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Get ready with me for my first date in three years.

Here's everything I eat in a day as a ballet dancer.

Get the fuck outta here! I make my own coin!

How can you be certain about anything?

How much do you pay for rent?

You are making me feel very unsafe!

When you accidentally charge underwear

to your company credit card.

Aah!

Crazy bitch!

Everywhere you turn, everywhere you look,

no matter where you are, it is a war zone.

You can't even walk...

Oh!

I just don't want...

Take 'em off, take 'em off.

I decided to include this sequence in my study

for it portrayed a barbaric method of dealing

with the criminal.

The one redeeming factor of holding a public execution is

perhaps it is a deterrent to crime.

- Hey. - What's up?

So there's a new team orientation tomorrow,

and I'm supposed to walk the newbies through it,

but I'm swamped.

And so I was wondering if maybe you could cover for me.

Awesome. Yeah.

Um... sure I can lead it?

Like, is that allowed?

Yeah.

This is the perfect opportunity for you to prove yourself.

Okay.

Oh. Get back to it. - Mm-hmm.

Perhaps it is a deterrent to crime.

- Bye, Ed. - See you, Margot.

Have a good one.

Oh. Wearing your steel-toed boots again, huh?

Come on back. Come on back to see me.

- Sorry, I forgot. - Mm-hmm.

What company secrets are you stealing today, Margot?

- Ah. New painting. Nice. - Thanks.

I got spicy pickles.

Yeah, baby.

How was traumatic hell job?

Good. Josh gave me some new responsibilities.

Cool, cool.

Could be pretty close to a promotion.

No way!

- Yeah. - That's great.

Feel like I could be making real difference.

I don't know.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe you like this shit.

It's a classic.

So um, question.

Yeah?

Would you possibly maybe...

wanna to come to Cassidy's with me tonight?

She's just having a chill, small kind of...

housewarming party thing.

Uh...

I don't know.

You know, I've got, like, laundry and stuff.

Oh, come on. Come on.

Remember what we talked about?

Getting back out into the world.

You know... seeing friends again.

I miss my best friend.

Hmm?

Hmm? Hmm, hmm?

You know what? Yeah.

Let's go. - Oh, yes.

Yes. Mwah!

It's gonna be fun. - Yeah.

You excited?

Yeah. This thing's, like, impossible.

Oh. Here. Try this.

A lipstick?

Wah. A knife.

Sha-sha!

It's conceptual art. - It's cool. Ow.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

So, is tying a cherry stem with your tongue, like, a real thing?

Or just, like, a lesbian thing?

Voilà!

Wait. That's so hot.

Ryan, don't!

- Oh, my God. - I'm offline for a reason.

I wasn't even gonna post it.

Oh, wait. Cassidy said she wanted whipped cream.

Do you think we need whipped cream?

- I think that's the girl. - Is whipped cream gauche?

- No. - Yes, it is. 100% positive.

- What? What? - That's definitely her.

Are those girls watching me?

It's definitely her. I gotta say something.

I think they're just checking you out.

That's the train girl. - I'm gonna say something.

I'm gonna say something, I'm gonna do it.

Hey, are you the girl from that train video?

- Fuck. - I shouldn't have even tried.

Margot, wait! Margot, wait!

She probably just liked it.

Hey, sis. Happy 23rd birthday!

I hope that this is the year

that you finally get a girlfriend

so you can stop bugging me all the time.

Okay? I love you so much. I'll see you tonight. Bye.

Hey. Happy Thanksgiving. I'm running late.

I forgot literally everything. I left your dress at home.

But I promise I'm gonna grab it so you can wear it, but...

Margot! Okay, I love you.

And you're the best sister in the world.

So, okay, see you soon.

Here at Kino Moderation,

this is who we protect.

The young, the impressionable, the innocent.

When you come across content that violates policy,

flag it and move on.

You may be tempted to look into it outside of work,

but that is a violation of your NDA.

Don't discuss it. Don't Google it.

Don't even think about it,

if you can help it.

Okay.

