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Did you hear that?

Well, I don't hear anything.

Shut your fucking mouth.

I definitely heard something.

You should go check it out.

- Um, no, let's go.
I have a bad feeling.

Come on. It's probably nothing.

- What are you talking about?
How could that be nothing?

- Why are you being such
a little bitch about this?

- What?
- I'm sorry.

I just heard
you were a fucking man.

Anything?

Uh... no.

Fuck this.

Aah!

It worked!

- Quick, do it while he's down.
- Yeah.

Huh? It's not working.

Fucking Amazon.

Aaaah!

- I think he barely
even feels it.

I got this.

Ugh.

- Do you want to cry for help?
- Go ahead, we'll wait.

- Uh...
- Where's his I. D.?

Lowell Orson Lehmann?

- Lehmann.
- Good name for the news.

Age 42, 6'6",

- Ooh.
- You realize this expires

in, like, a month, right?

- You bitches made the stupidest
mistake of your lives.

Ah! It speaks?

I'm gonna cut your insides out.

- I'm gonna skull-fuck
your severed heads

while your parents watch!

You don't know
what I'm capable of.

- What?
Of course we know.

We're your biggest fans, dude!

- Seen everything
you've ever done.

Well, everything we know about.
We're pretty sure it's four.

- Since last May, is that right?
- Five, plus Craig.

- Totes. You know, you can
follow us, if you want.

It's @TragedyGirls. That's two, plural.

See this?

- You wouldn't believe
how relieved we were

when you started
knocking off freshies.

- This town can be,
like, so boring.

- It took us a while
to figure out, but we did.

How many weeks apart
before he strikes again?

- You really have a thing
for girls with short hair.

- Fortunately for everyone,
I look great in a pixie cut.

She does.

- All it took was a few boys
to set the trap.

- Do you know how many handjobs
this girl had to give?

Like 30.

- But you finally showed.
And you didn't disappoint.

- We are gonna have
so much fun together.

Oh!

Aaah!

You smell that?

That's your fucking
skin burning!

Make no mistake
who's in charge, bitch.

- We're on the same side,
you know.

We want the same things.

We just don'tknow everything.

- That's where you come in.
- We need a trainer.

A teacher. Yoda.

Now, McKayla here... she wasn't
really sold on the idea.

Hmm. I had to be convinced.

- Luckily, I understand
the importance

of a close student-teacher
relationship.

And I bet you
are dying to impart

a little of your experience

on a few ambitious
up-and-comers.

Am I right?

- Gross.
- Hey!

Bad Lowell! No!

- No!.
- We'll see how you feel

after a few days
to think it over.

What the shit?

You've got to be kidding me.

- You couldn't even
do that right?

Craig, bae.

Ambulance.

- They're on their way.
Just hang in there.

You're back down to four.

Do you ever do this?

The whole "industrial lye
to melt the body" thing?

- We stole it
from "Breaking Bad,"

but it totally works.

- Yeah, it took a lot
of stray cats and dogs

to get this mixture down.

- Past his bedtime.
- On it!

- Stay the fuck away from me!
Oh!

- She's got my vote.
- Really?

- Just joking, bitch.
- Hey, guys! Who's left?

Hey!

- Oh, they just cut
Rusty and Tina,

so we're rooting
for Lucy and J. T.

- How was prom planning?
- Really great.

Sadie and I have
some really good ideas.

- Well, it's your senior year.
Enjoy it!

I'll try.

But I've got
a big day tomorrow, so bye.

- Good night, sweetie!
- Night, baby!

- Sorry I'm late.
- All good, kiddo.

Thanks for the leftovers.

- No problem.
- Did you take the truck out?

- Yeah. Grocery run.
And, yes, I filled the tank.

That's my girl.

- Night, pop.
- Night, kid.

Hey! Have you seen
the cat lately?

Nope. Sorry.

Weird.

- We were gonna hang out, but
then he just stopped texting.

Did you guys, like,
hear from him?

- It's been, like,
a really long time.

- Because he was such a good guy.
- I know, right?

I really hope nothing bad
happened to him.

- It's like... poof...
he vanished, right?

I'm so scared right now.

- Death is just an inevitable
part of life, you know?

- Yeah, we have to,
like, treasure

the time we have or whatever.

- It's, like, anybody
could be next, even you.

You can find more information

about the recent
unsolved murders

on our Tragedy Girls
Twitter page.

You know, if you want.

I know, right?

- Okay, quiet down, everyone.
Quiet.

Okay, before we get started,

I think that we need to address
the elephant in the room.

Craig is a model citizen
of this school.

And if you need anyone
to talk to, I'm here.

Okay?

Oh.

I'm gonna leave you
with the sheriff.

Mrs. Kent.

Now, I know there's been
a lot of speculation

as to what happened.
And at this time,

we firmly believe
Craig has run away from home.

No!

I mean...
how do you know?

I'm not at liberty to say.

- So, there's no suspicion
of foul play?

What about the recent string
of deaths in the tri-town area?

- Okay, girls, could we just
give it a rest, please?

- No, it's okay, Charlotte.
There's no need to panic,

but if anyone has further
information about Craig,

do not hesitate to come forward
so we can bring him home safe.

Really?

There's nothing else
you want to warn us about?

No, Jordan.

Not at this time.

Mrs. Kent.

Thanks, Sheriff.

I know how easy it is
to spread rumors

when you're in high school,

but can we please try
and be respectful?

That goes for everyone.

- The sheriff's office
is in full-on denial.

- But are they telling
thefull truth?

How was that?
- Eh, I could go again.

We need to emphasize
the Upworthy-ness.

'Kay, one sec.

I can't believe
everyone is so calm.

I mean, there's a dangerous
killer on the loose...

so to speak.

- Well, they jumped the gun
on bringing in Jordan's dad.

There hasn't even been
a stake-raising second death.

- What's with you
and that mama's boy anyway?

Nothing.

We're sort of friends.

- Well, you don't need
any friends.

You have me.
- Aw, someone's jelly.

I'm not jelly.

He just has
a pathetic crush on you.

Ever since he got held back
a year, he's been super-clingy.

