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Previously on A Murder
at the End of the World...

What if we find a woman
who fought off

the killer and lived to tell?

There must be thousands

of reports like that.

[Bill]
But we just need one

that mentions silver jewelry.

-Holy fuck.
-[Darby] Yeah.

-We should go
talk to her in person.
-How?

I'll come pick you up.
I can drive you to Iowa.

[Andy]
Bill Farrah passed away

last night.

-[Martin] What?
-[Lu Mei] Oh, my God.

It appears that he overdosed

in his room
sometime after midnight.

-[Darby] Ray?
-[Ray chimes]

[Darby]
Can you help me?

[Ray]
Of course.

Do right-handed people

usually inject themselves
into their right arm?

Rarely, if ever.

[Darby whispering]
Bill didn't kill himself.

Someone else did.

Probably someone in this room.

[Lee whispering]
The cameras here

are wireless.

They're on their own VLAN.

Don't get caught.

[Darby] Time to spill
your secrets, friend.

[gasps]

[engine running]

-[thunder rumbling softly]
-[rain falling]

♪ Tell me you're not around ♪

♪ Then you're asking me
to be all right... ♪

Nice ride, by the way.

Oh, thanks. It's my uncle's.

I borrowed it.

But he doesn't...
he doesn't know it yet.

♪ Always down... ♪

-So you stole it?
-No, I left a note.

♪ I know, I know... ♪

At... point two miles.

You ever heard
of death by GPS?

Happens all the time.

There was a...
a mom and son in Death Valley

who followed the blue dot
into quicksand.

Swallowed the car whole.

It was fucking terrible.
They died.

Why would the GPS route them
that way?

Quickest way to get
from A to B, I guess.

Why did they go
through the quicksand?

-Why did they go through it?
-Yeah.

Uh... I don't know.
I guess...

-[laughs]
-I guess...

Well, people trust the blue dot
more than they trust themselves.

Right?

Yeah, stupid people, maybe.

-Stupid people, yeah.
-Stupid people do.

Stupid, yeah.

[Darby]
You know, I think this victim

came after the Jane Doe
from the construction site.

[Bill] Yeah,
and maybe after the survivor

we're on our way to see.

[Darby]
There should be a mark
here somewhere.

I think this is it.

[traffic passing nearby]

The autopsy said she was alive
when he brought her here.

Marissa Bahari.

Born: Lincoln, Nebraska.

Survived by...

Amir and Benjamin Bahari.

He did it out in the open.

I mean...
no trees, no buildings.

You can see the road from here.

He wasn't even trying
to hide it.

You think
he wanted to get caught?

No.

No, I think he just thought

he was so good,
no one would ever catch him.

[Darby]
I'm gonna catch you.

-Ray?
-[chimes] Yes, Darby?

Where is everyone?

The guests are in the library
for a performance.

[sighs]

-[quiet, indistinct chatter]
-[classical music playing]

[whispering]

[indistinct,
overlapping chatter continues]

Thanks.

Hi.

Um... I don't think we've met.

I'm Darby.

You're Rohan, right?

You knew Bill.

Mm.

[Lu Mei]
Darby?

[Rohan]
Excuse me.

How are you doing?

Um...

okay.

It feels like such an outrage.

Death-- and love, I suppose--

just come and go as they wish

and do what they want with us.

-Yeah. It's sad.
-[Lee] Mei? Yeah, sorry.

Can I borrow Darby for a moment?

-Yes.
-Thank you. Hey.

Did you find anything
in the footage?

No.

I don't think
you're telling me the truth.

Yeah? Why is that?

[scoffs] Darby, I can hack
the footage myself.

I know. So the question is...

why'd you make me do it
for you?

[Lee inhales]

Does your mouth taste of metal?

Excuse me?

Grief puts a metallic taste
on the back of your tongue.

Um...

no, I-I can't taste anything.

You will.

Did you know that Bill was
around when Lee was in Florida?

