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[eerie music]

[tense orchestral music]

[suspenseful music]

[slow ambient music]

[peaceful orchestral music]

[timer ticking]

[phone ringing]

- [sighs] Brent, hi.

- Hannah.

How are things? - Good, good.

I'm just about to pull a loaf out the oven.

- Sounds delicious.

- Hopefully.

- Look, I just wanted to say

how much client loved your latest photographs

for the website.

I mean, it's not easy making processed cheese

look, you know, that good.

But I would love to see what you can do with a shredded variety.

- Sure.

Thanks. - You have a gift.

[chuckles]

- And so, while I'm still happy to take stills,

I've just been wondering maybe my talents are better used--

- Your cookbook proposal, yeah.

Hannah...

we had a look.

But, well, it's just we feel it's missing that thing.

That certain je ne sais quoi.

- OK.

- You know, that-- that crowning piece

that takes something from good

to fan-fucking-tastic!

Yeah?

- Brent, I've worked--

I've obsessed about this for years.

- Hannah, it is a no for now.

But don't lose heart.

Our winter deadline's coming up.

Could you get us the next draft within the week?

- Brent, that's really short notice.

Maybe I could-- [phone ringing]

- I've gotta--I gotta-- I--I--I got a call.

Hello. Brent.

- Brent.

- [whispers] Thanks, mate. We'll work this out.

[Hannah sighs] Go. It's Brent.

[computer chimes]

[smoke alarm beeping]

[bread thuds]

[suspenseful music]

- Evan.

- Hannah.

[tense music]

[siren wailing]

[tense piano music]

- Doomed love.

A relationship strangled.

Was this a horrific accident

or carefully planned crime of retaliation?

Mr. Cunningham alerted authorities about the stabbing

of his wife and friends.

However, traces of poison

have been found on the victim's food.

Perhaps Cunningham has always been rotten to the core.

I am Bongani Skosana, and you're following the story

of the Rat Scratch Killer.

Only on "Murderer's Catch."

- Oof. Well, that was underwhelming.

- You're underwhelming. - Ooh.

Gotta admit though, it's not exactly original.

- Sure.

The execution is a bit sloppy.

But then it's not about originality, is it?

It's about intention.

I'd say she had it coming.

- Isn't it, like, anti-feminist to be against the victim?

Whatever.

- What, you don't think women can be dicks, too?

- Oh, no. They can definitely be dicks.

I have firsthand experience with that.

- [scoffs] - Yeah.

[silverware clicking]

- Oh, don't worry about that. I'll put it in the dishwasher.

- If only Cunningham had a dishwasher.

I also got to give the dude credit.

I mean, he did invite his lifelong friends over

for a dinner and then poisoned them all right there.

Something clever about that.

- Mm-hmm.

- What's wrong?

- [sighs] I'm just struggling a bit.

Work stuff.

- Your photo gig. How's that going?

- Evan, it's not a gig. I actually work there.

- Cool.

- Anyway, I've been sending them

some ideas for my cookbook, and they say that they like it,

but they think that it's not good enough.

- Mm, I wouldn't worry too much about that, Han.

There's lots of stuff out there you can still try.

What I mean is, like,

do you remember when you tried to take portraits for a living?

That didn't work out.

But you didn't throw away your camera.

Instead, you found you were just better at food

than you were with people.

And now look at you.

It's like what you were saying about Cunningham.

It's about the intention, not the execution.

Look, all I'm saying

is that your heart's in the right place, OK?

Can't that be enough?

- Forget it.

It's getting late.

[soft dramatic music]

[insects chirping]

You're a good friend, Evan.

Till next time?

- I'll text you.

- Mm-hmm.

[suspenseful music]

[lens clicking]

[camera shutter clicks]

[echoing indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

[knock at door]

[knock at door]

Jeez, I'm coming.

[knock at door]

- Please open.

I'm gonna pee.

Finally. - Oh.

- You wouldn't believe what kind of morning I just had.

I come to my new place, there's no water,

my spare key broke inside the lock,

and I swear something died in my front door

because the smell is just, ugh, gross.

[Hannah sighs]

This is the third door I've tried.

I really can't take it anymore. I'm about to explode.

Oh, my God. You're gorgeous, aren't you?

- Oh. [chuckles] Um, listen--

- Hold that thought.

Can I please come inside and use your restroom?

- Um--[sighs] I don't know.

