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Welcome back home.

Thank you so much, sir.

- Have a good one. - Have a good day.

Okay. Who's she?

She's gonna have a fun time tonight.

No.

"Oh, Milo, what are you doing at our best friend's engagement party?"

He was your high school boyfriend. Why do you still care?

This dress sucks.

Bingo.

Hello, old friend.

No. No, no, no.

You're gonna have a great night.

Miss you, Mom.

- Hi! - Hi!

Hi.

Hi.

- Hi! - Danica!

- Thanks for coming. - You look amazing!

Babe, I think you should hook up with Milo tonight.

No.

What better way to rekindle your romance than at my engagement party.

So selfless.

With you looking so hot.

A cascade of fireworks, which you know I find very erotic.

I wasn't gonna tell you this.

So, I had a session with Fleur--

Wait, I'm so sorry. Is Fleur your life coach,

your energy healer, or your psychic?

No, Fleur is new. He's a claircognizant empath.

And he told me that because Pluto's in Aquarius,

that means something life-changing is about to happen.

I don't believe in astrology.

It's not astrology, it's empathy.

I see you looking at Ava.

- No. We're just-- We're just friends. - No. Right.

It's nice to see her.

You know bottling up your feelings only makes you sick?

Have you read The Body Keeps the Score?

Danica got it for me. It's fire. You should check it out.

Okay. Yeah. I'm gonna get a drink, so...

Hey.

You'll always be my number one.

And you'll be mine.

- All right, Daddy. - All right.

I want to thank you all for coming.

Teddy, to see the person you've become,

with a strong conscience and a...

...a big, big ol' heart.

I couldn't be more proud.

But let's talk about the real star of the evening: Danica.

Your warmth and kindness are a blessing

to everyone whose path you cross.

Hear, hear!

To Danica and Teddy.

To us.

Can you believe our best friends are getting married?

You know what?

I can.

You can stay, you know.

We could get a bestie compound with a shared backyard.

I just... I don't think moving back to Southport

is in the cards for me.

Like, Milo, would you give up your fancy political job to move back here?

No. No way. Never.

But I don't have a cushy family nepo baby empire real estate thing going on.

Oh, my God.

I'm just genuinely touched that you called it an empire.

Thank you.

That said,

might be nice to take a trip down memory lane.

It is Fourth of July.

Hey. Hey, you two.

Hello.

Over here.

Yes?

You up for a drive?

Oh, you dirty, dirty dog.

Milo! You know he can't say no.

- Yes. Yes, let's go. - Yeah?

Let's go.

No, no. I'm driving.

- Wait, what? - Yeah.

Girl, I'm sober. Alcohol bloats.

Okay.

Whoa. Is that Stevie?

My God.

Now it feels like high school.

Who are they?

Friends from a past life.

We were close in high school.

But after all that shit went down with my dad,

they went off to college and I got stuck here.

What happened?

We grew apart.

She looks really good.

Wait, is it true she went to rehab?

Yeah.

Can you blame her for spiraling after her dad

blew her entire college fund and left?

- We should invite her. Right? - Yeah.

I think it would be really nice.

Aquarius is in Pluto.

Come on.

- You want me to come? - Yeah, yeah.

- Come with me. - Okay. All right. You good?

Stevie!

- Hey. - Hey!

- What's up? - Hi.

How you doing?

- What are you doing here? - Yeah, I'm good.

My boss is working the bar. I'm just picking up the empties.

Well, this is great timing,

'cause we were gonna go watch the fireworks where we used to.

You should come.

You got the whole gang back together.

Yeah. Yeah, they're all here.

Yeah, I'm just on the clock.

I can do the run back alone. You should go.

It is the best view of the fireworks.

- No. - Stevie's back!

Teddy, can I have some?

- It won't hurt you. Come on. - No.

- Sorry. Sorry. - I'm gonna kill you!

Stevie!

- So good to see you. - Yeah, you too.

Look out!

What?

What? No!

- Oh, my God, you asshole! - That was funny.

- No, it's not. - "No, it's not."

You hit those brakes fast though.

And people say women can't drive.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

It's jokes, jokes, jokes.

Rude.

- Thank you, Daddy. - You didn't kill us!

- Thank you, Mommy. - It's beautiful!

- Wow. - Oh, my God.

What?

- Here, I got it. - Wow.

- Thank you. - That's okay.

- What do you want? - Gimme the fucking blunt.

He wants the-- No!

Let's light her up.

Fuck!

I miss this shit, I--

I miss hanging out with everyone.

We even got Stevie back.

God, you feel that?

This energy just makes my dick hard!

God! Yes, I love y'all!

Oh, my God, cannabis makes him so annoying.

I mean, look at the fireworks. It's... It's poetry.

We come to this place for magic.

Oh, my God.

Because we need that. All of us.

Okay, Nicole Kidman, but there's a car coming.

Fuck that car.

- Why is he like this? - I don't know.

Man versus machine.

- Teddy, seriously. - I'll show you how great I am.

- Teddy, get out the road. - No, no, no, that's not funny.

- Chill the fuck out. - Teddy.

- He's gonna stop! - Teddy, stop.

- Teddy, quit fucking around. - You're being annoying.

- Teddy? Get-- - Baby, please just move!

Teddy!

Oh, my God!