Put him out of his misery
already.

- Um, we need him
for the video editing?

He's legit talented.
We only got one retweet today...

from your mom.

Sad.

Fine. We'll step up our game.

Now it's important
to distinguish

what kind of killers
we're talking about here.

- Serial killers can operate
over many years

and have very distinct patterns
when selecting their victims.

- While spree killers don't
have cooling-off periods,

and kill like 2 or more people
in a short amount of time.

- So it's like a Jeffrey Dahmer-
- Ugh.

- Versus a Charles Starkweather-
- Hmm.

- But what kind of killer is
operating in Rosedale right now?

- And more importantly,
is he behind the disappearance

of Craig Thompson?

- And even more importantly...
- Who will be next?

- Yeah, so, I think my roto here
works pretty well.

And, uh, you guys really sell it
with the performances.

This is great, Jordan.

- Yeah, feel free
to stop whenever.

- You know, my dad says
there's no killer

because he doesn't want
to scare people.

But you guys want
to tell the truth,

and so do I.

- Cool. So can you
just, like, upload it

whenever it renders or whatever?

Yeah. Okay.

- Thanks, J.
- Oh, wait!

Uh, this is yours.
"Martyrs" was just horrifying.

- So fucked up.
It's great, right?

- Yeah, yeah.
Um, you know,

I've been getting into
more European stuff lately,

if you ever want to...
come over.

- We have cheer.
- Yeah. Sorry.

Okay. Yeah. Cool. It's cool.

Uh, maybe some other time,
if you ever want to...

Great. So, I'll... I'll
just post this,

once it's uh, uh,
once it's all good.

Hashtag Tragedy Girls!

- We've got a comment
on our video already.

"I made 8,000 dollars this week,
working from home."

Fucking spambots.

It's like nobody cares
what we're doing.

I know.

Well, how's our new pet?
- Hmm.

- So boring.
It's like old drifter Periscope.

I can't believe he's being
such a dick about helping us.

- He's like, "I'm gonna gut you
like a fish."

Get over yourself, man.

- Well, that's it, I guess.
I don't know

how we're gonna become
horror legends

without an iconic killer.

- Dude, I told you,
we don't need him.

- Your brains, my charisma,
we can do anything.

- No offense, but last I checked,
that didn't work out so well.

- That was like a million
years ago.

We could kill the juice-bar guy.

Hi.

He knows.

- Sometimes I just feel
like nothing I do matters.

- Look, we're about to graduate
and go to college,

and we haven't even started
our first killing spree.

Is that what you want?

- Of course not.
But it's about the story.

It's got to be legend-worthy.

Something people
will never forget.

Hmm.

Wait.

We just need 100,000 followers
by prom,

and we'll be on our way.

- So we steal Lowell's
gross identity,

and use it to leverage
our online presence.

- Then we frame him
for everything.

Exactly. To the next phase.

To the next phase.

- Be aggressive!
Be, be aggressive!

Rosedale, Rosedale,
we're the best!

Growing stronger than the rest!
Be aggressive!

Be, be aggressive!
- Be, be beheaded

Whoo!

- Whoo!
- Put your head down!

- Why do we do this?
- Forget it.

- Hi, ladies!
- Hi, Syl.

What?

- Super-cute shoes, McKayla.
- Thank you.

But, as you know,

we are supposed to have
the proper footwear

for the pyramids
and the catching.

So?

- So I just don't think
they're very practical.

Don't get me wrong, I love them.

But maybe you could just
sit this one out, okay?

I just want everyone to be safe.

Bye!

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

- What a cunt.
- Right?

Rosedale High is trending.

- Hashtag RosedaleKiller
or hashtag PrayForCraig?

Ugh. Neither.

- It's your leather jacket
of an ex-boyfriend.

Oh.

Jesus, are all of these pics
just him and his crotch rocket?

- Yeah.
- And these song lyrics...

He's so sensitive.

- He has so many more
followers than we do,

and it's literally
the same thing!

- What?!
- It's okay.

You've really grown so much
in these last 12 hours.

Be strong.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Hey.

What's up?

Hi, Tobes.

Hey, Kay-Kay.

How are you doing?

- I'm good. Yeah, I'm good.
I'm just...

I'm, like, really upset
about Craig and everything,

but...
- That's good.

You need to be open right now
to experience everything.

- I'm so open.
- As scary as it may be,

you can't be afraid
to ride that wave.

- I'm gonna ride it.
- No matter how terrifying it is.

Embrace it, okay?
- I'm gonna embrace it so hard.

- Yeah, so we happened to see
some of your posts about Craig.

And they're really similar
to what we're doing.

So we were just wondering
if maybe you could

give our blog a shout-out?
- Yeah, I don't...

I don't think Toby
really does shout-outs.

I don't know, I think
that a shout-out from me

would be a little off-brand.

- Something is definitely
happening in Rosedale,

and I think
that Craig would agree.

Look, I say what I feel.

If people connect with it,
then... that's beautiful.

But I'm no hero.

- Just one post.
It'd really help us out.

I miss you so much, Tobes.

- I miss you too, Kay-kay.
- Really?

- I've been thinking a lot
about us lately.

But everything that happened
with Craig is just so...

so messed-up.

You know?
All we have is each other,

and I need to express myself
for the community.

The whole community needs me
to be present for them.

You understand?

I have 15,000 followers.

- But why do we have to kill
the cute ones first?

- To make an omelet, you have
to kill some ex-boyfriends.

Plus he's hella-annoying,
and he's distracting you.

Yeah, but how do we do this?

I mean, what are we
trying to say here?

- How about "I just stabbed your
basic bitch-ass in the throat

'cause of your
emo status update."

Be serious.

Okay, you're the one
who's always saying

that we have to have
a higher plan and shit.

- You're right. If we don't
put thought into this,

we're no different

than the Texas Chainsaw
reject we have tied up.

- He's always just trying
to escape.

So boring.

- Why did you and Toby
break up, again?

- He said he needed
to find himself.

But really he just found
a sick deal on a motorbike,

which made him like 20% hotter.

- Wait. I could see it as
a "Death Proof" kind of thing.

