tell me something.

What's this?

-Sheriff. -Liz.

-Butch. -Hey, Liz.

-Christ. That a dog? -Yeah.

Strays coming down from the McLune farm, I think.

It's fourth or fifth one this month.

No collar though, so no owner.

-Mm. Need a hand? -No.

I got a little plot up at the lookout for roadkill.

Ain't that a sign?

-What's that, Sheriff? -Oh, nothing.

Just...

Do you remember that Connor Davis kid?

Yeah. The kid that fell down by the creek a couple of years ago?

Yeah.

So, what's the sign?

Oh, just the dog...

You know, never mind.

It's been a day, Liz. -Yeah.

Um, I was thinking that maybe we need some speed traps up here.

People are getting too comfortable.

We're seeing too many of these.

I don't like making those calls. -That's a good idea.

-Yeah. Okay. -Yeah. Alright.

I'm sorry about the pup.

Thanks, Sheriff.

Um, hey, listen...

if something new's come up in the Connor Davis case,

let me know, 'cause the state will want their say.

His poor mother, she was looking to get the park shut down.

-You know we will. -Alright. Thanks.

Have a good day.

We'll see you.

This it?

This is it.

Okay. What are you thinking?

Well...

just a hunch.

Tent was here.

Camera's over there.

They found his body over there.

Claimed he fell while he was taking a piss.

You didn't buy it?

I had my suspicions.

Shit.

Aw, shit.

That's the same writing. -Yeah.

That's Emily Golding.

That's it? -Just rewind it a little bit.

Okay.

If this asshole recorded Connor Davis's murder,

he's showing us this for a reason.

There's a clue somewhere.

Right there.

The van.

I know that ride.

Chad Bolton doesn't live on that street.

Hey, Max. Sorry that you're stuck with me.

I know Haddie said you two are best buds.

She doesn't like the spiders.

Is she okay?

Yeah. Yeah, she just caught a bug.

She doesn't like bugs either.

No, she does not.

She is pooping up a storm, though.

She always farts here and blames the dog.

She does?

We don't even have a dog.

Nice.

So, what are you playing?

"Centipede."

-Any good? -It's great.

He's pissed, chief, complaining about his Constitutional rights.

I didn't know he knew that word.

That his camera?

Yeah, we found it on him.

Good.

You know, he was a minor when this happened.

You really think he could have done it?

It's never who you think it is.

This ain't right, you... you hauling me in here like this.

For what? Huh?

You know what these are?

You like filming people, don't you?

Sure.

It's fun when you're bored, shoving this shit

in your friends' faces or whatever.

What about the folk who don't know you're filming them?

I ain't no peeping Tom.

You're in trouble, son.

What do you think people are gonna say

when they find out you make snuff films?

Snuff films?

What the hell are you talking about?

Is this your latest movie, Chad?

Make a trilogy out of that one?

I don't know what you're on about,

but I know that you can't do this.

Okay... Okay, not without giving me my lawyer,

'cause I have my... my...

What the hell are they called?

The...

Ah. My Miranda rights, huh?

But you're not under arrest, Chad.

We're just asking you questions.

Ain't we, Butch? -That's right, chief.

You accusing me of something?

Oh.

Okay, Chad. Okay.

You want us to accuse you of something,

I can make that work.

I think... you're an accessory.

An accessory?

An accessory to the murder of Emily Golding.

So, are you just gonna play this all night,

or are you gonna show me this big house of yours?

-My house? -Yeah.

When I was a kid, my sister and I would play real estate agents.

It was fun.

And a house tour might be nice, you know?

Show me Casa de Arnold. -Castle what?

Nothing.

Come on.

We have all night to hunker down.

Let's go.

Okay, here's the deal.

You take me on a tour, and I will sneak you some sweets,

our secret.

Mm-hmm. That's what I thought.

Whoa! Okay.

That's where the treats are.

Oh, man. You were not kidding.

You promised. My choice.

Once we're done with the tour.

Deal's a deal, kid.

-Come on. This way. -Okay.

Hurry up.

-What's this? -Uh, that's the basement.

We don't go down there anymore.

Wow.

You got a lot of stuff.

I don't like being down here. Can we just go upstairs?

Yeah. Coming.

Come on, Deena. Let's go upstairs.

I want to show you my room!

