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[Romy] Once again, the blood of innocent women is being shed

all over the pristine sidewalks of West L.A.

But thus far, we've seen no link between these latest victims

of our heretofore hibernating Westside Ripper.

Still think the killer is the Westside Ripper. Fuckin' idiots.

[Rochelle] We hope that, despite this horrible tragedy,

they can rest in peace.

[Romy] Speaking of resting in peace,

right now, get 30% off of Whisper Bedding.

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[Nathan] Babe, you down here?

-Uh... -[podcast turns off]

Yeah. Can you hold on one second?

[Nathan] Just thinking it might be a good time for...

Y'all ready for this?

[vocalizing]

Babe, sorry. You know, I'm studying for the license renewal.

So, I'm just, like, really, really overwhelmed with all of it.

-Okay. -Yeah. Just give me, like, a second.

-All right. Maybe later. -Uh...

-You all right? -Yep.

Do you--

[quirky music playing]

[Rochelle] Just like you, gentle listeners,

we at "Sisters in Crime" are losing sleep

over these horrific slayings.

-Unable to take our minds off... -[moaning]

...the shape-shifting, diabolical monster committing them.

-[applause on video] -Obsessions like these may be good for the pod,

but on the home front, they take their toll on the fam.

Hey, babe.

Y'all ready for this?

[tennis match playing on video]

Are you ready for this?

[tennis match continues on video]

[sighs]

Oh, hey. Just getting Jaden ready for the Burbank Semis.

-[quirky music playing] -[Ava sighs]

[Romy] What is it about our modern society

that makes people, women especially,

so obsessed with serial killers,

even now, as one looms over Los Angeles?

Perhaps it's the tantalizingly thin line

between observing a crime

and being a part of one yourself.

[Ava] What do you think these dead bodies have in common?

You're probably not used to me talking to you like that. How about this?

[in baby voice] Do you see any connection with these dead bodies? Huh?

Look. This is the number three. What do we think that means? Huh?

My little murder bunny.

[in normal voice] I should not be calling you that, should I?

Okay, okay, this victim is Anna.

She's a doctor, yeah.

Kinda like the lady that gives you your shots.

But Anna is a sex therapist and psychiatrist.

You won't need those things for a few years.

It's a little early to be talking to your kid about sex therapy.

Ah! What are you doing down here? Why are you here?

-Oh, my God. This is so concerning. -It is not.

Okay, nothing is more concerning that your Harry Styles fan fiction.

Can you do me a favor? I need you to take him for, like, six or seven hours.

-I... Wait. -I love you. Don't tell Nathan

anything I'm doing down here.

Don't leave me in the murder hole with your baby.

I have to go pretend I read the newspaper.

Nice to meet a fan of our work, especially a young one.

Yes, that one took a lot of work. We're very proud of it.

And by "we," I mean me.

Yeah, I also actually wanted to tell you how sorry I was

about your-your colleague that was... ugh...

Wendy Jenkins, the one that was killed.

It's just terrible what happened to her.

Thank you. She was a great friend and co-worker.

[sighs] I'm so sorry. I mean, who would wanna do something like that to her?

Do you know if-if, uh, she had any enemies?

Hell yeah. She was an investigative journalist.

Just last year, she wrote exposes bringing down tobacco lobbyists,

that state senator caught going to the sex parties,

medical providers in bed with big pharma, on and on.

Do you-do you know anyone I maybe could speak to at this big pharma place?

Oh.

I know what's going on here. You're a copy chaser, aren't ya?

I don't... I don't think so. I don't know what that means, though.

A journo jockey. [laughs]

Consider me interested. Let me get you one of my business cards.

-Oh. Oh, thank you. -No, that's a receipt.

Sorry. No.

Ah!

[sighs]

-Hello. -Hi.

I have an appointment with Dr. Friedman.

-Oh, no. You haven't heard. -What?

Dr. Friedman was... killed.

Oh, my God!