I can work with that.

Yas, queen.

Hey! Hey!

- Yeah, yeah, like that.
- Making its way downtown.

Ugh! Oh.

Dinner time!

Eat up, Lehmann.

It's all good protein.

We... look... amazing.

- Hot, right?
- Yeah.

But we're totally gonna have to
start wearing masks,

'cause if we keep
dressing this good...

people gonna know it's us.

Let's talk Toby.

- Okay, so, he will be
at his house,

working on his hog.
Sexy.

Um, but, then he likes to go
for a ride on Connor Road

to, like, think.

- Let's give him
something to think about.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Angela?

Tatum?

Michelle?

McKayla?

I was number 4?

Proceeding with phase 2.

Go around!

Aaah!

Aah!

Aah! How'd it look?

- Here you go.
- Ooh!

Again?

Motherfucker!

Oh!

- Shut up.
Someone might hear you.

- More to the left.
His heart is more to the left.

Ugh!

Ugh!

- You're just hitting bone, dude.
- I'm trying.

Give it.

Ugh!

- Help! Help!
- Someone's coming.

Help me!

Shh!

- Hey.
- Hey. Everything okay?

- Yeah.
Just a little car trouble.

- Oh.
Can I help out?

That's all right.

I know how to change a tire.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Pretty good with my hands.

And... And tires.

Help!

Shh.

- Uh, my friend is really
into Candy Crush.

She hasn't scored a jelly in,
like, a hot minute, so...

- Oh. Okay, I know how that is.
- Yeah.

- If I'm gonna be murdered,
I'm so happy it's you.

M- Kay!

What the fuck?

Nothing.

Got him.

Ugh. Okay.

- You ready to rehearse this?
- Yeah.

So, we were just driving
down the street

after our morning workout,
obviously.

And there was this body there.

And I'm not a CSI person, but
it looked like he was murdered.

Okay.

I'm not a CSI person,

but it looked like
he was murdered.

- Murdered? The coroner's report
says it was an accident.

So devastating.
- But wasn't there evidence

that he was stabbed
multiple times?

That's just what we heard.

- You can watch the video on our
YouTube channel, Tragedy Girls.

Girls, plural. We have
a Twitter and a Tumblr.

- Look, girls,
points for enthusiasm,

but please let the professionals
handle this, okay?

Just one interview.

I mean, we can say
whatever you want us to say.

We'll post a link
on our website.

We can help each other out.

- Real journalism is based
in facts, not hashtags.

Why are you even here?

- Young people and road safety.
That's the real story.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
please.

Can we get the shots
of the cars parking?

Please, like, right now?
- Sure.

- Parked cars.
They're not going anywhere.

- I tried to show my dad
your page, but he won't budge.

He just said,
"Motorbikes are dangerous."

- Okay, well, maybe we can
use this to our advantage?

Make a "Rosedale Murder
Cover-Up" video?

- He also said I probably
shouldn't be making movies

with you guys anymore.

- And what did you say?
- Told him to fuck off.

Not using those exact words,
but you know,

I think we left things
ambiguous enough

that he probably knows
what I'm gonna do.

But, guys, if there's some
sort of psycho on the loose,

you need to leave it alone.

- Don't be lame,
we're not scared.

- No, I'm serious.
I...

Look, I just don't want see...
anybody get hurt.

Well, I promise we'll stop

if I ever feel like
we're in danger.

Okay?

Okay.

- Well, we're late
for Prom Committee.

But, hey, Jordan,

maybe you should find
a date to prom, you know,

'cause it's gonna be fun
and you don't want to go alone.

Because that's
extremely pathetic.

Maybe your daddy
can help you find someone.

Je-scuse moi?

- Could you repeat that, Syl?
For the record?

- Yes. Like I was saying, two of
our fellow classmates are gone,

and I think, to honor them,
we should tone down the dance.

It is so tragic we lost Craig
before his time...

- And my ex, Toby.
May he rest in peace.

- As a junior, you may not
quite understand this yet, Syl,

but I think it would actually
dishonor their memory.

- Yeah, if we don't have prom,
then the haters win, Syl.

- Plus, we already made
the deposit on the deejay.

And that shit's nonrefundable.

- I hear you, but that was
before everything happened.

I think we should donate
our budget to the families.

Right?

Goodness.

- Order! Syl makes, like,
some really good points,

but I think we should
celebrate how they lived.

- Well, I think
we should vote on it.

And I'd like to be
the first to motion this.

- Seconded?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, let the record show

that both the president
and the vice president

are vehemently
opposed to this change.

- Vehemently!
- Well, I would just like

to thank you all for coming,
and I just really hope

that we can all
band together as a class

and really respect each other
and bring together...

- What the hell is that?
- Syl made it. It's a library.

A library for what?

- People make these and put them
in front of their houses

with used copies of "Twilight,"

and old people
borrow books from them.

It's a thing.

- How did that prissy bitch
get so good at woodshop?

- "I really hope
that my work can inspire

free little libraries
everywhere,

and really do some good.
You know?"

- And it's going to the state
competition this weekend

as Rosedale's official entry.

Not anymore.

- So, if I move my shift
at the shelter,

that would clear up
the afternoon

to go to the old folks' home.

Right?
- Okay.

Who did this?

How am I supposed to get my
lending-library scholarship now?

Don't just stand there, help me!

How could you let this happen?
You get every piece.

No matter how hard I work,
it'll never be the same.

Oh... my God.

You are ruining it!
Just... Just get out.

Okay? Go, go, go, go.
We're leaving.

Thank you.

Goodnight, Mr. Gordon.

Night, uh, you.

Hello?

I'm still working in here.

People.

I said I'm still in here!

Look, Mr. Wan said that I could!

You have got to be kidding me.

Jesus, you scared me.

Sorry, I thought I was
the only one in here.

Did your Drama Club run late?

Okay, can I help you?

I'm kind of
working on something.

Okay.

Okay, what is this?

Uh, Mr. Gordon?!

Anyone? No?

McKayla?
- Shit.

- Damn it, M-Kay!
- I'm sorry.