I'm--I'm kind of busy right now. - Really?

Girl, we're neighbors.

I'm literally around the corner on the right.

60.

[Hannah sighs] I'm in need, girl.

In need.

- Oh, OK, come inside.

- Thank you.

- Oh, no, downstairs. Downstairs!

- Oh, oh.

Ooh, nice place. [Hannah chuckles]

- Um, it's to the left over there.

- Oh. - Over there.

- Got it. Thanks!

[door closes] [Hannah chuckles]

[toilet flushing]

Oh, so much better.

Hi, I'm Blaire.

- OK.

Right. I'm Hannah.

- Hannah. That's a beautiful name.

- Is there anything else you need?

- [sighs] I took one of these.

Sorry.

It's one more thing that got lost in the move.

- Sure.

- Oh, OK.

- So those three trucks yesterday, that was you?

Seems a lot for one person.

- Guilty. I'm a fashion designer.

- I can see that.

- Yep.

Lots of clothes.

- Right. Um, anything else?

- Actually, I see you have a studio there.

You should take pictures of my designs sometime.

- Oh-- - I'll pay you, of course.

- I take pictures of food mostly.

- Oh, OK.

[tense music]

- You know what?

That sounds like fun. Let's do that sometime.

- OK, cool.

Um, do you need my info, handles?

- I think I know where to find you.

Apartment 60.

- 60 indeed. [chuckles]

[Hannah chuckles]

OK, cool. - OK.

[Blaire chuckles]

[suspenseful music]

[timer ticking]

[tense musical crescendo]

[timer ringing]

[soft suspenseful music]

- Chapter 4, my encounter with the hunter.

I know the hunter has found me,

my mysterious pursuer,

and still, something was eerily familiar.

Underneath that mask, our eyes driven with passion.

Was it lust?

Was it rage?

I barely had time to ponder the answer before I felt--

[whirring]

[sizzling]

[phone buzzing]

- Hello?

- It was June 17th, 1982.

Hannah May was in her apartment all alone.

- It's open.

[door opens]

You're late. - Or so she thought.

Little did she know there was a man inside her apartment

with ill intent.

- Oh, really?

- He carried with him the weight of a day stressful

and a case of red rum, red rum, red rum.

Well, it's more like fermented grapes.

- OK.

You'd make a lousy killer,

but at least you have good taste.

[soft upbeat jazz music]

- It's still hard to talk about,

seeing photos of the victims.

- Hey, phones off during family time.

- Sorry, I'm just looking for someone online.

- Someone?

- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[Hannah sighs]

- I was determined to find him.

This cycle must come to an end.

The next stop took me back to the village.

- Is there more wine left?

- Mm, should be.

- But I knew that there were details.

- Please. You're such a good host.

- Fine.

- I checked everywhere.

I checked every suit, every piece of furniture,

every piece of silverware, every box in the attic.

Actually, nothing.

I was giving up hope.

It struck me--

- As his strength raised me up from the ground,

I felt the heat from his breath tickle my skin

as his thick, strong hands held my soft neck.

- Hey, that's mine.

- I was just checking the time.

- It's going to make me think twice about checking my mail.

- You're acting weird.

- I'm acting weird? - Yeah.

- It's the first time you haven't even been interested

in "Murderer's Catch."

I think you're acting weird.

- [sighs] I'm just bored with this episode, I think.

Aren't you?

- Why don't we do something else?

- What do you have in mind?

- Sit.

- What are you doing?

- Just relax. It's just a game, OK?

Sit.

Good. Close your eyes.

[chuckling] Close your eyes.

[deep voice] It was a dark winter's night.

The flicker of a single candle is the only source of light.

- OK.

- The newspaper tells of a mysterious killer.

- [laughing] Evan, what is this?

- [chuckling] Relax. Jeez.

Relax. [Hannah sighs]

Right.

Killer on the loose.

He's just killed his tenth victim.

- She.

- What?

- She's just killed her 10th victim.

- OK.

She.

[soft suspenseful music]

Her weapon of choice...

- A chef's knife.

- OK, am I telling the story, or are you?

- [chuckles] Sorry.

- Chef's, chef's.

[banging]

A young woman home alone.

And she maybe forgotten to lock her door.

- Her name?

- Uh...

Lana--no.

Susana.

- Blaire.

- Blaire?

OK.

Blaire had forgotten to lock her door.