He was helping us save
that little old house

-in Crystal River
from falling into the swamp.
-[chuckles]

You must've known him
pretty well, then.

No. Met him a few times.

Lee was running
a kind of gutter punk salon

-from out of there.
-[chuckles]

Ziba's ready to start.
We should get everyone seated.

[indistinct,
overlapping chatter]

[Tomas]
Let me get you a fresh one.

Oh, thanks. [chuckles]

Shiraz from Iran,
courtesy of Ziba.

Kept in its original clay
from the region since 1964.

I'm sorry
I crashed into you last night.

-It was my mistake.
-No. No, it wasn't.

Let me know
if I can get you anything.

Yeah. Actually...

do you know who ordered that tea
to Room 11 last night?

Was it Bill?

-Enjoy your wine.
-Do you know

how many cups
he requested, Tomas?

I have to pour for other guests.

[sighs]

[Sian]
Hey.

Are you gonna
question me next?

They printed, what,
5,000 copies of your book,

and you sold,
I don't know, 2,000?

Yeah.

Impact isn't just about
having something to say.

It's about having the power
to be listened to

when you say it.

He sees something in you.

That's why he invited you here.

A friendly word of advice,
Darby.

Don't bite the hand

that might feed you.

[Ziba]
Hi, everyone. Hello.

It's no secret that I came
to Iceland for Bill Farrah.

I followed his work
for so many years.

I admired him.

I...

I didn't agree with everything
he did or said, but

I think he was trying to...

wrestle down the darkness
he felt had devoured the world

and that I can understand.

This song was written in 1900

by a man in prison.

He wrote it
so his spirit could fly free.

May Bill's spirit also fly free.

[Ziba singing in Farsi]

[gasps quietly]

[singing continues]

[voices singing in harmony]

[Ziba still singing]

[Ziba continues singing
in distance]

[indistinct chatter]

[door creaks open]

[door creaks]

[indistinct chatter]

[Marius]
And while we have
successfully helped transfer

Mr. Farrah to Reykjavík,

chances are some journalists
will call, wanting to know more.

Looking for gossip or worse.

Might say they are family
or friends of Mr. Farrah,

members of the diplomatic corps.

In response
to any of these calls,

your only answer will be:

[staff joins in]
"We can neither confirm
nor deny."

[Marius]
I ask you to remember,

we are not only protecting the
reputation of this new hotel,

we are protecting Mr. Ronson...

I don't want to get you
in any trouble.

Ms. Hart.
You shouldn't be down here.

But you've got to tell me
what you know.

You don't even have to tell me.
Just write it down.

[Tomas scoffs]

Bill was my friend,
and he didn't kill himself.

And we both know they're
covering something up here.

Whatever happens here is
so secretive,

they want staff who don't talk,

and they're willing
to pay well for it.

I was handpicked by Marius,
flown in from Berlin.

Tomas?

I saw him die.

And he was scared.

He was so scared.

Please.

[Tomas]
Three.

What?

You asked how many tea cups.

There were three.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[dishware clattering]

[upbeat French song playing]

Ray?

Ray?

[Ray]
I'm sorry.

The music makes it difficult
for me to pick up your voice.

Oh. Uh, Ray, turn off the music.

-[chime]
-[music stops]

Ray, are you boxed in,
or do you have Internet access?

I do not have access
to the Internet.

The last Web crawl I have
access to is from a week ago.

Um, all right, all right, uh,

let's use that.

Ray, could you do a scan for me

of any of the guests
in the retreat

who have any connection
to Bill Farrah,

or to the artist FANGS...

starting with Oliver?

Of course.

Would you like
to enable projection?

-Um, yeah, enable it.
-[chime]

Oliver tweeted,
"FANGS isn't an artist.

He's a failed programmer
who wants attention."

[scoffs]
How did Bill respond?

He retweeted it.

[chuckles softly]
All right.

And, um, who else at the retreat
has a connection to Bill Farrah?

