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[♪ lively music playing]

Can we light some candles
or something, you know?

Make it a little more romantic.
Since this is a double date?

- Ooh, that's a nice idea.
- [Susan] Thanks.

[Bret] I'd like to keep
the lights on.

And maybe we should, you know,
move the party inside.

[Thom] Why?

The home invasions.
There was another
one last Sunday night.

And the houses were dark
when the home invasions
happened?

I mean,
that's why people broke in?

I don't know, but I'm assuming
with the lights on,
it's a deterrent.

A deterrent.

- A deterrent.
- Whoever is doing it

also steals people's pets,
their cats, their dogs.

Uses them ritualistically.

[stammers]
Do you remember, Susan,

the school mascot
on the first day of school?

- Cult.
- Another girl is missing, too.

- Who?
- Julie Selwyn from Marymount.

It's been almost eight weeks
since she disappeared.

Maybe she just ran away.

Okay, guys, let's stop trying
to creep ourselves out.

I wanna talk about the party.

- The party?
- Yes.

I'm going to throw a party
for Robert Mallory.

It's going to be at my house,

and I think we should
all throw it together,
the four of us, to welcome him.

And we'll invite everyone
in our senior class.

- [Thom] Totally awesome.
- Cool. Fun. Love it. [sniffs]

Wait, why?

Why throw him a party?

I think we should
make him feel welcome.

I think he had some hard times,
and I think he needs
to feel welcome.

Hard times?

What were the hard times?

[♪ tense music playing]

I was in Principal Croft's
office yesterday...

He spent some time
in a developmental center
working on his...

[Susan] Dr. Croft asked me
to throw this party.

He said he was worried
about Robert

and that my responsibility
as student body president

was to make everyone feel
as welcome as possible.

I totally agree.

- It seems that...
- What?

Robert was institutionalized.

In an asylum?
You've got to be kidding me.

Croft said it was more
of a developmental center.

He was treated for depression
and some other issues.

Great. So the guy's been
locked away in a loony bin.

That's a little dramatic, Bret.
You always embellish
everything.

- I'm a writer. It's my job.
- Look, no biggie.

The guy went through some shit,

his parents' divorce and
whatnot, his mother's death.

I feel sorry for him.

Robert Mallory needs a friend
and I intend to be one.

- Me too.
- Me three.

[Debbie] Wanna toot, Thommy?

[Thom]
No thanks, Debs. I gotta get up
early tomorrow to practice.

- [Debbie] So that'll
keep your body tight?
- I'm already tight.

- I'm keeping it tight.
- You know what?
I feel like some red wine.

- Anyone for a nice cab?
- Please.

He's a liar, guys.

He lied about seeing me
at the movie theater

last summer during The Shining.
I do not trust him
and neither should you.

Bret, it's just a party.

No, Susan, it's a validation.

Hey, guys, it's getting
a little tense in here.

- Maybe we should hot-tub it.
- [gasps] Let's hot-tub it.
Come on.

- Let's go to the hot tub.
Okay? Come on.
- [screams]

Come on. [chuckles]

[♪ playful music playing]

♪ Jesus ♪

♪ Another day goes by ♪

[Debbie screams]

[Debbie, Susan giggling]

[no audible dialogue]

[chuckles] Look,
we were in a mall. Remember?

- [twig snaps]
- [Susan] No.

[owl hooting]

Oh, no.

What's that? The killer?

[Debbie, Susan laugh]

[Thom laughs]

Bret, please become a wino.

You are so much more fun
when you drink. [chuckles]

Okay, so we'll do a Saturday.

My house. Robert's party.

- It's settled. Settled.
- It's settled.

- What?
- Scheduled. [chuckles]

Guys, just to state the facts.

He followed me to the mall.

That's funny because
he told me that you were
the one following him.

- How do you know?
Did you talk to him?
- [Susan chuckles]

[♪ "Don't You Want Me" playing]

- [Debbie gasps, chuckles]
- Oh, my God!

I love this song. [shrieking]

[laughs]

Turn it up!

Whoo. Go, Susan.

Are we getting a show? Whoo.

Yes! Susan.