And the Meat Mallet Murderer

could be heard walking up the stairs.

She knew she should run, but she couldn't.

She was utterly...

hopelessly...

helpless.

- Evan--

- And right before that final blow...

- Mm.

- She looked up to see the Meat Mallet Murderer...

- Evan-- - Right above her.

- Evan.

- Mallet in his hand about to come down

and--

- I'd do it differently.

- Oh?

- Yeah. You be Blaire.

Sit down.

- Wait, you want me to be--

OK.

OK, OK. [clears throat]

So is Blaire like a--

is she like a naughty girl or--

- On the contrary.

[soft suspenseful music]

The Chef had never been caught.

She knew how to hide in plain sight.

- OK, The Chef. I like it.

- They were...friends?

Maybe more.

[soft suspenseful music]

She was invited to dinner.

[words echoing] To dinner.

But the host had a secret of her own.

The secret of her food.

Every bite,

every flavor,

Blaire was captivated from her first bite to her last.

[words echoing] To her last. To her last.

To her last.

Blinded by her desires.

[word echoing] The best--

The best had yet to come.

[word echoing] Had yet to come.

And as she leaned in with a kiss...

- Uh, Hannah--[sighs]

You're--you're-- you're good at this.

Um, Hannah.

Hannah.

- So what do you think?

- It's a little real.

[chuckles] You could have nicked me.

- Oh. I mean, you seemed really into it.

- Well, I didn't know how kinky you were until--

- I felt that--

- Evan, what the hell?

- Hey, look, if you don't want anyone getting into your phone,

don't leave it lying around without a password.

- What? - Oh, come on.

You can't be angry with me.

At least I told you.

Look.

I feel bad and I said I'm sorry, OK?

- No, it's fine.

Look, I'm sorry. You just--it felt like you--

- No, it's OK.

- [scoffs] Right.

- I'm gonna-- I'm gonna get going.

- Yeah.

- I'll see you Monday for another murder mystery?

- Sure.

- Yeah.

[tense music]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[tense music]

[Hannah groans and sighs]

[knife clatters]

[knock at door]

- I bet you thought you'd never see me again.

- What this time?

- As it turns out, your 60 neighbor needs your help again.

My showerhead's bust, and I thought I'd use yours.

- And this? - Oh, yeah.

This is payment with interest.

- [chuckles] Come inside.

[shower pattering]

[Blaire humming]

[water shuts off]

- Oh, my gosh, that was so refreshing.

You are a literal lifesaver.

- Oh. [chuckles] No problem.

- Well, it was nice seeing you again.

- Is it too much to ask for a coffee?

- Oh, sorry, I overstepped.

- No, no, no, not at all.

- I can get a bit ahead of myself sometimes.

It's really nice to see you.

And thanks for today. I appreciate it.

- Any time.

- See you around? - OK.

Hey, um, why don't you come by later,

and we can take those photos?

I'll leave the gear out.

I insist.

[pop music playing]

You look really pretty. - Oh, thanks.

- Um, so I was wondering. - Yeah?

- I have this recipe that I really need to try out

for my new cookbook, and I need an unbiased critic.

- You're a cookbook author?

That is seriously cool. [chuckles]

- Well, I mean, not yet.

- That makes sense.

You got that whole chef-y look to you.

- A what?

- I'm free tomorrow night.

Besides, I'll never turn down good food,

and you're helping me with this,

so count me in.

- Thanks.

One more time. Let me just catch it.

One, two, three, go.

[upbeat synth pop music]

- [singer] It's been a while

I know I haven't been a good friend to you

Oh, it's been a while I held you

Maybe we can hit refresh

Wanna take a breath

Run it back

Searching high and he's so electric

Run it back

To the beat of the great unknown

Just pick it up, 'cause here we go

- Oh, you make me look so beautiful.

[Hannah chuckles] Oh, that's a hard job.

And now it's your turn.

- What? - I have something for you.

- Oh, no, no. - Yes.

- No, I stay on this side of the lens.

I'm-- - This, beautiful.

Wow, look at that.

- Mm-hmm.

- OK, come on, give me some more passion.

[both chuckle] - Sorry, I don't know.

I just--can we just stop now?

- No, no, no. Come on, come on.

Just trust me, OK?

We'll get this.

You got to focus more on your--

on your body and less on your face.

Yeah. Lean into your--that's it.

