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- [Reporter] The man most of us know as Ted

has been seen only in a composite drawing

created from eyewitness accounts.

But the police say he's definitely real

and has spent the last 15 months trying to track him down.

At least seven people at the beach saw

and heard a man who called himself Ted.

He was described as a smooth-talking man

with his arm in a cast who asked several women

to help him load a boat onto his car.

A massive search was launched

and police were flooded with calls from citizens

who said they had seen the suspect.

The first break in the case came with the discovery

of the skeletal remains of six women

in the mountains east of Seattle,

with the bodies found all in one place.

Police realized that one man was probably responsible

for the deaths of at least eight women.

But when it appeared this spring

that the investigation had reached a dead end,

police admitted that they would only catch the man

if he committed another crime and got caught.

Detectives are now waiting for Ted to make that mistake.

- Excuse me.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh, do you, uh, do think you could help me move

a few of these boxes from the back seat?

It should just take a minute.

- Sorry, um, I,

I've had a long day,

and I, I really need to get to bed.

- I could really use your help, though.

I told my sister that I would drop these boxes off for her,

and they're just too heavy for me to do it myself.

Um, she said she'd be out here waiting for me,

but it's been about half an hour,

and I really gotta go.

And I don't wanna just leave the boxes outside.

Um, you'd really be helping a fella out.

- What's your sister's name?

- Gail. Gail Hunnicut.

Do you know her?

- Yeah.

- Okay, great.

Then could you help me out?

(vehicle engine revving)

- Um, I'm, I'm just gonna go inside

and get her for you. I'll, I'll be right back.

- If you could just help me get the boxes

out of the backseat, that would,

that would be better.

Um, I j-I really have to get going.

My wife and my baby are waiting at home for me,

and I'm, I'm so late.

Please.

- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

- Thank you. Thank you.

You're a lifesaver. If you wanna just come this way,

and I'll open the door for you.

(footsteps shuffling) (insects chirping)

Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

- Where are the boxes?

(woman screaming)

(car hon honking)

(Ted groaning)

(tense music) (woman panting)

(tense music continues) (woman panting continues)

(woman crying) (tense music continues)

(woman groans)

(knife slashes) (woman whimpering)

(blow thuds)

(tense music) (woman panting)

(Ted groans)

(woman panting)

(keys jingling)

(tense music) (woman panting)

(door creaks)

Help!

Help! Someone help me!

(tense music)

(woman faintly speaking)

Ms. Crenshaw! (crying)

(woman panting)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

Is anyone here?

(suspenseful music)

There's man! There's a man outside!

Someone, please.

Someone help me!

Please help me, Ms. Crenshaw!

Ms. Crenshaw!

Ms. Crenshaw. (panting)

Ms. Crenshaw.

Ms. Crenshaw. (crying)

(suspenseful music)

Please.

Please help.

Please help me.

Please. Why?

Why won't you help me?

He's, he's trying to kill me.

Ms. Crenshaw, please!

(woman panting)

(ominous music)

(woman whimpering)

(woman panting)

(menacing music)

(door clicks creaks)

(tense music)

(woman straining)

(both straining) (tense music)

(woman screaming)

(tense music)

(keys jingling)

(woman crying)

(gloomy music)

(trunk lid clacks)

(Richie sighs)

- I had one bar this entire fucking way down this shithole,

and now it's gone!

Anyone see a cell tower?

- [Tommy] I got nothing either.

- We have a hard out in four hours.

You'll live.

- Okay.

Fucking weirdo.

- Hey, your check cleared,

so just do your fucking job.

- I'm just saying this place is sketch.

I'm used to hotels, you know, or sound stages-

- Oh, oh, okay. - Okay.

And what's her deal, anyways?

She hasn't said a fucking world the entire drive.

- She's probably just nervous, okay?

This is kind of a big deal for her.

- Right. Okay.

What are we filming here today?

- Jesus Christ.

- What, Tommy didn't tell me shit.

He just dragged me along 'cause you guys

needed a sound guy. What are we filming here?

- We're filming a Ted Bundy documentary.

- There's like a million of those.

- Yeah, well, this one is different, okay?

Sasha was able to track down

one of the last living survivors.

She's never told her story,

never been interviewed, never even been on camera.

- No shit.

- [Emily] Yeah.

- W-wasn't that Ted Bundy murder rampage

like 100 years ago?

We, we're gonna find the crypt keeper in there?

- Just finish unloading your shit, all right?

We're running late.

- [Richie] Okay.

(birds chirping)

- Hey.

Are you doing okay?

- No, not really.

- We, we're going to be fine.

She's gonna blow everyone out of the water.

She's a magic bullet.

- Oh, she better be.

This needs to be the one, Emily.

I've made four documentaries in the past six years,

and I'm 20,000 in the hole for it.

And let's not mention what I still owe my parents

for my communications degree.

- Oh, no, your parents are losing money to college?

Welcome to America, all right?

They'll live.

And anyways, that's why you brought me on as producer.

I put enough of my own money into this.

I'm going to make sure it doesn't fail.

(Sasha sighs)

So, what are you worried about?

- I don't know.

What if she's a fraud,

just made up the whole story for attention?

- No, because we did our due diligence.

Everything checks out.

That's why we're here right now.

- Hey, when you two are done eating each other out,

we got a documentary to make.

- Oh my god.

- Where did you find these guys?

- Don't ask. (faintly speaking)

(rooster crows) You guys didn't even bring the stuff all the way in.

Come on.

Hey, we're having fun. It's heavy. It's... Move!

- [Sasha] Shh.

- What?

Oh, we just got here.

She can't hear.

(doorbell rings)

Jesus.

(Richie faintly speaking)

- Hi. - Hi.

- Catherine Richards?

- [Catherine] Uh-huh.

- I'm Sasha Fisher.

We spoke earlier about the interview.

- Uh-huh.

(goat bleating)

Uh, I'm sorry. Come on in.

Please excuse the mess.

Oh, oh, Constance,

how did you get out of your cage?

Marilyn will be missing you, honey.

(rabbit purring)

There you go.

Sorry.