On July 4, 2019, Martin liked
a tweet from FANGS that read,

"The eight richest men
in the world

hold the same wealth as
the 3.6 billion poorest people."

Lu Mei and Bill were on
the same flight from Hong Kong

to Vancouver in December 2018.

How'd you know that?
That's not on Wikipedia.

L2/L3 data.

When you purchase a flight,

the credit card company records

the departure
and arrival cities.

What, L2/L3
is public information now?

L2/L3 data is available
for purchase.

Who else in the retreat
has an online connection

to Bill Farrah?

Lee Anderson Ronson attended

FANG's "Artificial Insanity"
exhibit

in Detroit, May 3, 2021.

And Andy Ronson and Bill?

There is no known connection

between Andy
and Bill Farrah besides Lee.

Oh, what about Rohan?
What does he do?

A climatologist
and environmental activist.

He was among the first
to ring the alarm bells

as to carbon's role
in climate change.

He was arrested in Moscow
and held in a prison camp

for three years
under charges of espionage

in 1987, in connection
with the Chernobyl disaster.

[scoffs]

Um... an-and what about
Rohan's connection to Bill?

There is
no available information

about Rohan Ravjit after 2006.

And the vessel Last Chance
has no entries

in maritime databases
since 2006.

Rohan went off the grid.

It was strange, though,
the way he cried.

It was like he knew Bill...

well.

Um... and Sian?

What's her connection to Andy?

After becoming the first woman
to walk on the moon,

Sian Cruise challenged
global leaders

to fund space exploration.

In 2017, she was recruited
by Ronson Industries

to lead their
lunar colonization program.

All right, um...
and what's Oliver's deal?

I know of no deals
that Oliver is negotiating.

[chuckles] Uh, no, as in,
what does Oliver do?

Oliver Marwan was inspired by
a childhood toy robot

that walked like he did
to develop robotics

that break down
disabling barriers in society.

He was admitted to Oxford at 16.

He was the youngest person
to hold the Pirrone-Kim Chair

-in robotics at Harvard.
-Christ.

Is anyone here normal?

No, Darby.

Not even you.

-Ray?
-[chime]

How can I help?

[door closes]

Never mind.

♪ ♪

[wind whistling]

[wind whistling loudly]

[gasps softly]

[inhales sharply]

[footsteps approaching]

[wind whistling loudly]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

One...

down...

still...

a...

go.

-[wind whistling]
-[Ray] Darby,

your temperature
is dangerously low.

Yeah, no shit, Ray.

If your clothing is wet,
remove it immediately.

Yeah.

Oh. [breathing heavily]

Warm your trunk first.

Warming extremities
can cause shock.

[blow dryer whirring]

The cabinet in the closet
has emergency supplies.

Get the hot water bottle
and the medical blanket.

Ray?

-[chime]
-Yes, Darby?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Your temperature is stabilized.

Who was that?

Who was who, Darby?

Exactly.

After hypothermia,
you should stay awake.

You produce less body heat
when asleep.

[Bill coughing]
Coffee and Coke?

That stuff will kill you, man.

[Darby]
Statistically speaking,

something else will probably
kill me first.

[Darby chuckles softly]

-All right.
-You want to try it?

Yeah. Go on.

-Bottoms up.
-All right.

-Mm-mm.
-[laughs]

No. No, that's awful.

-It--
-That's worse than I thought.

It's an acquired taste, I guess.

[goose squawking]

[Darby]
Mm-mm.

-Take the next right.
-Right here.

What if it's not a matter
of catching him, you know?

What if it's a case of him
revealing himself to us?

-Okay, good.
-But how?

Uh... we tempt him?

With what?

Right. Corner him?

[scoffs] I mean,
we're not exactly a SWAT team.

Well, fuck, I don't know.
We trick him, we trick him.

Mm. Could happen, could happen.

But this guy is
an organized killer,

not a disorganized one.

This isn't
spur-of-the-moment, it's...

-Yeah.
-You know, it's meditated on.

