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Richie?

I fucking knew I had a stalker!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you talking about?

I'm not your stalker.

- Stalkers never think
they're stalkers, Richie.

You're telling on yourself.

Look, whatever reason you have
to murder all my exes,

you don't want to murder me.

Party will be over.

- I didn't murder anyone,
and I'm not gonna murder you.

- Then why am I tied up
in your apartment?

- You're not tied up.

Oh, popcorn's ready.

You got a wild one on the side.

Other side.

You got it.

- Okay, what--
what do you want, Richie?

- Well,
I brought you here today--

- Kidnapped me here.

- I brought you here with force

because you showed up
at my place of work,

told me I'm gonna die,

and then vanished
without letting me ask

some follow-up questions.

- So you put a bag
over my head

and threw me in the trunk
of your car?

- Yes, Ruby!

This is what
you've reduced me to.

I tried calling and texting.
No response.

I did what I had to do
to get your attention.

- What are you talking about?

I never got
any calls or messages.

And if you just untie my hands,

I'll grab my phone
and prove it to you.

- Again, nothing's tied.

- Right.
- You're completely free to go.

- I see.

Well, your twisted game
of reverse psychology

is working,
because now I don't want to go.

- Lucky me.
- Don't patronize me.

I will walk right out of here.
- Go ahead.

- Can't get rid of me
that easy.

- Stop, okay?

I'm not playing
mind games, Ruby.

I just want to know
what's happening.

If I'm gonna die,
how much time do I have left?

- I don't know, unfortunately.

We don't know when, where,
or how you're gonna die,

but you are gonna die.

Now, if you'd kindly refer
to the sex timeline we wrote

on the back of that
babysitting flyer,

we do know you have
two guys ahead of you.

- Yeah, why do you have me down

as Green Day/Sum 41
T-shirt guy?

- Sorry.

My friend AJ and I disagreed on
which T-shirt you always wore,

but I know it was Sum 41.

- It was actually
4 Non Blondes.

And you borrowed that T-shirt
and never gave it back.

- Been a few years, Rich.

Memory is a bit fuzzy
on that one.

- I'm sure it is.

- But I did get your texts.

I just didn't have you
in my phone as Richie,

so I never read them.

- What do you mean?

- You're under Gabriel
for some reason.

I just assumed
it was some Mormon

I fell out of touch with.

- You put me in your phone
as Gabriel?

- Yes.

- All I'm saying is,
why didn't Malignant

go to the police sooner?

- Please stop calling her
Malignant.

The character's name
was Madison.

- Was it?
- Yeah.

She's the main character
of the movie.

How did you miss that?

- Because the movie's
confusing.

- No, it's not.

Malignant is Gabriel,
Madison's parasitic twin.

- Well, then who's the guy
killing all those people?

- Gabriel!

- So he's the parasitic
conjoined twin

and a separate person
killing the people?

- It was a visual mislead.

We were in Madison's dreams
seeing Gabriel, not reality.

- Well, maybe they should have
explained that

at the beginning of the movie.

- They should have spoiled
the big plot twist

at the beginning of the movie?

Are you insane?

You know what?
Let's reset.

Wanna see a picture of my dog?

No.

Fine.

Cute.
- Thank you.

- You know, that argument
about "Malignant"

was the last time
I saw you for, like, years

before you walked
into my trivia night.

- That's what happens
when people break up.

- What breakup?

After we argued at the bar,
I drove us back to your place.

You said you were having
a super period,

so I left,
and then you ghosted me.

- We were just casual.

What did you expect me to do?

- Look...

all I'm saying is that
you could have told me

you wanted to end things.

- Richie!
No message is a message.

Would you rather I had sent
you a long text

about all the things
I don't like about you?

Okay, I don't like

how your favorite actor
is Charlie Sheen.

I don't like
how you end conversations

with "smell you later."

Send.
- Yes.

That would have been better
than leaving me hanging.

I don't think we were
soulmates or anything.

It's just, like,
basic human decency.

How do you not see that?
Like, do you even see that?

- Look, I am trying
my best, okay?

I know I'm not perfect.

But I am showing up
and doing the work.

I know I ditched you years ago

and I'm only here now
because you kidnapped me,

but I am here now, aren't I?

Isn't that progress?

