All language subtitles for Who Is Killing The Cheerleaders (2020)en

It's five past
12 here in Mosier,

and we're playing the
Southland's favorite music.

This next one, it goes
out to the victims

of the cheerleader slayings.

It's the 10 year anniversary
of that terrible tragedy

and our little town
has not forgotten.

Abigail, Maggie,
Kat, Val, and Dana.

We love you and we miss you.

To the cheerleaders of Mosier
High, this one's for you.

Oh, you made it!

Hi, Mom.

I missed you.

I'm so glad you're here.

Oh come in, come in.

Come on, we'll get your
bags later, come on.

I can't believe it.

What?

Nothing
here has changed.

Oh please,
I've redecorated.

Did you see a new rug
in the living room?

That's new?

It looks just like the old one.

That's because
I bought the same one.

I guess I liked it.

See, nothing's
really changed in 10 years.

Is that how
long you've been gone?

You've barely touched your food.

I'm not hungry.

I'm just excited you're here.

Is that because of the meds?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Here.

Have some more wine.

That's why I'm here, isn't it?

For the 100th time, I don't
need you to take care of me.

Okay, I...

I'm fine.

And besides, chemo
appointments are,

they're depressing.

Well, depressing
is my specialty.

Well I will take any
excuse to keep you here.

I think I'll turn in early,

it's first day of
school tomorrow.

I cannot believe you're
going back to that place.

You know, it's not healthy.

You're still traumatized.

I am not.

Besides, I needed a job
and they had an opening.

It'll be fine.

I'm looking forward to it.

All right, well, the
first time you feel

uncomfortable at all, I
want you out of there.

Deal?

Deal.

Yo.

What's everyone
whispering about?

That is Ellie Oliver.

The sole survivor of the
cheerleader slayings.

Interesting.

Hello and welcome to AP English.

I'm Ms. Oliver and you
should all have been emailed

a syllabus that--

Yes?

Is it weird being
back here at school?

It's great to be back.

Now you should all have received
a syllabus in your emails

detailing what we're
going to be looking at.

Yes.

Dylan.

Yes, Dylan?

How'd you get that scar?

Was it from the attack?

What happened?

I don't remember the attack.

Now, if we could all
just stay focused.

Does getting stabbed hurt?

There will be no more
questions about the attack.

Okay?

Now I have devised
a plan to help you

thoroughly prepare for
your AP test in May.

We're going to be
looking at Shakespeare.

"King Lear", "Romeo and Juliet",

and "Much Ado About Nothing".

Look at Ellie Oliver.

No one wants to go near her.

Yeah, she's
kind of strange.

Yeah, I know
what you mean.

This seat taken?

Please, be my guest.

Sometimes the teachers

can be ruder than the students.

Sorry about them.

I'm Lisbeth.

AP calc.

Ellie Oliver, AP English.

I know, we went to
high school together.

-Oh, I'm so sorry.
-Oh no, no, no, no.

I was pretty quiet back then.

So I'd be surprised if you
did remember me, frankly.

High school's weird.

That's an understatement,
considering.

People are
always spreading rumors

about what happened that night.

Is that Forrest?

Forrest Parker?

Sure is.

He dated Kat.

He married her twin, Brooke.

Really?

Kind of creepy, if you ask me.

Marrying your dead
girlfriend's twin sister,

but hey, whatever
floats your boat, dude.

Watch out for him.

He seems to forget he's married.

You know, if they'd
been triplets,

I bet he would've made a
play for the last one by now.

Ah, the job for which
no one clammers.

You know, I don't think
we've had a cheer coach

last a full year since the...

Well, you know.

Good luck filling
that position, lady.

Who's up for some chess?

Hi honey.

So how was your
first day at school?

Make any friends?

Mom, I'm a teacher,
not a student.

You still need friends.

Actually, I did make a friend.

And I'm thinking about
taking the cheer coach job.

Honey, that's, that's crazy.

Why would you do that?

Why do they even
still have a team?

Well, if they
can't find a coach,

then they won't have a team.

Besides, maybe it'll
be therapeutic.

Therapy is therapeutic,
not cheerleading.

Linda, my favorite patient.

How are we today?

Doctor, meet my
daughter, Elliette.

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

I'm not so sure that I
haven't seen a ghost.

Ellie, is it really you?

Jonathan.

How are you?

I didn't recognize you
without your glasses.

It's contacts.

You two know each other?

Yeah, we went to
high school together.

Jonathan took pictures
for the school paper.

We all expected you to
come back after college.

You never did.

You two should go out some
time, have a drink, catch up.

Mom.

Well, I'm free tomorrow night.

Oh.

Well, yeah, okay, I can do that.

7:00 p.m. Pub of the North?

Sure.

I'll see you then.

And you, feeling good?

Never been better.

That's what I love to hear.

Ellie Oliver, come on in.

Hi, Principal Sawyer.

Please, you're a teacher
now, call me Jill.

Jill, it's good to see you.

It's good to see you too.

You look great.

Now, what can I do for you?

