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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.

We hope that,
despite this horrible tragedy,

they can rest in peace.

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Babe, you down here?

Uh...

Yeah. Can you hold on
one second?

Just thinking
it might be a good time for...

Y'all ready for this?

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--

Just like you,
gentle listeners,

we at "Sisters in Crime"
are losing sleep

over these horrific slayings.

Unable to take our minds off...

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

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?

Are you ready for this?

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

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Sorry. No.

Ah!

- 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...

...we're out of sync.

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.

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.
- That's it.

Come on, killer.

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.

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!

- 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.
No.

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

w-who shit their pants?

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.

♪ 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.

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?
- After last time...

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...

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?

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..."

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.

I was getting somewhere
with that guy.

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

Why are we here?

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...

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

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.
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.

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.

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...

...I just see a bunch
of miserable fucking losers.

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.

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.

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!

It is hard maintaining
a relationship.

You know
what you need to remember?

- Always put you first.
- Yeah, true.

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

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.

You make a friend?

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.
- You shut the fuck up!

- You only speak
when you're spoken to.
- Oh, really?

Oh, are you tired?

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

- 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.
- Oh, my God.

- Yep.
- These are time-stamped.

Fuck! It couldn't have been him.

Oh!

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?

Sorry.

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.

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?

I'm nobody.

I'm sorry to bother you.

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?

What if I told you...

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

Babe, that was amazing.

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.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Let's see
what we got here.

Hello. So I feel
I have a civic duty

to share what I know
before this monster--

Wow.

Just a lot of my face
antagonizing a serial killer.

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

Hmm. Octopus.

Hmm. Kardashian.

Wow. No. Okay.

Oh, bunny. Aw!
Okay, that'll work.

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.

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--

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

Mr. Leto?

Dr. Fauci?
Oh, my God!

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 ♪