Or maybe not, and there's
just something wrong with me.

- Hey.

Look at me.

- Yeah?

- There's for sure
something wrong with you.

You're the worst person
I've ever met.

And I host trivia.

Wow.

It felt amazing
getting that off my chest.

I've been wanting
to tell you that for years.

Okay.

Thank you for coming.

- What?
- Come on.

Out you go.

I appreciate all the info.

Seems like I got a lot
of loose ends to tie up,

so I'm gonna get at it.

Come on.

Smell you later.

- To the left.
To the left.

To the right.
To the right.

And slide.

What's up, Rubes?

You want a ho-cho
to the fo-cho?

- What?
- A ho-cho to the fo-cho,

hot chocolate to the face.

I'm gathering hot chocolates
for AJ and I.

They're, like, 8 bucks,

but I could get you one
if you want to Venmo me.

- No thanks.
- Okay.

More ho-chos to the fo-chos
for mo-mo, or--

shit, I lost it.

- What? Wait, wait, wait.

Why are you being so weird?

You're, like, all happy.

It's kind of gross.

- I don't know.
Why wouldn't I be happy?

AJ and I are back together.
It's great.

- Uh, it's not great,
because a couple days ago,

you and I, you know...

- Humped?
- Ugh, horrifying.

But yeah, no big deal.

Just the ultimate betrayal
of my best friend.

- And my best friend.

- You know, I was literally
just told by an ex

that I was the worst person
he had ever met.

And at first, I was like,
that can't be true.

I adopted a middle-aged dog.

But then I see you, and I think
about what we did to AJ,

and then I'm like, yeah,
yeah, maybe he was right.

Maybe I am the worst person
in the world.

- Hey, I don't feel great
about it either.

But at least at the time,
AJ and I were broken up.

Plus, she straight-up balled

that wedding cellist
that same night.

- I think she just gave him,
like, a lot of hand jobs.

- But I still feel so guilty.

Like, why did we do that?

- I think I have
to tell her the truth.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't do that.

- Uh, I definitely can.

I'm not the girl who sleeps

with her best friend's
boyfriend.

- But you kinda are.

- Well, I don't want to be.

- Listen, Linda,
you don't think

I've thought about telling her?

I feel just as guilty
as you do.

But I know that if I told AJ,
it would just destroy her.

- Yesterday, she told me
she was the kind of person

who would always want to know
the truth, no matter how bad.

- All that telling her would do
would make you not feel

like the worst person
in the world,

or whatever
that ding-dong told you.

To me, that's selfish.

The kinder thing to do
would be for you and I

to shut the hell up and let
the stress of our secrets

give us ulcers.

- Right.

It's our burden to bear.

- Exactly.

Look, we can't change the past.

But in the present,
we can be the best boyfriend

and the best best friend
we can be to AJ.

- I can do that.

- I think it's for the best.

I mean, it's not like
we killed someone.

- Ha!

As far as you know.

- I know I'm getting
a ho-cho to the fo-cho.

That's what I know.

- Hi, Ruby Hot Sauce.

Mommy's home.

- Other mommy's in your room!

I sent Zack off for ho-chos

so I could whip this baby out
and make some updates.

Where have you been?

- To hell and back.

Richie kidnapped me.

- No. Green Day shirt?

- Sum 41.

But he said
it was 4 Non Blondes.

- I don't see that band
for him.

So what happened?

He held you at gunpoint?
Knifepoint?

- Neither.

He kept me there
with mind games.

I was held at mind-point.

While I do want to hear more,

I have some news
that is far more pressing.

As you can see,
we have had a busy day.

You know your sex cluster?

- The sex cluster is dying?

- We're calling it
a death cluster now.

I set up notifications
on my phone

with all the cluster names,
and it has been dinging

like a church bell
with death notices.

Shall we hit some highlights?

- Are you... excited?

Of course not.

No.

Finance bro Simon?

- Yeah, we'll see
how the Nikkei opens, huh?

- Car crash.

Corbin the clown?

- Heart attack.

Philippe and Jordana...

Sauna malfunction.

- Beth was forced to watch.

- Help! Help!

- And then there's Joao.

all: Lumber is murder!

Lumber is murder!

- Accidental chainsaw
to the chest.