- [Sasha] Uh, I should probably introduce you to everyone.

- Uh-huh. - I'm Sasha.

I'm the director of this documentary

and I'll be asking you the questions today.

This is Emily, my producer.

If you need anything, just let her know.

That's Tommy over there, he's our camera guy.

He's gonna make you look good.

And this is Richie, he's our sound guy.

- Well, should I, uh,

get into hair and makeup, Tommy?

You're supposed to make me look good, aren't you?

- Um, actually, I can take care of that.

Let me just go get my makeup bag.

- Don't you dare touch those spider leg eyelashes.

It's production value.

- Yeah. Thanks, Deakins.

Why don't you go find a rabbit cage to shoot through?

(rabbits squeaking)

(Sasha sighs)

- This is Buttons. (chuckles)

Get in your little house.

Here. There you go.

You know, these furry little creatures

can be very vicious.

Females, if disturbed,

will kill and eat their young.

And males will kill each other fighting over mates.

And once they have mated,

they'll bite the female to subdue them.

I once found chunks missing

out of the back of her neck.

How long is this gonna take?

I always make meatloaf on Saturdays at 5:00 PM sharp.

- No. We'll, we'll be done way before then, Ms. Richards.

- Oh, please call me Catherine.

- So, uh, what's with all the rabbits?

Kinda smells like a petting zoo in here. (chuckles)

- Dude!

(Richie stutters)

(rabbit chattering)

- Well, in 1975-

- Oh, uh, Catherine, if you don't mind saving the story

for when the cameras are rolling.

We'd love to hear it.

We just don't wanna miss a thing.

- Okay.

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

Back then, we didn't have the internet

to keep us up to date on current affairs.

So if you didn't read the newspaper

or watch TV,

you had to rely on word of mouth.

I'd heard whispers of girls missing,

but

even those were unreliable,

more like, (laughs)

more like school girls

trying to scare each other at a slumber party.

- And how did you meet Ted Bundy?

- Like I tried to tell you earlier,

it was 1975 in Utah.

Nobody had even heard of Ted Bundy.

Nobody was talking about him.

I mean, there were a few girls that went missing,

but nobody was talking serial killer on the loose.

I had just graduated college

and I was volunteering

for a animal shelter.

I'd always wanted to help animals

ever since I was a little girl,

something about how their dark little eyes

would look back into mine.

(suspenseful music)

They could communicate silently

and calmly with me

just staring into my soul.

(suspenseful music)

I was

never good at taking care of myself

or anyone else for that matter.

I always, uh,

struggled with relationships:

(rabbits purring)

family, friends, lovers.

(rabbits purring)

Stop it!

(rabbit squeaks)

But

animals were different.

They just felt more

real.

(suspenseful music)

That day,

I was volunteering

at a pet adoption booth

when Ted walked up and wanted to adopt a rabbit.

- Cute little fellas, aren't they?

- A little bit.

(rooster crows)

- Not as cute as you, though.

(Catherine laughing) (rooster crows)

How much for this guy right here?

- Uh, the white one?

- Mm. - $5.

- All right.

(chickens clucking)

- Thank you.

- And, uh, do you deliver too, Miss?

- Uh, Catherine.

Uh, I could make arrangements.

- Great. All right.

Uh, what about Georgio's,

that Italian place, say, eight o'clock?

And you wear something nice?

- Okay. (giggling)

Um, okay.

- Okay.

I'm Ted, by the way.

- Nice to meet you, Ted.

(chickens clucking)

(Catherine chuckles)

Bye. (chickens clucking)

(Catherine shrieks)

He was handsome and sweet.

He was kind.

And he made eye contact.

I know that doesn't sound like much,

but for me back then

it was enough.

Hi. (laughs)

- Wow. You look like a movie star.

(Catherine chuckles)

- Oh, here.

- Thank you. Wow.

So do you think they'll, uh,

they'll let us in the restaurant with this little guy?

- Maybe not. (laughs)

- Should we try?

- Okay.

I couldn't have cared less about dinner at that point.

He was so captivating.

(suspenseful music)

I would have followed him anywhere.

They wouldn't let us in the restaurant

with the rabbit anyway,

so we decided to go back to his place.

(suspenseful music) (insects chirping)

(Catherine laughing)

Where do you live?

Out in the boonies or something? (chuckles)

(suspenseful music)

- I have a confession, Catherine.

What?

I don't think my girlfriend's gonna like it very much

if I bring home another woman to our house tonight,

so change of plans.

I'm just gonna have my fun with you here

and leave you in these woods.

(Catherine laughs)

- Wha-

- Don't be scared.

I'll keep you safe, tie you to a tree.

Probably come back tomorrow, depending on my mood.

And if you're dead by the time I get back,

never stopped me before.

(tense music) (Catherine straining)

- Stop.

Stop it!

(tense music)

(Catherine screaming)

Stop it, stop it!

Stop it! (groans)

(tense music)

No, no, no.

(Catherine screaming) (tense music)

(tense music continues) (Catherine screaming)

(rabbit squeaking)

(Catherine straining)

(rabbit squeaking)

(Catherine crying)

(Catherine choking) (Ted straining)

I've never heard silence

like I did in the woods that night.

It was cold that night,

but I was sweating.

I was burning up. (sharply exhales)

I laid there in the dirt.

I looked up

at this one solitary leaf.

I stared at it for what seemed like hours.

I had to.

I had to focus on something other than his face

while he forced himself on me.

I had to pretend I was somewhere else.

(bleak music)

To this day,

I can draw that leaf right down to its veins,

an exact replica.

(menacing music)

(Theodore munching)

(menacing music)

(Theodore munching)

- I am so sorry, Catherine.

We can just stop if you're feeling uncomfortable.

(gloomy music)

(gloomy music continues)

(gloomy music continues)

Catherine, are you okay?

(Catherine sighs)

- I'm sorry, Sasha.

I just got lost in the moment.

I haven't thought about that moment for a long time,

at least not this vividly.

I-

- We appreciate you doing this for us.

You can continue whenever you're ready.

