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♪♪

-Good morning, everybody.

It's Tiffany, and guess what day it is?

It is my first day of senior year, and I am so excited.

Over the summer, I was extremely busy with my dad.

We went on a couple trips,

and it was just lovely to spend time with him

and connect with him.

But now that I'm back, I have a lot of goals.

Hey, everybody. It's Tiffany.

This week at school it is Spirit Week because it's homecoming.

And today is a theme day of wearing pajamas.

So I'm wearing this beautiful matching set that my dad got me.

And I'm really excited for all the other days.

We've got some really cool themes coming up,

and I will be doing outfit reveals

and streaming all of it this whole week.

Hey, everybody. It's Tiffany.

Yes, it is spooky season, officially.

I have been making so many snacks, so many treats.

And tonight I'm doing a huge group costume

with all my friends.

There are a lot of soccer players.

We all organized it,

so all my friends will be showing up to our party

as soccer players and I, yes, me, I am the referee.

Hi, everybody. It's Tiffany.

Oh, you guys are already joining.

Hey. [chuckles]

Yes, I am all dolled up because tonight is prom.

My beautiful boyfriend, Eric, is about to come pick me up,

and I'm very excited.

We're gonna do a little dinner before, head to the venue,

and just dance the night away.

Okay. Logging in.

I got in.

I got in, I got in, I got in, I got in!

Oh, my God.

Dad, Dad, I got in. I got in.

Oh, my God!

-[Warren] You did it, princess.

I knew you could!

-Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Mount Chester University, here we come!

Oh, my God!

Wow. I just finished rehearsal for graduation.

We just did our whole little walk-through.

And it's such a surreal feeling to be graduating.

And I just... I just can't wait.

I cannot wait for my life after this moment.

♪♪

[vehicle door closes, engine starts]

-It was a lot of fun.

- Yeah. - Big mess.

But I'll take care of it.

All right.

I'm all partied out. You two kids take it from here.

-Thanks for the party, Dad. It was amazing.

-Oh, anything for you, princess.

Uh, you guys wouldn't be happen to going to the beach club

for that big party tonight, would you be?

-Uh, how did you know about that?

-Come on. It's my job to know everything!

-Yeah, we were planning on it, if that's okay.

Of course!

Want to take the car?

- Dad, you did not! - [laughs]

Oh, my God, it's... it's gorgeous.

Well, you deserve it.

You've been working hard, great grades.

And you need it at school next fall.

-[Tiffany] Thanks, Dad.

Oh, my God, everyone is gonna die when they see it!

- All right... there you go. - Thank you.

-I'll let you two kids have fun.

- Eric? - Yeah.

-Take care of my princess. Right?

- You got it. - Have a great night.

All right. - Love you, Dad.

- I love you, too, honey. - Thank you so much!

-I'm gonna leave the porch light on for you.

- Okay. Bye! - Bye, guys.

-Yeah. Thanks, Mr. Clarke.

Oh, my God!

-[Eric] Are you kidding me?

-What?

I... I cannot believe that he did this.

-Yeah. No, he went all-out. This is insane.

I got a handshake from my dad.

-[chuckles] Yeah, he's my big oak tree.

No. Come on, let's go. In, in, in!

Ahh!

Oh, my God!

- Start it up. - Okay.

[engine starts, revs]

-[Eric] Oh, come on. Come on.

-Oh, my gosh, I'm so excited over here.

Oh, my God!

-♪ Stepping over the edge ♪

♪ Catch your shadow, your reflection ♪

-Are you ready to make everyone jealous of us tonight?

- Yeah. Sure. - Oh, my God.

-Are all those followers just gonna be so heartbroken?

[chuckles]

♪♪

-Guess what I just got?

-Yeah, she's got me. Hi.

-Yes, I've got you, too.

But check this ride out. I mean, come on!

And he's cute, too. So, yeah.

-Hey, babe? Babe?

- Whoa! - [thud]

-[tires screech]

[both breathing heavily]

What the hell was that?

♪♪

Okay. Hey. It's all right. It's okay.

I'm good.

♪♪

♪♪

-[gasps]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

♪♪

Eric, Eric... I didn't... I didn't mean to do that.

I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to do it.

I didn't mean to do that. - Somebody's coming.

- No, no, no. - It's okay.

-Eric. Eric! Let go of me. Let go! No, no, no, no.

♪♪

♪♪

[car door slams]

[breathing heavily]

[cellphone ringing]

[breathing heavily]

[ringing continues]

Damn it.

-[Jake] Hey, yo, Tiffany, you coming?

It's dying out pretty quick in here.

You're about to miss everything.

I'm on my way.

[exhales sharply]

-[laughs] This is great!

-If you say so.

-Oh, speaking of boyfriend, I told you he would text me.

-How come I've never seen this boyfriend?

-Because some things are kept behind closed doors.

-Okay. [sighs]

Where's Tiffany tonight?

Out saving the red panda population or something?

- Nah, she's on her way. - Okay.

-Well, she really shouldn't make you wait.

I mean, I wouldn't.

-[scoffs]

- Hey! - Hey.

- Yeah, I knew you'd show up. - Where'd everybody go?

-Well, they left. I told you it was thinning out.

-I'm gonna head out.

♪♪

-Oh! Oh, hey, hey. Come on. You're underage.

-Lacey said it was okay.

-Come on, killjoy. It's all in good fun.

-Go home.

-I'm so glad you graced us with your perfect presence.

-Come on. What is your deal with me, huh?

-Deal? Oh, there's no deal.

I'm just overjoyed that you took time away from social media

flaunting daddy's money.

Oh, I'm sorry. Your "charitable" ideas.

-Hmm. Would my time be better spent working my way

through Alpha Beta Who's the Next Guy?

-[scoffs]

Yeah.

Prissy, little bitch!

-Hey.