Not really feeling this
whole pantomime thing anyway.

- Stay in character!
- Ugh.

Oh!

Oh!

Aah!

Oh! Aah!

Aah! Aaaah!

Did that just...

I can't even...

- That is some serious
"Final Destination" shit.

Damn it.

This is still gonna
look like an accident, again!

What do we do?

Ugh. Like this?

- Yeah, just so there's
no possible way

she could have
done this herself.

Check it out.

"Your shoes are not regulation."

McKayla... just a few words.

How does it feel to see your
conspiracy theory come to life?

Honestly, I'm not surprised.

You know, I've been the voice
of reason in Rosedale...

- I'm sorry, you can't do this.
- Excuse me,

we're doing an interview.
- Ma'am, I'm sorry.

This is not allowed.
- I was doing...

But I look really cute today.

- Can I get a picture with you
by your locker?

That would really help me out.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

- Hey. Uh, you guys need
to take it down a notch.

Why? We're finally getting

the recognition
that we deserve

on this very important
public-safety issue...

or whatever.

- Whoa, what happened there?
- Nothing.

- Is that blood?
- Heavy-flow day.

- I don't know. That's not
how that works, right?

- Sadie Cunningham
and McKayla Hooper

to the principal's office
immediately.

Sadie and McKayla.

- Okay, my dad is really
pissed at you guys.

Why?

He wants to bring you in...

for interfering
with an investigation.

- Shut up! Really?
- Okay, well, um...

if... if Sadie needs, like,
an alibi or something,

just to get her out of a jam,
just tell her...

She can say she was with me

watching some
Dario Argento movie, okay?

- Dario DiGiorno.
- Dario Argento.

Dario Arpeggio. Mario Wario.

I don't know. I don't care.
Bye-sies!

- Hey, can I?
- Obviously.

Hmm.

Now, I want to assure you both

that no one here is
accusing you girls of anything.

- We were just trying to help.
- But if you guys

would just admit
that something's going on...

- I don't need advice
from teenagers

on how to protect
this community.

- Okay, no one here
is the bad guy.

If there is a perpetrator,

you're not helping to catch him,
you're encouraging him.

- So, you're saying
there's a perpetrator?

- Does he text you
when you're next?

- Do you have any idea what that
girl's family is going through?

- Yes, we've been in contact
with them through our blog.

They only want justice
for their daughter.

- We were on Prom Committee
and on Cheer Squad together.

They asked us both to speak
at her memorial service.

- We all need to find
a way to grieve.

And remembering Syl's spirit
on the Internet is part of that.

Thank you for your time, girls.

Thank you.

- I need you both to account
for your whereabouts last night.

- I was with Sadie.
- Watching a movie.

With Jordan Welch.

- This is un-fucking
acceptable, Gerald.

They're jeopardizing
the whole investigation.

- Well, if you want to police
these kids on Twitter,

be my guest.

- And a big thanks
to Jordan Welch

for putting that together
under such short notice.

Jordan.

She will be missed.

Also, I hope that I can fill
her shoes as cheer captain.

For more information,
or to donate

to a charity in Syl's name,

you can visit our blog
at Tragedy Girls-

I got something to say.

Um...

Big Al, everyone.

Thank you, ladies.

You all know me.

I've been a firefighter
in this community

for eight years,

fire marshal for two,

not to mention going to state
handball championships

three years running,
right here in this very gym.

87-39...
record still stands.

I know what's happening
in this town.

And these girls are right.

Someone is targeting our kids!

And the sheriff's department
is not doing enough about it.

We have to stand up
for our community

and find who's responsible.

If that means myself
and some volunteers

are searching every block,
every abandoned property

to find the guy
that's out there doing this,

we will,
and that's a promise!

- That's what I'm talking
about, Big Al!

- Can you believe he just stole
the mic from us like that?

I know, right?

Dick. So hot, though.

So hot.

- My, uh, smoke alarm
is broken again.

- That's very dangerous,
Mrs. Kent.

Mm-hmm.

- Not too much,
or he might smell it.

Shit!

- Watch out, M-Kay!
- Why do we have to do this?

Why can't we just hit him
with an ax or something?

- Because he's huge, and he's
probably expecting someone

to attack him.

We've got another bottle
in the car.

She's not like you.

Whatever, Hannibal.

She makes little plans.

Always bossing you around.

Now you, you...
you're more like me.

- What the fuck
are you talking about?

Ask yourself...

who really takes all the risk?

Who really wants the kill?

Hmm?

No, without you,
she's, um, nothing.

- No, Sadie and I are like
the same person.

She orders you around.

Not always.

- She'll take all the credit,
you know,

just like the desperate
little fan girl that she is.

You can't trust her.

- What am I supposed to do?
- Just release me,

and we'll kill everybody
that gets in our way.

It's okay.

Just... Just open the door,
McKayla.

Okay.

Oh, my God, Lowell.

This is kind of sad, bro.

Like you could ever get
in between me and my BFF.

You know I'm right.

Before this is over,

she'll betray you.

Oh, Big Al, you're so big!

Thank you, Mrs. Kent.

I just love
your big, meaty hands!

Is that what she sounds like?

I don't know.

I feel like
she would be like, "Ooh!"

I feel like her laugh
is like a "hoo."

Like a "hoo-hoo-hoo hoo hoo!"

Hi.

- Keep in touch
with the fire station,

I don't want a bunch of those
"heroes" forming a mob.

- Sheriff, uh, you got a minute?
- Make it quick, son.

- Look, I know that
you don't like them,

but Sadie and McKayla have found
some really good patterns...

Not this again.

- Can you at least
take a look at it?

- Because of their bullshit,
I'm working 'round the clock

to keep this town
from going crazy.

Go home.

Can we talk?

- Okay, look, I've been
editing their blog

for a couple weeks now,
and I feel like,

if you just took a look
at it once, then...

- Jordan, I think about
your mom every day.

But this is not the same.

Finding this guy
does not bring her back.

And you running around,
spreading lies

with that Cunningham girl
does not honor her memory.

Understand?

- I just want you
to listen to me.

We're not done here.

- Dude, finish strong!
Finish strong! One more!

