All language subtitles for Scream.S02E13

Previously on Scream...

Everyone who comes around
you dies, and your friends

should be scared too
because they're all gonna die.

There is a new killer out there,

and all of that
is happening again.

What exactly do you think
is happening?

Piper's accomplice
is finishing her job.

No!

I think Brandon James is back,
and he wants revenge.

I am not gonna play
your games anymore!

I'm in your head, Emma.

You can't trust anyone...
not even yourself.

Maybe you weren't ready
to come back yet.

Whoever did this,
it may be a game to them,

but to us it's life or death.

In times like this,

you have to be careful
with who you trust.

We've all got bull's-eyes
on our backs, unless...

Somebody tries to stop them.

That's the job
for the final girl.

Oh, my God.
It's you.

Surprise.

Shoot him, Emma!
He deserves it!

- Do it!
- Not today.

You lost at your own sick game.

Hello, Kieran.

Who told you you could
wear my mask?

Coming through, guys.

Watch out.
Watch out.

Coming through.

All rise.

I am struck by
the sheer inhumanity

of what one human being
is capable of inflicting

upon not just one,

but over a dozen
other human beings.

Accordingly, you are sentenced

to the maximum
penalty allowed by law:

ten life terms to be
served consecutively.

He looks more like a movie
star than a murderer.

What'd he do, kill 'em
with his good looks?

A knife, actually, and a scythe.

Hell, I even heard
he used a corkscrew.

Slaughtered his friends
and his family

with whatever he
put his hands on...

until his girlfriend

showed him who was boss.

Look, transport said they, uh...

they wanted to wait out
that media circus out there,

so I'ma go check it...
see if it died down.

Your girlfriend!

- Hey, I got to use the can.
- Nope.

- What am I supposed to do?
- Figure it out.

It's crazy out here.

We got a clear path
out the gate?

Nope.
We'll be here for a while.

Copy that.

Jesus!

All right, you kept your word.

So you gonna tell me
who you are?

What are your plans
this weekend?

I don't know yet.

You know, it's not easy
for me either, Halloween.

I get it.
A lot of bad memories.

Why don't we drive up to
Rutgers College this weekend?

You can tour the campus.

I hear they have
an excellent pre-med program.

Mom, can we talk about this
later, please?

You've been saying
that for months.

This is your senior year.

It's time for you to make some
big decisions about your future.

I know you've
been through a lot,

and everything's changed.

You've changed.

Honey, college could be
a really great place

to help you figure things out.

Mom, I don't even know if
I want to go to college anymore.

I don't think you
really mean that.

- Hi.
- Hey, Em.

How are you, um...
how are you doing?

I came as soon as I heard.

Wait, heard what?

Somebody killed Kieran
in the courthouse.

It's all over the news.

Do they know who did it?

That's what they're
trying to figure out.

Apparently a guard
was murdered too.

How did he die?

His throat was slit

in the courthouse holding cell,

and it was... it sounded
pretty gruesome.

Wow. He got off easy.

Four months in,

and I'm already
taking pre-orders

on the third printing.

You guys are officially
best-selling authors,

and you officially owe me
a second book.

Maybe someone queued
that up for us.

Uh, book two...
Kieran Wilcox's murder.

Pass.

Fans dig Kieran the killer,

not Kieran the victim.

Got it. Okay.

Um, well, we've actually
been circling

around a lot of really good...

Cut the BS.
No, you got nothing.

Stavo told me.

I'm sorry, man.

Your writer's block
is killing me.

My writer's block is
my own sleepless hell.

It's private.

Not when it can tank my label.

I've invested everything
I have into our deal.

Why in the world
would you do that?

Because you are one

of the best writers
I've ever worked with.

Noah, I can't wait
to see what you do

with the legend of Anna Hobbs.

The Anna Hobbs story? No.

That is hokey, campfire fodder,
barely based on facts.

I'm sorry, no. Pass.

- Are... are you kidding me?
- Noah...

Noah, hey, where you going?

Come on.
Let me break it down for you.

The facts are awesome.

Anna's parents worked
as caretakers

on Shallow Grove Island
back in the 1930s,

and they're working
for some wealthy,

rum-running family
called the Whittens.

Halloween night,
she goes bat-shit crazy,

strips completely naked,
kills her parents,

and then slaughters
the Whittens in their sleep.

You're researching already?

I don't have college next year.

This is it for me.
Listen, this story's got sex.

It's got blood,
and it's based on true events.

The forums on my label's website
are blowing up

right now over the cops
finding new evidence.

Readers are dying
for this story to be told.

I don't know.

Why did Anna Hobbs snap?

It's not even scary

unless we know the method
behind her madness.

Look, Jeremy and I agree.

This is what we're going with.

We're gonna find out the truth
for ourselves, on her island,

and I'm footing the bill.

Congrats, gentlemen.

We're about to take
our first trip together

as business partners.

♪

Stop. No, please.

I can't deal.
I'm just trying to get inside.

Any comment on Kieran
Wilcox's murder?

Brooke, how do you feel about

your father's murderer
getting butchered?

- Hey, back off.
- What is wrong with you?

Did you have anything
to do with the murders?

Did you want Kieran dead?

Just another day in Murderville.

Eight months of quiet,
and now this.

I mean, if Halloween wasn't
bad enough around here already,

Kieran had to go
and get himself murdered.

Guys, I don't care
about Kieran alive or dead.

It's this... it's the press.
It's Halloween.

I really want out of Lakewood.

Uh, funny you should
mention that.

Our editor Jeremy is dragging us

to Shallow Grove Island
for research,

which I'm sure is gonna be
a colossal waste of time.

Or inspiring.

He's renting us a mansion,
paying for all of our expenses,

plus it's the off-season,

so we'll basically
have the island to ourselves.