Hmm. Burnout.

Hey.

Don't worry. It's not tobacco.

No, thank you, I'm good.

I just feel like we have a responsibility

to keep our heads clear.

If I kept a clear head, I'd blow it clear across the office.

Then why do you work here?

Because it's a thrill...

when you get a really good one.

Plus, they have dental.

Are you gonna finish that?

Here, kitty, kitty. Meow, meow.

How to save a life, part two.

So this is Naloxone, a.k.a. Narcan.

And it works by blocking the opiate receptors in your brain.

Now, while Narcan should not be used prophylactically...

it is really excellent at reversing

and stopping an overdose.

Aah!

But when the guards led him down death row

toward the execution chamber,

he seemed nervous and totally disoriented.

I began to wonder if two wrongs really make a right.

No.

His eyes are taped to prevent them

from popping out of their sockets.

The next step is the flick of a switch,

which sends a current of 2,000 volts

through the victim's body.

And the whole process is repeated

as many times as necessary

until the prisoner is proclaimed dead

by the physician on duty.

The room began to smell like burning flesh.

The final trickle of blood

marked the conclusion to this grotesque execution.

But when the guards led him down death row

toward the execution chamber... - What's up?

Um...

...wondering if two wrongs really make a right.

I'm not sure what to do with this one.

I saw another video just like this a few days ago.

Mannequins and... a beheading.

I thought it wasn't real, but...

he looks like he's actually dying in this.

Like, I don't know, it's made to look stylized

so we don't flag it.

But do you think this could be,

like, a real execution?

I don't know.

Leave it up.

Josh, again...

I saw another video just like this, it's...

DIY horror's trafficking right now.

Support the trend. What do we say?

Give the people what they want.

Hey, you're still on for the lake, right?

Yeah. I'm coming.

- Alright. - Popping out of their sockets.

But the next step is the flick of a switch,

which sends a current of 2,000 volts

through the victim's--

Train's coming!

Come with me to get my--

Oh, God! Yes, bro!

Oh! Oh!

This is how you manipulate algorithms like a pro.

Okay, listen. You...

Hello.

We need to talk about fame.

Guys, I think I'm gonna have to drop out of school.

It's gotten to the point now

where I can't go anywhere without being recog--

My boyfriend is coming over today...

The best water bottle I have ever used...

This is the final look.

Where are you, Sammy?

Where are you?

Hey, Arthur. Bathroom's all clean.

So, can I go?

- Sure thing, bud. - Thanks.

See you tomorrow.

- ♪ You follow me - ♪ Everybody knows I

- ♪ You follow me - ♪ Everybody knows I

- ♪ You follow me - ♪ Everybody knows I

- ♪ You follow me - ♪ Everybody knows

♪ You follow me

♪ You know you can't ignore this ♪

Oh, my God!

Dude, you scared me.

Okay, come on. Let's shoot.

Alright. Perfect.

Sam, it's-- it's really public.

Yeah, but at the pool, you can be in a swimsuit

without the video getting flagged.

Facts. Okay. Okay. Let's do it.

- Noodle time. Bl-bl-bl-bl. - What the fuck?

- Really? - Seriously?

People have nothing better to do

than disturb people who are trying to fucking work.

- Just start it over. - They're obsessed with us.

It's so fucking annoying. Whatever.

Okay.

Hey!

We need to talk about fame.

Guys, I think I'm gonna have to drop out of school.

It's gotten to the point now where I can't go anywhere...

Is someone here?

...without being recognized at least once.

The other day, I was in class and I looked over to my left

and this girl was taking a video of me

while I was taking an exam. Is anybody here?

I mean, how am I supposed to focus

if someone's watching my every single move?

Make sure to blend and powder immediately after.

Otherwise, you're gonna crease.

I started this account because I genuinely

wanted to give advice and share my tips and tricks,

but now it's just starting

to feel like everyone's forgetting

that I'm a real person.

But I'm very grateful to have this amount of exposure

and to get to be a role model,

especially for young girls that look up to me.

