All language subtitles for Scream Queens s01e07 Girls.eng

Previously on Scream
Queens... (gasps, screams)

CHANEL: Once again,
death came to Kappa House.

(people screaming)

I want everything Chanel has,

and that includes you.

If we're ever gonna find out
what happened to that baby,

we have to figure out who that woman was.

GIGI: That got way out of hand.

He's got to go.

CHANEL: I think I figured
out what my problem is.

I'm way too nice.

As soon as Chanel 2's parents learned

that their daughter's
dead body had been found,

they went on a cruise to celebrate.

That's how much they
hated this dead bitch.

So when it fell to me

to host an open casket funeral

and fulfill her dying
wish of being cremated

and shot into space, I
was like, "Yeah, okay."

So stupid.

This is what happens
to sneaky backstabbers.

(kisses)

CHANEL 3: Just so you know,
I took all your clothes.

CHANEL 5: It's too bad you had to die...

before we found out
what ethnicity you are.

CHAD: Godspeed, Chanel 2.

God, I loved porking you so much.

CHANEL: Dearly beloved,

we're gathered here today
because a backstabbing

little bitch got exactly
what was coming to her.

Chanel 2 literally never had my back.

Whenever I wanted to strut across campus

or down a long hallway
with the other Chanels,

she'd always be like, "I have a colonic!"

So instead of strutting across campus

in a beautiful diamond formation,

we were forced to strut across
campus in a triad formation,

like a bunch of hobos, because Number Two

didn't think she should
have to walk behind me.

But whenever I find myself

descending a staircase in heels,

you can bet Number Two
was right there behind me

with a helpful little nudge.

(screams)

Oops, sorry, Chanel.

This dumb dead whore also

used her high-ponied
wiles to seduce my man

into rubbing uglies with her.

So I hope you all grasp the concept

that this is what happens when
you rub uglies with my man...

You end up dead!

So, have fun being dead, Number Two.

You were a stupid, little trollop,

and I hope you're
burning in hell right now.

Amen.

Amen!

Now, I'd like to invite
you all out to the driveway

to the mobile crematorium
for some light refreshments,

courtesy of our friends
at spaceburial.today.

Thank you.

Chanel, are you in here?

CHANEL: Go away!

We just wanted to make sure you're okay.

We think it be good for you
to open up and talk things out.

CHANEL: There's nothing left to talk about.

Number Two's soul is rotting in hell

and her remains have been cremated

and are on their way to Cape
Canaveral! I just can't stop

thinking about Number
Two and Chad having sex.

HESTER: I just find it

so shocking that Chanel2

would betray you like that.

CHANEL: Do you?

Do you find it so shocking?

Because you also tried to
sleep with Chad, Number Six.

And you tried to frame me for murder!

I mean, I went to jail because
of you! I'm so sorry, Chanel.

I promise to never betray your trust again.

You most certainly won't
betray my trust ever again,

because you will never
have my trust ever again!

Look, we think you need
to contact Number Two,

and just give her a
chance to do right by you.

What the hell are you talking about?! How?!

Well, I found this old talking board

in the basement. Those things don't work!

Yes, they do. Didn't you see the movie?

The movie Ouija? No! No one did!

Tonight we're having a
Chanel Night, where we heal

all wounds among the
Chanels, both living and dead.

We'll order in some duck
sauce for our cotton balls

and contact Chanel 2 so she can
prove to you that she's sorry.

What do you say?

CHANEL: This board looks evil.

What are you talking about...
It has two dancing demons,

a dead old lady and cute little pentagrams.

Okay, so how is this supposed to work?

We all put our hands on this thing

called a planchette and
promise not to move it.

Chanel 2's spirit will
move it after we contact her.

What if Chanel 2 is busy
getting Eiffel-Towered

by Hitler and Satan?

Let's just try it, okay?

Chanel 2...

It's Chanels

and 6 contacting you

from beyond the grave...

Are you there, Chanel Number 2...?

Are you there...?

Oh, my God, it's working!

We have to ask her a question

only she would know the answer to.

