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My dad usually reads me a story.

We're going through
all the books.

He started making ones
up about Mark Skywalker.

I even have a lightsaber!

Okay. Here, here. Come lie down.

Okay, so, unfortunately for you,

I don't know anything
about lightsabers.

It's a laser sword.

I always use it
against the skin eater.

The skin eater?

Don't ask.
-He lives in my closet.

We have to make sure
that the door is closed,

and my dad puts a
chair under the knob.

Or else he'll get out.

Dad's just treating
you like a baby.

-I'm a Jedi.
-Okay, look,

I know it's hard when
your parents are out,

but I'd never let anything
happen to you, okay?

Yep. Nothing in here, kiddo.
-Not until it's dark.

Well, let's lock him in, then.

And your little friend
here will stand guard.

Oh, jeez.

You know, when I
was ever scared,

my big sister always
came into my bed.

How about it, Marina?
-What? But it's so early.

I bet allowance
time is coming up.

I could maybe put
in a good word.

-Move over, you little turd.
-What you say is what you are.

Good one.

Sleep tight, kiddo.
Uh, light on or off?

Off. I like to keep the lamp on.

-Okay.
-You're such a baby.

-No, you are.
-Nice one. Mark.

You are the baby.

♪ Your love is
like a tidal wave ♪

♪ Spinning over my head ♪

♪ Drownin' me in your promises ♪

♪ Better left unsaid ♪

♪ You're the right
kind of sinner ♪

♪ To release my inner fantasy ♪

♪ The invincible winner ♪

♪ And you know that
you were born to be ♪

♪You're a heart breaker ♪

♪ Dream maker, love taker ♪

♪ Don't you mess
around with me ♪

♪You're a heart breaker ♪

♪ Dream maker, love taker ♪

♪ Don't you mess
around, no, no, no ♪

♪ You're the right
kind of sinner ♪

♪ To release my inner fantasy ♪

♪ The invincible winner ♪

♪ And you know that
you were born to be ♪

♪ You're a heart breaker ♪

♪ Dream maker... ♪

Oh, God.

Mark, you little shit.

Cute play. You almost had me.

Jeez! Want me to pee my pants?

Nice work with the note.
Chad's gone-zo, you know.

He wouldn't break and
enter to win me back.

"Your pretty"?
That's bad grammar.

It should be a
contraction. "You are."

Yeah, well, Chad was
never that smart.

Okay, it's bedtime.
-Em, it's only 10:00.

And?

You almost had me with the note.

Come on, Mark.

Mr. Grey?

Mrs. Grey?

Shit, girl.

Quit playing, Marina.

-Smile!
-Jesus Christ.

You're on "Candid Camera."

Holy shit. Dee.

You're back in town.
-Yeah, just for the weekend.

Well, I wish you called.

Would have laid out
the red carpet for you.

Knock it off, asshole.
He's too young for you.

How are you, Dee? Frat
boys treating you well?

Better than the
douche bags here.

So, are you still paying
high school skanks

to pretend you're
not a benchwarmer?

-Oh, right. Yeah, yeah.
-Benchwarmer.

Chad, screw off. Go grab
a footer or something.

Camera out of my face.

Eat shit, Willis!

Dee.

Willis.

S-Stupid...

Are we good?

Yeah.

We're good.

This guy is out of batteries.

Can you just, uh, give me
battery from over there?

Bottom shelf, please.

Now, a little bit
further... further over.

Uh, further over. Yeah, a
little bit more further.

Yeah. That's great.
That is perfect.

Mm.

Little Deena.
-Hey, doc.

You finally decided on a major?

-Criminology.
-Ooh.

I'm just here to pick up
my dad's ACE inhibitors.

He said he called.

How is he?

He said these were
making him nauseous.

He ain't still taking him with
his morning coffee, is he?

I told him they don't
agree with the tannins.

Jesus Christ.

Oh! Hey.

Come on in! Come in.

Regale me, Dee. College
like the movies?

-Uh, it's lonely.
-I mean, it's early.

Maybe Prince Charming is sitting
in English Lit right behind you.

Oh, bitter. You want some sugar?

I mean, uh, there are... there
are cute boys. I just, uh...

My head just hasn't really
been in the game lately.

Two of us together
there, we'd be legends.

Yeah. You should enroll.

I wish.

My dad insists I
work at the firm.

Plus, I totally tanked the SATs.

You remember how drunk
I got the night before?