Babe, oh, my God!

What is wrong with you, man?

Jesus Christ, Teddy!

- My Superman. - Stop.

- Get yourself killed. - Teddy, what are you doing?

What the fuck, Teddy?

- Get out the fucking road. - Get out of the road.

I wasn't gonna let the car fucking hit me.

You owe me a blunt.

- Fuck. - Oh, my God.

Guys...

What do we do?

- Are they okay? - They are clearly not okay!

It's jammed! Fuck!

He's alive!

Hey! We're gonna get you out!

- What do we do? - Teddy. Teddy.

Teddy, get him out of there.

Hold on, we got you.

Hold it from the back so it doesn't go over!

- Put your weight on it! - Try?

Don't let go!

It's slipping! Teddy! I can't!

- Just hold it! - I can't! I can't!

Fuck!

What did you do?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I'm calling 911.

No. No, no, we have to go down there. That person was still alive.

Everyone just chill out! Chill out. Just--

This is...

This... Let's talk about it first.

Talk about what? That person was alive. We have to help him!

Yeah, but we need to be careful about what we say.

No, wait. Who gives a fuck about what we say?

We have to do something.

How are we supposed to get down there, Stevie?

It's not realistic.

- I think we need-- We need-- - Yeah. Yeah.

I'll call the police. I'll call 'em. Gimme a second.

I'm such a--

Why did I come up here with you guys?

If this turns into, like, a criminal thing,

you guys can all afford fancy lawyers, I can't.

Why would it become a criminal thing, Stevie?

We didn't do anything wrong.

It was an accident, right? We were just messing around.

He was in the middle of the road. It wasn't an accident.

It's manslaughter, Danica.

But this road is called Reaper's Curve for a reason.

There are so many accidents that happen up here.

And nobody knows that Teddy was in the middle of the street.

We know!

All right, see? We're fine, everything's fine, so...

The police and paramedics are on their way.

- Now, let's get out of here. - What?

Shouldn't we stay here until they get here?

Don't we need to give them a statement or something?

They want us to give the statement at the station.

No. No, no, Teddy, Teddy, I don't like leaving.

I don't think we should leave.

Like, I just got my life back together,

- I can't screw it up... - Stevie. Stevie, look at me.

Look at me, breathe. Breathe.

We'll be fine. I promise.

We just need to get out of here, all right?

No! That guy was alive in that car!

We need to go down there and help him!

And do what, Ava?

Fuck this.

Stevie!

We should go.

Yeah.

We should get out of the road. Come on.

Ava.

Ava, let's go.

See?

It'll be okay.

Aren't we going to the police station?

Danica?

Danica!

My dad's gonna take care of everything.

Okay.

It's really important we don't tell anybody what happened tonight.

You know, I think we should all agree on that before we part ways.

Can we make that deal?

Stevie?

Yeah.

Milo?

Yeah.

What about you, Ava?

Please say you won't tell anyone.

This could ruin our entire lives.

And Teddy didn't mean to. It was just a big mistake.

Grant's gonna make it look like we were never there.

Please.

Please.

I won't tell anyone.

Welcome to Wilmington International Airport.

Harder.

Milo, hey.

Hey, sorry, I'm running a little late.

That's okay. I can just Uber to Southport.

No. No, no, no, don't worry. I'm almost there.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah. I'll be there in, like, 15.

Okay, I will see you soon.

Well, it was nice to meet you.

Well, hold on a second. You're...

You're going to Southport?

I'm going there, too. Would you give me a ride?

Who died, you guys?

I'm feeling a little tension in this car.

Hey.

Miles, was it?

- Milo. - Right.

Look, I haven't really slept with a guy in years,

but you seem pretty beta,

and I'm really into whatever's happening between you two.

Just putting it out there.

Okay.

How do you two know each other?

- Ava? - We just met on the plane.

Yeah.

And Tyler, what brings you to town?

I'm so glad you asked.

I host a true crime podcast, Live, Laugh, Slaughter.

It was one of Bloody Disgusting's best pods of 2024.

I'm doing an episode on the '97 massacre that happened here in Southport.

I would love to give you guys a little murder tour.

I'll keep that in mind.

My God! You guys actually came.

I know I kinda disappeared, but I wouldn't miss your bridal shower.

- Hi. - You look great.

Thank you.

Danica, the present table is overflowing, where do you--?

Stevie.

Holy shit. Hi.

- Milo, Ava, it's so good to see you. - Hi. Yeah.

It's been so long.

Work got crazy, and, you know.

Okay, so where do you want these?

I'm thinking maybe the--

- Credenza in the living room. - Yeah.

Yeah, same. Do you want me to take that?

Sure, thanks.

Thanks, babe.

I didn't realize you and Stevie got so close.

Yeah. She's been a really good friend to me this past year.

Let's get a spritz. I have a spritz bar.

Two fresh spritzes, please.

Stevie.

It's beautiful!

I know how much you love mermaids,

and then it reminded me of that day.

- Literally, I was thinking the same thing. - I know, I had to buy it.

Oh, my God!

You know me so well, diva. Thank you.

Of course.

Okay. Let's do this one.

That's from me.

It's moonstone.

The lady at the store said it symbolizes new beginnings.

It felt like you.

- I love it. - Yeah.

I'm just feeling so loved today.