- I just laid

in that dirt for what seemed like an eternity

while Ted kept having his way with me.

(somber music)

And then suddenly,

I just couldn't take it anymore!

(blow thuds) (Ted groaning)

I couldn't take it anymore.

(thrilling music)

(thrilling music continues)

- Fucking bitch!

Fucking bitch.

(thrilling music)

Fuck!

Fuck!

- I ran for what seems like three, four miles,

and I got to this house

and I knocked on the door.

And this old man opened it

and he let me in.

And he cleaned me up and he called the police.

- Did you tell the police it was Ted Bundy?

- God! Nobody knew who Ted Bundy was!

(somber music)

- I don't think he even told me

his last name that night.

Can I get a cigarette?

Somebody have a cigarette, please?

- [Emily] I have one.

(Catherine exhales)

(lighter clicks)

- I mean, so you called the police once you heard his name

popping up in the news, right?

- Of course I did.

But by then, they were getting hundreds of calls a day,

most of them pranks.

Police didn't even believe me

when I told them I was raped. (sighs)

A couple of months later,

I started feeling sick.

And I thought, "I'm just making myself feel sick

thinking and reliving that night over

and over and over again."

But I knew,

I knew what was really going on.

I knew I was pregnant with that bastard's child.

(suspenseful music)

- Sorry, what, what did you say?

- I said I was pregnant with that bastard's spawn.

You have a question, honey?

Go ahead and ask it.

- What, what, what,

what happened to the child?

- Don't worry.

I took care of it.

(disquieting music)

(disquieting music continues)

(disquieting music continues)

(disquieting music fades)

(birds chirping)

- Um, okay.

Um, I think now is a good time to take a break.

Is that okay?

- Sounds good, sweetie.

- Great.

(birds chirping)

- I'll be in the kitchen

when you're ready to start filming gain.

- Thank you, Catherine.

(birds chirping)

- Richie and I are gonna go out back for a smoke.

How much time we got?

- 20 minutes.

- [Tommy] You got it.

(door clicks)

- Jesus Christ!

Do you believe this woman?

- Yes, I do.

Don't you feel bad for her?

It's such a tragic story.

- Come on, she's making it all up.

Who fucking lies there while they're getting raped?

Why didn't she try to run away immediately?

- Emily, you weren't there.

I find it believable.

Why would you be making this up?

- Gee, I don't know.

Maybe because she's a crazy old lady

who wants attention and validation before she dies.

- You are not taking this seriously.

(Emily sighs)

- I, I'm trying to, Sash, really.

It's just, I don't know, I, I'm, I'm not convinced.

All right?

I mean, she talks to rabbits, for Christ's sake.

- Just stick with me, okay?

- Whether there's any truth to it or not,

there's something about this woman.

I just wanna help her.

- Whatever.

I just need to get out of this room.

I can only take the stench of rabbit shit for so long.

Come get me when you're ready to film again.

I'm on level 2,000 of "Candy Crush."

(Sasha sighs)

(door slams)

(rooster crows)

- Whew.

Dude, rabbit lady, goddamn mental case.

There's no way any of this ever happened.

And she remembers a fucking leaf from 50 years ago?

Come on.

- Yeah, but don't say anything to Sasha, man.

She's banking everything on this woman.

- Whatever.

It's her dime, dude.

(birds chirping)

Tommy, check it.

Dude, how much time do we have?

- [Tommy] I don't know. Um, 10 minutes.

- Perfect.

Go grab your light and the camera.

I know how to pick a lock. (laughs)

- Ah, you're kidding.

- Dude, doors are locked for a reason, my friend.

- Yeah, for a good reason.

- And you call yourself a documentary filmmaker?

Come on.

You're gonna let an opportunity like this pass you by?

- This is how people die, Richie.

- Or get millions of views.

Am I right? Come on.

I might not be the smartest man,

but I can tell I got you curious too. Come on, you're wasting time.

Go grab your lighting camera. Or fuck the camera.

I can film it with my phone.

Oh, dude! Yes!

(birds chirping) (lock clattering)

(Tommy and Richie laugh)

(door creaks)

(birds chirping)

Oh, shit.

(both shakily breathing)

- Ah! - Oh, dude.

Will you keep the light steady?

The low light on my phone is for shit.

[Tommy] Then why don't I just go back to the house and get the camera?

'Cause we got, like, five fucking minutes.

I don't want Sasha asking us 20 questions.

Not even an old rusty, dildo?

- [Tommy] Geez, she's gonna notice that.

- Dude, Relax.

No one's been down here for fucking years.

I had to scrape rust off the padlock, for god's sake.

(objects clattering)

(Tommy deeply exhales)

Dude.

(telephone clattering)

(Tommy and Richie laugh)

Hello?

Nobody there.

- Really?

(both laugh)

- So much shit.

- [Tommy] I'm kind of disappointed in Ms. Granny Pants.

- Wait.

Oh, what do we have here?

Oh, two years of juvie are finally paying off, baby.

- [Tommy] What?

Gosh.

- [Richie] Come on.

I need the light?

What is this?

Let me see. - [Tommy] It's a lot of old crap, man.

- [Richie] Is that an urn? - [Tommy] Ssh. Careful.

I'm not touching that. - I hear footsteps.

Oh, seriously? (footsteps thumping)

Oh, yeah.

Okay. We gotta hurry, man.

- [Tommy] Okay. (glass shatters) What was that?

(glass crunching)

What was that?

What is that?

- [Richie] Come on.

- [Tommy] What is that?

- [Richie] Dude.

(ominous music)

Bring the light.

(chain rattling)

- [Tommy] Easy.

(chain rattling)

Are you kidding me?

(chain rattling)

(ominous music)

Oh my god. (Richie laughs)

Ah.

You always do this, man.

- You first.

- [Tommy] Oh. Damn it.

(ominous music)

- [Richie] Shit, man. What are they doing down here?

Digging for gold?

- [Tommy] See, there's nothing down here.

Dude, let's go back.

- [Richie] Dude, will you please pull up your fucking skirt?

Come on. And shine your light around the corner.

I see, I think I see some footsteps.

