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This is how we're gonna die.

-What do we do? Do we pray?
-I don't know. Do you believe in God?

I think so. I think right
now I believe in God.

I can't believe I'm not gonna
live to see what Jack becomes.

The last picture I took was of Jack's
taint 'cause he had a rash on it.

- Can you imagine how I feel right now?
- It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters right now except us
spending our last moments together.

Don't say that!

- I love you.
- I love you too.

I've been wanting to tell
you something for a while,

and this is probably the best
time to do it.

The sweatpants/cargo pants you thought
you lost, I threw them away months ago.

- I couldn't understand them.
- It's okay.

- I couldn't look at them anymore.
- Boring!

No one's gonna listen
to this for free,

let alone subscribe to Patreon.

- What the fuck is happening?
- He's recording us.

- What?
- Why are you recording us?

People
love murder podcasts.

So I decided to
take it up a notch

and record a real murder.

Yours.

That's it. There's no such
thing as too much syrup.

I'm just gonna go talk to your
mom's friend, okay? Enjoy.

Okay, before you freak
out, I have a plan.

A plan that involves
kidnapping my son?

It's not kidnapping. It's
reuniting him with his father.

You just described the vast
majority of kidnappings.

Didn't you say his
grandparents were awful?

I did say they were awful, Tory.

- That doesn't mean you can take him.
- So he's better off with us.

We've always fantasized about disappearing
together, going to Mexico or wherever.

It's just for a kid with brown hair
and brown eyes. It could be anyone.

Breaking news. Police say they're
currently searching for a 10-year-old boy

who's been missing since
early afternoon today.

Okay, we need to get
the fuck out of here.

Hey, Ollie. You're
gonna love this.

You're not the only
one with a plan.

I have to say I really don't think
this is a good idea for a podcast.

Yeah, killing people,
that's not entertainment.

Good note. I agree.

So I designed a
game to play first.

Do you like quiz shows?

- No.
- Kinda.

No.

I think
you're gonna like this one,

and I suspect you're
gonna be very good at it

because the subject is...

serial killers.

We don't wanna play
your fucking game.

Look, we don't want any trouble.
We don't know who you are.

So just let us go right now,
and we won't go to the cops.

We won't. We promise. We won't.

We have a kid. Please.

And if you ever
wanna see your baby Jack again,

you'll play the game.

He knows Jack's
name. Oh, my God.

All you have to
do is win, and I'll let you go.

You do know a
lot about serial killers.

Yeah, I know enough to know he
will never fucking let us go.

That's the actual game, right?

Make us think we have a
chance, and you kill us anyway.

You really think
you have me figured out, don't you?

I do have you figured out. I mean,
statistically, you're all the same.

- You're fucking loser men, who feel invisible...
- Are you kidding me?

Can't get the girl of their
dreams until they discover murder.

- We've seen this episode many...
- You're making it worse.

- This is the time to be nice.
- I've watched a lot of "Dateline."

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

Hey.

Can I help you?

Yeah. Is he here?

He's in the back.

What the fuck?

Trust me.

Not who you expected?

No. No, not really.

I thought you said
they weren't women.

Not usually women. This is
a very unusual situation.

Um, whoa. Ma'am, lady, girl, could you
tell me who you are or what's going on?

Uh-uh.

- That's not how it works.
- Oh, my God.

I ask the questions.

- What the...
- fuck?

- First question...
- Oh, fun. This is gonna be fun.

How did Robert Durst kill
his friend in California?

I... I know this one.

It was a gun, nine millimeter,
execution style. Simple.

Boom, bam.

- Very good.
- Ha!

- Great job.
- That's one point for you.

That's-that's good, so...

- What... What are you...
- What are you doing with that?

- Uh-oh. Oh, my God.
- What are you doing with that?

Oh.

What's going on?

Oh!

What was I thinking?

This is audio.

I've just sliced off one of your zip
ties for getting an answer right.

Get one wrong, and I'll
slice something else.

Look who's back.

Same as last time?

Uh, no. Uh...

I'm actually gonna need
another two this time as well.

Oh.

Sure it's a good idea?

Probably not, no. But...

I'm gonna have to anyway.

Let's get some pictures.

Next question...