Actually, I wanted to
ask if the cheer coach

position was still open?

Yes, but--

I'll take it!

I'll do it.

I don't think it's a good idea.

I wouldn't wanna put
you in a position

where you felt uncomfortable.

You're not putting
me in any position.

I wanna do this.

Well, I am pretty desperate.

I've been supervising practice,

which has been a waste
of everybody's time.

Let me do this.

Don't punish the cheerleaders

because some monster terrorize
the squad 10 years ago.

It's not their fault.

Okay, let's try it
on an interim basis.

I'll continue to look
for someone else,

and we see how you feel.

Sounds good?

Sounds great.

When's next practice?

I was just about
to head over there.

Allow me.

It's all you.

Where's everyone else?

This is it.

I mean, people aren't really
dying to be on the team.

That was a poor choice
of words, sorry.

Okay, so, small
team, that's okay.

What are you guys wearing?

You can't cheer
in those clothes.

This is what we always wear.

It's fine.

Well, from now on, I
want you in workout gear,

sneakers for God's sakes.

You can't do stunts in loose
clothing, it's dangerous.

Stunts?

Right.

Sorry.

You guys don't do stunts?

Okay, so where are
we at in competition?

We don't compete anymore.

We just cheer at
games, ever since....

Okay, so it's taking the team

some time to get back on their
feet. That's understandable.

That's one way to put it.

Let's just focus on our
routine for Friday's game.

I was thinking I
would teach you guys

one of my old favorites.

Seriously?

We already have a routine.

What's the deal with you guys?

Do you even wanna be here?

Not...

No.

We just needed something to
put on our college resumes.

We don't do sports or theater

so this is what was left.

We usually just hang out
for an hour and then bounce.

So, can we just do that?

Principal Sawyer
was okay with that?

It's not like she knows
how the hell to cheer.

Well, I do know how to cheer,

so no, we're not just going
to hang out and then bounce.

Today you're going
to learn a stunt.

Seriously?

Seriously.

I'm guessing I'm the poor
soul who has to go in the air?

Yes, you're tiny.

Stand over there.

You two can base, you'll spot.

Come on, let's go.

Whatever.

So, cheer coach.

Wow.

You're brave.

Yeah, I mean the
hardest part so far

has been getting
them to actually

care about cheerleading.

Well still, after
what you went through...

I've been running from
my past for 10 years.

Gotta face those
demons at some point.

I like that.

To facing demons.

Cheers.

Can I,

can I tell you something
really embarrassing?

Now you have to.

High school me would
be pretty impressed

that I got Ellie Oliver
out for a drink with me.

Really?

Yeah.

I had the biggest crush on you.

No way!

Why didn't you
ever say anything?

I think I tried to, it just,

it always came out as a joke.

Yeah, I had no idea.

Wait, didn't you dump
a soda on me once?

Yup.

Yeah, that was, that was me.

I think that was my
way of like flirting.

My God, I was a moron.

No, you were cute.

I thought you were cute.

I wish I knew.

Really?

Yeah.

Um...

But I should get going.

It's 7:00 a.m. first period, so.

Yeah, I have rounds early too.

We should do this
again sometime.

-How about Wednesday night?

Okay.

Come on, I'll walk you out.

He's so cute.

Back up!

-Go far!

Back up, come on, back up!

How long is that throw?

Come on, back up
you freaking nerd.

Give me a few steps, come on!

Did you put my old pompom on
my desk and my cheer photo?

What, no, I haven't even been

in your room since
you've been home.

Okay.

It's just, I swear, I
put them in my dresser.

You feeling okay?

Anything wrong?

Have you seen my phone?

I can't find it anywhere.

No.

I haven't, sorry.

Strange, I swear I
remember plugging

it in by my bed last night.

Okay, I am worried about you.

I mean the stress of
being back at school,

being cheer coach?

I think you should think
about seeing a therapist.

Loses phone once,
Mother suggests therapy.

You know this is
not about the phone.

I've tried therapy,

it's not for me.

You went twice,
you said nothing.

Look, I have been waiting
for the right time.

I found a different therapist.

One who specializes in trauma.

Mom.

Please, just take it.

I'm fine.

Okay, I'm sure I
just misremembered.

Yeah.

But thanks.

I gotta go.

You haven't even
eaten breakfast.

Yeah, I'm gonna get
in a run before class.

Ellie!

He's back.

No, no one's back sweetie.

It was, it was just a practical
joke, Brittany's okay.

This can't be happening again.

Oh God it can't, no not again.

It's okay, it's okay.

She's unconscious,
but she's alive.

No, you don't understand,
the way she was tied up,

the writing, it's exactly
the same as last time.

-It's the same!
-Shh.

It's okay.

It's okay, it was a copycat.

It was a prank.

It was a stupid insensitive
high school prank.

At this time we do not
believe the killer's back.

The student in
question will be fine.

Writing was done
in pig's blood.

We believe this was
a sick senior prank

enacted by an extremely
disturbed individual

in exceedingly poor taste.

