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[announcer] Welcome back to the USTA Bobby Curtis Florida Open,

where Nathan Bartlett has dominated an epic finals match

against Christian DuPont.

[attendee] Let's go, Bartlett!

[announcer] Let's see if he can finish this.

-[woman shrieks] -[crowd gasps]

-Oh, my God. -[woman groans]

-I'm so sorry. -It's okay.

Did I get you in the head? You okay?

-Yeah. Am I dead? -[exhales] I hope not.

-Did you win? -Not yet.

Did I win?

Can we get some medical attention, please?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

What's your name?

["Hello Sunshine" by Wilson Pickett playing]

Ava.

Hi, Ava.

I'm Nathan.

I know.

-[giggles] -* Hello... *

Nathan Bartlett, you just won Wimbledon. What are you gonna do next?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna get naked.

Ooh! Might be a little problematic,

but you know what? I'm gonna go with it.

-You like being with a champ? -Hell yeah, babe.

You like when I'm up 40-15...

-Mmm. -...first game of the second set?

That is weirdly specific, but yeah... [kisses] I like it.

-Yes! Yes! -No, babe, babe,

that's... that's the score when we first met.

Oh! I love that. Keep going.

Okay, Danny Merrick, there's a new sheriff in town, and his name is Nathan Bartlett.

Honey, wait a minute. Why are you... [laughs]

Why are you bringing Danny Merrick into our little, playful fantasy

that is now slowly flying off the rails?

-No, I like it. I like Danny Merrick. -[squeaking]

I love Danny Merrick. Come back. Come back.

What's the matter? Oh, no.

Nothing. No, it's... Uh, I should...

-I gotta tell you something. -Right now?

I'm actually playing a match against Danny Merrick.

-Okay. What? -It's an exhibition to, uh, raise money.

Oh. So people are gonna pay money to watch you guys play?

-That's really cool. -Well, not... not quite...

Well, I-I actually... I...

[exhales] I bid on it.

How m-- [chuckles] How much did you bid?

-Well, it's... it's for charity. -Sure.

-Yeah, it's for kids. -Uh-huh.

How much?

Some of these kids are suffering from traumatic brain injuries--

You're about to suffer from a traumatic brain injury

if you don't tell me how much you bid.

Twenty thousand dollars.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my G-- Please tell--

Are you fuckin' serious right now?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

I'm sorry. I know. It was stupid. It w-- I fucked up.

I just-- Matt got me all excited.

Oh, of course. Why does everything come back to Matt?

He just consistently continues to fuck up our lives.

It's not about Matt. It's about Merrick.

You know what he did. He intentionally hit me with that dirty shot.

There was no dirty shot,

and it was 17 years ago.

I need to beat him.

[phone dings]

Yeah, great. Get back into your phone.

I can't even fucking look at you right now.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Oh, my God. -What?

Uh... Oh, my God.

Folks, this is tough.

We've got developing news out of Los Angeles,

where we're learning that the Copycat Killer has struck again,

claiming yet another victim.

This time, Oscar award-winning actor Jared Leto

has been found murdered

in this terrible and tragic news.

Poor guy.

-I predicted this! -This?

You said that the next victim was gonna be medical.

Yes. Jared Leto was playing Dr. Fauci in Aaron Sorkin's new movie.

-"Leto"? -Mm-hmm.

Been saying "Leeto" all these years.

-[phone dings] -Oh, my God.

My TikTok.

I have followers.

My Murder-Bunny account.

-Murder-Bunny? -It has tons of fans.

They're calling themselves my "Fluffle."

If you're not following Murder-Bunny,

literally, what are you doing with your life?

She's out here predicting a whole-ass serial killer's next moves.

So Murder-Bunny names him the Copycat Killer, right?

Then the LAPD admits

that they no longer believe that this recent spate of murders

is the work of the Westside Ripper.

Power to the Fluffle.

So cheers to you, Murder-Bunny.

[upbeat music playing]

[groans excitedly]

[dramatic whooshing]

[grunts]

-[Nathan] Fuck! -You okay?

Let's take a second.

-[racket clatters] -What's going on? You all right?

[Nathan sighs] Yeah, yeah.

I just need to beat this guy.