Okay. Let's go...

...this one next.

Okay, minimalist chic.

Could it be...

...cash?

A check, maybe?

Gift card.

Let's see.

No more pictures.

Who's this from?

No, really. Who brought this?

What does it say?

Nothing.

It doesn't say anything.

Obviously just like a...

...silly prank or something.

Sorry. I probably just took too much Adderall this morning.

Hunter, babe, I'm sorry, you can keep going with the pictures.

I know I'm supposed to wait till the end, but I couldn't wait for a kiss.

You don't say.

You're not supposed to be here yet.

Hi.

Get this. Get this.

But now that you are, why don't you show everybody

what you've done with the pool house?

He calls it his "man cabana."

Stevie, Milo, Ava, will you join me in the kitchen, please?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Thank you. - You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

I can't believe he would do this.

Who?

Teddy. He's obviously trying to mess with my head.

This is why we broke up. He's petty and emotionally stunted.

And I know Wyatt's kind of an alcoholic.

But, he's taken really good care of me since Teddy went insane this past year.

Sorry. What makes you so confident that this is from Teddy?

Are you an egg, Milo?

Outside of us, no one knows what happened.

Besides Teddy's dad.

Unless it's somehow connected to the person in the car.

Sam Cooper.

I know you all looked him up, too.

Yeah, but he didn't have anyone. No family.

None that I could find anyway.

Which honestly makes the whole thing even sadder.

What if someone saw us?

What if someone saw what happened?

Perfect.

So, either I'm being blackmailed, or my ex is trying to ruin my life.

Jesus.

Teddy?

Visiting hours are over.

Hi.

Wow.

My long lost friends.

So nice of you to make a house call.

So, how was Danica's party? Was that fucking clown there?

Yeah, Teddy, Wyatt was at his fiancée's bridal shower.

Fuck do you three want?

Danica got a note today.

Queen Danica.

Is this a joke or something? I don't... I don't get it.

Danica thinks you sent it to mess with her.

This is real?

Yeah.

No. Fuck.

Yeah, I... I don't want anything to do with this.

Please, please just go.

I'm in enough trouble with my dad as it is.

No, Teddy, Teddy, we have to talk about this.

- Someone clearly knows. - Danica got the fucking note.

It's a Danica problem, okay? Can y'all please get the fuck off my boat?

Can you just talk about--?

Go!

Oh, my God.

Goddamn.

Teddy, really?

Fuck.

Do you need help?

Hi.

Didn't mean to scare you. You okay?

Yeah, just thought I heard something.

I know what this is about.

Wedding jitters.

Baby.

I'm not Teddy. Okay?

Not gonna spin out and bail a month before the wedding.

- I know. - Remember what Dr. Emma said?

"Trust my actions and words. You are safe."

I am safe.

Come here.

Welcome to your meditation, Queen.

Let's begin.

Hello?

What the fuck, bro?

And in this moment of absolute calm...

begin to feel the branches within you emerging.

My branches are always emerging.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Now, exhale your fears.

You can take whatever you want!

Take the code to my crypto wallet!

St-- Please.

Please. Stop. Please.

No. No. Please! Please. Stop. No.

Please.

Please! Please! Stop!

Babe. I feel so much better.

It's giving nuptials!

Wyatt?

Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

I was home.

I was in the bath, and I didn't hear him.

How could I not hear it?

Does this make me a widow?

Yeah, but you're like a hot widow.

Well, obviously the hot part is implied, Ava.

- Are we done? - Yeah.

Oh, my God. No. I can't.

Teddy. I think now isn't the time.

Danica.

Danica, we're so sorry for your loss. I've arranged with Chief Roberts.

We'll have a patrol car outside, keep an eye on you.

Theodore.

Thank you.

You all right?

Yeah.

Okay. What can we do? What do you need?

A ride home.

You know that meme that's like,

if someone you love dies, do you still do your skincare routine?

Now I know the answer is yes.

How do you feel?

Numb.

That feels like forever ago.

Yeah.

Makes me really happy that Stevie's been there for you this past year.

'Cause I know I have not been.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

What? Why?

Because I did such a terrible thing making you lie, Ava.

Like, I understood why you didn't want to talk to me.

No. I couldn't talk to you because I couldn't talk to anyone.

What we did was so fucked up.

I just felt... so dark.

I felt like the guilt was gonna swallow me, and...

I thought you were fine.

I am not fine.

I'm just better at pretending like I am.

I've been having horrible nightmares.

And now I have stress induced alopecia.

I have a bald spot.

No one's noticing that.

I notice.

Do you think this is some kind of fucked up karma for what we did?

I don't know.

Maybe.

I'm really sorry this happened to you.

And I've missed you so much.

I missed you, too.

Can we cuddle?

Everything's gonna be okay.

Are you sure?

No.

But whatever happens, I'm gonna be here.

Do you promise?

Yes, I promise.

Okay, I'm just gonna ask the question that we're all thinking.

Is somebody after us?

I know it sounds crazy, but what happened to Wyatt can't be a coincidence, right?

I agree. It doesn't feel like a coincidence,

but it also doesn't make sense.

Wyatt wasn't with us.

What if this was just a random psycho?

Dani, there was a threatening message written in blood.

I need to start drinking.

Okay.