OK, so gotta also breathe.

[both chuckle]

May I?

- Yeah.

- OK.

Fill your lungs.

That's it.

[peaceful music]

That's it.

Now trust that your leg will hold you.

There we go. [camera shutter clicking]

There she goes. Nice.

[laughs] That's it.

[laughter]

Stunning. I love it. It's beautiful.

- OK, but I mean, honestly you're

just a better model than I am.

I mean. - OK, I won't contest that.

[chuckles] Let me show you how it's done.

- Yeah.

[slow dramatic music]

[camera shutter clicking]

[knock at door]

[Hannah gasps] - Han.

Hey, it's unlocked.

- Hey.

Hi.

- Wow.

You look amazing. [Hanna chuckles]

- Um-- - What's--what's going on here?

Is this a little crime scene setup for tonight?

- This is-- this is my neighbor.

She moved in next door.

I'm so sorry. I forgot about dinner tonight.

- Hi. I'm Blaire.

- Blaire. - Mm-hmm.

- Blaire.

Well, yeah.

Hannah's told me a lot about you.

- Oh, really?

- Is this some kind of--

'cause I can really get into this.

[fist thuds]

- Well, we were just finishing up, right, Hannah?

And you'll send me the invoices with the photos and all of that?

- Oh, yes. Sure.

Oh, I've got--

- Keep it, please.

He's right.

You do look amazing. [chuckles softly]

- Thanks.

Um, dinner tomorrow night?

- Oh, OK. Sure.

That'd be nice.

It's--it's nice to meet you.

- You, too. - Mm-hmm.

- Am I losing my touch? She didn't even ask my name.

[door opens and closes]

What?

What was that about?

- One really should get to know their victim, don't you think?

- So she is in on the game?

- What game?

- Right.

Actually, I have a gift for you.

- I'll open it later.

[ticking]

No, Evan, that's not for tonight.

- Doesn't even cut though.

- Yeah, no, it's a baguette-style bread that's

really hard on the surface and takes very long to make.

You have to, like, wet it and heat it.

And if you don't do this and just

put it straight in the oven, it becomes very hard.

- So I can't eat it?

[soft suspenseful music]

Reconnaissance. Right?

What you were doing earlier with Blaire?

- Straight into it, huh?

I've been thinking about the other night a lot.

- What is her vibe like?

What's her thing? Is she--is she involved?

Is she kind of, like, part of a kink community?

What--what's going on there?

- Blaire? - Yeah.

- No, of course not.

- So she doesn't know about this?

- Obviously not, Evan.

- Don't you think that's a little strange?

- What murderer warns her victim beforehand?

- OK.

So I was thinking

the Chef's Knife Killer needs

a partner in crime.

- What makes you think she needs an accomplice?

- Oh, I just think that there's a few holes in her approach.

- Holes? - Mm-hmm.

- Like what?

- Like how she's gonna get away with it.

What she's gonna do with the murder weapon,

how she's gonna get rid of the body.

Creating an alibi.

- OK.

So let's hear it, Mr. Accomplice.

- Actually, they are more like partners in this case.

The Chef's Knife Killer and Hollywood unite

for the ultimate kill.

- Hollywood?

- Hey, shut up, OK?

I am setting the scene this time.

- Mm-hmm.

- [deep voice] They'd been planning this kill for months,

and the Chef had spent the day getting to know Blaire,

photographing her entirely, every angle, every curve.

And she has a great ass, by the way.

[soft suspenseful music]

She gathered as much info as she could

like her profession, which was--

- She's a fashion designer.

- OK, so she's full of herself.

- She's quite unassuming, actually.

- It didn't matter to Hollywood or to the Chef.

They knew they could use her arrogance against her.

She would be so focused on herself

that she could never see what was coming.

But what did the Chef see in Blaire?

And more importantly, why didn't she tell her partner?

- Perhaps the Chef was so used to working as a solo act

that she needed to know that she could trust him.

- OK.

Maybe Hollywood first needed to prove himself.

My proposal is

what we do after the Chef's had a meal.

- Oh.

- I mean, Hollywood's contribution

would be his focus.

His strength.

His body.

- You're talking about--

- Bodily disposal options, of course.

- Of course. - Yeah.

[Hannah chuckles

- Come on.

I'm just trying to brainstorm here.

Get on board.

- How ever will we get away with this, Mr. Hollywood?