-I know... -This is terrible. Oh, no.

I'm so sorry. Were you a patient of hers?

-I feel like I would know you if-- -I was.

I haven't been here in a very long time.

Probably far before you started working here.

-I started three years-- -Four years.

It's been four years since I've been here.

That's probably why you don't recognize me.

What happened? Do you know?

-We don't know much yet. -But she probably knew the killer, right?

Everyone knows the killer usually.

Did she ever mention anyone suspicious

that came in here, or she felt uncomfortable around,

or maybe someone that she felt was holding a grudge?

Did she have a husband? It is always the husband, right?

-No. -Oh.

Dr. Friedman shared this practice with her wife... for years.

-Oh. -She didn't have a husband.

Oh, well...

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave,

or I can call security.

How dare you?

I am a patient.

And I will call security on you.

Okay, I'm not gonna do that. I'm gonna go.

And three, two, one. Great job, buddy!

God, you're gonna be so ready for this match.

Bartlett versus Merrick, round two.

Thrilla in Beverly Hilla.

I can't believe I finally get a rematch with this asshole.

-Yes. -Just gotta figure out how to tell Ava.

What are you talking about? Why would you tell Ava?

I don't like sneaking around.

I mean, we're used to being on the same page, and...

[sighs] ...we're out of sync.

[grunts]

We haven't had sex since Jack was born.

Aw, Nathan.

That's tough, man. I-I feel ya.

You and Tory are going through a dry patch, too?

What you talking about? No. I can't keep her off me.

She keeps asking me to choke her during sex,

which, obviously, I can't do,

you know, given my past.

Didn't you stab your victims?

Nathan, it is all related, all right?

I can't just play with this stuff.

That's like asking Ohtani to play a game of Wiffle ball.

Sorry. So you think you were the Ohtani of murdering?

I don't think anything, Nathan. I know.

Oh, my God. I miss that rush.

Sobriety is a bitch.

-You okay, pal? -Yeah, no, no. I'm fine.

I think I'm just tired from all the relentless sex.

[sighs] I remember when Ava was a freak.

-What the hell you doing? -Stay alert.

For what? A punch in tennis?

A punch in life, Nathan. Do me a favor. Stand up straight.

Puff your chest out. Come on!

Look, Ava's not gonna wanna be with some sloucher, or sulker, or a whiner.

She's gonna wanna be with a killer.

Come on.

Let's go.

-One, two, three, four. [grunts] -That's it.

-[grunting] -Come on, killer.

[shouting]

Okay, here's what I have.

First victim, Wendy Jenkins, okay?

The journalist who pissed a lot of people off with her exposes.

Then Anna Friedman. She's a psychiatrist and sex therapist

with a very rude receptionist.

Then there's Carly Warren. I don't know much about her. She's a mom. I don't know--

-Ooh, Carly's a little freak. Nice. -What do you mean?

Well, she has the number three stamp on her wrist.

[Ava] You mean that tattoo?

That's not a tattoo. That's a stamp for Third Base.

The what?

It's an underground sex party.

-How do you know what that is? -You're so boring.

-Oh, my God. Don't answer that. -Why don't you know about it?

Just don't talk for a second. Ugh. God.

"Conservative state senator caught attending underground sex party."

That's Wendy's article. Anna's a sex therapist.

Holy shit! That's the connection. Sex!

Sex and murder. Sounds about right.

The killer must have met all his victims at this sex party.

That must be where he finds them. Ah!

-[exclaiming excitedly] -[exclaims]

-Ah! -Oh.

Thank you so much for being so slutty.

Hey, babe, what's up?

Just kicked some ass at the gym.

I think we should go to a sex party.

Holy shit! It worked.

Are you all right? You look like you did

when you found out Hall and Oates were suing each other.

-I couldn't believe it. -Okay. I know it's a little out-there.

But don't you feel like we've been in a strange, weird space lately?