There will be

severe consequences once
the perpetrator,

or perpetrators,
are discovered,

including criminal charges.

And expulsion.

Man, I knew teenagers
were ruthless,

but what kind of sick freak
recreates a murder scene?

There's no way this was a prank.

It was the killer, I know it.

It's because I'm back in town.

I need to remember my attack.

I must've seen his face.

Hey, go easy on yourself, okay.

I don't think
there's a way you can

just magically
remember something

you've buried down that deep.

Maybe there is.

That's me.

Welcome Elliette,
I'm Dr. Whiting,

but you can call me Brigid.

Nice to meet you Brigid.

I'm a little nervous.

There's no need to be.

You went through a
pretty traumatic attack.

That must've been
incredibly frightening.

Well, that's the thing, I
can't actually remember it.

It's called
dissociative amnesia.

Your brain is trying
to protect you

from reliving the
trauma of that night.

Yeah, but if I could just
remember what happened,

then maybe it would
offer some clue

as to who the killer was.

Maybe, maybe I saw their face.

We're not here to be detectives,

we're here to help you recover.

Don't you think finding the
killer would help with that?

Why don't you
start by telling me

what you do remember
about that night?

I was walking to the parking lot

with some of my teammates
after the football game,

and we'd been partying
under the bleachers

with some of the guys.

Cat and Val had been partying,

I'd been worrying mostly.

Why are you guys still here?

Everybody else has gone.

We need to go now.

Oh, come on Ellie.

We had some fun.

How can you be
drinking right now?

Our teammates are dead.

That's why I'm drinking Ellie.

Sorry, I don't have your
A-plus coping skills.

It's dark, we shouldn't be here.

And that's all I remember.

Although I have been having
some weird dreams lately.

Is there anything you can do
to help me retrieve the memory?

There are some
treatments we could try.

Guided imagery
therapy comes to mind.

What's that?

We would immerse you in images

and objects from the
night you were attacked.

More of the memory could return.

In fact, that may
be why you're having

some of those dreams
you mentioned.

The memory could be
returning on its own

now that you're back in town

and you're surrounded by
reminders of your past.

If we decide to go this route,

I would need you to commit
to deeper therapy work,

because retrieving the memory
is only half the battle.

The other half is dealing
with what you find.

I will.

Yeah, of course, this
is, this is what I want.

The next time you come bring
an object from that night.

Your cheer uniform, perhaps.

It was covered in blood.

They took it for evidence.

It's okay, anything will work.

In the meantime you
might try journaling.

Journaling?

Like in a diary?

Most people find that
writing down their thoughts

helps make sense of them.

I'm not much of a writer.

Don't worry, you'll be
the only one who reads it.

You're really convinced
it's the killer, huh?

I know it is.

I'm sure it was just a prank.

You know, with the 10 year
anniversary coming up at all.

How can we get your
mind off of it?

I think you'd have to sedate me.

Well hey, how about this?

What are you doing Friday night?

Brooke and Forrest,
they're throwing a party.

It's a 10 year reunion
of sorts, unofficially.

You're friends with
Brooke and Forrest?

Yeah.

Brooke's an old family friend

and Forrest, well, he's a
bit of a Chad, but whatever.

A Chad?

You know, big beefy
guy, gets lots of girls.

Not a whole lot
going on upstairs

Chad, okay.

I've never heard that.

I'd go, but Friday
night football game.

I'm cheer coach, remember?

Right.

Darn.

That's okay.

I'm not really in the
mood for a party anyway.

But thank you for meeting me.

It's nice to have
someone to talk to

who was there during, you know.

Of course.

Brittany!

Brittany!

Brittany!

Brittany!

Oh, she's back.

Oh my gosh, I'm so
glad you're okay!

Do you remember anything?

One minute I'm
sleeping in my bed,

the next I wake up and I'm
hanging from the grand stands.

I bet this is Dylan's
idea of a senior prank.

He's such a turd.

Excuse me.

That turd is my boyfriend.

Sorry.

And what makes you so sure
that this is a prank anyway?

What if it's the real killer

back for the 10
year anniversary?

Why is Brittany alive then?

Maybe the guy messed up.

And maybe the next
girl won't be so lucky.

Who was the second victim?

Beats me.

After the first murder,

they put a major
lockdown on the press.

So it's really hard to find

any information
about the others.

Trust me, I've looked.

Maybe Ms. Oliver will tell us?

Fat chance.

She shut me and Dylan down hard.

We have a right to know
what we're up against.

Wait, I know who will tell us.

Come on, let's go.

Hey Mr. Parker.

Chloe,

Brittany, Pippa.

Ava?

Ava.

What can I do for you ladies?

We're just really scared after
what happened to Brittany.

No one will tell us how
all those girls died.

We're going crazy just
imagining all the terrible

things that could have happened.

Well, I'm sure you
girls don't want to

know all the gruesome details.

You know, everyone treats
us like we're children,

and we're basically like adults.

You know, I did just
turn 18 last week.

Don't you think that's old
enough to know what I want?

Of course it is.

