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[waves crashing]

[distorted toy winding]

[message dings]

[suspenseful music]

[crickets chirping]

[message dinging]

[clock chiming]

[message dinging]

[distorted static]

- [Desmond] We're doing this?

- [Clive] Are you serious?

We've been through it many times.

- [Desmond] I'm nervous.

You know, first time and all.

- [Clive] Just fucking-

Shh.

Trying to figure out what to say to him.

- [Desmond] Okay.

- What? [Desmond shouting]

- [Doug] What the hell is going on?

What?

Jesus Christ.

Who tied me to this chair?

- We tied you.

Doug, we tied you to the chair.

It's fine.

- Is this some sort of weird prank?

- Um, kind of.

- Is this a-

Is there a joke I'm missing?

- No.

- I, um. [sighs]

This is awkward.

- Why?

- Look, honestly, we thought you were gonna stay unconscious

for way longer.

- What for?

And what's with the weird Tom Cruise robes?

- Look, we're here to murder you.

[crickets chirping]

[laughing loudly]

- Bullies.

It's just a joke, right?

- Well, actually, yeah we are actually,

legitimately, here to really murder you.

- And Taylor.

- What?

- [Both] Yeah.

- What?

- Well, look, it's a long story, to be honest.

- Well, I'm a captive audience.

- Sure.

And I don't wanna tell you.

Um, so.

- Right.

Least you can tell me if you guys murdered anybody else?

- No.

- So, I'd be the first person in this long story?

- Yes. - Mm hm.

- You do realize you'd be

murdering a black guy first, right?

- God, no.

What?

- This is, like, the oldest stereotype in the book.

- Stereotype?

That's not-

What writing?

- I've known you guys for a while now

and you're both fucking racists.

- Go get fucked, we are.

- Whoa, whoa, hey.

Ah, that's incorrect, sir. - Fucking racists.

- We are not. - That's assumption.

- We are not racists.

- Yes, but you're murdering the black guy first, right?

[both sputtering]

- [Clive] No, what?

You're confused because actually there's a, uh, a plan.

- [Desmond] That there is 13 steps in the plan.

- Yes.

And the plan is racist.

- [Clive] What the fuck?

No.

- [Desmond] You're talking-

No, no.

This is not a race thing.

- [Clive] Yeah, black lives matter, idiot.

- [Desmond] And.

You've got a white girlfriend so I don't even know

what you're talking about.

- Well, you're not really a making

a good case for yourselves.

- [Clive] It's the plan.

Huh?

- You do know what racists always say, right?

- [Clive] Oh, I dunno.

What do racists always say, huh?

- That it's.

That they're not racist.

- [Clive] Sure.

We can't fucking win, can we?

- [Desmond] Well, what does that give us then?

I don't.

- Sorry to be an inconvenience for you.

You know.

My colonizers here.

- [Clive] Oh come on.

Colonize- What?

That is racial.

- [Desmond] You've crossed a line.

My nads hurt.

- My Hispanic grandmother was, is, was not even on the boat.

So.

- [Desmond] And it's not even relevant to this situation.

- [Clive] No, no. Not relevant at all.

- You white demons.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Put me, trapped me here.

Tied me down. - Racist now.

Tellin' you what.

- Now you're tryin' to kill me and my girlfriend.

- You know what, I've got things to do.

- And that fact- - So, actually if you'd just-

[man screams]

- [Desmond] Are we racist?

- Fuckin' get his keys and go inside.

[keys jangling]

[distorted suspenseful music]

[keys jangling]

[latch clacks]

[Taylor screams]

[Taylor screams]

[Taylor sobbing gibberish]

[Taylor shrieks]

[Taylor moans]

[killers grunt]

[hands clap]

[upbeat electronic music]

[melancholy synth music]

- I'm seriously still trying to work out

how this has happened.

- Hey, don't.

- But someone's doing this.

Someone planned this.

When this kind of stuff happens,

it's usually spousal or drug-related.

That's not what this was.

- I know.

But, maybe it's not time to talk about it.

- Yeah, but then when else?

Someone did it right.

So why wait until the trail gets cold?

[footsteps plodding]

[heels clicking]

- How you doing?

This is all nuts, right?

- Mm.

Nuts.

- Yeah, I'll, uh, leave you to your thoughts.

[heels clicking]

- Brenda's fuckin' cat.

[heels tapping]

- How you doin'?

- I'm fine.

I mean, you know, everything.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- You?

- I don't know what to think.

- Mm.

- How does something like this happen?

- A psycho.

- Yeah, maybe it was psychos.

- I just said one psycho.

- The police just aren't doing anything.

It's been nearly a week.

Why haven't they brought anyone in?

- Hey these things.

They don't get solved over night.

They take time.

Like months, years.

- How long is it gonna take?

Just analyze some shit and find the fuckers.

- Yeah find 'em.

- Unless it's like a domestic situation

where the killer's the husband,

I don't think it's that easy.

You know?

Or, if it's like drug dealers, then that could take years.

- I don't think they're drug dealers.

- No, this is a full on murder.

They, like, tied him to a chair and stabbed him.

And then they hunted her in her house.

This isn't an argument gone wrong.

- Um, yeah.

I'm not trying to start an argument, I'm just.

I'm saying, it isn't simple.

You know, clearly this is fucked, so,

it's not someone that they know.

- Knew.

- What?

- You said know.

- Oh, whatever.