Name one of Jeffrey
Dahmer's jobs.

- Chocolatier.
- Really?

Also worked at a deli. Was in
the Army. Was a phlebotomist.

Very impressive.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Nice job, babe. That was great.

Oh, my God!

But I said "one" of his jobs.

What?! Are you okay?

No. She just stabbed me.

Next question!

Hey. Are you gonna tell
me who that guy was?

Nobody.

He's retired... mostly.

Uh, Ollie, bedtime.

I don't have my pajamas.

Do you live here now?

What? No, of course not. No.

We, uh, we've got an early flight,
so we're staying at the airport.

Hey, tell ya what. You can
sleep in your uniform tonight.

That'd be fun, right?

- Who's texting you?
- It's Serena.

Ava was supposed to pick up Jack
hours ago, but she never showed up.

She's probably just lost
track of time or something.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

- She's obviously stressed right now.
- Yeah.

- God!
- Are you fucking crazy?

What the fuck? I was right.

The July 4th killing of the
Zodiac Killer was in Vallejo.

I didn't like your tone.

- Are you okay?
- It's not that bad.

Fuck, it's really bad.

- Next question...
- Oh, my God.

How did I tie Carly
Warren's hands,

and why?

Uh, okay, that's easy.

It was an inline, double
coin Shibari bondage knot,

which was the MO of
the Rosary Killer.

Hey, what are you
doing with my phone?

Who's Tory?

She's really blowing you up.

My sister.

This next question should
be easy for an expert like you.

What was the name

of the Westside
Ripper's last victim?

- Uh... Okay, I know this.
- You know this.

Uh... I remember this. It was...

Hold on. She knows it.

- Let me think for a second.
- Tick tock.

-Babe.
-You met her. Can you help me? Can't you remember? Come on.

-I don't... It's... I don't remember.
-How do you not remember?

Your sister is very persistent.

You know, I think you
should talk to her.

And I think you
should tell her...

everything's fine.

Ava? Where the hell are you?

Serena's freaking
out. Are you okay?

Yeah. Sorry. I got
a little tied up.

I'm, um...

at a yoga class.

You're in a
yoga class at night?

Serena needs you
to pick up Jack.

Yeah, I know. Can I call
you when I'm outta here?

I'm getting weird
looks from everyone.

- Um, is that cool, Turtle?
- Yeah. I'll talk to you later.

She needs our help.

Why? Is she
that bad at yoga?

No. She said "turtle."

That's, like, our
sister code word.

It's what we use whenever
we're in trouble.

Like, when I was a kid, and a creepy
stranger would try and talk to me,

or when I was in college, and a creepy
stranger would try and talk to me.

Okay, Tory, Tory, listen to
me. Listen to me, all right?

Look, you're the one that
decided to kidnap my son, okay?

So for now, instead of
doing something rash,

like running off to rescue her,

I-I think we should
just stick to the plan.

Okay.

- Yeah, you're right.
- Good.

No. But she's always had
my back. I owe this to her.

Listen to me.

Even if you could help her,
you don't know where she is.

What the hell was that?

It's just the
ice machine. Come here.

All right.

You must recognize
this instrument.

Yeah. It's a
14-inch Bowie knife.

Which is the weapon of choice
for one particular serial killer.

- What's his name again?
- Westside Ripper.

So that just rolls
right off the tongue,

but you can't tell me the name of one
of his victims in your own backyard?

Okay, I used to know a lot
about his kills, all right,

and then you came along,
kinda stole the spotlight.

So, forgive me. Just
give me a fuckin' second.

You've got 10 seconds. Then
we'll have to cut to commercial.

Okay, she's a bartender.
Doesn't that give me any points?

After I kill you both, we'll
hear from today's sponsor,

Snowfall Mattresses, the
only mattress that's...

That's it. Snowfall
Mattresses. That's it!

Oh, I'm sorry, but
that's incorrect.

Shut the fuck up
and let me finish.

You killed Clark Miller. He's
the CEO of Snowfall Mattresses.

They're, like, the biggest
advertisers in the true crime space.

Your victim, Wendy
Jenkins, reported on crime,

and Dr. Friedman wrote a
book on serial killers,

and we did a podcast
with one, sadly,

and the Lipinski
sisters... Well, duh.