Ooh. That's not good.

- [glass shatters] - [laughs]

Yeah? All right.

-Oh, hey, hey! What a night we're having, huh?

-Yeah, let him save you, just like daddy always does.

And you, you fucking simp. - Simp?

-[groaning]

Come here!

[glass shatters]

What?! Haven't had enough yet?

- [glass shatters] - Aah!

♪♪

[Tiffany groaning]

No!

♪♪

♪♪

- [Tiffany] Get off me! - [coughing]

Eric!

[panting]

♪♪

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

♪♪

-Yeah. Yeah. So, who's the simp now?

♪♪

- Let her go. - Go home and sober up, okay?

-This isn't over.

-You come at me again, you'll regret it.

-[snorts] Whatever. Move!

-Oh, look at you.

Sure did some damage with those.

-Yeah. I know.

Screw it. Two shots.

-Yeah! Hey! To the champ!

[cheers and applause]

-♪ Look at you ♪

♪ Hands up if you wanna move ♪

♪ Hands up to the roof when I count to three ♪

♪ Hands up to the roof if you're b-a-d ♪

♪ I know you think I'm special, yes ♪

-Hey! Get into it! Ah!

Ah-ooh! Whoo!

[cellphones ringing, chiming]

Ooh! Ah!

Hello? Party's here!

What are y'all looking at?

-Greg? Greg?

That's Trish.

What the hell is she doing?

What the hell is this?

[suspenseful music plays]

♪♪

♪♪

- Trish! Are you in there? - I'm a little busy right now.

-Dude, it's okay if your boyfriend doesn't exist.

We've all been there.

-I-I do. I do have a boyfriend. I'm with him right now.

-Okay, dude, whatever you say.

♪♪

[cellphone beeps]

♪♪

♪♪

Hey, Trish?

Are you okay? Trish?

-No, no, no, no, no! Aah! [screaming]

[screaming continues]

[coughing]

[both gasp]

[blood squelches]

♪♪

♪♪

- [panting] What... - Oh, my God.

♪♪

- Did anybody call the cops? - Yes, I'm on it.

♪♪

[door creaks]

♪♪

-There's a murderer on the loose.

How do you feel? Do you think she's dead?

How did he do it? Who's the murderer?

Who do you think the murderer is?

I'm trying to get to the bottom of this.

This is an investigation ongoing as of now!

-Kiki. Kiki, please! Please. No!

♪♪

♪♪

[door rattling]

♪♪

Please!

I didn't do anything. I don't... Aah! [panting]

♪♪

♪♪

Please! Please! I didn't do anything.

No! Please, please, please. Please.

No! [crying]

[knife whooshes]

[gagging]

[knife twists]

[coughing]

♪♪

[blood gushing]

[birds chirping]

-What's up, guys?

Welcome back to my channel.

Greg here, where crime is cringe

but my content isn't.

So, Lacey and Trish, completely slaughtered.

So not a slay.

The police are in their clueless era,

which I don't understand

because the kill was literally livestreamed.

But don't worry. I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

-So, can you tell us what do you plan on doing on campus today?

-Well, as of right now, the campus is on lockdown.

Nobody's coming or going until it's lifted

unless it's a medical emergency, and then we'll get...

-Bullshit!

Is there a killer on campus who's bloodthirsty for clicks?

-Greg, didn't you graduate?

Aren't you, like, 30 years old? - 27!

And I just love seeing your filler... I mean face.

-You need to leave the investigation

up to the professionals. - I'm the voice of the voiceless.

-Oh, God. I don't have time for your games.

Go call your mommy.

-Yeah, I already did. She says hi.

-Take care of this.

-Okay. Send your minion after me.

- Let's go. - Nice, big shot!

- Go home, kid! - I'm 27!

-Hey. Detective Brick.

-Hey. Thanks. That kid was relentless.

-Yeah. Hey, look. I need to ask you some questions.

-Okay. But you got to keep up.

-Oh, and don't forget to tell your friends

to subscribe to all of Jake's social-media pages, too.

Follow his journey to the pros!

Yo, playboy.

-Out of here.

Man, y'all got a whole season this year.

Y'all do some community work or something.

-Yes, sir!

-[Greg] Whoa! Get out of the way!

Just learned how to do this. I don't know how to stop!

I stopped. I stopped.

Don't worry, subscribers. I'm here. I'm queer.

And the truth is near. Greg out!

-[Jake] Greg, what are you doing?

-Just trying to lighten the mood.

Come on. You all are thinking it.

-Can you just try and tone it down a little?

-Tone it down?

You should tell that to the comment section.

Did you see what people were writing

when it was actually happening? Brutal.

- Jesus Christ. - [Greg] No pun intended.

-That's insensitive. I actually have to save lives.

-Well, maybe we can save some together at the morgue.

-Greg, shouldn't you be more, I don't know, mature?

-I'm 27.

-Eh, pushing 30.

-You're pushing retirement.

I need confirmation of deaths.

-Alex Jones, what would you like to tell us now?

-I'd like to say that I'm a different Greg.

Okay, you guys, I've changed.

This summer, I went backpacking throughout Europe,

and I really got in touch with my roots.

-What roots?

-You should ask that to your hair stylist.

Do you guys even know what "Greg" means in ancient Greece?

-[Jake] No.

-Of course you don't, because you're just a football player.

- It means watchful. - Bingo!

Got an A-plus in ancient history right here.

-Okay, Greg, what are you trying to say, man? Spit it out.

-Not to impede on my investigative journalism.

This will bring in so many subscribers to my channel.

-Yeah, except we all saw it, on-screen.

-Yeah, and that video already cracked over a million views.

Tits, ass, and blood...

The Holy Trinity to bringing in subscribers.

-You're sick.

-Careful. You're the T&A in this equation.

-Do you like having teeth in your mouth?