Come on. That's not it. What else?

Ava's pissed at me.

I told her about how much I spent on the match.

Oh, my God.

I told you... Why would you do that?

I felt guilty.

I don't know. Maybe this whole thing is just a stupid idea.

It's not stupid, Nathan.

This is how you get your life back,

the life you wanted, the life you deserve.

What's the point of it if I don't have Ava on my side?

Come here. Look...

Nathan...

How do you think you got her on your side in the first place?

I don't know. I like to think it was my charm.

Yeah, no. You're not that charming.

It was your power, buddy.

[laughing] You almost killed her

with a forehand to the face.

-That was an accident. -Was it?

Or was it fate?

It was an accident.

-Well, Gustaf would say there are no accidents. -Can we not?

Nathan, guys like us, we have to forge our own path. No one's gonna give us anything.

You know, not everyone's a fucking killer, okay?

Okay. You fucking kidding me? This again?

I'm stressed out over this Ava stuff. I'm sorry.

I know you are, which is why I thought you might want someone

in your corner.

You're right.

You're right.

Let's hit more.

Hi. Oh, my God. Sorry I'm late. Ugh.

-Don't even worry about it. -[sighs]

-One of those weeks, huh? -Ugh!

I'm just still so pissed at Nathan for lying to me.

Can I get one of those, please?

Yeah, well, it's been a shitshow on my end, too...

-[phone vibrating] -...with all this Killer-Kitty shit.

You mean Murder-Bunny?

-You've heard of that freak? -No.

No. No, I-- Barely.

One of the moms at the park was talking about the Copycat Killer.

-[sighs] -So, this came up, naturally.

See, this is why TikTok is such a menace.

Now, every moron with 5G and a dream

thinks he's freakin' Sherlock Holmes.

There is no Copycat Killer.

Well, let's... I mean...

Jared Leto--

Is a classic Westside Ripper target.

-He's not a woman. -He's a hot brunette

who was ripped on the Westside. It's on the damn tin!

-I'm sorry. I've been fighting my office on this all day. -[phone vibrating]

And they've all gone down the Murder-Bunny rabbit hole, so...

-[phone continues vibrating] -Yeah, no, I... I feel you on that.

Let me talk to Nathan, tell him to stop texting you.

Oh, God, no. No, you don't have to... [laughs]

It's actually Tory. You know, the whole... That boyfriend is... [tuts]

-Ah, right. Yeah. -Yeah.

Well, I could talk to her if you want.

You know I got a PhD in shitty exes.

No. That-that's okay.

-Can I get a margarita, please? -Yes, ma'am.

It's... That's all right.

Are we okay?

Us? You and me?

Yeah. You've been distant lately.

-[phone dings] -You know, I've missed having you to talk to,

and things--

Are you even listening?

Yes. Yes.

[Drew] Okay, I think I'll take a rain check.

-Um... -Oh...

-I'm gonna go. -No, no. Wait, Drew. Hold on one second. Can we--

Oh, my God.

[quietly] I'm gonna find a serial killer.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Hey, Ava. -Ah!

Don't do that!

God, you're so jumpy.

I just wanted to take a second to talk about Nathan.

He's all up in his own head about this fight you guys are in.

And I just think, for the sake of the match,

you could just... stop being mad at him.

Okay, yeah, totally. You really know women.

We love to be told to turn off our feelings when asked, you know?

-Ooh, is that the cipher? -Yes. Yes, it is.

-Everyone's talking about it. -Hmm.

It's all over the news and TikTok,

and they're saying I'm the reason he sent it in the first place.

Wow. I bet you love that.

Are you kidding? Yeah. I can beat him at his own game.

Plus, I'm getting all these sponcon offers.

Frito-Lay is offering Murder-Bunny $2,000 a TikTok ad.

Hmm. Seems like you could use some help with this.

No. I'm good. Thank you.

You and Nathan have your thing.

I have mine. Let's just keep the lines drawn.

Wouldn't want you to relapse.

And then you get all the glory.

I'm not looking for glory. I'm doing this anonymously.

Really? Just like our podcast?

Okay, I'm actually preventing someone from being killed,

not giving a killer a platform.

No offense. Actually, you should take offense. I meant to be very offensive.

