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- (keyboard clacking)
- (camera whirring)

(camera beeps)

Man:
Okay, I'll look at it.

What part?
On what page?

(dance music playing)

(duck squeaking)

(dial-up modem squealing)

(woman screams)

- (camera shutter clicking)
- (police radio chatter)

...scared right now.

I'm so fucking scared right now.

I-- l--

I think there's somebody in my house.

I-- I think something really bad's
gonna happen and--

(screaming)

(distorted)
Brooke Marks the spot.

(deep distorted voice)
Brooke Marks the spot.

(upbeat music playing)

Hello, boys and girls.
What's up?

Let's talk about vlogs.

I don't know about you guys,
but I'm getting pretty tired

of seeing the same old shit
on the internet.

Some people don't even try
to be entertaining.

Some people just kind of want
to talk about themselves

and, I don't know,
complain and vent to the world

or whoever will sit there and watch it
for more than three minutes.

There's this really emo chick

and she's kind of Goth
and wears a lot of eye makeup

and she's-- I think she, like,
paints her face white

to make her look even paler
against the screen. It's like wow.

I don't even know.
I think I'm just gonna

slit my wrists tomorrow

because Billy says
I'm not Goth enough.

Boring. Done.
The shit's weak.

Then there's this other chick--
something-or-other's-opinion.com.

She sits there and gabs around
the concept of the penis.

It's a penis.
That's what makes them male.

We have one.
It's just inverted.

What else is there
to talk about?

I mean, that thing where they
strap a camera

on some bitch's head
and have her walk around all day

and film her 24 hours a day--

I don't mean to be mean,
but who does she think she is

that watching her order
a chicken sandwich

through the drive-through
is entertaining?

And I didn't think it was true either,
but they actually film her sleeping.

And people go on messageboards
and be like,

"Oh my God, you guys,
Julie's wearing socks tonight to sleep.

I think they're new socks,
'cause you can see

that they're brighter
than the other socks.

- Did she just fart?"
- (farts)

Seriously, get a life.

So what do I talk about?
Cool shit. Only cool shit.

Okay, you may be wondering,

"Why are you sitting here
in your underwear? What's that about?"

(wolf whistle)

Actually I don't know.
Maybe it was laundry day.

Maybe I just figured
if you're sitting around in underwear,

maybe they'll at least start to watch
and then realize,

"Hey, besides the fact
that she's half-naked,

she's actually kind of interesting
to listen to."

I talk about things
that come up on the news,

on TV shows, things on the internet--
a lot of things,

like, for example,

how on those internet friend sites

things can always go horribly wrong.

You know, when you see those
requests that you get

with a girl wearing underwear--
well, nine times out of--

screw that. 10 times out of 10
it's a dude.

Guys sit there and make
these fake profiles

with all these pictures of hot girls.
And they're like,

"I'm a lesbian
and I like chicks only."

They exchange pictures,
so it's basically

this guy posing as a chick
posting dirty comments

to this guy posing as a chick.

One time a guy actually messed up
and posted on my wall saying,

"Oh, you make my pussy wet."

And he had a picture of Frank,
a 45-year-old guy from Texas.

I was like, "Whoa. Whoops.

Forgot to log into
the correct account, right, Frank?"

Sometimes chicks would be so bold
as to actually--

I'm sorry.
I get confused sometimes.

Not chicks, old dudes
actually get so bold

as to actually use my picture.

I get phone calls about this
at, like, 4:00 in the morning

from a roomful of drunken
frat guys going,

"Brooke, Brooke,
someone just friended me

and she says her name is Jolene."

Hi, I'm Tiffany.
Hey, I'm Theresa.

"What is that? Why'd you change
your name to Chartreuse?

Isn't that a color?"

There's really really creepy ones,

like when they write
a full-page paper about

what they would do
if they had you for four hours.

I don't know where they got
that number from.

"Dear Brooke,
if I had you for four hours,

I would have you sit
on my face.

I'm a wild pony
frolicking through the fields.

I'd penetrate you from behind
while you drink a glass of milk."

I don't know what that--

maybe he grew up on a farm.

But even all that--

sometimes it gets boring.
Talk talk talk talk talk.

Try the same thing
I am gonna try

and take this whole
video blogging thing outside,

beyond Brooke's bedroom.
Start a new trend.

Take it to the next level,
out into the world.