Do I have any takers?

Yes. Yes, I am so down.

That's one. Audrey?

- Yeah?
- You and Gina want to come too?

Definitely.

I mean, I'll ask her
after school, but yeah, I'm in.

- Perfect.
- Nice.

Gina.

Hey.

Question.

What are you doing this weekend?

Answer: working the all-night
Horror-thon with you.

An early copy of "Ouija:
Origin of Evil" just arrived.

Private screening tonight?

Definitely.
New development, though.

Noah and Stavo are geeking
out on an island

to do some research
this weekend.

They invited all of us
to come along.

Who's all of us?

Brooke, Emma, myself,
and you, if you're interested.

Find someone to cover
our shifts?

That sounds really fun,

but I'm the only manager
at the Zenith this weekend.

I have to work the Horror-thon,

and I really need the money.

But I can find someone
to cover your shift.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'll stay, okay?

And we'll sit in the back

and watch crappy horror flicks
all weekend like we planned.

You should go, especially
after all this Kieran news.

You and your friends
probably need some time away.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Have a good time.

I got to get back to work.

♪ Come and sit it's fine ♪

♪ My heart's got
an open season ♪

♪ Failed the test this time

♪ Don't speak if there's
no reason ♪

- Whoa, is that our mansion?
- Nope.

That's the Whitten mansion,

where Anna Hobbs
committed her heinous murders.

I'm sorry, heinous murders?

Yeah, that's why we're here.

What? Noah and Stavo
didn't tell you guys?

That we're sharing the island
with a murder house?

No, they did not.
Every town has one.

Lakewood has, like, ten.

You mean 11.

And that's exactly why
we didn't want to be in

Lakewood on Halloween.

Prepare for landing.

Welcome to Murder Island, folks.

- Thank you, Noah.
- You're welcome.

Hey, just so you know, I didn't
really want to come here either.

Well, you know, ten fewer
murder houses in Lakewood.

What could go wrong?

I thought you said
this was gonna be a mansion.

I know my mansions; this is
really more of a bungalow.

Well, the rental agency
called it a mansion, so...

- This is really cool.
- Smells like damp sheets.

At least we're not next door
to the murder house.

True.

Does anybody still live there,
by the way?

Some heir named Alex Whitten.

He lives completely off
the grid, which is cool,

but it doesn't help
with our research.

Come on, Stavo.
Let's go find your bedroom.

All right, team.
There's one there, one upstairs.

I'm gonna take the master.

Upstairs? Yeah?

Have fun.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So you're never gonna guess what
I found in our rental house.

Please say it's a vintage
collection of Betamax movies.

How about a collection
of crystal animal figurines?

One of them is a...
Unicorn?

Tell me it's a unicorn.
Mmhmm.

Just like the one Margo Kidder

gets stabbed
with in "Black Christmas."

No way.
Swipe it for me?

Hey, uh, what's that noise?

It sounds like
you're at a party.

I'm definitely not at a party.

Hey, can I call you back later?

Yeah, sure.
Um, I miss you.

Me too. Bye.

♪

What is that?

Oh, it's my NYU application.

It's an early decision.

That means you're all set
on NYU, huh?

It means my mother is
a co-dependent hophead,

and I need a little vacation.

Hopefully NYU admissions
feels the same.

Some stranger gets to decide
whether you go

where you want to go?

That's not really my style.

It's not your style, huh?

I thought the basis of our
entire relationship was,

I tell you where to go,
and you go there.

Is that an invitation
to New York?

Take me out of the equation,

would you still want
to go to New York?

♪

You don't want me there.

Got it.

That's not what I said, Gustavo.

Getting out of Lakewood...
best idea ever.

Right up there with Kieran

getting wiped off
the face of the planet.

That's what we should have
told those reporters.

How are you doing
with Kieran and it all?

I'm fine, I just... I...

can we not talk about Kieran?

Not him.
We're talking about you.

Yeah. I know.

I'm just sick of being
Emma Duval,

girlfriend of the killer.

Emma Duval, girlfriend
of the killer isn't here.

Emma is.

And Emma wants coffee.

I think I want a tattoo.

♪

Can we touch it?

Sure. Yeah.

Yeah, you can touch it.

It's only the actual mask that
Anna Hobbs wore the night

of her historic murder spree,

and we put it under glass
just for fun.

I think he's being sarcastic.

Nothing in that case
is touchable.

We're a historical society;
we're not a petting zoo.

What do you think, Stavo?

Brand new evidence?

Constable's journal
from back in Anna's day.

This constable's got
a totally different theory.

He doesn't think Whitten
was killed in his bedroom.

- So where was he killed?
- Not sure.

But the journal says Reginald's
body seemed like it was staged

in the master bedroom
after he was murdered.

But it was a stormy night,

and there was no evidence
of rainwater in the house.

Maybe she killed him
in a different part

of the house and moved him.

Yeah, but if she
killed her family

in the caretaker's cottage,

she would have tracked water
in the house.

Sounds like a best-seller to me.

Noah, what do you think?

It sounds like
a garden-variety

murder spree with rainwater.

Anna Hobbs is not
garden-variety.

This is Anna Hobbs?
She was beautiful.

On the outside.
On the inside, ouch.

The entire town knew about her
hysterical episodes at school,

about her violent
fits of rage at home.

Here, take a look at her mom...

Lily.

Sombered by years of trying

to heal Anna's madness
with her love.

♪

You guys, there's nothing here.

There's some mildly
interesting police forensics,

and then there's a pretty girl

that people decided
to turn into a ghost story.

A ghost story that you could
write the hell out of.

I don't tell ghost stories.

I tell real stories.

Well, I find
crime scenes exciting.

How do we get into
this murder house?

The owners are never there.

Talk to the caretaker, Billie.