Look, the cops are probably doing some CSI shit right now.

Right? You know.

Analyzing and enhancing and-

And they're all probably top people in their field.

Otherwise, they would be in our fields, right?

- Yeah, Clive's right.

- Right.

- [sighing] I just don't want it to go on forever, you know?

You hear about these cases that go unsolved

and I don't want that for them.

They deserve an answer.

Justice.

- Yeah, they'll get it.

We just have to be patient.

[grunting]

- Isn't this a little weird?

- It's fine.

- We're at a wake.

- Well, you know what they say,

funerals are aphrodisiacs and all.

- They say that?

- Yeah, sure, whatever.

[grunting]

- Have you ever thought about us?

- Huh?

- I don't know.

We've been doing this for a long time.

- We only just started.

- No, not this.

You and me.

- Oh.

- Why don't we make it public?

[scoffing]

- Not this.

Just.

Why are we always so secretive?

- Look, I just.

- Are you ashamed of being gay?

- No.

- Weird parents or somethin' like that?

- Is this really the best time that

we could be talking about this?

- Oh when else are we gonna talk about it?

It's the only time we're ever alone together.

[grunting]

I just.

I wanna know that I'm more than just this to you.

I mean, if we're gonna be together, we should be together.

- Look, I just.

[cries out]

Oh.

Fuck.

[phone buzzing]

[groans loudly]

- What are you?

Are you gonna?

- Sorry, but I, I gotta go.

- Of course.

[footsteps plodding]

- You rang?

- Well, Brenda has some ideas.

- What about?

- Well, they must be planning to strike again, right?

- What do you mean?

- Whoever did this clearly had a reason.

You don't just randomly kill two people like that

unless you have a plan.

- Well.

- That feels a little alarmist.

- It wasn't random.

It was planned.

They definitely had a reason.

And they're, probably, planning something else.

- Why would you say that?

That's awful.

[sniffling]

[cars driving]

- [Sarah] "If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well

it were done quickly:

if the assassination could trammel up the consequence,

and catch with his surcease success; that but this blow."

[scoffs]

The fuck does that even mean?

Hey, uh, don't mean to be rude, but,

I've got this space for another hour.

You still there?

Weirdo.

"If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well

It were done quickly:

if the assassination could trammel up the consequence,

and catch with his-"

[slow clapping]

[suspenseful music]

Hello?

[heavy footsteps]

[Sarah shrieks]

[footsteps pounding]

Go away.

[killer shouts]

[footsteps thundering]

[Sarah sobbing]

What are you doing?

[Sarah screams]

- Man, look how much hair got caught

on the double-sided tape.

- Don't, don't.

- What?

- Don't leave it here.

- Why?

- 'Cause it's your DNA.

- Right.

Maybe we should get, like, some of Tom's DNA?

Leave that around?

Hmm.

What kind of a killer do you think Tom is?

- What d'you mean?

- Like, would he be art-y?

- Art-y?

- Hm.

Like, should we leave a word or something?

- Oh.

Spell out Satan in intestines.

- Yeah, but backwards.

Yeah.

Natas.

Then they could do it, like, the mirror thing where

they hold the mirror up and it spells it.

- We could leave, like, a symbol.

- Like drums?

- No.

I've got it.

You made it too long here.

You have to go straight and then the bell end at the end.

[sighs]

- Right.

- What are you doing?

It's too long.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, it needs to be shorter.

- You could be helping.

- I'm helping by telling you how to do-

If I wasn't doing this, you'd be fucking it up.

I mean, you are fucking it up.

- So, I need to make it shorter then.

- Mm.

[muttering]

- Is this too short then?

- Hold on, it's-

- What are we going for here?

Long or short?

- We're just going for a...

- Look, I can make balls.

But then, I've gotta make, like, one bigger than the other.

And then, what, what is this?

Is it just gonna be, like, a concave sort of a thing?

- Yeah, I guess, it's just a bit of a-

- That's not.

[sighs]

It's not gonna read.

- One ball bigger than the other's fine, though.

I mean, that's, that's real.

- That's, that's, yes.

We're gonna do this, let's do it properly, you know?

[liquid splattering]

[gagging]

[vomiting loudly]

[vomit splatters]

- Aw, fuck.

[dry heaving]

Fuck.

- [Desmond] Come, let's just stick to normal murder.

[heaving loudly]

[belch echoing]

[water running] [pots banging]

- Got an idea.

- Mm?

- We should make a Facebook group.

- Why?

- Well, because, everyone would be really afraid now.

- Oh because of the murders.

- And no one'll wanna walk home alone.

- Mm hm.

- And if we make it, they won't suspect us.

- Suspect us of what?

- The murders.

- Right, yeah.

Cool.

What do we call it?

- Um.

- Walker.

- Texas ranger.

- Um.

Safe Uber.

Suber.

- Homecoming.

Is it working?

- No.

Homer Safeson?

- Walkin' pals.

- Um.

Edge of homorrow.

- The strollers.

- Homo erectus?

- No, I think we're not actually getting anywhere here.

- Right.

- Oh, hey.

- No, we don't need anymore suggestions.

- No, it wasn't that, but.

Shouldn't we be taunting Lauren?

- How does homo erectus make you think of that?

- I work fast.

Just keep up.

Come on, stay on point.

Shouldn't we be taunting Lauren?

- Why?

- Well, think about it.

I mean, in all the... films.

That's what the murderers do.

They turn it all into a big game and get into their heads.