"I'm having so much fun copycat killing.

I think I'll pounce again...

unless you save the mouse first.

You have 24 hours!

XO, CCK.

P.S. IDC."

Handwritten.

Very vinyl. The guy's old-school.

What is that supposed to mean?

Probably nothing.

Okay, well, then why did you say it?

I'm late for Nathan. [clears throat]

You know, you can't just come in here and offer--

[grumbles angrily]

Be nice to him. He's fragile.

[door shuts]

[phone vibrates]

[dramatic musical sting]

Tory Thompson?

Detective Drew Stephens.

I didn't order that Canadian Adderall.

It just... showed up at my door.

Yeah, that's still a crime.

But I'm not here about that.

I'm actually a friend of your sister's.

Ava's friends with a cop?

I'm a detective.

I'm sorry.

Your sister said you might be having some trouble with your boyfriend.

Uh... He's my fiancé.

That's good. You're not married yet. You can still get out of this.

-Excuse me? -People think homicide investigations

are all serial killers and stalkers.

That's fascinating. I'm actually late for Torts.

But I'd say that 75% of the murders I investigate

are domestic violence cases turned fatal.

My fiancé would never hurt me.

I know you think you're in too deep, but you don't have to be.

So if you ever wanna unburden yourself...

...I'm here to listen.

-["Word Up" by Cameo playing] -Have a good class.

["Word Up" continues]

[Danny] Hey, everybody. Thanks for coming out.

Thank you. Thank you. Good to see you guys. Thanks.

Hello there. Hello. Good to see you. Good to see you. Hi. Hey.

Yeah! Good to see you out, man. Yeah.

[Nathan] Hey, Danny.

Hey.

-Good to see you. -Good to see you, man.

I'm so sorry about this whole... [inhales deeply]

...brain thing, the TBI.

The what?

Traumatic... brain injury.

I know what it is. I don't have it.

I donated to the charity.

This is a rematch.

Oh, right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 'Cause we-we-we played that time in the, um...

in the, uh...

September 7th, 2006,

when I suffered my career-ending knee injury. You remember that?

That was brutal.

That was so rough.

-But, hey, I'm glad the brain's all good, yeah? -Yeah.

Let's do this! Huh? I'll see you out there?

Right.

All right. You just ignore that Buzz Lightyear-looking motherfucker, all right?

I want you to take what you're feeling right now,

all that shame, all that powerlessness,

and I want you to harness it. I want you to--

Oh. Look who's here.

Oh, shit. Ava.

-Hey. -[Nathan] Hey, babe.

I am so glad you came. I-I...

Honestly, I wasn't gonna be able to do this without you. Thank you.

Well, I'm still pissed at you.

But I did get to wear this cute outfit, so...

I came to talk to Matt. All right?

You. [clicks tongue]

Good luck.

-Come here. -They all come crawling back.

The handwritten note is part of the cipher. I get that now.

This is not about you. This is about saving other people.

A little bit about me, isn't it?

[sighs heavily] The Copycat Killer DMed me.

So, he knows who you are?

He knows who Murder-Bunny is,

and he's speaking directly to me.

If I don't solve his cipher in the next four hours,

people will die.

-Whoa. That sounded pretty cool. -It did.

No, but really, people are gonna die.

Look at these messages.

[sucks teeth] Yeah, this is an ad for shampoo

that regrows your hair after pregnancy.

What? Okay, there's the message.

-Can you bookmark that pregnancy shampoo? -Mm-hmm.

"I'm disappointed you haven't caught on to my game by now, Murder-Bunny.

Four hours left.

I'd hop to it if I were you."

Can you believe?

I can believe.

-Well? -[Matt sighs exaggeratedly]

What are we doing?

-Let's fucking do this! -Yes!

-Yes! -Yeah!

Oh, my God. We are actually going to catch this goddamn motherfucker.

I'm sorry.

Can you please watch the cursing?

I'm sorry. I apologize.

"The Lord will not hold him guiltless

that taketh his name in vain."

-Yeah. Mm-hmm. -Thank you.

But she's fine with "motherfucker"?

[man] Ladies and gentlemen, make your way to center court.

-The match will begin shortly. -Ugh. I feel bad. I should be over there supporting him,

but I'm still so pissed.