- Let's go see Billie.
- Well, great.

Okay, so I don't want
anything too big

or too small.

Oof, no flowers.

I mean, look at that.

Well, whatever you do get,
Maggie will be pissed.

Yes, true.

Do you have any suggestions
for the lady?

Uh...

I don't know.

That one's not
terrible, I guess.

- Yeah, dolphin.
- Okay, how about this one?

Skull and crossbones.

Okay, so you either think
I'm 12 or a pirate?

If it was me,
I'd probably go with...

that one.

Carpe diem.
Seize the day.

Oh, that's kind of cool.

Yeah. Okay.

Done with that.

That's a decision
for another day.

You ready to go?
Yeah.

Ew.

♪

- Go.
- No... ugh, fine.

♪

Hey, I, uh...

I think I have something
that belongs to you.

Yup.

It's hard to catch
snapper with pastries.

Yes.

- Thanks.
- Awesome.

- I'm Alex.
- I'm Emma.

So you make any decisions
on that tattoo?

Uh, no, actually.
Not yet.

I mean, it's permanent, so...

What happened to
"seize the day"?

Still early.

Oh, he could be way
more fun than a tattoo.

Oh, my God, stop.

Read the sign.
We're closed.

Hello?

Man, the heck...

♪

Oh, this was such a good idea.

I'm so glad that we came here.

I know. It's delightful.

Audrey, less text-y,
more friend time.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Gina hasn't answered any of
my calls or any of my texts,

and she always texts me back.

Relax.
Gina's obsessed with you.

And isn't she working, like,

every shift at the movie theater
this weekend?

I mean, she's busy.

Or, you know,
she's just figuring out

she has more fun without me.

You're so new
to this relationship thing.

Trust me.

Distance makes
the heart grow fonder,

at least I hope so.

I kind of just told Stavo

to think twice about moving
to New York with me.

I'm new to relationships,
but why would you say that?

I can't be responsible

for Stavo moving
across the country for me.

I'm barely responsible
for myself.

You make it sound like
he's a child

you're gonna have to babysit.

What about you, Em?

Audrey says you, uh,
met a cookie thief

who wants you to seize his day.

Oh, that is not what he said.

It looked like
you were into him,

and he was definitely into you.

I know his first name.
He knows my first name.

That's really it, so...

Well, hook-ups
don't require last names.

Okay, yes,
that is definitely true,

and actually,
I would rather be Emma

these days than
Emma Duval anyways.

Duval has been carrying around
a lot of baggage, I would say.

We've all been through a lot,
but you know,

I think there's a fine line

between caution
and self-sabotage.

Audrey, I don't think
Gina's building a wall.

I think you are.

And Em, I think you need
to let your wall down.

Okay.

Well, speaking
of cookie thieves...

Hey!

Go! Scram.

Go.

♪

I'm not stalking you.
I promise.

I don't have your pastries.
I swear.

Just a pail of bait fish.

I'm about to go out
for some snapper.

Kind of my ritual.

Nice.
Do you live on the island?

Only in the off-season.
How about you?

I'm just visiting.

My friends are here
doing some research,

and I decided to tag along.

- Research?
- Yes.

Uh, something about a girl
murdering everyone in a mansion.

I don't know.
You know anything about that?

Unfortunately, that's my house.

Wow. Alex Whitten.

Yup, but you can just
call me Alex.

Yeah, yeah.
Cool.

So I'm gonna go catch
my lunch for the week.

Good luck.

You know, if you want,

I'll be grilling here
tomorrow at the boat.

You can come by if you want.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Sounds like fun.

Both: Bye!

All right,
we play our cards right,

this Billie guy
might spill a few skeletons

from the Whitten family
closet too.

That's right... the real story
behind the real story.

Noah, how cool would that be?

Caretakers aren't helpful.
They are old and curmudgeon-y.

At the most, he'll try and force
us off the property with a rake.

- Hello? Billie?
- He's probably hard of hearing.

- Can I help you?
- I hope so.

We're looking for Billie,
the estate's caretaker?

That'd be me.

Not what you were expecting?

I was expecting crazy Ralph
from "Friday the 13th,"

so nope, definitely not.
Let me guess.

You're here about
the Anna Hobbs story?

Sorry, we don't give tours
of the murder house.

Well, what about
a few questions instead?

Sure.

Shoot.

Why'd she do it?

Why does a woman do anything?

Because she wants to.

Okay, yeah, that's awesome,

but why would she want
to kill her own family?

And why kill Mr. Whitten?

Real people don't snap
without a real reason.

I've got a lot of work to do,

but I might be able
to fill you boys in

on the rest tonight.

That is so funny.

We were actually gonna
have people over tonight

at the beach behind our house.

You should totally come by.

45 Lampkin Lane.

I'll do that.

Sounds like a plan.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Brooke is gonna be so pissed.

Yeah, I know.

♪

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Is Stavo around?

Yeah, he's right over there
by the fire.

Cool, thanks.
Gustavo.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How's it going?
- Good.

He might die over there.

So what's it like working
for Alex Whitten?

Oh, it's a pretty cool gig.
Super relaxed.

Alex just comes and goes.

Sometimes I don't even know
if he's in town.

He's definitely here now.

Emma's going to lunch
with him tomorrow,

and you're definitely going,
'cause he's a total catch.

A difficult catch.

He's kind of reclusive...
hard to pin down.

Have you pinned him down?

Let's just say I've eaten
his snapper once or twice,

but that's in the past.

I mean, he's a great guy.

Great guy whose ancestors were
murdered by a psychotic chick.

Uh, there is no evidence

proving that she was
actually psychotic.

Could that just be a product
of too many re-writes?

Depends who's
doing the rewrites.

Well, according to official
island legend,

Anna Hobbs was completely nuts...

like, dousing her teacher
in kerosene

and trying to light her
on fire nuts.