And make them choose the next victim.

Shouldn't we do that?

Think about it.

I mean if Tom is the one who's doing all of this, then,

why?

- Why what?

- Why is he doing all of the murders?

- Well, um.

Because...

[dog barking]

Because he wants...

Fuck, I don't know.

- Well.

Maybe he's...

Secretly gay, um, and has

feelings, unrequited perhaps,

for his best friend, say.

And the frustration of all that is causing him to lash out

and commit murders.

- I don't know that is very plausible.

- It's not likely, is it?

[laughs]

But then, maybe, like, the confusion that he could be

feeling, um, about these feelings-

- Is this still the gay thing? - Which have been there

a long time.

He might not be comfortable with that as a label.

But, it's still.

- Maybe he's a cunt.

- Like...

- Like, a cunt.

Like, in school, he was a bully.

Like a real shit head.

And then he knows how to be all charming and suave

to the chicks.

But that inner bully,

cunt

- edness is still there.

- All right, I'm following.

And being triggered.

- Exactly.

So, because he's repressing this cunt-edness,

it's coming out in behavior.

Like murders.

- Right.

That makes sense.

Because he's a cunt.

- 'Cause he's a cunt.

- Just a secret...

cunt.

- He's just a secret cunt.

Why're you naked?

[crickets chirping]

[suspenseful music]

[Clive sobbing]

[melancholy synth music]

- There's almost two million people in the city.

And three people from our friend group

get killed in, like, a month.

That isn't a coincidence.

- Lauren.

- No, I still think this is planned.

It isn't random.

- Not always.

Not all killers need reasons.

- Doug, Taylor, and Sarah.

Maybe someone from our old class?

- Yeah, but who do you think we went to school with?

No, there were no Bernies in our English units.

- You never know.

People can get caught up in some weird emotions.

- Psychopaths don't feel emotions.

- Maybe someone who felt overlooked and powerless.

Maybe they still do.

- You're still saying this is deliberate?

- Uh, seven stab wounds in each victim so far, on average.

That's so deliberate.

Sloppy, but they meant to do it.

- So far?

- Sloppy?

- I think I'm gonna see what I can find on our old class.

Maybe we missed something back then.

- Or someone.

- Yeah, or, maybe, there wasn't, like, a neighborhood

psycho or a creepy teacher or, like, a-

- Or a lighthouse keeper.

- Maybe it was just some dick.

Some power hungry bully who just happened to kill

our friends first on his-

- Or her.

- Yeah, or her more-

- How can you be so sure?

- Where's the motive?

It's like you said, these things are always personal.

We don't have some big group secret.

Nothing we did last summer.

So it.

It doesn't make sense.

We're too normal.

- Yeah, normal.

- Normal.

- I guess.

- Why would anyone wanna kill us?

We aren't anything.

Are we?

[tense music]

[dog barking]

- [Kate] Thanks for this.

- [Clive] Yeah, no worries.

Safety in numbers.

- [Kate] Fingers crossed.

Just all so awful.

- [Clive] This walk?

- [Kate] [laughs] No, no, not the walk.

Everything?

- [Clive] Sure.

Yeah, yeah.

- [Kate] How does somebody?

I mean.

You know what I mean.

- [Clive] I know.

I dunno.

- [Kate] Wasn't really expecting you to have

all the answers.

- [Clive] Oh, well.

Glad to meet your expectations.

- [Kate] [laughs] Yep.

Met and exceeded.

- [Clive] Do what I can.

- [Kate] Ah, do you now?

[dog barking]

So.

- [Clive] So.

- [Kate] This is me.

- [Clive] Oh sure.

- [Kate] Thanks.

- [Clive] Yeah, no.

No worries.

Well goodnight.

- [Kate] Night.

- [Clive] Uh, hey.

- Yeah?

- I was just, um.

Do you wanna grab a coffee sometime or somethin'?

- Yeah, that'd be great.

Oh, but just as friends?

- Yeah. - I've.

I've just gotten out of something

and need some time, but.

I would love to get coffee as friends.

- Exactly.

- Well, great.

Well, send me a message and we'll figure it out.

- Will do.

- All right.

Night. - Goodnight.

[suspenseful music]

[mechanical whirring]

[shoes scuffing]

- [Clive] She's the perfect target.

- [Desmond] I know.

- [Clive] 'Cause she's known to the group,

but she's not part of the friend circle.

So, it'll look less like we're being targeted,

but she's someone that Tom knows.

I know we would be stupid not to do it.

- [Desmond] Yep.

- [Clive] Do you follow?

- [Desmond} Maybe you could go over it a couple more times.

[suspenseful music]

- [Desmond] Hey.

- [Clive] Be quiet.

- [Desmond] No, I've got a question.

- [Clive] Be quiet.

- [Desmond] How will we know when she's here?

- [Clive] Because we'll hear her walk in the door.

- [Desmond] Yeah, but what if-

- [Clive] If you keep talking, we won't hear.

- [Desmond] Do you think the inside of your cheek

tastes like tongue or cheek?

- [Clive] Fuckin' Christ.

- [Desmond] What?

- [Clive] Look, she's gonna be home soon.

If you keep talking, we won't hear her pull in.

If we don't hear her pull in, we won't know she's here

until she opens the door.

Which means she might hear us.

Then she gets ticked off, calls the cops,

we go to jail for murdering a bunch of people,

and we'll probably be on the bottom rung

of the power ladder,

so we'll be, like, trading cigarettes-

- [Desmond] Shh.