I just don't wanna
scare you was all.

Well, we do have you
here to comfort us.

Right?

You do know what happened?

Fine.

I'll show you, but you didn't
see any of this from me.

All right?

Okay?

This was Abigail.

She was hung up
like you Brittany,

except dead.

This was Maggie.

She was found three days
after she went missing,

stuffed in a locker, dead.

Another girl went
missing too, Dana.

They never found her.

Presumed to be dead.

And this is, um,

this was...

Cat,

my girlfriend and
her friend Val.

They were stabbed along with
their coach who saw her.

The attack she can't remember.

Yeah.

The next attacks were
just more of the same.

I think we've seen enough.

Are you sure?

There's like four more.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Why would you show us these?

Because you asked me to!

Go on.

New uniforms.

Go on, try them on.

Okay, what is the
deal with you guys?

You really think we
wanna identify ourselves

as cheerleaders right now?

Do you know how hard I had

to push principals
Sawyer for these?

They're top of the line.

Not happening, sorry coach.

Okay, look, you only have
to wear them on game days,

and, besides, nothing
bad is going to happen

as long as you stick together.

How'd that work for
you and your friends?

How about we work
on a new routine?

Maybe that'll be a
good distraction.

Screw that, we just
came to tell you

that we're quitting the team.

This is so not worth it.

Seriously?

You too Pippa?

I think I'll try
my hand at theater.

Sorry, coach.

You're not scared?

A little, but I kinda wanna
see what happens next.

Well, I release you.

You can't you're on your own.

Whatever.

Elliette.

What are you doing here?

I'm here for my appointment.

I found my spare
cheerleading uniform.

I thought it might help.

I know I'm a little early.

I don't think I have you
in the books for today.

Really?

Let's see.

No, uh-uh.

I swear I made an appointment
last time I was here.

It's not a big deal.

Are you all right?

Yeah, no, I've just been feeling

really scatterbrained recently.

Like misplacing things,

doing things I don't remember

and not doing things
I do remember.

I lost my phone.

You have post traumatic
stress syndrome.

Your brain is under a
great deal of stress,

and especially now with
you being back in town,

so give yourself a break, okay?

Now unfortunately, I
have another session

but I could see you

Wednesday 3:00 p.m.?

Is that the soonest
that you have?

I'm sorry.

Have you been journaling?

I've been meaning to.

Try it, and take
care of yourself.

Alright,

let's give this a try.

I feel...

I feel silly.

Okay, dear diary.

This is pointless.

I can't believe
Forrest asked Kat

to be his girlfriend.

Seems like he's been with
every girl on the team,

except me, obviously.

Maybe I should get contacts.

I can't believe had a
crush on that creep.

I mean yeah, sure,
if you want to.

Why not?

Where do you wanna go?

Why Ellie, why?

Two Mary 125 to.

What makes you think
someone broke in?

I saw a shadow.

I mean, someone was
sneaking around the house,

the door was wide open.

I mean, it's pretty
windy outside.

It could have blown open?

Okay, no, this is
not the first time.

Okay, the other night,
someone broke into the house

and moved stuff
around in my room.

This pompom and the photo,

I put them in my dresser

and the next morning they
were out on my nightstand.

Okay.

Is there anything missing?

Yes, actually my phone, it
went missing the same night.

That phone?

Well I didn't, I
didn't see this there.

How did it?

Is it possible you could have

put it there and just forgot it?

I don't think so.

But I've been getting a
little bit confused lately.

So you're having
memory problems?

Yes, but my therapist says
that it's totally normal.

It's just post traumatic
stress syndrome.

So you're seeing a therapist?

Yes.

Get some rest, okay.

Call us if you have
any other problems.

You might wanna think about
getting that door fixed.

I'm sorry.

You're in big
trouble young lady.

Sorry teacher.

Hey, what do you say
we make this official?

What do you mean?

Come on, you've been
hitting on me for weeks.

Let's meet up.

Just name the time and place.

Sunday night, look out point.

Okay, can't wait.

Oh, and hey, keep
this between us okay.

Well duh.

See ya.

Knock, knock?

Hey Liz, what's up?

I heard about the cheer mutiny.

You okay?

Ah, it's fine.

At least I don't have to pretend
to like football anymore.

Plus my Friday nights
just opened up.

Well, I have big
plans of Indian food

and old movies if
you wanna join?

Actually, I was thinking
about going to the reunion

at Brooke and Forrest's tonight.

Did you wanna go?

There's a reunion at Brooke
and Forrest's tonight?

I guess that's another
thing I wasn't invited to.

No, come with me.

I don't know.

I'd feel like a crasher.

I wasn't invited either.

Come with me, please?

Don't make me go by myself.

I'll drive.

I'll pick you up.

Fine, but only because you're
begging and it's pathetic.

Text me your address and
I'll get you at seven.

Sounds good.

What are your reading?

Ew!

Are those school records?

Yeah, about the slayings.

How did you even get those?

The library.

It's amazing what the words
"It's for a report" will do.