Oh, Thom. You're in for it.
You're in for it.

- Prepare.
- She's right behind me?

[Debbie] Oh. [chuckles]

♪ Now five years later on
You've got the world
At your feet ♪

♪ Success has been
So easy for you ♪

Come.

Come on, give us choreography.

[Susan giggling]

♪ Don't, don't you want me? ♪

♪ You know I can't believe it
When I hear that
You won't see me ♪

♪ Don't, don't you want me? ♪

♪ You know I don't believe you
When you say that
You don't need me ♪

♪ It's much too late to find
You think you've changed
Your mind ♪

♪ You'd better change it back
Or we will both be sorry ♪

♪ Don't you want me, baby? ♪

♪ Don't you want me? Oh ♪

♪ Don't you want me, baby? ♪

♪ Don't you want me? Oh ♪

[gasps] Oh, Bret,
please get drunk every night.

[moaning]

[panting]

[both moaning]

[♪ song ends]

[birds chirping]

- [Debbie chuckling]
- [inhales sharply]

Hi, sexy.

You were amazing last night.

I was, wasn't I?

Matt called.

- Who?
- Matt.

From school?

What did he want?

Oh, you were so knocked out,
I didn't wanna wake you.

He said to stop calling.

[♪ tense music playing]

What's that supposed to mean?

No idea. [chuckles]

I'll see you tonight.

[Bret] One of the hallmarks
of the early 1980s

for a young person
in Los Angeles

was you had to survive things
to become an adult.

Real-life boogeymen
known as serial killers
were a threat.

[siren wailing]

[Bret] And so were cults.

[bird squawks]

[Bret] The cult that terrorized
Los Angeles in 1981,

when I was a senior
in high school,

was bloodthirsty, terrifying
and had similar habits
to The Trawler.

[glass shatters]

[Bret] In fact,

law enforcement would suspect
that this cult was involved
in The Trawler murders

and that the vicious ritualist
killings plaguing the city

were done not by one member,
but by several.

[♪ eerie music playing]

[door creaks]

[Bret] The city
had never truly recuperated

from the Manson killings
a decade earlier.

And like Charlie
and the Manson girls,

the Riders of the Afterlife,
as they called themselves,

reigned from Ojai
to the San Fernando Valley.

[cult members murmuring,
screaming]

[Bret] This group of young,

barely-articulate hippies
formed out in the Mojave,

acolytes of a leader
only referred to as Bruce,

who turned out
to be a high school
English teacher from Lancaster,

fired due
to sexual improprieties
with female students.

[exhales]

[Bret] The cult did drugs,
acid, tranquilizers

and their activities
quickly accelerated that year

as Bruce became more addicted
and messianic.

[screaming continues]

Yeah.

Well, maybe
I should ask for the recipe
so that I can make it for you.

Honey?

[♪ ominous music playing]

[partner 1] Oh, my God.

Is that blood?

[partner 2] Go inside
and call the police.

[Bret] Then came break-ins
in Hancock Park
and Silver Lake.

They wanted to unify
through fear.

- And then things got worse.
- [grunting]

[Bret] The home invasions
escalated to violence.

The victims who survived
those early attacks

said the intruder wore
a black ski mask and
matching jeans and turtleneck.

He was
a terrifying shape-shifter.

And then
the first murder occurred.

[gasps]

[news anchor 1]
...as authorities continue
to hunt for The Trawler,

the serial killer
targeting young people
throughout Los Angeles.

Police fear The Trawler
will strike again.

Police are warning residents
throughout Los Angeles
to remain vigilant.

A gruesome discovery
in Brentwood tonight after
a home invasion turned deadly.

[Bret]
Between nightly news reports
of The Trawler murders,

two other young people
were now missing,

and then reports of the Riders
of the Afterlife attacks.

The city was on edge
and so was I.

Every night, I kept thinking
I heard someone in the house.

I was at my desk working
on my novel,

and whenever I stopped typing
I would feel a presence

either lurking
outside the house

or somewhere within it.

[doorbell ringing]

[doorbell continues ringing]

[♪ eerie music playing]

A number of times
I thought I heard the doorbell

or the chiming that announced
the garage doors opening.