Yeah, yeah. I guess we've been in a little bit of a--

Joyless, sexless march to death?

I was gonna say "a momentary dry spell."

I found out about this crazy party from Tory.

We could just go, have a fun night, observe. We don't have to do anything.

We just, you know, can spice things up.

Okay. Yeah.

Old Anytime Ava is back.

"Anytime Ava"? Wow.

You're making me sound like the most popular hooker

in the saloon.

It's "sex worker," babe.

Do you have to... Why?

-Two Cadillac margaritas. -Sure.

Thank you. Two more.

Ugh. I'm exhausted.

This Westside Ripper case is kicking my ass.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

I mean, I'm exhausted too.

Just, you know, from... life.

So, hey, you, um...

any closer to solving this thing?

Uh, I thought we had something

when we found skin underneath the victim's fingernails.

-Really? -But DNA sample just came back like me on all the dating apps.

No match.

Oh. [laughs] That is...

That's good. That was... that was... that was good.

You know, I'm just, like, so fascinated by what you do. How do you investigate a crime?

How do you even start that? How do you get people to tell you stuff?

Why? You're not spying on your sister again, are you?

'Cause I thought that didn't go over so well last time.

Oh, no, no, no. No. [laughs] No.

The only investigating I'm doing these days is...

w-who shit their pants?

-[laughs] -So, you know...

All signs lead to that guy.

Talk about Jack the Ripper, huh?

-I'm in a pleather body prison. -You look beautiful.

I cannot believe you brought a bottle of wine.

What? You can never show up at a party empty-handed.

It's a sex party, not a dinner party.

I love wine after sex.

Wait. Hold on. Are we sure this is it?

I mean, I expected something a little different.

What do you want, a neon sign that says, "Sex party here"?

Yes! That would be very helpful.

-Ooh, this is exciting. -Yeah.

Now, it's probably gonna be a bit jarring when we first walk in.

-'Cause of all the people having sex? -Yeah. Just try not to stare.

How about you try not to stare? And stop mansplaining

a sex party that I invited you to.

[buzzer sounds]

-[upbeat rap song playing] -* I'm callin' it how I see it *

* These bitches be fake winnin' *

* I wouldn't wanna be near 'em... *

Oh.

Something tells me this is it.

[Nathan] Is it the naked woman in the cage?

Okay. That's probably an indicator we're at the right place.

Imagine how awkward it would've been if we strolled into a random party?

-Would've been so embarrassing. -Let's wash our hands.

-Oh, yes. That's good. -Gotta practice good hygiene.

You know what? That's just lube.

Now, I've just got lube all over my hands.

-Do you need some? -Nah, I'm good.

-He's got enough. -He's good.

I just wanna go around really quickly

and discuss what everyone's green lights and red lights are.

-Roxy, you've been here before. Why don't you start? -[Roxy] After last time...

[whispering] That means what they like and what they don't like.

I think I understand.

I'm a pain switch and a watersports bottom.

Huh. That's nice.

It's my turn? Okay. Um, well... [inhales]

Never tried any watersports.

Um... We did go snorkeling on our... honeymoon.

I-I'm pretty inexperienced here. We basically do normal sex.

Uh... W-what I mean, like, is boring.

Okay, I'll go.

So, I like scratching.

Really looking for someone who also enjoys scratching.

It's called cat play. What about you? You look like you'd be into some cat play.

-Uh... sure. -Prove it.

Let me see your arms. Got any scratches?

[laughing] T-this is a sex party. Everybody has scratches.

That's probably true.

-What are you doing? -What?

"Cat play"? That's very specific.

-I thought we were here to observe. -We are.

So what? I'm just answering questions.

-When in Rome... -Right.

"When in Rome..."

[sensual hip-hop song playing]

[Ava] I actually come here all the time.

I feel like I would've remembered someone as beautiful as you.

Well, okay, I was here August 13th, 16th, and 20th.

Were you here any of those days?