- You're gonna be thanking me later.

- If you say so.

- I'll get us started.

Woodchipper.

- Terrible idea.

It's so messy.

- Excuse you.

There are no terrible ideas here.

- I disagree.

That is a terrible idea.

- OK.

Burning, then.

- Few cons come to mind. - Such as?

- Bad smell.

Black smoke.

Difficult to hide from the neighbors.

Plus the amount of fossil fuels used to burn just one body

is absolutely ridiculous.

- I'm sorry, Hannah.

We're trying to figure out how to dispose of a body.

Is the Chef really worried about the environment?

- I'm a murderer, not a monster.

[pen thumps on table]

- Are you just gonna shoot down all my ideas,

or are you gonna get on board at some point?

- OK, Mr. Hollywood.

What about burying them in a forest?

- If movies have taught us anything,

that is a terrible idea.

- Except I don't know if you remember that documentary

that we watched where the killer buried a body ten feet down

and then a dog four feet above that.

- What kind of a monster murders a dog?

- [whimpers]

- Yeah. Humans disgust me.

- Yeah. Next.

- What if we reused a grave?

[tense music]

- Actually, that's--

that's really good.

It's effective, it's environmentally conscious,

and there's a remote graveyard just down the road from here.

You are gonna need some muscle, though.

- I'd leave that up to Hollywood.

- Through the adrenaline of planning the perfect kill,

the Chef and Hollywood were forming a bond.

A romance.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Oh, she would deny it, but he could see it.

It was there in the gleam of her eyes,

the quiet passion.

[phone buzzing]

- It's the publishers.

Brent, hi.

- Hi.

Uh, I got your last submission.

And the book's not a write-off, but it's just--

- Don't tell me that it lacks passion, Brent.

- We need something that shows us

the real you, what makes you special,

a meal only you could make.

Look, I hate to be the one to break this to you,

but we are looking at another author.

- What? - Hannah, we spoke--

- No just-- just give me until Friday.

- We have a deadline. - Please.

[Brent sighs]

- OK, until Friday, OK? But I'll be honest.

It needs to be something--

- It will.

I--[sighs] I'm going to have something incredible.

[line clicks]

[soft suspenseful music]

- Are we gonna talk about what just happened?

Hello.

[Evan scoffs]

You do this every time.

You string me along, and then you leave me dry.

- No, that's not what's happening.

- That's exactly what's happening.

- I've always been honest.

Ev, you're the one that's jumping to conclusions.

- I am the one who is always coming over,

always putting up with whatever it is

you want to make that night,

watching whatever you want to watch.

I'm even playing this childish game.

Don't you think I deserve a little something in return?

- I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression.

- Don't--don't do that.

Don't pretend like there's nothing there.

It's patronizing.

[Evan sighs]

[peaceful music]

- You know what? You're right.

There is something between us.

It just might not be what you think.

- Explain it to me.

- No, I can't.

Well, at least not yet.

And there's still so much to do.

- You still wanna play this game?

- It's not a game, Evan.

- Relax. You don't have to get emotional, OK?

We're just playing.

We are just playing, right?

[soft suspenseful music]

[Evan scoffs]

No, you're-- you're not serious.

♪ ♪

- Everything in my life...

everyone...

[tense somber music]

It's all so suffocating.

You all see me as this banal waste of talent.

But I can do this.

I can do something special.

I can be someone special.

- OK, but Hannah, this is not you.

You can't do that.

- And you know me so well.

- I do.

I do because I care about you.

I--I know what you need, and it's not this.

You need someone to care for you.

Someone who sees what I see.

- And what is it that you see, Evan?

- That we'd be fucking great together.

You know...

I just poured my heart out to you,

and you have nothing to say?

[tense music]

Let me make it easier for you.

Do you have feelings for me?

- Evan, I-- - Come on.

Just say it.

- If you really cared about me,

you would just hear me out

and you'd see why I have to do this.

- No, no, no, no, no. Well, this isn't funny anymore.

OK? Stop ruining a good evening.

- Let's just sit down and I'll explain.

- No, no, no, no, no, I--

I'm done.

I'm out.

- Evan.

- Why don't I just go over to your girlfriend next door

and explain to her how you're also playing her, too, then?

- Just--just take it easy.

- You fucking--

- Why couldn't you just be on my side, Hollywood?