But I just want to be normal sometimes, you know?

I just feel like with all this new pressure,

I have to kind of put on a face all the time and--

Is this some sort of joke?

'Cause it isn't funny.

This isn't fucking funny.

This is literally harassment.

Fucking idiots.

Help! Somebody help me!

Help! Help!

So it's always a good time to talk about condoms.

You want to pinch the tip of the condom

and put it on the head of the penis.

From the moment patrons enter these premises,

they are treated like royalty.

Secured in a special trap,

the animal was now ready to become the main dish.

No!

Following a few simple instructions,

the men at the table were prepared for the kill.

After a matter of seconds, the gruesome ritual had ended.

The skull was carved open for the delicate brains inside.

While this continued, it occurred to me

that within the confines of this elegant restaurant,

people were paying exorbitant prices

to play the role of a hunter.

When I asked a man with a hearty appetite

why he enjoyed the meal, he replied,

"If I can get closer to God by eating brains, why not?"

Hey, food's up!

♪ I've got a feeling

Hey, Mar-go-rita!

- Hello! - Lake life! Lake life!

Excuse me, dude. This looks good.

Yeah. Last time I had some,

I lost my wedding ring in them motherfuckers, man.

For real. - Damn.

- Alright, man. Thanks. - Good to see you, brother.

I saw another mannequin video.

No. Margot, we're not working today.

But I saw this man, got his head bashed in.

He was scalped. - Come here.

No, like, it was horrible.

Stop.

Come on.

We can't talk about it here, and you know that.

I can't get your attention at the office.

And we need to escalate.

Escalating to law enforcement

brings negative attention to the platform.

What if someone dies?

Are you gonna feel good about company policy?

You know what your weakness is?

You take this work too personally.

What if this is just one creator?

I mean, high-quality footage, mannequins,

elaborate death, I mean,

we could at least take it offline.

Do we look like the morality police?

It's censorship, and you know I hate the "C" word,

but censorship is a slippery slope.

What if lives are at stake? I mean--

Margot. Do you sound manic?

No, I'm not!

Dude, I'm not crazy.

You begged me for this job, and I vouched for you.

Even with your history, I said that you can handle it.

I said you had a reason to be here,

so please don't let me down.

Don't let yourself down, either.

You can't fix everything.

- Right. - Lake life!

Lake life!

Margot! Margot!

It's too dangerous.

That's kinda the point.

Alright, the train's coming! The train's coming!

No!

- Margot! - Aah!

I decided to include this sequence in my study

for it portrayed a barbaric method

of dealing with the criminal.

The one redeeming factor of holding a public execution

is perhaps it is a deterrent to crime.

But when the guards led him down death row

toward the execution chamber,

he seemed nervous, totally disoriented.

Sorry to bother you. I watch your show every morning.

Can I get a picture? - Yeah, sure.

Aw, shit!

You alright?

I-- I cut myself.

You need a hand?

Ha ha. You, uh, you got a new one?

No, come on.

I can get you a bandage.

I just gotta find these things.

I don't know where Lisa keeps 'em.

I just gotta find them. Ahh, here.

There we go.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

I'm Neal, by the way.

I'm, um, I'm Francis.

Well, you live around here?

My girlfriend does, a few houses up, actually.

Oh, really? What's her name? I'm sure I know her.

Her name is Claire. The tall girl.

Claire, the tall girl.

Yeah, that's Claire. Very tall.

Huh. Well, hey, neighbor.

You want a beer? - I'd love a beer.

I gotcha.

Heads up. - Oh.

- Oh. Sorry. - Oh! No, I caught it.

- Nice! - Ha ha.

Ahh.

What, uh, what kind of business are you in?

I make videos.

- What, like, movies? - Yeah.

You use that Kino app for smartphone?

My kids are on it.

Lot of important stuff on there, you know?

What do you mean?

Oh, you know, the zeitgeist.

Oh, my gosh.

Is that an award? - Yeah, I work in television.

Dad. Can I have it back now?

30 minutes.