I mean, I think so. What is this?

Um, this is just me being a very bossy teacher.

-If you don't give me the answers I need-- -Can I talk now?

Right now? Can I... In the other room there?

Uh, yeah. Don't go anywhere. Hold on.

[scoffs] I was getting somewhere with that guy.

What the hell's going on? You're avoiding me, asking weird questions.

Why are we here?

[Ava sighs]

Okay. Okay. The truth is...

I figured out that the copycat killer found his victims at this party.

I figured if we came here, I could find this guy

and, like, I don't know, solve this case.

I knew something was up. You've been lying to me this whole time?

No! I mean, kind-- Not really.

You didn't exactly like me being involved in all the murder stuff.

I don't care about that. I thought we were coming here to rekindle our relationship,

but obviously, you don't care about it.

That's not true. It-it can be both.

This is your classic two-birds-one-sex-party situation.

Okay, you seem to be enjoying yourself

talking to other people at this thing.

-I think I'll do the same. -Come on--

Hey, I'm Matt.

Um... [clears throat]

-I'm 112 days sober, and-- -Nice.

-[clapping] -Thank you.

And, um, lately,

I've just been worrying about falling off the wagon.

There's this new person who's...

uh, doing my old job,

and they're good at it.

They're really goddamn good at it,

and, um, I just feel like

they're getting all this attention and credit

for stuff that they haven't earned, that they do not deserve.

Yeah, and it just really makes me wanna...

uh, makes me wanna drink.

So...

What? I say something wrong?

Oh, no. No. Just something I'll mention to you after group.

Am I in trouble or something?

I really don't wanna cross talk,

but would love to continue this conversation with you in private

when we're done.

Well, I mean, anything you wanna say to me, Georgia, in private,

you can say in front of the group. [clears throat] I don't mind.

Unless you're afraid to.

Okay, fine.

I'm not trying to judge you,

but I don't think you're here because of your drinking.

I think it's something else.

I'm sorry. What?

I think perhaps you're here for your anger.

My anger is fine.

[Georgia] Well, I've observed you here for a while,

and I haven't seen you really engage with the steps.

You haven't attempted to make amends.

My situation is a little more complicated than most.

You wouldn't necessarily understand. It's not your fault.

I'm sorry to say this, but you are not special.

[group murmuring]

[menacing music playing]

I hear you. I really do,

but, uh... my situation really is different.

I can't explain it, so you'll just have to take my word for it.

Your anger is a manifestation of shame,

and the only way to get rid of shame is to make amends.

Maybe once you do that,

you'll be able to forgive yourself.

Or maybe this whole sobriety thing is just kinda bullshit.

I mean, I sit here every week,

and I look at you,

and you say that you're happy,

that you found serenity and peace.

Honestly, looking at you...

[clicks tongue] ...I just see a bunch of miserable fucking losers.

[murmuring]

Honestly, it's sad.

I just gotta speak my truth.

I'm sorry, Georgia, if that's, uh...

A perfect example of what I'm talking about.

["The Truth" by Handsome Boy Modeling School playing]

I mean, did I lie to him? Sure, sure.

But it's not like I came here to look for another guy.

And look, there he is over there, laughing it up with Miss Fucking No-Bra.

You know what no one tells you? No one tells you

how to get the spark back after a baby comes. No, no. It's a mystery.

You know, I thought this would be so fun to do together.

I thought we'd come to this party, and it would bring us closer together.

But all it's doing is pushing us farther apart.

Ugh. I get it.

-[cracks] -[man grunts]

I've been married 15 years, have three kids.

It does not get any easier.

Oh. Well, congratulations.

Oh, that's not my husband.

Oh, right. Duh! [laughs]

It is hard maintaining a relationship.

You know what you need to remember?

-Always put you first. -Yeah, true.

[sighs] I didn't think I'd be getting such good relationship advice

[whispers] at a sex party.

Why? 'Cause we're all freaks?