Got it.

Chanel 2,

does Chanel5's vagina have teeth?

(gasps) You can't ask her that!

(gasping)

It's her.

Also?

I love this thing.

Okay, what should we ask her next?

Are you moving it? No, are you?

No, are you? I'm not moving it.

Uh, what's it spelling?

C...

H...

A...

D.

(gasps) Chad.

Chad?

I...

S...

Is.

Chad is...

Cheating...

On-on you.

No, that-that can't be true.

He promised he'd be monogamous.

It's...

True.

It's not true!

Chad promised!

Chanel 2 is screwing with
me from beyond the grave!

Well, everyone in this
room, sit up and take notice.

I am going to prove that bitch wrong!

(groans loudly)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Who's this?

No, I'm sorry, I don't
know anyone by that name.

Yeah, I used to know and
love someone by that name,

but I've forced myself
to forget that they exist,

because they continuously let me down.

Yes, I am talking about
you! What is wrong with you?!

I told you to get rid of him!

We are not kidnappers.

We are murderers, hell bent on revenge.

I told you this.

That is our brand, and
if he's messing with it,

he has to go! No.

I do not want to hear about
how this is hard for you, okay?

You know what's hard for me?

Trying to cook coq Au vin

while managing this whole
years-in-the-making revenge plan

without anyone's help!

And since you guys are
so clearly inefficient

at killing everyone, I now have to come up

with an overly elaborate plan

to get the scent off of us, too.

Honey, I'm home!

(door closes)

I have to go.

Now, will you please go kill some people?

Hello, best boyfriend ever.

Hi.

Oh...

Who was that on the phone?

Oh, no one.

Just some family drama.

Oh. Shall we eat?

GIGI: I feel ridiculous.

Well, just come out so I can see.

(gasps)

First of all,

the waist on these jeans is way too low.

And I feel like the
jacket needs a fun pattern,

like something the Fresh
Prince of Bel Air would wear?

Okay, look, my dad is a mega-dork

and he's super into you, but I know him,

and trust me, he's gonna start

getting bummed about
your clothes eventually.

Okay, I'm not totally sure

you understand how fashion works.

In, like, five years, my clothes

are gonna be super hip again.

Probably right,

but if you really like my dad,
you should be taking advice

from the girl who knows him
better than anyone in the world.

Hmm?

It's pretty, huh?

Is he still mad at me?

You know, for not leaving campus?

Mad? No.

No, no, no.

Worried? Yeah.

Is that what today is about?

Are you trying to get
some Dad Intel from me?

Kind of.

Aw, I get it, hon.

And I'm very touched.

Not in my, not in my head.

Touched in my heart.

Look, I really like your dad.

Like his playlists.

I like the borderline-creepy
way he looks out for you.

I like that he hasn't dated anyone

in, like, 18 years and
somehow makes it not seem

really, super weird.

He's kind of the perfect guy.

And that guy deserves a girl who
doesn't dress like Brenda Walsh.

(chuckles)

Oh, who wears a white T-shirt?

Everybody... like, literally
everybody wears white T-shirts.

Well, thanks for being cool with me.

I know this hasn't been easy on you.

Well, you know, I just like
seeing my dad happy, so...

Hey, that reminds me,

I know you and, uh, Pete

have been doing some
investigative reporting

for the school paper.

Yeah.

Have you guys looked into Feather McCarthy?

Yeah, she was a sister at
Kappa a couple of years ago

and ended up leaving the house.

But I remember there being a lot of drama

surrounding her at the central office.

Pretty sure Dean Munsch was involved.

Do you think this girl could have

a vendetta against Kappa house?

Oh, I would be more interested

to know her thoughts about Dean Munsch.

Hey!

You know what would
look great with this top?

Like, a neon leather jacket
with huge shoulder pads!

WOMAN: It's really weird.

I haven't been inside here in a while.

Feather, we wanted to ask you

some questions about Dean Munsch.

She did it.

Whatever it is, she was involved somehow.

That woman is friggin' nuts.