Yeah.

My room's the best, Deena.

Oh, yeah? I can't wait to see it.

Oh, wow. Check out that view.

It's pretty out there.

I don't like it. There are so many hiding spots.

Hate that.

That's Dad's office. He's got guns in there.

-What about that room? -That's Dad's room.

Come on. My room's right here. It's so cool, Deena.

Wow. She's really beautiful.

She was in a car crash.

Yeah.

How are you holding up? -I miss her singing.

She had a nice voice?

No, it made me and Daddy laugh.

He says it was like a cat.

He cries now sometimes. So do I.

You know...

Haddie said that you were the toughest boy she knows,

and she dated the quarterback in high school.

Come on. Let's go see the coolest room in the house.

These are me and my dad's.

-Hello, Deena. -Very cool.

My dad's gonna buy me a poster of George Brett.

Hey, you know, he was this close

to hitting 400 a couple years ago.

Would have been the first since Ted Williams.

You like baseball?

I like stats.

-Stats? -Yeah.

You know, like numbers, hits and at-bats.

Baseball's actually kind of nerdy.

-No, it isn't! -Nerdy in, like, a cool way.

I'm gonna dedicate my first home run to my mom.

Come on, kid. I owe you some sweets.

Alright.

God, I hate these things. -Kid is right, chief.

We... We can't just keep him here.

We definitely can't be taking his camera like this.

None of this is a coincidence, Butch.

And whoever is sending us this shit

wants us to know it's not a coincidence.

Being led on a scavenger hunt.

The tapes don't even match up. Isn't that exonerating?

Don't give him any excuses until he's earned 'em.

Really? We're not gonna do this.

Okay, seriously. -Come on, Willis,

show us them pearly whites, baby.

-Come on. -They're just beautiful.

-Is this what you want? -Yes! Yes.

Very good. Oh, shit. We've got a bogey.

Alright, let's roll.

Smile! You're on "Candid Camera."

Holy shit. Dee.

This is nothing. This is nothing.

Are you...

going number two?!

Colder.

Okay, kid. You're too good. Give me a hint.

-No! -Ugh!

Are you downstairs?

Getting warmer.

Okay.

Are you... in the kitchen?

Colder.

Hey, Max.

Are you outside?

No. You said we had to stay inside.

Hello. Arnold residence.

Hey, Deena. -Hey, Sheriff.

I'm just calling to check in on Maxie.

It's, uh...

It's been a night. -Yeah.

You know, actually, I...

I don't know where he is.

Yeah, I have been looking everywhere for him,

and I just can't seem to find him!

He's hiding behind the TV.

How about you?

How are you holding up?

Yeah, things are... Things are okay.

Well, it's great you're back, Deena

I really appreciate you helping out tonight.

I know it can't be easy.

Anyway, uh, I'll check in a little later.

Okay. Yeah. Bye, Sheriff.

Bye, Deena.

Are you... in the dining room?

This is bullshit, Rod.

You don't have a warrant.

N-Not for my camera.

We have evidence in the other room for the murders

of Connor Davis and Emily Golding.

"Night of the Reaper," huh?

Kind of catchy.

We have your van at the scene.

Two snuff tapes, two dead kids. Come on, Chad.

If you know something, do the right thing here.

You're looking at spending the rest of your life

behind bars, son.

Nothing?

If I am under arrest, give me my phone call...

'cause I ain't done nothing...

and I'll sue you.

I'll sue all of you.

Huh?

I saw that you weren't the only one in the van.

Your buddy Willis was with you.

Maybe he was the one wearing the mask.

Maybe you were just the cameraman.

Think he might be getting a little antsy.

Maybe we ought to bring him in. What do you say?

Willis didn't do shit.

Okay.

Let's find out.

Hey, what the hell was that?

Put out an APB for the arrest of Willis Hanover.

I don't like this, chief. The evidence isn't there.

Butch, the evidence was mailed

to my goddamn doorstep. -You can't put out an APB

without probable cause. -Probable cause?

Jesus Christ, Butch, we're dealing with dead kids here!

Chief, this isn't protocol.

I got the staties up my ass about the possibility

of reopening the Conner Davis thing, and now this?

No.

You look exhausted.

Why don't you take the night?

You go home, you be with Maxie.

I got this.

