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[Bret] In late May of 1980, May 23rd to be exact, The Shining opened,

and I wanted to see it as soon as possible.

[? "Moving in Stereo" playing]

I was obsessed with Stephen King's seminal book.

And it remains one of the key novels that made me wanna be a writer.

?? Life's the same I'm moving in stereo ?

In fact, as soon as I was done reading The Shining for a third time,

I began writing my own novel, which would ultimately become Less Than Zero.

?? You're shakin' like tremolo ?

This would be the first time I drove to Westwood to see a movie without the gang,

and I felt incredibly adult as I raced across Mulholland

on that Saturday morning in my father's black Mercedes 450 SL,

a two-door tank that was hardly the sporty vehicle I longed for

as a teenager.

?? It's so easy To blow up your problems ?

I remember, and I don't know why,

that I was wearing a fashionable new Ralph Lauren shirt,

brown with a touch of white-gray stripes

and Calvin Klein jeans with Gucci loafers.

One ticket, please.

Three dollars.

Thank you.

[? upbeat music playing]

I sat in reverent silence and stared at the 70-millimeter screen.

Writing this now, I can't believe I was left to my own devices for 20 minutes,

just idly sitting there,

thinking about things, about my friends Thom and Susan,

waiting without wanting something to distract me

like smartphones or social media.

The lights in the theater slowly darken, and that's when I saw the boy.

This is the reason why I've never forgotten seeing The Shining

on May 24th, 1980, at the theater in Westwood at 10:00 a.m.

I was off to the side near the aisle when I saw him.

[door opens]

[door closes]

A guy so stunningly handsome I thought at first he was a movie star

or a model from GQ magazine.

He was tall.

He was undoubtedly tan everywhere.

This boy aroused something primal in me that I'd never felt before.

I needed to be his friend. I had to own him.

?? Life's the same, I'm moving in stereo ?

The Warner Brothers logo headed toward us as the opening credits began

over aerial shots of the family's Volkswagen heading toward the Overlook.

He had to be older than me. A UCLA student, maybe.

[? suspenseful music playing]

I watched, mesmerized, as this boy, this god, disappeared from my sight line.

He noticed me staring and glanced away,

but not before a lingering gaze took me in,

and I fantasized that he was interested in me too.

After the movie was over, I was underwhelmed.

It was nothing like the book. I felt cheated.

I walked into the lobby hoping to find the boy, but he wasn't anywhere.

I waited outside the theater, but he wasn't there either.

What I didn't know then is that I would actually meet this boy again,

and his name was Robert Mallory,

and that his arrival at my high school and into my life would coincide

with a season of horror and murder that would destroy us all.

"Redrum" over and over? That's gonna haunt me for the rest of my life.

Like, "redrum"? But...

[Bret] It has occurred to me when talking about what happened to us in 1981

that one thing is evident: Kids today have it fucking easy.

Sure, being a teenager is hard now because you have to deal

with puberty and sexuality and online bullying,

but our generation had it tougher because we had to deal with serial killers.

Shadow.

Shadow.

Shadow.

[Bret] The early '80s was the golden era for serial killers.

All the legends were on hunting sprees.

The Night Stalker, the Hillside Strangler.

Shadow.

[Bret] As I prepared to enter senior year...

Shadow.

...I had no idea that my friends and I would be hunted too

by perhaps the most sadistic serial killer of them all.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

[static buzzing]

Hello.

[bubbling]

Hello.

[hangs up]

[Bret] This is our story.

Some of us survived high school.

Some of us died.

But none of us made it out alive.

[pills rattling]

- [man on TV] Darling. - [screams]

[panting]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

[static buzzing]

[raspy breathing]

- Who is this? - [line clicks]

- [wind blowing] - [wind chime tinkles]

[dog barking]

[latch clicks]

[light bulb buzzing]

[dog barking]

[? eerie music plays]

[keys jingling]

[screaming]

[thudding]

[? "Vienna" ?]

[Bret] I remember it was a Sunday afternoon before Labor Day,

and our senior year was about to begin on that Tuesday morning

of September 8th, 1981.

And I remember that the Westridge Stables

were located on a bluff above Malibu

where my girlfriend, Deborah Schaffer, was boarding her new horse, Spirit.

I was driving solo following Susan Reynolds and Thom Wright

along Pacific Coast Highway.

?? The feeling has gone Only you and I ?

?? It means nothing to me ?