Well, thanks a lot.

You have yourself a great Sunday.

Thanks, Neal. - Your hand okay?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks again.

Let's see how we did.

A Jacksonville woman's tragic last moments

have been circulating on social media

after she leapt from the roof of an apartment building.

In this dramatic footage, we see first responders

attempting to drag her to safety.

Unfortunately, attempts failed

and she ultimately plummeted to her death.

Authorities have been unable to determine the woman's identity.

Meanwhile, Yoko the puppy...

...brought joy to the seniors

at Marshwood Community Center...

Drew?! ...which intends to foster

puppies through the same org--

God damn it.

Huh.

Jesus Christ.

Drew, did you plug your Xbox into that outlet again?

Huh.

Drew. What the fuck?!

Jesus!

What the...

Hey!

What? Fuck!

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, is everything okay?

Dad? Dad! What--

Dad, what happened? Dad, wake up!

Shit! Hold on, I'm calling for help, okay?

Aah!

Why does this have so many views?

- What are you watching? - Wanna see?

It's wild. Someone keeps reposting it.

Seriously? This isn't funny.

Someone could actually be dying in that.

Who cares? It's called coping.

I mean, we're all going to Hell anyway.

No!

Whoa, what the fuck? Give me back my phone.

This is fucked up. This is a person.

Yeah, well, riding your high horse

isn't gonna bring anyone back to life.

Oh, shit.

Is it gonna stop you from being such a fucking cunt?

- Jesus. - Margot!

- Hey. - Margot!

I'm Dr. Francis Gross.

I work as a pathologist and over the past 20 years,

I've compiled a library with many faces of death.

My travels have taken me all--

...will soon begin the ritual which brought them here.

Waiters signal for the house specialty.

As the monkey was brought down the hall

and a toast to prosperity was made,

the waiter presented the men

with their tools of destruction.

Secured in a special trap,

the animal was now ready to become the main dish.

Following a few simple instructions,

the men of the table were prepared for the kill.

That's all I have to do?

After a matter of seconds, the gruesome ritual had ended.

The skull was carved--

...conscious and the whole process is repeated

as many times as necessary

until the prisoner is proclaimed dead

by the physician on duty.

The room began to smell--

Howdy, babes.

I thought you were on a date.

Uh, yeah, I mean, he was cool.

I just felt a little sick after dinner, so I left early.

That's my laptop. What you doing?

Ryan, what is "Faces of Death"?

Oh, my God. "Faces of Death"? It's a classic.

But that one actually kind of fucked me up.

- Is it, like, a documentary? - Kinda.

It's, like, this totally cursed tape.

This doctor is showing

a super-dark collection of footage

of people dying in different ways.

It's giving "Blockbuster night manager

hides it in his safe under his desk with the pornos."

You know that you had to actually bribe him

to even rent it.

It was like the first viral video

before the Internet invented viral videos.

But the craziest part is...

none of it was real.

Which, honestly, pissed a lot of people off.

Anyway, why do you even care? You hate this shit.

Hold on. Let me show you something

...toward the execution chamber,

he seemed nervous and totally disoriented.

I began to wonder if two wrongs

really make a right. - What is this?

Ryan...

I've been seeing these videos at work, right?

Like, people report them.

I think that someone's, like,

really killing people and copying this movie.

Babe, that was the whole point.

With "Faces," people thought it was real,

but it was just super-believable gore.

Ryan, I think it's real

and there's a fucking psycho out there.

- How would you know that? - He is missing

and then he shows up in the video.

Look at this one.

...marked the conclusion to this grotesque execution.

I began to wonder if two wrongs...

God.

Did you tell someone at work?

Yeah, and they think I'm overreacting.

They won't do shit.

Then maybe you should just go to the cops.

There is not enough info to go to the cops.

They're gonna go straight to Kino

and Kino is gonna fire my ass and then maybe even sue me.

Ryan, I need to do something.

Something? What, are you gonna go full "Don't Fuck with Cats"?

I mean...