Who else knows besides the five of us? Teddy? Your dad?

You think my dad would commit a violent murder

on the weekend he's trying to prove to people how perfect Southport is?

- Grant could have told someone. - No way.

Besides, whatever he told Chief Roberts made this shit go away.

Great.

What about that girl you were with that night, Stevie?

No way. I didn't tell her.

What about your new friend, Ava?

The girl from the plane? Tyler?

- What girl? You met a girl? - Yeah.

And she has a whole podcast about murder. It's called Live, Laugh, Slaughter.

Oh, wait. Oh, wait. I found her.

She's so hot.

She's very hot.

She have a rat?

I don't know.

Wait, hold on. Listen.

What's up, Slaughter Gang?

Next week I've got a story that'll get you hooked.

In 1997, a killer in a fisherman's slicker terrorized a group of teens

who thought they could get away with murder.

One by one, he sliced and diced them with his horrific hook.

And it all started with an anonymous note.

I got an anonymous note.

Yup. That's why we're here.

Okay. Let's kick the tires on your little theory, Milo.

Tyler, a random girl I introduced myself to on a plane,

came all the way to Southport

'cause she knows exactly what we did last summer

so she can kill us all for her podcast. That makes no sense.

I just... I don't think we should rule it out.

Look, I'm with Ava. I don't think it's this podcast girl, but...

The notes. The hook.

There's a lot of similarities to 1997.

Even if we wanted to look into it, we couldn't.

My dad had all that shit scrubbed off the internet.

What? It was hurting investor interest.

I think it's time we start digging into our local lore.

Local what?

This place is eerie as fuck.

When I first arrived, I was shocked at the glow-up.

It's like a grisly killing spree never even happened.

This place is so beautiful it makes me wanna die.

But I learned that was by design.

After real estate prices plummeted in the wake of the '97 murders,

enterprising property developer, Grant Spencer, saw an opportunity

to turn this haunted fishing town into the Hamptons of the south.

But not everybody was happy about the "gentrifi-slay-tion."

Fuck yeah.

Tyler. Hi.

Hey!

Thanks for meeting me.

Yeah. I was really happy that you texted me.

I've been getting kind of lonely walking around here by myself.

Well, show me a new side of Southport.

Our journey begins with...

Bayside House?

Well, it's not about Bayside House. It's about what it used to be.

Come on.

Bingo.

Holy shit.

Well, they really paved murder town and put up a Soho House, huh?

I don't get it. What does '97 have to do with Bayside House?

Well, this was the site of one of The Fisherman's most gruesome attacks.

Oh, merch.

Did you make that?

Duh. I sell them on my Etsy shop.

Oh, God. Wasn't she so hot?

Well, sucks she's dead.

Okay. Picture this.

Nearly 30 years ago, Julie James, Southport native,

comes home from college to an anonymous note.

And then the bodies just start droppin'.

Do you know what the note said?

"I know what you did last summer."

Look.

How shit is that handwriting?

If I were a murderer, my handwriting would be way scarier.

Did Julie James die?

No, actually. She's one of two survivors.

She teaches at Hoffman now.

I tried to get her for an interview for this, but she sent me

an email about, like, boundaries or something.

Will you just wait here a second?

Yeah.

I wanna see if I can find something cool upstairs.

Send a text to "Don't Get Murdered."

Can someone come meet me at Bayside House? Tyler is sketchy.

Send.

Tyler?

Cool costume, but I'm not loving this.

Seriously, that's not funny.

Ava? Who is that?

Tyler.

Tyler, run!

No!

Ava? Where the fuck did he go?

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

Fuck.

- Try and pull it. - Oh, God.

Pull it!

Just go! Go get help!

I fucking hate it here.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Fuck.

Ava? It's Stevie.

Stevie, I'm in here!

Ava!

Stevie!

Come on!

You don't have to do this.

Please, man, I swear. I'm a fan.

Please. I'm a fan. I'm a fan. I'm a fan.

- Ava! - Stevie!

You.

- Stevie! - The door's stuck.

Hang on!

- Are you okay? - I'm okay. I'm okay.

- What happened? - I'm okay.

I'm okay.

No, no.

Ava!

Ava!

Are you okay?

- Yeah. - Are you hurt?

No. I'm fine.

I need you to handle this shit.

Yeah, sure. I'll pick it up.

Chief Roberts, do you have any leads about who's doing this?

- Hey, Chief. - Yeah?

We got the girl's parents on the line.

I'll be right there.

Look. I know you all have a lot of questions, okay?

We're gonna hold a town hall at the community center tomorrow

to discuss these recent events, okay?

I gotta go. I'm sorry.

Chief, I--

The cops are all in Grant's pocket. They're not gonna help us.

Then we'll find someone who will.

It's happening again!

That is what the nervous system says

when we are repeatedly exposed to danger.

People living with complex PTSD,

they may not entirely understand their own behaviors,

why they're making these decisions.

Over time, if you don't deal with your trauma,

your trauma will deal with you.

Because trauma changes the brain in mysterious and complex ways.

Julie...

Julie...

Julie!

Julie.

My name is Ava Brucks.

I'm from Southport.

And I was attacked by someone in a fisherman's slicker.

- Very funny. - No, I'm not joking.

They had a hook.

And I fought back, but my friend is dead.