You want anything?
There's muffins.

No. I'm good.

How are your parents?

I, uh, haven't been home yet.

Kind of avoiding it.
-No shit.

Well, I'm so glad you're back.

Okay? This weekend's ours.

I was thinking a redux.

Booze it up at Polly's, find
the horniest guys we can,

and leave them blue balled.

I love that. Are
you free tonight?

Oh, shit. Any night but tonight.

Damn it, I... I've
got this weeknight gig

babysitting for the
sheriff's little turd.

I thought I told you about it.

Ever since his wife, you know...

Jesus. Yeah.

I must confess, there
is an ulterior motive.

There's an empty spot
in the sheriff's bed

just... waiting to be filled.

Oh, my God, you're terrible.

Whatever, dude.
Just think about it.

I mean, Mrs. Haddie
Arnold.

You could be my maid of honor.

I'm really glad you're back.

T...

"Traps."

Why are we here, chief?

Place gives me the creeps.

Probably sit empty here till
the mayor has it bulldozed.

No one will ever buy it.
That place is cursed.

You know, I heard
she's in therapy.

It's sad...

What's that?

Press it.

Son of a bitch.

There it is.

Found that on my
doorstep this morning.

Somebody mailed this to you?

Well, I doubt the
post handled it.

The box wasn't dented.

Deena?

Yeah. I'm back, Mom.

You look so good.

Your father's awake if
you want to see him.

He's in the den.

-Great.
-Do you want some lunch?

I can scrounge
something up for you.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

Okay.

Hey, Dad, I, uh, have
your... medication.

So, um, school is going well.

I even have an A in chemistry.

I'm doing a project right now
on gelatinous nitrocellulose,

like... explosive chemicals.

Poof.

He is proud of you.

I know.

We are so happy
that you're home.

It's been so...

...empty here.

Oh. Haddie called.
-She did?

She wants you to call her back.

-She said it's an emergency.
-Okay.

That was so good
to hear her voice.

Like old times.

Okay, I'll be right back.

So, someone just drops off

the Greys' garage door
remote to your house?

Doesn't make any sense.

All I know is the point of entry

for the Emily Golding
murder was the garage.

Paul Grey said that
remote was missing

when he got home that night.

So he just returns
it to your house?

-Chief!
-Case has been cold, Butch.

Anyone who does that to
a little girl ain't happy

unless someone's
noticing his madness.

Hi.
-Alright.

This showed up on my porch
this morning addressed to you.

-This was at your house?
-Yeah. Strange, right?

But Ollie at the post
is losing his mind.

Thanks, Dottie.

Mhm.

Yeah. Thanks, Dottie.

"Night of the Reaper."

Oh, Jesus.

Hello?

Is this...

Jesus. I hate horror movies.

Why would someone send you this?

-That's Connor Davis.
-What?

Lenny and Irene
Hollister found his body

by a creek, what, two years ago.

-I remember.
-It was ruled an accident

after an autopsy revealed
he was impaired...

booze, weed.
-Right.

He was a good kid.
He knew these woods.

I didn't buy it, Butch.
Not for a second.

But the staties closed the case.

Wait a second, are you
saying this is real?

That's a video of the
murder of Connor Davis.

-Hello?
-Howdy. What's up?

I got the SOS.
-Jesus Christ.

The moment you left my place,

I got the sort of
shits I hadn't had

since I swallowed
that hot tub water

at Jimmy's place junior year.

Uh, you just had to
share that with me?

I know you just got back,

but I got a big favor
here, Dee, like mondo.

If you could watch the
sheriff's kid tonight,

I swear to God, I'd make
it worth your while.

I don't know, um...

I kind of told my parents that I
would stay in with them tonight.

Dee, I need your help.

I mean, would the sheriff
even be okay with that?

What's the alternative?

Everyone else I know is a moron.
-Yeah.

Well, if I bail, he'd
have to find someone else,

someone better, and
I need this job.

Dee, come on. Don't
leave me hanging.

Yeah, yeah. Of course.
What do I have to do?

You don't really
think that this is...

I don't know what
to think, Butch.

First that damn garage
door opener, then the tape?

Insane packages.
-Hm.

Someone's trying to
tell me something.

What's this?

-Sheriff.
-Liz.

-Butch.
-Hey, Liz.

-Christ. That a dog?
-Yeah.

Strays coming down from
the McLune farm, I think.