If I can get my hands on the original HD files,

I can run an analysis on the metadata,

even maybe find out where he lives.

And then Josh has to believe me, or even the cops.

Margot, I was kidding.

Right. No, me too.

Can I borrow your lipstick knife?

I didn't forget this time. - Look at you.

Hey, Josh.

Yo.

- Hi. - What it do?

You're a Dead fan, right?

- Damn. What? - You're a Dead fan?

Oh. Yeah, I'm a Deadhead.

So I realized how much you've been doing for me,

you know, getting me this job and putting up with my shit

and...

So I got you these. Thought you could take Chelsea.

Okay. Thank you.

Oh. Shit.

How'd you get these?

Damn. This is for tonight's show?

Mm-hmm.

Man, I got this audit conform. I'm gonna be late.

- Oh, shoot. Is that now? - Mm. Yeah.

Or maybe, you know, I could do it for you.

Fuck it. I can break a couple of rules.

- Sweet. - I am the boss. Alright?

What, you want to work here? - Yeah, I figure that's easiest.

Okay, but you'll need access to the database.

Get you all set up.

So listen, if you get stuck on anything,

I'll just handle it tomorrow. - Cool.

But there is another kind of killer--

the human being who murders for no apparent reason.

This person is placed in a situation

where violence is the only means

of dealing with reality.

There are no judgments or morals behind the crime.

It is an eruption of repression that manifests itself

by causing the death of others.

After several hours, Lawrence's one-man revolt

was finally defeated.

But Lawrence was not the only victim

that died on that summer afternoon.

Stop it.

I said stop it.

If you don't make noise, then you don't get hurt.

Shh.

And now... we eat. Hmm?

Want a bit of pizza?

Come here.

Hmm. That's it.

Yeah.

- Please don't. - Ooh. Come on.

Mm. - No.

Come on.

Ahh.

So good.

You know...

you should be more grateful.

I know how much you wanna be famous.

Everyone's talking about you.

What are-- What are-- What are they saying?

They're asking questions, Sammy.

They want to know more.

And we are going to give them more.

That is the first rule of content creation.

Give the people what they want.

Come on, Neal.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

No!

Ohh.

People love this shit, Neal.

But... we only get one shot.

Huh?

So...

...you're gonna have to give it everything you've got.

I would hate to have to recast your role.

Yeah. Get angry, Neal! They like it when you get angry.

Yeah.

You wanna shoot me?

Yeah, you do. Here you go.

Come on.

Do it. I dare you.

Huh.

Don't you want to get outta here, Neal?!

Huh?!

Come on!

Just blow my fuckin' brains out.

And...

action!

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Really great work, Neal.

Look at you, Neal.

Ugh!

- What are you doing? - I'm looking for the originals.

Hey, guys, I fucked a clown, and I got VV.

- From the moment patrons... - Yes!

- What? - Got it.

...they are treated like royalty.

Yikes.

Now to see what the Internet knows.

Margot, don't you think this is a little irresponsible?

Weren't you the one who told me to go full on

Don't Fuck with Cats? - I said I was joking!

I wasn't.

Hmm.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. - What?

The guy in the electrocution video

disappeared from the same area.

The Internet... is fast.

I knew it. This is...

This is so bad.

They think that she's just missing like the other guy.

Yeah, damn, bitch. We should get some reward money.

Ryan, can you not? This is serious.

This girl could be in danger.

Okay, but I think you need to take it easy on this.

You know, it really seems like you're spinning out.

Like, are you taking pills again?

Justin Podd is a filmmaker.

This girl Sam is big on Kino.

They're both kind of famous. This cannot be a coincidence!

Well, this is also low-key scary.

And we shouldn't get caught up in this.

- Then who should? - I don't know!

Maybe someone who isn't on my laptop?

Ryan, I'm allowed to post online

in my own house! - Okay, we're done!

- No! My hard drive! - I'm sorry.

What the hell are you doing?

What was that? - This is freaking me out!

I don't want you using my laptop anymore.

- It's too dangerous. - That's kinda the point.