Honestly, it's better for his focus.

And you do kinda need me to crack this case.

Let's all take a "calm down" here.

-I don't need you. -I'm calm, Ava. You chased me here, all right?

Admit it. I'm the, uh... the-the Hannibal Lecter

to your, um...

whatever Jodie Foster's name was.

Okay, whatever. I admit the note is actually key to this whole thing,

but none of the words actually fit in the key.

-And by the way, it's Clarice. -What?

"Hello, Clarice."

-Oh, the-- -The movie. Jodie Foster.

She's the protagonist of the whole film.

Uh, I'm pretty sure Hannibal Lecter is the protagonist of that film.

Not surprised you would think that.

Yeah, 'cause I saw the movie.

["Terracotta Walls" by The Saint Cecilia playing]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[squeaking]

[grunts]

* Sweet patterns of light shine bright *

-[chuckles] -[applauding]

-Yes! -Come on, man. It's supposed to be for fun, right?

I'm having a great time playing, pal.

Maybe you should start.

-[laughing] -Oooh!

[man] Another game for Bartlett.

[Ava] "IDC.

IDC."

Hey, kid. You're young and cool.

What does "IDC" mean to you, those letters together?

Does it say something to you?

"I don't care."

Well, you know what? We don't care about you either.

Kids today! [mockingly] "I don't care."

Yeah, "IDC" does stand for "I don't care," though.

-Hmm. -Yeah.

-All right. -But that's not gonna be the key. At least, not directly.

-What do you mean? -I studied the Zodiac Killer. I know what I'm talking about.

That's a comforting thought.

You wanna be the best, you gotta study the best.

You know what I bet it is?

A1Z26.

Letters, numbers.

Wait. Okay.

If that's true,

the A would be 1, B would be 2.

That would mean "IDC--"

943.

Okay. "P.S. 943." 943.

-P.S. Palm Springs. -That's not a thing.

-Uh, pastrami sandwich? -That's food.

Paul... Simon. Does he have something to do with this?

That guy looks like he would have something to do with this.

Or, like, Psalms?

943.

94:3. [clicking pen]

Hello. Excuse me. Hello, friend. Remember me?

-[laughs] Yes, I do. -Yes. I bet.

You seem like someone that might carry a Bible on them.

Is that true?

Yes, you do!

May I borrow that, please?

Well, you need it more than I do.

Yes. Yes, I do.

-Okay. 94:3. -943.

Psalm 94:3. Here we are.

-Okay, read it. -Here we are. Here we are.

"Lord, how long shall the wicked triumph?"

The guy's got a flair for the dramatic.

Okay, so if the circle with a line in it's a W...

Yes, okay. And the little backward Js with the beauty mark,

-that's a T. -Yeah, well...

Okay, and we tie those in there. We have this.

Oh, my God. It's actually spelling something.

I mean, I knew that it would, but I just cannot... Oh, my God.

"Chief Nye on the Mount."

-Wow. Yeah, it's another puzzle. -What?

Okay, so who's Nye?

I only know Bill Nye the Science Guy.

Wait. It says, "Chief."

He's targeting chief of police?

No. Chief of police isn't named Nye.

Okay, what other chief... chief...?

[gasps]

He's gonna kill Travis Kelce.

You're the one that figured out all the victims are connected

via the medical world.

-Chief of surgery! Of course. -There she is.

Yeah, but there's gotta be, like, 20 hospitals in L.A.

Yes. "Mount... Mount... Mount."

Mount Sinai.

Cedars-Sinai.

"Dr. Samuel Nye,

Chair of Cedars' department of surgery."

-You're a genius. -Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God, Ava! -[squeals excitedly]

Two hours, fifty-eight minutes

before the Copycat's countdown expires.

Wait. Are we sure? What if we're wrong?

-What if this is not-- -Ava, listen to me.

Your instincts got you here.

Don't start doubting them now.

Okay, all right. Fuck it. Fuck it.

-Fuck it. -Blah! Let's do it. [grunts] Okay, here we go.

[breathes deeply] Fluffle, Murder-Bunny here

with an exclusive you won't hear from "Sisters in Crime" or anyone else.