Fine.

Thank you.

I'll do it myself.

Chief.

Chief!

Okay.

Hey, so why these old movies?

You know that they invented color TV now, right?

They're my mom's favorite.

We watched them all the time.

Nora, it's me, Lance.

You know, you are just about the most perfect boy ever made.

-Are you okay? -Hey.

How about...

another round of hide and seek, hm?

I just have to get the blood moving.

I'm pretty tired.

Well... you did have the mother load of sugar,

so you're probably in a diabetic coma.

Those are big words.

Okay, hide and seek another time, then.

Does that mean you're coming back?

Do you want me to?

Yeah. You're fun.

Haddie just phones boys when we watch movies.

Well, you are the only boy I want to hang out with.

Chief,

we can't hold Chad no more.

He wants to call his parents.

Chief, you copy?

Chief, you...

Sleep tight, kiddo.

Hello?

Here, boy.

Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

You poor thing.

Hello?

I have your dog.

-Animal control. -Hi.

Um, I'm actually babysitting at the sheriff's house,

and I found a dead dog.

Okay. Is there a tag on it?

No. No, there was no collar or anything.

It's probably just a stray.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess.

If it's stray, the best thing would be

if somebody take the poor thing away.

Hmm, okay.

I just... I don't want the kid to see the body.

Well, we can, uh, we can get somebody out in the morning.

Okay, yeah. Thanks for your time.

Max?

-Hello. -Haddie, it's me.

I-I just needed to hear a familiar voice.

How's it going?

It was fine when Max was awake,

but now it's freaking me out.

Yeah, that place can give me the creeps.

Thanks again, Dee.

If I lose this gig, my dad will be on me to be an adult.

I can't have that.

Max is really awesome, though.

What he's had to go through.

Kid is Superman.

Yeah, he really is.

Um, hold on.

I-I think he's awake.

Max?

Hey, has he ever tried to scare the shit out of you?

Mm, right now I don't need help getting the shit out.

-Jesus. -Sorry.

Hey, can I call you back?

Somebody's at the door. -No, no.

Keep me on the line, please. I don't want to be alone.

I'll call you right back, I promise.

Kiddo?

Are you messing with me?

Hey!

Shit.

Willis Hanover, you are under arrest

for the murder of Emily Golding.

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

You've reached Haddie. Leave a message or whatever.

Hey, it's me again.

There's some creepy shit happening,

and I am officially freaking out, okay?

Pick up, please.

Haddie, I know you're there.

Come on.

Shit.

Okay, if this is something

you and Haddie planned, my God,

you will both regret it.

Sheriff, are you here?

You know, maybe we go to, like, a drive-in scary movie.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Butch.

Yeah?

Put him in holding.

Yeah. Okay, Chief.

Told you that I didn't do shit.

Willis?

Holy shit! Willis!

What did you do? What did you do?

Sheriff.

Sheriff, Sheriff. Chief, open the door.

We had to release Chad.

Put Petrowski on his tail...

Sheriff. Rod, open the door.

Come on.

Help.

What are you doing?

Stop! Stop it!

What are you doing?

Help me!

Help!

Someone help!

No!

911. What is your emergency?

You just got to tell us the truth.

Then you go home, get you out of here.

-Get out, Butch! -Chief.

Chief... -Get out.

It was my wife.

You had footage of my wife!

I was only supposed to give it to you.

By who?

By who, damn it?!

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

I thought it was a patch of ice.

I thought it was a patch of ice.

Who gave it to you?!

Who?!

Sheriff...

Chief, we got an emergency.

Hi. I have an emergency.

I'm at Sheriff Rod Arnold's house,

and there has been a break in.

I have this boy, and I'm afraid that somebody is in the house.

Please, you have to hurry.

I think he's gonna kill us.

I can hear them. They're coming.

Please. Please help us.

Please, please, please, please.

I'm so scared. Please, I don't know what to do.

We're not safe here. Please.

We need someone to help us. Please send somebody.

They're coming. Please. Please help us.

Please, please, please, please. I'm so scared.

Please. I don't know what to do.

We're not safe here. Please.

We need someone to help us. -I see it.

I don't know what to do. We're not safe here.

Please. We need someone to...

Chief, there is no bomb.

-Who made the call? -The call was anonymous.