Train's coming!

Hmm.

Let's go!

- So, this is from a website? - Yeah.

Kino, it's an app.

The guy in the video disappeared

and there's a girl Sam,

also from Jacksonville, also is missing.

I have the originals, and they have the metadata.

So, that should be enough to know who posted it

or at least that it's coming from the same source.

So, there's a guy who disappeared

and an unrelated girl in another state?

I need a homicide

to investigate a homicide.

Bodies, crime scenes...

Yeah, but, I mean, there's more. It's a pattern.

I mean, it's all based off this old horror movie

called "Faces of Death."

Right. Right.

You're Margot Romero, aren't you?

You think I'm making this up?

I mean, it's all a very... fantastic tale.

Right.

Margot. Hey. Been trying to call you.

So, listen, it sucks that I have to do this,

but you crossed the line.

And I'm left with no choice.

About what? How?

You left these in my office.

- Okay, but... - Fuckin' stimulants?

Again?

Everyone takes something to get them through the day.

You're not everyone!

Not only did you break company policy, but you broke my trust.

Josh, you broke mine.

You need to listen to me about these videos.

I have evidence!

There is a person... - You're done.

I don't know why you're making a scene, but you're done.

I don't have a choice. - You do have a choice!

You have the choice to take your job seriously!

Key card.

You know what? I don't need this.

And you're gonna see you fucked up, Josh!

You'll see. - Margot!

You should talk to somebody.

Shut up, Josh! Asshole!

And for your sake, I hope you remember you signed an NDA!

There is another kind of killer--

the human being who murders for no apparent reason.

This person is placed in a situation

where violence is the only means of dealing with reality.

Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?

What's up?

You got a computer.

Josh fired me.

Oh.

You okay?

It's fine.

Job was bullshit anyway.

Come on.

You don't believe that.

What happened?

Look, after...

after I made Sophie film that video with me,

after the cops leaked it, I thought,

"Okay, maybe if I do my part

and try to clean up the Internet, then it'll be fine."

Right? But Kino doesn't give a shit.

They don't care.

No one cares.

It's like we watch this shit for... entertainment

and we forget that these are real people

with lives and, like, families,

and they're not just, like, a digital fucking image.

Right? Like... I have to do this.

This is real, like, real people are dying.

And if I can prove it,

then...

maybe Sophie's death wasn't for nothing.

Maybe something good can come out of it.

Just be careful.

I care about you

and if anything happened to you, I...

It'd be really annoying.

Okay, I'll try my best.

I'll save you some pizza.

Shut up!

Rawwr!

Get off of me! Get off!

No!

Margot! Margot! Help! Help!

Margot! Margot!

Ryan?

Ryan?

What was that?

Ryan?

Rawr!

Let's go!

Sophie!

Train's coming!

Let's go!

Amateur Internet sleuths have compiled evidence

of what they claim might be real snuff films

circulating online.

The animal was now ready to become the main dish.

No!

The videos themselves have spawned

countless disturbing and violent imitations,

leading to concerns that future copycat videos

may become more extreme and potentially even deadly.

It has come to my attention

that those [bleep] death videos are real.

Do not watch these videos.

If you keep watching these videos,

they will make more of them, and they will spread.

Kino spokesperson Valon Mendez issued this statement.

Kino is committed

to the safety and welfare of our community.

All content that violates our guidelines

is promptly removed from the platform.

She goes on to say, "We respect our users' privacy

and rights to free speech."

Train coming!

Let me see. It's gonna be okay.

I'm Margot.

Okay.

Okay.

Oh. Oh.

Come here. Come here.

Thank you so much.

- Come here. I'm here to help. - He'll come back.

We have to go now.

- Who? Who is he? - I don't know.

Is he making videos? Have you seen anything?

- I don't know. We have to go. - Please. Please!

Anything, please! - No, no, no.

Just tell me anything.

Wait. Wait. - Hurry, please.

No! Oh, no! It's gonna be okay.

I'll come back for you. I promise.