(ominous music)

- [Tommy] What the fuck?

- This is fucking sick.

What I wouldn't do for a bar

and a live stream right now, man.

This is crazy. Pull out your phone too, man.

Film some shit.

- [Tommy] Rich, what are we doing down here, Rich?

Bro, what are we doing here, Rich?

There's something she's not fucking telling us.

(ominous music)

Fucking real.

- Okay.

(ominous music)

What the fuck, bro?

(both gagging)

Someone's been down here.

(both gagging and coughing)

Okay.

I don't have any fucking service.

Tommy, check it.

- [Tommy] Oh, shit.

- Wait, bro.

Hold my phone. Hold my phone.

Shine the light up there.

(ominous music)

Hold, yeah.

Dude, that's the room we were filming in.

(ominous music)

What the fuck?

Gimme my phone.

(ominous music) (light buzzing)

(TV static buzzing)

- What is that?

(ominous music)

Bro, get off me.

- What are you talking about, dude?

I'm over here.

(woman panting) (tense music)

- Ah! (stutters)

Help. Help.

- What's up, dude? - Help, help.

Get her off of me. Get her off. - What the fuck, dude?

[Tommy] Get her off. Get her off.

- [Richie] Who the fuck is that? - [Tommy] Get her off. Ew.

- Who is that, dude? - Get her off.

- Kick her off. Get the fuck away.

- Get her off. - Who the fuck is that?

Bro, I'm gonna leave

Come on, just kick her off.

(menacing music)

- [Tommy] Oh shit.

Where's my ph-

What the fuck?

- Come on, dude. - Get her off!

(ax slices)

(Tommy screaming) - What the fuck?

(woman screaming) (blood spurting)

(menacing music) (woman screaming)

(Tommy screaming)

(woman screaming)

What the fuck? Oh no!

Come on, man.

Tommy, come on.

Man, kick your legs.

Come on, man.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Come on. Come on.

Come on, dude.

(Richie screaming) (woman screaming)

(Richie crying)

No! No!

Ah, get it out!

Help! Help! (crying)

Help me.

No, no.

No!

No! (crying)

(gloomy music)

(gloomy music continues)

(woman panting)

(woman screaming)

(gloomy music fades)

(TV static buzzing)

(footsteps shuffling)

(birds chirping)

- Tommy!

Richie!

Tommy!

Richie!

(rooster crows)

(footsteps thumping)

(birds chirping)

Emily, do you know where Tommy and Richie went?

I'm ready to pick up filming.

Emily?

(object dragging)

Emily?

That you?

(footsteps thumping)

(tense music)

(Sasha gasps)

(tense music continues)

(Sasha screaming)

(Sasha panting)

You, you d-

Stay away from me.

- Sasha, what, what's the matter?

(suspenseful music)

(keys jingling)

(car door slams) (car engine revving)

Sasha!

(tires screeching)

Sasha!

(menacing music)

(menacing music continues)

(menacing music continues)

(car engine revving)

(car engine continues revving)

(Sasha whimpering)

(tires screech)

(Sasha panting) - [Dispatcher] 911, what's your emergency?

- Yes, I, I would like to report a murder.

It, it was, it was, it was down the road in,

inside a farmhouse off of...

I can't remember the address.

Hold on, let me, let me,

let me see in my notes.

- [Dispatcher] Ma'am, I'm sending available units

to your location. Please stay on the line with me.

- Okay. Okay. (sighs)

Okay.

(radio operators indistinctly chattering)

It was, it was right here in this room.

There was, there was blood everywhere.

I saw it.

She cleaned it up.

And, and where's all the gear?

Where's, where's Tommy and Richie?

What did you do to them?

- Sweetie, are, are you okay?

- I, I, I don't know what she's talking about, Sheriff.

Um, she arrived alone earlier today

and interviewed me for about an hour

and then suddenly just got up

and left without saying a word.

- No, that's not true.

That's not true.

I was here, I was here with three other people,

one I saw dead with my own eyes.

Her, her name is Emily Santos.

You can call her.

- We've called her already.

Nobody is picking up.

It doesn't mean anything, okay?

Who were the other people that came with you?

- Tommy. Tommy and Richie.

- Last names?

- I don't know. They, they knew Emily.

I only met them this morning.

(Catherine sighs)

- You know, I, I don't wanna be rude,

but if we're finished here,

I would like to get back to my routine.

I, I make meatloaf every Saturday night.

- That's fine. That's fine.

We have all of your information if we need anything.

- You can't just leave.

Just, just check the house again.

- We have checked the house twice already.

Catherine has even opened up the cellar,

and that is clear too.

Ma'am, you're throwing some serious accusations out

right now.

What I can do is I can take you down to the station,

you can file a formal report.

But I'd like to ask you

to please consider what you're doing.

(birds chirping)

- Thank you. Thank you, Officer.

I'm, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

(birds chirping)

(floor boards creak)

- [Dispatcher] 521.

- Waste of time.

- Crazy bitch.

(footsteps shuffling) (birds chirping)

- I believe you. Call me.

(birds chirping)

(dispatcher faintly speaking)

(radio operator faintly speaking)

(radio trills)

- [Dispatcher] Good.

(radio operator faintly speaking)

(radio rills)

(car door slams)

(radio operator faintly speaking)

(car engine sputters and revs)

(radio operator faintly speaking)

(car engine revving)

(Sasha bawling) (sorrowful music)

(Sasha continues bawling) (sorrowful music continues)

(sorrowful music) (frogs croaking)

(frogs continue croaking)

(rocks clattering) (insects chirping)

- Why isn't this working?

(rocks clattering) (insects chirping)

- We have a lighter.

- You know, my grandfather showed me how to do this.

This is how our forefathers used to do it.

- But we have a lighter.

- That's not the point. (sighs)

(rocks clattering) (insects chirping)

- Oh my god.

(rocks clattering) (insects chirping)

- Hey. Where are you going?

- We rented a really nice cabin,

and I'm gonna go get in it.

And you can too if you want.

Bye.

(Jake sighs)

- Whatever.