Hey, boys and girls,
let's play outside.

- Brooke Marks the spot.
- Computer voice: Brooke Marks the spot.

(upbeat music playing)

Hello, boys and girls.

I know, this is something
I never do,

but I figured
let's do something different.

I'm gonna conduct a little
social experiment.

I know I'm smart and funny

and I can attract a guy that way,

but I think it's simpler than that.

I'm gonna put this camera
in my specially-modified purse.

The front of the purse is mesh.

I can secretly record
everything that I'm seeing.

That way the subject
of my experiment

will never know what hit him.

Genius.

(hip-hop music playing)

How's it going?

Hi.

I thought it took you so long
to come over

because you were thinking up
some cheesy pick-up line.

Oh, I should have a pick-up line?

No no no, I'm glad you didn't.

Oh.

It's, you know, the thing that guys
always use at bars.

Sure, yeah.

I'll show you. Come here.

Just what I thought--
made in heaven.

Oh, nice.

- It's stupid, I know.
- No, I like it.

I like your hair.

Oh, that's cool.
It's new actually.

I don't normally--
I don't get it done like this normally.

I go to Supercuts or something, but
my friend told me to go to this place.

A friend of his is a hairstylist--
a salon, I guess.

His friend Bruno-- and he did
like this piecey thing to it--

not "politically correct."
That's what I thought.

Like pieces, you know.
It's a style or something.

It's more expensive that I wanted
to spend normally, but--

'cause it was like 60 bucks.

(camera rewinding)

...than I wanted

to spend normally, but--

'cause it was like 60 bucks

or something, which is not a lot.

I mean, I can afford 60 bucks.
That's not a problem.

I'm not saying--
I'm not like rich,

but I'm not-- I'm not poor, so...

Well, okay.

Actually I'm gonna go run to
the ladies' room, if you don't mind.

- No, that's a good idea.
- Yeah, it works for me.

So it looks like
my experiment worked.

I had him before he even came over
and said hello.

I don't think I understand
guys' obsession with boobs.

It's just cleavage.

It doesn't deserve
that much attention.

I mean, take that guy, for example.

I could probably be in here
for another 20 minutes

and he'll still be out there
waiting for me.

I mean, guys are so easy.

Computer voice:
Brooke Marks the spot.

(upbeat music playing)

(snoring softly)

There's a lot of guys who
like to do it in the morning

and there's a lot of them
who do not understand

the value of a good tooth-brushing
beforehand.

Take this guy--
he actually tried pulling

the let's-make-out move
straight after snoring.

I mean, he actually-- look,
he actually went for the reach-over

after snoring and drooling
on my shoulder all night.

Luckily, I keep a hefty supply
of mints by my bed

for foul emergency situations
like this.

(man laughs)
Ah.

Brooke's voice: I mean, seriously,
it smelled like feet

mixed with leftover pork fried rice.

- Suck on it, you know.
- I should suck on it?

Brooke's voice:
It was just nasty.

Well, you know.

There you go.
Or maybe just chew.

- Chew it?
- Yeah.

Sucking might take too long.

- Mm.
- Mm, yeah.

Unless it's your--

Hmm?

- That's good.
- Good?

- Yeah.
- Should we test?

- Yeah.
- (exhales)

- Mm-hmm, yeah.
- You like?

- Yeah, much better.
- Okay.

Okay.
(chuckles)

- Mm, okay.
- Hmm? You all right?

- Hi.
- (both chuckle)

- You know, chill.
- Sorry. Okay.

- Just calm-- yeah, calm down.
- Dainty, yes, okay.

(upbeat music playing)

As I was previously stating,

I'm dating a douchebag

who plays with duckies.

(laughs)

Rolling.

So a lot's happened
in the past couple of days.

You know Brandon, right?

How do I sum up Brandon?

He doesn't like to brush his teeth
in the morning before he kisses you.

He likes to cry.
He likes--

he likes to get in touch
with that side of him

that might be a little feminine.

He's a guy who likes baths,

particularly those with rubber duckies.

I don't know.
I think they're brother and sister,

but then sometimes they'll have some
kind of weird scenario going on.

Their names are Cocoa and Mervin.

And, you know, he quack-quack--
he plays with them in his bath

and talk to each other
in funny little duck voices.

Isn't that cute?

No, it's creepy.