[ominous music]

[tense orchestral music]

Sunlight peered through the windows.

Finally, it had arrived.

The morning before the dinner.

[somber music]

- Hannah.

- Hollywood had finally come to,

but he didn't know if he had drank too much.

Last night was a blur.

- Stop.

What the hell is this?

Fuck.

Come on, come on. [strains]

- Hey.

What's wrong?

- I just--I don't--I don't know what's happening anymore.

Is--is this still a game?

Is this real? I don't know.

- Maybe it's a real game.

- [nervous laugh] OK.

Um--[clears throat]

So, Chef-- - Mm-hmm?

- 'Twas the morning, and Hollywood desperately,

hopelessly desired the tranquility of a drink.

- I think Chef can oblige.

[Evan sighs]

Oh, come on. You can't be serious.

- Chef doesn't know if she can trust Hollywood just yet.

- [chuckles] Um...

what does Hollywood need to do to regain her trust?

- Well,

we can continue discussing the dinner.

- [sighs] OK, OK. So this is about Blaire.

[Evan chuckles]

You still know this is crazy though, right?

I mean, this is--

- Can I show you something?

What are your thoughts?

[tense music]

- Wow. Very cool.

Um--[nervous chuckle]

It's bread.

[timer rings] - [chuckles] Immaculate timing.

This is my own invention.

- Oh, I recognize that guy.

- Do you?

Tonight's gonna be the test.

And if I get this right-- [chuckles]

- Hannah, what are you doing?

- Well, I still need a cover for my book,

and Brent suggests that I do something that only I can make.

- OK, I think I see it now.

- What do you see?

- This is just a cry for attention.

- Mmm.

- Hannah, I have been always willing

to give you that attention, but if you want to continue playing,

you have to admit something first.

- What's that? - Oh, I think you know.

- Enlighten me.

- You have feelings for me.

- I think I'll open your gift now.

- Um, actually, you know what?

I wouldn't worry about that because I think--

I was gonna return it and it's just a--

it's--it's-- it's not relevant anymore.

Fuck.

- [gasps] Hollywood.

[Evan chuckles weakly]

- It's beautiful.

[sighs]

Maybe I'll use her at dinner tonight.

- Don't you think that's gonna be a little bit messy though?

- Evan, it's not like I'm actually gonna cut her throat.

- Oh, thank fuck.

- But if I did, is that what this is for?

Or--what is this?

- It's a drop cloth for the body, I guess.

- And this is the one you went with?

- It's a fucking beeswax sustainable non-permeable top.

Hannah, what more do you want from me?

- You know what? It's sweet.

Thank you. - Cool.

- Would you like to see the menu?

[suspenseful music]

- Smells enticing.

- Mmm. This is my starter.

Mmm. - Mmm.

- It is a messy tomato soup with chopped spring onions

marinated in a delicious broth.

- Well done. [Hannah chuckles]

I'm sure it's great. It's--I don't--

OK, OK, I'll try some.

- Too late.

- I'm so hungry.

- You'll be fine.

- Where did you even learn to spike a drink like that?

- My ex-boyfriend, actually.

- When you say ex,

you mean like he's not in the picture, right?

What's in that one?

- This chicken curry with basmati rice,

this is my main course,

and I've made something special on the side.

Allow me to present.

- Oh, my God. Poppadoms.

[tense music]

Oh, my God. God, that's good.

Mmm.

- Personally, I kind of still prefer baking.

Which leads me to--

- Dessert, right?

- Something like that.

- You know, I-- I could lay the table.

I could do the dishes.

Anything you need.

- Oh, Evan.

You've already done so much.

I could never have done this alone.

So...

what do you think?

- What do I think? - Mm.

What?

- [chuckling] You know what I think?

- [chuckling] Tell me.

- I--I don't see it, all right?

I--I don't see a killer.

Is that what you're wearing?

- [scoffs] What do you mean?

- I mean, if you were gonna try and impress me, then--

I mean Blaire--

if you were gonna try and impress Blaire,

then don't you think you'd entice her

with a little bit more than this?

- Hold on.

One minute.

[suspenseful music]

So I was thinking--

- Mm-hmm.

- People are more vulnerable when they're aroused, right?

- I am-- definitely agree with that.

- And Blaire, she obviously likes me.

- [clears throat] What--what's not to like?

[Evan sighs]

- What do you think?

- Oh, many things.

Are we doing this? Is this--this real?