(rocks clattering)

(door creaks)

(suspenseful music)

(door slams)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(water sloshing)

- [Ally] Idiot. (laughs)

(switch clicks)

(ominous music)

- They're probably laughing at me

at the department, aren't they?

- They are, but fuck 'em.

- What made you believe me?

- I know it sounds old and tired, but instinct,

just gut instinct.

That old woman is no good and I know what I'm being lied to.

But none of that matters in my report, so...

I was suspended from the force a year ago

for going rogue on a suspect

that I knew was molesting his students.

He ended up in the hospital,

the department was sued.

I... The only reason they brought me back

was because the charges were dropped

when a victim came forward.

I almost made it to sergeant up in the city

and now I'm stuck here in Hicksville.

If we're gonna find out what happened,

it won't be because we got help from the police.

- Whoo-hoo.

Thank you, Grandpa.

Whoo!

(ominous music)

Whoo!

(ominous music)

(zipper whizzes)

(zipper whizzes)

(ominous music)

(ominous music fades)

(palms rubbing)

- Wow. - What do you think?

- Congratulations.

Yeah. - [Jake] I said I would give you fire

and I give you fire, right?

- Yes, you did.

Fire and smoke, the whole...

Hmm.

- I knew you'd come back.

- Yeah. Well, it was really creepy in there.

Like- - Really?

- Creepy and colder than out here.

- Well, how about we go into the tent and get warm, huh?

- Okay. (chuckles)

Come on. (laughs)

(fire crackling)

Ooh, cozy.

- Yeah. - Come here.

It's nice.

(Ally faintly speaking)

(Jake chuckles)

(both moaning) (fire crackling)

(Ally moaning)

- Wait, wait, wait. - What? What?

- You didn't hear that?

- No.

- There's something out there.

Can you go check it out?

- Really?

- Oh. Oops, yes.

(suspenseful music) (fire crackling)

(sleeping bag rustling)

(suspenseful music) (fire crackling)

(suspenseful music continues) (fire continues crackling)

(suspenseful music continues) (fire continues crackling)

(blow thuds) (gloomy music)

(blood spurting)

(Jake thuds)

Jake?

Jake?

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(menacing music)

(Ally screaming) (menacing music)

(Ally continues screaming) (menacing music continues)

(menacing music continues) (Ally continues screaming)

(menacing music continues) (fire crackling)

(menacing music continues) (fire continues crackling)

(gloomy music) (fire continues crackling)

- [Dante] What else can you tell me about Catherine

or Tommy or Richie?

- I told you guys everything I know already.

You know as much as I do at this point.

So, where do we start?

- Best place would be the farmhouse.

We weren't there long enough to conduct a proper search.

And you get me alone with Catherine for five minutes,

I'll find out a lot more than those jerk-offs did.

That woman is definitely hiding something.

Don't worry.

I won't lay a finger on her,

unless I have to. (chuckles)

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

(footsteps shuffling)

(footsteps thumping)

(door banging)

(insects chirping) (birds chirping)

(door banging)

Let's try around back.

(footsteps thumping)

(birds chirping)

(rooster crows)

(zipper whizzes)

(chicken clucking)

- What are you doing?

- I wanna see it for myself.

I know they missed something.

- [Sasha] You can't just break in.

- Watch me.

(lock clattering)

(Dante laughs)

(door creaks)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

Look at this.

No way that rookie found this yesterday.

He wasn't down here long enough.

(chain rattling)

(grim music)

(grim music continues)

(Dante coughing)

(Sasha coughing)

(grim music)

(Sasha gasps)

- [Sasha] That's Tommy's camera.

That's Tommy's.

(grim music)

- [Dante] Oh.

Whoever was down here was watching you.

(grim music)

(TV static buzzing)

(grim music continues)

- [Sasha] This is fresh.

(tense music)

(Sasha whimpers)

- There's bodies back here too.

(door clatters)

(footsteps thumping)

- Why don't I make us a cup of tea,

and I'll tell you everything?

When I said I took care of it,

I mean I did the best I could.

I cut up my insides really badly,

but not good enough to get the job done.

That heathen was very persistent.

I named him Theodore Junior.

Thanks to me,

he never stood a chance.

I c-couldn't send him to school looking like that.

I blame myself, really.

I mean, I failed at the one chance

to make it right.

I figured if I tried again,

God would never forgive me,

so I didn't.

(bleak music)

Theodore surviving was a sign.

God wanted me to take care

of this little child.

My feelings didn't matter.

My baby wasn't meant for this world.

(bleak music)

He looked like a monster, and,

and that was my fault.

(somber music)

(Catherine sighs)

I did my best to make it right

and give him some kind of chance at a life.

Over the years,

I put in lots of ads for maids

and babysitters and caregivers.

(somber music)

I just wanted him

to know the touch of a woman,

(somber music)

a companion,

to be cared for.

- Where is he now?

- Can't tell you that,

but I can tell you it's not here any longer.

(somber music)

But he's not meant for this world.

He has the mind of a child

and he doesn't know his own strength.

(somber music)

I really don't know

what else I could have done.

- I need to take you down to the station to get a full confession.

- I know.

(somber music)

Let me just get these dishes cleaned up

and I'll grab my coat.

(cups clink)

(cups scrape and clink)

(footsteps thumping)

- Catherine, we need to get going.

Why don't you just get your coat

and you can do the dishes when you get back?

- [Catherine] This won't take long.

I just don't like coming home to a mess.

- Catherine, we're leaving now.

(footsteps shuffling)

(Sasha gasps)

Put the knife down, Catherine.

- I did my best.

Now I leave it to you. (knife slashes) - [Dante and Sasha] No!

(knife clangs)

(Catherine coughs)

(Catherine thuds)

(Dante heavily breathing)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues) (cattle mooing)

(cattle continue mooing) (ominous music fades)

- Finally got a signal.

Should we call for backup?

- [Dante] It's probably not a good idea.

- Why not?

Catherine basically confessed to everything.

Her body is still in the house.

Look, I told you I'm not too popular with the department right now.

They find out that I went up there alone and wound up

with a dead body and no direct evidence to implicate her,

I'm fucked, we both are.