-Yeah.
-Like, the silver jewelry?

Yeah, it's not a... a souvenir
because he's not keeping it.

He's just passing it
from one victim to the next.

It's-it's, uh...

It's not a trophy, either.
It's...

-It's a trail.
-It's a trail.

Yeah. To be tracked, followed.

Like we're doing.

Like we're doing.

[bird squawking]

But what's-what's the motive
of someone who kills like this?

I have no idea.

But maybe she does.

His only survivor.

[knocking at door]

Hi. Could I come in a minute?

-Um...
-Mommy...

Uh, yeah.

He's always had nightmares,
but...

normally,
I walk the halls with him,

and eventually,
he falls asleep in my arms.

Past few nights, though,
he hasn't been able to settle.

No, no, I-I get it.
Um, I had nightmares as a kid.

Mind if I let him rest
on the sofa?

Sure.

-[Lee] Are you ready?
-[Zoomer] No.

[Zoomer whimpers softly]

Could I put on some music,
help him sleep?

[Lee]
Ray,
48 Variations for Two Pianos.

-[chime]
-Does that sound good?
-[Zoomer] Yeah.

[McGuire's 48 Variations
for Two Pianos plays]

Nice.

Look, I know
you have no reason to trust me.

-[Darby scoffs]
-I might've written

some stuff when I was your age
that you admired, but...

...I do trust you.

I want to be helpful,

and I think I can be,

but not if you don't tell me
what you know.

Why didn't you hack
the camera yourself?

Having a five-year-old

that isn't sleeping
is a full-time job.

Hosting this retreat
and not letting my husband down

is another full-time job.

As much as I'd like
to hide in a closet

and hack for a few hours,
it's just...

not really possible.

Fair.

I mean, why didn't you give me
the password?

I don't know it.

Come here.

[Lee gasps]

[Darby]
Yeah.

Does that mask mean anything
to you?

I've never seen it.

But I know what it is.

Fuck. Can I fix a drink?

[glasses clinking]

W-What is it?

Yeah. It's a mask
to thwart AI facial recognition.

Protestors
in Hong Kong used them

so the police couldn't identify
them from camera footage.

It means it's someone

who knows the footage is
software-monitored.

Well, wh-who could that be?

Me, Andy, Sian,

Marius, Todd, Eva.

I don't know. Probably David.

Okay, so... everyone?

Did you invite Bill here?

My husband did,

but I encouraged Bill to come.

We wanted opposing viewpoints.

Were you having an affair?

No. Honestly, no. Uh...

I met Bill six years ago.

He was one of a few people

who found me.

After you were doxed?

Yeah.

My reputation was destroyed.
[chuckles]

There was just fake porn
all over the Internet.

It looked so real,
I-I thought it was real.

I-I couldn't open a computer
without having a panic attack.

So I basically went back
to my parents'

little place in Florida to...

just disappear.

Ordered a lot of pizza.

Tried to stay away
from the Internet.

And one day, this guy shows up,

sunburned to a crisp.

Soles of his shoes
worn completely through.

It was Bill.

He said he'd read my manifesto

and wanted to talk about it.

I mean, I was terrified.

I wouldn't let him
in the house. I...

He slept on the porch
for a few nights, and...

...eventually,
we started talking

about...
the terrors of technology

and everything we were afraid
of that was coming, and...

He didn't say much
about himself, you know.

He'd clearly
been through something, but...

One morning, I come down
to breakfast, and he's lined

all these Polaroids up
across the kitchen table.

And he starts talking to me
about you.

[grunts softly]

But you never...?

You were never together?
You never...?

We hooked up once.

We were both wasted.
It was his last night.

I mean, he lost his hard-on.

I was embarrassed.
He was embarrassed.

I mean...

Darby, we were meant
to be friends.

Okay.

And then you met Andy?

[smacks lips] No,

Andy and I had been seeing each
other off and on for a while.

And, uh...

then we got pregnant.