- Thanks for believing in me, Hollywood.

- I mean it-- I mean us.

We doing this?

- Do you wanna see where you're gonna be stationed?

[tense music]

Are you gonna cooperate, or am I gonna need to persuade you?

- OK, that's quite tight.

Impressive, really.

[soft suspenseful music]

- All right. Everything is all set.

Oh, one more thing.

- What's--what's that now?

- Oh, can't have you making any noise, can I?

- Uh, there's no need for that.

- No, you'll be able to hear everything.

- No, I'm OK. I said I won't say--

no, no, no, I don't want--mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

- Work with me, Hollywood.

- [muffled speech]

- Don't give me that look.

- [muffled speech]

- If you blow this and we get caught,

you're an accomplice, remember?

It's best that I handle everything from here on out.

OK? - [muffled speech]

[muffled speech]

[muffled speech]

[suspenseful music]

[peaceful music]

[footsteps]

- Hello. - Hi.

- Don't I owe you the housewarming gift.

- Well, I noticed that you like your houseplants, so I had to.

- Thank you. - Cool.

- After you.

- Oh, my God, Hannah, it looks amazing.

- It's too much, isn't it?

- It's perfect.

- Can I get you a drink?

- Oh, yes, please.

It's been such a stressful week.

- [chuckles] Something red?

- Definitely red.

[classical piano music playing]

[both chuckle] - Um, I'm really proud of this.

I'm hoping to use it for my cookbook cover,

so that's why I've got the camera set up.

- Oh.

- Mm.

- You finished your book?

Hannah, that's-- that's amazing.

- Well, I mean, let's see.

The publishers are still giving me hell for it,

but I feel like I found the missing piece.

- Which is?

- It's a surprise.

- I love it.

But where--where do you go?

- Oh, no.

Um--[laughs]

I'm just gonna let the work speak for itself so--

- But, of course, the food looks amazing,

but don't you think people want to see who the Chef is?

- Um, oh.

Um, you left in such a hurry yesterday,

I didn't get a chance to show you the pictures.

- Oh, my gosh. - You want to see them?

- Yes, please.

Oh, wow.

I'm hot. [laughter]

I mean, it's obviously your mad skills, too.

- No, you look amazing.

I'd buy these dresses any day.

- Oh, look at that one.

- Mm. - Look at that one.

- Do you wanna see my favorites?

- OK.

Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's terrible.

- What? - No.

- Blaire! - No, no, no.

I--I like this one.

- OK, yeah. No, you look stunning in this one.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

- Oh, my God.

[classical music playing]

[laughter] - That can't be right.

- No, honestly, if I wasn't there,

he would have choked to death.

- Oh, lucky him.

- I mean, he's no longer with us, but, yeah.

- Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

- No. No, no, please. He was toxic and horrible.

Look, it's fine.

- So what happened to him?

- He's--pfft.

Rotting for all I care.

- Reminds me of one of my exes. - Oh, yeah?

- It started out so well and then--

forget it.

It's fine.

- No, I mean, you don't have to share.

The past is the past.

I never look back.

- Well, I try to learn from each relationship.

Thought she was a keeper, you know?

[loud thump and glass rattling]

- [groans] Oh, my god.

[muffled speech]

- But at some point, I had to come to terms with the fact

that the relationship was weighing on me.

I just kept trying to work on it, but it just--

it felt, um--

uh--

- Suffocating.

- Yeah.

[wall thumps]

But, you know, then I learned the importance

of boundaries and expressing your needs and all of that.

[wall thumps]

And if the needs aren't met, then--

[wall thumps]

[glass shatters]

[tense musical crescendo]

- Oh, shit. - Oh, my God.

You know what-- do you have a first aid kit?

- Um, yes, it's in the--the-- the third--third drawer.

The cupboard, next cupboard. - OK.

[tense music]

What were you doing?

- I--must have slipped or something.

- Oh, my gosh. You're such an idiot.

Well, luckily, it's not that deep.

- Thanks. - Just push it in there.

- Oof.

- OK. - Thanks.

- Wow.

Ooh, ooh. [sighs]

- Are you OK?

- Yeah, I just get a bit woozy at the sight of blood.

- Oh.

- Yeah. [clears throat]

So where were we?

- I think we were talking about our exes?

- [chuckles] Oh, God.

Um...

Are you seeing anyone?