She's the second victim in two days.

And another friend of mine

got an anonymous note before all of this started.

Just like you did.

And what do you think I'm gonna do about it?

I just need your help.

You survived this once.

And my friends and I, we're really scared.

Someone is coming after us.

I just have one question.

What did you do last summer?

Shit, I'm so sorry. I was just...

Going through my stuff?

I only had lemon ginger. Hope that's okay.

Oh, yeah, that's perfect.

Those people. Are... are they--

Dead? Yeah.

But it's not about my friends. It's about yours.

If history is any indication,

the killer's connected to the boy that died.

What do you know about him?

Well, we couldn't find much.

Are you serious?

I mean, don't you people put your entire lives online?

Not him.

I mean, we found an old address to an apartment in Southport,

but nothing before that.

And the cops are downplaying it,

'cause they don't want to scare away the tourists who are in town.

Well, I'm glad to know that the Southport PD

is still number one in gaslighting.

Would you come back there with me?

We're only 45 minutes away, and there's a town hall today.

We could go there and we could press them--

I made a promise to myself a very long time ago

that I would never go back to Southport.

They didn't listen to me then. I'm sure they wouldn't listen to me now.

Hey.

Whoever's doing this, it's personal to them.

You can't run, you can't hide.

The only way out is to find out who it is and get them before they get you.

We have upped the police presence for the remainder of the holiday weekend.

How am I supposed to explain that scene yesterday to my children?

We sympathize with those who witnessed what happened.

But this was a disturbed young woman who acted only to harm herself.

That is bullshit!

If y'all could just settle down, please?

Ava, we...

We are so sorry for what you had to witness yesterday.

I can't imagine how distressing that must've been.

But your friend was deeply troubled.

We've learned that she recently quit her psychiatric medications.

That's a really convenient narrative.

Can I offer an alternative, Grant?

Two nights ago, a man was murdered in his fiancée's home.

And yesterday, before Tyler was killed, I was chased through Bayside House

by someone in a fisherman's slicker, carrying a hook.

- Okay? - What?

And last Fourth of July--

If you're referring to the young man had the accident,

he was a drug addict, drove a stolen car off the road.

Now, that's tragic, of course,

but these are completely unrelated events.

Are you really just gonna sit there and pretend like nothing like this

has ever happened in Southport before?

You should listen to her.

This isn't the first time there's been violence like this in Southport,

and you know it.

Hello, Ray.

- Is that your boss? - Yeah.

I assume you're referring to what happened to you back in 1997?

That's right.

Southport is a very different town now than it was then.

And I'm afraid I just don't see a connection

between a home invasion, a tourist's suicide,

and something that happened to you nearly three decades ago.

Gimme a break. She said she was being chased by someone wearing a slicker.

Now, you need to handle this.

It's not going to stop.

Listen,

I wanna reassure everyone here, all of you,

we will have a healthy presence from our friends at the Southport PD.

So you can all feel safe.

And one last thing,

Pastor Judah's doors will always be open at the Southport Trinity Church,

should anyone need a sympathetic ear in the wake of this tragic incident.

- Pastor? - Thank you.

Each and every one of you are welcome.

We've organized a prayer group this evening,

which will start at 8:00 p.m.

Thank you, Pastor.

See you at the festival.

Why didn't you ever tell me what happened to you?

It isn't something I like talking about.

What's going on, Stevie?

What was all that about back at the town hall?

You said I could come to you with anything.

There's something we need to tell you.

Who's we?

We have to figure out who Sam Cooper knew.

Everybody has somebody, and Julie said that's the key.

Wait, you went to go see Julie?

Julie as in your... ex-wife?

Wait, I'm sorry.

You were married to Julie James?

Unfortunately.

Guys, I know what we have to do.

We have to involve Fleur.

Oh, my God.

- What's a Fleur? - Don't ask.

My claircognizant empath.

All right, if somebody is after us,

why don't we, I don't know, fucking leave?

We could take the keys to my boat and fuck off to the Bahamas for a while.

Simple.

For reasons I won't get into, I wouldn't do that.

What about the car? Grant said it was stolen.

- Did you guys know that? - No. No, we didn't.

Okay, so, what, we need, like, a police report?

Would there even be a formal police report after what Grant did to cover it up?

Look, when they pulled that truck out of the water,

they had to take it somewhere.

You need to find out whose car he was driving.

Be safe.

You too. Love you.

Call us later.

Hello.

Can I help you?

We were hoping you could help us

get some registration information on a car that came through here.

You got a license plate number?

We...

I need a license plate.

Well, actually, that's part of the problem.

You see, my brother was in a horrible car accident.

And I've misplaced that paper with the registration number

and the license plate number on it, and--

If you could just help me.

- Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. - It's still really raw.

- It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. - And I just would love it if--

They're gonna help us, okay?

- Please, sir, I mean, it's-- - Okay.

Yeah.

Do you have anything?

What about a make and model?

- It was a... - It was a Dodge.

It was a Dodge pickup truck.

Late 1990s.

It should've come in around the last Fourth of July.

Thank you.

1998 Dodge Ram.

Came in July fifth, last year.

Yes. Yes, that's exactly it.

It's really totaled.

This one's registered to Judah Gillespie.

Is that your brother?

Yes.

Yeah, that... that's him.