You wanna--

No, no way.

Are you trying to
give me nightmares?

See you later.

Wait, are you going
to the game tonight?

Yeah, just
getting a ride with Chloe.

All right, well
I'll see you there.

Hey, I gotta go too babe.

Meet you at the game?

We're not going together?

I got some stuff I gotta do.

Like what?

Wouldn't you like to know?

What does that even mean?

Dylan!

Dylan!

Ugh!

It's a good turnout.

Everyone's gonna hit on you.

Maybe they'll hit on you.

No, it's amazing how you
can still feel so invisible

around the popular kids,

even though high school
ended 10 years ago.

Ellie, you made it!

Jonathan, hey!

You remember Lisbeth, right?

Yeah.

Hey.

Oh, we actually, we
dated for a little bit.

I wouldn't say we dated,
we went out like once.

Really, I didn't know?

It was a few times.

Well, I mean yeah, but we
were like friends, right?

You look incredible.

Thanks, you look good too.

You look great too.

Thanks.

So what are we drinking?

Come on.

Who do you keep texting?

No one.

Are you guys sure
Pippa wasn't home?

I told you we ring the
doorbell like three times.

Maybe she just
didn't wanna come.

She always comes to the games.

I'm sure that she'll show soon.

Here, you need it.

No thanks.

Hey, how's it going?

Where have you been?

I told you I had a thing.

What kind of thing?

I don't know, just something
I had to take care of.

Well, have you seen Pippa?

No.

Why would I have seen Pippa?

So weird.

You know what, I'll
find her myself.

What'd I say?

Who do you keep texting?

No one.

People keep asking
me for directions.

You look great, honey.

Why Ellie, why?

Why don't you take a
picture, it'll last longer?

Brooke.

Hi.

Hi.

How have you been?

Okay.

You?

Okay.

What happened that night, Ellie?

What?

What happened to my sister?

You know I don't remember.

Why are you the only
cheerleader that didn't die?

Why do you get to live?

Did you...

Did you have something
to do with it all?

What?

Of course not.

Why was her blood all
over you then, Ellie?

Her blood was all over me?

No, no one ever told me that.

Look, Pippa, I've been
trying to call you,

so please just call me.

What the hell?

Pippa?

Pippa, are you okay?

What happened?

I saw a mask, a black mask.

It was only for a second,

and next thing I knew
I was in the locker

tied up, just covered in
pig's blood or something.

It's just like before.

Where are your parents?

They're on their way.

I'm a doctor.

Can I take a look at her?

Ms. Oliver, I need
to talk with you.

Does this hurt?
Okay.

-This way.
-Can you make a fist for me?

Ow.

Is this pompom yours?

Looks just like the one we saw
at your house the other day.

Yeah, yeah, that's mine but--

Why was it taped
to Pippa's hands?

I have no idea.

I threw that out.

I mean, I, maybe someone
stole it from the trashcan.

Where were you this afternoon?

I was at school and
then I went home

and I took a nap and then
I picked up Miss Trudel

and went to a party at
Forrest Parker's house.

Can someone confirm what time
you went home from school?

No, my Mom was at work.

Where were you the night
Brittany was attacked?

That was late, I guess
I was at home sleeping.

If I did it, why would I tie
my own pompom to her hand?

I don't know, why would you?

After the original attacks,

we tested the blood
on your uniform.

Kat's blood was all over it.

Oh, so, so now I'm the killer?

I killed my friends?

No, I can't, I
can't believe this.

I got stabbed too!

That's why we dismissed
it at the time,

but now I'm not so sure.

It wouldn't be the first
time someone cut themselves.

trying to throw
us off the track.

This is crazy.

I would never cut myself

and I would never hurt anybody!

All right, then I'm sure you
wouldn't mind cooperating

by handing over
your phone so we can

analyze your location data.

I don't have it.

I lost it, again.

How convenient.

Do I need a lawyer?

Another cheerleader
was attacked over the weekend

and the sheriff announced he
is narrowing in on a suspect.

Is it the original killer
back to torment the town

or are these copycat attacks?

A Mosier high school student
having some dangerous fun

at the town's expense?

Only time will tell.

I remember when
our senior pranks

involved TP'ing Sawyer's car.

I guess times have changed?

By the way, I found
this in the parking lot.

It's yours, right?

I mean you're in the
background photo.

So I figured.

It was in the parking lot?

Yeah.

Are you sure
you wanna do this?

Yes, more than ever.

I have to know what happened.

Is the uniform in there?

Sit back,

relax.

Remember what it was like

to be in that uniform,

to be a cheerleader.

Remember the smells from
the concession stand

at the football game.

The sounds of the crowd.

It might help to lie down.

Now, tell me again,

what happened that night?

We were walking to our cars.

Kat had been drinking.

How can you be
drinking right now?

A teenager's dead.

That's why I'm drinking Ellie.

Sorry, I don't have your
A-plus coping skills.

Let's just hurry, it's dark.

We shouldn't be here.

Come on Val, we're going
to Forrest's, I'll drive.