I made the mistake of crossing her,

and it got dark.

What happened?

Well, it was two years ago

that I met her husband, Dr. Munsch,

and we sort of became involved.

He was my Beatles 101 professor.

(guitar playing)

(chuckles)

I love that song.

Well, normally I don't
perform for my students.

But... Feather,

you are such

a strong woman.

I love the way you challenge
me in the classroom.

FEATHER: I mean, he wasn't
really attractive at all,

but I mean, he was the Beatles professor.

So we started having sex.

Not all the time.

He was in his mid-50s, so
he could only get it up,

like, once or twice a week.

When he broke the news to Dean Munsch,

she went crazy.

Cathy, I want a divorce.

Feather and I are in love.

FEATHER: I knew then that she
was going to come after me.

She kicked Dr. Munsch out of the house,

and he had to move in to Kappa House.

Pink. Tell us something
you learned this week

about what it means to be a woman.

Oh, yes.

(laughter) Oh, yes.

Um...

(groaning)

(screaming)

FEATHER: Everywhere I'd
go, she'd just be there,

dressed exactly like me.

(screaming)

Dean Munsch pulled some strings,

and got me kicked out of Kappa House.

I couldn't show my face on campus,

so I've been finishing
up my education online.

After the divorce went through,

Steven got his house back,

and he asked me to move in with him.

But listen to this.

A week later,

I was home alone with period cramps,

so I decided to take a bubble bath.

Steven had this old iPod thing

that you plug in, and it
picks up music from the air.

(buzzing, screaming)

A transistor radio.

That's how the old dean died.

A transistor fell in her bathtub.

Feather.

Are you saying that you believe

Dean Munsch is capable of murder?

Yes.

(sighs)

We're now working on a
story about how Dean Munsch

is behind all the murders on campus.

Are you willing to go
on record as a source?

You bet I am.

(owl hooting)

Baby, I'm home.

I picked up your Metamucil

in that orange flavor that you like.

(chuckles) Hey, did you spill ketchup

in the shape of an arrow on the floor?

(screaming)

Honey?

Stephen?

(screaming)

Chad! Chad Radwell!

I spoke to dead Chanel 2,

and you and I need to
have a frank conversation.

Chad?

(goat bleating)

Chad, it's me.

(gasps)

Chad?

Chanel, this is not what it looks like!

Are you having sex with a goat?

We had a promise, Chad.

You looked me in the eye

and promised me you would
try to be monogamous!

Uh, yeah, huh-doi, Chanel,
I have been monogamous.

Yes, I've looked

at a ton of porn, yes,

I've been rubbing one out
every five to ten minutes.

But, no, Chanel, I have not cheated on you.

Liar! Chanel 2

told me from beyond the grave

that you were cheating,

and then I catch you in
bed with a farm animal!

Hey, she is not a "farm animal."

Her name is Rammy,

and she is a non-human helper companion!

What?

I am leaving.

I am breaking up with you.

Good-bye, Chad.

Chanel!

You are gonna close that door,

and you're gonna hear me out.

You have 30 seconds.

(sighs)

My whole life,

I've lived with a secret shame.

And that secret shame is that...

(sighs)

(Rammy bleating)

I'm lactose intolerant.

This is insane.

No, it's not insane, Chanel.

Lactose intolerance afflicts

around 50% of the human population,

who spend their entire lives
walking past Baskin Robbins

knowing that if they even
have a little bit of ice cream,

they're gonna fart a bunch.

And if you weren't so ignorant,

and you cracked a book
every once in a while,

you would know that goat's milk,

it's lactose free.

And if I gently rub Rammy's
belly for eight to ten minutes,

she will relax enough

to allow milking that
could yield up to two liters

of nutritious, lactose free protein

that keeps this bod looking hot, Chanel.

Oh, Chad, I'm so sorry!

I mean, that makes so much sense.

I'm so sorry I doubted you.

I promise I'll never let
dead Number Two's messages

get between us again.

She's clearly trying

to break us up from beyond the grave!