Pastor Judah?

What are we even doing here?

This cemetery is the only thing I could find

that connects Sam Cooper to 1997.

So, there's gotta be something here.

"Barry Cox".

Barry with the big ol' Cox.

Wait, wait, look. It says 1997.

He must be one of them.

And Max Neurick.

"Helen Shivers".

Oh, my God!

She was a Croaker Queen just like me.

Oh, my God, diva.

That's so fucking creepy.

Are we done?

We've confirmed everyone dead here is still dead,

and I'm not trying to join 'em.

You're such a grumpy tuna.

I'm sorry, Helen.

All right, come on, let's get out of here. It's getting dark.

Oh, my God.

Teddy.

Those are fresh flowers.

That means someone visited this grave.

If he had no one, then who's visiting?

- Hi! Yoo-hoo! - What are you--

Did you happen to see who came by and put these here?

- Nope. - No.

People are in and out of here all day, ma'am.

What about those cameras?

- Please? - Sure.

- Thank you. Thank you so much. - I'll check that out.

Fuck this.

Let's just go. He's not coming back, clearly.

Well, maybe there was a lot of footage to go through.

Don't you think it's worth it to find out who left those flowers?

Fine, I'll go check, but I guarantee you, he dipped.

Okay.

Hey, sorry for your loss.

You have extra beer?

You know what, all good, I'm sorry.

Shit!

Hello?

Fuck.

No!

No!

No!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

Fuck away from her!

Oh, shit.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

Yeah! Run away like a little bitch!

I'll fuck you up.

You're okay. You're okay.

You're okay.

- I'm okay. - Come on.

Come here. Come here.

Motion detected. Back patio.

Motion detected. Front porch.

Fuck.

That's a warm welcome.

I thought someone was coming to murder me.

This is worse.

Well, believe it or not, I was worried about you.

May I come in?

I know we're not exactly friends.

With everything that's been going on, it just felt sort of wrong

not to come in and check on you.

What is this really about, Ray?

'Cause I'm not buying the whole "I'm worried about you" nice guy act.

Fuck it.

Look, what the hell were you thinking giving advice like that to Ava?

And there it is.

What-- You told her she should track down the killer.

And then what, kill him?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

She asked for my help, and I told her what I thought she should do.

Oh, right. Yeah, just give her advice from the comfort of your own home,

then send her back to Southport on a suicide mission.

Unlike you, I haven't completely repressed everything that happened to us.

Hey, I deal with that every day.

Just like you.

But to project that shit onto them...

It isn't right.

Look... one of her friends that's involved works at my bar.

She's a good kid.

She clearly did something bad.

You know more than anyone,

that sometimes you can just get mixed up with the wrong people.

Yeah. I do know that.

Ava?

What's up, Stevie?

Did the cops find anything that helps identify who it was?

Cops didn't find shit.

I think we should talk to Judah. If Sam stole his car--

But what if Sam didn't steal the car?

You think Sam and Judah are connected?

So you think Judah's the one that left the flowers?

Oh, my God! Enough with the Scooby-Doo bullshit for two fucking minutes.

Danica almost died tonight.

We can--

We can figure out what to do tomorrow.

Fuck it.

Are you sure you don't need anything else?

I'm okay. Jill gave me Xanax.

Shit. I have to...

I have to get back to the bar.

Bye.

Be careful, Stevie.

I also asked Jill to make up a guest room for you guys.

No one sleeps alone.

Is that cool with you?

Yeah. Yeah.

Seems like a good idea.

I love you.

We're gonna figure this out.

I love you.

Goodnight, kitten.

Do you wanna cuddle?

No one sleeps alone.

Big head.

It's just lumpy now. I'm injured.

I don't know what I would have done if something had happened.

Yeah.

But you don't have to think about that, though.

'Cause you saved me.

Yeah.

I caught Teddy's mom kissing her tennis instructor in here once.

Hell, yeah. Good for Jill.

Yeah.

Choke me. Punish me.

I deserve it.

Wait, what?

Never mind. We don't have to do that.

Hold on. Hold on.

I think I need a minute.

Okay.

What are you doing?

You can punish her. It's fine.

She wants you to choke her.

So, choke her. It's okay.

Fuck is my charger? Let me see...

Okay.

Ava?

Milo, I'm sorry.

I just don't really know how to deal with all of this, you know?

Will you please call me back?

Have you heard from Milo?

Not yet.

Hello?

Can I help you?

Yeah, sorry. We're looking for Pastor Judah.

Hey, I know you.

You're Stevie's friends.

So sorry about your loved ones.

Thank you.

That's actually why we came.

We've been struggling a lot with our grief.

Course you have.

Well, Pastor Judah's not here right now, but maybe I can help you?

Yes.

Can I use your restroom?

Of course. It's just down the hall.

Thanks.

Ava?

Pastor. Hi.

I was-- I was hoping to talk to you, actually.

This has all been so dark.

Of course. Such a terrible time.

There's been so much death.

Why don't you give her the book that you had me read.

About grief.

We lost one of our flock last year.

- He died in a car accident. - Thank you, Hannah.

When did that happen?

I don't recall exactly.

I understand why you're struggling.

It's hard to accept that death is coming for us all.

Give me one moment, and I'll be right back with that book.

That's okay, I'd just rather talk.