Everything sped up when you got your car

- at 16 in Los Angeles. - ?? Nothing to me ?

You are now autonomous in ways you hadn't been.

- You could take care of yourself. - ?? Oh, Vienna ?

You had become an adult.

- [whooping] - [laughs]

[Bret] This encouraged our parents to work longer hours

or travel with less restrictions,

leaving all of us behind in beautiful empty houses

in Bel-Air and Beverly Hills or Benedict Canyon,

and that was okay with my friends and I.

We were the family. We raised each other.

[laughing, chattering]

[Bret] We would usually start our day by meeting for lunch at Hamburger Hamlet,

where we'd crowd into the red booths for patty melts

after buying our tickets for the next movie at The Bruin.

Dinner was usually at the food court

with breaks at the arcade playing Space Invaders and PAC-MAN.

Or look for new music at Tower Records, leafing through the paperbacks

at any number of the large bookstores that dotted the streets.

There were five or six in 1981.

That's the one.

[Bret] There are none now.

[laughing, chattering]

[Bret] I kept behind Thom's car up the winding road of the stables

where we parked next to Deborah's gleaming brand-new BMW.

We located Debbie trotting Spirit by his reins.

[whoops] Rock it, Debbie.

[Bret] She was wearing her riding attire.

There you are.

[Thom whooping]

[whinnies]

[Bret] I was aware of Spirit being yet another example

of Debbie's carelessness and privilege.

The cost of maintaining and housing the animal was astronomical,

but I don't think she even cared.

In a way, Debbie was an experiment.

I wasn't determined to have a girlfriend my senior year,

except if it had been Susan Reynolds,

and yet Debbie had become somewhat inexplicably just that.

[? pop music playing]

?? I, I, I wanna give you a kiss I wanna... ?

[Bret] We were at a party at Anthony Matthews' house,

and she just started making out with me on a chaise lit by the pool.

I was stoned on a Quaalude. She did a bump of coke. It was midnight.

- [panting] Put it in. I'm so wet. - What?

And I was at a point where I still tried to be attracted to girls.

- There's people around. - I want it. I want you, Bret.

[Bret] I surprised myself and went with it.

Debbie always broke the rules.

By senior year, her hair was a shade of platinum inspired by Blondie.

If you were in 11th or 12th grade, makeup was minimally allowed,

but because Debbie was so rich, she got away with murder

and wore her lipstick hot pink

- or blood red, always defiant. - [school bell rings]

[laughing, whooping] Look, Debbie, I'm you.

You guys, cut it out. You're gonna spook the horses.

- Susan, please, get off his back. - [Susan] Okay.

This is a $1 million horse from Arabia, and you're gonna spook him

because you can't get off Thom's back for five minutes.

You just scared all of them...

[Bret] Thom Wright and Susan Reynolds

had been dating since they were sophomores

and were now the most popular people,

not only in our class, but in the overall student body.

It was obvious why.

Thom and Susan were casually beautiful,

all-American, and they both came from wealthy families.

For about two years, they were in love

until that fall of 1981, when one of them wasn't.

Thom was always the ideal of teen boy handsome,

and what was so alluring about him was that he didn't seem to care.

He had an intriguing blankness that was attractive and soothing.

He was the opposite of Susan,

school class president, effortlessly a straight-A student.

She kind of knew I was secretly in love with her,

and I knew everything about her.

When she got her period, the problem with her mother,

every imaginary slight and deprivation she thought she was enduring...

- I love you. - ... her crushes on classmates before Thom.

She was to me the most beautiful girl ever,

and to this very day, the person I think I've loved the most in my entire life.

Have you heard from your parents?

This morning, still in France, headed to Venice next week.

They're staying in Europe indefinitely.

My mom said that she still thinks she wants to divorce him.

My dad said that the trip has been good, and they weren't coming home

until their marriage was on solid ground again.

I hope it works out for them.

Sucks having divorced parents.

I miss my dad a lot.

My God, it's my dream, all that freedom.

Who's cooking your food? You don't cook.

[Bret] Rosa makes all my meals.

Gracias.

I just write all night after she goes home and do whatever I want.

Are you coming to Debbie's house tonight?

It's the last party of the summer.

Labor Day always makes me blue. It's the end of something.

Oh, but this year is the beginning of our senior year.

We're coming. Although, God, Debbie's dad makes me super uncomfortable.

- So goddamn gay. - Thom!