-Sometimes.

Speaking of teeth bashing, how's that hand?

You ice it after that bar brawl?

- She started it. - True.

Tell me more about your deep desire to rid the world

of assholes in the most public, beautiful, and violent ways.

-[Jake] Leave it alone, Greg. Just leave it.

-Okay, I don't have time for this.

I have to go home and get my livestream ready for my kids,

which is important.

-I figured they would have canceled that event.

-Well, they haven't canceled it yet.

♪♪

-[Dr. Machar] It was an accident. You panicked.

It's a natural human reaction.

-I just feel like Eric moved on,

and he's in his own little world,

and I'm just, like... stuck there.

-Well, everybody deals with traumatic events differently.

How's your sleeping?

-I'm waking up with some tightness in my chest

and the sweats.

And, um, sometimes I drift off and replay it all again

in my head.

-That would be the post-traumatic stress disorder.

From your social media,

looks like everything else is going better in your life?

-That's the only reality I can control, so...

-I want you to listen.

You have started a program to help underprivileged kids.

You are giving kids educational opportunities and sponsorships

for a better life.

You shouldn't let your past define you.

[alarm rings]

And that's our time.

So... I'll refill your prescription.

Okay?

-Proloft? Same dose.

-Yeah.

Also, if you see Eric, give him my best.

[birds chirping]

-Hi, fighters. It's Tiffany.

I am so excited for our event this weekend.

This is the official...

- You editing Tiffany's video? - Yeah.

-Let's see.

-[Tiffany] Little fighter T-shirts...

-No, get rid of that CGI bullshit, okay?

I want the real raw emotion. - Yeah, I got it.

-And that green screen? Trash. Cut it.

-Look, the sooner I can get this done,

the sooner I can get the hell out of here.

So, if you want me to change anything else,

please get it out now. - I'm sorry.

Where do you think you want to go?

You don't want to hang out with the underprivileged youth

of America? Show them a fun time?

Or even better, figure out who's the Mount Chester Mangler?

-The Mount Chester Mangler.

-Mm-hmm. Thought of that myself.

I was also thinking of... "Shatterface."

I just didn't know if it was too... meta.

-Yeah. No.

It's badass, but to be honest with you, I can't really indulge

in your true-crime, paranoid, investigator bullshit right now,

especially if you still think Covid-19 was a hoax.

-Uh, rewind. Never said it was a hoax.

What I said was the media perpetuated it

through fearmongering propaganda,

and Big Pharma swooped in and profited.

-You gave me Covid three times. It does make sense.

- Exactly. It wasn't a hoax. - Hey, can we talk?

-Yeah.

-Dr. Machar sends his best.

-Give me a break.

-You were doing so much better when you had someone to talk to.

-I had you to talk to.

-I couldn't function, okay?

I needed a friend... not a boyfriend.

-Yeah. What about Jake?

You function with him.

-You know Jake is a friend.

-[scoffs] Yeah. Does he know that?

-You know, I actually thought we should probably add

a disclaimer to this video.

Something like, "Killer on campus. Enter at your own risk."

Which is kind of what I'm doing with this conversation.

-No, this is great. Please stay.

-Hey.

So, what'd I miss?

-Nothing.

-Some great news...

I actually pulled off that sneaker donation.

- That's awesome. - I know, right?

Greg, I may actually give you some credit on that.

-Uh, um, the promoter canceled the kids' visit tomorrow. So...

-Oh. I'm sorry. I know how much that meant to you.

Look, we can still do something.

It doesn't have to end like that.

-I'll still, um, get your video done.

- Gotta go. - I'll go with you.

-She's really great.

-Yeah. Yeah, she is.

-And I think she feels the same way about you.

Lunch?

-Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great.

-No, no, no, you keep working. You got to fuel up.

What do you want?

-I don't know. Just give me one of those wraps.

-Wrapping on it.

-Thanks.

[knock on door]

-[Detective Brick] Dr. Machar?

- Yes. Can I help you? - Detective Brick.

Time for some questions? - Uh, in reference to?

-Oh, I'm sure you heard what happened

at the college the other night.

-Yeah. That was a horrible tragedy.

-Certainly is. That's why I'm here.

I got a question about one of your patients.

Do you still see Tiffany Clarke?

-Yeah. I'm sorry, but that is, uh,

doctor-patient confidentiality.

I'm sure you already know.

-Okay. Let's keep this simple, then.

Night of the murder,

she and one of the victims got into a big fight.

-[Dr. Machar] Really?

-So, help me out here.

-[sighs] I don't know.

-All right, Dr. Machar, this can go two ways.

One, I go get a subpoena.

I come back, bring you in for questioning.

Call the media. Make this a big deal.

Or you just help me out.

Call it giving a little peace of mind.

-If what you're asking me is if I thought she was a threat,

the answer is no.

If I did, I would have reported it by law.

-Hm. All right.

How long have you been seeing her?

-[Dr. Machar] A few years. Now, look. I'm sorry.

I would love to help,

but I cannot violate my patient's trust. Okay?

-Okay. Get it. Here's my card.

You think of anything that could help me out, you let me know.

[cellphone buzzes]

Hello? I'm on my way.

-Is everything okay?

-It's confidential.

-[Tiffany] Hi, fighters. It's me, Tiffany.

Hi, little fighters, it is Tiffany here.

I am so excited for our event coming up very, very soon.

This is our official Tiffany's Little Fighters T-shirts,

and if you attend, you'll get one, too.

At this event, we're going to have a...

[suspenseful music plays]

♪♪

-Aah!

[grunting]

♪♪

[panting]

♪♪

[groaning, panting]

Aah!

♪♪

-Aah! Aah! Aah-aah! Aah-aah-aah!

Aah-aah! Aah-aah! Oh, my God!

-[Eric] Go, go, go, go, go, go!