They say she even tried to drown
a Whitten child in a well.

I mean, people actually believed

that her insanity was driven
by pure evil.

And it all came to a head
one Halloween night.

Anna Hobbs' mother knew
she needed psychological help,

but her meager salary
wouldn't cover the bills.

Rumor has it she was sleeping
with Reginald Whitten

as a way of, you know,
encouraging him

to take Anna to a psychiatric
facility on the mainland...

you know, pay for it all.

But what neither of them
knew was that

Anna knew all about their plan,

and it sent her
right over the edge.

She waited for her family
to fall asleep,

stripped off all her clothes,

and, of course,

what's a deranged murderer

without a really creepy mask?

♪

And she set to work to make sure

that no one would ever hide
her away in an institution.

♪

She started with her mother.

♪

Then she took care
of her brother.

♪

And in the dead of night,

she calmly headed towards
the Whitten mansion.

♪

Reginald Whitten never knew
what hit him.

Overwhelmed by what she'd done,

she only saw one way of escape.

♪

And that is
the official island legend,

according to Murder Island.

You don't sound like a believer.

Hm.

I think she was misunderstood.

Exactly.

People have twisted
the tragic reality of Anna Hobbs

into a completely
fabricated legend.

But how much have
they twisted it?

What if the constable's journal

is right and Whitten's body
really was staged?

So are you saying that
she didn't commit the murders?

It would mean that
something else

drove her to kill herself
that night.

I think you broke my back.

What the hell, Jeremy?

Seriously.

Those jujitsu lessons
really paid off.

Dude, you do not
pull that prank on survivors

of multiple murder sprees.

Okay, look, I'm just trying
to help out your buddy Noah.

Make the legend
more real for him.

Get him over his writer's block.

Figure out a better way,

because that way
sucked for everybody.

Moron.

Yeah.

Well, hey, if you guys still
want a tour of the mansion,

I could probably get you
in tomorrow.

Sounds like Alex will be
gone around lunchtime.

That would be awesome, actually.

Cool.

You want to walk me home?

Sure.

Thanks for inviting me tonight.

I had a good time.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

Yeah, it was cool.

Uh, I guess I will see
you tomorrow for the tour.

Yeah, I guess so.

Or...

Uh...

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

I... I'm sorry.
I can't do this.

Okay. Oh, sorry.

I should... I should
probably get back.

The blonde? It's cool.

It's cool, dude. I get it.

- I'm gonna... I'm gonna get back.
- Yeah.

All right.
I'll... have a good night.

You too.

♪

Hello?

♪

Happy Halloween, Anna.

♪

Thank you.

- Yeah.
- Confession time.

I have actually never
had snapper before.

And? What'd you think?

- It was so good.
- All right, well, next time,

if you want,

I'll teach you how to fish.
Oh.

Nothing better than
catching your own lunch.

Well.
Who taught you how to fish?

My dad.

We used to go fishing
all the time as a kid.

Yeah.
That's like piano for me.

My dad taught me how to play.

We used to spend, you know,
hours together playing piano.

I bet that you play beautifully.

Well, I stopped, actually.

I mean, he left, and it
just didn't really... you know?

I lost both my parents
in a plane crash.

I was 15.

- Oh. I'm so sorry.
- Yeah.

And after that,
everything changed.

Seems like you handle it
pretty well.

That depends who you ask.

When you're young
and from a family like mine,

it puts you in the spotlight,

and man, that spotlight...
it blinded me.

I couldn't see
who I was anymore.

I was lost,
and everyone was watching.

- What changed?
- I embraced it.

I was lost, so I got more lost.
I travelled.

I learned to sail,
but away from the public eye.

It really helped me figure out

who I was and who
I wanted to be.

What is it?
Nothing.

That just... that makes
a lot of sense.

Ew, you actually smell
hung over.

What's this?

An apology.

"Marcia's House of Massage."

It's not exactly a day spa,
but I made you an appointment...

if you accept.

- Your apology or the massage?
- Either.

I'll take it into consideration.

The only reason that I invited

Billie last night was to get
under your skin.

Tell me something I don't know.

And I know that it was
stupid and childish.

Strike two.

Sometimes I feel like you
don't want to be with me, and...

And it hurts.

♪

Gustavo, it's just not true.

I want to be with you.

♪

I'm surprised Jeremy's
missing this,

and he hasn't responded
to any of my texts.

Nobody saw him this morning?

Nope, he's been MIA since
his little prank last night.

♪

Halloween decorations.

Right? Please someone tell me
these are Halloween decorations.

♪

Billie? Hello?

Look, usually I'm a fan
of the macabre, but this is...

- Hello?
- Too dark.

What, you think maybe
Anna Hobbs came back

and took Billie's soul?

Noah, I think
this is real blood.

I'm calling the police.

♪

Could be a prank.

Every year, we get kids
daring each other

to make it look
like Anna's back.

No wonder these morons ripped
off Anna's mask and shears

from the antique
store yesterday.

I'll bet Sid is
extremely irritated.

Yeah.

Yeah, we got a call him too.
How do you know Sid?

Met him yesterday
with our friend Jeremy.

Who, by the way, has
an Anna Hobbs mask and shears.

- Where's Jeremy now?
- I don't know.

Nobody's seen him
since last night.

- Jeremy have a last name?
- Uh, Jeremy Blair.

All right, put out an APB

on Billie Field
and Jeremy Blair,

just to be safe.

- Copy.
- Looks like a storm's brewing,

so batten down the hatches.

Don't leave the island.

We're bound to have
more questions.

It's gonna be a wild one.

Nothing like an island storm.

So powerful and unpredictable.

Sounds like fun.

I love that you're into it.

You're like a island girl now.

