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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?

♪

Welcome to Lakewood, Mr. James.

♪

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