-No. -We're not real people?

No. Oh, my God. Not freaks. I like it here.

I'm just fucking with you.

Oh, my God. [laughs]

You make a friend? [groans, moans]

No. I mean, I got woken up at 5:00 a.m. this morning

to make waffles that look like the Paw Patrol.

And now, here I am, whipping the crap out of this guy.

-Yeah. -I mean, it is kind of fun

to be desired by other people.

It kind of gives you the confidence to be a better partner,

to be a better mommy.

You know, maybe you're right.

Maybe a little jealousy isn't the worst thing in the world.

In fact, maybe it's the perfect little spice to get things back on track.

Well, thank you. You have been very helpful.

And thank you for helping in whatever way you just did.

-Not a problem. -[woman] You shut the fuck up!

[man screams, groans]

-[woman] You only speak when you're spoken to. -[man] Oh, really?

-[whip cracking] -[man screaming, moaning]

[woman] Oh, are you tired?

["The Truth" continues]

[woman moaning]

Nathan, we both know this has gone on long enou--

Hi. I'm Doug.

This is not at all what it looks like.

-Wait. It's not? -* The truth is all there is *

-I was talking to this woman-- -Uh, yeah.

You mean the, uh, the braless wonder? I saw that. I'm cool with it.

But this is... This is throwing me for a little bit of a loop.

-But I'll go with it. -No. Hold on. Come here. Can I talk to you?

She was telling me about your victim, Carly.

-You remember my victim's name? Oh, my God. -Yeah.

She introduced me to this guy. He was the last person to be with Carly.

Then I noticed the scratches on his arm,

so I tied him up. I thought it was the best way we could question him.

Oh, my God. That's, like, the nicest thing you've ever done for me.

I'm a little turned on right now.

Okay, babe. The killer.

Yeah, no. Killer. Yeah, yeah.

-[Nathan] Let's get in there. Okay, so, Doug... -Doug.

-Yeah. You, uh... you knew Carly, right? -Hmm.

-How'd you know that? -We know a lot of things about you, Doug.

Sure do. We know a lot of things.

I don't have to talk to you.

Just because you restrained me against my will...

Unless that's part of the game, in which case... well played, sir.

-It's not. -Oh.

-[sighs] -I'm not telling you shit.

For all I know, you're both cops.

Okay. Um, let me just...

-You wanna do it? -Yeah. You, um...

-You cared about Carly, right? -Of course.

So do we. We just wanna know what happened to her.

We are all friends here, I promise.

[Doug sighs]

I could never kill Carly. I loved her.

She was my naughty nurse.

-Medical play, that's probably-- -I think I got it.

The night that she was killed, I was at another party,

where you have to give consent to be hurt.

-Okay. -Mm-hmm.

I have photos. I can show you.

-Sure. Where-- Okay. -Whip it out.

-Don't say "whip it out" here. -Yeah, let me whip 'em out.

Oh, I can't because you tied me up.

-Come on, man. -Where's your phone?

-They're in my pants. -Get 'em. Go. Get in there.

-[Nathan] Got you. Here it is. -Don't touch my ChapStick.

-Got it. -Okay. Now... here it is. Okay.

-Code, please? -I got the code.

-Never mind. -Watch that.

-It's in Photos. -Photos.

-Vacation. -Okay.

Boner Town.

-Doug, I mean... -Boner Town.

-You don't have to name it that. -It's my phone.

-Okay, here we go. -[sighs] Oh, my God.

-[Nathan] Yep. -[Ava] These are time-stamped.

Fuck! It couldn't have been him.

-[exclaims] -Oh!

-[laughs] -That's not funny.

-What are you doing, Doug? -It's pretty funny.

-Ugh! -I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I-I just wanted to deliver for you.

You did. You did. I love you. Thank you.

So... I'm hearing we're not gonna fuck. Is that right?

[door shuts in distance]

[suspenseful music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

Sorry.