And I got married. [chuckles]

[Darby]
Right.

Right, so who here knew Bill,
besides you and me?

[exhales sharply]
I don't know.

Um... Rohan, I think.

Yeah. Yeah, that would explain

why Rohan was crying
in breakfast.

[Lee]
I didn't notice.

I know he knows Ziba,

or at least
he admired her activism.

Darby, let me hire you...

...to find whoever is hiding
behind that mask.

Um, I'm an amateur sleuth.

[laughing]
You're clearly very good at it.

No, as in, uh,
I don't take cases for money.

[sighs]
You do it for love,

and especially in this case.

I hope you'll be careful, Darby.

If Bill was murdered,
it was very sophisticated.

You have
only one real advantage.

No one sees
a 24-year-old girl coming?

[chuckling]
Yeah.

You're just another guest
in our retreat.

So long as you play the part.

[quietly]
Yeah.

Well...

[Lee sniffles]

Finally. [chuckles]

Would it be all right
if I let him sleep?

Sure.

Thanks, Darby.

[soft chiming]

-[chime]
-[Ray] Wake up, Darby.

Darby, wake up.

[Darby groans softly]

Wake up, Darby.

You slept
through the alarm I set.

The time is 9:51 a.m.

The temperature outside is
three degrees Celsius,

with an expected high
of four degrees Celsius.

[rapid knocking]

There is someone at the door.

-Mm.
-[knocking]

A gift from Andy.

Oh. Thanks.

-Can you...?
-Oh. Yeah.

Another one?

♪ ♪

[indistinct, quiet chatter]

[Andy]
Here we are, naturally.
We're, like, seconds away.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[Andy] Okay.

[Lu Mei]
You all right?

-Yeah.
-[Andy] Okay, so,

I'm sure you're all wondering
how arduous this is gonna be.

Well, it's not gonna be easy,
but it's definitely worth it.

What's waiting for you
at the top...

...is unforgettable.

-Excited?
-[Sian] Let's do this.

[sighs]

-[woman] Well, Martin.
-[Martin] Hey.

Martin Mitchell.

[laughter]

[David]
You're liking this altitude?

[Lu Mei]
Oh, I love the mountains.

To be with nature.

I don't get to do this often,
you know?

So, what... what are you
writing now?

[indistinct chatter]

[Andy]
Why are you making this
all about you?

[Sian]
...why I wasn't called?

[Sian speaking indistinctly]

Didn't have questions for me.

Oh, no.
I've been avoiding you.

[Darby]
Yeah?

Why?

You knew Bill.

Did you?

Lots of folks knew Bill.

Knew of Bill.

Oh, it's a little early for me.

We are talking about a comrade

who died two nights ago,
aren't we?

Tequila?

Uh, mescal.

[Rohan chuckles softly]

[Rohan chuckles]

The irony gets thick here.

Did you know Bill got me sober?

-No.
-Yeah.

I was killing myself with drink.

I mean,
folks gave me a wide berth.

What could they say?

Climatologists who've been
in the game long enough

know how it's going to end.

Sooner than you can imagine,
and...

far, far worse.

It drives a lot of us
to bow out early.

But Bill, he wouldn't let me
wallow in the drink.

No.

No, he...
he gave me the only thing

that can really,
really change a person.

Hope?

A different perspective.

He used to say that...

"Rohan. [laughs softly]

You take humans too seriously."

And that humans were
not at the center.

So what if the Earth
becomes a swamp again?

New creatures will be born
from it.

Death begets new life.

I was five years sober
until two nights ago.

Five years.

[exhales]

I guess some funerals are harder
to handle than others.

[gasps]

Rohan?

[Rohan panting]

Yeah.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Yeah.

Had a heart failure
two years ago. [sighs]

I've got
a little machine in there,

keeping my ticker ticking.

Oh, right.

Did you see Bill, or talk
to him, the night he died?

A good detective
always has a timeline.

I'm not a detective.