[both panting]

-I just wanted to eat.

-♪ 'Cause I know, babe ♪

♪ I know ♪

-How many lotions does one need in the bathroom?

-Take a video.

How about this one, Tiffany? Hmm?

♪♪

♪♪

-Anyway, I gotta go.

I still got that phone call with the shoe donation.

-Well, that means a lot, Jake. Thank you.

-Yeah. No problem. Anything for you and the kids.

-And post.

You know Jake has a thing for you, right?

- What? - I was literally standing

in front of him in a bikini, and he was staring at you.

- Jake's a friend. - Mm-hmm.

-Oh, I'm already up a thousand likes!

[cellphone beeps]

♪♪

-Eric?

- What? What is it? - It's Eric.

- Let's go. I'll drive. - Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I got your bag. - [Cameron] Yeah.

- Yeah, just got to the hospital. - [Smith] Detective Brick?

-I'm going to go check him out. Let me call you back.

-I came as soon as I got the call.

[panting] I found this in the hallway at the school.

-Tiffany Clarke.

- How do you know? - It's my job to know.

I got some questions. Let's go ask them.

-I'm glad you're okay.

My shift's in an hour anyway, so I'm just gonna clock in early.

Stay safe. - Okay. Yeah.

-Well... Well, you are lucky.

-[Eric] It doesn't feel like it.

-There you go.

Just sit tight.

-Pop this on. You need it.

-Where did you get this?

-A journalist can never reveal their sources.

So, Cameron went to the morgue? Is that right?

- Just... - I'm just...

-[Eric] Please do not. Can you? For five seconds.

-You guys. You guys. Okay? I need these photos.

You don't understand the views it'll bring to my page.

Look. Look what the blood brought in.

- [Tiffany] Greg. - [Smith] Where there's chaos,

I can always count on you to be around, Greg!

-Mm-hmm.

I know you. You're that detective

that big-timed me.

-Yeah. It's Detective Brick. You want to explain to me

why this photo was at the crime scene?

-This photo was taken in high school. I don't know.

-[Detective Brick] Yeah. So who wants to hurt you?

-Don't answer that.

-Quite the bar fight you had last night with Lacey.

-I won't be talking anymore until I have my lawyer.

-[Greg] Yeah, that's her daddy.

Real daddy, not sugar daddy.

-You do what you gotta do.

But you're all on my radar.

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter in background]

-I'll be right back.

-Where are you going?

-I'm thirsty.

-Right.

-For knowledge.

-Why was there a photo of me at the crime scene?

-Does somebody know something?

♪♪

-I don't know.

♪♪

-[humming]

[door closes]

[suspenseful music plays]

-[Greg] Cameron!

-Greg... what are you doing here?

-Listen. I need to get to the morgue.

Finding answers there will bring me one step closer

to a Nobel Peace Prize. And you're the only one

who can help me get there. - And what makes you think

that I'm willing to risk my future career here

just to help with your research?

-Think about what this story will do to both of our channels.

Okay? We'll become like true-crime heroes,

subscribers for centuries.

-Well, no one's gonna let you in there dressed like that, anyway.

-Dressed like what?

-Ew. Dirty scrubs. Really?

-Ew. Dirty pics to the entire football team

while you're in a relationship? Really?

-Whatever.

Just take elevator "B" to the lowest level.

Take a right. You'll see the signs.

-Thank you.

I haven't seen anything. I promise.

And I'll shout you out in my next video.

-If you get caught, I don't know you.

- New phone. Who dis? - [door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

-[bartender] Another?

-Excuse me. Can I get a tequila neat, please?

-Absolutely.

-You went through my mailbox.

That is illegal.

- "Illegal." Coming from you?

-All right, I'll talk.

-Hm.

Good, 'cause I'm just a little curious.

What's the relationship between you, Tiffany,

and that bank account?

-Listen.

Warren Clarke just wanted to keep his daughter safe.

Okay?

He wanted me to be his eyes while she was at the school.

He told me that he would pay me handsomely to reassure her

and give her anything that she needed.

- Here are those drinks. - Thank you. That's good.

- Get this out of your way. - [Dr. Machar] Thank you.

-Anything she needs, huh?

- Yeah. - Like pills?

-That's as much as I can say, okay?

I'm sorry. Doctor-patient confidentiality.

-You took a bribe to whisper sweet nothings

in a little girl's ear and numb her with pills.

-I was trying to make her feel safe.

-You need to redefine what "safe" means.

-All right. Look.

She told me that she was in a car accident

when she was in her teens.

It took her nearly a year to tell me about it,

and I tried to find information about it myself, but I...

-Let me guess. You found nothing.

-Yeah.

-Why don't you stick to what you do?

I'm a detective for a reason.

Because I go look for things, I find it.

And I found that that bank account paid off

an Honorable Jonathan Riley four years ago.

-You think that...

-Oh, I ain't gonna discuss that with you.

-Wait. Look, please. Let me help, okay?

Come on. Let me help.

-You have done a disservice to you,

your profession, and that little girl.

-Yeah. You're... you're right. I'm sorry.

Okay, I am so... sorry. Right?

-Sorry. Why are you apologizing to me?

You weren't lying to me for the last four years.

♪♪

[door opens]

[suspenseful music plays]

[door creaks, shuts]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Oh, visual confirmation.

♪♪

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

Duck!

♪♪

[footsteps approaching]

-[man] Oh, yeah.

Break time.

♪♪

- What? Fuck this, fuck this. - [man] What are you doing here?

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Okay? I needed a safe place to go.

You're doing a great job cutting everything up. I just...

I'm gonna let you get back. I won't tell anybody about that.

-Get out of here!

-Five-second rule. Science-approved.

[door opens, closes]

You guys. Oh, my God!

- No! - Yes!

- What did you find? - Death confirmed on Trish.

