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What the hell is the matter with you?

You told me this was what you wanted.

I never said anything about killing people!

I would never be OK with that.

And Chance?

- I didn't kill the secretary. - What?

I didn't kill the secretary. You did!

After you caught him having an affair with her,

you killed them both and made it look like a murder-suicide.

At least that's what Van de Moortel will relay to the DA.

Kurt's on point on the case.

I don't know, Hetty. I hate to say it,

but it sounds like you're fucked on this one.

You fucking monster!

Yeah well, maybe

but I'm not going to spend the rest of my life in prison,

like you.

Unless...

you sign all of your newly inherited shares of the company

to me.

Rest in peace John.

You said you loved me.

Yeah, well, I lied.

But you were one really good fuck,

so I'm gonna let you live.

Look at that. Silver linings. Be good.

After missing for over two years,

Nenuphar McBride surfaced last night

in a gun fight with police at Odd Ball strip club.

One person was killed at the fight, Peralta Myers,

another of the missing women of Rosewood.

A third suspect, an unidentified woman, has escaped and is still at large.

I have two guests with me in the studio tonight.

Shaun Matthews and David Alice.

What do you think of this, gentlemen?

I'm just going to say what everyone else is already thinking.

There is not and never was

a psychopath in Rosewood abducting women.

These women abducted themselves.

They abandoned their friends and family and their responsibilities

to go live off the grid and do Lord knows what.

I think that's quite a leap.

Even if Mrs. McBride and Mrs. Myers weren't abducted,

there's no evidence supporting the fact that the other women weren't.

Maybe they were brainwashed by their captor

or they could have developed Stockholm syndrome.

We're gonna go there.

Maybe Stockholm syndrome and maybe I'm Santa Claus.

But here's my thoughts on that, in my experience,

the simplest explanation is generally the correct one.

David, that's because you're so simple.

Thank you so much for your opinions, gentlemen.

Let's call someone in the public and see what their opinion on the matter is.

Where are we?

Please, help me get out of here.

I need more drugs. I hurt so bad!

Fuck!

The men... All the men here...

These missing women,

they're not dead or kidnapped.

They're criminals.

I want you to go take a good hard long look at the mirror

and ask yourself if you're in the right line of work.

How did I find out about that before you did?

What the hell am I paying you for?

Get out!

It's okay, you'll be fine.

I'll be okay. I'll just follow your lead.

You folks are ready? Let's go. Right this way.

Well, good evening ladies.

Fuck you, murderer!

Yeah, among other things.

Let's have ourselves a little chat.

Where are these Vigilantes hiding?

Fuck. You.

Here's the best part of my job.

You motherfucker!

We got a little fighter here.

How fun.

The harder they are,

the better they break.

Unfortunately, I don't have much time.

I gotta stop an interview.

But you will bleed

for your cause.

So you gonna make me prove that I'm serious.

OK!

First, I'm gonna kill your little cellmate.

What?

Then,

I'm gonna start taking body parts.

I've never seen her before.

She's not part of us.

They're gonna hurt me again!

Let her go.

Where is the base?

Go fuck yourself.

Stand by. Stand by. Hold on.

Hold on.

Is that information worth her life?

And who do you think you are

to be the judge of that?

Do it.

I'm sorry.

I've been waiting for you so long, Jim.

It's the end of the road, Hetty.

Seems like we're at an impasse.

Have a seat. I saved it for you.

Still beautiful as ever.

And I can't say I'm not flattered by all the effort here.

The heart wants what it wants or it doesn't give a damn.

Come. Sit. We have a show to watch.

Not many men

get a front row seat to their own apocalypse.

Yes. I think it will be quite the show.

5,

4, 3

Hi! I'm Miranda and welcome to Miranda Reports.

I would like to welcome Mayor Hawke

or should I say senator-elect Benjamin Hawke.

Welcome to the show.

Thank you.

Thanks for having me.

You're just as pretty as your sister.

She was a sweet little ass.

She was above my fucking pay grade.

But don't you worry.

I got my share.

The things that I could do to you

if you release me.

Really?

Like what? What are you gonna do?

You wanna fuck me?

Do it. Go ahead fuck me.

Kill me.

Do something, you sick fucking

perverted psycho.

I got a feeling

you wanna play rough.

I like it rough.

Show me what you got.

Tonight,

I have a terrible confession to make.

I've been associated with...

Oh my God!

Eyes on the shooter!

Nobody fucking move.

Put your fucking guns down.

Wait... Santa Fe?

Santa Fe Walden?

Yes.

I am Santa Fe.

I didn't shoot senator Hawke, but he deserves to die

and so does Jim Argent, and these two motherfuckers.

They're the ones who shot him.

- We're Hawke's security. - Oh really?

Well looks like you fucking failed

at your job. Or did you?

I was right here the whole time.

The shot came from over here. You shot him.

Shut the fuck up before I make you!

You were ordered by Jim Argent to shoot them,

because they were about to reveal the truth about all your bullshit.

I see we've both been working.

You sure know how to spoil a girl.

That's what I always loved about you.

And all the shit talk that we talk about Nenuphar,

it makes me sick.

She got sacrificed more than us and she did it all for you.

You wanna fuck with me?

She's a fucking hero!

I'll kill you with my bare hands and then I'll fuck you.

How about that?

Motherfucker!

You think she liked leaving her family?

You think she didn't love her kids?

You think she didn't love her husband?

What?

Cat's got your balls?

Nenuphar and the girls saved me!

Now you gonna die

and I'm gonna fuck you!

Yeah, it'll be better.

Not so tough now!

Your little plan's failed.

Failed?

No.

I have everything I want.

This has all been a lie.

We've been lied to from the beginning.

Open your eyes, people.

Look at the world you live in.

Are you proud of it?

Can you look at yourself in the mirror?

You all,

we all, sit on the sofa on our asses and we judge.

And we have shitty opinions about absolutely everything.

And we live in a society where it's somehow acceptable

to step on other people to buy us to the top.

The people who do help us,

we mistake their kindness for weakness.

It's time we start living our lives with fucking dignity.

If we see injustice, we should stand up for what's right.

These men have to be stopped.

They have too much blood on their hands.

I hope I shook at least one of you

out of your complacency.

I'm sorry.

That's for my sister.

I have to go.

You guys wouldn't want to endanger the life of a hostage

on live television, now would you, motherfuckers?

That's for me.

Chet, you copy?

These fucking bitches are up my ass, get the plane ready.

Fuck, the whole plan was fucked,

But I did it. I got our story out.

Fuck! Goddamn girls!

Stop the car. I'm going to shoot from here.

Go, go, go, go!

I got it, Santa Fe.

Take a shot!

Goddammit!

You're alright, dude?

Just fly the fucking plane, Chet!

I'm offering you a fresh start.

This new world will have to be birthed

from the bellies of women.

Together, we will eradicate the old model

and build a more stable, equal and just world.

Violence is inevitable.

We have a whole network of women ready for combat.

They have worked on their fears.

They are free from their lives of subservience,

and they are not frightened by the challenges lying ahead.