He likes to call me a lot--
several times a day--

and in fact tell me
what cute thing Mervin did

you know, how Cocoa's feeling
better now after the flu--

bird flu.

He's definitely lost

his level of attractiveness.

It's gonna be messy.
I'm not gonna lie.

I'm not looking forward
to breaking up with him.

There's gonna be a lot of tears.

But he'll still have friends--

two yellow rubber friends.

The bottom line is,

Brandon needs to go.

Brandon:
Well, so what is it?

(sniffling)

Is it the--

is it the baths or--?

The baths are a part of it.

There's a lot of things.

Is it the duckies?
I mean, I don't--

I don't-- I don't--

The duckies are weird,
yeah, that's--

Well, I don't have to--
I don't have to have them all the time.

It just reminds me of childhood,
you know?

Why do you always have
that bag with you everywhere?

It's a good bag.
It matches everything.

Some people have security blankets.
I have my bag.

That's normal.

More normal than ducks.

Is it because I love--

'cause I like to make love to you
in the bath?

It's messy--

the overflow of all the water.

And it gets to the tile.
And you never help clean it up.

And l-- I'm always stuck
standing there mopping it up.

Yeah, wouldn't want you
to have to mop it up.

(tea kettle whistling)

What is that noise?

I'm making tea.

This looks familiar.

You cry a lot.
You know that.

And that's another part of it.

What? I cry after we--

after we finish sometimes,
so what?

- I don't-- people do that.
- It's not--

No.

Not-- not usually.

It's like I gotta lean over
for a Kleenex every time afterwards,

not for anything--

(tea kettle whistling)

I think my tea is ready.

Computer voice:
Brooke Marks the spot.

(upbeat music plays)

Hello, boys and girls.

So I know a lot of you think
that I'm an actress.

And, I mean, thanks, but no.

That's just crazy.

So I guess it's because
there was that one girl

who had to come on
here and ruin it

by being fake.

That just kind of ruined it
for everybody.

Now everyone's on this sort of
cyber witch hunt

for impostor webcam girls.

And it's just not fair.

All I want to do is come on here

and be entertaining and joke

and have some fun

and let everyone into my life

and just be real.

And I don't know what to do

except keep doing what I do.

And if you want to watch, then watch.

And if you don't, then don't.

But I hope you do.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Is this to make up for
all the phone calls tonight?

(both laugh)

- I'm so sorry about that.
- Yeah.

I wish I didn't have to
take them, but--

Yeah, why do you have to take
every one of them always?

We've got this thing
going on for school and it's due.

We'll just work on that.
I'll try to forgive you.

- (phone ringing)
- Oh.

- I'm so sorry.
- Really?

- I'm so sorry.
- Okay.

I promise this is the last one.
Can you forgive me?

The last one.

- Yeah.
- Hello.

(quietly)
Oh my gosh.

What?

(turns on camera)

So here's the deal--

like this guy has been on the phone

all night, like all night.

Like this is supposed to be
a date, you know?

So...

um...

I'm letting it slide

and I shouldn't,

but he's kind of cute.

So I'll give him a second chance,

or like a ninth chance today.

(chuckles)

Yeah, well,

I'm gonna go see if I can get him
off the phone.

(man speaking quietly)

Fine. All right,
I really have to go.

I gotta get off the phone with you.
I'm going to hang up.

Brooke's voice: All right,
so I gave this guy another chance,

as you can see.

And I have to admit, my bad,

he had a five-o'clock shadow
that was like killing my face.

It's like sandpaper.

I've got to get him
out of bed somehow.

So I had my cell phone near me.

He had his of course.

And I thank the genius
who invented star-67

for allowing me to call him
without him actually knowing it was me.

- (phone ringing)
- Hmm.

You love that phone, don't you?

I'm sorry.

Who is it?

It's a blocked call.

Probably a chick.

Are you gonna answer it?

No, I'm not.

- You're not gonna answer it?
- No.

For once you're not gonna
answer your phone?

- Weird.
- I'll come back to you.

Yeah, well, I'm kind of

not feeling it anymore actually.

- Not feeling it anymore?
- No.

No. Yeah, you know.

I kind of-- that sort of killed it.

- You're serious?
- The whole phone thing.

So I'm actually gonna get up

and go to the kitchen.

You want anything?