It's fourth or fifth
one this month.

No collar though, so no owner.

-Mm. Need a hand?
-No.

I got a little plot up at
the lookout for roadkill.

Ain't that a sign?

-What's that, Sheriff?
-Oh, nothing.

Just...

Do you remember that
Connor Davis kid?

Yeah. The kid that fell down by
the creek a couple of years ago?

Yeah.

So, what's the sign?

Oh, just the dog...

You know, never mind.

It's been a day, Liz.
-Yeah.

Um, I was thinking that maybe we
need some speed traps up here.

People are getting
too comfortable.

We're seeing too many of these.

I don't like making those calls.
-That's a good idea.

-Yeah. Okay.
-Yeah. Alright.

I'm sorry about the pup.

Thanks, Sheriff.

Um, hey, listen...

if something new's come up
in the Connor Davis case,

let me know, 'cause the
state will want their say.

His poor mother, she was looking
to get the park shut down.

-You know we will.
-Alright. Thanks.

Have a good day.

We'll see you.

This it?

This is it.

Okay. What are you thinking?

Well...

just a hunch.

Tent was here.

Camera's over there.

They found his body over there.

Claimed he fell while
he was taking a piss.

You didn't buy it?

I had my suspicions.

Shit.

Aw, shit.

That's the same writing.
-Yeah.

That's Emily Golding.

That's it?
-Just rewind it a little bit.

Okay.

If this asshole recorded
Connor Davis's murder,

he's showing us
this for a reason.

There's a clue somewhere.

Right there.

The van.

I know that ride.

Chad Bolton doesn't
live on that street.

Hey, Max. Sorry that
you're stuck with me.

I know Haddie said
you two are best buds.

She doesn't like the spiders.

Is she okay?

Yeah. Yeah, she
just caught a bug.

She doesn't like bugs either.

No, she does not.

She is pooping up
a storm, though.

She always farts here
and blames the dog.

She does?

We don't even have a dog.

Nice.

So, what are you playing?

"Centipede."

-Any good?
-It's great.

He's pissed, chief, complaining
about his Constitutional rights.

I didn't know he knew that word.

That his camera?

Yeah, we found it on him.

Good.

You know, he was a minor
when this happened.

You really think he
could have done it?

It's never who you think it is.

This ain't right, you... you
hauling me in here like this.

For what? Huh?

You know what these are?

You like filming
people, don't you?

Sure.

It's fun when you're
bored, shoving this shit

in your friends'
faces or whatever.

What about the folk who don't
know you're filming them?

I ain't no peeping Tom.

You're in trouble, son.

What do you think
people are gonna say

when they find out
you make snuff films?

Snuff films?

What the hell are
you talking about?

Is this your latest movie, Chad?

Make a trilogy out of that one?

I don't know
what you're on about,

but I know that
you can't do this.

Okay... Okay, not without
giving me my lawyer,

'cause I have my... my...

What the hell are they called?

The...

Ah. My Miranda rights, huh?

But you're not
under arrest, Chad.

We're just asking you questions.

Ain't we, Butch?
-That's right, chief.

You accusing me of something?

Oh.

Okay, Chad. Okay.

You want us to accuse
you of something,

I can make that work.

I think... you're an accessory.

An accessory?

An accessory to the
murder of Emily Golding.

So, are you just gonna
play this all night,

or are you gonna show me
this big house of yours?

-My house?
-Yeah.

When I was a kid, my sister and
I would play real estate agents.

It was fun.

And a house tour might
be nice, you know?

Show me Casa de Arnold.
-Castle what?

Nothing.

Come on.

We have all night
to hunker down.

Let's go.

Okay, here's the deal.

You take me on a tour, and I
will sneak you some sweets,

our secret.

Mm-hmm. That's what I thought.

Whoa! Okay.

That's where the treats are.

Oh, man. You were not kidding.

You promised. My choice.

Once we're done with the tour.

Deal's a deal, kid.

-Come on. This way.
-Okay.

Hurry up.

-What's this?
-Uh, that's the basement.

We don't go down there anymore.

Wow.

You got a lot of stuff.

I don't like being down here.
Can we just go upstairs?

Yeah. Coming.

Come on, Deena.
Let's go upstairs.

I want to show you my room!

Yeah.

My room's the best, Deena.

Oh, yeah? I can't
wait to see it.

Oh, wow. Check out that view.

It's pretty out there.

I don't like it. There
are so many hiding spots.