We won't hear her.

- [Clive] Fuck!

- [Desmond] This costume is hot.

Clive?

Clive?

Clive?

Clive?

Clive? - [Clive] Shut the fuck up.

- [Desmond] When will she be home?

- [Clive] Any minute now.

- [Desmond] So...

- [Clive] So, shut up.

[latch clicking]

[door squeaking]

[door latch clicks]

[water running]

- [Kate] What the fuck?

[door clattering]

- [Desmond] Oh my God.

[footsteps thudding]

[door slams]

[fist thuds]

[water running]

- Come on, come on, come on.

[phone ringing]

[Desmond thudding]

- Clive, how'd you turn out to do this?

I don't know what you're doing.

[flesh squelching]

[Clive gasping]

- Friends, huh?

[birds chirping]

- That one looks like a frog.

- Hm.

Oh yeah.

There.

It's like a witch riding a broom.

- Oh yeah.

Thought it was a cat.

- I like this.

- Hm.

Nice.

- Hm.

Just

you and me.

No one else.

I like it.

- Be nice, you know.

In front of people.

I know.

I just don't know why.

- But.

- But?

A lot of buts but not a lot of butt stuff going on.

- We are definitely in the middle of a park.

- Hasn't stopped us before.

I know you have feelings for him.

Clive.

- Wait, what do you-

- It's fine.

Don't understand it, but it's fine.

Have you ever told someone you love them?

- No.

- But you loved someone before, yeah?

- Yes.

- Yes?

- Well, I mean, as much as you can without, like,

telling them.

Them

telling you.

- Scary.

Isn't it?

Vulnerability.

- Yeah, it is.

- Maybe you should try it sometime.

[soft electronic music]

- I love you.

[water running]

[droning music]

- [Distorted Voice] Clive.

Clive.

Clive.

[tense music]

[knocking thuds]

[door latch clicking]

[upbeat groovy music]

- Hey, Nick.

Happy birthday.

- Doesn't really feel like it, does it?

- [sighing] Yeah, no it's a bit,

a bit rough.

And it seems a little weird that we're celebrating

after everything we've been through, but

just gotta keep moving forward, you know?

- I guess.

- Look.

I know you feel guilty.

Doug and Sarah.

Kate.

And Taylor.

Look, why don't you have a slice of cake

and enjoy yourself?

No?

- Look at Brenda.

She's not letting it bring her down.

[both laughing]

She's thick.

- Yeah.

So where's Lauren?

- Oh, she's got this board and red string.

Trynna work out all what's been going on here.

- Has she solved it yet?

- No.

I think she's more sad.

You know?

With all the murders.

- Oh what about the game on the weekend?

Did you win?

- You know what?

My religion forbids gamblin'.

You know that, right?

Didn't I tell you?

- Right.

- Hmm.

- Yeah, I'm just gonna go say hi to him.

- Yeah, enjoy yourself. With love.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Happy birthday.

- Kinda.

- Kind of?

The murders.

Right.

Yeah.

- Doesn't seem like the cops have a clue who did it.

- Yeah.

- Wonder who will be next.

- I'm

sure it won't be us.

- It's us now?

- Yeah.

Us.

Uh, so, did you get anything cool for your birthday?

- Dead friends.

- Hmm.

[Brenda scuffling]

[breathing heavily]

- Did you hear?

- What?

- Clive got taken into questioning about the murders.

- Are you okay?

- Uh, yeah, um.

I, uh, I didn't know where he was.

But I guess that makes sense now.

Is it something to be sent?

- There's no way he would do it.

- It doesn't make any sense.

But it makes so much sense.

- I mean he's a weird dude,

but I don't think he'd kill anyone.

- How brazen.

He's part of the group,

but he's, like, a secret cunt killing all of us.

- I don't think it's a secret.

Or a big secret, nonetheless.

[footsteps stomping]

[intense music] [door slamming]

[glasses smash]

[electronic scratching]

[droning note]

[Desmond sniffing]

[footsteps approaching]

- I, uh.

- Clive?

- Yeah.

He didn't do it.

- Yeah, but.

What are you gonna do about it?

- I dunno.

But, I just can't be here.

I got you somethin'.

[bag crinkling]

Made me think of you.

- What is that?

I don't have a bath.

[static crackling]

[dramatic music]

[papers slamming]

[clears throat]

- So.

Clive

Dickinson.

- Johnson.

- Johnson.

How you get yourself in a mess like this?

- Uh.

You knocked on my door.

- You think you're smart?

- [scoffs] No, I just.

I don't, I don't-

- Look.

We're just here for some answers.

- Can I know why I'm here?

- I'll ask the questions.

- Okay.

- Why are you here?

- What?

I,

I,

I don't.

Well, obviously I'm here because you want me to be here.

- I just wanna chat.

- Is this about the murders?

- Is it?

- Well,

is it?

- You tell me.

- I ca-

I don't know what you want me to tell you.

- I think you do.

[sighing]

- Can you just tell me?

[mouth squeaks]

- Do you know who that is?

- [Clive] Her?

Yeah.

- Who is it?

Just go and say her name.

- Kate.

- Somethin' bad happened to Kate, didn't it?

- Yeah.

- How do you feel about what happened?

- I don't know.

Sad.

[sighs]

I didn't know her well, but.

- But?

- She was nice.