And Jared Leto, he played
the guy who killed Lennon.

That's it!

All these people
profited off true crime.

That's your motive.
That's why you chose them.

Wow, Ava.

I'm impressed.

- Nice.
- You figured it out.

You figured out why I target

sick, twisted, pathetic
people like you,

who enjoy listening to
other people's pain.

Okay, I hate to break it to you,

but people have been telling
scary stories around the campfire

since the start
of fucking people.

Stories make it easier to deal

with a fucked-up,
terrifying world,

a world where a girl can go in for
her bartending shift and get killed.

Chloe Lake! That's her name.

- Chloe Lake. Yes.
- You didn't know it.

- I got it. Chloe Lake.
- Yes, you got it. Nice.

That's who...

Did you know her?

She was my sister.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

I am so sorry.

No, you're not.

Yes, we are. Yes.

No. No. Everyone...

Everyone says that they are.

But nobody means it.

No. Nobody gives a shit.

I mean, her picture
was on the news,

and... there was a vigil or two.

And then...

the reporters and the
podcasters started swooping in,

and then nobody talked
about Chloe anymore.

All they talked about
was the Westside Ripper

and how she fit into
his master plan.

Okay, well, killing more
people is not gonna help.

- This is not gonna bring her back.
- No, she's right, Ava.

Sorry. What was that?

Just listen to me.

You're right. It's
bullshit, all of it.

So forget about the
Westside Ripper.

You could change the narrative
right here, right now.

I mean, you're
already recording us.

Tell us about Chloe.

Tell the whole
world about Chloe.

Okay, I got the flight
details. We're good to go.

Wanna pack up? I'll wake
Ollie up in a second.

Yeah.

Where are my AirPods? Ava always steals
my shit, and she doesn't give it back.

Wait. I think that's
how I can find her.

Hold on.

"Endgame Studios." Isn't
that a podcasting place?

These people and
their fucking podca-

Wait.

What did you say it was called?

Endgame Studios.

Why? What is it?

GOT YOUR MESSAGE. HERE'S
MINE. ENDGAME. I WIN.

You know what,
Tore? You're right.

If you're concerned about her,
I should go check in on her.

I mean, we got the time, right? Keep
an eye on Ollie. I'll be right back.

- What if he wakes up, and he's scared?
- He's gonna be fine, Tore.

- You can't...
- I'll be quick.

You can't leave me with
him like this. You...

Ah. But she was
determined to make me breakfast in bed.

Only she was six years old,

so the pancakes were
burnt on the outside

and liquid on the
inside.

And, uh, the syrup
she brought me,

it was actually
ketchup.

And our parents, right away, they
said, "Nope. No way. No pets."

And you know what? Instead
of crying or complaining...

she took all the
hair out of her hairbrush,

stuck googly eyes on it...

and named it Dennis.

But she was the only one who was small
enough to fit through the window.

So we decided to
bring her, and...

...that was a mistake,

a big one.

Oh, my God. What happened?

What happened next?

Well, she-she made it up
the side of the house,

but she was wearing UGGs, and...

This is hard.

No. Uh, don't
stop. Was she okay?

Yes. Yeah.

Uh, luckily, a rose
bush broke her fall.

Her arms were so scratched up.

So I had to let her borrow my
favorite Delia's long-sleeve sweater

the rest of the summer.

She sounds just like my sister.

Fearless, and it's beautiful, but
sometimes she also gets in over her head,

and it... can be kinda scary.

Dad? Dad?!

Hey, Ollie.

Your dad's gonna
be back soon, okay?

With my medicine?

- Your medicine?
- Every day, I need my asthma medicine.

He's picking it up, right?

Um...

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

It never goes away.

Even after they're gone.
I'm still her sister.

The only one who cares...

who remembers.

Matt?

You made it!

All this closure, I
almost forgot about you.

So...

it's you.

Disappointed?

No. I'm impressed.

I respect your craft.

"Endgame."

Nice. I-it took me a second,
but I figured it out.

It took me less than
that to figure you out

after you showed up at my studio
with nothing to say but "I'm sorry."

What was your plan?

