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This is how we're gonna die.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't say that!

- I love you.
- I love you too.

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

and this is probably
the best time to do it.

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

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

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

No one's gonna listen to this
for free,

let alone subscribe
to Patreon.

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

- What?
- Why are you recording us?

People love murder podcasts.

So I decided
to take it up a notch

and record a real murder.

Yours.

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

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

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

A plan that involves
kidnapping my son?

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

You just described
the vast majority
of kidnappings.

Didn't you say
his grandparents were awful?

I did say they were awful, Tory.

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

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

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

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

who's been missing
since early afternoon today.

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

Hey, Ollie.
You're gonna love this.

You're not the only one
with a plan.

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

Yeah, killing people,
that's not entertainment.

Good note. I agree.

So I designed a game
to play first.

Do you like quiz shows?

- No.
- Kinda.

No.

I think
you're gonna like this one,

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

because the subject is...

serial killers.

We don't wanna play
your fucking game.

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

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

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

We have a kid. Please.

And if you ever wanna see
your baby Jack again,

you'll play the game.

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

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

You do know a lot
about serial killers.

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

That's the actual game, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

Hey.

Can I help you?

Yeah. Is he here?

He's in the back.

What the fuck?

Trust me.

Not who you expected?

No. No, not really.

I thought you said
they weren't women.

Not usually women. This is
a very unusual situation.

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

Uh-uh.

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

I ask the questions.

- What the...
- ...fuck?

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

How did Robert Durst
kill his friend in California?

I... I know this one.

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

Boom, bam.

- Very good.
- Ha!

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

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

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

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

Oh.

What's going on?

Oh!

What was I thinking?

This is audio.

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

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

Look who's back.

Same as last time?

Uh, no. Uh...

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

Oh.

Sure it's a good idea?

Probably not, no. But...

I'm gonna have to anyway.

Let's get some pictures.

Next question...

Name one
of Jeffrey Dahmer's jobs.

- Chocolatier.
- Really?

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

Very impressive.

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

Oh, my God!

But I said "one" of his jobs.

What?! Are you okay?

No. She just stabbed me.

Next question!

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

Nobody.

He's retired... mostly.

Uh, Ollie, bedtime.

I don't have my pajamas.

Do you live here now?

What? No, of course not. No.

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

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

That'd be fun, right?

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

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

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

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

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

- God!
- Are you fucking crazy?

What the fuck? I was right.

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

I didn't like your tone.

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

Fuck, it's really bad.

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

How did I tie
Carly Warren's hands,

and why?

Uh, okay, that's easy.

It was an inline, double coin
Shibari bondage knot,

which was the MO
of the Rosary Killer.

Hey, what are you doing
with my phone?

Who's Tory?

She's really blowing you up.

My sister.

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

What was the name

of the Westside Ripper's
last victim?

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

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

Hold on. She knows it.

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

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

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

Your sister is very persistent.

You know, I think
you should talk to her.

And I think
you should tell her...

...everything's fine.

Ava?
Where the hell are you?

Serena's freaking out.
Are you okay?

Yeah. Sorry.
I got a little tied up.

I'm, um...

at a yoga class.

You're in a yoga class
at night?

Serena needs you
to pick up Jack.

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

I'm getting weird looks
from everyone.

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

She needs our help.

Why?
Is she that bad at yoga?

No. She said "turtle."

That's, like,
our sister code word.

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

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

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

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

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

So for now,
instead of doing something rash,

like running off to rescue her,

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

Okay.

- Yeah, you're right.
- Good.

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

Listen to me.

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

What the hell was that?

It's just
the ice machine. Come here.

All right.

You must recognize
this instrument.

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

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

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

So that just rolls
right off the tongue,

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

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

and then you came along,
kinda stole the spotlight.

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

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

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

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

Snowfall Mattresses,
the only mattress that's--

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

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

Shut the fuck up
and let me finish.

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

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

Your victim, Wendy Jenkins,
reported on crime,

and Dr. Friedman wrote a book
on serial killers,

and we did a podcast
with one, sadly,

and the Lipinski sisters...
Well, duh.

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

That's it!

All these people
profited off true crime.

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

Wow, Ava.

I'm impressed.

- Nice.
- You figured it out.

You figured out why I target

sick, twisted, pathetic people
like you,

who enjoy listening
to other people's pain.