We're on our own.

We'll have to find him ourselves.

- You're kidding, right?

- Look, if he escaped yesterday and he doesn't know his surroundings,

then he can't have gotten far.

We'll start in the woods behind the house and...

We'll need help, though.

Is there anyone you trust?

- I, I don't have that many friends.

- Anyone, Sasha?

- Well, wh-what about you? Am I the only one who's supposed to have friends?

- I called the two people who still talk to me

and nobody answered.

- Let's see what I can do.

(unsettling music) (cattle mooing)

(unsettling music continues) (cattle continue mooing)

- [Dante] Any luck?

- I tried my cousin first.

He's a cop, but he's out of town.

- Well, if he's a cop, he probably hates me already anyway.

Who else you got?

- The only other person I could think of is my,

my roommate Lauren.

She's a criminal justice major.

- Great.

- What?

- Look, we need strong men out here,

not some college student

who's into true crime documentaries.

Don't you have a brother or a boyfriend or something?

- No, I don't have a brother.

- Boyfriend?

- I already called Lauren and she's on her way here.

Look, I don't have many people I trust.

- I suppose you're still better off than I am.

I don't trust anyone.

(car horn honks) (car engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(upbeat dance music)

- What's your fucking hurry, girly?

Oh. Uh.

- [Lauren] Hey.

- Geez, you brought Cassie?

- I had you on speaker when you called

and she heard everything.

She was in the car before I could get off the phone.

And I couldn't get her stupid ass out.

- Did you bring anything?

- Yeah, I grabbed my dad's .38.

What the hell has you so spooked?

- It's, it's complicated.

Just, just follow us.

(Cassie groans)

- [Cassie] Yes.

(car doors slam)

(footsteps shuffling)

- [Lauren] What are we looking for again?

- [Cassie] Giant mutant man baby.

- [Lauren] Oh, that's right.

- We're looking for anything that we can track.

- Someone's been here recently.

This is fresh.

- It's getting late, Sash.

We should probably head back to the car.

- She's right.

We can come back tomorrow.

We're ill-equipped as it is. - Shotgun!

- Hey. - No. No, Cassie.

I drove all the way here.

It's your turn.

- Come on, Sasha.

It's getting late. Let's go.

- I'm coming.

- Just so you know, Lauren,

when we see that bitch-ass,

I'm gonna take that gun of yours

and start some business.

Pew, pew.

Die, scum. - You two, shut up

and stop waving that thing around.

Look, why don't you just walk ahead of me

so I can keep an eye on you?

- Hey, Dante, what happens if I pull the trigger

with the safety on?

- [Dante] First of all,

get your finger off the trigger.

You're gonna kill someone.

- [Cassie] That's why we're here, dummy.

- And she is not to touch that gun at all

under any circumstances.

Understand?

Hey?

(birds cawing)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

Sasha!

(footsteps shuffling)

Sasha, where are you?

(suspenseful music)

I said stay close.

Let's go.

(keys jingling)

- So, how do you open the cylinder thingy?

(Lauren sighs)

- Cass, just chill. You should have been paying attention

when Dante showed us.

- I just wanna see if it's loaded.

Cool, cool, cool.

- Your friends are idiots.

They literally retained nothing that I told them.

- Sorry. It was short notice.

(Dante chuckles)

So what do you plan on doing with Theodore

if we catch him?

- I'm gonna kill him.

What do you think?

Did I spoil your plans?

- It's not fair.

He's been treated like an animal his entire life.

- So what?

What, are you gonna try to fix him?

Sasha, I've dealt with enough murderers

to know that they can never be reached.

And a shitty childhood is no excuse either.

We've all had shitty childhoods.

- Theodore is different.

- Really? How so?

- Hey, what's the fucking plan, Cagney and Lacey?

I'm freezing my tits off out here!

- Can we just tell them to go home? I'd feel a lot safer if I didn't have to worry

about getting accidentally shot in the back of the head.

- Let's just get through the night.

- All right.

Follow us.

We're gonna get a motel room.

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps shuffling)

(owl hooting)

(water dripping)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(water sloshing)

(suspenseful music)

(water running) (suspenseful music)

(water continues running) (suspenseful music continues)

(water continues running) (suspenseful music continues)

(gloomy music)

(door bangs)

(gloomy music)

(gloomy music continues)

(door banging)

(gloomy music)

(Catherine scoffs)

- I don't love you, Theodore.

You were spawned of pure evil.

I should love you, but I can't. (sighs)

God has burdened me with this curse,

and I must do my best to please him.

(door slams)

I must do my best.

(gloomy music)

(objects clattering)

- We need to get back out there and kill this thing.

- Yes, I agree, but we can't see shit outside.

So we rest up and we leave at first light.

- This is a total waste of time.

- Under any other circumstances,

I would have you in handcuffs

for reckless endangerment with a firearm.

- No, you can't.

Her dad's got a license on that thing.

- Cass, just chill, all right?

- I'm sorry I got you all involved.

- Don't apologize to them, Sasha.

- Fuck you!

She can kiss my ass all she wants.

I'm helping you.

(Dante laughs) - I don't see you doing much helping.

- Because you got us locked up in here

instead of being out there.

And how come you don't have the whole force

combing through the goddamn woods?

This is bullshit! - I don't have to explain anything to you.

- Uh, yes, you do.

- This is some super shady shit you have us doing.

Why don't you come clean

and tell us why you got a couple of dumb bitches doing your dirty work for you?

- All of you, just please stop fighting.

I, I just want everyone to stop fighting, okay?

- Cass, why don't we go outside and get some fresh air?

I could use a drink anyway.

- My pleasure.

(door clicks)

(door slams)

- I never should have called home in the first place.

I'm gonna get us all hurt or,

or even worse. - I think it's time for me to step away

and have you go to the police.

They can finish it from here.

- What about you?

- I'll probably get kicked off the force,

but what else is new? (chuckles)

It's gonna happen eventually anyway.

You still think you can help him?

(Sasha chuckles)

- You think I'm stupid, don't you?