You know
what? This is crazy,

but, uh, I didn't even have one

if you can believe that.

Well, welcome to
the party, Matt.

You know, I was afraid
you weren't gonna show up.

Now, watch me open
my first present.

All right, what do you want?

Oh, it's so
nice of you to ask.

I want a recorded confession
that you murdered my sister.

Matt, please. This is a chance
for you to redeem yourself.

I'm sorry, buddy. That's
just not gonna happen.

- Matt, come on. Are you kidding me? Please.
- Ava. Ava!

Look, I've got an even
better pitch for you.

I've already called the cops. They're
gonna be here in, like, a minute or so.

But I've got a car
out back full of cash

and info on people who could
just make you disappear.

Oh.

I don't wanna disappear.

Okay. What do you really want?

She wants
what everyone wants.

She wants to not feel invisible.

She wants to tell Chloe's story.

Which you have. You
did. We all know.

You can walk away from this. Take
what he's fucking offering you.

Yeah.

I will do that.

- But I'm gonna kill you first.
- What?!

Hey.

Oh, my...

Babe, that was amazing!
Come here. Untie me.

Holy shit. How did you... When did
that even happen? This is... Come here.

- You okay?
- Get the one... Yes, yes.

- Let me see your hand.
- My hand's fine.

You need a hospital.

This is not good.

The cops
are coming. What do we do?

I don't know. What do we do? Was there
really money in that car? What do we do?

Okay. Um...

You're gonna go in there and
tell the nice people who you are,

and they're gonna
take you home, okay?

But what about you?

Where are you going?

I'm... I'm gonna...

go home, too.

Don't worry about me. Okay?

Go ahead.

Hey, it's Ava. Just text me.

Hey, Ava.

Um...

I don't know when you're
gonna hear this, but...

when you do...

turtle.

Is she dead?

She's not dead.

She's out, but there's a pulse.

And I'll tell you
what you're gonna do.

You're gonna do nothing.

Nothing? Oh. Okay.
We're gonna do nothing.

That's great. That's a good plan.

What are you doing
with those gloves, pal?

You know, it's funny.

A year ago,

this would've been easy.

Like Christmas come early.

I kill you both.

Plant the hatchet on her.

Make my escape.

But that's not you anymore.

- That's not...
- You've found friendship and a new lease on life.

And love. Tory.

We-we've accepted you
into our family, Matt.

- It's different now.
- You're a friend, right?

Yeah, but, uh...

If I'm honest with myself,

I am just so tired.

I am tired of lying.

I am tired of pretending
to be something I'm not.

I mean, it's no fun anymore.

It's time.

It's time to hand myself in.

Go ahead, Nathan. Take it.

I'm gonna go to the police, and
I'm gonna tell them everything.

I'm gonna tell them
about the murders.

I'm gonna tell them where
all the evidence is.

I'm gonna tell them that I
made you guys do the podcast.

You're gonna be free.

I mean, it was inevitable. It
was always gonna end this way.

At least like this, I get
to do it on my own terms.

With my head held high.

You ready?

Yeah.

- Hands in the air!
- The Copycat Killer's inside!

Move! Let's move!

Move! Move! Move!
Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Clear!

Clear.

Clear.

Fuck, that's a lot of blood.

Multiple fatalities.

Empty. Nobody's here.

Nathan Bartlett, you are
under arrest for murder.

-I didn't do anything.
-No, no, no. You got the wrong guy.

Matt, tell 'em that...

- Matt? Where the fuck is Matt?!
- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
held against you in a court of law.

- Matt!
- You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one, one
will be appointed to you.

Do you understand the
rights as I have read them?

You don't mind if I store
some incriminating evidence

in your private
storage locker, right?

Yeah, let's go ahead and plant
a bunch of DNA in your Jeep.

Go ahead, Nathan. Put your
fingerprints on the hatchet.

What are you gonna
do, turn me in?

Do whatever you want.
I don't care anymore.

- Easy. Ava.
- Babe, I'm right here. It's okay.

We're gonna fight this, okay?

It's okay. Hey, we're
gonna fight this.

-Get me outta here.
-I will. I will. It's gonna be okay.

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

Are you feeling any better?

I hope so.

'Cause we got a
lot to talk about.

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