Your guy, Lug?

- Colon blowout
in a burpees boot camp.

- Oh, my God.

- The cleanup was endless.

- This is all so awful.

- I know. Horrifying.

I didn't realize
colons did that.

Oh, there goes another one.

Down goes Brian Glidewell.

- No way.
- Yes, way.

Glidewell just glided well
into the afterlife.

- Oh, shit.

I guess Richie was right.

It was 4 Non Blondes,
and I did take his T-shirt.

Oh, no.

Speak of the devil.

What trivia master was just
killed in a gas explosion?

- Wait. Richie's dead?

- I'm afraid so.

Do you want to X him out,
or should I?

- Wait, this is so crazy.

I was just with him
an hour ago.

He seemed fine.

- I know.

Okay, I'll do it.

- Look, I know this case
brings you energy.

But these are all
real people I knew, so you--

Looks like Chuck bit it too.

Sorry. You were saying?

- Can you just put it
on silent?

- Oh, false alarm.

That was just a reminder
that Amanda Knox

is gonna be on
"The Today Show."

Gotta set my DVR.

Okay, now Chuck's dead.

Apparently he was in
a rock climbing accident

and got peeled
like a Fruit Roll-Up.

- I wish I knew.

- Are you talking to the shirt?

- No.
- Good,

because you should be
taking in this board.

These deaths have given us
so much new data.

Like, Jordana getting
steamed to death

means that women are not safe.

Another item of note--
before the death cluster,

the deaths were separated
by a few days,

but now,
it is totally accelerating.

We are running out of time
to warn people.

- Well, then... shit!

We have to do more,
pick up the pace,

find people, warn them,
keep them out of danger,

whatever it takes.
- Agreed.

- All right, okay.
So who's next?

Oh, no.

The one celebrity on my list.

- I don't understand
why I'm not in business class.

No.

No, no, I understand

that there's no business class
on this flight.

I guess I'm curious
as to why that is.

This is a SAG issue.

I mean, why did we even strike?

Just coming in now, huh?

I'm surrounded
by selfish animals.

Okay, I gotta run.

The lady next to me is gonna
listen to our conversation,

and then I'm not gonna be able
to be myself.

Anyway, find me my
"Anatomy of a Fall," Mitchell.

- Hi, John Early.

- Hello... friend.

Look, you got a pen?

I sign everything
except breasts.

- No, it's me, Ruby.

Remember?

I--

- It was the beginning
of COVID.

Everything was just canceled.
Tom Hanks had just died.

We were at our mutual friend
Liam's 4th of July barbecue,

all masked up
and six feet apart,

wondering if we should even
be there.

And then we had a few mai tais,
and you were like,

I don't want to be alone!

So you figured, what the heck?

Might as well try sleeping
with a woman once.

Maybe this will help.

- Oh, yep.

I'm never gonna come.

I can't understand you!

- Ruby, right.

What a time to remember.

How have you been, by the way?

Can you believe
how long that lasted?

"Two weeks to flatten
the curve," they said.

Two weeks.
And then no one--

- Okay, I'm sorry, John.

I hate to interrupt
what I know will be

a hilarious run, but--

- Thank you.

- We have to focus on you
right now.

Your life is in danger,

and you have to get
off this plane.

- Oh, you poor thing.

Did you decide
to get off your meds

so you could feel
feelings again?

I've been there,
and, honey, trust me,

it's better to stay numb.

- No, but I get
why you're skeptical.

You're a contrarian,
and that informs your comedy.

But everyone I've slept with
has been dying, for real.

So getting on a plane right now
is way too risky.

Sweetie,
I validate your worries...

But I'm shooting
an Icelandic yogurt commercial

in Flagstaff tomorrow.

So unless you have $2.5 million

that you can give me right now,

I'm gonna stay on this plane
and sell some Siggi.

- Please!
- Jesus.

- If you won't listen to me,
then can you at least

get in touch
with your celebrity friends?

Your mouthiest queens--

Sarandon, Messing, Drescher--
and tell them what's happening.

We need their help to stop this
before anyone else dies.

Remini.

- Okay, I am so sorry

for whatever it is
you're going through.

Clearly, there's--
there's something here.