Hate that.

That's Dad's office.
He's got guns in there.

-What about that room?
-That's Dad's room.

Come on. My room's right
here. It's so cool, Deena.

Wow. She's really beautiful.

She was in a car crash.

Yeah.

How are you holding up?
-I miss her singing.

She had a nice voice?

No, it made me and Daddy laugh.

He says it was like a cat.

He cries now sometimes. So do I.

You know...

Haddie said that you were
the toughest boy she knows,

and she dated the
quarterback in high school.

Come on. Let's go see the
coolest room in the house.

These are me and my dad's.

-Hello, Deena.
-Very cool.

My dad's gonna buy me a
poster of George Brett.

Hey, you know, he was this close

to hitting 400 a
couple years ago.

Would have been the
first since Ted Williams.

You like baseball?

I like stats.

-Stats?
-Yeah.

You know, like numbers,
hits and at-bats.

Baseball's actually
kind of nerdy.

-No, it isn't!
-Nerdy in, like, a cool way.

I'm gonna dedicate my
first home run to my mom.

Come on, kid. I owe
you some sweets.

Alright.

God, I hate these things.
-Kid is right, chief.

We... We can't
just keep him here.

We definitely can't be
taking his camera like this.

None of this is a
coincidence, Butch.

And whoever is
sending us this shit

wants us to know it's
not a coincidence.

Being led on a scavenger hunt.

The tapes don't even match
up. Isn't that exonerating?

Don't give him any excuses
until he's earned 'em.

Really? We're not gonna do this.

Okay, seriously.
-Come on, Willis,

show us them pearly
whites, baby.

-Come on.
-They're just beautiful.

-Is this what you want?
-Yes! Yes.

Very good. Oh, shit.
We've got a bogey.

Alright, let's roll.

Smile! You're on
"Candid Camera."

Holy shit. Dee.

This is nothing.
This is nothing.

Are you...

going number two?!

Colder.

Okay, kid. You're too
good. Give me a hint.

-No!
-Ugh!

Are you downstairs?

Getting warmer.

Okay.

Are you... in the kitchen?

Colder.

Hey, Max.

Are you outside?

No. You said we
had to stay inside.

Hello. Arnold residence.

Hey, Deena.
-Hey, Sheriff.

I'm just calling to
check in on Maxie.

It's, uh...

It's been a night.
-Yeah.

You know, actually, I...

I don't know where he is.

Yeah, I have been looking
everywhere for him,

and I just can't
seem to find him!

He's hiding
behind the TV.

How about you?

How are you holding up?

Yeah, things are...
Things are okay.

Well, it's great
you're back, Deena

I really appreciate you
helping out tonight.

I know it can't be easy.

Anyway, uh, I'll check
in a little later.

Okay. Yeah. Bye, Sheriff.

Bye, Deena.

Are you... in the dining room?

This is bullshit, Rod.

You don't have a warrant.

N-Not for my camera.

We have evidence in the
other room for the murders

of Connor Davis
and Emily Golding.

"Night of the Reaper," huh?

Kind of catchy.

We have your van at the scene.

Two snuff tapes, two
dead kids. Come on, Chad.

If you know something,
do the right thing here.

You're looking at spending
the rest of your life

behind bars, son.

Nothing?

If I am under arrest,
give me my phone call...

'cause I ain't done nothing...

and I'll sue you.

I'll sue all of you.

Huh?

I saw that you weren't
the only one in the van.

Your buddy Willis was with you.

Maybe he was the one
wearing the mask.

Maybe you were
just the cameraman.

Think he might be
getting a little antsy.

Maybe we ought to bring
him in. What do you say?

Willis didn't do shit.

Okay.

Let's find out.

Hey, what the hell was that?

Put out an APB for the
arrest of Willis Hanover.

I don't like this, chief.
The evidence isn't there.

Butch, the evidence was mailed

to my goddamn doorstep.
-You can't put out an APB

without probable cause.
-Probable cause?

Jesus Christ, Butch, we're
dealing with dead kids here!

Chief, this isn't protocol.

I got the staties up my
ass about the possibility

of reopening the Conner
Davis thing, and now this?

No.

You look exhausted.

Why don't you take the night?

You go home, you be with Maxie.

I got this.

Fine.

Thank you.

I'll do it myself.

Chief.

Chief!

Okay.

Hey, so why these old movies?

You know that they invented
color TV now, right?