You can't drive, you're wasted.

Let me take you home.

No, leave me alone!

-Kat, come on!
-No!

-Give me your keys!
-No!

-Give them to me!
-Get off me!

Give them back!

Give them back!

I fought with Kat.

It sounds like you were
trying to protect Kat.

Why can't I remember
what happened?

Why am I still here?

Why am I the only
one who didn't...

who didn't die?

You have survivor's guilt.

It's a common symptom of post
traumatic stress disorder.

Okay, can we just,
can we try again?

I think that's enough for today.

I don't wanna push you too hard.

Let's try again next week.

No, I can't wait another week.

I'm sorry, Ellie.

We can't risk it.

I'm gonna go to the
mall after school, wanna come?

Hey Chloe.

We'll talk about it later.

Okay.

Yes, Mr. Parker?

Where were you last night?

We were supposed to meet up.

Was that last night?

Sorry, it's hard to keep
track of my social calendar.

Chloe, your grade in my
class has been suffering,

so I need to know, are
we gonna do this or not?

Yeah, yeah, we're gonna do this.

I told you I just forgot.

Okay, tonight my house.

Brooke's out of town.

I'll text you the address.

Tonight?

Is that a problem?

No, no, can't wait.

Okay.

See ya.

Come on, just do it you baby.

Oh no.

Hi, look what I found.

Where was it?

In the laundry room,
under some dirty clothes.

You're kidding.

How did it get there?

Maybe you just left it
in your jeans pocket.

Look, I don't have to
go to this conference.

No, Mom, it's okay.

You know, with everything
going on, I just--

Mom, it's your job.

Okay, just go, I'll be fine.

Really.

I love you Mom.

Love you too.

Goodbye.

What the hell?

Hey, what's going on?

You're not gonna believe this.

Come on.

It's terrible.

I can't believe Chloe's missing.

It's okay.

It's okay, we're
gonna find her, okay.

We were okay and
she will be too.

You guys weren't gone this long.

-Ow!
-Moron.

Guys, think about it.

It's just like the slayings.

The third girl went missing
and was never found, remember?

Who would do
something like this?

I might have an idea.

Forrest Parker, a
physical education teacher

at Mosier high school
was arrested today

for the disappearance
of Chloe Carter.

Police are unsure if this is
tied to the recent attacks

on cheerleaders, or if
it's an unrelated incident.

The search for the
missing girl continues.

It wasn't me!

I didn't do anything!

I'm innocent, I swear!

I'm their teacher!

Hey!

You okay?

What do you mean?

You know I don't think you had

anything to do with
all of this, right?

I mean, they can't even prove
that it was your pompom.

Wait, you know about that?

Everybody knows about that.

But I'm sure Forrest
is their guy right?

I mean, he must have stolen it.

Right.

I just want you to be okay.

Your friendship
means a lot to me.

Your friendship means
a lot to me too.

Actually, there's
something I've been

meaning to talk to you about.

What's up?

I know it's stupid, but
the whole Jonathan thing,

I had no idea you two dated.

Oh, that.

No, it's, it's fine.

Really.

I'm used to getting
friend-zoned.

Really, because I don't
have to keep seeing him.

I can call it off.

You'd do that for me?

If that's what you wanted, yeah.

Friends come first.

Always.

I didn't even know that
was a thing people did.

That would be crazy

of me, Ellie.

Really?

Of course.

I just want you to be happy.

I...never thought I would be
friends with a cheerleader.

And you know, I tried out
for the squad freshman year.

I was a good dancer,

but I guess I didn't
have the right look.

I practically got laughed
out of the building.

Oh, I'm sorry, that's so mean.

Yeah.

I held a pretty big
grudge for awhile,

and I thought all cheerleaders

were just a bunch
of evil bitches,

until I met you.

Oh.

So thank you.

See you later?

Yeah.

Forrest Parker was
released earlier due

to insufficient evidence.

Though it is
confirmed that he had

an illicit relationship with
the student in question.

Police could find nothing
explicitly tying him

to her disappearance or the
earlier cheerleader attacked.

He remains a person of interest.

I told you I was innocent.

Great.

We're just releasing criminals
into the streets now.

We're still no closer
to finding Chloe.

This means the police are
gonna be back on your case.

Aren't you worried?

I have nothing to hide.

In fact, I just gave
the sheriff my phone

so he could analyze it.

Are you sure that's
such a good idea Ellie?

Maybe you should get a lawyer.

Guilty people get lawyers.

And besides I need to focus
on finding the killer,

who I think also to Chloe.

But I need your help.

Anything.

You were the school
photographer, right?

Yeah.

Okay, so do you still have
any old photos, yearbooks?

Anything from our
high school days?

More wine?

Nah, I'm okay, thanks.

Thanks again for bringing these.

I got rid of pretty
much everything I own

that reminds me of high school.

Of course.

Hopefully something in
here triggers your memory.

Yeah, Chloe's life
may depend on it.

These aren't
triggering anything.

Huh.

You uh...

You took a lot of me.