For weeks I crept
through the house
clutching a weapon.

But no one was there.

Not yet.

But I could tell
they were coming.

[♪ sinister music plays]

[sighs] Goddamn it, Liz.

[grunts] Mom!

[♪ "Déjà Vu" playing]

Mom!

♪ Long ago ♪

♪ How can it be? ♪

That's my Lancôme.

You're not allowed
to wear eye shadow at school.

I'm going out.

I'm almost done.

[Debbie breathes deeply]

I'm going to La Scala
with Joanie Carson
and Jackie Collins.

Going out with Bret
tonight again? [huffs]

Yes, Mother, we're in love.

Being with each other
whenever you can is what being
in love looks like. Remember?

You wanna look good
for your man. I get it.

[breathes deeply] Oh, honey.

Men. [scoffs]

All your meaningless
flirtations you think
will get you somewhere

- and make you happy.
- Just give me the compact

and have another Chablis, Mom.

There's just so much
you don't know about them.

There's just so much
you don't know.

I know you're so cool
and so clever

and so naive about
so many things.

- You're so jealous.
- [scoffs] Jealous?

Jealous of the trainer
at the stables?

That dumb guy your father
cast in that absurd
roller-disco movie?

And now Bret?

- What's wrong with Bret?
- He's very aloof.

And seemed more interested
in that book he's writing

than coming
to his girlfriend's party

and staying like a gentleman
through the movie.

Well, he came, didn't he?

We had sex before he left.

And how was that?

A change of pace?

Just focus on getting Dad
to wanna touch you again.

[scoffs]

[sighs] If you keep this up,
you're not going to be
very happy.

- Because then
I'll end up like you?
- [scoffs]

Look in the mirror.

You are me.

♪ I keep remembering you ♪

♪ Déjà Vu ♪

[♪ song ends]

[♪ "Video Killed
the Radio Star" playing]

[Bret] How are we even getting
into this club?

It's opening night.
The VIP list must be enormous.

[Debbie] My dad
knows the owner. Duh.

- [Bret] I'm excited about this.
- [Debbie] Me too.

Music videos are gonna be,
like, the new great art form.

They tell a narrative device
in, like, under five minutes

and take you inside
the mind of the musician.

Make you understand
in some cases what
the song is really about,

- subtextually.
- Oh, Bret.

You're so smart
about stuff like the arts.

You have an enthusiasm for it,

unlike my father
who just wants to be rich.

[Bret] Hmm.

♪ I met your children ♪

♪ Oh-wa, oh-ah ♪

♪ What did you tell them? ♪

♪ Video killed the radio star ♪

♪ Pictures came... ♪

Oh. I'm gonna get a drink.

- Do you want something?
- Uh, whatever you're having.

- On you.
- [both chuckle]

[Debbie]
Hi, two vodka sodas, please.

♪ And you remember
The jingles used to go ♪

♪ Oh-wa, oh-ah ♪

♪ You were the first one ♪

♪ Oh-wa, oh-ah ♪

♪ You were the last one ♪

♪ Video killed the radio star ♪

♪ In my mind and in my car ♪

♪ We can't rewind
We've gone too far ♪

♪ Oh, ah-ah-ah, oh ♪

- Come on, let's go.
- Go where?

To say hi to the owner,
my dad's friend,
Mike something.

I-I wanna watch the video.

Just meet me back here in five.
This is all so cool, right?

Totally.

♪ We can't rewind
We've gone too far ♪

♪ Put the blame on VCR ♪

[♪ song ends]

[♪ "Tusk" playing]

♪ Why don't you ask him
If he's going to stay? ♪

♪ Why don't you ask him
If he's going away? ♪

Hey.

I bet you think
I followed you here, don't you?

- Did you?
- No, I didn't.

- I was invited.
- By who?

By Debbie.
You know, your girlfriend.

Thom's coming too.

I think the whole gang
wants to get to know me
a little better

before the party
you're throwing in my honor.

Oh, okay, great.

Hey, I'm sorry to hear about
what happened with Matt.
He told me.