♪

I'll call you.

Yeah. Sounds good.

Hello?

Anybody home?

♪

Hello?

Hello, Emma.
Miss me?

You're dead.

Somebody is.

Turn on your back porch light.

♪

You'll never get away
from me, Emma.

45 Lambkin Lane.
Copy that.

That's where those Lakewood kids
are staying, right?

Yes, Sheriff.

Okay, heading over now.
Over.

♪

I...

Police!

Show yourself!

♪

Okay, thank you.

They're still saying
the sheriff's on his way.

We need to get off
of this island right now.

I mean, you don't think...

you don't think Kieran's killer
is here, right?

What if Kieran's killer

is on this island
to take revenge

on what is left
of the Lakewood Six?

Then why kill Billie?

There were bloody shears
in Billie's yard.

Clearly a reference
to the legend of Anna Hobbs.

It's like the killer
is combining these two legends

into one brand new murder spree.

I mean, call me crazy,
but I think we're in

"Freddy vs. Jason"
territory here.

No.

Who do we know
who would love to combine

two very bankable legends?

I think we're in
Jeremy territory here.

I mean, how far would he go
to create a buzz

for his next release?

I can't believe that
this is happening again.

What the hell was that?

It came from outside.

Help! Somebody!

- Gina?
- He's... he's dead.

Who's dead?

It's okay. It's okay.

You're okay, I promise.

Gina, what are you doing here?

I came to surprise Audrey.

Next question, why is there
a head on the front porch?

It's the sheriff's.

Why is the sheriff's head
on the front porch?

He's here to help us.

He... there's a killer
on the island.

Okay, so what is the plan?
We need a plan.

Wait, Gina,
how did you get here?

I took a boat, but it left.

Okay, okay, so we're basically
trapped on the island

until the ferry comes
in the morning.

No. No, we're not.

♪

We need your help.

Thank you so much
for doing this for us.

It's gonna be rough.

I hope we can beat the storm.

I can't believe somebody
would do this to Billie.

- It was a severed head, Audrey.
- I know.

- It was a severed head!
- I know.

It's gonna be okay.

Hey, hey, look at me.
Look at me.

Alex has a boat.

We are going to get
to the mainland.

It's okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

♪

Come on. Let's go.

Gina, Audrey, okay, here you go.

♪

- What the hell?
- Where's your boat?

Someone stole your boat?

♪

We're not getting off
this island, are we?

I'm not used to having visitors,

but, uh, make yourselves
at home.

I'll go fire up the generator.

I cannot believe
we are actually here.

The Whitten murder mansion.

Oh, wait.
The Whitten what?

Oh, you don't know?

This is the house
where Anna Hobbs

committed her final murder.

This is where she
killed Reginald Whitten,

brutally,
in his bed as he slept.

Can we maybe stop the murder
talk for a minute?

Yeah, and there are
a few details

in that story that
don't add up anyway.

Wow.

Now this is a mansion.

Hey, there's a phone
in here, guys.

- You all getting any bars yet?
- Uh, no.

Cell towers must be out.

This is dead too.

I don't like this.
We're totally cut off.

Isn't anybody worried about
where Jeremy might be?

No, we are better
off without him.

Wow, you must really think
that he killed those people.

All signs point to yes.

He is the one that brought us
all to this island.

He showed up
with shears last night.

Shears showed up at Billie's.

Billie showed up dead,
and now he's MIA.

Okay, wow, you really don't
like him, do you?

Okay, look, whether
or not Jeremy did this,

whoever did might
have killed Kieran.

In a courthouse.

In police custody.
Exactly.

So I doubt that a few locks
on the door

are gonna stop them
from getting in here.

We need to get ready.

What we need to do is
call the authorities.

Are you sure there isn't any way
we can get the phones back up?

I don't know about that,
but Alex,

I saw a CB radio in your truck?

Yeah, but it's been dead
for two years.

I might be able
to get it working.

- I'll come with you.
- Cool.

No, shouldn't we
all stay together inside?

I mean, doesn't that seem like

the most logical course
of action right now?

Look, we're sitting ducks.

This is a pretty classic
horror concept.

"And Then There Were None,"
anyone?

We'll be fine.
Don't worry.

Look, I just need a screwdriver,

wire-cutters, and some tape.

Okay, kitchen,
second door on the left.

Try the bottom drawer.
Okay.

So who's Kieran?

- That's a long story.
- It's okay.

It's a dark and stormy night.

You and I have more in common

than I think you realize.

It all started with this guy
named Brandon James

who was obsessed with my mother.

♪ Where's my love? ♪

♪

Yeah, so I ended up
feeling pretty betrayed

and very wary of new people.

♪ Ooh, does she know
that we bleed the same? ♪

Wow.
You're such a survivor, Emma.

It's incredible.

Everything that's going on,

with me, I'd be curled up
in a ball somewhere.

I was trying to get away
from all of it this weekend,

and look at us now.

And I got you
involved in it too.

It's terrible to say,

but I'm kind of relieved you
told me all of this.

Yeah, you and your friends
seemed way too calm

and collected,
given the circumstances.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, we've been through a lot.

I know.

♪

Hey.

Are you okay?

I know this can be a bit much.

Yeah, I've never dealt
with the murder thing before,

but you guys seem to have
a handle on it.

And we will get through this.

I never should have
taken that ferry.

Well, in retrospect,
the movie marathon

was a much, much better idea.

Yeah, tell me about it.

There could have been a lot
more of that, for instance.

- Hey, wait, so, um...
- Mm-hmm?

So you were on the ferry
this morning, right?

Mm-hmm.

So...

what, did you just, uh, wander
around the island all day?

- Yeah, it was exhausting.
- Yeah.

How'd you figure out
where we were staying?

What do you mean?