Yeah!

Whoo! Good job, boy!

- Aw.
- Yeah!

Come on.

- Damn, you've been really
working out, huh?

Good job, good job, man.
You're good to cut the lights

and lock the door
when I get out, right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- All right, cool.

Let me get ya,
let me get ya.

- All right.
Thanks, Drew.

No problem.

Whoo, Big Al!

Perfect.

Okay, so remember
the safe word is "torso."

- Dude, I know. You told me
like a million times.

Oof.

Oof.

Nice one!

But you should use
the other mirror.

It's got, like,
way better lighting.

- Hey, um, I think
they're closed.

- Yeah, I know, I just saw
what's-his-name

and he was like,
"You can get in a quick 30."

Pump some iron,
as long as I've got

this big strong muscle-y Al
to take care of me!

- Yeah, well,
I'm just finishing up, so...

- Yeah, no, that's fine.
I'm just gonna, um,

I'm just gonna do
a couple, like, sets.

You know what I mean?
Like, for my body.

- I've never seen you
in here before.

- You know what, I was thinking,
like, the same thing.

I was like, "Wow,
it's weird," right?

Like, I'm here all the time.

I mean, like, so are you,
obviously.

Oh, I'm such a klutz.

- Oh, hey,
don't worry about that.

- No, no, no,
let me refill it for you.

- No, really,
I'm about to leave...

I insist.

Big bottle.

Shit.

Here you go.

- Thank you.
You didn't have to do that.

Yeah.

Um, so, do you have any,
I don't know, like, tips...

for a girl who's trying to...
tighten?

- Tighten up.
Well, for your build,

you might want to start
with more free weights.

- Free weights. Cool.
Yeah, no, good. Good idea. Ooh.

- How about that?
- Hmm.

Mmm. Water. Mmm.

Ah! So refreshing. Mmm.

Mmm.

You okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Someone's here.

- I didn't hear anything.
- I did.

- Maybe we should hydrate. Oh.
- Stay here.

- Do you want to
take this with you?

Somebody back here?

What are you doing?

- Sorry about that.
Can't be too careful,

especially with a nut-job
on the loose.

No worries.

So, you want me to spot you?

What the hell?

Dude! I said I got this!

Sorry! Torso! Torso!

Ugh!

Call the police!

You bitches crazy!

- Well, at least this won't
look like an accident.

- Dude.
I totally had it.

He drank the water
and everything.

- Jordan's on his way to my
house, like, right now.

We need to go.
- Okay, fine,

but you're not hearing
the last of this, okay?

I've got a lot
to talk to you about.

- You always have a lot
to talk to me about.

- I've got notes, girl.
I've got notes.

Hey J. What's up?

- My dad left his work
computer logged in,

so I copied the police reports,
crime-scene photos,

and documents
from all six murders.

- This is amazing.
- Yeah. It's, uh, super-illegal.

So...

You did this for me?

Your dad would, like, freak out.
- Don't worry about him.

Look, I know
telling you to let it go

only seems to spur you on...

so, uh, fuck it.

I'm all in.

You're such a good friend, J.

- Whoa, look at that
splatter pattern.

- Yeah. That's...
- How awesome is that?

- Yeah. It's really...
It's really great.

- That's crazy.
- We can...

We can turn this off anytime.
Anytime we want, really.

I like them.

Come in.

Hey, sunshine.

- Oh, you shouldn't have
let me sleep in.

I have to be ready for school.

School's canceled today, hon.

Look, I don't know
how to say this,

so I'm just gonna say it.

There's been another murder.

What?!

- The body of
decorated firefighter

Albert "Big Al" Hill
was discovered

earlier this morning
by his longtime trainer.

Your friend of 20 years
found brutally murdered

in the one place that you
were supposed to feel safe.

Will you ever look
at the gym the same?

- There's a hole in my heart
where Al used to live.

- Honey?
- Yeah.

- Another murder! Town meeting.
- Okay.

- We have to find a way
to remember Al.

We have to find a way
to remember Al!

We at Channel 5 remember Al,

and we are asking you,
if we don't start yielding

to the warning signs
of our local hero,

who will be next?
Back to you.

- He had gotten so strong.
So strong.

Are we still live?

- You know, Big Al was
the toughest S. O. B. I ever met.

Cracked my tooth once
playing handball.

- Steven...
- I'm just saying,

the guy was kind of a hot head.

Really surprised they
made him fire marshal.

- Well, there's an emergency
town-hall meeting

this afternoon.
Now, baby,

you don't have to go
if you don't want to.

- I, um, I'm still trying
to process this.

But I think I'll be there.

- McKayla, I do not want you out
by yourself at night anymore.

It's too dangerous.

- But I still have
Prom Committee.

I won't go
anywhere without Sadie.

We'll keep each other safe.

Please?

- But I want
regular text updates.

Yes.

That's my girl.

Waffle me.

Thank you, baby.

- Please, please.
Can I have your attention?

Our town, our community,

our entire way of life
is under attack.

We will overcome this,
but we must have faith.

We must have patience
with our law enforcement

and with each other.

This is a time for remembering,
for mourning.

And now I'd like
to turn the floor over

to Sheriff Welch, if you please.

Thank you, Madam Mayor.

I'd like to stress to everybody

that the most important
thing to do is stay calm

and not make our community
even more vulnerable.

I've consulted with
the state police and the FBI.

And with their help,

a strict curfew of 8:00 p. m.
will be in effect.

Son of a bitch!

- Please, remain calm.
- Curfews can't keep us safe!

What are you hiding, Sheriff?

- What about our missing pets?
- This is exactly what he wants!

- Hashtag RememberAl!
RememberAl!

- Remember Al!
Remember Al!

Remember Al! Remember Al!
Remember Al! Remember Al!

Remember Al! Remember Al!
Remember Al! Remember Al!

Remember Al! Remember Al!
Remember Al! Remember Al!

Remember Al! Remember Al!
Remember Al!

Remember Al! Remember Al!

Hyah!

Okay!

Who's ready to show this psycho
that we are not afraid?!

- We are!
- Right!