- He told you what?
- He told me you guys
had a falling out.

He told you that?

Yeah.

You talk to a lot of people,
don't you, Robert?

Everybody needs someone
to confide in.

[inhales deeply]
Well, you misunderstood,

about Matt and I.
We didn't have a falling out.

Now I just have a girlfriend,
we don't see each other
as much anymore.

Maybe you were too clingy.

You turned him off
or something.

Maybe you should
go fuck yourself.

[chuckles] There he is.
That's my guy.

- Is Susan coming?
- No, she has to study
or something.

But I wish she was coming.

Did you guys ever date?

No.

Why not?

Because we were
always just best friends
since we were little.

You never wanted to fuck her?

No.

I do.

I'd love to fuck her.

Taste her sweet little pussy.

Fuck her in the ass.

Make her scream,
make her beg for it.

[♪ song continues]

[Bret]
I remember thinking later

that I should've stayed
in the room with Robert

and talked him through
all this so I could have
a better inkling

of what his plans
for Susan Reynolds
actually were,

because I knew
he was gonna act on them.

I also knew
she was gonna throw a party
for him I could not stop.

She had found him electrifying.

She was gonna let herself
get lost in his madness

and everything
would get ruined.

♪ Tusk ♪

[♪ song ends]

]

[engine turns off]

[♪ "Rasta Roots Man" playing]

♪ They sing ♪

♪ Watch them making love ♪

♪ On a tiny... ♪

[♪ song fades]

Why do you keep calling me?

- What are you talking about?
- Why do you keep calling me?

I'm not calling you.

So you're telling me
you're not calling
and breathing into the phone?

- Matt...
- You've been
rather insistent, Bret.

That isn't me. Whoever the fuck
is doing that isn't me.

Dude, it's been going
on all week. I know it's you.

I swear,
I-I was with Debbie
when you called.

I only called to tell you
to knock it off,

and tell you
that this isn't funny,
what you did here.

- What did I do?
- You came into my house
when I was gone

and d-drained my fish tank

and put...
and put this weird sign
on my Foreigner poster.

[♪ ominous music playing]

- I didn't do this.
- [chuckling] It was you, dude.

Did you ask your mother
or housekeeper?

Matt, what did Robert Mallory
talk to you about the other day
in the parking lot?

He introduced himself to me.

He said my dad knew his aunt.

- What did you
tell him about us?
- I didn't tell him anything.

You're drugged out
all the time.

You're disoriented
about everything.

The fish. The phone calls.

You live in the guest house.
You never see your parents.

Does Robert Mallory
know something about us?

Because he asked a couple
of interesting questions
about you.

Like what?

I didn't know the answers
to those questions.

I think you're
making this all up.

I think you
drained the aquarium
because you got so stoned,

and you painted the pentagram.

And you said things
to Robert Mallory about me

that you can't even remember

because you're
always high as fuck.

I think you need
to stay away from Robert.

I think there's something
very wrong with him.

Why won't you tell me

what he asked you about me?

About us.

Don't come over here anymore.

Don't.
Don't ever do that again.

- What?
- Try and kiss me.

[stutters] This was never
a serious thing.

- Why are you doing
this right now?
- [sighs]

I'm upset.

And I didn't wanna be alone.

So I drove over here...

to see you, Matt.

You know... [scoffs]

I don't even know
why you keep calling.

Or keep showing up here.

What?

You think we're gonna be
boyfriends or something?

Huh?

Are you fucking crazy?

Huh?
That's a legitimate question.

Get away from me.

Go.

Now!

[door opens, closes]

[♪ tense music playing]

[sniffles, breathing heavily]

[engine starts]

[tires screech]

[Bret] I drove home carefully
because I kept crying so hard.

Matt had never felt about me
the way I'd felt about him,

which would be
a recurring theme
for the rest of my life.

[screams]

But of course,
I didn't know this

on that hot September night
in 1981 when I was 18
and still navigated on hope.

[bird squawks]

- Thanks.
- Enjoy.

[♪ piano playing]

[Bret] The fake IDs
that Debbie got us
always came in handy.

One vodka and grapefruit juice
coming up.