Look, you just can't let
dead people get to you.

Okay, they're super
pissed off they're dead,

so they're coming from a place of anger.

I know.

Look, if it makes you feel any better

we can totally bang if you want.

That would be so nice.

Oh, um,

I got to milk Rammy first.

(bleating)

She's super relaxed right now,

and that udder is, like, bursting.

(laughs) I mean,

I knew I had had one hurricane too many,

but let's be honest,

one hurricane is one hurricane too many.

But so drunk that you fall down the stairs

in your own apartment?

Wow.

I've been to your apartment.

Uh, you don't have any stairs.

Well, that shows you

how drunk I was.

I hallucinated

a flight of stairs.

Um, this-this is awkward
because, you know,

we're kind of friends. Oh, no, no, no.

When my mouth has been
where it's been on your body,

I think we can safely say

we are more than kind of friends.

Yeah, of course.

The thing is, you see,

we've been investigating
these murders on campus,

and it's been really hard

for us to connect them

because we haven't been
able to find a real motive.

Oh, well, keep your chin up.

I'm sure you'll figure something out. Ow.

Right.

Uh, the thing is, I kind of think we have.

Hmm.

Look, this is super awkward,

but someone killed and dismembered

your ex-husband last night,

and they put his head in a fish tank.

Please tell me they killed
that bitch, Feather, too.

No. She's fine, but me and the guys

down at the station, we're
pretty sure you did it.

I'm sorry?

I mean, you have motive,

no one actually saw you

at the White Stallion last night,

and you have all of the markings

of someone who's been in a fight.

And since the murder was so brutal,

it kind of makes sense that you might be

behind all the recent killings.

(chuckles) So, like,

I'm sorry, but you're under arrest.

Okay.

Come on.

Now, I'm not playing.
Seriously, you're under arrest.

Yeah, I know. (chuckles)

Come on over.

I'm serious. Stand up.

Come make me.

No, stand up. You're under arrest! Backup!

Backup! (laughs)

What?!

Oh, come on!

Get her, boys.

Come on, seriously?

Are you sure

this is really necessary?

If you really are the Red Devil Killer,

then you're exceptionally nuts.

This is for our safety.

(siren wailing)

(Grace sighs)

I mean, look at this.
She is the only suspect

who could have been at every murder site.

The only one that gets tricky is the one

in the house when my dad
and Gigi got attacked.

Yeah, but according to
the Dickie Dollar Scholars,

there were two Red Devils,

so it could have easily been her henchman.

Look, she was involved in
the cover-up 20 years ago,

she has openly stated her hatred for Kappa,

so motive is clearly not an issue.

And there's been no new killings

since they arrested her.

Look, if we use your amazing
chart as art for the story,

I feel very comfortable with this headline.

I was going to write,

"Hottest Girl in School
Figures Out Who the Killer Is,"

but it was too long.

(laughs)

(sighs)

I mean, I can't believe we did it.

I can't believe this is really over.

I mean there are still so
many questions to answer,

you know, like, where is the baby

and why did Dean Munsch
decide to start doing this now,

but I don't know, at least
we know we're all safe again.

Grace.

You know how after the
first time we kissed,

you said we could not keep making out

until we found who the killer was.

That's true. You know,

we couldn't waste time kissing

when people were in danger.

But now they're no longer in danger.

I mean, you said it yourself.

Did I?

Well, then, I guess

circumstances have changed.

(phone rings)

Um, I...

I should...

Can that just...

Sorry, sorry. Please, yeah, yeah.

Uh, hello?

Oh, um, okay.

Okay. See you soon.

That was Dean Munsch calling
from the mental hospital.

She said she needs to see us tomorrow.

Place is much nicer than I thought it'd be.

We don't show visitors the
gross parts of the hospital.

It's too upsetting for them.

GRACE: Isn't it also

upsetting for the patients?

NURSE: Nah.

They don't care. They're nuts.

Dean Munsch is this way.

Dean Munsch?

Ah.

Grace, Peter,

how lovely of you to visit.