-Why did you doubt all of this?

The media confirmed the deaths already.

-Why wouldn't I doubt it?

Now all I need is confirmation on Lacey.

That is how a good investigative reporter does it, my friends.

You can't believe the media.

-She's dead, Greg. You gotta leave it alone.

-Fake news.

Now go... before the rent-a-cops find me.

[sighs] - [engine starts]

♪♪

[bottle rattles]

[suspenseful music plays]

♪♪

-No, no, no, no, no!

[groaning]

[vehicle approaching]

[Greg cheering]

-You guys, my video is up to a million views.

[cellphone chimes]

Give me the phone.

[suspenseful music plays]

Who was that?

♪♪

-That was Tiffany's therapist.

-He was your therapist, too.

-What am I missing?

-Um, we need to get a group together.

This is not safe.

-Yeah, yeah, I agree, but, um, I need to go home

and make an apology video to the kids first.

-What? You need to go home? No, you can do that here.

- This means a lot to me, Eric. - Okay. Yeah, I understand that.

But you don't need to go home for that.

I'm coming with you, at least. - No.

-I'm not letting you out of my sight.

Not after that. Are you serious?

-[Greg] He has a point.

-Okay, look. I will be back at the studio in one hour, okay?

Make sure you get Jake and Cameron there, okay?

-Whatever.

-Let's get going. [grunting]

Don't speed.

Why are none of my pictures uploading?

[engine starts]

You good? - [Eric] Yeah.

-Look, I'm sorry if you think I'm doing too much, okay?

I'm just trying to let people know. All right?

The cops aren't telling us shit, and we have lives to save.

-Yeah. Okay. Well, what do you want them to say exactly?

I'm sorry.

Do you want them to post dead bodies on social media?

-I mean, if they're not gonna, I will.

Hey, wait. There's a killer on the loose.

What's up, everyone? Welcome back to my channel.

It's your boy, Greg.

Now, before we get into the nitty-gritty,

if you could smash that "like" button and hit "subscribe,"

it'll kill me if you don't. Okay.

The body toll keeps rising,

and I am here to confirm that Trish is no longer with us.

[computer beeps]

Ooh, a comment.

"Shut up, you mouth-breather."

Okay, say that to my deviated septum, asshole.

[computer beeps]

Oh, Nurse Cameron, what do you got to say?

9 "Stop inciting, freak!"

Hey, Cameron, why don't you go take another photo shoot?

Have fun. - [computer beeps]

Oh, okay. Third time's a charm.

Please be nice.

"Shouldn't you have graduated already?"

You know, it's called furthering one's education.

Okay, back to business.

Tonight we are meeting at the communications building.

There is power in numbers. So be there or be...

- [computer beeps] - What is this?

[panting] Eric?!

-I'm not going on your show, man.

-No, Tiffany's on my show, man.

-Yeah, she's doing that thing for the kids.

-No, she's being live-streamed.

Get over here now! Come on.

[suspenseful music plays]

Call her, call her. - Yeah, yeah, I'm doing it.

-[Tiffany] Hey, guys,

I'm so sorry that we had to cancel our event.

But don't worry, friends.

I will make sure that the next time we're all together,

it will be memorable. - [cellphone buzzing]

Hey. What's up?

-Hey, you got to get out of the house.

You're being live-streamed. Someone's there with you.

We can see you. Hey, can you stay on the line?

Can you hear me? Tiffany?

God damn. Don't hang up on me.

-Call her back.

[cellphone buzzing]

♪♪

Get away from the closet. Damn it!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I don't know. Why did it go black?

- Okay, well, yeah, fix it. - I'm trying.

- Fix it! - I'm trying.

-[breathing heavily]

[camera thuds]

♪♪

-I'll call the cops.

♪♪

-Fuck! Damn it!

-Fucking old reliable.

♪♪

[door creaks]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- [clatters] - Aah!

[panting] - [doorknob rattling]

♪♪

[rattling continues]

Oh! [panting]

Jake! - Yeah!

-Someone's in the house.

- Here? - Yeah.

I don't know. I think someone's in the house.

-Nobody's here.

- [Tiffany] No! Jake! - Aah!

[Tiffany screams]

No, no, no!

[yelling]

-[groaning]

-Aah! Aah! Help me!

-Raahhh!

-[panting]

Oh, my God.

- Oh my God. - [groans]

-Oh, my God, your shoulder.

- I'm fine! I'm good. - Are you sure?

I'm good, good.

I'm good. I'm good.

- Okay. - [both panting]

-What the hell?

-What is that?

-Wait. [groans]

♪♪

[groans]

♪♪

-Oh, my God!

♪♪

♪♪

-What the hell, Tiffany?

-Okay, we need to find Eric... now.

Let's go. Come on.

- [groans] - Come on.

[cellphone buzzing]

-Who is it?

-Hello?

-[Jake] Hey, man, it's Jake. Tiffany's okay.

We're headed to the communications building.

-We'll meet you downstairs.

- [Jake groaning] - Come on.

- Are you okay? - Yeah. Are you good?

-That looks so painful.

-Don't touch me.

- [Eric] You're okay? - Yeah. I'm good.

- You're not doing that again. - I know. You saw that?

- Yeah. - No. We're good.

-And where did you come from?

-Cameron told me to check up on her.

-Oh, yeah. And you were just in the neighborhood?

-She was worried about her, and so was I.

- Bullshit. - Okay. Eric, stop.

If it wasn't for him...

-Let's put the testosterone away, okay?

Let's go back to editing bay.

Hut!

-Let's go.

-Don't they say that in football?

-Detective Brick? Tiffany's been attacked.

- Where? - [Smith] At her place.

- Stay here. - Hell, no.

I'm going with you.

-You have other officers working?

-Of course not. The campus is on lockdown.