[chuckles]
That's not what Bill said.

He said you were the best.

That you weren't like
anyone else he'd ever met.

[both chuckle]

[panting]

Welcome to the future.

[wind whistling]

[Darby]
What is that?

They self-organize,

self-repair,
and they use each other

to build bridges
and to construct tunnels.

All of this brought
to beautiful fruition

by Oliver.

Thanks, Andy.

We call it "swarm robotics,"

and they are designed
for new climate extremes.

Imagine a world
where humans no longer have

to occupy ourselves with finding
shelter and gathering food,

when we have the space
to deeply contemplate

the radical future of humanity.

Where will that take us?

[robots playing
musical patterns]

[laughs]

[wind rustling]

...prototype did all the
foundation work for the hotel...

[indistinct chatter]

[Andy laughing]

[quiet, indistinct chatter]

-Can I, uh...?
-Yeah, yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

You looked
like a kid in a candy store

out there with those robots.

-I'm not a kid.
-Trust me,

-you are.
-Why are you such a dick?

[David]
Because I'm rich.

Mm. Pretty sure

you'd still be a dick
if you were poor.

[laughs]
Hey.

Let's grab a drink later.

I read your book.
You're a smart little girl.

[Lu Mei laughing]

Oh, my.

[whispering]

♪ ♪

One down.

Still... a go.

Careful, girl.

It was you...

who went to Bill's room
the night he died?

Wearing the mask?

I would never hurt that boy,
not one hair on his head.

But you were there.

Leave it.

[door opens]

[wind whistling]

[vehicle engine idling]

-[Rohan] Go.
-[engine revving]

[kettle whistling]

[liquid pouring]

[upbeat instrumental music
plays quietly]

[soft chiming]

[soft chiming]

Hello?

[sneezes]

-Hi.
-Hi.

You're the next closest person
to my age.

I guess that's true.

Want to go on an adventure?

You know, I'd love to...

-Uh...
-You're busy. It's okay.

No, you know what? Um...

Sure. What do I do?

All right.
You're gonna be by yourself.

-Mm-hmm.
-But don't be scared.

You're just exploring.

And if you get lonely,
Raisin's in there to help.

Okay. Do I put it on? Oh.

[chimes]

-[music playing]
-[birds singing]

[Darby]
Whoa.

Oh, my God.

What? [chuckles]

[laughs]

[horse neighs]

[chatter, laughter]

[Zoomer]
Over here is
the science corner.

[Darby]
Huh. Yeah.

[Zoomer] And then you can go
past my friend, Sir Archimedes.

-Good day, milady.
-[soft chiming]

[Darby]
Whoa.

[Zoomer] You're supposed to try
to get the crown, Darby.

Crown? Oh.

[Zoomer]
See? It's harder than you think.

[Darby laughs softly]

Uh.

Oh, my God.

[chuckles]

Wow.

Huh.

[soft chime]

[footsteps running]

It's fun, right?

Yeah. I never had anything
like this when I was a kid.

That's 'cause technology
is exponential.

Wow. Um, you're smart.

And you're very lucky.

Except when my parents fight.

When you were little,
did your parents fight?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, they did.

They did. A lot, actually.

What do your parents
fight about?

[Zoomer]
The future.

-Zoomer, come here.
-Dad!

-Dad!
-[Andy] Hey.

I showed Darby my castle.

Yeah? Did she like it?

[Zoomer]
Yeah, but I think
she needs practice.

[Andy laughs]

Mmm. Okay.
You go finish your game.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

S-Slow down. Careful.

You're good with kids.

I was one.

Doesn't always help.

Know anything about Walt Disney?

Um, I mean, his movies, yeah.

So, in the 1920s,
no one believed

it was even possible
to make an animated feature.

Took him seven years,
and then he broke all records.

Years later,
when he was in his 50s,

he built all these train tracks
in his home.

People thought
he'd lost his mind.

There was this grown man

riding in and out of the
living room on a children's toy.