Because I have been communicating directly with the Copycat Killer,

and I solved his cipher.

That's right. I know who the next victim's gonna be.

[man] Set point, Bartlett.

[yawns]

-Double fault. -That was in.

-No. Totally. I meant in. -Yeah.

-That's out. -No. That was in.

-You need glasses. That is out. -Nate, are you trying to lose the point?

I'm advocating for a fair match. Are we playing tennis or not?

Dude, you're winning. We're good. It was an amazing serve.

You're not playing, okay? I know you.

You won three Grand Slams. You're a great player. I've played you, right?

-This isn't you playing. -I know, and I'm playing.

Come on. What are you...

It's just a... It's a charity event. It's good.

Oh, it's a charity event? Okay, I see what you're doing. Yeah.

You're above the charity event? You're above me?

You know, it really feels wonderful doing such a good deed.

-Mm-hmm. -[sighs]

Anonymously, of course.

-Mm-hmm. -But, you know...

Although, uh, you did just broadcast it

to thousands of people.

Yeah, well, anonymously, so...

It's fine. I get it.

The thrill of notoriety under the cloak of anonymity,

there is no better drug.

Okay, that's great.

Wonderful words, but I'm not like you.

-I'm not doing this for-- -[Nathan] Dick!

-I'll fuck you both up. I will fuck you both up. -Oh, my God. Is that my husband?

[Nathan] You fucking prick!

-This is my life! -Oh, my God.

[crowd gasping]

-Nate. -You know what?

Don't call me Nate, okay? It's not my name.

It's Nathan fucking Bartlett, you motherfucker!

You fucked up my ACL.

You fucked up my knee. You fucked up my whole life.

I'm here to kick the shit out of you.

-[Ava] Hey, can-- -I will fuck you up!

-Babe! Can I talk to him for a second? -Hey. How's it going?

-What the hell are you doing? -I just--

-You look like you're freaking out here. -No, I'm good.

No, you're not good. You don't look good.

I'm confronting my demons.

I got this guy. I'm gonna fucking beat him now.

Beating him today is not gonna change what happened in the past.

I'm not trying to change the past. I'm trying to change the future.

Look, if I win today,

I can finally get some fucking respect.

Respect from who?

You have my respect.

That's all that matters.

We have Jack and our family.

Please. I love you.

Let's go home.

-Okay. -I love you.

Come on. Let's go.

[sentimental music playing]

-Let's go home. -Yes?

Yes.

-[Ava sighs] -I'm sorry.

-He's just... pretending he doesn't know who I am. -I know. It's okay.

-Let's just go home. -Okay.

What? Why are you looking at me like that?

[sucks teeth] You know what?

No. Look, you've already made your mind up, buddy.

Yeah, I did. I have a wife who loves me and forgives me,

and I'm going home.

Did she forgive you?

Or did she just say whatever she had to

to get you to stop embarrassing her?

[gritty hip-hop song playing]

Uh, Nathaniel, are we doing this?

'Cause I gotta be in the 'Bu in, like, an hour.

They're gonna name a LaCroix flavor after me.

Wow, that's cool.

[grunts, shouts]

You motherfucker!

[shouts]

* I think I lost my mind *

* I swear I'm outta control *

You LaCroix motherfucker.

[choking] Nathan.

Nathaniel.

* I swear I'm outta control *

Ava! [grunts]

-[police officer] Let's go. Up. -Ava! [grunts]

Which one of you is Ava?

Well, whoever Ava is, she can pick him up at the station

after we print and process him.

Let's go.

[Nathan] Ava!

[door creaks open]

[suspenseful musical sting]

Oh, my God!

You okay?

Yeah. Um...

I'm fine. I'm just... [sighs]

I wanted to... [sighs]

...talk to you about something in-in person. Um...

One of Ava's friends came to see me.

It was a detective.

Came to see you about what?

You.

[tense music playing]

You say anything about me?

No.

I'm sorry. I...

I'm just not really sure what to-what to say.

I j-... I just don't want this to be triggering for your recovery.

I'm really glad you told me.

We shouldn't have any secrets between us.

Did you tell Ava?

No. Not yet.

But I did...

get the detective's info.

Tore.

I'm so sorry that you got dragged into all this.