-Then stay here. I work better alone.

-Look, we need to regroup

because none of this is making sense.

And I have a new piece of information.

[Tiffany] Good.

-Look. After what happened, this link was sent out.

It's a livestream.

-Okay, well, who else got the link?

-Probably all of us.

[footsteps approaching]

- [gasps] - Oh, my God!

- Cameron. - Jake, that shoulder's a mess.

-Yeah.

- I'm sorry, Jake. - Don't be.

- I'm just glad you're all right. - Here, sit.

- [groans] - Here, take your shirt off.

You're lucky it's not so deep. - Yeah?

-This link was sent from my account.

-How is that possible?

-I don't know if somebody's trying to set me up.

-Why?

-I don't know. Why would I incriminate myself?

-Maybe you fuckheads are doing all this.

-We're not.

[computer beeps]

You guys, you guys, get over here!

Get over here!

[cellphone buzzes]

It's rent-a-cop.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪♪

♪♪

-[gasps]

♪♪

Why are you doing this?

♪♪

♪♪

[yells] - [gun fires]

[all gasp]

- Fuck, yeah! - Okay.

-Confirm the kill!

♪♪

♪♪

-[gasps]

[coughing]

♪♪

[knife wooshes]

♪♪

-It's over. That's it? Can you fix it?

Is there something wrong? - There's nothing I can do, man.

This is intentional. Shatterface is bulletproof.

So, we're shatter-fucked.

-Okay. My phone isn't working. Greg, try your phone.

Is it working?

Any of the phones working, no? - No, none of them.

-Why is this happening?

-I'm sorry, but they gotta know.

-[Greg] What?

-The person behind all this left a note for Tiffany.

-What did it say?

-It says, "Your secret is safe... for now."

-What secret?

♪♪

-It was a long time ago.

And... I was young, and I... and I was... I was foolish.

My dad had just given me a car, and...[crying]

-You don't have to do this.

-I do.

♪♪

♪♪

I was driving.

And I hit something...

A little girl.

I killed her.

She was only five.

-I never heard of this story in the news,

and I Google-searched you.

-I just graduated, and... I was about to start my life.

And I didn't know what to do.

I was an emotional wreck, and I...

And my dad told me that he would fix everything,

and then I'd be all right.

-Great. So we're just some damn pawns in a revenge tour.

-So, what happened to calling the cops?

-I wanted to turn myself in, okay?

I did, but my dad told me that I would lose everything.

And since that day, I have been trying to make it up.

-Well, you see where that got us, huh?

-We're done with this interrogation.

We're done. - [computer beeps]

-Um, you guys, Shatterface is back.

Commence revenge tours.

♪♪

[footsteps approaching]

-[groaning]

♪♪

-Well, we have to do something... now!

-Tiffany!

-I don't want to be Shatter-faced, too!

Wait up!

-[panting]

♪♪

♪♪

-Get in here! Come on.

[gun fires]

Aah! Oh!

Jake!

-[Greg] Confirm the kill!

Take the creepy mask off.

-It ain't moving.

♪♪

- [groans] - [yells]

-[Jake] Move, move, move!

-Oh, Eric!

♪♪

Oh! - Let's go! Let's go!

- Get in! - Let's go!

♪♪

♪♪

-[Jake] Hey! Hey! Hey!

-Guys, guys, get in, get in! Fuck you!

[insects chirping]

- [Cameron] Shit! Are you okay? - Yeah. Just give me...

Give me something to stop the bleeding.

Put a tourniquet, something. I just need to wrap it.

-Did you get hit in the head with a football

one too many times?

How do you not know the difference

between a dead body and a live one?

-I thought it was dead!

-Listen! No one gets up from two shots to the chest

unless they're wearing body armor.

-Thank you, Detective Obvious.

Clearly, Shatterface is bulletproof.

-Someone get me up out of here. We need to move.

-[Greg] Come on, All-American, help him up.

-Uh, let's just make a run for it.

-Yeah, let's go back outside and Kumbaya with a killer.

-What's your strategy, then?

-We're going upstairs. We're not staying here.

-[Greg] Come on.

- [Tiffany] There. - There, there, there.

-[Eric] Right here, right here, right here, right here.

-What?

[computer beeps]

You guys, you guys, Shatterface...

-[distorted voice] Tiffany, you tried to bury your secrets.

This is the real you.

-Show yourself or go fuck yourself.

-As for your friends,

they're all going to pay for what you did.

I want you to make the ultimate sacrifice.

I want him.

I want you to suffer loss just like I have.

I'll see you soon.

[computer beeps]

-See? Now it just doesn't make sense.

Why does he want Eric?

-Because I was with Tiffany that night.

-Well, that's a big missing piece of the puzzle.

-We got your back, whatever it takes.

- Let's set this fucker up. - How?

-For every livestream, location is tracked.

-Yeah, they know we're here.

So, this is where we should make our stand.

This is our end game.

- End game? - We can stay here and fight,

or we're gonna get picked off if we're running around.

[computer beeps]

-[Jake] I-I thought she was dead.

-Did you confirm the death? No.

We need to confirm every kill.

-We have to go help her.

-Well, exactly how do we do that?

I mean, our phones aren't quite working.

-I could go downstairs.

Yeah, I'll check the junction box.

That would work. Right? - [Tiffany] No.

-Yeah. No, look. We know where Shatterface is, right?

They're not here anymore.

If I'm gonna fix anything, it has to happen now.

-Hey... you're the best roommate I've ever had.

Be safe.

-I'm the only roommate you're ever gonna have.

- Eric... - What?

-Be careful. Okay? I need you to come back.

-Hey. Yeah, I'm coming back.

-Okay.

-Stay here... please.

♪♪

-You're not going anywhere.

You got hit in the head pretty hard.

- [Brick groans] - I'll get Officer Smith back.