- Not at the moment, no.

- What about that guy who came by yesterday?

- Evan?

I mean, you saw him, right?

- Well, I saw the way he looked at you like a piece of meat.

- He's just a friend.

Actually, a friend might be a strong word.

He is completely obsessed with me.

He won't leave me alone.

He's kind of like a stray cat that just shows up at my door.

- So why do you put up with him?

- Oddly, he's a really good motivator.

- So you're single then?

- [chuckles] I am.

What?

- There's something on your face.

- I get it?

- No.

Let me help you.

I'm sorry.

- No, it's perfectly OK.

[classical piano music playing]

Um-- [laughter]

Ew.

[laughter]

- I'm sorry, not sorry.

- There wasn't anything in my face, was there?

- No.

- Blaire!

[laughter]

- [sighs] Oof.

Do you have a number for a midwife?

Because the food baby coming along real quick.

- Oh.

Why don't you just take your pants off?

- Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

- I mean, I wouldn't object. - [laughs]

Oh. - Wow, OK.

- Oh, that's so much better.

- Yeah, no, get--get-- get comfortable.

- Mm. - [chuckles]

More wine?

- Yeah. Sure.

Why not?

[classical piano music playing]

[tense music]

[Evan panting]

[tense music]

[Evan panting]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

- Hey.

- [chuckling] I--I have, um--

I've never met anyone like you, Blaire.

[banging]

Uh--[chuckles]

I don't want to--

I-I-I don't mean to--

[soft suspenseful music]

I--I just--

When people get too close to me, I cut them off.

- Listen. [chuckles]

Nothing has to happen.

[soft dramatic music]

We don't have to force anything, OK?

We can--we can take a step back if that's what you want.

- Sorry. [chuckles]

Oh, this is not how I thought this night was gonna go.

Um--

I feel really bad because you've already drunk the wine.

[ethereal whooshing]

So I'm gonna have to deal with that.

[soft suspenseful music]

That's fine. I'll figure it out.

Dessert.

Would you like some dessert in the meantime?

- Oh, listen, I could get going.

- No. Nonsense, nonsense.

I still need you to see this dinner through.

- Yes, yes.

- If you're still up for that.

- Mm, yeah.

[yawns] I'm still--

still woozy from seeing all that blood, actually.

Wow.

Looks amazing.

- I didn't ruin the evening, did I?

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Dinner was great.

It was really amazing.

And if your book is anything as good as this,

it's gonna be something really special.

- Are you gonna--

sorry, um--[sighs]

Do you--

[fork clatters]

- Hannah, don't!

[soft suspenseful music]

- Oh, my god.

- Evan.

- Just--

Did you fucking--

thought I was gonna go to jail.

- Calm down. I just spiked her drink.

- [whispering] It's not a joke.

Oh, fuck.

- Hey. - Mm?

- Come here.

[both speaking indistinctly]

- OK.

[tense music]

- She'll wake up tomorrow

thinking that she drank too much.

- You did to her what you did--

You're psycho.

You're a fucking psycho.

What--what, you--you get off from embarrassing me now?

Is that your latest kink?

- No. - No, you locked me in a room.

You--you speak shit about me

and then when you're done having your fun, you just--

you what, you knock her out?

- Do you mind?

I have to go and take this picture.

- Don't fucking speak about that fucking cookbook!

I need some clarity about us!

- Evan, don't do this.

OK? I know how this ends.

Listen.

You're right.

There's always been something between us.

Just--I've just been scared to admit it.

- Hannah.

- What if we just...

slowed down and took a step back?

We could just--

- I-I'm not going anywhere.

- Evan-- - No.

I'm not going anywhere.

Sorry.

I really am sorry.

- You are? - Yes.

I'm not...

making you feel like you're enough.

'Cause you are.

I don't care if you're complete or successful.

I'll have you as you are.

I love you, Hannah.

And you'll always be good enough for me.

Now say it back.

[soft suspenseful music]

- [whispering] And everything had finally gone to plan.

Hollywood and Chef...

were alive.

[slow orchestral music]

- [gagging]

- [wheezing]

- The final ingredient to our love story...

[whispering] An ultimate display of passion.

- [gasping]

[soft orchestral music]

[soaring orchestral music]

[Hannah inhales deeply]

[Hannah exhales deeply]

[modern tense orchestral music]

[soft suspenseful music]

[slow orchestral music]