Let's march down Main Street

and give Sheriff Welch
a piece of our mind!

- Yeah!
- Remember Al!

Remember Al! Remember Al!

Remember Al! Remember Al!
Remember Al! Remember Al!

- Ugh. I feel like we've been
walking for fucking hours.

- My calves are killing me, and
we're only a third of the way.

Ugh. Damn it!

Who are you texting?

- No one. Come on, let's go
to the front for a better shot.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

And with a show of force
and goodwill like this,

one thing is certain.
- Our Midwestern town

won't take any more shit
from this serial killer.

Like and favorite!

Did you...

I was with you the whole time.

Excuse me!

Sadie, McKayla.

Quick sound bite
from the Tragedy Girls?

- Oh, I can't even deal
with this right now.

Uh, we are shocked and saddened

that another death
has transpired

due to the apathy
of our law enforcement.

- Good one.
- Is that a direct quote?

- Hey, wait your turn!
Are you afraid that the killer

will target you next
because of your infamous blog?

- Um, we will not rest until
we stop this menace of society!

Please continue to follow
Tragedy Girls on Twitter.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Yeah?
- Hey, hon.

A lot of people
have been calling the house...

CNN, ABC, Barbara Walters.
- Sweetie,

there's someone who calls

who just breathes
into the phone.

- Mom, Dad,
just hang up the phone.

Don't talk to anyone.
And lock the doors.

What if it's him?

There's a good chance.

- So, you believe
you're being followed?

- I've been getting these weird
texts, like when I'm at school.

- Someone's been
invading my privacy.

I know it.
- And I'm pretty sure

I've seen this guy before.
- He could be the killer.

- He was old.
- Not likeyou old,

like Father Time old,
but, like, old.

- Kind of out of shape, um...
- 6'6".

- And really old.
- Something like this?

- This looks like
Stewie from "Family Guy."

That's terrible, but, yeah.

Yeah, his eyes were
a little bit more beady.

- You should hire somebody.
- Do you think you could, like,

dispatch someone to,
like, my house?

- Or escort me to school,
just in case?

- Even with all the extra help,
I can't spare a single deputy.

- What?
- The fuck? You're the police.

I could be killed!

- Maybe stop checking
in your location online,

and he won't find you.

I'd rather die.

Phones off!

- But it's a matter
of life and death.

What if we have to call 911?

I said, phones off!

You know, maybe we should
continue with a conversation

about the dark side
of social media.

Anyone?

Narcissism?
What about shallowness?

Sociopathy?

- I object!
- Yeah, you're singling us out.

- People have died!
People who can't be replaced.

I have just about had it
with the both of you,

feeding off misery
like parasites.

You should both be ashamed.

Parasitic.

- I can't do this anymore.
- You're just going to quit?

- You can't just
abandon our videos.

We gave you all the footage.

- You can have it back.
- I thought we made a good team.

- We do.
I... My dad needs me

more than you guys right now.

- Fuck your dad.
- M-Kay!

- Don't talk about
my dad like that.

- No. If Sheriff Welch
knew his dick from his donuts,

he would've solved this already.
He's useless.

Just like when your mother
was murdered.

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

That's enough!

- Come on, Sadie.
We don't need him.

We could Snapchat a used tampon
and it would be huge.

Jordan needs to die.
- He's harmless.

He's making you soft.

- I am not soft.
I am fierce.

And you shouldn't have
brought up his mom.

- Are you still feeling guilty
about that shit?

Hey, girls.

If you hear anything weird,
don't hesitate.

No psychos are gonna get
in here on my watch.

- Yes, Dad.
- Yes, Mr. Cunningham.

- All right,
I'm gonna hit the hay. Night.

- Jordan knows more
than he's letting on.

He doesn't know anything.

- Dude, the way
he was looking at me.

He's always hanging around,
watching.

It's only a matter of time
before he spills to his dad.

You're over-reacting.

Fuck.

- What?
- My phone.

my fucking phone.

- Which one?
- The important one.

I swear it was right...

He took it.

- Jordan?
You're being paranoid.

Earlier, with the drive.

I mean, right in front
of my fucking face.

This is like a total breach!
He dies tonight!

- Lowell could be outside,
figuring out

how to disembowel us
or whatever.

It's not even worth the risk.
- If we go to jail,

everything
that we've worked for is fucked.

Look, don't worry. okay?

I'll sneak into his house
after curfew,

and I'll slit his throat.

It'll be quick...

like it never even happened.

No, he's my friend.

I'll do it.

Are you, uh, going back
to the station again?

- No, figure
I'll stay in tonight.

We got some extra guys
from Chamberlain on shift.

They've got it under control.

We'll have some fun.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

I wanted to see you,

but I didn't think
your dad would be here.

- He will freak out
if he catches you.

Is that an Elvis Presley frog?

- Goddamn right, it's
an Elvis Presley frog.

"You ain't nothing
but a hound frog."

That's it.

- Are we gonna talk,
or did you just come over

to make fun of me?
- Sorry.

It's just exactly
how I pictured it.

- And how did you
avoid the deputies?

- I didn't, really.
They're just bad at their jobs.

They've never been fantastic.

- It's like a thousand degrees
in here.

Um, um, listen,

there's something
that I have to tell you.

Come on, you got this.

- I have something
I need to tell you, too.

- Okay.
Um, you want to go first?

- I don't think
that's a good idea.

You go.
- Okay.

Um, something McKayla said
the other day...

My mom's death has
never been ruled a murder.

What are you saying?

- I'm saying that I think
she knows more than she lets on,

about what's happening,
about who's killing people.

- But she was just a kid
when your mom passed away.

- Yeah. Yeah, I know.
I- I know it sounds crazy,

and I know that you want
to protect her,

but maybe she knows the killer.

What makes you say that?

- Okay, the morning
after Syl's death,

she had splatter stains
on her shoes.

And to be fair, I didn't get
a good look at it, but...

- Oh, you'll get
a good look at it.

- In the town meeting,
she sent a text, like,

right before everyone got
a picture of Big Al dead.

People text all the time.

Okay. All right?

Does everyone have

a second unregistered
cellphone in their backpack?