- [Dante] No, no.

I don't think you're stupid.

- And you still wanna kill him, don't you?

(blinds creak)

- It doesn't matter what I do or don't want.

I'm just trying to do the right thing.

- [Punk] Oh. This is the place, bro.

We found it.

Oh, right here. - Oh.

- This. - Right here, right here.

- [Punk] I'm gonna draw titties and ass.

You got the dick and balls, right? - Dick and balls?

Dick and ball?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, dick and balls. Of all things, dick and balls.

Oh, I like that. Watch this.

(spray paint fizzing)

- Mm. - Look at that too.

- [Punk] What?

Mm-hmm. - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. - Lots of hair. - [Punk] Yeah, I'll hit that.

Yeah, mm. - Why did I stroke it? I don't know why.

(punks laugh)

Oh.

What is that?

Some homeless guy is trying to live rent free.

- Not on our fucking watch,

no. - No, sir.

I pay my mama rent.

(punks laugh)

Boy, it's carrots everywhere.

Look. Look.

What's going on, doc? (mics munching)

- Oh my god. Bro, what are you doing?

First of all, that's not how he says it.

Second, put that dirty shit down.

You know what that has?

Dirty? - You know what that has?

This gotta be the cleanest carrot you've ever seen in your

life. Mm-hmm. Clean with AIDS, isn't it?

You think he sucks it?

Maybe he cradle the balls like this. (mics gagging)

- Don't.

You should, you should start a OnlyFans.

Look at you with the fucking balls,

just gagging

(both mimicking gagging)

Get that. (grunts)

(tense music)

Oh. Easy, bro.

(punk mimicking gagging)

(flesh squelches) (menacing music)

(punk groaning)

Oh my god.

Bro, bro, bro.

(objects clatters)

(menacing music)

(punk groaning)

(objects clattering)

(menacing music) (punk groaning)

(menacing music continues)

(menacing music continues)

(menacing music continues)

(menacing music continues)

(punk thuds)

(neck snaps)

(menacing music fades)

- Those fucking assholes.

Sasha needs to check herself.

I know she's sprung for Deputy Derpie.

You saw how she was looking at him.

- You know what we should do, Lauren?

We don't need those guys.

We've got six bullets

and flashlights on our phones.

- I know I talk big game sometimes,

but I'm not fucking stupid.

- Oh, what, you're scared now?

We can just look in the woods over there.

What?

You're gonna go back to the motel room?

You know they're fucking right now.

Not gonna lie,

your girl really needs the engagement on social media.

(Lauren sighs)

- Fuck it, we ball.

(Cassie heavily breathing)

(creatures howling)

- I didn't think it'd be this dark out here.

It's cold as shit too.

- It's the middle of the night in the fucking woods.

What do you expect?

(Cassie scoffs)

Drink another beer and shut up.

It'll warm you up.

(leaves rustling)

You hear that?

(footsteps shuffling)

- Lauren?

Lauren?

Don't leave me, bitch! (heavily breathing)

Lauren, come back.

I don't where the motel is.

I'm scared.

(frogs croaking)

(gun fires) (Cassie gasps)

Lauren!

(gun firing) (Cassie whimpering)

(Cassie whimpers)

Lauren!

(frogs croaking)

Lauren!

(gun fires) (Cassie crying)

(tense music) (Cassie crying)

- Oh my god, Cassie.

What happened?

Did you see him?

He started running this way and I just started shooting.

(Cassie crying)

(menacing music) (Cassie crying)

- No. No, no. (crying)

(menacing music) (gun fires)

(Cassie crying)

(gun clicks)

(menacing music continues) (Cassie crying)

- Come on, Cassie. We gotta go.

Come on. - Fuck you. You shot me.

- [Cassie] Get off.

It hurts. It hurts.

You shot me.

Why would you shoot me? - Come on.

It's going down, damn it.

I thought you love me. I thought we were best friends.

Come on. (faintly speaking)

(tense music)

(Lauren coughing)

(tense music)

(flesh squelches)

(Cassie gasps)

(menacing music)

(Cassie whimpering)

- No, please. No, please.

I don't wanna die.

(skull smashes)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(vehicle engine revving)

(footsteps shuffling)

- You wanna try 'em again?

- They're not gonna pick up.

They probably just got fed up with me

and went back to the house.

I would do too if I were them.

I'm so stupid.

- You in therapy, Sasha?

- Why? Because I'm trying to help a murderer?

- No, 'cause you kinda hate yourself.

I mean, I get it, but I don't.

- Violence and, and cruelty,

they just like to follow me everywhere I go:

my parents, my, my past relationships,

everyone ever close to me.

I need to do something to break that cycle.

I, I, I, I have to try.

Otherwise, what's the point?

Just, just keep passing it along?

I, I don't want that.

- Sometimes it's justified.

Sometimes killing is justified.

It's justified right now,

and you don't have to feel bad about it.

- Is that what you told yourself

when you beat your suspect?

- He was guilty, Sasha.

I knew it.

I knew it in my bones.

I, I couldn't just let him go.

I mean, what if someone else got hurt because I let him walk?

Wouldn't you feel responsible?

Every good intention in the world is just that,

a good intention.

- You're not gonna change my mind.

I'm still gonna try.

- Yeah, I know.

But I can try too.

(car engine revving)

♪ Is this even real ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ And baby, tell me ♪

♪ Do you wanna go ♪

♪ If you do, then let me know ♪

♪ If you do, then let me know ♪

(jogger screams)

- What is it?

- Get dressed. We're leaving.

Come on.

(thrilling music)

(thrilling music continues)

- Oh my god. (heavily breathing)

- We need to find him and kill him immediately.

Do you understand?

Do you get it yet, Sasha?

(Sasha heavily breathing) (thrilling music)

(objects clattering) (suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

- Pay attention!

You have to understand

that you don't look like the other children,

so you have to work harder.

It's not your fault that you look so hideous.

(suspenseful music)

(tense music)

- I don't know why you're making me do this, Sasha.

You're making your poor mother sick!

- Did you soil yourself?

(tense music)

Eat!