- Nice?

- Yeah, nice.

You know, she treated me like a person.

We only spoke a few times, but,

she left an impression.

- You ever speak on the phone?

- No.

Not really.

I mean,

I don't know.

- That's funny.

- Funny?

- Yeah it is.

- How is that funny?

[papers crinkling]

- Here are her phone records.

Recognize any of the numbers?

Towards the bottom.

- That's mine.

- Yeah it is.

That call was made right before she was killed.

Before she was murdered.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

Oh.

She called you.

She called you

right before she was murdered.

Why?

- Look, I walked her home a few nights

before.

I set up a Facebook group for people who want walks home,

who don't wanna walk home alone because of the murders.

She messaged, said she wanted a walk home,

so I walked her home.

I don't know why she rang me.

I guess she felt safe with me or something.

- Facebook group, eh?

- Yeah.

It's just something I thought I could do to help.

- That's not a bad idea.

- Thanks.

- [inhales] You know,

if I was gonna kill a whole bunch of people,

wouldn't be a bad way of throwin' off suspicion.

- Do I need a lawyer?

Look, I didn't do anything.

She.

Kate.

Obviously needed help.

And she called me.

So, she must've thought that I could help her

and I couldn't.

Now, I don't know how to feel.

[mouth squeaks]

- You're free to go.

- What?

- You can go.

You have to know this is a tough case.

We're waitin' on some DNA, but besides that

we got nothin'.

We know you didn't do it.

I mean why you gonna call the person who's killin' ya?

Just wanted to bring you in.

Fuck around with ya.

See what came out.

- Oh okay.

Crap.

- Get outta here, kid.

Go to a grief counselor or somethin'.

- Yeah.

[chair thunks]

[pop music]

[radio commercial chattering]

[car door slams]

- Hey.

- [Radio Broadcaster] There has been another murder.

A man was found dead this morning in Highgate

bearing all the hallmarks of the recent spate of killings.

The victim was part aboriginal which leads some

to suspect that the murders may be racially motivated.

Police are requesting anyone with information

to come forward.

[seatbelt clicks]

Workers at the wrecked...

[metallic knocking]

- [Lauren] Hey, over here.

- Okay.

Whoa.

This is...

Thorough.

- You know me.

Thorough.

- Yeah.

[tense music]

- Thorough.

- Hey, I'm sorry.

- For what?

- Well, I know when Tom and I got together,

things changed between us.

- No.

- They did.

You know it.

I know it.

- Yeah, but, I think that's natural, you know.

You meet someone, obviously priorities shift.

- Yeah, but we used to be such good friends.

I think I forgot that and pushed you away.

- No you didn't.

- Clive, I did.

- Yeah, I mean you did.

A little.

[Lauren laughs]

- Feels good to say it.

Forgive me?

- There's nothing to forgive.

- There is.

I still love you.

We used to be such good friends and

I miss that.

I want you back.

I want my friend back.

Yeah?

Hugs?

- Hugs.

- We need to be closer now.

All of us.

- Yeah.

What about Tom?

Aren't you worried?

- He didn't do it.

I was with him when someone...

It happened.

- Yeah.

Aren't there always two of them, though?

You never talk about others.

- Like a stupid best friend?

- I don't know.

- He didn't do it.

- Why do you think they called him in?

- Why'd they call you in?

- Oh, well, I walked Kate home and

she called me when.

- [Lauren] Sorry.

- Out of everyone, I was the one she called.

- [Lauren] Oh, she must have felt safe around you.

- I guess.

[phone ringing]

- Oh, it's Tom.

Hey.

No, I'm just with Clive.

They let you go?

[birds chirping]

Okay.

Glad that's over.

Right.

Headin' there now.

Love you.

- What is it?

- Not sure.

Something about it being clear someone is setting him up.

- Setting him up?

That's weird.

- Yeah.

Why would anyone do that?

- Maybe he does have a dark past.

- Come on.

- Well, you said it yourself.

Someone did it, there must be a reason.

- Anyway, I should get goin'.

He's headed home.

I should be there when he gets there.

- Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

Okay.

I'll.

- Thanks.

I appreciate this.

And you.

You know that, right?

- Sure.

- We'll be okay.

- Okay, so this clearly didn't work.

- Clearly.

- Why didn't it work?

- I don't know.

- Tom's been cleared.

- Yes.

- I've been cleared.

- Yes.

- So what do we have to do to make them

think it's Tom again?

- Well, maybe they still suspect him.

- What?

- Could be the old catch and release,

where they, like, know it's him, but

they don't have enough evidence to convict him.

So, they let him go, hoping that he'll slip up again.

- We left his DNA all over the crime scene.

I don't know what else we could've done to set him up.

- [sighs] Yeah.

- Wait, are they doing that with me?

- Hm?

No.

Maybe.

- No, no, they can't.

Because if they thought it was me then they'd have proof.

- You did vomit everywhere.

- But so did you and you didn't get pulled in.

- True.

Just you.

Although.

- Although?

- Well, the way we've been doing everything...

I mean, it's not as if everyone's looking for two people.

- No, they shouldn't be.

They should just be looking for Tom.

- Exactly.

So, once they found your DNA in the vom,

they would've stopped looking.

- Cops don't just stop looking.

They get to the crime scene, go,

"Oh, look here's this moth, let's all go home early now.

Go to the pub."

- Did we leave a moth?

- No.

It's a euphemism.

Or a parable.