Could have been a practical joke.

Hey, yes, yes, I'm...

Please, you have to hurry.

I think he's gonna kill us.

I know who you are.

I know what you've done.

And I know what you were planning to do tonight.

You'll have to forgive me for drugging you.

I needed time to prepare.

When I was searching your place,

look what I found behind your fridge.

It's like some sort of little stash.

Is this all your work?

"Haddie McAllister babysits the sheriff's kid."

She has a crush on him.

She wants to replace his dead wife,

but she knows she can't have him.

"So she kills the little boy and then herself."

The only problem is I'm not Haddie.

I bet you never saw this twist coming, did you...

Elizabeth?

I've been preparing for this a long time.

I made sure Haddie was never making it out

to babysit tonight.

And Max. Sweet little Max.

I made sure to get him as far away from here as possible.

Sleep tight, kiddo.

I didn't want him to see what was going to happen next.

Hey.

Hold your horses!

I know your tricks...

The dead dog distraction, things where they shouldn't be.

I did everything to pretend I was the victim

in your next little horror movie.

When in reality, you're the victim in mine.

And I've made damn sure that no one

will be close by to help you.

911. What is your emergency?

I found a suspicious bag in the back room

of the One Stop.

I think there's a bomb in it.

Oh, my God! You have to hurry. Please.

So, Elizabeth, do you want to play a game?

Hello, Elizabeth.

We're all waiting for you.

Come on, Chief.

Chief, are you there?

-Yeah, I'm here. -Saw some surveillance.

The place had an eye in the back hallway.

I found out who left the bag in there.

Who was it?

Who are you?

You know who I am.

But do you know where I am?

I could be anywhere.

Hiding in the dark,

waiting for the perfect time to jump out.

But then you feel me watching you,

waiting to see your next move.

No, not in there.

It's scary, isn't it?

Feeling like you're being hunted?

I bet this makes you feel powerful.

Probably not what you feel when you're cleaning up roadkill.

You don't know anything about me.

I know everything.

Why don't you give me a little hint?

Okay. You're cold.

Getting warmer.

Warmer.

Colder.

Warmer.

Tick tock.

You've been busy.

Shit.

Where are you?

Right here.

You murdered my sister.

You destroyed my family.

I want her name to be the last thing you hear.

Emily fucking Golding.

What's so funny?

It's about time.

Where have you been?

Are you hurt?

This wasn't us.

Tie her up.

Come on.

Hey, you've reached the Arnolds.

We're not available...

Rod, are you okay?

Do we have any available officers?

Entire shift was dispatched on the bomb scare.

Rod. Rod, what's wrong?!

Jesus, it's a geyser.

How did this happen? -She got some whiskey

over there and a towel.

Just disinfect it, and then put a tourniquet on it.

Alright? -I'm not a doctor, Lizzie.

Whiskey, clothes.

Hmm?

Son of a bitch.

You've been naughty.

You made a mistake.

I saw you at my sister's funeral.

You watched us say goodbye,

and I followed you.

What kind of hunter doesn't know

she's being hunted?

We've got to go.

The cops have everything. -I want to here her.

She's cunning. I like it when they're cunning.

Oh, okay.

Let's do it.

Hey, Chad, you remember how your daddy

used to give you black eyes?

You're just replacing him with her.

Fuck off!

Lizzie is an artist,

and you're just jealous because we made Emily a star.

'Cause all folks ever talk about is your dead sister,

and now you're trying to ruin everything

like a selfish bitch.

Why her?

Why, Emily?

-Why not? -This is bad.

This is really bad. We have to go.

He's sent a cop over to my house, and I...

I slit his throat before coming over here.

Police are gonna be all over town once they find his body.

Hey, hey, listen to me.

We've gone unnoticed all this time, okay?

Alright, we got this. Pull yourself together.

-Okay. -Alright? It's gonna be okay.

-Okay. -We got this.

-Okay. -I noticed you.

They will to.

You ever think maybe I'd let you take those tapes?

You didn't.

We're just a couple of artists in competition,

you and I, aren't we?

I'm more of a surgeon.

Dee, you copy?

-What is that? -Dee, you there?

You still think you're in control here?

Dee, do you copy?

Is that Willis? You looped him in all this, huh?

What'd he say to the sheriff, Dee?

The little rat.