But he was thinking
in three dimensions.

-He was working something out.
-What?

Something
that had never been done before:

a movie in motion
in the real world.

A theme park.

Disneyland.

And you feel a kinship with him.

So, I bought Zoomer
a couple of hamsters

and I thought
they were both male,

but turns out
one of them was female.

And he loved watching
the babies be born.

So we started
to mate them together.

Study the patterns.

Black hair, brown hair,
blue eyes,

recessive traits,
dominant traits.

Think we had over 50
at one point.

[Zoomer]
67.

Lee thought I'd lost my mind.

But you were working something
out in three dimension.

I realized that the way

to leap AI forward
was to mate them.

You can do that?

Ray is a combination of
my language processing algorithm

and my home security AI.

Like Disney, you
leapt tech forward through play.

So, after giving it
some serious thought,

I really do think
it's best that you go home.

You're grieving.
And to be perfectly transparent,

interrogating the guests
and my staff is something

I'm just not comfortable with.

I asked them questions
because the police didn't.

How do you know that?

Because I watched Bill die
and no one's asked me anything.

And if they did,
what would you say?

That someone came to see him

a few minutes before he died.

I hacked the doorbell cameras.

You think I don't know that?

It's a conference of hackers.

I've seen the footage, too.

I know that someone in a mask
came to Bill's room

at 12:03 a.m., but he'd already
injected himself at that point.

See, we don't
have cameras in the room,

but we do monitor heart rates.

And Bill's spiked,
as a result of the morphine,

four minutes and 36 seconds

before the arrival
of the uninvited guest,

and six minutes and 11 seconds

before you turned up
at the door.

The reason the police
didn't ask you anything

is because they got everything
they needed to know

from Bill's blood.

The toxicology came in.
It's definitive.

He overdosed.

You grew up on crime scenes

and you think this is one too.
It's not.

It's the site of a tragedy
and keeping you here is painful.

For you and the others.

No. Sorry, I...

I don't want to go. I...

I want to stay.

Look, I'm okay, honestly. I...

I'm just keeping busy,
like you said.

I have to do what's best
for everyone.

A car is gonna
take you to Reykjavík

and there'll be
a first-class seat

on a plane back to the U.S.

What you need, Darby,

is rest.

You're very fragile.

Can I take your ring?

[door chimes]

Be good if you started to pack.

[newswoman speaking Icelandic
on TV]

[upbeat music plays on TV]

[newswoman speaking Icelandic
on TV]

...Bill Farrah...
[speaking Icelandic]

-Ray?
[chime]

Translate this for me.

[Ray]
Controversial artist
Bill Farrah,

better known as "FANGS,"
had died at the age of 27.

A former computer coder
and hacker,

Farrah was seen
as a criminal prankster by many

and as an artist
and activist to others.

His first known work as "FANGS"
was a global project

to remove the "S" from
Shell stations around the world,

leaving a scathing critique
and PR nightmare in its wake.

His most recent
and acclaimed work,

Artificial Insanity, was staged

in an abandoned auto factory
in Detroit

and was deeply critical
of the tech industry.

Icelandic authorities say
Farrah died Monday evening

from a drug overdose.

He was on vacation alone
in the small town of Fellabaer.

He is survived by his mother,
Elizabeth Farrah,

a nurse in Dayton, Ohio.

Mourners from across
the Internet are posting videos

and comments about
what Farrah's art meant to them.

[birds singing and squawking]

[Marta]
These were my grandmother's.

Is there anything else
you remember

about the man
who took them from you?

Anything about
how he looked or...

Didn't see his face.

It was 16 years ago.

What he smelled like?

Bleach and aftershave.

And his hands?

Um, how did they look

or what did they feel like?

Strong, long fingers.

Gloves.

He was choking me and
his-his face was right there.

I can't call for help or turn,

but I'm holding the keys.

I gouge him in the face.

He cries out, surprised-like.

And I ran from the car
to the Wendy's.