I'm saying, they would've found your DNA

if there was any there to find.

And there was and they didn't.

So they didn't find mine, right?

- Right.

Let's say they're not stringing Tom along.

- And they might be.

- Sure, but let's say they're not.

What would have to happen to make them?

- Well Lauren said something about DNA being so old and

so obviously placed that it looked planted.

- You know, that would make a pretty good cover.

- Cover?

- Yeah, like, I make it so obvious that I did a murder

that I can't have been the one to do it, right?

- 'Kay.

Yeah, that's good.

Okay, so, we get someone else.

- Mm hm.

- Really jizz up the place.

Saying that it's him,

saying that it's not him.

- Mm.

- But he has to get too clever and fuck it up.

- Yeah, good thinking.

- How much do we have left?

- Jizz?

Not much.

- We'll have to get real deliberate with its placement.

- What are you thinking?

- He wants to meet up.

- He wants to meet?

- Yeah.

- Maybe...

You should?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Why'd you cover your mouth?

[cars driving by]

[light pop music]

- Hey, man.

- Oh hey.

How's it goin'?

Want some tea?

- Sure.

- I love this tea.

This is gonna sound weird,

but when I brew it at home,

I offer a little prayer to it.

- Okay.

- There's something so soothing about tea, you know.

Just the brewing it,

just the ritual of it is-

Ah, it's like cumming.

- I've never really thought about it.

[glass clinks] - Really?

You should.

'Cause it is a ritual.

- Okay.

- You see, you grab these leaves.

And you curdle 'em, you know, with boiling water.

Wait a few minutes,

breathing in the gentle steam.

Letting it go through your body.

Then, when it's done,

you put your cup in front of you,

letting the warm water flow forth.

And you grab that cup in your hand,

letting its warm pulse trip your fingers,

before you bring it to your face

and take a deep breath.

[inhales deeply]

[exhales loudly]

And the ritual's complete.

It's good, huh?

- It is good.

- I know that you caught up with Lauren when I was, um.

I was, uh.

- Arrested?

- Yeah.

- Arrested about the murders?

- Yeah, I just wanted to say thank you

for being there for her when I couldn't.

- Ah, yeah.

No worries.

- Yeah.

What was it like for you?

- Oh, um.

You know, weird.

- Were you scared?

- Uh.

- I was.

- Yeah, yeah.

I mean,

I was.

What'd they say to you?

- They thought I was behind them.

- But why?

How?

- Why'd they think you were?

- Oh, because I walked Kate home.

And I was the last person she tried to call.

- Sorry.

I'm sorry, dude.

- No, it's all right.

- No, I'm actually really sorry that

you had to go through all this.

You did a really good thing and

she clearly trusted you and reached out to you.

I just can only imagine how you feel

knowing that you couldn't get there in time.

- Yep.

- You okay?

- Yeah, just.

Still figuring out what to think about all this.

- Tell me about it.

- Mm.

[Tom sighs]

So, what'd they,

were they sayin'?

- They found my DNA.

- Really?

How?

- I have no idea.

[sighs heaviLy]

Someone threw a bunch of my jizz around.

- Jizz?

To make it look like you jerked off at the crime scene.

- I guess so.

- And, how did they figure that it wasn't you?

- Well, apparently, sperm has this half-life.

And mine were dead, so they knew it was old.

- Half-life.

- [Tom] Yeah.

- I guess whoever did it wasn't storing it

in a fridge or something.

That would've been sensible.

- [Tom] Yeah.

Yeah.

But who the hell would do that?

And how would they even?

- Oh, just go through your bins.

- Hm.

I guess so.

[sighs]

It's just so weird, isn't it?

- Yeah, yeah, it's weird.

Not only is there a murderer running around,

there's, what, a jizz thief?

So weird.

- Whoever did it is definitely throwing off

suspicion from themself or themselves.

- Yeah.

Yeah, 'cause.

Yeah, surely there's no more of a plan to it than that.

I mean, it's just.

You know, just walk past, you know, and,

"I'll have that jizz."

And then just gapped it around a crime scene.

- Yeah.

That's the only.

That's the only exp-

Explanation, really.

- It's the only one I can think of.

- Hmm.

Thanks.

We really need to stick together through this.

- Totally.

- Yeah.

- Tea.

- Tea.

[glasses clinking]

[serene music]

[latch clicking]

- Fuck.

[door slams]

- Look, I-

- No, seriously, man.

First, you kill a random, make us look racist.

Now this bullshit.

What the fuck?

- Hey, it didn't feel right.

- We're doing a murder.

What didn't feel right?

- I felt like we crossed a line.

- What murders are outta line?

- Well, what about you?

- Don't turn this on me.

- No, you, you totally flaked on Kate.

- You left.

- So? You flake.

- You left.

Let's just forget it.

Call it a bad idea.

Move onto the next one.

Sam.

- Sam.

- [Clive] Yeah.

- Why?

- Well he's kinda the only one left.

- Hmm.

- [Clive] What?

- It's just, I'm...

- What are you in love with him or something?

- No.

I mean, no.

Fuck it.

Fine.

Sam.

Fine.

- Okay.

Brenda's having a party.

A holiday has to have sabotage.

- Party?

- Some idea.

We never get together unless something bad happens.

- Us.

- Yes.

It's to get all our friends around.

Have a good time and shit.

- Oh.

- Too perfect.

It will be perfect.