Hey, Bret.

Terry's over at Morton's
just finishing up a deal.

He loves a dreary biopic.

He should be here shortly.

Oh. Okay. Thanks, Steven.

You wore your school uniform
just like I told you.

Very nice.

Terry will be pleased
with that.

Terry really appreciates this.

And how kind you were
when his wife threw
her little alcoholic tirade

at Debbie's party
the other night.

That one's a mess.

Liz, not Debbie.

I understand.

Liz has a problem
and needs help.

I was just being nice to her,
that's all.

Okay.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

One more thing, though. [sighs]

I would be...

careful, Bret.

Pardon me?

Everyone has an agenda,
and sometimes these agendas
don't connect

with what we actually want
or what we're gonna get.

[door opens]

And here he is.

Right on cue.

[♪ pensive music playing]

[Bret]
I remember Terry Schaffer
was wearing custom silk

with a two-tone gold and silver
crocodile belt.

[Terry]
Hey, how you doing, Bret?

You look nice. But you're 18,
you always look nice at 18.

Our table's ready.

[Bret] He smelled
like Rive Gauche cologne
by Yves Saint Laurent.

Every gesture was
efficient and immaculate.

He was a professional,
an adult, something
to emulate and aspire toward.

He was someone I wanted to be.

Hey, Bruno.
We'll have the salmon tartare
and two white wines.

Of course.

This restaurant
is the only place
on the entire West Coast

which serves salmon tartare.
I thought you'd like to try it.

I would, yes. Sounds amazing.

[♪ amusing music playing]

So, have you seen
any movies you like lately?

Debbie tells me
you're a movie buff.

Um. Yeah, I loved Stripes.

Me too. Huge Bill Murray fan.
I'm meeting with him next week.

[chuckles]

- Allan.
- [chuckles] Terry.

I won't interrupt,
I just want to say hi,
and I hate you for that tan.

- Where'd you get it? [laughs]
- [chuckles]
From the sun, Allan.

[chuckles] From the sun.

Bret, this is Allan Carr,
a dear, dear friend.

So nice to meet you, Mr. Carr.

- Hello.
- Allan produced Grease.

Uh, and Saturday Night Fever,
you bitch. [chuckles]

And you're about
to start Grease 2,

- right?
- [Allan] Mm-hmm.

- Who's the lead?
- Lorna Luft.

Oh, God, Terry.
I'm so... [chuckles]
...I'm so excited.

So excited.

Anyways, you, uh,
boys enjoy your lunch,
all right? [chuckles]

Jesus. He's as big as a house.

And he's into male hookers
and pink cocaine.

You stay away from him, Bret.
He will try and take
advantage of you.

We'll have the lemon sorbet,
two spoons.

[Bruno] Of course.

So, tell me about this book.

Would it make a good movie?

Yes.

Yes, I think so.

It's about a group
of young people--

Does it have sex in it?

Because movies need
that nowadays to be popular.

Everything's about sex.

Everybody loves
a coming-of-age story.

Yes, it's that too.

Mmm. [smacks lips]
Autobiographical?

[stammers]
I don't know. It's complicated.

My story, it-it's kind of...

Well, it's inspired by the work
of Joan Didion in a way.

I've been reading
a lot of Joan Didion.

I know Joan and John very well.

When you're finished
with this book,
I think I'd like to option it.

- Wait, really?
- Really.

So let me know
when I can read the galleys.

[chuckles] Wow. Sure.

Wow, great. Okay.

So, how are you
and Debbie, Bret?

Are you serious about her?

- Serious?
- Mmm.

- Yeah, I think
we're pretty serious.
- I'm just curious.

There's no reason to be alarmed
or worried.

I just want to make sure
that she is happy.

I understand.

I want her to be happy too.

- Do you like guys as well?
- [coughs]

I'm sorry, what?

Well, I think you heard me.

Do you swing both ways?

Well, I'm not...

limited.

I mean, it depends.

What about Thom Wright?

You find him hot?

I mean, I'm jealous
with the amount of time
you get to spend with him.

[sighs] He's pretty fetching.