- I fucking knew it!
- What?

- Yeah.
- What did you see on it?

Nothing yet. It's locked,

and I haven't finished
cracking it.

I probably shouldn't be
telling you this,

but I kind of broke
into the school

and I got her psych profile

while everyone
was doing the march.

- Those are private!
- I know, I know,

I must seem insane right now,
but I think

there might be something
seriously wrong with her.

She's got, like,
a lot of red flags.

That doesn't mean anything.

Just stop defending her, okay?

Look, if she has something
to do with this,

or if she's working
with someone,

I think they might be
ramping up to something big.

- You're being crazy, J.
- No, I just...

I know what it's like

to lose someone
that you really care about.

And I don't know

if I could live with myself
if anything happened to you.

You don't mean that.

- No, I do.
I mean, I think

you're pretty much
the most amazing, brilliant,

unique person I've ever met.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I think you're special.
To me, at least.

And you have really good taste
in obscure movies,

and, like,
your hair is, like, super cool.

And I...

Ugh. Vom.

Lehmann?!

- Did you hear that?
- No, what?

Listen.

Shit.

Uh, one second, Dad.

Shh!

What the...

Jordan!

Aaaah!

Shit!

Aaah!

Aaaah!

Jordan.

Hold on there, son.

What you doing here?

She saved my life.

Thank you.

- Yes, uh, I need an ambulance
at 461 Cedar Lane.

We have one person bleeding
from a large knife wound.

- In the two weeks since
the attack at my home,

there have been no new sightings

of the so-called
Rosedale Ripper.

I'd like to acknowledge
the bravery and forthrightness

of Rosedale's
very own Sadie Cunningham.

Sadie!

- I was humbled to witness
her courage firsthand

as she fought off her attacker.

I am eternally indebted to you
for saving my son's life.

Go, Sadie!

- Hi. Trish, Channel 5.
I just want to know,

what's next for
the Tragedy Girl?

Uh, actually, it's...

I mean...

I'm going to continue
to fight for what's right

and really work to make
the community a safer place.

You know?

- Madam President,
can I speak to you for a moment?

Sure.

What's up, M-Kay?
- We need to talk.

- Not now. We're at school.
- Who cares?!

- Lower your voice.
They're watching me.

Bitch, you love it.

I saw you
up there on that podium.

What, are you jelly?

I am so not jelly.

- Is this about
the Tragedy Girl thing?

Look at you, dude.

Hooking up with that loser
out of pity.

See, I thought you were
the one with the plan.

The vision? A night to remember?

Not just cut and run
when shit gets real.

- Okay, last I checked, it was me
who had to mop up your mess.

We'll discuss this later.

- We wouldn't have
a mess to mop up,

had you had the guts to...

had you had the guts

to buy the gold balloons
like we had talked about.

See, I for one,
don't want my prom

to look like the inside
of your ratchet-ass trailer.

You're such a cliché!

Don't blame me because
your part of our plan

is always boring and uninspired.

- Okay, there is nothing special
about what you do!

You only hold me back!

Well, I've never needed you.

We don't need you.

Fuck you, Sades.

Fuck these stupid fucking stars!

What the fuck
are you looking at?!

What?!

Uh, hi, Mr. Cunningham.

Uh, just here to pick up Sadie.

Uh, uh, J-Jordan.

Jordan Welch.

Uh, we've met a couple times.

My dad's the... sheriff.

Uh, one time in middle school,
you told me, like,

"Stay away from my daughter."

Uh, I'm here...
I'm here for prom.

Um...
- Sadie!

It's a great house
you have here.

Hey.
- Hi.

- Uh, could we get a picture
real quick if that's okay?

There you go.

You got to tap the screen.

It's just a little...
little tap on the screen.

- Uh...
- Here.

That's great.

Dinner's in the fridge, Pop.
- Thanks, sweetheart.

Bring her home safe.

Yeah. Yes.

There we go. Okay.

And...

There we go.
It really is an art form.

Easing off the clutch.

Ease off the clutch.

Ease off the clutch!

- Prom! Prom!
Prom! Prom!

Prom! Prom! Prom!
- Your ride's here!

Don't rush her.

Oh! Look at my baby girl!
- Aww, look at that girl!

- Angelica ain't got nothing
on my baby.

Look at you.

- Cut it out, guys.
- Oh, you only go to prom once.

- And I cannot believe
those boys at your school

were too afraid to ask you out.

- Why you got to bring that up?
- I'm just saying,

they shouldn't be afraid
of a beautiful woman.

- Well, it's just, you know,
things got a little crazy,

and there weren't a lot
of guys left to ask me.

Will Sadie be there?

Yeah, I-I think so.

I'll tell her
that you guys said hi.

I love you.
- I love you, too.

I'll get the door.

Rosedale High, please.

Yes, ma'am.

- Isn't this great?
- Sure.

- I'm kind of thirsty.
I'll be right back.

Okay.

- Nice dress, Sadie.
- You too.

- I want you to know
how proud I am.

You really turned
your attitude around

in spite of everything
that's happened.

- I guess a lot has changed.
- I hope you don't mind,

but I put your name forward
for a scholarship.

Young women who
have overcome adversity.

- Thanks, Mrs. K.
- You're welcome.

I think I need to go outside,
get some fresh air

before I lose it.
You have a good night.

- You, as well.
- Okay.

- Hey! Come on, what you doing?
It's a great song.

Just sitting for a bit.

Hey, look, um...

I- I know that things haven't
really been the same for you

ever since we got together.

But I-I just want to
let you know I'm so sorry

for telling you all that shit
about McKayla.

I know she had nothing
to do with the murders.

Like, s-she couldn't have.
That's insane.

Is there anything I can do
to make it up to you?

- Hello? Hello?
Oh, there we go.

How you doing Rosedale High?!
- Yeah!

Yeah! Whoo!

Okay, I'm just gonna say
a few words,

and then this boring old dude
will get offstage, I promise.

- To say that this was
a tough year

would be
a massive understatement.

- Yeah.
- No shit.

- But if there's one good thing
that we can take away

from these dark times,
it's this.