They're my mom's favorite.

We watched them all the time.

Nora, it's me, Lance.

You know, you are just about
the most perfect boy ever made.

-Are you okay?
-Hey.

How about...

another round of
hide and seek, hm?

I just have to get
the blood moving.

I'm pretty tired.

Well... you did have the
mother load of sugar,

so you're probably
in a diabetic coma.

Those are big words.

Okay, hide and seek
another time, then.

Does that mean
you're coming back?

Do you want me to?

Yeah. You're fun.

Haddie just phones boys
when we watch movies.

Well, you are the only boy
I want to hang out with.

Chief,

we can't hold Chad no more.

He wants to call his parents.

Chief, you copy?

Chief, you...

Sleep tight, kiddo.

Hello?

Here, boy.

Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

You poor thing.

Hello?

I have your dog.

-Animal control.
-Hi.

Um, I'm actually babysitting
at the sheriff's house,

and I found a dead dog.

Okay. Is there a tag on it?

No. No, there was no
collar or anything.

It's probably just a stray.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess.

If it's stray, the
best thing would be

if somebody take
the poor thing away.

Hmm, okay.

I just... I don't want
the kid to see the body.

Well, we can, uh, we can get
somebody out in the morning.

Okay, yeah. Thanks
for your time.

Max?

-Hello.
-Haddie, it's me.

I-I just needed to
hear a familiar voice.

How's it going?

It was fine when Max was awake,

but now it's freaking me out.

Yeah, that place can
give me the creeps.

Thanks again, Dee.

If I lose this gig, my dad
will be on me to be an adult.

I can't have that.

Max is really awesome, though.

What he's had to go through.

Kid is Superman.

Yeah, he really is.

Um, hold on.

I-I think he's awake.

Max?

Hey, has he ever tried to
scare the shit out of you?

Mm, right now I don't need
help getting the shit out.

-Jesus.
-Sorry.

Hey, can I call you back?

Somebody's at the door.
-No, no.

Keep me on the line, please.
I don't want to be alone.

I'll call you right
back, I promise.

Kiddo?

Are you messing with me?

Hey!

Shit.

Willis Hanover, you
are under arrest

for the murder of Emily Golding.

Come on, come on, come on.
Pick up, pick up, pick up.

You've reached Haddie.
Leave a message or whatever.

Hey, it's me again.

There's some creepy
shit happening,

and I am officially
freaking out, okay?

Pick up, please.

Haddie, I know you're there.

Come on.

Shit.

Okay, if this is something

you and Haddie planned, my God,

you will both regret it.

Sheriff, are you here?

You know, maybe we go to,
like, a drive-in scary movie.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

Butch.

Yeah?

Put him in holding.

Yeah. Okay, Chief.

Told you that I didn't do shit.

Willis?

Holy shit! Willis!

What did you do?
What did you do?

Sheriff.

Sheriff, Sheriff.
Chief, open the door.

We had to release Chad.

Put Petrowski on his tail...

Sheriff. Rod, open the door.

Come on.

Help.

What are you doing?

Stop! Stop it!

What are you doing?

Help me!

Help!

Someone help!

No!

911. What is your emergency?

You just got to
tell us the truth.

Then you go home,
get you out of here.

-Get out, Butch!
-Chief.

Chief...
-Get out.

It was my wife.

You had footage of my wife!

I was only supposed
to give it to you.

By who?

By who, damn it?!

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

I thought it was a patch of ice.

I thought it was a patch of ice.

Who gave it to you?!

Who?!

Sheriff...

Chief, we got an emergency.

Hi. I have an emergency.

I'm at Sheriff Rod
Arnold's house,

and there has been a break in.

I have this boy, and I'm afraid
that somebody is in the house.

Please, you have to hurry.

I think
he's gonna kill us.

I can hear them. They're coming.

Please. Please help us.

Please, please, please, please.

I'm so scared. Please,
I don't know what to do.

We're not safe here. Please.

We need someone to help
us. Please send somebody.

They're coming.
Please. Please help us.

Please, please, please,
please. I'm so scared.

Please. I don't know what to do.

We're not safe here. Please.

We need someone to help us.
-I see it.

I don't know what to
do. We're not safe here.

Please. We need someone to...

Chief, there is no bomb.

-Who made the call?
-The call was anonymous.

Could have been
a practical joke.

Hey, yes, yes, I'm...

Please, you have to hurry.