But unless you want to help me
run my lines in Icelandic

for Siggi, then this is where
I put on my noise-cancels

and get some qui-qui time.

Okay?

Finally.

I pressed the call button,
like, three minutes ago.

It's so crazy.

The service in economy
is insane.

- How can I help you, sir?

- Um, I think we have a, um--

a cuckoo.

- Ma'am, can I see your ticket?

- I am not a cuckoo.
- I--

- I bought a ticket
on the way to the airport

so I could warn you.

Here you go.

- This isn't your seat,

so I'm going to need you
to move.

- These seats are $27?

Oh, my God!

- Ma'am?

Ma'am.

I am not flying to Flagstaff,

and neither should you,
John Early.

Tom Hanks is fine, by the way.

- No way you booked

the Brett Hely Trio
for the reception.

My parents are gonna flip.

There's always Hely or Tesh
playing at the house.

So how'd you work this miracle?

Ruby?

- Oh, I, uh, did PR
for their West Coast tour

a few years back.

Nice guys.

- Hey. Hi.

You okay? What's going on?

- Oh. Sorry.

There's just a lot
going on right now.

- Like what?

- Well, it's just...

bad things keep happening
to people close to me,

and it's all my fault.

- Well, I'm sure it's not.

- Oh, no.

I really think it is.

Don't be fooled by this cute,
sweet-looking face.

Inside, I'm a Dahmer monster.

Okay.

Well, thank you
for the warning.

I was in danger
of being fooled.

- Yeah, you're welcome.

- I feel like I've seen you
upset like this before,

with that other thing
with your friend, AJ.

But you got through that, right?

You know what's funny
about you?

You're kind of a mess,

but you're not
as much of a mess

as you think you are.

- I think you're wrong,
but thank you.

I don't know.

Sometimes it's all just
so overwhelming, you know?

- You know what helps me

whenever I'm feeling
overwhelmed?

- Let me guess.
You rewatch "The Office"?

- That feels like an insult,
but I don't know why.

Okay, this is
a little embarrassing,

but you remember
the last time you were here

and I was watching
"The Greatest Showman"?

Well, I actually do

a little more
than just watch it.

- You don't mean you--

No!

- Okay.
- No.

- I, um--

I like to perform
the choreography

from the movie.

- Perform?

- I've memorized
all the dance sequences,

and I--and I dance to them.

- That's, uh,
really cool, Isaac.

Shut up.

- Don't laugh at me.
- No, it's--I mean--

- It always calms me down
and helps me feel better.

You should try it.

- Well, can I see it first?

Like, can I see you do it?

- No.
No, no, I couldn't possibly.

- Oh, come on.
- Fine.

Help me move the couch.

I was just watching it
before you got here.

- Wow, you're really good.
- Thank you.

- It's your turn.
Come on.

- Come on. Take off your shoes.
Let's go.

- What the fuck is
going on in here?

- Merci.

- I thought "Greatest
Showman"-ing was our thing,

a thing I hated
but did with you out of love.

- Babe, it--it is our thing.

But Ruby was feeling down
and needed cheering up, so...

- Oh, is that right?

Were you feeling sad, Wuby?

Why is your hair like that?

- It's--I'm the bearded lady.

- You're embarrassing yourself.

You know he has a girlfriend.

I mean, seriously,
what kind of person does this?

- Honey.
- No, she's right.

I am so sorry.

- Whose idea
was the hair beard, Isaac?

Bet it was yours,
you sick fuck.

- Hey.

I just finished watching
the Amanda Knox

"Today Show" interview,
and it was gripping.

- Yeah, that's good.

Hey, can I tell you
about something?

- Sure.
Let me just come down

from this interview
for a second.

If I had to offer critique,

I'd say Hoda seemed
a little tired.

It's like, ma'am,
wake the hell up.

You are sitting with an icon.

- Yes, for sure. Totally.

Okay, so you're gonna be
mad at me,

but I think I like someone.

- Cute client, 7 feet tall?

- Yeah.
- Nope.

Shut it down
and suck it back in.

You can't like someone
right now

because you could kill them.

- I am not gonna sleep
with Isaac,

but I can't help my feelings.

- Yeah, you can.

Shut it off
like our subscription

to the "Seattle Times."

News every day was too much.

- It's off.

He has a girlfriend.