- Why do you have to be so goddamn stupid?

All you've ever been is a burden on this family.

- Clean it up.

Clean it. (blow thuds) - Now look what's happened.

- Clean it up. - I gotta take care of you

and all your shit!

- Goddamn it!

(Theodore crying)

(tense music)

- Now, get outta here!

- Sasha.

Sasha, hey, snap out of it.

Hey, Sasha, come on. Eat this.

- I'm not hungry.

- Force yourself, then.

You haven't had anything to eat since the farmhouse.

Hey, come on. What is it with you?

- Lauren and I were supposed to go

to a concert this weekend.

- A concert, huh?

Why don't you tell me about it?

- Lauren and Cassie were supposed to go,

but Cassie gave me her ticket,

said I was working too hard on my documentary,

I needed a break.

I hadn't been out of the house in weeks.

(birds chirping)

- [Dante] Who were you gonna go see?

- Taylor Swift.

- Oh.

- You wanna be my date?

I still got the tickets in my pocket.

- Taylor Swift, huh? (chuckles)

(birds cawing)

I don't know. I'm gonna have to ask my rabbit friend.

We have plans to watch the big game in his den.

All the carrots I can eat.

(birds chirping) (foliage rustling)

(Dante heavily breathing)

(Dante continues heavily breathing)

We need to rest.

- [Sasha] I know

- Here. Come on.

(foliage rustling)

I'll take first watch.

(birds chirping)

- You sure?

- Yeah. I'll wake you in a couple hours.

(birds cawing)

(disquieting music)

(disquieting music continues)

(disquieting music continues)

(disquieting music continues)

- Hello, Sasha.

- Hi.

- [Ted] Are you ready?

- For what?

- Our date's, silly.

You said 1:00 PM sharp.

Here I am.

- I, I know who you are.

- You do, do you?

So what are you gonna do about that then?

(disquieting music)

- I'm not afraid of you.

- I appreciate the gesture, Sasha.

But are you sure you wanna this?

Do you know what you're doing?

- I know you won't hurt me.

- Are you sure about that?

I like to kill people, Sasha.

I'm not trying to right some horrible wrong

or undo some childhood injustice.

I like to hurt people,

especially women,

vulnerable women,

ones exactly like you.

It makes me feel good.

(disquieting music)

- You just don't know any other way.

I, I, I can help you.

(disquieting music)

- You stupid fucking cunt.

(Sasha groans)

(Ted grunts)

(Sasha groans)

(gloomy music)

(gloomy music continues)

(gloomy music continues)

(frogs croaking) (insects chirping)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tender music)

(tender music continues)

(tender music continues)

(Sasha screams)

(tense music)

(gun fires)

- No, stop. Stop!

- Goddamn it.

Did he hurt you?

Are you okay? Come on.

- No, I can't. - I'm not leaving you here.

Come on. - No.

Come on.

- [Sasha] I can't keep up you, Dante.

- [Dante] Come on. (Sasha crying)

- My ankle. (whimpering)

My ankle.

No, Dante! No, stop!

No! (groaning)

- [Dante] This is all your fault, you know!

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(door clatters)

(ominous music) (footsteps shuffling)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(objects squeaking and clattering)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(object whirs) (guns fires)

(gun fires)

(ominous music)

(objects rattling) (gun fires)

(objects scraping) (gun firing)

(gun clicking)

(objects clattering)

(menacing music)

(Dante groaning)

(Dante groaning) (menacing music)

(Dante straining) (menacing music)

(Dante continues straining) (menacing music continues)

(neck snaps)

(Dante thuds)

(gloomy music)

(gloomy music)

(gloomy music)

(blows thudding) (flesh squelching)

(blows continue thudding)

(objects clatter)

(menacing music)

(insects chirping)

(Sasha groaning)

(menacing music)

(Sasha groans and pants)

(Sasha groans)

(Sasha panting)

(Sasha groans)

(menacing music)

(Sasha panting)

(menacing music)

(Sasha groaning)

(Sasha panting)

(Sasha groaning)

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- [Evan] So you just saw this mutant rabbit man

as some sort of charity case?

You weren't worried about your own safety?

- I was at first,

and I'm still ashamed of it.

- Okay.

And you still haven't told the police anything?

- Not that they would believe me anyway, but no.

- What did you do when you heard Dante die?

I mean, what happened?

(crowd chattering)

- Why don't we save that for the sequel, Evan?

- Uh, okay.

Sasha, thank you so much for your time.

Um, I'm going to talk to my producing partner

about fast-tracking this episode.

Uh, If I could get you on the phone sometime next week,

I would love to discuss details,

if you're available.

- I'll let you know.

- Whatever happened to your documentary?

I would love to use some clips from my episode,

of course, with, with your permission. (chuckles)

- I don't know what Catherine did with all the footage.

(patron laughing)

She probably destroyed it

or buried it with Emily and the others.

(Evan chuckles)

- Well, do you have an address? (chuckles)

I would love to take a team down there to investigate.

You know, my partner actually has a,

a true crime show over on YouTube, and, you know,

we can make a whole episode about this.

You know, we can even get a major streaming service

to pick it up if-

- I don't think so, Evan.

I'll, I'll see you around.

I hope your show is successful.

(patron laughs)

- Thank you so much, Sasha.

Appreciate it.

"Hope your show is successful." (scoffs)

It already is.

Fucking bitch.

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Hey.

Yeah, yeah, I'm just leaving the interview right now.

Dude, I think this woman actually believes

her own fucking bullshit. (chuckles) I mean, it doesn't really matter, though.

We are going to get a fuck-ton of engagement

on this episode.

It's gonna be fucking awesome for the podcast, dude.

(Evan chuckles)

Yeah, no, I mean, it, it went smooth,

other than the part where she, you know, like,

walked out.

But I don't care. You could squeeze a whole season out of her.

I mean, she is crazy. (chuckles)

Yeah, dude.

She, she was, like, limping around, like, ew,

a little dramatic, don't you think?

I don't know.

Yeah, I don't know.

She's, she's a bit crazy, but whatever.

I guess worse things have happened.

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