- Yeah, I want something.
- (laughs)

I meant, from the kitchen.
I'm getting tea.

I like tea.

(man sighs)

(phone ringing)

I'm calling Tony's voicemail
while he's in class.

It's like the one chance I get
where he won't answer his phone.

Female voice: Thank you for calling.
Please enter your password.

I saw him typing in his password
the other day,

so now I've got it.

Let's see if there's
anything on here.

Female voice:
You have one new message.

Yeah, one message.

Woman:
Hey Tony.

It's a girl.

Sounds like a new girlfriend.

Woman:
Gotta run. Call me.

- "Call me."
- Female voice: To repeat the message...

Nice, Tony.

Tony's this guy I've been seeing
for a couple of weeks--

the one with the cell phone
always on.

You know who he is.

You saw him a few days ago
on one of my blogs.

So how I met him was,

I was at this party

and we started drinking and dancing.

And then the night went on

and so did we.

And I didn't want to do it,

but he did

and he kept pushing it.

So eventually I did.

I woke up in the morning

and I didn't feel right about it.

And it's kind of been weird
ever since,

but now it sounds like

he's got someone new calling him.

And I don't know what that means.

But...

I guess it's over.

Woman: Did you know
that squab was pigeon?

- No. A squab?
- Brooke: I needed some man--

just a marginally attractive man
who was insatiable.

The squab was insatiable
or the guy was insatiable?

- Both.
- Oh.

You pull that out of
your bag of tricks?

- You guys are making me laugh.
- Jaz, what is with your nose today?

- This is happy hour, not cracky hour.
- Oh!

Oh, you're a comedienne
today, huh?

- Yeah.
- That's good.

- So anyway--
- Hey Brooke.

Oh, speaking of crack whores...

- Oh gee.
- I saw your vlog.

- I smell cabbage.
- What?

- No new guy to fuck this week...
- Okay, you know what?

-...and just blab about it...
- What's your problem?

-...and put it all over the internet?
- Okay, that's enough.

That's disgusting.

- Nobody wants to see it.
- You obviously do.

Nobody wants to see you
sitting around with your little skanks.

- Okay, seriously, you need to go.
- And she needs to clean it up.

- Why is it any of your business?
- We don't want to see any of that.

- All right, that's enough.
- Okay? Slut.

- Where's your boyfriend?
- Bitter.

Really. Why didn't you say
anything to her?

Seriously, you just let her
walk all over you.

I got what I needed.

Okay, well, next time I need you to
scratch her face out or something.

- I really need some blood.
- Stand up for yourself.

Brooke's voice: Carolina.
This is gonna be fun.

- (rewinding)
- I mean,

- what can I say about this bitch?
- Slut.

So some chicks are
in severe denial

and they don't want to admit
that they wear size 16,

so they'll try to squeeze
their fat asses into a size 8

and just rock the muffin top--

you know that layer of fat
around the waistline

that sort of bubbles off the side.

You go down further
and she's got cankles--

I mean, actual cankles

So her stomach-- it's what people
in the business call

"the problem area."

And I think the problem is
instead of her doing crunches,

she was just shoveling jelly donuts in
until she couldn't take it anymore.

Top that off with some arms
that look like

chicken cutlets
flapping in the wind,

and you've got a pretty ugly
situation.

When you step back
and look at her,

all this fat's piled on a 7'-tall
land monster

that looks like she could play
on the defensive line

for any top NFL team.

Did her parents feed her creatine
and raw eggs every morning

and make her lift weights
in the backyard?

I think she could shot-put me.

You can understand why I sort of
tensed up a little bit.

Look at her vocabulary:
"slut, stupid slut."

Work on some new material, ho.

Computer voice:
Brooke Marks the spot.

(upbeat music plays)

I don't get it.

I sent this guy a friend request
a couple days ago

and it looks like he still
hasn't accepted.

I actually think he denied it.

I just friended him
'cause he looked cool

and he says he goes
to the same school as me.

And, I don't know, we listen
to the same music.

And I just thought
it might be fun to talk.

It happens all the time though.

I mean, you know how it is.

Like when you see people's profiles,

you're never really sure
if that's who they really are.

You know, a person--

face to face
they're completely different

from how they look on the profile.

I thought this guy would be different.

You know, I won't get the chance
to find out.

I guess that's all
I can say about that.