- Good.
You're better than that.

It's just...

being with him makes me feel
less like a piece of garbage,

you know?

He just sees me so differently
than all these other people do.

- Well, of course he does.

You have zero history.
There's no baggage.

But don't mistake that
for something more than it is.

- I know.

It's just, he makes me feel
like I could be a good person.

- You are a good person.

- I don't know if that's true,
but...

I want to be.

- Stop.

Put that Eeyore shit away
and come home.

We'll have a nice dinner
together with Zack.

He made meatloaf.

He said he put extra bread
in the meat,

which should be interesting.

- Yeah,
that does sound interesting,

but, uh, I'm gonna go
to Richie's bar

and see if there's,
like, a memorial

set up for him or something.

- Richie,
the guy who kidnapped you?

- Look, he told me I was
the worst person he's ever met.

Flat-out said
the most honest criticism

anyone's said to me
in a long time.

I felt destroyed.

But in a crazy way,

I think maybe it's what
I needed to hear,

because it did really make me
look at myself.

So I'm grateful
for the gift he left me

before he passed on
and went to hell.

For an unhinged dickhole,

he wasn't half bad.

So that's why I'm visiting
his memorial,

because that is what a better
version of me would do.

Guess I lost her.

- What can I get you?

- First of all,
I am sorry for your loss.

I'm sure Richie was
a valued member of your team.

Anyway, I was just wondering
if there was a memorial area

set up for him
so I could pay my respects.

- Look, lady, I'm new here,
and I have no idea

what you're talking about,

but there's no memorials
going on,

as far as I can tell.

- Well, then I'd like
to start one for him,

if you don't mind.

- Hey, Percy.

This gal wants to start
a memorial

for a guy named Ricky.

That all right?
- Richie. Ri--Richie!

- It's Richie.

He's not hearing me. Hang on.

I'll find out for you.

- Rest in peace, Gabriel.

Smell you later.

- You friends
with that d-bag Richie?

- Hmm, friends.

It's a little more nuanced
than that.

- Well, he no-showed
for trivia.

Not a call, not a text.

We've had to throw
our barback Andrew,

who is very poorly educated,
in as Trivia Master.

- The answer is Pluto.
- Come on.

- Pluto's not the answer
because Pluto's not a planet.

- It's a nightmare.

- Oh, no.

Richie is dead
in his apartment.

He's dead in his apartment,
and no one's found his body.

I smell ammonia in the air.

That means
he's already decomposing.

Trust me, you're going
to want some of this.

Blocks out all odors.

- I got Long COVID.

I can't smell a damn thing.

- My best friend is obsessed
with finding a dead body,

so we always carry
some of this in our purses.

Actually,
I should probably text her

to tell her to come meet us.

But let's grab
a quick look first

so I know
how to tease it for her.

Okay.

- What the fuck, Larry?

You can't just burst
into my apartment.

Ruby?

- You're alive?

- How do you know Larry?

- Is that an aquarium?

You can't have an aquarium.

- Oh, really, Larry?

Where does it say
I can't have an aquarium, huh?

$1,200 a month.

- I thought you were dead,
so I talked your landlord

into letting me in
to ID the body.

What--what are you--

- I'm frosting my tips.

After you left the other day,
I was like, fuck it.

If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna
explode my life in style.

Blew off my job,
broke up with this girl Chelsea

I didn't even like,
and then decided

it was now or never to see if
I could pull off frosted tips.

Hand me the tint brush, please.

- Wait, but all the people

after you in my sex cluster
have already died.

So how are you alive?

- Wait, wait, wait.
They have?

So it skipped me.

- I guess it did.

- In other news,
a box of kittens

is responsible for a fire...

- Do you know what this means?

You're a sex loophole.
- My dick is invincible?

I'm a sex loophole.

- The cats tipped their box
off the table,

knocking over a lit candle.

The three homes burnt down,
but thankfully,

the kittens survived.

Now, we've just received
confirmation

that a plane
bound for Flagstaff

went down today
due to an engine malfunction.

Thankfully,
everyone on board survived,

except for one passenger.

Sucked out of the
back of economy class,

niche gay performer John Early
dead at 54.

Early, whose middle name
is also John,

was probably someone
you didn't--

- I think that's a good idea.