I mean, we were kind of
off the beaten path,

so did you text Noah...
Are you serious?

- What?
- What do you...

- I'm not saying...
- What are you saying?

Are you saying
I could be involved

in all this stuff somehow?
No. No, no, no, no.

I didn't... I didn't...
I don't believe this.

I was trying
to do something nice.

No, no, no, I'm sorry.
I... after last year,

I... I've got a hair-trigger.

I automatically assume
something terrible is happening.

I'm saying this
because I really like you.

That hair-trigger
feels more like a way

to keep me at arm's length,

and I'm not okay with that.

♪

Hey.

Did you at least make out?

Shut up.

You could do a lot worse.

What's wrong?

Worried about Stavo?

Yeah.

I don't know.
We just keep having that fight.

It's honestly starting to feel
really pointless and stupid.

Maybe you should just tell him
that when he comes back.

Hey! Emma!

Let me in, please!

Let me in!

Jeremy does not look happy.

I say we leave him out there.
Okay, if he's the killer,

that's one thing.
If he's not...

Shouldn't we at least try
to let Stavo and Noah know?

I think we can handle it.

Whoa, where did that come from?

I'm not a fan of guns, but my
great granddad was a bootlegger.

What are you saying?
Are we gonna shoot him?

No, but if your friend
is the killer,

isn't it better
that we have control?

He's not really our friend.

All the more reason for the gun.

What do you think, Emma?

Jesus, you guys.
I was starting to f...

you must be Alex Whitten.

You have a lovely home.

Guys, maybe tell him
he can put the gun down?

- Jeremy, where you have been?
- What the hell?

I'm not the enemy...
Where have you been all day?

Okay, fine.

I... after the bonfire,
I passed out on the beach.

I-I woke up the next afternoon,

and I went for a swim
to wash the drunk off.

I was headed back to change
when I saw some psycho

in the Anna Hobbs mask

leaving a human head
on the front porch.

You came back to the house?

Okay, why did you leave?

This sicko looked at me.

They saw me.
They had shears.

I had nothing, so I ran.
And I kept running.

I ended up lost,
and then everything went dark.

I went to the sheriff's station.

It's empty.
Everything's empty.

I-I was looking
for literally anybody,

and I saw the lights on here,

and I was like, "Oh, thank God."

But apparently you guys
have turned on me.

Well, here's the thing.
The only the person that we know

who had a mask
and shears is you.

You are the one
who brought us here.

You're the one who's been
taking over all of...

- Okay.
- Settle down.

Look, we don't know
who the killer is, okay?

So let's not point fingers.
Why don't we get Jeremy

in some dry clothes
and try to calm down?

Come on.

All right,
there's towels and clothes

in the closet, if you want.

- Wait, what are you doing?
- It's okay.

It's the right move.

What the hell, guys?
This isn't funny!

Look, if Jeremy's the killer...

- Are you serious?
- We're safer this way.

Yeah, and if he's not,
we're the paranoid jerks

who just locked him
in there by himself.

No, if he's not the killer,
we're doing him a favor.

He's safer in there
than we are out here.

- You guys, let me out!
- Okay?

♪

Hey, uh, double tape
that for me, okay?

I'm not double-taping, boss.

We got to get the thing
moving already.

Gah, ch...
look, I'm trying, okay?

I'm not Marconi.

He invented the radio!

Look, you need to chill
because you freaking out

is just making this worse.

Making it worse
than I already made it?

We're here because
of my writer's block.

It's my fault that we came to
Murder Island and found murder.

I'm the inciting incident!

I'm Marion Crane stealing
40 grand and running away!

Everyone's gonna die
because of me!

You are so self-involved.

Uh, you guys haven't
seen Gina, have you?

Not since you guys left earlier.

Okay.
I'll go find her.

No, I'm gonna come with you.

I'm... I'm good.

This looks great.
When did you do this?

That looks really great.

This is the most expensive
bottle of wine in the house.

Don't waste it on
a night like this.

It's actually the perfect time.

And besides...

it's already open.

It makes me think of this
Buddhist parable that I like.

- Buddhist parable?
- I know, right?

But still, I like it.

It's the story of a man
running for his life.

A vicious, blood-thirsty tiger
is chasing him.

He runs as fast as he can
all the way to a cliff,

until he trips over the edge,

but he manages to catch a vine.

It looks like he's escaped,

until he looks down

and sees a family of vicious,

blood-thirsty tigers
waiting for him to drop.

And to make matters worse,

two adorable little mice
start to chew on the vine.

♪

In that moment,
he contemplates his fate,

his certain death,

and that's when he sees
a patch of wild strawberries

growing in the cliff's rock.

♪

So what does he do?

I don't know.
Tell me.

He eats the strawberry,

and nothing's tasted sweeter.

Seize the day.

I see why you love that story.

♪

♪

Gina?

♪

♪

- Hey, I was just...
- What the hell are these?

- You opened my phone?
- You didn't want to come,

and then you surprise me,

and now I find out
you've been stalking me?

I'm not stalking you.

You were on the island
taking pictures of us.

You lied to me!

How can you possibly
explain that?

I came to surprise
you yesterday, okay?

When I saw you and Emma
talking so intimately,

I just backed off.

I didn't know what to do.

I don't understand, okay?
Why?

You know my last girlfriend
cheated on me.

I'm not cheating on you.

You spend a lot
of time with Emma.

You told me you once
had a thing for her.

Not anymore.
Not like that.

Then why do you always
choose her over me?

I don't!

I hate how petty this sounds,

but every time she calls,
you're there.

Even if we have plans,

you could have picked me
this weekend,

but you picked her.

Audrey, Audrey!
Come here.

You have to see this.
Right now?

Yes, right now.
Come here!

Stay.

What?

Is that blood?

On the phone, he said I would
never get away from him.