(tone playing)

(machine beeps)

Distorted voice:
Hello, Brooke Marks.

Go to your internet browser

and type in

this IP address:

30764152237.

There are three clips

posted for you.
Enjoy them.

(cell phone ringing)

How'd I know it was gonna be you?

Yes yes,
I'm working on it right now.

Yeah, I can email you.
Can you just give me a few m--?

All right, listen,
I'm actually having a drink.

I'm taking a break.

30 minutes and I will have it for you.

You can do whatever you want
with it after that.

All right?

I think it's great.

Well, I hope you like it.

All right, buddy.
Just listen to me. It'll be fine.

You'll have it.
You can do whatever you want with it.

Okay.

I've read it before.

Okay, I'll look at it.

What part?
On what page?

Okay.

I-- I see what you--

(mumbles)

The third sentence?

All right.

It's fine. I just--

The third senten--

I'm gonna lie down for a while

and I'll call you back.

I don't know.
I don't know.

No, I'll call you back.

Yeah.

Distorted voice:
Hello, boys and girls.

Welcome to the first episode

of a multipart series entitled

"How to Erase People

from the Face of the Earth!"

(cell phone ringing)

How'd I know it was gonna be you?

Yes yes,
I'm working on it right now.

Yeah, I can email you.
Can you just give me a few m--?

Distorted voice:
Step 1--

Tony: All right, listen,
I'm actually having a drink.

I'm taking a break.

Distorted voice:
Roofie.

30 minutes and I will have it for you.

You can do whatever you want
with it after that.

All right?

I think it's great.

Distorted voice:
Step 2-- wait.

Step 3--

dismember.

(cell phone ringing)

(screaming)

Step 4--

bag.

Step 5--

dispose.

Remember to always print

driving directions

from your murder scene

to the local incinerator.

Welcome, boys and girls,

to another episode of

"How to Erase People

from the Face of the Earth!"

Once you know your victim's routine,

you can make necessary preparations

in their absence.

Here's a tip:

use monofilament

when attaching a rubber ducky

to an overhead lamp.

(water splashing)

(quacks)

(electricity crackling)

Now, boys and girls,

we are going to perform

a science experiment

to examine

the effects of

hydrochloric acid

on human flesh.

(hissing)

(upbeat music playing)

Today you're going to learn

how to make a binary explosive.

For this recipe

you'll need three ingredients:

ammonium nitrate,

nitromethane

and a very large bong.

First, pour the ammonium nitrate

into a silver dish.

Second, fill a syringe
with nitromethane

and inject the red liquid

into the white powder.

Pack a bowl with the binary explosive

and let sit.

Hey fishy fishy.

Hey.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

(upbeat music playing)

Distorted voice:
Once the explosive has detonated,

you will find yourself

surrounded

by a variety of new textures

and smells.

Although the recipe

is very simple,

the cleanup

is very

very complex.

(car horns honking)

(police siren wailing)

Policeman:
How'd you come across this?

Brooke:
I got a voicemail about it and I went--

and all these numbers--
I don't know where it came from.

I don't know who that is.

In my opinion, it looks staged.

No. I mean, staged? Like--

- It looks fake.
- Those are my friends in there though.

They wouldn't do that.
It's not a joke.

Okay, first things first.
Let's get your ID.

- Brooke?
- Yes.

- Is it okay if I call you Brooke?
- Yes. I--

Okay, first of all,
when was the last time you saw them?

One of them I talked to
a couple days ago.

The other one I haven't
talked to in weeks.

I tried calling them.
I can't find them anywhere.

- Anywhere?
- Anywhere.

- Okay.
- What can we do about this?

We're gonna start a report.
Do you have their addresses

and phone numbers?
We can start with that.

- And we'll go from there.
- Yes.

Are you gonna go check it out?

What I'll do is I will personally
go see if your friends are okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

(car door closes)

- (knocks on door)
- (camera beeps)

Police department.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Come in.

- How are you?
- Not good.

I've been sort of freaked out
with all this going on.

Please sit.

My friends are apparently
being murdered

and I'm sitting in my house
fearing for my life,

so I'm not doing very well at all.

But hopefully you have news--
good news.

That's why I'm here.

We conducted
a follow-up investigation

to the addresses you gave me.

- This isn't sounding good.
- Just listen up for a second.