[Bill]
That was really brave.

Did they tell you that?

The police?

Yeah.

No, they said I shouldn't
have been out so late alone.

[Bill]
Ah.

All right,
we should-we should get going.

Why y'all doing this?

Well, I-I guess
'cause we're angry.

Yeah.

[children laughing outside]

When I was the same age
as your girls...

...I believed
that I really mattered.

And then I grew up and realized

that I really didn't.

I guess I just don't want them
to grow up feeling that way.

Wait a sec.

My sister got my car detailed
after the...

You know.

I kept thinking
I could smell him.

She found a silver pin
in the back seat.

Wasn't mine.

I told the police
but they didn't give a shit.

Thank you. This could really
help us name other victims.

Hard to imagine kids
like y'all solving this thing.

Well, we're-we're not alone.
We've-we've got each other

and dozens of others online
to help.

[Darby]
You know, this was probably
his previous victim's.

[Bill]
Yeah, that's how we're
IDing Jane Does-- silver.

Can I show you?

Here, let me take a...

Right. Um...

[Bill mutters]

Just have to wait a few.

[laughing]

-[phone chiming]
-Oh, here we go.

[Bill mutters]

All right, yeah.
L-Lincoln High School,

Wickenberg, Utah. 2000.

[sighs]

And I almost
didn't open the door.

I thought y'all were selling
magazines or candy.

Don't give up on this, okay?

I'm holding out hope

that whoever did this
can never do it again.

[wind whistling]

-Ray?
-[chime]

Will you get me
Andy Ronson's email?

I'm sorry, Darby.

The contact info for guests
and hosts is private.

[Marius]
How may I help you, Ms. Hart?

Can you put me through
to Andy Ronson?

I'm sorry, Ms. Hart,
that room is set to private.

Well, can I leave a message?

Certainly.

Tell him I'm keeping my room.

Rohan?

[clattering]

Rohan, I know
you're in there.

Whatever happened,

whatever is happening...

...I know you loved Bill.

I know you love him still.

I'm here.

To listen.

Darby, snowcat's waiting.

We better get a move on.

Storm is about to hit Reykjavík.

I'll help you with your bags.

[soft dinging]

Give me a minute.

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[caller breathing heavily]

[Rohan]
I do still love him.

I know, Rohan.

How?

Because I love him still, too.

Oh...

I don't want to talk to you
but I think I have to.

It was me.

I went to his room.

You were the one in the mask?

I didn't want there
to be a record,

in case, later on...

We had a plan.

A good one, we thought.

But Bill uncovered a secret.

Something he wouldn't say
over the phone.

When I got to his room,
I thought

he had gotten high, wasted.

I got angry, left.

I see now he was drugged.

He never got the chance
to tell me,

but I think I know
what he uncovered.

What?

[Rohan grunting]

[clattering]

-Rohan?
-Oh, God.

[clattering]

Oh, my God!

Darby! Hey, whoa!

[door opens]

Rohan?

-Rohan in there?
-What is going on?

[Marius]
Panicked call from
people at Hardfront. He...

-He's not in there?
-Wait, a call from who?

[man shouts in distance]

[woman]
Help! [crying]

What happened? What happened?

Rohan? Rohan?

Talk to me.

No pulse.

No breathing.

He's dead.

Todd.

Get everyone underground.

♪ ♪

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH
access.wgbh.org

Not one of you is going back

until I know
who has betrayed me.

Did you find anything?

No.

I don't think you're telling
me the truth.

Yeah? Why is that?

Where were you when Bill died?

What were you doing?

I don't have to answer that.

It's never good to keep
secrets

and I've kept so many of them.

Careful, girl.

I'm being set up.
This is sabotage.

It would be a clever plot

to lure some of your greatest
competition

then dispatch of them
one by one.

I've been focusing on trying
to find the killer

when I should be trying to
understand the victim.

I feel like I'd have to die for
you to love me.

What's waiting for you at the
top is unforgettable.