Never.

Jeremy's locked up, right?

Uh...

You know what?

This is why you have
writer's block.

- What are you talking about?
- You blame yourself

because you're profiting off
of your dead friends' stories,

because they're dead
and you're alive.

And you know what?

It's not writer's block
that's in your way.

It's survivor's guilt.

So what, you don't feel bad
about making money

off of murder?
No.

Not really, man.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yes!
Okay, yeah.

We just, uh, turn it
to nine for emergencies,

and, uh, hello?

Hello?
Uh, mayday, mayday.

Come in?

This is Coast Guard...

Oh, my God.
It works!

- Answer it!
- We're on Shallow Grove Island.

There is a killer here.

There's at least three people
dead, including the sheriff,

and we are all trapped
at the Whitten mansion.

10-4.

Might be a prank...

No, sir.
No, this is very much real.

We are in a lot of danger.

I really hope
Jeremy's still in here.

Let's find out.

♪

Could he really have
gotten out of there?

I guess so.

Maybe he left that message
and then took off.

Or he could still be
in the house.

Someone's messing
with the generator.

Jeremy, whoever,
I need to find Gina.

Hey, Audrey, I'm not
letting you go alone.

We'll double-check the house.
If he's in here, we'll find him.

Hello?
Are you guys there?

Open up!
Open the door!

Hey!

Thank God.

We got ahold of the coast guard.

They're getting a boat out here.

Cops too, but it's gonna
take a couple of hours.

What happened to the lights?
Generator's out.

I'll go see
if I can get it going again.

You guys stay here.

Keep that door locked.

- Who the hell are you?
- Who the hell are you?

- Stay away from me.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Have all you people
lost your minds?

I got a house
full of maniacs up there

treating me like I'm a killer.

Maybe they're trying to kill me.
I don't even know anymore.

Come any closer, you psycho,
and I swear I'll use this.

Yeah, what are you gonna do?

You gonna start a fire?

♪

No, no...

[coughing and breathing heavily

Do you think this rain
is ever gonna stop?

Hey, they're gonna
be here soon, okay?

You were right to go home Noah.

♪

You're being too nice.

What's the matter with you?

I'm the matter with me.

I'm sorry I was...

I was being a jerk,

and I made you into a jerk.

I'm sorry.

This is the part
where you kiss me.

Brooke, stop... oh.

- Sorry, guys.
- We've been looking everywhere.

There's no sign
of Gina or Jeremy.

Wait, this is
the master bedroom, isn't it?

Reginald Whitten's body
was found right there.

The constable's journal said
the body was staged, but why?

And why was there no rainwater?

Can't we, you know,
focus on the murders

that are happening now?

In this century?

Whoa, look.
It's a Whitten family album.

This should be interesting.

Or...

Or Mr. Whitten really liked
to take photographs.

Of scantily clad women
who aren't his wife.

Including not only Mrs. Hobbs,

his alleged mistress,
but also Anna.

Uh, uh, can I have that candle,
please?

You guys, I don't want
to get too excited,

but I think there is an
honest-to-God secret door here.

Uh, there's just got to be
some kind of hidden lever or...

oh, I bet it's... no?

Okay, no, but... no,
I've seen this before.

It's probably like
a certain book that you have to,

uh...

uh, or... or maybe it's...

it's something
on the floor that...

holy haunted mansion, Batman.

We have to go in, right?

♪

I thought that all of
this was over.

I thought that it ended
with Kieran.

That I could just move on.
Maybe you can.

The murderer followed me
out here.

I'm not getting away.
But, you know,

maybe I could help you out.

I mean, I know some cool places.

We could just go.

We'd be like travel partners.

No strings.

You know, I think
it could be fun.

So, what?
We'd just take off?

Yeah.
Why not?

Yeah.

That does sound pretty amazing.

♪

You hear that?

- What is it?
- I don't know.

Maybe it's Jeremy
or whoever's doing this.

Lock yourself in.
Okay.

♪

This is a terrible idea,
you know.

This is straight out
of Edgar Allen Poe.

Wait, don't you guys see?

This is the missing piece
in the Anna Hobbs story.

It explains
how the body was moved.

So if this is the how,
what's the why?

I bet this was built
during prohibition.

Yeah, but why would a rum-
running tunnel go to a bedroom?

Unless...

wait, if Whitten
was pressuring Mrs. Hobbs

then maybe when Anna...
oh, my God.

I think it's all starting
to make sense.

Well, you want to fill
the rest of us in?

If I'm right, it's all about
where this passage is leading.

♪

♪

♪

- I was right.
- About what?

Where are we?

This is Billie's cottage.
The caretaker's cottage.

This is where
the Anna Hobbs murders happened

that Halloween night.

Except Anna Hobbs
didn't commit them.

It's clear that Reginald Whitten
had a roving eye,

or worse,

so the question is

what would he do
with a secret passage

from the master bedroom
to the caretaker's cottage?

What if he used it
to conduct secret rendezvous

with Anna's mother, Lily,

who felt like
she couldn't say no?

But then let's say his eye
turned to young Anna,

whom he photographed
and he watched grow up,

wild, rebellious.

Maybe he thought to himself,
"I want that."

Then he came for her one night.

But that would have been
Mrs. Hobbs's breaking point,

and she would have intervened.

No.

No, stop it!

Whitten, not used to hearing no,

could have snapped,

and maybe he grabbed
the nearest weapon,

a pair of Mrs. Hobbs's
own garden shears.

No!

And he killed Anna's mother.

No! Stop!

♪

And her little brother.

Perhaps because
he'd seen it all.

No!

And then maybe next
he turned to Anna,

determined to have
his way with her,

but terrified and enraged,

Anna fought him off
and vanquished the monster.

♪

But her family was gone,
and this was Whitten's island.