I'll come back for you. I'll come back for you.

Let's go. Let's go!

Let's go, let's go.

I find this kind of death particularly tragic.

It's caused by sheer stupidity.

Often, we do things which later we regret.

Through situations such as this,

I am further able to understand the fine line

between life and death.

When it is a person's time to die,

the forces of nature have little discrimination.

- Wait, wait, wait. - We have to go.

- We need evidence. - I amevidence.

Evidence of the videos.

Margot!

We have to go!

Margot!

Fuck.

Margot.

Margot!

Come on!

Margot! Fuck it.

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! - Zigzag, Sammy!

Zigzag! - Fuck.

Help!

Help! Help!

Fuck. Fucking idiots.

Help! No! Help!

Okay.

Okay.

Aah!

Aah!

No!

Sam!

Sam!

Sam!

Aah!

Fuck.

Blahhhh!

No.

No, no, no.

Wait.

Your call cannot be completed as dialed.

No, no, no, no.

Wait! Wait! Wait! - Get down!

- Wait! Wait! Wait! - Get in the car.

Please. You have to help me.

You have to help me.

No!

No! Please!

Ah!

What's your emergency?

Hello. Hello.

Hello? Hello?

Ma'am, are you there?

Yeah. I'm here.

Yes, this is emergency services.

How can I help you?

No!

No! - Hello?

Ma'am, are you there?

911. What's your emergency?

Hi. Uh, my name is Arthur Spevak,

and I want to report an incident.

Oh. Keep going, keep-- keep going.

It's this one right here.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

So this is the house? Looks familiar?

Yeah. I-I only saw it from the back.

Just stay here. We're gonna go talk to him,

and you let us know if you recognize him.

Alright? - Okay.

Unit 1124,

we received a 1498 from the resident at Hilton Court.

A Caucasian female in a blue floral shirt.

Trespassing.

Copy that. Miss, wait here.

Just a second.

Just a second.

Jacksonville PD. Open up.

Oh, officers.

Oh, I am so relieved to see you.

Oh, no.

What's she doing here? That woman is disturbed.

She's obsessed with me. She keeps--

She keeps accusing me of keeping people tied up in my basement.

Do you live here alone, sir?

Is there anyone else in the house currently?

No, it's-- it's just me.

I mean, it was my parents' house,

but, uh, recently they passed.

Train accident. - I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you know why we're here today?

Well, I assume because I called you about her.

Sir, this woman claims she was held against her will

at this location.

Listen, officers, I am so happy to cooperate.

But this isn't the first time

she has shown up making false accusations about me.

You get it. She just wants my attention.

- He's lying! - Miss, you need to step back!

- Officer, please. Please. - I am not gonna ask you again.

Step back to the sidewalk.

Please. Just go inside.

I'm standing here covered in blood,

telling you this man is killing people.

Alright. Relax, relax.

Just go inside the fucking house!

- Step back. I won't ask again. - Just go inside, please.

- Officers. - Sir, we don't need your help.

- She has had a hard time. - Sir--

You understand? She killed her own sister.

- You're the fucking killer! - Let him go!

- You're the fucking killer! - Hey! Let go!

- Let him go! - You're the killer!

- Let him go! - Let me go!

Get the fuck off of me!

You know, I just want her to get the help that she needs.

Anyway, I won't be pressing charges.

Have a great day and thanks for coming by.

- Sir, that'll be enough. - I really appreciate it.

You proud of me, Sammy?

Did I do good? Putting on a show for the pigs.

I am inspired.

You have freed me.

Given me true artistic license.

And people have always criticized me my entire life.

They think they know what I'm capable of,

but they haven't seen anything yet.

Come on, come on.

- Oh! - Come on!

There we go.

The police said you had a mental-health crisis.

What happened?

I was running from a serial killer.

Well, whatever it was, it's...

It's got to hurt.

Your blood tests showed fentanyl in your system.

Are you having trouble with drugs or alcohol?

I can make you an appointment with a social worker

who can find you a longer-term treatment for your addiction.