Please, pull up a chair.

I was just doing a little sketching.

Designing formal wear
is an old hobby of mine.

With the running of the
school, I just haven't had

a minute to sketch at all.

Look what I've been able to accomplish

with a little free time.

Wait, you like it here?

Mm. This needs ice.

Therapy twice a day.

Plenty of time to rest
and dream again, you know.

No booze, obviously,
but the meds are divine.

The little blue ones

make you feel like your organs
are floating in a warm bath. Mm.

I mean, Picasso over there,
she's been here 30 years.

She can leave whenever she wants.

She knows it doesn't
get any better than this.

She likes to paint the patients.

I paint them all.

I'm sorry, I just don't understand

why you called us down here.

Look, I know Detective Chisolm.

And he's a nice man, but he's lazy.

He thinks this case is
solved, but it's not.

And I know you two are

crackerjack investigative reporters,

and if I give you an
acorn, you're not gonna rest

until it is a giant tree.

And I'm not gonna rest until
Feather is hanging from a noose

from its highest branch,

executed by the state for the crime

of murdering my ex-husband.

You think Feather killed him?

Oh, I know she did.

And I wouldn't be surprised

if she had something to do with

the other killings going on around here.

The girl is trouble.

She always has been.

You know, I knew she was no good

as soon as I saw her in that bathtub.

I don't trust a girl with
a huge bush of pubic hair.

Makes me think she has something to hide.

You mean when you tried to electrocute her?

Here's the thing, Dean.

We already did our story on
the death of your ex-husband,

and it all led to you.

GRACE: And now the story

that we're working on

is about what happened to that baby.

Well, okay.

You want to play quid pro quo, Clarice?

Then you run along

and you look into Feather for me.

And when you bring back the dirt on her,

then I'll tell you about the little baby.

NURSE: Lunchtime. (groans)

Really?

Nurse, I specifically told
you I cannot eat deli meats.

The sulfites in them send
me into anaphylactic shock.

No salami and certainly no bologna!

Really!

It's a lawsuit!

(sighs)

So do we have an agreement?

We do.

Excellent.

Fine. I'll be your lackey,

but just because we want
that info on that baby.

And I want you to know that
I think you killed them all,

and I hope you get the
electric chair for it.

Come on.

Pete.

Hey.

Oh. Um, wow.

You work fast.

I paint them all.

Well, thanks.

Hey.

How did you get Chisolm
to give you all these?

I threatened to file a Freedom
of Information Act suit. Mm.

Doesn't that take a
long time to go through?

Yeah, but I told him it
would mean weeks of paperwork

and a trip or two down to the courthouse,

so he just handed me the
key to his file cabinet.

It's amazing, Dean Munsch is right.

He's seriously the laziest
detective of all time.

Look.

What is that?

Looks like a half-eaten sandwich.

"Investigators found a half-eaten sandwich

"covered in bloody fingerprints
near the lower right leg

"of the departed Dr. Munsch.

"Fingerprints were obscured by gloves,

"but considering that
the blood on the bread

"was Dr. Munsch's and that his hand

"was found clear across the room

"and without any gloves
on, investigators surmise

that the killer made a sandwich
after murdering Dr. Munsch."

Does it say what kind of sandwich it was?

Um...

Bologna.

Dean Munsch said she'd go
into shock if she ate boloney.

Which means she couldn't have
made and eaten the sandwich.

Which means she couldn't
have killed her ex-husband.

Which means the killer is still out there.

(gasps) Oh, my God, do you think
she's right and it's Feather?

We need to get some of
Feather's DNA and compare it

to the DNA on the boloney sandwich.

Her toothbrush.

It must still be at the crime scene, right?

Let's go. If she really is the killer,

then she could strike again at any time.

Means none of us are safe.

Let's go.

(thunder rumbling)

Chanel 2, we're contacting
you from beyond the grave.

Again.

CHANEL 3: Are you there, Chanel 2?

Hi. Chanel2, it's Chanel.

I've frickin' had it with you!