And if it's a setup,

I got something for that sadistic ray of sunshine.

-Hey, you...

You ever use one of these?

Look, one in the chamber. I fired two downstairs.

You have 13.

-My dad used to have something just like this.

I'll bring it back.

-Be safe.

I don't need anything happening to you.

-I got you.

-Can you pull it up, up here? What are you seeing?

-Locked and loaded.

Let's shatter this fucker.

-What the fuck?

♪♪

♪♪

[electricity crackling]

♪♪

♪♪

[Eric yells]

-Okay, okay.

-Look, I broke this off a paper cutter.

- Flimsy. Put it back. - Fine.

Okay, I saw somebody make an ax out

of this stuff on social media. Guess it can work.

-Let me see 'em. Look. Put it at a 90-degree angle.

Long one down. - [Tiffany] Okay.

Flip the cord. Did it look like this?

-Yeah, but not as good.

-It's called a war ax.

- A Lorax? - A war ax.

You've never heard of a war ax, Mr. Conspiracy?

-No, I haven't. I'm sorry, Miss DIY.

[computer beeps]

Here we go.

-[Cameron] Jake! Jake! Watch out!

I'm going out there.

-I'm not letting you go, Lorax or not.

-That's my meal ticket out there.

If you don't move, I'll shove this thing up your ass.

-Don't threaten me with a good time.

-Move!

-Cameron... be careful, I guess. Shit.

-Oh, God damn. How...

How did this shut off again?

Damn computer.

-It's not working?

-Shatterface keeps messing with it.

Let's go to the editing bay. Let's try in there. Come on.

♪♪

♪♪

-Aah! Aah!

-I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone else.

You're recording right now, aren't you?

You're not going to stop, either?

Well, come on, then!

- [Cameron] Jake! - Stay there!

Get the fuck off me!

Aah! Aah!

-Aaahhhh!

♪♪

Aah!

-[gasping] Oh, my God. No, no!

[wailing]

-[panting]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-[Brick] How tall is she?

-She's like 5'2".

-There's something wrong with this.

- What do you mean? - The point of view is off.

The person who attacked me was a lot taller,

a lot bigger than that. So, that means...

-There's two Shatterfaces.

We're double-fucked.

-Got this.

-We're dead!

-We're good. I'll get you out of here.

We're gonna get out of here, okay?

We're gonna be fine.

♪♪

♪♪

[outfit crinkling, bones cracking]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-[panting]

♪♪

♪♪

[clattering overhead]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[gasps]

♪♪

[computer beeps]

-Oh, shit.

♪♪

We're being toyed with.

-What do you mean?

-Shatterface squared wants us to find out

if Cameron's really alive or not.

And we will in the student lounge.

-Where is that?

-Upstairs.

-No, you stay here.

-No, I'm coming with you.

-Okay. Easy, 007. Are you like a walking armory?

Do you got one for me at least? - No. Okay.

Can you show me how to get over there?

Run quickly... - Heads will roll.

-Put it down.

Now.

Sit down.

- We need eyes. Okay? - All right.

See that screen? - Mm-hmm.

-You see something, scream.

All right, show me the way.

-So, you're armed with a gun and I'm armed with a scream?

♪♪

♪♪

-Stay behind me.

♪♪

-[panting]

♪♪

[rattling]

♪♪

-[inhales, exhales sharply] Okay.

Come on, Greg. You know how this is gonna go.

Be smarter. You're safe in here.

No, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go.

Be a man!

Okay, okay. [breathing heavily]

You took karate in seventh grade.

You know how to kill someone, okay?

This is for the Nobel Peace Prize. Let's do it.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Cameron?

♪♪

Cameron?

[gasps] Oh, my God! [panting]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Confirmed! Confirmed! Confirmed! Confirmed!

-Tiffany? Come here. Tiffany, now eyes on me.

Eyes on me. Hand on my right shoulder, please.

- Okay. - Stay on my shoulder.

Okay? Let's move out. Stay with me.

Stay with me. - Okay. [crying]

-[breathing heavily]

♪♪

Confirmed.

Aah! [groans]

No, no, no! No!

[groaning]

[groaning continues]

[gagging]

[neck twists]

♪♪

[thud, blood squelches]

-Stay on my shoulder. I'll get us out of here.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪♪

Stay here.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-[gasps] Oh, my God! [wailing]

-I'm sorry, kid.

You're next. Go.

Go! Move! - [panting] Oh, my God.

-I'm coming for you. Now!

-Jake? Oh, my God.

-Can you take care of him?

- Yeah. - Cameron's dead.

- Yeah. - I can't... I can't do this anymore.

-Computers are still down. Come on. What is this?

-Let's go. Come on.

Arm, arm, arm. Let's get up.

Ugh! Okay. And step.

Aah!

-Shit! Don't move!

[gun fires]

[Jake, Brick groaning]

-[Brick] What the hell?

♪♪

[punches landing, Brick groaning, coughing]

-Take the mask off, would you?

We're done.

♪♪

♪♪

-[Brick] What the... ♪♪

Run!

[gun fires]

[body thuds]

- [panting] - [Brick groans]

-That's enough, Lacey. It's over.

-It's over when I say it's over, stepbrother.

-Stepbrother?

-My mom, his dad... it was a thing.

♪♪

-[groans]

-[Lacey] Show her.

-[Katie] You want to play tag?

-[Lacey] Well, we're gonna do our dance,

and then we can go get ice cream, okay?

And then maybe we'll play tag. How does that sound?

Good? Yeah.

-[crying]

-[Jake] But not this time, okay?

-Your tears mean nothing to us.

What really sent us over the edge

was your blatant disregard for human life!

A human life that you took, and now you pay.

♪♪

-Aah! [wails]

-She's been through enough, Lacey!

This was never part of it.