I'm not an addict!

We've instituted a new harm reduction protocol.

Do you know how to administer Narcan?

Are you ready, Sammy? It's showtime.

Fucked up. Yeah.

Apparently, he's posting a new one tonight.

Yeah. I'm obsessed.

Have you seen the original movie thing?

Yeah. "Faces." It's iconic.

But there is another kind of killer.

The human being who murders for no apparent reason.

This person is placed in a situation

where violence is the only means

of dealing with reality.

I hate to ask this, but...

do I know you from somewhere?

You mean the train video?

Is that you?

Yep.

That's me.

Man, that's fucked up.

Hey, Margot.

Welcome to my home.

Where's the drive?

Somewhere secure.

Where?

When I know everyone is safe, I'll tell you.

Empty your pockets.

What's that?

It's lipstick.

Show me.

Gotta look sharp.

In the corner.

Go on.

Go on, go on.

Would you say you like my work?

- What? - Are you a fan of my work?

Sure. I'm a fan.

So you get it, then?

Get what?

When I found out you were Train Girl, I thought to myself,

"Now, shereally gets it."

People love me, Margot.

Kino loves me.

The news and advertisers love me.

The gun companies and home-security companies

and the government loves me.

I mean, you saw. Even the cops love me.

It is the attention economy

and, baby, business is booming.

- Why "Faces"? - What?

Why "Faces of Death"?

Why that movie?

Because the algorithm loves remakes.

People love remakes.

If it is a remake,

well, you can get away with murder. Hmm.

And "Faces" is funny.

People like funny shit, right?

I came here for Sam and the kid.

If you insist.

Garage.

Keep going.

You know, you really should be more grateful.

You are a part of the future.

Go on.

To the left. That's it.

Open it.

We are going to live forever.

Sam?

Sam?!

Where is she?

It's not exactly canon.

I took some creative license.

You like it? - Aah!

What?! No!

Oh!

What did you do? - Such a little cuck, Margot.

Like, how dumb are you?

You can't hurt me. People know where I am.

I don't want to hurt you. I want to work with you.

I don't want to have to shoot you.

I want you to go out with some flair.

No. Please, please, please, please, please.

- Hmm. - Please.

Go. Go.

Please, please, please.

No!!

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

I don't have all day, Margot. Shit is starting to smell.

Please, please, please, don't.

Please.

Ple--

See?

Was that so hard?

What do you think, Sammy?

You think it's gonna resonate, hmm?

What do you think of our magnum opus?

You know, Margot...

...your sister was a real face of death.

And now...

you are going to join her.

Immortalized.

Hmm.

It's like a real family business with you guys.

Honestly... I'm jealous.

Now let's get to it.

No!

No.

Aah!

Narcan.

I have your confession.

My name is Margot Romero,

a.k.a. Train Girl.

And this is Arthur Spevak.

Nobody would listen to me.

But now you will.

Because what do they say?

Give the people what they want.

This is so much better.

Shut up!

I realize that when we die, it really isn't the end.

Somehow I feel the soul in each of us

remains a traveler forever.

During the past 20 years,

I know that my compulsion to understand death

was much greater than just an obsession.

My dreams had dictated my mission.

To discover a circle that forever repeats itself.

The end of the beginning or the beginning of the end?

I'll leave that decision to you.

I realize that when we die, it really isn't the end.

Somehow I feel the soul in each of us--

The moment death occurs, my expertise is called upon.

Was plagued with the many faces of death.

My travels have taken me all over the world,

searching for the various situations

that have dealt with our ultimate enemy.

I've seen with my own eyes a myriad of experiences

that have led me to a greater awareness

of the living.

We have developed a world

that refuses to recognize our own destiny,

displayed with the many faces of death.

During the past 20 years,

I know that my compulsion to understand death

is much greater than just an obsession.

My dreams have dictated my vision.

Now it is time to witness the final moment.

To discover a circle that forever repeats itself.

The end of the beginning or the beginning of the end?

I'll leave that decision to you.