It'll just take a minute. I insist.

Okay.

May this book remind you that death is part of God's natural order.

Thank you.

It's Judah. He's hiding something.

You have to go talk to him.

These are extremely concerning allegations.

I'm glad you came to me.

Give me a moment. Let me talk to one of my officers.

Thanks.

- Sit tight. - Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay. I guess he's gonna help us.

Hey, you've reached Milo Griffin. Leave a message.

Hey. Ava told me what happened.

No need to be in your feelings.

Hitting the gym, so I'm ready for this motherfucker.

Just call me back.

Mr. Spencer, we have Miss Brucks and Miss Richards here.

They're being hysterical.

So I was thinking I could keep them here.

That's a fine idea.

Let them spend the night

enjoying the hospitality of Southport's finest.

Where is he?

Can you text the group? My phone's dead.

No, my phone's in the car.

He locked us in.

- Are you serious? - Hey!

Hello?

- Hey! - Someone let us out of here!

Let us out!

Danica, I'm getting kinda freaked. Where are you guys?

And... are you okay? Did it go okay with Judah?

Just call me back, okay?

You've reached Teddy. Leave one.

Shit.

They're not answering.

Hey. Hey.

I made a promise to your dad that I'd look after you.

And I have every intention of keeping that promise.

Nothing bad is going to happen.

You hear me?

Yeah, I hear you.

You're gonna make it out of this, Stevie.

No one deserves that more than you.

Come on, let's go.

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

Somebody help!

Mom.

Mom!

Jill!

I'm getting ready!

- Oh, my God! - Dad.

Teddy! Teddy!

Oh, God.

Help! Somebody help!

Help us!

Teddy, it'll be okay.

Teddy. Teddy!

Danica...

Ava?

Danica?

Danica?

Danica?

No. No.

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault.

Of course it's your fault.

You're the girl from the picture.

I mean, I do have a name.

Helen Shivers.

And don't you fucking forget it.

I was Southport's very own Croaker Queen way back in--

I really shouldn't date myself.

Was it... 1996?

Careful, sweetheart.

I have the hook.

You're pretty.

Thank you.

Poor bastard.

Didn't deserve that at all.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

You killed Sam Cooper.

Now, your fiancé is dead.

No. This isn't real.

I may not be real, but that body is.

He died all by himself, while you were taking a bath.

I-- No-- I...

I couldn't hear, and I didn't know.

You're gonna die, Danica.

Please!

I just wanna wake up!

Stay in the dream as long as you can.

Nothing good is waiting for you on the other side.

I didn't wanna die either.

But we did a bad thing.

And when you do something bad...

...you have to pay!

You okay?

Yeah.

I just had a really fucked-up dream.

Something's happening.

- What do you mean? - I have no idea.

You're free to go.

All units to the boardwalk.

- We should follow them. - Okay.

- What're you doing? Get them down! - Get back. I need you to get back.

Get them down! Ava! Stevie!

Danica, come on. Come on, Danica, let's go. Let's go.

All right, we're asking this crowd to please disperse.

Hey. Look, I know it's a lot, but you need to leave now

or you're gonna get stuck here.

Text Milo. Tell him to meet us at the docks.

Okay. Okay.

Ray.

That's his car.

Thank God. Thank God. We have to go.

Milo?

- Ava. - No!

- No! - Wait.

- No! - Oh, my God.

Milo!

No, Milo. No!

- It's gonna be okay. No! - Ava, he's gone.

- No, we can't leave him like this! - You need to leave.

- You need to leave right now, Ava. - No!

- Ava! Ava, I'm sorry! - No! No!

- Ava, come on! - No, Milo!

He's gone. We have--

Ready, ready.

Put your hands up!

Judah, hands where we can see 'em.

How you doing?

Bad.

How are you doing?

Bad.

Did the anchor just drop?

I don't know.

- Chief. - Yeah.

Take a look at this.

That's Sam Cooper.

Is that...?

Yeah.

Ava!

Ava, they're here! Here!

What the fuck do you want?

I want you to die, Danica. I thought that was obvious by now.

Don't do anything stupid, diva.

You're a crazy, psycho bitch!

You shouldn't call women crazy, Ava.

It's so reductive.

A strong, empowered woman takes control of her destiny

and then suddenly she's labeled as crazy?

Now, are you gonna keep interrupting me, or are you gonna let me fucking finish?

After my family went broke, and my dad left...

...things got pretty dark for me.

But then I went to treatment, got clean, and it was like this new beginning.

I met Sam.

And I was finally ready to forget how all my best friends

tossed me out like fucking garbage.

Sam was afraid I was gonna relapse.

That why he took Judah's car to come get me.

I didn't know it was him until his body washed up.

Judah was more than happy to take Grant's money in exchange for his silence.

I took care of him before we got to the docks.

Can't have any loose ends.

So why are you telling us this now?

Why don't you just kill us like the rest of them?

You took the person that I love the most away from me,

and I needed you to know I did the same to you.

We should've stayed.

We could've helped him.

You left that night too, Stevie.

Remember?

Only because Teddy said we were going to the police station!

So, what's your plan?

You're gonna kill us? Steal Teddy's boat?

Is that gonna make you happy?

Yeah, yeah. Pretty much.

You know, after I found out it was Sam...