Then, we can set up Tom there and catch him in the act

murdering Sam.

The big reveal.

- And then it's over?

- Yeah.

- Then what?

- What?

- [Desmond] Then.

What?

- Then we win.

- We win?

- Yeah, we win.

We get what we've wanted.

- We do?

- Yes.

Tom's a serial killer and Lauren's single.

We get what we wanted.

[car accelerating]

You all right?

- Yeah.

- You seem weird.

First Brenda, now this.

- Well.

Turns out that my flaking on Brenda worked out

for the best, eh?

- Can it, right?

- Can we go home?

[seatbelt clicking]

- Sure.

[suspenseful music]

[arrow clatters]

[crossbow clicking]

[apple crunches]

- [Distorted Voice] Clive.

[apple crunches]

- [Distorted Voice] Clive.

[apple crunches]

[metallic clanging]

- [Distorted Voice] Clive.

- Kate?

[tense electronic music]

[door slams]

[guests chattering]

♪ I'm covered in sweat, beer ♪

♪ Blood is seepin' from my knee to my jeans ♪

♪ My home's so far away from me ♪

♪ And my travelin' is wearin' thin ♪

- Look, I've been doing a little thinking.

And, this is not fair.

It's shitty.

- I know.

- So, for my peace of mind, um,

I have to end this.

- Sam.

- Now, look, it's public or it's not.

But we're public or we're nothing.

It's your call.

- Look, I would say yes,

but I'm not seeing the point in anything now.

- Just do it then.

- I.

- You can't, can you?

Or you won't.

- Can we please just wait?

- Fine.

Okay, just stay away from me tonight.

If you ever felt anything for me,

just do me that favor, okay?

- Sam.

- Yeah?

- I'm sorry.

I really am.

- I think that's the most honest you've ever been.

♪ This song was too easy to write ♪

♪ Eyes worn out and blurry ♪

♪ Dehydrated from last night ♪

♪ I look like I been in a fight ♪

♪ Not that I remember ♪

- This party seems to have settled into a pretty chill mood.

- Yep.

- You all set?

- Sure.

- Great.

Okay, we have to get Sam to a room,

do our thing,

and get Tom in there.

- How?

- I don't know.

We just have to catch him in the act

and then we're done, we're good.

- Right.

- You okay?

Everything's been single syllables tonight.

- I'm fine.

Look, let's just get a move on.

I'm done with this.

- Still single syllables, but whatever.

- What do you want to do?

- [gasps] It's uncanny.

Uh, I don't know.

Maybe we could lure him in with a game of

Dungeons and Dragons

or whatever it is you guys play together?

- Sure.

[book thuds]

- Three.

Are you okay?

- I guess so.

- Back to singles.

All right.

[laughing]

- Hey, come with me.

- Sure.

[clattering]

[door latch clicks]

- I love this room.

It's so great.

It can't open from the inside.

- That's great.

- Yeah.

Get people in here and they can't get out.

- Right, yeah. - Sounds practical.

- How do you open the door?

- Credit card.

It's like an old dumb movie or something.

- Well, cool.

- Okay, so why are we here?

- You know, I tried to do that so many times

when I was a kid.

I could never do that.

- Yeah, I know it.

It's rad.

I want in.

I know what you're doing.

I know what you've been doing.

I am dead keen to do a bunch of murders.

- That's-

- Nice.

But that's not what we do.

- Oh no, not at all.

It's not.

- I've seen you.

I saw you at Kate's.

I know you were in my room.

I've been watching you sleep.

So let's do this.

What do you think this party's for anyway?

- A lighthearted get-together?

- Ah, I've timed it out.

Takes the cops half an hour to get here

after the first call.

So we can kill so many cunts

and then when they get here,

we'll tell them that we managed to hide out in here.

And we will be like heroes.

Yeah.

It's foolproof.

- Put a lot of thought into this.

- [Brenda] You have to.

- True.

So, this door...

- It's gonna be great.

They're not gonna know what's coming.

- Yeah.

The door.

- Yeah.

[laughs]

Come on, let's get excited.

- Yeah, yeah, no.

Super excited.

Why do you wanna do this?

- Huh?

- Murders and stuff.

Why?

- Oh.

I just wanna stab cunts.

Isn't that why you're doing it?

- Uh.

Desmond?

- [Desmond] Uh.

Well, um.

It would help you, uh.

- Help you do what?

- Well, you know Lauren.

- [Brenda] Yeah?

- Um, well.

We used to be good friends.

Great friends.

Talk all the time.

And then, she met Tom.

And, I know everyone thinks he's a great guy,

but I thought she would notice.

I thought everyone would notice,

but only I could see.

So,

I had to.

It was only right

to set him up.

To show everyone the truth.

- Ah?

- He's a dick.

And, she deserves better.

- You.

- Well, yeah.

- Are you kidding me?

- What?

- Are you kidding me?

- No.

- That's what this is all about?

- Yes.

- Some entitlement shit, really?

- No, no, no.

I was merely doing my duty.

I mean, I needed to explain to everyone that

she had made a poor choice and that there was

a much better choice right in front of her.

- Jesus, fuck.

- What?

- Now, what about you?

- What about him?

- What about me?

- You haven't told him?

- Told him what?

- Told me what?

- You're shitting me.

You haven't told him?

- Told me what?

- There's nothing to tell.

- You're a soft cock.

You love him and you haven't told him.

That is not what this friendship is about, is it?