Sorry, he is. Last time I was there,

he asked me if I wanted to take a Jacuzzi with him in his bathroom,

not the one by the pool.

Pretended I got food poisoning and left.

Yeah, I get gay vibes from him too.

I don't think Debbie's mom knows, if you could believe it.

She likes the house, the trips, going to the Oscars every year.

How many does he have again? Oscars.

Two.

You know that book I'm writing?

I want him to buy it and let me write the movie.

God, I hate coming here every weekend just to watch her ride this dumb horse.

- Why do we do this to ourselves? - Because we are nice people.

And this year, we're gonna rule the school.

[all laughing]

- [Bret] Don't we already? - [Susan] Help. [squeals]

[Bret] There's no helping you.

[? "Planet Earth" playing]

?? Only came outside To watch the night fall With the rain ?

?? I heard you Making patterns rhyme ?

I don't understand.

I just think we need to cool it for a while.

It's maybe gotten out of hand.

I agree.

Just remember, we're good friends.

Always will be.

?? Look now, look all around ?

?? There's no sign of life ?

?? Voices, another sound ?

?? Can you hear me now? ?

?? This is Planet Earth ?

?? You're looking at Planet Earth ?

?? Bop, bop, bop, bop, Bop, bop, bop, bop ?

?? This is Planet Earth ?

?? My head is stuck On something precious ?

?? Let me know ?

?? If you're coming down To land ?

?? Is there anybody... ?

So, what was that about with Ryan?

[groans]

Nothing.

We were just talking about how excited we were to graduate

and get the hell out of Los Angeles,

finally start our lives.

For sure, I'm going to school on the East Coast, not even a question.

?? There's no sign of life ?

?? Voices, another sound ?

Oh, my God.

Senior year hasn't even started, and I'm already exhausted.

- It's gonna take so much planning. - Like what?

Well, homecoming is in October,

and I have some rad ideas for the class float.

And then of course, Susan and Thom will be crowned homecoming king and queen.

I don't wanna be a homecoming queen and wear some weird tiara.

Susan, I'll throw you a party at the Beverly Hills Hotel,

and then we're doing an after-party thing

on Dominic Thompson's father's yacht, okay?

- [laughs] - How much coke have you done?

A lot.

- Do you want some? - Duh.

Oh, and I just booked Tommy Tutone

for a private party I'm throwing at the Blue Bayou at Disneyland.

You know, like a cool grad night thing?

We've all worked so hard.

We deserve a nice time.

We deserve nice things.

Blue Bayou, the restaurant

inside the Pirates of the Caribbean ride?

Yeah.

- That's awesome. - [all laughing]

[? "This Town" playing]

[ice clinking]

[shaker rattling]

Four vodka sodas, please.

Oh, don't forget to invite the new guy to Disney.

What?

There's a new guy coming in on Tuesday.

A new addition to our senior class.

That's strange. You never get a new kid senior year.

- What's his name? - Um, Robert something.

Oh, Robert Mallory.

How do you know this?

Well, I was having a meeting with Principal Croft

about my student body presidential duties this year, and he told me.

He lives in Century City with his aunt or stepmother or something.

- Well, that's weird. - What's weird about it?

[chuckles] If he lives in Century City,

he would have been eligible to attend Beverly Hills High.

Why opt for our school? Why drive all the way to our school?

Well, he better be cute.

[all laughing]

Like you.

Meet me in my bedroom in ten?

I'm so horny.

[Thom] What did you mean when you said

you didn't want to be homecoming king and queen?

- Oh, God, Thom, it's so corny. - Yeah, but, Susan, honey,

this is what we've been waiting for for four fucking years.

This is the coronation. Everybody wants this.

Okay. For you, I'll think about it.

?? This town is our town ?

?? This town It is so glamorous ?

[Bret] That night in September

was one of the last nights where there was no fear.

[indistinct chatter]

[? "Golden Brown" playing]

[Terry] You have to watch The Godfather, Chinatown, and The Story of O.

- You ever heard of The Story of O? - [boy] I have...

Bret.

- Oh. Hi, Mr. Schaffer. - Call me Terry, buddy.

Sit down. There's something I wanted to talk to you about.

You guys go off, watch your movies, tell me the details.

I wanna know your favorite.

Okay.

So... Debbie tells me you're a writer, or you want to be one?

Yes. Yeah, I'm-I'm writing a novel.

Amazing.

Maybe you and I should go talk about that at lunch or something.

I'm always looking for new young voices.

Our business needs that.