Our friends.

No matter where you go in life,

you will always have
with each other

a bond that is unbreakable.

I believe that the votes
have been tallied.

Yes?

This year's king and queen

are Jordan Welch
and Sadie Cunningham.

Dude!

What the...

Come on.

- We will now commence the prom
king and queen's first dance.

All hail Jordan and Sadie.

- I can't believe
this is happening.

- I think it's rigged.
- No, no, not just that.

We survived
not just a serial killer

but high school.

- And now we're here.
And I just... I can't tell you

how lucky I feel to share
this dance with my best friend.

Jonathan and Tracey,
what are you doing out here?

Back inside. Now.

- Yes, Mrs. Kent.
- Yes, Mrs. Kent.

Mrs. Kent.

Smoking can cause fires.

Or didn't Big Al teach you that?

- McKayla, what are you doing
out here?

Oh, just waiting for a friend.

Speak of the devil.

- Jesus Christ.
McKayla!

Why?
- Shh.

Please raise your hand

if you have something to say,
Mrs. Kent.

Now?

No.

I have an appearance to make.

- So, I know we haven't
gotten a chance

to talk about
when summer's over,

but have you thought
about Kent State?

I haven't really decided.

- Because even if you went
with Ohio, like,

we'd still be pretty close by.
That'd be cool.

- Jordan, listen...
- Hey, dude.

Uh, one sec.

- Sadie?
You're so brave.

I love you.

Get the fuck out of my face.

- Yeah, but thanks.
I appreciate it.

No problem.

M- Kay!

Hey.

McKayla, what'd you do
to Mrs. Kent?

She got what she deserved.

What do you think?

Cute, right?

- M-Kay, you don't have
to prove anything to me.

We made a splash. That's enough.
Don't fuck up your future.

Fuck up my future?

What happened to you?

We used to be the same,
you and me.

Do you remember our first time?

- M-Kay, don't.
- Don't what?

I mean, it was your plan,
after all.

Poor old bag didn't
even see it coming.

One minute, she's driving two
girls home from dance practice.

The next,
she's lying in a ditch.

Poor Mrs. Welch.

- It was an accident.
- An accident?

Is that what you tell yourself?

Because we both wanted it!

But, oh, you were the one
who was cold as ice.

I remember crying and crying
the next day..

jumping every time
the phone rang...

scared that I would blurt it
all out at the dinner table...

...that I would let down
my best friend.

And then you abandoned me?

I mean, you even became friends
with her son!

Him over me!

I thought I was going crazy!

The old Sadie, she wasn't
like everybody else.

No, she was something
real special.

And she would agree with me.

But if you want to be dancing
under that spotlight

with those fucking sheep,

then you're better off dead
with the rest of them.

- I never meant to hurt you.
- Oh, please.

I'm like, so over it.

I believe you've already met
my prom date.

- Been waiting a long time,
for this...

to gut you...

feast on your flesh.

- Oh, scary, Lowell.
Nice.

See, he's not much
of a sweet talker,

but he knows how to
show a girl a good time.

So, that's it?

You're just gonna
kill your best friend?

- Dude, no.
No, I'm here to save you.

We're gonna finish this
just like we planned.

A night to remember.

No!

Sadie, run! Hurry!

No!

- Come on, Jordan,
climbing up the stairs?

It's like you want
to get caught.

Just like your mother.

Sadie, come to me, baby.

Hey! Michael Myers knock-off!

I told you, she's off limits!

- Did you think I'd forget
what you did to me?

Chained, tortured, dog food?

I'm gonna repay the favor until
you're begging me to kill you!

Lowell, calm down.

We both know that you're not
very good with the thinking,

especially after
all the chloroform.

You and I, we're the same,
remember?

No.

you spend your life

putting fake bullshit
on the Internet!

- I'm gonna show you
what it really looks like!!

Stay away from her!

I missed you so much.

- Shut up.
I missed you so much!

Sadie.

Sadie, come here.
Sadie, get away from her.

Get away from her.
We need to call the police.

You're gonna pay
for what you did.

Jordan, wait.

She's my best friend.

She just tried to kill you!

And... And me!

She murdered my mom!
She...

You ruined my life.

So did I.

- Sadie, no, no, no.
Listen to me.

I love you... the real you.

Come on,
you're nothing like her.

Oh, J.

You don't know me at all.

Is my son in there?!

No!

No!

I guess you were right.

- Best night ever.
- Best night ever.

No-o!

- Months have passed since
the Rosedale Massacre

claimed the lives
of nearly 124 students.

But the healing
has only just begun.

- From this moment,
I resign my post

as the sheriff of this community

to focus on charity work

in... my son's name.

- Later in the hour,
we'll have new information

on Lowell Orson Lehmann,

and how he planned and
carried out the grisly murders

in our sleepy town.

As for Rosedale's
so-called Tragedy Girls,

the brave Sadie Cunningham
and McKayla Hooper

have managed to turn
tragedy into triumph.

With an upcoming book tour,
major interviews,

and a Lifetime movie
in the works,

I sat down with the girls

to discuss their plans
for the future.

- Uh, we'd just like to be
normal, down-to-earth students.

- I mean, living a life
of anonymity, really.

- Getting full scholarships
certainly helps,

but for now, I'd like to focus
on my program as a film major.

- McKayla, what do you feel
is your greatest triumph?

- Finding a best friend
like Sadie.

That's awesome, tight?

Hashtag blessed.

Ugh!
Dude, I hate that top!

- Shut up, you look great.
- You guys all set?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

- Look, be careful.
Call if you need anything.

- Dad...
- Look out for each other.

- There are 10 dinners
in the freezer.

Thanks, kiddo.

- Dad, stop crying!
- Love you.

- Love you.
- Let's do it!

- Be careful, no texting!
- No promises!

We did good.
- Yeah.

- If you're one of our
regular viewers,

consider clicking the link
to Jordan's charity below.

- It's for, like,
a really good cause.

- We may have survived
Rosedale...

- But we're ready to start
a whole new chapter.

- Stay tuned.
- And keep following...

- The Tragedy Girls.
Whoo!