Thanks a bunch for lying and saying

that Chad was cheating on me with a goat,

when in reality, he has a disability

and needs healthful,
lactose-free goat's milk.

Technically, she just
said that he was cheating,

but she never said anything about a goat.

Don't interrupt me when
I'm talking to a dead girl!

HESTER: Chanel 2,

if this is really you, use
your magical dead powers

to tell me how many
tampons I have in my purse.

Oh, my God!

She is right. She is right.

Why do you have nine tampons?

How big is your cooch?

(sighs)

Chanel #2,

if it's really you, use
your special dead telepathy

to answer a question no one
knows the answer to but me.

When I was two, what breakfast cereal

did I accidentally breathe
into my lungs and nearly die?

Oh, my God, it's moving.

I...

X...

Dix? You choked on Dix?

Kix!

I choked on Kix.

It's real. She knew.

Okay, guys, I really think we should stop,

because this is really,
really freaking me out.

No, hooker! We're not stopping.

If this really is Chanel 2,

then she'll know the
answer to the real question.

Chanel 2, who's killing everybody?

(all gasp)

She says you are.

That's it!

I am done with this dead, lying bitch!

I'm done with you, Number Two!

Have fun in hell going to
dinner with Osama bin Laden.

Get in here. Close the door.

Chanel 2 is telling us the
truth from beyond the grave.

Chanel is the killer.

But, I mean, can we really
trust a satanic talking board?

It knew how many tampons.

Talking boards tend
not to hold up in court.

Even if it did, there's
no jail that can hold her.

Last time we sent her to jail,
she immediately got bailed out.

I mean, yeah, by me, but...

No one is safe. She's onto us.

She is the killer, and
she is gonna come after us.

There's only one solution.

Flee?

No!

We have to kill Chanel.

Okay. So we're all
agreed Chanel has to die.

- Right?
- Right.

Yeah, okay, I guess.

But the question is: how?

We have to be super sneaky about it,

because if we're not, she'll
smell a rat and kill us first.

- I say we poison her bras.
- What?

We soak all of her bras in poison,

and then once they dry and she puts one on,

we're like, "Chanel, there's a new

Barneys Co-op down the street. Hurry."

And then she'll put one on,
and she'll start running,

and she'll start to sweat,
and then the poison will

seep through her nips and kill her.

That's a horrible idea!

Okay.

How about this?

We take all of Chanel's diamonds

and we crush them into a
powder, and then we have

a sugar party where
everyone eats bowls of sugar.

Except Chanel's bowl
isn't filled with sugar,

it's powdered diamonds

that slice open her esophagus
and kill her from the inside.

What the hell is a sugar party?

Okay, who just

sits around eating bowls of sugar?

And how do you even crush a diamond?

It's, like, the hardest substance on Earth.

Shut up, Number Five.

It's a great idea.

You're just pissed you didn't think of it.

CHANEL: Think of what?

What's a great idea?

Nothing, Chanel. We were just talking about

throwing a sugar party.

Oh, where everyone just
eats bowls of sugar?

Yeah, I love those.

Love it.

Has anyone seen my Prunex?

I'm not feeling well.

What's Prunex?

It's a liquid laxative, Number Five!

Some of us with souls, who aren't

friendless psychopaths,
find that the stress

of having a mass-murderer on campus

makes them slightly irregular.

Now, I'm taking some
Prunex and I'm going to bed!

Here it is. Hmm.

Good night, sluts.

(exhales)

We're doing it. Tonight.

Once the Prunex knocks her out cold,

we're murdering Chanel.

(gasps)

You.

What are you doing here?

Hey, Chanel. It's Chanel 2.

Yeah, I know who you are.

I asked what you're doing here.

I thought you were dead.

I am dead. I'm burning in hell.

I came back from the
grave to apologize to you.

What? Seriously?

That's right.

See, despite what you've heard,

hell sucks; it's not fun.

Yes, there are waterslides,

but they're lined with razor blades

and you splash down into
a pool of boiling pee.

Also,

zero dinosaurs.

There's no dinosaurs?