We have to get him here, tie up any loose ends,

and then we can disappear.

Just you and me.

Yeah.

Dee, do you copy?

I can't believe you got him into this.

The fuck does he want?

What did you do?

You know what I think?

I think the police don't know anything,

and I think you thought you could do

this all on your own.

I like the reaction.

Fear does unpredictable things,

and your little sister was so full of it.

Wasn't she?

You never think it's gonna be you.

You know that it's real?

All those noises you hear?

That gut instinct that something is watching you?

You never think you're in the shit until it's too late.

Is that how you felt when I got you?

This is much more poetic

than the first time.

Big sister, little sister.

Big sister out for revenge.

She's gone so far as to draw me into her little web.

Babysitting just like the little sister she buried.

No one gives a shit about Emily.

That's why I do this.

That's why I record it

because everyone just forgets.

This is your sister's final memory.

You should be thankful that I recorded it for you.

Are you ready for your close up?

Big sis, little sis.

Big sis thought she won,

but she didn't fight... back!

Emily died so slowly.

You will, too.

I'm gonna time it so that you take

your last breaths together.

It won't be long now.

She could only take so much.

You forgot one thing.

Did I?

You didn't just kill Emily.

Where's Max?

-Max! Max! -No, no, no, stop.

Mattie is safe, stop. -Deena, where the hell

is my son?! -He's safe, he's safe!

Don't let her go. You can't let her go!

Liz? Rod, please help me.

Look what she did to me.

-Liz. -She tried to kill me.

-No. -Just like she killed

her little sister. -Please, please.

She filmed it all.

And she killed Connor Davis.

She told me, she bragged about it.

She's lying to you. Please, please.

You have to believe me. You have to believe me.

And so I... I tied her up.

I tied her up so that I could wait for you

so that I could show you what she did.

You were at my wedding.

And at Emily's funeral.

I wasn't gonna let Emily die in vain.

You sent me those packages.

I had to.

You deserved to know.

You deserved to be here.

Let's get you out of here.

Come on.

Right here.

Okay, okay, okay.

She captured Emily and Abby's final moments.

I wanted you to be here to capture hers.

I'm gonna call this in.

No, no.

She doesn't deserve our lives, too.

Please.

She'll be reported missing.

In a few days, there'll be an investigation.

We'll start at her house.

We'll find what we need to uncover

every one of her secrets.

-Shit. -Christ.

Call it in.

Hey, this is Deputy Cassidy.

Uh, we got a dead body out here at Elizabeth Talbot's old place.

We're going to need somebody out here to handle this mess.

Hey. Give me a hand here.

-Christ. -People will tell stories

they saw her out in the woods in the dark.

-It's over here. -But they will never find her.

She'll be their boogeyman.

And maybe she always was.

It's not fair what she took from us.

No.

No, it isn't.

We gather here today in profound sadness.

Our hearts heavy with grief

as we say farewell to Emily Golding.

This darkness will be our burden and our burden alone.

And everything we've done tonight,

everything we've learned, will carry it together.

It'll be our secret.

You discovered a monster, Deena.

And we slayed it.

All of this is for Abby.

And for Emily.

The Reaper plays]"

♪ All our times have come ♪

♪ Here, but now they're gone ♪

♪ Seasons don't fear the Reaper ♪

♪ Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain ♪

-♪ We can be like they are -♪ Come on, baby ♪

-♪ Don't fear the Reaper -♪ Baby, take my hand ♪

-♪ Don't fear the Reaper -♪ We'll be able to fly ♪

♪ Don't fear the Reaper ♪

♪ Baby, I'm your man ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Love of two is one ♪

♪ Here, but now they're gone ♪

♪ Came the last night of sadness ♪

♪ And it was clear she couldn't go on ♪

♪ The door was open and the wind appeared ♪

♪ The candles blew and then disappeared ♪

♪ The curtains flew and then he appeared ♪

-♪ Saying, "don't be afraid" -♪ Come on, baby ♪

-♪ And she had no fear -♪ And she ran to him ♪

♪ Then they started to fly ♪

♪ They looked backward and said goodbye ♪

♪ She had become like they are ♪

♪ She had taken his hand ♪

♪ She had become like they are ♪

-♪ Come on, baby -♪ Don't fear the Reaper ♪