[sighs]

Can I help you?

Are you the sister of Chloe Lake?

Look, if you're here for an interview, or a podcast, or whatever,

don't bother. I'm not interested.

Oh, no. It's nothing like that. I just, um...

Uh, I just wanted to say...

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

I am... I am so sorry for what happened to her.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

So tragic.

You know, the way she died.

You must be unable to move on from that

or-or-or think about anything else.

[woman chuckles wryly]

I prefer to think about how she lived.

-That's all that matters to me. -Mm.

Not how she died.

Yeah, but su-surely it matters a bit.

Not really, no.

Her life had so much more meaning than her manner of death.

Yeah, but her murder, it was...

it was a big deal.

People acted like it... for a few months,

and now, no one cares.

They're on to the next.

Surely somebody cares.

You've just gotta find them.

You know, when I found AA--

-I'm not a drunk. -Right, but there's a grief support group.

They meet right before us.

It's at a church just off Pico.

-I don't know. It could be pretty helpful. -Why do you care?

Who are you anyway? What is this?

[tense music playing]

I'm nobody.

I'm sorry to bother you.

[clattering]

That's, uh...

Hey.

Hey.

Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?

Uh, no, it's nothing. I'm fine.

Matt...

Look, if we're gonna get married,

we're gonna have to be open and honest with each other.

Okay.

You want honest?

It turns out that...

my life has meant nothing.

-That's not true. -No, it is.

It's all been meaningless.

What are you talking about?

What if I told you this whole sobriety thing is just not working for me?

[suspenseful music playing]

What if I told you...

...there's only one way that I can feel like myself again?

[Ava] Babe, that was amazing.

[sighs] We should really go to more sex parties.

Yeah.

Maybe next time, we could try

the naughty-nurse medical play thing.

Oh, my God.

What? I thought this was a safe zone.

I indulged your Ray Romano fantasy.

No, babe, no. That's it!

The victims all have some sort of connection

to the medical world.

The doctor, the naughty nurse,

the journalist that wrote the article on big pharma.

-Oh, shit. -The killer must have some sort of vendetta

against the medical field.

I gotta go to my murder board and figure it out.

-Unless you want me to stay. -Of course I do.

But you're so pumped up, and I love you like this.

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs]

Mm-hmm. Okay.

[quietly] Let's see what we got here. [clears throat]

Hello. So I feel I have a civic duty

to share what I know before this monster--

[inhales] Wow.

Just a lot of my face antagonizing a serial killer.

Let's start over. What do we got? Dinosaur.

Hmm. Octopus.

Hmm. Kardashian.

-[taps] -Wow. No. Okay.

-Oh, bunny. Aw! Okay, that'll work. -[taps]

Hello, everyone.

This is Murder-Bunny.

And I have some really important information

on the serial killings that are happening right now in L.A.

The killer is targeting people in the medical community.

I repeat, the next victim is gonna be someone in the medical world.

So, please, stay on high alert.

Mr. Leto, they're ready for you on set.

Mr. Leto, hello?

He's not answering.

[man on walkie-talkie] Just go in.

I'm so sorry if I'm interrupting your sound bath again, but--

Oh. [chuckles softly] Sorry.

Didn't realize you were sleeping. It's just...

uh, Sorkin's starting to get a little antsy, and--

["Broken Man" by St. Vincent playing]

* On the street, I'm a king-sized killer... *

Mr. Leto?

[spluttering] Dr. Fauci? Oh, my God!

[breathing shakily]

Help!

Help! I need a medic!

Help!

* Lover, nail yourself right to me *

* If you go, I won't be well *

* I can hold my arms wide open *

* But I need you to drive the nail *

* Like, what are you looking at? *

* Well, who the hell do you think I am? *

* Hey, what are you looking at? *

* Like you've never seen a broken man *

* Oh *

* Oh *

* But how do you see me now? *

* Oh *

* If I stopped cracking up myself *

[song ends]