No. As soon as I got there,

I was like, "Where are the dinosaurs?"

And they were like, "We know.

Jesus broke in and stole them."

(scoffs)

Also, do you know what my job is?

I have to pick food

out of Uday and Qusay Hussein's beards

- with my teeth for the rest of eternity.
- Ew.

So yesterday I marched
right up to the front desk

and I'm like, "What do I
have to do to get to Heaven?"

And do you know what Carl Sagan said to me?

That I had to make

things right with you, Chanel.

So that's what I'm here to do.

The truth is,

(sighs) I always admired you.

I'm sorry I never told you.

I guess I was just intimidated
by your beauty and intelligence.

(chuckles)

And I'm sorry I had sex with Chad Radwell.

I was just jealous. I wanted what you had,

and I really needed my tube packed.

Well, why did you use
that satanic talking board

to tell everyone he cheated on me

and that I was the killer?

I don't know. I'm sorry.

I was just probably in a bad mood

'cause Adolf Hitler was
motor-boating my boobs.

Well, thank you, Chanel 2.

I accept your apology.

And I'm sorry you got
murdered and are dead.

(sighs) There's something
else I should tell you,

something important.

The other Chanels are gonna
try to murder you, Chanel.

They're gonna try to murder you tonight.

What? They're on their
way back from the mall

with a bowling ball they're gonna use

to bash your skull in

as soon as you pass out from your Prunex.

Well, looks like I'll
have to kill them first.

No! Be the bigger person!

(sighs)

These girls need you.

Kappa House needs you.

Now rise up

and be the leader I know you can be.

(gasps, sighs)

(dog barking in distance)

(groans)

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I just,

I just get a little faint when I see blood.

All right, let's go.

Which one do you think is hers?

The pink one. It looks newer.

Old people toothbrushes
are always super worn down

and have that rubber tip thing at the end.

Okay. so now we have
to give this to the cops

so we can compare the DNA
and wait for the results.

All right, all right, all right.

A perfect DNA match.

That is what the lab said.

The person that used this toothbrush

is the same person that bit
into that boloney sandwich.

I should have figured it out myself.

It always bugged me why someone

would go through all that effort

to make a sandwich and not finish it.

It's pretty suspicious behavior.

So the DNA on that toothbrush

and the sandwich definitely
belongs to Feather?

Without a doubt, she killed him.

And I guess all of that killing

and dismembering

and pretending that it wasn't her

made her
hungry...

But not that hungry.

If she would only have
had a bigger appetite,

she might have gotten away with it.

Anyway, great work guys.

The force owes you one.

The whole campus does, I suppose.

Clearly Feather McCarthy is our Red Devil.

But what about Dean Munsch?

(door closes) Oh, Mommy's home.

I was released as soon
as Feather was arrested.

I'm sorry

I didn't get to see her

dragged away in chains.

I heard she cried like a little bitch.

Do you really think she's responsible

for all of the killings on campus?

And how is she related to
what happened here in 1995?

Well, I can't be sure,

but what I do know is that Feather McCarthy

is Feather McNutty.

I did a little digging,

and it turns out that
Feather had a Web site

called "ILoveBologna.org".

And she's what a psychiatrist

friend of mine refers
to as a "capicolaphilist"

which is not, as I thought,
someone who's turned on

by the sight and feel

of lunch meats but,

more disgustingly, someone who's turned on

by someone who pronounces bologna

the way it's
spelled... "bow-log-na."

That is what we down at the station

like to call an "orgy of evidence."

Mmm.

Now, we don't actually have a motive

that ties her to all

the other recent killings,

but, you know, statistically speaking,

the chances that there is a woman capable

of murdering and dismembering

her boyfriend and then a whole other

crazy, creative killer

on one campus at the
same time are pretty slim.

I didn't run the numbers,
but they'd have to be, right?

Yes.

And thanks to you two go-getters,

order has not just
been restored...

It has been improved!

Hold on.

What? We had a deal.

(sighs) Tell me what happened to the baby.

And how Feather is related to all this.