I think
he's gonna kill us.

I know who you are.

I know what you've done.

And I know what you were
planning to do tonight.

You'll have to forgive
me for drugging you.

I needed time to prepare.

When I was searching your place,

look what I found
behind your fridge.

It's like some sort
of little stash.

Is this all your work?

"Haddie McAllister babysits
the sheriff's kid."

She has a crush on him.

She wants to replace
his dead wife,

but she knows she
can't have him.

"So she kills the little
boy and then herself."

The only problem
is I'm not Haddie.

I bet you never saw this
twist coming, did you...

Elizabeth?

I've been preparing
for this a long time.

I made sure Haddie was
never making it out

to babysit tonight.

And Max. Sweet little Max.

I made sure to get him as far
away from here as possible.

Sleep tight, kiddo.

I didn't want him to see what
was going to happen next.

Hey.

Hold your horses!

I know your tricks...

The dead dog distraction,
things where they shouldn't be.

I did everything to
pretend I was the victim

in your next little
horror movie.

When in reality, you're
the victim in mine.

And I've made damn
sure that no one

will be close by to help you.

911. What is your emergency?

I found a suspicious
bag in the back room

of the One Stop.

I think there's a bomb in it.

Oh, my God! You have
to hurry. Please.

So, Elizabeth, do you
want to play a game?

Hello, Elizabeth.

We're all waiting for you.

Come on, Chief.

Chief, are you there?

-Yeah, I'm here.
-Saw some surveillance.

The place had an eye
in the back hallway.

I found out who left
the bag in there.

Who was it?

Who are you?

You know who I am.

But do you know where I am?

I could be anywhere.

Hiding in the dark,

waiting for the perfect
time to jump out.

But then you feel
me watching you,

waiting to see your next move.

No, not in there.

It's scary, isn't it?

Feeling like you're
being hunted?

I bet this makes
you feel powerful.

Probably not what you feel when
you're cleaning up roadkill.

You don't know
anything about me.

I know everything.

Why don't you give
me a little hint?

Okay. You're cold.

Getting warmer.

Warmer.

Colder.

Warmer.

Tick tock.

You've been busy.

Shit.

Where are you?

Right here.

You murdered my sister.

You destroyed my family.

I want her name to be
the last thing you hear.

Emily fucking Golding.

What's so funny?

It's about time.

Where have you been?

Are you hurt?

This wasn't us.

Tie her up.

Come on.

Hey, you've reached the Arnolds.

We're not available...

Rod, are you okay?

Do we have any
available officers?

Entire shift was dispatched
on the bomb scare.

Rod. Rod, what's wrong?!

Jesus, it's a geyser.

How did this happen?
-She got some whiskey

over there and a towel.

Just disinfect it, and then
put a tourniquet on it.

Alright?
-I'm not a doctor, Lizzie.

Whiskey, clothes.

Hmm?

Son of a bitch.

You've been naughty.

You made a mistake.

I saw you at my
sister's funeral.

You watched us say goodbye,

and I followed you.

What kind
of hunter doesn't know

she's being hunted?

We've got to go.

The cops have everything.
-I want to here her.

She's cunning. I like
it when they're cunning.

Oh, okay.

Let's do it.

Hey, Chad, you
remember how your daddy

used to give you black eyes?

You're just replacing
him with her.

Fuck off!

Lizzie is an artist,

and you're just jealous
because we made Emily a star.

'Cause all folks ever talk
about is your dead sister,

and now you're trying
to ruin everything

like a selfish bitch.

Why her?

Why, Emily?

-Why not?
-This is bad.

This is really
bad. We have to go.

He's sent a cop over
to my house, and I...

I slit his throat
before coming over here.

Police are gonna be all over
town once they find his body.

Hey, hey, listen to me.

We've gone unnoticed
all this time, okay?

Alright, we got this.
Pull yourself together.

-Okay.
-Alright? It's gonna be okay.

-Okay.
-We got this.

-Okay.
-I noticed you.

They will to.

You ever think maybe I'd
let you take those tapes?

You didn't.

We're just a couple of
artists in competition,

you and I, aren't we?

I'm more of a surgeon.

Dee, you copy?

-What is that?
-Dee, you there?

You still think you're
in control here?

Dee, do you copy?

Is that Willis? You looped
him in all this, huh?

What'd he say to
the sheriff, Dee?

The little rat.

We have to get him here,
tie up any loose ends,

and then we can disappear.