...I thought about killing myself a lot, honestly.

But then I thought, why would I kill myself

when I could just kill all of you?

Fuck!

This thing's so fucking hot.

Help! Help!

Help us!

We're over here!

You lying bitch!

That's for my fiancé!

Which one?

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

She has Danica at the bow.

Ava!

Get away from my best friend, you cunt!

Please, just fucking kill her.

- Now! - Shut up!

Let her go, Stevie.

What are you doing here, Ray?

The police came looking for you.

I didn't give them anything.

Stevie, let her go!

Everyone's dead! You got everything you wanted!

Just let Danica go!

We still got time to figure this out, Stevie.

You don't want to do this.

No!

Actually, I do.

No!

No!

Danica!

Why didn't you come to me? I--

It didn't have to be this way.

Yes, it did!

They took everything from me!

There needs to be accou--

No.

No.

It's over.

It's over.

Hey. I'm safe. I'm coming back on the boat with Ray.

Julie, it was Stevie the whole time.

I just don't understand how she did all of this alone.

Oh, my God.

She must have been in so much pain to do this.

Julie said trauma changes you.

But I just-- I didn't know it could change someone like this.

You can't underestimate the lengths someone will go

to avenge what's been taken from them.

How did you move on when this happened to you?

You never move on from something like this.

It just changes you.

You learn to adapt.

Want a clean shirt?

I'm okay, thanks.

All right. Suit yourself.

I think I'm gonna head out, but thank you so much for everything.

Let me give you a ride home.

No, that's okay. I think a walk would be nice.

There's just one problem.

You know it was me, don't you?

You know Stevie said we should let you live?

That you were the only one who wanted to do the right thing that night.

You killed your partner.

Did I?

Please don't kill me.

I don't think I have a choice.

Help!

Ava?

Ava!

Julie?

Julie.

Oh, my God.

I think...

Okay. Okay. Hey. Hey.

- You know what? - What?

- It's gonna be okay, all right? - Okay.

The police are on their way.

You are not gonna die today, do you hear me?

Okay. Okay.

Yeah?

Happy Fourth of July, Julie.

Thought you were never coming back to Southport.

So, how'd you figure it out?

That kid, Stevie, asked for your help, didn't she?

They fucked her whole life up, those friends of hers.

She wanted revenge, and I knew how to help her get that.

Nothing holds people accountable like a good old-fashioned murder spree.

So you used what happened to us as a playbook.

They tried to erase everything about this place.

They tried to erase us.

They walk around here pretending

that what happened to us never even happened.

I had to make people remember.

So here we are.

It's 1997 all over again.

Isn't that nostalgic?

Nostalgia's overrated.

Who cares if they tried to erase us, Ray?

You have to let it go.

You know...

I think I'll say it was you who killed everyone.

See, at first I thought it was a problem you getting involved.

But now I realize you're the perfect fall girl.

Crazy-ass Julie James, who couldn't quite move on.

Recreates her past, only this time,

she's in control.

What are you waiting for, huh?

This is gonna hurt, sweetheart.

What're you waiting for?

Gotcha.

Fuck the Fourth of July.

Couldn't agree more.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Hospital.

Hospital, hospital, okay.

I am so Isabel Atraumatismo.

You know, you're kinda like a real-life mermaid.

Right?

- I am. - You are, you actually are.

Did you call a car?

- Yeah, I got one. - Okay, good.

Can I say something?

I'm fucking starving.

- Oh, my God. Me too. - Yeah.

When's the last time we ate literally anything?

I don't know.

How you feel?

Better.

How about you?

Better.

I'm also still really bad.

I think some of my digestive system is in the ocean now.

Yeah this whole experience has been... zero out of ten.

- Like, no stars. None at all. - No stars.

It's pretty crazy that all of this could have probably been avoided,

if men just went to therapy.

- Well... - You know...

I love you.

I love you so much.

I think you're my soulmate.

You're my soulmate.

Yeah, I think it's fair to say...

the divas are up.

Oh, my God, I forgot to tell you.

What?

Stevie's alive.

What the fuck?

Should we kill her?

That feels extreme, but yeah, probably.

Fuck yeah.

Tonight, we're tracking a developing story.

A string of brutal killings took place

over the Fourth of July Holiday in Southport, North Carolina.

While law enforcement first believed

a local pastor was Miss Ward's accomplice,

it came to light that she was actually working

with Southport native, Ray Bronson...

Holy shit.

...once married to Hoffman University professor, Julie James,

-both survivors of the deadly killings... - Here you go.

...that rocked Southport nearly 25 years ago.

Bronson and James survived...

- Isn't that your college roommate? - ...on two separate occasions.

Yes.

James was attacked by Bronson after returning to Southport

in the wake of the recent killings.

People are always trying to kill that woman.

Ray Bronson is now deceased.

I hope she's in therapy.

All right, I'm gonna go get some sleep.

But it is believed his accomplice, Miss Ward, is still at large.

Julie! Oh, my God.

It's been years.

Can I come in?

Of course, come in.

I was watching the news and, girl, you can't catch a damn break.

Ray?

Yeah. It's been a weird month.

Come here.

I missed you.

Me, too.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to do this to you again.

What's going on?

I need your help.

Who are we fucking up this time?

I was really hoping you were gonna say that.