-Like I said, I had a crush.

Is that a journal?

Ugh, yeah, my therapist
makes me do it.

I kinda hate it.

I love journaling.

I think everyone should journal.

You do not journal.

I do too.

What do you journal about?

I don't know, um...

work stress, my family.

Definitely not you.

Oh, no?

No.

Not one sentence.

And certainly not
entire passages.

Oh, well good,

because, um, I don't journal
about about you either.

Good.

I'd kiss you,

but I know you have serious
business to attend to.

I have to work anyways.

I'm sorry, I'm covering
for someone tonight.

Yeah.

But call me if you
need anything, okay.

And I'll keep digging
around my place,

see if I can find
more photos for you.

Thank you Jonathan, I
really appreciate it.

Ellie, I know you're
worried about Chloe,

but you need to look out
for herself too, okay?

You're sweet to worry.

Thank you.

Yeah, bye.

Bye.

Give them back!

Give them back!

You're just jealous we're
going to Forrest's house!

Admit it Ellie!

You hate that he
doesn't want you!

Shut up! Shut up!

Everyone knows you're
in love with him Ellie!

Everyone knows he'd never
date a loser like you!

-I hate you!

Why Ellie?

Why?

Can
you hear me?

Ma'am, we
have your location,

we're sending units now.

Hi, have you seen Dr. Colton?

No.

Is Dr. Colton in?

Have you seen him?

No, I'm sorry.

Okay.

I need to see Dr.
Whiting, right now.

Elliette?

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

It's an emergency.

Okay, my next session
is about to start

and frankly I'm surprised
to see you here.

What do you mean?

The email you sent
me last night.

You told me you wouldn't be
coming to therapy anymore.

Wait, no.

I sent you an email last night?

You don't remember?

Elliette.Oliver@gigamail.com,
right?

Yeah, that's my email, but

I really don't
remember sending that.

It's possible you
did it in your sleep.

Have you been
doing anything else

weird in your sleep?

I um...

I have to get out of here.

Ellie, are you okay?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Jonathon, thank God.

Yeah, my office said
you were looking for me.

Yeah, can you meet me
at my house, please?

There's there's
writing everywhere

and I don't know what to do.

Okay, I was just
about to head home.

I'll come right over.

Okay.

Something happened last night.

What's going on?

No, you need to see it.
There's writing everywhere,

and the picture...just, come.

See.

Look.

Yeah here.

Oh my God.

Did you do this, Elliette?

What?

No.

What is that?

This is Chloe's headband.

Why do you have
Chloe's headband?

Okay.

It wasn't me.

Okay, it wasn't.

We have to go to the police.

What if you're having
some kind of breakdown?

You're you're doing
this in your sleep.

What?

No, no, it's not me!

-He's framing me!
-How do you know it's a he?

It could be a woman.

It could be you, Ellie.

What?

No, I would never!

And I can't name a single
woman who would wanna

murder a bunch of...

Oh my God.

What?

-I know who it was.
-Who?

Just, just wait here,
I'll explain everything.

Where are you going?

To prove it wasn't me.

Ellie, where have you been?

You missed a whole
day of classes!

It was an emergency, I'm sorry.

Is everything okay?

Lisbeth?

Thanks for
calling us Jonathan.

You did the right thing.

There's a chance she's
being framed, right?

That she didn't do this.

It doesn't look good.

-What's this?
-Some kind of diary.

Talk to me.

Oliver's phone
was at the scene

of every one of the attacks.

Got it.

No question about it.

Copy that.

That was mobile forensics.

Ms. Oliver's phone
was at the scene

of all the recent attacks.

We got our girl.

Get an APB out on
Elliette Oliver, stat.

Wait, what, you're
arresting her?

You don't even know
that she did this!

Sorry Jonathan, we're gonna
need you to go home, now.

Ms. Oliver, are you okay?

You've reached Dr. Colton,

leave a message.

Jonathan it's Lisbeth.

The killer is Lisbeth,
I have evidence!

I'm coming over!

We have breaking news
on a local story,

School teacher Elliette Oliver,

the sole survivor of
the cheerleader slayings,

is now wanted in connection
with the disappearance

of Mosier high school
student Chloe Carter,

who went missing two nights ago.

-Holy--
-Miss Oliver is believed

to be on the run
from authorities.

Dylan, I found Ms. Oliver.

Jonathon!

-Meet me at 11 Dory lane.
-Jonathon!

I think Chloe's here.

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

The killer is
Lisbeth, I have proof!

You've gotta see this!

Why Ellie, why?

What did I do?

-Ellie!

The police are looking for you.

It was you.

What are you talking about?

You're the killer.

You finally remembered.

It took you long enough.

Seems I was way more worried
about that than I needed to be.

You have a terrible memory.

You're deranged!

Yeah, well,

I'm not the one seeing
a therapist, am I?

Boo!

You scared me.

-I'm sorry, babe.

Look, it's okay though,
I brought reinforcements.

Okay, so what's your
plan here exactly?

Take down Ms. Oliver, ourselves?