Okay, I hate to break it to you,

but people have been telling
scary stories
around the campfire

since the start
of fucking people.

Stories make it easier to deal

with a fucked-up,
terrifying world,

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

Chloe Lake! That's her name.

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

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

That's who--

Did you know her?

She was my sister.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

I am so sorry.

No, you're not.

Yes, we are. Yes.

No. No. Everyone...

Everyone says that they are.

But nobody means it.

No. Nobody gives a shit.

I mean, her picture
was on the news,

and... there was a vigil or two.

And then...

the reporters and the podcasters
started swooping in,

and then nobody talked
about Chloe anymore.

All they talked about
was the Westside Ripper

and how she fit
into his master plan.

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

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

Sorry. What was that?

Just listen to me.

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

So forget
about the Westside Ripper.

You could change the narrative
right here, right now.

I mean,
you're already recording us.

Tell us about Chloe.

Tell the whole world
about Chloe.

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

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

Yeah.

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

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

Hold on.

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

These people
and their fucking podca-

Wait.

What did you say it was called?

Endgame Studios.

Why? What is it?

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

You know what, Tore?
You're right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only she was six years old,

so the pancakes were burnt
on the outside

and liquid on the inside.

And, uh, the syrup
she brought me,

it was actually ketchup.

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

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

...she took all the hair
out of her hairbrush,

stuck googly eyes on it...

...and named it Dennis.

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

So we decided to bring her,
and...

...that was a mistake,

a big one.

Oh, my God. What happened?

What happened next?

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

but she was wearing UGGs, and...

This is hard.

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

Yes. Yeah.

Uh, luckily, a rose bush
broke her fall.

Her arms were so scratched up.

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

the rest of the summer.

She sounds just like my sister.

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

and it... can be kinda scary.

Dad? Dad?!

Hey, Ollie.

Your dad's gonna be back soon, okay?

With my medicine?

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

He's picking it up, right?

Um...

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

It never goes away.

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

The only one who cares...

who remembers.

Matt?

You made it!

All this closure,
I almost forgot about you.

So...

it's you.

Disappointed?

No. I'm impressed.

I respect your craft.

"Endgame."

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

It took me less than that
to figure you out

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

What was your plan?

You know what?
This is crazy,

but, uh, I didn't even have one

if you can believe that.

Well, welcome to the party,
Matt.

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

Now, watch me open
my first present.

All right, what do you want?

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

I want a recorded confession
that you murdered my sister.

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

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

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

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

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

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

and info on people
who could just make you
disappear.

Oh.

I don't wanna disappear.

Okay. What do you really want?

She wants
what everyone wants.

She wants to not feel invisible.

She wants to tell Chloe's story.

Which you have. You did.
We all know.

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

Yeah.

I will do that.

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

Hey.

Oh, my--

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

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

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

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

You need a hospital.

This is not good.

The cops are coming.
What do we do?

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

Okay. Um...

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

and they're gonna take you home, okay?

But what about you?

Where are you going?

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

go home, too.

Don't worry about me. Okay?

Go ahead.

Hey, it's Ava. Just text me.

Hey, Ava.

Um...

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

when you do...

turtle.

Is she dead?

She's not dead.

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

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

You're gonna do nothing.

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

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

What are you doing
with those gloves, pal?

You know, it's funny.

A year ago,

this would've been easy.

Like Christmas come early.

I kill you both.

Plant the hatchet on her.

Make my escape.

But that's not you anymore.

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

And love. Tory.

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

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

Yeah, but, uh...

If I'm honest with myself,

I am just so tired.

I am tired of lying.

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

I mean, it's no fun anymore.

It's time.

It's time to hand myself in.

Go ahead, Nathan. Take it.

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

I'm gonna tell them
about the murders.

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

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

You're gonna be free.

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

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

With my head held high.

You ready?

Yeah.

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

Move! Let's move!

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

Go! Go! Go!

Clear!

Clear.

Clear.

Fuck, that's a lot of blood.

Multiple fatalities.

Empty. Nobody's here.

Nathan Bartlett,
you are under arrest for murder.

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

Matt, tell 'em that--

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

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

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

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

Do you understand the rights
as I have read them?

You don't mind if I store
some incriminating evidence

in your private storage locker, right?

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

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

What are you gonna do,
turn me in?

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

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

We're gonna fight this, okay?

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

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

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

Are you feeling any better?

I hope so.

'Cause we got a lot
to talk about.