- I, um,

I may

have had some, um-

- Some?

- Feelings.

- Feelings?

- Yeah.

- Like comraderie?

Like, like Frodo and Sam?

- Which interpretation?

- What?

- I thought if.

If maybe I helped you out, then

we'd get closer.

- Yeah, as friends.

- Friends. Yeah, sure.

- This is bullshit.

He wants to fuck you.

- No.

Whoa.

- Uh, I, um.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Are you serious?

- That's exactly what you're doing with Lauren.

- No, no it's.

No, I'm.

There's nuance.

- Nuance?

- Yes.

My left flap, there's nuance.

You've concocted this bullshit,

because you think that she owes you something.

Because, what, you've put a few friendship coins in?

And you, what, you think he's gonna open up

his butthole because you helped him kill a bunch of people?

- I'd be the-

- Rhetorical.

Nobody owes you shit.

Especially when you've done fuck-all to earn it.

Like, everything is so fucked right now,

because entitled pricks like you.

You're just too fucking incel man-babies

who think that the world revolves around them

because you happen to be white and have dicks.

So, fuck both of you.

- Jesus.

[Desmond yelling]

[bodies thudding]

- Oh my fucking God.

Shit, shit.

Shit fucking Christ.

Come on, go.

Yes.

- Shit.

[Brenda yelling]

- Save me from her.

[flesh squelching]

[Desmond shrieking] [Brenda laughing maniacally]

- Help, help.

Help.

Oh, please.

Oh God.

[Sam vomiting]

[Desmond sputtering]

[hand smacks]

[hisses]

[footsteps clattering] [droning music]

- [Sam] Come.

[gagging]

[distorted electronic music]

[lighthearted music]

[intense electronic music]

[flesh squelching]

[man gasps]

[flesh squelching]

[man grunting]

[body thuds]

[lighthearted music]

[droning electronic music]

[flesh squelching]

[Brenda shouting] [man grunts]

[lighthearted music]

[droning electronic music]

- It's you and I.

- Let's go back to the house.

[body thuds]

[flesh squelching]

[lighthearted music]

[droning electronic music]

[man shouting]

[man grunting]

[flesh squelches]

[door latch clicks]

[Lauren shouts] - Just me.

Not the murderer.

Just Clive.

- Ah, you're alive.

- Yeah, hopefully staying that way.

- Yeah, hopefully we all are.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just rattled.

- What the fuck is going on?

- Brenda.

She's behind it all.

- How did we not see this?

- I don't know.

She was with us,

hanging out with us,

talking to us,

planning to kill us?

- Why would she do such a thing?

Such an awful thing.

- Maybe she just felt like she wasn't appreciated

or validated or something.

- So, it's a lesson?

- Yeah, well, I mean, I don't know.

I'm not a murderer.

I'm in here hiding from the murderer, so.

- I just can't believe this.

It doesn't make any sense.

- Yeah, but, does it have to?

I mean she's killed people

and is killing people,

so maybe she's just a murderer.

- Yeah, that makes sense.

- Does it?

- God, can we just focus on trying to get out of here alive?

We can sort that out after.

- It just doesn't make any sense.

- Oh, it's like a trick door or something.

Brenda showed Desmond and me.

- Oh, Clive, I don't know how to tell you this, but.

- What?

- [Lauren] Desmond.

Um, Brenda.

- Oh, I saw.

- What?

You just don't look very upset.

- I guess it just hasn't sunk in yet.

- Right.

- Hey.

[Brenda shouting]

[intense electronic music]

[door clattering]

- I love you.

- What are you doing?

- I love you, okay?

[flesh squelching]

[Tom groaning]

[metal clatters]

- I saved us.

Well, and Tom helped, but...

[footsteps plodding]

I saved us.

[suspenseful music]

♪ I can't say sorry ♪

♪ The microphone's in my mouth ♪

♪ But I don't know what to say ♪

♪ Got this pain in my gut ♪

♪ And it won't go away ♪

♪ 'cause ♪

♪ I can't say sorry ♪

♪ Oh, I can see what I've done ♪

♪ It's what I always do ♪

♪ So I know everything ♪

♪ You're goin' through ♪

♪ Still ♪

♪ I didn't do it, I didn't wanna do it ♪

♪ I didn't do it, I didn't wanna do it ♪

♪ I didn't do it, I didn't wanna do it ♪

♪ I didn't do it ♪

♪ Six times, you shoulda stopped me at five ♪

♪ I don't have time to stop myself and ask why ♪

♪ I put my trust in you to help me survive ♪

♪ It's the sixth time ♪

♪ I can't say sorry ♪

♪ Well we're consenting adults ♪

♪ You could see where this would lead ♪

♪ It's a social contract ♪

♪ You may need to re-read ♪

♪ God ♪

♪ I didn't do it, I didn't wanna do it ♪

♪ I didn't do it, I didn't wanna do it ♪

♪ Maybe you should apologize to me ♪

♪ Maybe you should apologize to me ♪

♪ Maybe you should apologize to me ♪

♪ It's the sixth time ♪

♪ Maybe you should apologize to me ♪

♪ It's the sixth time ♪

♪ Six times, you should stopped me at five ♪

♪ I don't have time to stop myself and ask why ♪

♪ I put my trust in you to help me survive ♪

♪ It's the sixth time ♪

♪ It's the sixth time ♪

♪ Maybe you should apologize to me ♪

♪ Maybe you should apologize to me ♪