Although, I'm sure his tastes
are more limited than yours.

What do you mean his tastes
are more limited than mine?

You can tell me.

Did you ever fool around
with Thom?

You know, get a little drunk,
get a little high,

sleep over, you get horny,
you need to--

No, that's never happened.

Not with Ryan or any of them?

I mean, you guys
take showers together.
[chuckles]

- They're available, right?
- They're not available.

Okay. Whatever you say.

Terry, what does
your wife think about...

conversations like this?

You having lunch
with your daughter's boyfriend,

does Liz know?

[inhales deeply, exhales]

Well, you're smarter
than that, Bret. [scoffs]

I'm under the impression
that we have an understanding.

An arrangement.

What about Debbie?

Does she know about
your proclivities?

I think I should be going.

You barely ate.

Though I heard
you had a cocktail
before I arrived at the bar.

So it probably dulled
your appetite.

Listen, please don't say
anything to Debbie

about anything
that we discussed here today.

Wouldn't that be
a little weird?

Isn't everything?

Don't say anything.
I don't think you will.

Thanks for lunch, Mr. Schaffer.

I'll have Steven call
and set up a meeting

so we can talk
about that script
I want you to write for me.

I want us to start
collaborating right away.

Okay.

Okay, I'd love that.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[♪ rock music playing]

[Debbie] Did you guys hear
that Rena Kalina... [chuckles]

...during dodgeball,
she fell on her face.

- Hey, Bret.
- Oh, hi.

You know, Bret,
if you're on the committee
to throw me a welcoming party,

you should actually
make a little bit of an effort

to become my friend
and welcome me.

[Debbie chuckles]

- Or else what, Robert?
- Bret.

Bret, come on,
be cool. [chuckles]

Or else we're gonna
have a very long
and unpleasant senior year.

I don't think
anyone wants that.

[Debbie, Thom chuckle]

Are you okay?

Matt Kellner is missing.

[Thom] Who?

School stoner?
Wait, what do you mean missing?

Well, I was just
in Principal Croft's office,

and he told me
that later today at assembly,

I have to read this kind
of plea to the student body
about Matt Kellner.

Aren't you friends
with him, Bret?

Friends?

No, he-he sold me pot
a few times, I think.

- W-Where did he go?
- [Susan] Don't know.

And neither do his parents.

He's officially been
missing for five days.

Apparently he lived
in the back pool house,

real posh setup, like a cool
bachelor pad kind of deal.

John and Sheila,
those are his parents,

told the police
that Matt's schedule
was as routine that week

as it had always been since
he moved into the pool house
in 10th grade,

which coincided with when
he got his driver's license.

He'd get up early,
swim some laps.

Sometimes they would hear reggae music
coming from the pool house

at that hour when he
was getting ready for school.

Wouldn't he go into
the main house for breakfast
or anything, get some food?

I guess not.

He always ate at the McDonald's
in Sherman Oaks.

- Gross.
- [scoffs]

[Susan] Matt
wasn't involved in sports or
any extracurricular activities,

so he was usually
back at his pool by 4:00
at the latest.

On some nights, Sheila Kellner
would glimpse the guest house
from the window

of the second story bedroom,

and the only light
would be coming
from the aquarium,

or the candles
that Matt had lined up
on one side of the pool.

Apparently he liked to swim
right before bed.

This story... [chuckles]
...is the reason they made
those creepy TV commercials.

"Parents, it's 10:00 p.m.
Do you know where
your children are?"

[Susan] Okay, you guys.

Yesterday, John Kellner
took Matt's 280Z in
for a checkup.

And when he went to tell Matt,

Matt wasn't in the pool house
and there was no note.

So they called the school,

and Principal Croft told them
Matt hadn't been at school
for three days.

They hadn't seen any lights on
in the pool house

or heard any reggae music
since the Friday before.

And oddly, clearly,
he left his car at home.

So, yeah, five days.

Isn't it so strange
how his parents spend
so little time with him?

Is it?

I mean,
I haven't seen my father
in, like, six months.

Oh.

Bret, aren't your parents
still in Europe?

Yes. Yes, they are.

What are you supposed
to say at assembly?