You did the right thing, though, not telling Ava.

Just gonna stress her out, you know? She's already had a day.

Did she not solve the cipher?

She thinks she did.

She got carried away as soon as she saw anything.

She rushed.

She didn't see...

there was more to the message.

[Tory] "Hey, Ripper. I'm better than you."

Oh, my God.

He's not talking to Ava.

He's... talking to the Westside Ripper.

He's talking to you.

[music intensifies]

-[Nathan on video] Ava! -Oh, my God!

Oh, Nathan, you fucking idiot.

-I mean... -[Nathan shouting indistinctly]

[phone dings]

Wait.

"Copycat Killer strikes again.

Police find note at murder scene signed by killer." [gasps]

"Deceased's name is Clark Miller. 59, father of two.

CEO of Snowfall Mattresses"?

That's not medical!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

-Con artist! -Fraud!

Your 15 minutes are up, babe.

You lied about solving the cipher.

You hardly solved a quarter of it.

No. I didn't know. [spluttering] I swear.

What kind of a sociopath announces the name of the wrong victim

to millions of people?

Now, someone else is dead, and it's all your fault, Moron-Bunny.

[laughs]

[all] Moron-Bunny. Moron-Bunny.

-Moron-Bunny. -[exclaiming]

[phone ringing]

-Hello? -You gotta come bail me out, okay?

I got bigger problems over here.

The Fluffle turned on me.

-Would you forget about the Fluffle? -Hey. Time's up.

Uh, yeah. I'm just talking to my wife. One second.

Look, there's a line for the phone, and I gotta go.

Just get in the car... Get in the car and come get me now.

Guess what, you're not the only one that got carried away today.

-I gotta fix this. -Okay.

So are you gonna bail me out or not?

Sorry, babe.

There's something I have to do first.

What do you mean there's something you gotta do?

-You gotta come-- -[man] Hey. Let's go.

-I was just talking to my... -Let's go.

Just talking to my wife.

Do you know how long I gotta stay in here?

[elevator dings]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Ava] Hi. I need to speak to one of your detectives, please.

Before you go any further, I'll inform you that California's new CAREN Act

carries up to a one-year sentence for identity profiling.

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

I'm not a racist. I'm not a Karen.

I just came from a country club.

[inhales] I heard that. Sorry.

We're not members. My husband actually bid on a tennis match.

Then he played and got himself arrested.

-We don't book arrests here. -Right. I'm not even here for that actually.

Detective Stephens is a friend of mine.

Well, maybe not for long,

after finding out that I am Murder-Bunny.

Uh, but you know, whatever. I am here to do the right thing.

You guys have a tech department, right? Can you guys, like, track people through DMs?

[whispers] Like the Copycat Killer?

If I have to forfeit Taco Tuesdays with my friend, so be it.

I don't think we're friends. I think our friendship has gone in different directions.

Ma'am, please stop talking.

[Ava] Sorry.

[dramatic music playing]

[phone vibrating]

-Hey. -[officer] Sorry to bother you, detective.

I've got a woman here who says she has information about the Copycat Killer.

Should I send her back?

Yeah, that's fine.

Room 23.

[quietly] Thank you.

[music intensifies]

[music ends abruptly]

["Cup of Time" by Donna Blue playing]

* No way out *

* No way out *

* You'll have to see it all *

[knocking on door]

* Until the curtains fall... *

Oh. Sorry. I must have the wrong office.

I'm looking for Drew Stephens.

I'm Detective Stephens. How can I help you?

-* Your secrets come to light * -Uh...

* Deep in this... *

-Olivia Carter? -Yeah.

I got an Amazon Prime package for ya.

Oh, wow. Already? [chuckles] Thanks.

It's, uh, so nice and peaceful out here.

Thanks. Yeah.

I like to be away from the fray of the city.

Especially with all these murders lately,

can't be too careful, right?

You just really never know.

Yeah.

You never know.

* No pretense here at night *

* Out of power *

* The witching hour *

* Ninety minutes slowly spin you Upside down *

* You can't drown it out *

* You cry in the morning *

* You cry in the night *

* No way out *

* You write me a story *

* Honey, don't fool me *

* You tell me you're doing fine *

* All the time *

[song ends]