-The killer developing feelings for his prey... how special.

-Stop!

-What, were you gonna fucking marry her

and have murder babies?

-Can we just end this?

-I would love to.

-We'll stream her confessing everything and then post it.

This was never part of the plan.

- Plans change! - No!

-Ho, ho! You're just like your father.

You'll do anything to protect your image.

-Lacey, stop!

-He uses money. You use children.

And I don't know what's fucking worse!

-[Tiffany] No!

Aah! - Lacey, stop!

-You can't chill out for one damn second?!

-I'm coming for you, bitch!

-Ah!

-Help! Jake and Lacey are the killers. Help me!

-But this is the killer.

Get out!

Walk!

-I found him wearing this.

I did it.

-You found the real killer, Mommy.

-I did!

- "Mommy"?

-Eric didn't do this shit. She's trying to set him up.

-Careful. That's our mother you're talking about.

-Your mother, remember?

Dad did say never to trust you.

-Jake, what are you doing?

-You tried to take me out twice.

Like for real!

-And you wouldn't fucking die.

-You... Aah! Aah-aah!

Why?

-Because real family would have protected her.

We'll take it from here.

- [knife clicks] - Aah! Oh!

♪♪

♪♪

-Did I do good, Mommy?

-Yes, you did, baby.

-Now let's finish this.

-You killed your own brother.

-Stepbrother. And he fucking deserved it.

-My beautiful, little girl? She had her whole life.

And you took it from her!

-You know, she used to hold my pinkie

when she was falling asleep? - [vehicle approaching]

-Dad! Aah!

- Get away from her! - What are you doing here?

-I got a call that you were in danger.

-[Smith] Yeah, that was me. [laughs]

You're gonna want to hear this, too.

Your daughter murdered my sweet, little girl.

She's gone.

And we were never the same. - Raahhh!

-They took me off the streets.

They said I was too erratic.

Threw me in the basement to digitize their records.

If it wasn't for this file being put in the wrong place,

I would have never known.

The file was all wrong.

It said Katie fell, hit her head, and died instantly.

Nooooo!

-Smith, what is this?

-He ruined my life.

-You're fired!

-[Smith] Our lives.

And so here we are.

-Look, I'll give you anything. You just let her go. Please.

- Tell her. - Tell her what?!

-You know exactly what! Tell her!

-Aah! Aah-aah!

-Hey, hey! Stop, stop, stop! I'll tell her.

Fine. I'll tell her. - The floor is yours.

-Judge needed the money.

He was a compulsive gambler.

Tiffany, it... It didn't take much convincing.

-I would have turned myself in!

-It was the only way to save you and Eric.

-[Smith] And now look where we are.

- [gun fires] - Aah-aah-aah!

[Tiffany] Dad! Oh, God!

-You are finally going to get what you deserve.

-So are you.

-Ha ha! I am going to tear you apart!

-Get her, Lacey!

-Let's go.

♪♪

[Lacey laughs]

♪♪

♪♪

-[groaning]

♪♪

♪♪

- No! - [gun fires]

-[Tiffany] Eric!

[Eric coughing]

-Lacey!

Mommy's here, sweetie. Mommy's here.

- Eric. - [coughing]

-Oh, baby. Mommy's here.

♪♪

♪♪

You ruined my family!

-Hey, rent-a-cop?

[gun fires]

Are you okay? - Yeah.

-Okay. You got them?

-Yeah. Eric, Eric? Lift your head.

Lift your head.

I got you. I got you. I got you. I got it. I got it. Okay.

You're okay. - [Eric panting]

-You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

-Hey, Tiffany?

How do you want this to end?

-I did it for Katie!

♪♪

♪♪

-I'm done.

♪♪

It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna be okay.

- I'm sorry. - Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

I got you. I got you. I got you.

I'm so sorry. - I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry. - I'm sorry.

-It's okay.

♪♪

-♪ 'Cause I know, babe ♪

♪ I know you ain't going away, someone else ♪

-Let's go. Fighting stance. Last one of the night.

All right, show me what you got.

One-two. One, two. Over. Yes!

All right.

One-two again. One, two. Yes!

Over, over, over.

Okay. Keep dancing, keep dancing.

All right. One-two. One, two. Over.

Whoosh! All right.

One-two. Boom! Yeah!

Over, over, over. Yes! Good job, guys.

All right, we're all done for today.

Here's your goodie bags.

-Hey, Tiffany, let's take a photo.

-No. That's okay. Um... why don't we

just put the phone away and enjoy this moment?

Here's your goodie bag.

All right. And I have your goodie bag, too.

Right here. There you go.

Where did you get that?

-From my backpack.

-That's okay.

It wasn't supposed to be in there.

You have a good night, okay?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[mask thuds]

♪♪

♪♪

-♪ Shattered glass screams in the night ♪

♪ Who’s behind the mask, who turns on the light? ♪

♪ Blood runs cold in the digital streams ♪

♪ Wake up, your life isn't what it seems ♪

♪ Fingers tap keys, death takes a bow ♪

♪ Masked faces laughing, can’t stop it now ♪

♪ Friends fall like dominoes, whispers in the air ♪

♪ Can’t trust the silence or who’s standing there ♪

♪ Shattered glass screams in the night ♪

♪ Who’s behind the mask, who turns on the light? ♪

♪ Blood runs cold in the digital streams ♪

♪ Wake up, your life isn't what it seems ♪

♪ Run, run, but the walls close in ♪

♪ Your breath, your pulse, your fragile skin ♪

♪ Every corner a camera, every move a stage ♪

♪ Who wrote the script? ♪

♪ Who set the cage? ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Shadows creeping, walls are bleeding ♪

♪ Picture frames, cracking hearts receding ♪

♪ Eyes on the screen, feed the fear, feed the fire ♪

♪ Your dreams caught in razor wire ♪