The story would never
end in her favor.

She needed to get far away,

so she went to the pier,
but there was no boat

and she was covered
in her family's blood,

so she tried to wash it off.

She died from her wounds,
and that was how they found her.

And Whitten's body was moved
to the master bedroom by...

Mrs. Whitten.

She would want to save
her family from shame,

so she made up
the whole Anna story.

Okay, you got all of this
from a secret passage?

Way more believable
than the crazy girl

goes bonkers, killers everyone,

snaps herself.
I'll give you that.

Look, my version
is just a hypothesis, okay?

I don't buy the legend,
but I like this version better.

How does any of this help

with what
we're going through right now?

This is a very special place.

Somebody drew us here
so they could do this to us.

Someone like Jeremy?

Or not Jeremy.

Oh, my God.

Well, I guess
he's not the killer.

So who is?

Wait, do you guys see that?

Uh, sorry, buddy.

That's Alex's van.

Who's the guy?

Alex.

I think it's Alex Whitten.

So who's with Emma?

♪

Emma?
Emma, it's Alex.

- Hey.
- Are you okay?

I heard your yells.
He was here.

He attacked me.

- Was it Jeremy?
- I-I don't know.

I couldn't tell.
He had the mask on.

We have to go.
No, no, wait, wait.

I'll make sure
the coast is clear.

Ugh.

♪

Oh...

A.W.

I really wish
you hadn't done that.

Who are you?

I'm the man you're meant
to be with, Emma.

Don't you see that?
You feel it too.

I know that you do.

I did all of this for you.

You're not Alex Whitten.

That is Alex Whitten.

I didn't think you would
have ever given

Tom Martin a second glance.

But then you liked me so much,

even before you thought
I was Alex Whitten,

because we're so alike.

I understand
what you're going through.

- You do?
- Yeah.

My parents didn't die
in a plane crash like Alex's.

They were murdered.

I was just a kid,
but I saw it happen.

I was stuck with their bodies

for three days
before they found me.

That's terrible.
That's really terrible.

I'm a survivor, like you.

You survived all those murders,

a boyfriend who wanted
to kill you,

a father who abandoned you.

Everybody's hounding you
like they hounded me.

The press, they loved the story
of a four-year-old kid

being locked up
with his parent's bodies.

When I saw you on the news,
I-I could feel it.

You know, that spotlight
just burning you.

And I knew that I had
to do something about it,

something big,
something for you.

What did you do?

I went on Jeremy's website.

I made a little buzz
around the Anna Hobbs legend.

You steered us here.

You knew

that you wanted
to be Alex Whitten.

Yes.

I staged the murders

and the calls
so that I could be your hero.

You're safe here.

Yeah?

You killed
all of those people for me?

Only the people
that got in our way

or that could identify me,

but those people,
they're not important.

Look, when this storm clears up.
Let's just go.

You and me.

I can teach you

how to be somebody else.

Isn't that what you want?
To... to be somebody else?

♪

You really think
that we can do that?

I know how to disappear, Emma.

I'm... I'm good at it.

Everyone's always
so careful with me,

but you're not.

I think

I've been looking
for someone like you.

So...

you're saying "yes"?

Let's eat the strawberries.

It's locked.

If Alex locked us
in then he knows what we know.

We got to go back.

- What about my friends?
- They're fine.

I took care of them.

Like you took care of Kieran?

I have to be honest.
I didn't... I didn't kill Kieran,

I don't know who did.

But I-I would,
if... if that's what you wanted.

What about... what about
Brooke and Audrey and Noah?

How did you take care of them?

I locked 'em up, so...

so they wouldn't get in our way.

Good.

Good.

♪

No! Emma!

Come here!

Emma!

Emma.

Come out, come out.

Wherever you are.

Where's Emma?

Well, that wasn't very fair.

♪

Why are you doing this, Emma?

You should be thankful.

We had it all figured out.

So what?

If you can't have me,
no one can have me?

Yes.

That's a little cliché,
don't you think?

I don't need a hero!

I'm Emma Duval!

I don't need you!

♪

♪

I get why you
suspected me of cheating.

I do.
Believe me,

karma kicked my ass for that.

It's just you need
to understand that Emma

is part of my life,
one of the most important parts,

and no one's ever gonna
take her place.

But you and me,
that's completely different.

They don't have to compete.

I'm really sorry
for pushing you away.

I don't want to do that anymore.

You mean you don't want
to break up?

I totally thought that's where
this was going.

Did I ever tell you about
the time I kidnapped Noah

and tied him up?

Let's j... let's just say
I've made some mistakes too.

Come here.

- I'm sorry.
- Me too.

I've been thinking
a lot about New York,

and I just... I...

I don't want to hear it.

You don't?

You're coming to
New York with me.

I can't picture it without you.

- You're so desperate.
- Shut up.

I want to be where you are,

wherever that is.

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ I can feel the weight
of a thousand eyes on me ♪

So here we are again.

The aftermath.

Hmm.

You doing okay?

♪

Yeah.

I am.

♪ Ah...

I figured out a cure
to my survivor's guilt.

Since the victims can't tell
their own stories,

it's my responsibility
to make sure they're heard.

♪

Anna Hobbs may not have
survived her ordeal,

but she lived long enough
to take down the bad guy,

and that makes her kind of
a final girl.

That story deserves to be told.

♪

But how do you keep living
after being a final girl,

after seeing all that horror?

Maybe finding yourself
is a good start.

♪

But I have a feeling
our story isn't over

and there's another sequel
in the works,

'cause here's the thing.

If Tom, AKA Alex,
didn't murder Kieran

in that courthouse

then who did?

Was it someone Kieran hurt?

Or...

was it someone
who wants to take his place?

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Welcome to Lakewood,
Mr. James.

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