Just you and me.

Yeah.

Dee, do you copy?

I can't believe you
got him into this.

The fuck does he want?

What did you do?

You know what I think?

I think the police
don't know anything,

and I think you
thought you could do

this all on your own.

I like the reaction.

Fear does unpredictable things,

and your little sister
was so full of it.

Wasn't she?

You never think
it's gonna be you.

You know that it's real?

All those noises you hear?

That gut instinct that
something is watching you?

You never think you're in
the shit until it's too late.

Is that how you
felt when I got you?

This is much more poetic

than the first time.

Big sister, little sister.

Big sister out for revenge.

She's gone so far as to
draw me into her little web.

Babysitting just like the
little sister she buried.

No one gives a shit about Emily.

That's why I do this.

That's why I record it

because everyone just forgets.

This is your sister's
final memory.

You should be thankful
that I recorded it for you.

Are you ready for your close up?

Big sis, little sis.

Big sis thought she won,

but she didn't fight... back!

Emily died so slowly.

You will, too.

I'm gonna time it
so that you take

your last breaths together.

It won't be long now.

She could only take so much.

You forgot one thing.

Did I?

You didn't just kill Emily.

Where's Max?

-Max! Max!
-No, no, no, stop.

Mattie is safe, stop.
-Deena, where the hell

is my son?!
-He's safe, he's safe!

Don't let her go.
You can't let her go!

Liz? Rod, please help me.

Look what she did to me.

-Liz.
-She tried to kill me.

-No.
-Just like she killed

her little sister.
-Please, please.

She filmed it all.

And she killed Connor Davis.

She told me, she
bragged about it.

She's lying to you.
Please, please.

You have to believe me.
You have to believe me.

And so I... I tied her up.

I tied her up so that
I could wait for you

so that I could show
you what she did.

You were at my wedding.

And at Emily's funeral.

I wasn't gonna let
Emily die in vain.

You sent me those packages.

I had to.

You deserved to know.

You deserved to be here.

Let's get
you out of here.

Come on.

Right here.

Okay, okay, okay.

She captured Emily and
Abby's final moments.

I wanted you to be
here to capture hers.

I'm gonna call this in.

No, no.

She doesn't deserve
our lives, too.

Please.

She'll be reported missing.

In a few days, there'll
be an investigation.

We'll start at her house.

We'll find what
we need to uncover

every one of her secrets.

-Shit.
-Christ.

Call it in.

Hey, this is Deputy Cassidy.

Uh, we got a dead body out here
at Elizabeth Talbot's old place.

We're going to need somebody
out here to handle this mess.

Hey. Give me a hand here.

-Christ.
-People will tell stories

they saw her out in
the woods in the dark.

-It's over here.
-But they will never find her.

She'll be their boogeyman.

And maybe she always was.

It's not fair what
she took from us.

No.

No, it isn't.

We gather here today
in profound sadness.

Our hearts heavy with grief

as we say farewell
to Emily Golding.

This darkness will be our
burden and our burden alone.

And everything
we've done tonight,

everything we've learned,
will carry it together.

It'll be our secret.

You discovered a monster, Deena.

And we slayed it.

All of this is for Abby.

And for Emily.

The Reaper plays]"

♪ All our times have come ♪

♪ Here, but now they're gone ♪

♪ Seasons don't
fear the Reaper ♪

♪ Nor do the wind,
the sun, or the rain ♪

-♪ We can be like they
are -♪ Come on, baby ♪

-♪ Don't fear the Reaper
-♪ Baby, take my hand ♪

-♪ Don't fear the Reaper
-♪ We'll be able to fly ♪

♪ Don't fear the Reaper ♪

♪ Baby, I'm your man ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Love of two is one ♪

♪ Here, but now they're gone ♪

♪ Came the last
night of sadness ♪

♪ And it was clear
she couldn't go on ♪

♪ The door was open
and the wind appeared ♪

♪ The candles blew
and then disappeared ♪

♪ The curtains flew
and then he appeared ♪

-♪ Saying, "don't be
afraid" -♪ Come on, baby ♪

-♪ And she had no fear
-♪ And she ran to him ♪

♪ Then they started to fly ♪

♪ They looked backward
and said goodbye ♪

♪ She had become like they are ♪

♪ She had taken his hand ♪

♪ She had become like they are ♪

-♪ Come on, baby -♪
Don't fear the Reaper ♪