I went personally to all
the addresses you gave me

to see if I could find your friends

and unfortunately there isn't
a trace of them.

All your friends
seem to have disappeared.

Brooke: There's no evidence at all,
no trace of anything?

Policeman:
We have nothing.

Okay. I'm just
a little frustrated

because this is why
we call you, you know?

I know.

How about the website?

Didn't you say you were gonna
trace the IP address

and see what that led to?
Did you find anything?

The IP address-- we turned it over
to the technology unit.

And they came back and they told me
it was untraceable.

Untraceable?

Yeah.

So that's it?

The investigation is continuing.

If in theory these crimes
did occur,

do you have any idea
who would have done this?

I mean, really it could be anybody.

Like I make those video blogs

and then a lot of people watch it,
so I have a lot of fans.

And then like
there's stalkers sometimes.

There's a lot of weird people
on the internet.

And like I keep putting--
I have personal information out there,

including my friends' names
and where I go to school.

And we see a video of them
getting murdered one by one.

I can't get ahold of anybody.
And it could be me next.

- You understand my frustrations.
- Okay, listen.

Just listen to me for a second.

The most important thing
right now is your safety, okay?

Does that mean I'm next?
Does that mean--?

Okay, promise me this--
if you feel you're in danger,

you're gonna pick up the phone,
call 911.

And we'll get here
as soon as we can.

Listen, I'm gonna give you
my business card.

- Okay.
- Keep me informed of anything--

anything that comes to your mind
that I can go investigate.

This is gonna help me?
This is gonna protect me?

Well, I can only do so much.

If you give me something,
I'm gonna try to do my best, okay?

Listen, I understand
where you're at.

- Mm-hmm.
- I want to help you.

Protect and serve, right?

Correct.

Well, I guess I'll show you out.

I'll be keeping in touch with you.

- Please let me know.
- Bye.

Brooke's voice:
I mean--

okay, I'm saying thank you,
everyone who's watched me.

And I--

I think I just need
to say goodbye

for a couple months maybe.
I don't know. Maybe forever.

But I just don't think
I should be doing this.

I'm putting people in danger.

I'm putting myself
in danger.

There comes a time when I just--

I need to accept the fact
that I should just quit.

So goodbye.

(camera beeps)

- (dance music playing)
- (people chattering)

(distant music playing)

A bad idea.

I shouldn't be here right now.

I don't know how I let Jasmine

talk me into coming out tonight.

It's my fault.

I mean, I know I decided to come out
with Jasmine

and try to lighten up a little bit,

but I should be in my room

where everything's safe.

He could be anywhere.

When I think of all the stuff
that's happened,

I mean, I just really want to go home

before something else happens.

(footsteps)

Jasmine.

What are you doing back here?
Come dance with me.

No, I think I'm just gonna stay here
if that's okay.

Why? Why are you sitting here
by yourself? Come on.

I feel like he's here.

Oh, okay, well--

Just think of all the bad things
that have happened.

Okay, I know that you just
went though a lot

and I know a lot has happened.

That's one of the reasons
why I wanted you to come out.

I just wanted you to get your mind
off it and just enjoy yourself.

I know. And I wanted to come out,
but now I'm reconsidering it.

You go have fun, if you want to.

Okay.

You know where I'll be.

Something just doesn't feel right.

I gotta get out of here.

♪ Scoop her from the club,
take her back home ♪

♪ Pretty brown round
with that workout tone ♪

♪ Samuel Jackson,
that "Black Snake Moan" ♪

♪ Dolce cat, hypnotic take on ♪

♪ Thrill of the hunt,
game so real ♪

♪ Circle my prey,
zero in for the kill ♪

♪ She at the bar
ordering something exotic ♪

♪ On the dance floor
doing something erotic ♪

♪ She know how to focus
when she get down low ♪

♪ Get a do-over,
now she strip down slow ♪

♪ Turn around once,,
let me see you do that ♪

♪ Let me see the tag
on the small of your back ♪

♪ Hit me up, baby,
I promise to call back ♪

♪ If you don't trip,
I promise to fall back ♪

♪ Old-school cat
with a young man's stamina ♪

♪ You major league, baby,
why you playing with the managers? ♪

♪ Come on, shorty,
roll with your man ♪

♪ Let me know what's good,
make up your mind ♪

♪ I'll have the valet
pull up the truck ♪

♪ Let me know what's good,
don't waste my time ♪

♪ Come on, baby,
roll with your man ♪

♪ Let me know what's good,
make up your mind ♪

♪ I'll have the valet
pull up the truck ♪

♪ Let me know what's good,
don't waste my time ♪

♪ Make up your mind ♪

♪ And don't waste my time ♪

♪ Make up your mind ♪

♪ And don't waste my time ♪

♪ Make up your mind ♪

♪ And don't waste my time ♪

♪ Make up your mind ♪

♪ And don't waste my time,
come on. ♪

(people screaming)

(machine beeps)

Distorted voice:
Hello again,

Brooke Marks.