If we have to.

Do you really think she did it?

I don't know, but we have
to try to find Chloe, so...

Yeah.

Let's go.

Took you forever to get here.

I drove the
speed limit babe.

Shut up.

Would you look at
who's finally awake?

Why did you do it?

Why did you kill them all?

Why?

Maybe I should ask you why?

-Why is it,

that bitches like you

always think you're
better than everyone?

Huh?

You prance around in your
slutty little uniforms

waiting for someone
to ask you out,

and then when they finally do,

you laugh at them.

Unless they're a
Chad, like Forrest.

Are you talking about me?

You've never even asked me out.

Yes I did, several times.

And you laughed at me.

No, that's not true!

You thought I was a joke.

All of you cheerleaders did.

Hilarious Jonathan,
with his funny jokes.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

Offended me?

You ridiculed me.

You laughed at me
with your friends.

No, we thought we were
laughing with you.

Okay, we loved you.

We thought you were a great guy.

Oh please!

I never stood a chance.

You friend-zoned
me from the start.

Oh, like you
friend-zoned Lisbeth?

You women are all the same.

You only want
assholes like Forrest,

not the nice guys like me.

Right.

Don't laugh at me!

Doesn't look
like anybody's here.

No, there is.

I saw her come around this way.

Seriously?

What the hell are you doing?

I'm going inside.

You guys can do
what you wanna do.

I really hope we don't
get arrested, or worse.

Why didn't you just kill me
when I came back to town?

Hm?

And why did you let
these girls live?

Because I realized something.

Torturing you was way more
fun than killing anyone.

Your fear over the
return of the killer,

convincing you that you
might be the murderer,

and now the police are on their
way to come and arrest you.

Oh, it is so, so satisfying.

It was you.

All of it.

The pompom, the writing
on the wall, the diary.

You should never leave your
drink unattended, Ellie.

Every girl knows that.

You drugged me.

I gave you good stuff too.

The police have your confession,

multiple pieces of evidence.

And now that they
have your phone,

they see that you
were at the scene

of all the recent attacks.

But I wasn't.

But your phone was.

Of course.

You've been stealing
my phone too.

You should really lock
your doors at night, Ellie.

There's a murderer on the loose.

Chloe!

Oh my God!

Chloe, are you all right?

Did Ms. Oliver do this to you?

No, it was the guy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, the guy upstairs.

He told me that if I misbehave,

I'd end up in the closet,

with the other one.

The other one?

Come on.

-What?
-Get up.

It's the
missing cheerleader.

Guys.

Shh, come on, let's go upstairs.

What?

You're not gonna
get away with this.

Okay, I'll tell them
that it was you.

You think they'll believe you?

I'm a respected
oncologist, Ellie.

And you, well,

you have a documented
history of mental illness.

Even your therapist can confirm

that you've been
acting strangely.

Writing emails in your sleep?

Your laptop was wide open,

I just couldn't help myself.

So you framed me?

You drugged me and you planted
Chloe's headband in my room?

You just
made it so easy.

I just have
one question for you.

What's that?

I didn't reject you this time.

You had me.

So if you wanted me this
badly all this time,

then why are you still
doing this to me?

You know, I thought
I wanted you,

but I realized,

the truth is,

I hate you.

You and all the
girls just like you.

I can't think of anything better

than seeing you rot in prison

for a bunch of murders
that you didn't commit.

It's brilliant.

I frame you for everything,

and then I never get caught.

You're right.

It is brilliant.

Thank you.

But there's just one small
problem with your plan.

What's that?

You just confessed it
to the whole world.

What?

Ms. Oliver!

Ava!

-Oh my God.

How did you know I was here?

It's a long story.

You don't even wanna know.

Ava, for once, I
am incredibly glad

that you are nosy as hell.

In other news,

serial killer Jonathan
Colton was sentenced today

to life in prison
without parole.

In a fitting end to
Mosier's town tragedy,

it was the
cheerleaders themselves

who took down the
once esteemed doctor

who'll now spend the rest
of his life behind bars.

Said one relieved resident,

"We finally feel safe here in
Mosier, after 10 long years."

Hey mom.

Hi honey.

Come on up.

What's all this, then?

Well, have a seat.

I have some exciting news.

What?

The doctor called,
I'm in remission.

-Oh Mom!

I know.

Oh, this is just
the best news ever.

I know.

Oh, well we have to toast.

Okay.

To kicking cancer's butt.

Screw cancer!

I hope this means you're not
gonna be leaving us again.

I just really love
having you here.

Are you kidding?

I can't leave, I have a
cheer tournament to win.

Well, let's toast to
the cheer tournament.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Our last practice
before our first competition!

You guys ready to
kill it out there?

Coach Trudel, would
you cue the music?

You got it, Coach Oliver!

Mosier High School,

the yellow, black, and white,

come on all you Wildcats,

let's fight, fight,
fight, fight!

Mosier High School, the
yellow, black, and white,

come on all you Wildcats,

let's fight, fight,
fight, fight!