The movies need that.

I've always had my eye on you, Bret.

[clicking]

Steven!

Steven, what the... What in the fuck are you doing?

Debbie asked me to take pictures of her guests.

She wants to make a scrapbook.

You know Debbie.

Bret and I are going to go to lunch, talk about his future.

Will you put it down on the schedule, okay? Le Dome.

Sure thing.

Yep, yep.

Thanks, Mr. Schaffer...

Terry.

Where is my husband?

Oh.

Hi, Mrs. Schaffer.

I asked you a question.

Where is my husband? Have you seen him?

Yes, he's-he's down by the pool.

Who was my husband with?

Uh...

- I don't know. - You don't know?

Was he in the bushes, sucking some young guy's dick?

Or did he proposition you?

[Steven] Liz, have you been hitting the wine coolers again?

You seem very tired. Let's put you to bed.

You can go, Bret.

Okay.

Good night, Mrs. Schaffer.

Wait. Why? You're not staying for the movie?

I've already seen it.

Don't you walk away from me, you little asshole.

Where are you going? You gonna meet him upstairs?

I've known you since you were ten years old.

- Don't you dare walk away from me! - Liz, enough.

I'm putting you to bed now. You can take your night-night pills.

[sobbing]

[clicks]

[? "Crimson and Clover" playing]

?? Now I don't hardly know her ?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[heavy breathing on phone]

Your mom is a psycho.

[Debbie chuckles]

Ignore her. I do.

Are you staying for the movie?

No, I've already seen Continental Divide.

I wanna get home, do some writing. Unless you had another idea.

I thought you'd never ask.

?? Yeah ?

?? My, my, such a sweet thing ?

Wow. Babe.

You got muscular this summer.

Oh, you know, push-ups, swimming.

[Debbie chuckles]

Oh, I get a full striptease.

Mm-hmm. Mmm.

[Bret] Debbie always came fast.

Within minutes, she could thrash out an orgasm.

[Debbie] Don't tease me.

[Bret] It took barely anything to make her come,

and this was happening now.

- [Debbie squeals] - [both laugh]

[Bret] You have to remember, being gender fluid was not something

that was allowed back then.

You had to be two people, which was fucking exhausting,

and you had to compartmentalize.

My relationship with Debbie was my public persona,

and my relationship with Matt Kellner was my secret, forbidden one.

Did you hear there's a new kid starting school? Isn't that weird?

Uh, why is that weird? Who cares?

It's just weird if someone enrolls in senior year.

[Matt sighs]

Whatever.

That's all you ever say, about anything.

"Whatever."

You smoke too much pot, Matt.

You're officially the class stoner. Did you know that?

Whatever. [chuckles]

Why don't you socialize, Mattie?

Why didn't you come to Debbie's party tonight?

Well, I told you. I just wanted to, you know,

hang here and listen to the new Elvis Costello album.

And get high, Matt. So tedious.

You're so smart, but you don't let anybody in.

Well, we're friends, right?

Only when I drive over and we fool around in the shadows.

You have lost potential, Matt.

I'm worried about you.

[chuckles]

- I'm the most real person in that school. - [both laugh]

And you know it.

I think we should stop this.

Stop what?

This.

You don't need to say that.

Well, I wouldn't want you to think that I don't care.

No, I don't think anything.

I don't think anything.

What happened to the aquarium?

Uh...

I don't know.

You don't know why your aquarium is empty?

No, I came back the other day and noticed all the fish were gone.

- What are you looking for? - My bong.

And here it is.

All right.

What happened to the water?

I don't know. My mom usually takes care of it.

Do you think maybe the cat got them?

[laughs] You think Alex ate all my fish?

[Bret] I don't know.

Maybe we'll never know.

[Bret] Why?

Well, the cat's missing too.

- Not this time. Yeah. What about last week? What about last week?

Last week... Last week, I wasn't feeling okay.

[laughs] Okay. It's always an excuse, dude.

- Okay. - Hey, check it out.

Gracias.

[weatherman] It's gonna be a warm one for the next week, I'm betting two.

You'll see here we have a high of 82,

and the Santa Anas are at least letting us cool down to 71 at night.

Now, back to Jessica for the morning report.

[Jessica] Some disturbing news this morning in the Southland.

The body of a teenage girl was found yesterday morning

on a tennis court in Woodland Hills.

The body and identity of the young woman have not been released,

and police refused to comment pending an investigation into the homicide.