There's a fourth clip

posted on my website

for your enjoyment.

(hangs up)

Hi, Officer Perez, this is Brooke.

I just saw my friend Jasmine

and she's on that website.

Yeah, we were at a club
and we were hanging out.

And she was dancing.
And then now, a couple hours later,

and she's not--
can you go look at it or something?

She's getting stabbed
in the video, Officer.

No, I don't think it's fake.

I can't get ahold of her now.
I haven't seen her since.

I called her right at home
and she didn't answer.

I went online.
You're not doing anything about it

and that's-- okay.

Okay, bye.

Distorted voice:
Hello, boys and girls.

Welcome to the final episode of

"How to Erase People

from the Face of the Earth!"

This is the final episode

because at the end

of this vlog

I am going to confess

to the five murders

I have committed

for your enjoyment.

I think there's somebody
in my house.

I-- I think something really bad's
gonna happen and--

(screaming)

(distorted voice)
My name is

Billy Webster

and this is

my confession.

(police radio chatter)

(helicopter blades whirring)

Brooke's voice:
I don't know. Maybe forever.

Goodbye.

(electronic squealing)

(Brooke screaming)

Announcer:
Welcome to "Twisted Television,"

the show that takes an unflinching look

at the sickest

and most depraved crimes of our day.

Today-- Brooke Marks,

the cyber crime that has
the viral video generation

on the edge of its computer chair.

We speak to Investigating Officer

Rudy Perez,

who has discovered some
shocking new evidence

on-- where else?
Brooke's hard drive.

Billy Webster,

always in the top eight friends
on Brooke's personal page--

he was her real-life boyfriend

for the months leading up
to that fateful night.

Billy's online confession
wasn't the only evidence

that he was in fact
the Internet Killer.

Officer Perez tied him
to the brutal stabbing

of Brooke's best friend
Jasmine Miller--

a murder that was posted online.

Perez:
We recovered fingerprints

from Billy that were on the knife.

That gave us
sufficient enough evidence

to take Mr. Webster into custody.

Announcer: It seems that Billy
left Jasmine Miller

at the scene of his crime.

But what did he do with the body
of Brooke Marks?

Perez: Once we saw the video
that was online,

we did a thorough search
for her body

and did not find it
anywhere in the house.

The only thing we did find
was a hard drive.

We took the hard drive
back to the station

and we turned it over
to our technology unit

where they observed
that the hard drive was erased.

Announcer:
But that didn't stop

Perez's ace technology unit.

Using NSA-approved strategies,

they reconstructed
Brooke's hard drive.

Once we reconstructed
the hard drive,

we looked through
Brooke's computer files.

Announcer:
And in those files police found

an unedited version
of the snuff video

that millions viewed online.

And the additional bonus footage

contained a stunning revelation.

Brooke:
Okay, look, so here's the thing...

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'm gonna sit here and
I'm gonna act really really scared.

And you're gonna come run in
like you're some killer.

And then you're gonna pick me up
and throw me down.

And then you're gonna stab me.
Okay, and I'm gonna die.

And then you'll get your reward.

- You know the rest.
- Let's just get this over with.

Good. It'll be fun. Come on.

You gotta act like
you're really killing me.

I'm so fucking scared right now.

I-- l--

I think there's somebody in my house.

I-- I think something really bad's
gonna happen and--

(screaming)

What are you doing?
Keep going.

- Keep going. You're almost--
- I can't.

- I was almost dead.
- No, this is weird.

This is too freaky for me.

Too freaky?

Not as freaky as Jasmine probably.

Or maybe I'm freakier than Jasmine.

What does this have to do
with Jasmine?

- You didn't think I know about that?
- Know about what?