So, please,
if any of you have heard
from Matt Kellner or seen him,

please tell me or
Principal Croft or any teacher
about his whereabouts.

- Thank you.
- [student 1] Whoo-hoo.

Thank you, Susan, for
yet another outstanding job.

[Ryan whistles]

Hi.

Hi.

- How are you?
- Uh, freaked out.
Matt's still missing.

Did you know him?

Bought weed from him.

I think...

You think what?

I think it's scary
how young people in this town
keep just going missing.

You think the cult did this?

That's one theory.

I think it could be
something else.

What? Matt just said, "Fuck it,

I'm going to go to Big Sur
and open my weed business."

I think it could be
The Trawler.

Who?

The serial killer?

The serial killer
that's hunting in our area.

[sighs] Doesn't he
only target girls?

So far, but who knows.
[stammers]

It's t-terrifying,
just snatched away
in the dead of night. Tortured.

How did you know
he was tortured?

They haven't
even found him yet.

I don't.

I'm talking about the girls.

The girls
The Trawler butchered.

I'm glad we're talking.

I miss talking.

They found something. I just
heard from Principal Croft.

- His body?
- His backpack.

[sea gull squawking]

[Susan] A ranger
found it in a parking lot
in Crystal Cove State Park.

There was blood all over it

and it had a name and address
tied to it on a small ID tag

that proved it
belonged to Matt.

Does anyone know if Matt
was with someone?

Does this lip gloss
make me look fat?

[engine revs]

[brakes squeak]

[engine turns off]

[♪ eerie music playing]

[waves lapping]

[suspect] Eat it.

[Matt] Wh-What? [panting]

[suspect] Eat it.

[whimpering]

[Matt] But they're alive.

[suspect] Eat it!

[Matt whimpering] I'm afraid.

- [suspect] Eat one.
- [Matt sobbing]

[suspect] Eat!

Eat one.

[Matt] I can't.

[sobbing, gaging]

I'm-I'm sorry.

- [suspect] Eat it.
- [Matt gags]

[gagging, coughing]

- [suspect]
You will eat them all.
- [Matt] Oh.

[♪ "Year of the Cat" playing]

- [Matt whimpering] Please.
- [suspect] Sing the song.

[Matt sobbing] Please.

[suspect] Did you like
sucking the cock?

[Matt sobbing] Please.

Please.

[breathing shakily, groans]

[yelps]

[grunts]

[coughs]

God.

Right.

[Bret breathes heavily]

[Matt sighs]

Right.

♪ You go strolling
Through the crowd
Like Peter Lorre ♪

[Bret breathes heavily]

[suspect] Eat them all!

[Bret gags]

[gaging, coughing]

♪ She doesn't give you time
For questions ♪

♪ As she locks up
Your arm in hers ♪

♪ And you follow
Till your sense
Of which direction ♪

♪ Completely disappears ♪

♪ By the blue tiled walls
Near the market stalls ♪

♪ There's a hidden door
She leads you to ♪

♪ These days, she says
I feel my life just like
A river running through ♪

♪ The year of the cat ♪

♪ Well, she looks at you
So coolly ♪

♪ And her eyes shine
Like the moon in the sea ♪

♪ She comes in incense
And patchouli ♪

♪ So you take her
To find what's waiting inside ♪

♪ The year of the cat ♪

♪ In the year of the cat ♪

Guys, don't you
think we should

cancel the party since one
of our classmates is missing?

Well, it's what I want,
and you're all coming.

Looking back, I realize
that's the gift of youth.

You think you'll live forever.

I shouldn't have to beg
my boyfriend to touch me.

If you were my
girlfriend, you wouldn't

have to beg me for anything.

Police suspect
this brutal killing

is the work of the Trawler.

The suspect you should
be looking at as a kid

named Robert Mallory.

You're a little bit obsessed
with me, aren't you, bro?

Well, you would love
that, wouldn't you?

And we're live in 4, 3, 2.

Hit it.

This feels wrong.

No, this feels right.

What kind of game
are you playing?

You know what they say
about fellas who are nosy.

They lose their noses.

[music playing]