Viewers will remember that, last summer,

the body of a missing girl, Katherine Latchford,

was found in a dumpster in Redlands.

That case remains unsolved, and police decline to comment at this time

whether the abductions and murders are related.

[siren wailing]

What's wrong?

Did you see the mascot statue, what someone did to it?

[Susan] Yes, I talked to the principal about it.

It's just some stupid prank by a kid at Harvard or something.

Klonopin?

Sure.

[bell rings]

[laughter]

- Babe, what'd you get? - Croissant and ham.

- I just wanna smell it, honestly. - [Bret chuckles]

You can have one.

Why does my stupid mother always pack me p�t� for lunch?

I just call it "pad thai."

She knows I'm dieting. She's trying to sabotage me.

P�t� is not on the Beverly Hills Diet.

- Want it? - I do.

- Sure. - Oh, Thom, you don't want that.

- You look great. - [Thom] We can't always get what we want.

I am not eating any more fat for six weeks straight.

It just gets more round if you continue to eat fat.

[Susan] You're gonna pass out.

To try and more angularize the side profile.

[Susan] Of your boobs?

[Debbie] Can I smell a chip?

[Thom] You can take one.

[Debbie] I just wanna smell it.

[Susan] She thinks that this works.

[Debbie] Have you noticed that ever since I cut fat,

my tits from the side are more angular?

- Look. - Yes.

[Bret] You should know I smelled him before I saw him.

It was cedar and sandalwood,

as if he had just walked through a forest of citrus.

[Debbie] Did you get a designer capsule?

- Oh, hi. You must be Robert Mallory. - You must be Susan.

- Principal Croft showed me your picture. - The one on his desk...

[Robert] From the yearbook.

I was just in Principal Croft's office.

He told me I should come say hi.

So, hi.

[Bret] He wore black leather pants

like a second skin with his school blazer.

I was rendered speechless. I couldn't believe it. It was him.

The magical, mystical boy I saw at The Shining a year ago.

[Susan clears throat]

Hi. Bret.

Nice to meet you, Bret.

- You wanna join us? - I'd love to.

[Debbie] Come on.

So, Robert, where do you come from?

- So, I'm-I'm from Chicago originally. - Okay.

[Bret] Robert laid out his background for us

as if it were a job interview he needed to pass.

The last time he'd been in LA for any sustained length of time was

ten months ago when he came out for the holidays and stayed with his aunt.

Wait. So, why are you living with your aunt now?

[Robert] Okay. It's a funny story,

but I got kicked out of my previous school that I was at.

[Bret] Funny and smooth.

His parents were divorced. His mother had then died in a tragic accident.

His father wanted to send him to a military academy,

but his aunt intervened, suggesting Robert relocate to Los Angeles and live with her,

and she would enroll him somewhere for his last year of high school.

Have we met before? At The Whiskey or The Odyssey or something?

I'm not much of a club guy.

I never forget a face.

[chuckles]

I don't really know anyone in LA. I don't go out much.

Did you not bring lunch?

I forgot. I guess first day jitters, right?

[all chuckle]

Do you... Do you want half?

On one level, Robert was intriguing enough to make me forget

- about the griffin streaked with gore. - Sure, thank you.

He was one of the most charming people I'd ever met.

The other thing I gleaned was that he was a complete and utter liar.

Oh, I know where I saw you.

Last summer, did you see The Shining

at the Village Theatre when it first came out?

No.

Are you sure? I'm positive I saw you there.

- Really? - Positive.

[chuckles]

Really? You're positive?

Why would you remember me there?

Did I say something to you or...

No, no, you just left an impression.

I haven't seen that movie.

Well, I'm almost positive I saw you.

In the theater. On a Saturday.

It wasn't me. [laughs]

[chuckles] Weird.

Very weird.

[bell rings]

- That was wacky. - Hmm, saved by the bell.

- [Debbie] Nice to meet you. - [Robert] Nice to meet you all.

[Susan laughs] Oh.

Bye, babe.

[Susan] Have you guys heard of the water ride?

It was nice to meet you, Bret.

You too.

- Good afternoon. - [students] Good afternoon!

Let's start the first assembly of the year

by welcoming Senior President Susan Reynolds.

Susan.

[cheering]

Stop, stop. Thank you.

Whoo!

- Hello, Griffins! - [cheering]

I'm so proud of this girl.

[Susan] And hello to my fellow senior class.

First of all, I just want to say thank you to everyone

who voted for me as your student body class president.