You fucked my best friend.

- What?
- Yeah, you didn't think

I knew about that, huh?

- What--?
- Don't act-- don't even--

- Where are you getting this?
- I'm not stupid, okay? Don't act like--

Well, then don't talk to me like I'm
stupid, 'cause I didn't fuck Jasmine.

You know what?
Maybe I should fuck Jasmine,

because Jasmine's not gonna
bring me home;

Jasmine's not gonna ask me

to stab her with a fake knife
and fuck her when she's dead.

I get fucking bored of it.
I wanted to do something different.

You want to do something different?
Let's go to a movie or something.

Every fucking time
it's the same thing.

I don't need to fuck you
while you're dead.

No no no, don't talk to me.
Don't even talk to me anymore.

You're a fucking freak.
You're a fucking freak.

You need help.
Don't call me.

(door opens, closes)

You're a fucking freak.
You're a fucking freak.

Fucking freak.
You're a fucking--

(distorted) You're a fucking freak.
You're a fucking freak.

Fucking freak.

Announcer:
The video continues

to show how Brooke Marks

switched out the fake blade
that didn't kill her

with the real blade
that killed Jasmine Miller.

Perez:
That gave us enough evidence

to release Billy Webster
from custody.

Announcer:
Billy wasn't at the club,

but his fingerprints were.

Brooke Marks,
whose famous sign-off is

"Brooke Marks the spot,"

is now herself marked for arrest.

Man: Do you have any idea
where she is?

At this moment in time
the investigation is continuing.

We don't know where she is.

We're trying to find out
as much as possible

every lead we can follow.

If she's listening
and she's seeing this video,

tell her to be in communication
with us,

let us help her.

Man:
Off the record, Officer Perez?

Off the record?

I would throw her in jail.
And I hope she stays and rots.

(seagulls cawing)

So I know I've been missing
for a few weeks,

but I just needed to get away.

I want to let you all know
that I'm doing okay.

I don't even know
where I am right now.

And, Billy, I'm not a freak.

I'm not.

Brooke's voice:
You fucked my best friend.

Slut.

Why do you always
have that bag?

Tony: I promise-- the last one.
Can you forgive me?

The last one.

(deep distorted voice)
Hello, boys and girls.

Brooke Marks the spot.

(instrumental music playing)

(instrumental music playing)

♪ Ever since 16
I've had sick dreams ♪

♪ Knee-deep in the pool of the blood
of my siblings ♪

♪ Mass axe murderer,
mass cat burglar ♪

♪ Sickening, wake up
in a sweat that's dripping ♪

♪ You heard of a
more morbider orchestra ♪

♪ A rap force smorgasbord
forcing you to greet the corpses horde ♪

♪ I'm paranoid, staring out my window,
swearing I hear a noise ♪

♪ Can't avoid shit,
in my head I'm hearing voices ♪

♪ Choices, this time
I got my mind in chains ♪

♪ They say I'm an outsider,
but yo, I know I'm insane ♪

♪ In changing my soul,
the devil's smoked me out a bowl ♪

♪ Helped me out of hold, broke me
out the role, wrote me out a scroll ♪

♪ I'm back up on my feet and hoping
he don't come back for more ♪

♪ So I'm asking "Who that knocking?"
when you're rapping at my door ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll be damned if I get jacked,
they'll throw me back up in the morgue ♪

♪ Don't laugh, I've beaten that rap
before backed up in the corner ♪

♪ Jumping at the cords
worn by the coroner ♪

♪ Underneath the floorboards
the horned man, I'm warning ya ♪

♪ I'm paranoid,
I can't cope with the noises ♪

♪ I'm paranoid, damn,
I'm hearing multiple voices ♪

♪ Paranoid ♪

♪ Paranoid, so paranoid ♪

♪ Paranoid,
man, I'm losing my brain ♪

♪ I'm losing hope and, to make matters
worse, got this po-po trippin' ♪

♪ Suspiciously appeared
after witnessing the killing ♪

♪ Now I'm paranoid,
I can't cope with the voices ♪

♪ Paranoid,
hearing multiple voices ♪

♪ Paranoid, paranoid ♪

♪ So paranoid ♪

♪ Paranoid ♪

♪ So paranoid ♪

♪ Paranoid ♪

♪ So paranoid ♪

♪ Paranoid. ♪

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