No way she's the killer

if she doesn't have a connection.

Come to my office alone.

Next week.

Next week?

I'm running

an institution of higher learning

and designing dresses for awards season.

Give me a break.

I'm gonna cut to the chase.

I know what you three are up to.

You're plotting to murder me.

What? No!

Chanel, that's insane.

I would sooner kill my own mother.

Can it, manatees!
I know the truth

because I'm smarter than all of you.

What I'm curious about is what,
exactly, is taking so long?

- We couldn't agree on how to do it.
- ?Shh! Shut up, number three.

Well, what method were you
leaning towards?

We were going to put rat poison
in your Prunex.

But I was worried you'd taste it
and know you'd been poisoned

and run to the hospital.

See, this is why you turdlets need me.

You're not even competent enough
to kill one lousy sorority co-president.

Newsflash, felchers:
Rat poison only works

because rodents
don't have a gag reflex.

If you gave a human rat poison,
they would immediately puke it all up,

so not only would I have survived

your attempt on my life,
it would have also made me skinnier.

I'm so sorry, Chanel.

It was stupid to try to murder you.

We only did it because we thought
that you were the killer!

(sighs) I'm willing to
let bygones be bygones

and chalk this attempted murder
up to youthful enthusiasm.

And I'm sorry, too.
You're not the only ones

who think I could be a better leader.

Chanel 2 appeared to me last night

in a prunex fever dream and said
essentially the same thing.

So in an effort to buy back
your friendship,

I got you all presents.

We are gonna use these
Nancy Drew-looking sleuthing caps

and enormous magnifying glasses

and catch the killer as a team.

But they already caught the killer.

Trust me. That Feather didn't kill anyone.

She's too stupid.

When I first met her,
she asked me what my name was

and then asked me
what her name was.

Wait, if Feather's not
the killer, who is?

There are two killers, and their
names are Grace and Zayday.

I'll remind you that this
killing spree began

when those two walked
into this house.

They're trying to bring
down this sorority

and steal our hot,
popular boyfriends.

The four of us are gonna expose

those sluts for the killers they are

and restore order to Kappa Kappa Tau.

Do I make myself clear,
you whores?

Good.

(Dory Previn's "Beware of Young
Girls" begins)

Munsch:
I'm not gonna lie.

I'm feeling good.

And not because
that little bitch feather

is going to prison

After killing my ex-husband.

I'm feeling good
because she's going to prison

after not killing him.

Feather didn't kill my hubby.

I did.

With a serial killer
on the loose,

it was perfect timing.

I knew the murder would
probably just get lumped in

with all the others.

And with the cops desperate
to stop the killer

before he killed again,

I knew they'd be sloppy
with the evidence.

Oh, I had the bologna idea
years ago,

when a cherubic little co-ed

wandered into my office.

I think that I should get
at least

three credit hours
of foreign language

because my family
just summered in Bologna.

Do you know
where Bologna is?

It's in Italy.

Bologna's amazing.

Bologna's my favorite.

I love bologna.

Bologna, bologna, bologna.

I could go on about bologna
all day long.

You know,

If you love bologna so much,

why don't you start a blog
about it?

I could definitely get you

some class credit for that.

That's a really good idea!

Thank you!

You're welcome.

You know, dean munsch,

you're really lucky.

Your husband is really cute.

Bye!

Munsch:
Sorry, Feather,

but you messed with
the wrong dean of students

I didn't do it!

You have to believe me!

No, no, no, no!

Please!

Please, I'm innocent!

I loved him!

I loved him!

Munsch:
Here's to young girls

getting what
they had coming to them.

You know what they say...

"Nothing tastes as good
as revenge feels."

Actually, they don't say it.

I just sort of made that up.

But here's something
they do say...

"Hell hath no fury

like a woman scorned."

You can't do this! Please!

No! No! (sobbing)

No, no, no.

...Was so cute,
but you know me.

I've got to stay focused.

I cannot have him...

Oh, Zayday!

Are you hungry,
'cause I'm hungry.

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