We have a very exciting year ahead of us.

Don't forget our Thanksgiving fundraiser

following the last football game before the holiday.

Let's support our varsity team.

[cheering]

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah. I know.

[Bret] It became clear to me after our second introduction

that Robert Mallory was like a virus.

A new kind of insidious, invading agent

who was here to destroy the very cellular structure of my friends, my school and me.

He was up to something. And it was up to me to find out exactly what that was.

[engine starts]

[? "Bad Boys Get Spanked" playing]

[tires screech]

[increases volume]

[tires screech]

?? Don't you ever think about The consequence? ?

?? Guys like you never do ?

?? That's the kind of stuff That whores are made out of ?

?? That's the kind of stuff That floors are made out of ?

?? You know ?

?? Bad boys get spanked ?

?? Bad boys get spanked ?

[tires screeching]

[revving]

?? You don't listen, Do you, asshole? ?

?? Don't be a punk All your life ?

?? Someone's gonna Sort you out ?

?? They'll try to make a man Out of you ?

?? Now say, "Yes, sir," Say, "No, sir" ?

?? Say, "Yes, ma'am," Say, "No, ma'am" ?

?? You know, don't ya? ?

?? Bad boys get spanked ?

Shit.

[tires screeching]

[horn blaring]

?? Bad boys get spanked ?

Shit.

?? Ooh, ooh ?

?? Get spanked ?

?? Get spanked ?

?? Ooh ?

?? Come here, get spanked ?

Fuck you.

?? Get spanked ?

[thud]

Fuck you!

?? Come here ?

?? Get spanked ?

[tires screeching]

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

[? music stops]

[tires screeching in distance]

Oh, hey.

Hey.

That was you, right? Following me?

I wasn't following you.

I was heading to the Galleria, and I happened to be behind you, I guess.

You were in the Porsche?

Yeah, that was me. I was just fucking with you.

Hmm.

I don't like being followed.

Yeah? You don't like being followed?

Yeah. Freaks me out.

What are you doing here at the mall today?

Shopping for some school clothes.

What brings you to the Galleria on this Tuesday afternoon?

There's a lot of hot girls.

I was gonna see a movie, but I realized I've seen them all.

Which one? The Shining?

You sure you weren't there? I know I saw you.

Dude, you gotta let it go. It wasn't me.

Pretty sure I saw you, dude.

I haven't seen that movie.

What were you talking to Matt Kellner about today?

Oh, yeah? You saw that? You guys friends?

Is that innuendo?

He seems like a very confused guy.

You know, the kind of guy who could use a friend.

What? He's just very laid-back, very easygoing. He's a pothead.

Interesting.

Is Thom Susan Reynolds's boyfriend?

Um...

Yeah.

How long have they been seeing each other? How long have they been dating?

[Bret] About two years.

- So, it's serious. - Very. Why are you asking me this?

Because she's hot. She's quite the little honey, don't you think?

[Bret] At that point, I couldn't breathe.

At that point, I needed to get away from him.

Hey, Bret.

Yeah?

I've just figured something out about you.

What have you figured out about me?

When you talk to me, you're really talking to yourself, dude.

[Bret] After the upsetting car chase

with Robert Mallory on that sweltering and fateful September afternoon,

I remember I went home and popped on the local news.

...investigation of a Valley Village girl

found brutally murdered earlier today.

[Bret] What I learned that day made my blood run cold.

The city had become paralyzed with fear.

...might link to the murders of at least two other young women.

Questioned about the suspect's identity, investigators-

[Bret] Margo Tyler had been missing since June of that year

and her body was found behind a local Tower Records.

She was his third victim. There would be countless more.

The serial killer hunting young people

was nicknamed by investigating officers as The Trawler.

Suddenly, the epidemic of missing pets made sense.

He would use them in a satanic way.

He trawled for victims effortlessly, like a fisherman casting a wide net.

Thus, the catchy nickname.

We'll continue to bring you more as it comes in.

[newscaster] Thanks, Jeff. At the moment, things continue...

[TV turns off]

[phone ringing]

[man groaning] Oh, my God. Oh, no.

Hello?

[groaning]

Oh, God. [screaming]

Hello?

[screaming continues]

Help me.

[sobbing]

[whispering] Help me. Please, help me.

Hello?

[whimpering] Please, help me.

Oh, my God. No, no.

- Hello? - Help! Help!

[? rock music playing]

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