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

We were in Andy's suite. It's a bunker.

I'm starting to feel like this might not be

- a hotel at all. - This is sabotage.

I'm being set up.

You have hacking skills, right, Lu Mei?

What were you doing?

I don't fucking have to answer that.

I know that Zoomer is Bill's son.

Darby, you said that to my husband?

I'm sterile.

I never told anybody, not even my wife.

It's never good to keep secrets.

I've kept so many of them.

I cannot trust a single fucking person!

I think we should go home.

I, I think you might be losing it, Darbs.

I really thought you were different.

You're ready to break into a potential serial killer's house,

to what, to save them?

I mean, you can't. They're dead.

Why is it, wherever you go, death follows?

Darby.

Darby, I think we've got to get you warm

and we've got to get you dry.

I'm really, really cold now.

Andy's gonna be out of his treatment in 43 minutes.

I'm gonna go upstairs, try to intercept him, but...

Be careful, he's very raw right now.

Oka-Okay.

Be safe.

Okay.

Get you up. Gonna get you up, Darby, okay?

Okay. There you go.

You just have to sit tight till David gets back.

Was it you who sent me the Morse code

to tell me to meet you here?

Of course. The phones aren't safe here.

In certain spaces there's no surveillance, though,

for his privacy.

Our bedroom, these baths.

So it's safe to talk here.

How do I know you didn't lure me to a blind spot

to close the pool cover over me?

Jesus, Darby.

The pool cover was closed by the time I got here.

It jammed. That's why I ran for David to get you out.

Is the pool cover on the grid?

- You think it was hacked? - Hacked.

I want to trust you, Lee. I-I really do.

But it's hard.

The fake passport, and...

I don't think you've ever

been honest with me about anything.

Everyone I've told the truth to is gone.

Everyone except for David.

Really, Darby, I've just been trying to keep you safe.

Well, I'm not safe.

No one is.

It's about Andy.

Isn't it?

You're hiding something for him.

Lee...

you've got ID and credit cards in another name.

A wig and a go bag you carry with you everywhere.

You look like someone

guilty of something.

At first it was really small things.

Andy always used to say, "My son. My boy."

He never once said "ours."

But he loved Zoomer, so it hardly mattered what he said.

But later those small things

became much bigger things.

What Zoomer eats, measured to the last gram.

Prolonging his REM sleep cycles.

Increasing his alpha waves

for greater concentration.

Andy controls every aspect of Zoomer's life.

I mean, as the stress and pressure of building this place

and Ray mounted, he'd lose his temper more quickly.

Steady, steady, steady.

Okay, you're doing good.

And just imagine, when Andy

first showed us this hotel,

he wouldn't let Zoomer go outside.

Look at me, Mommy!

Fear of kidnappings.

So Zoomer rode his bike in here.

But he fell.

And Andy flew into a rage.

Are you okay?

Something Zoomer witnessed

too many times to count.

My head really hurts.

Let me take you to see...

I'm really sorry. Just, it was so...

Mommy.

Andy was obsessed with building an empire

to protect his son from every kind of apocalyptic end

- he could imagine. - I'm okay.

But the thing Zoomer needed protecting from...

was Andy.

You can't unteach the things that they learn

in that moment.

I realized that once the hotel was done,

Andy's control would be complete.

He'd move us into the underground suite, and...

we'd be trapped.

I knew I had to get him out,

but I just didn't know how.

I guess I could have called the cops,

but Andy has the president's cell phone number.

My accounts are shared.

My credit cards are all in his name.

I don't have any real money.

And then I remembered this one kid from high school,

he'd become a journalist and lived off the grid

in a little cabin in the woods in Nova Scotia.

And I'd never told Andy about him.

So one day I go to pick up Zoomer from school,

same as always.

Mommy!

See you tomorrow, kiddo.

- Hi, my love. - Hey, Mommy.

- How was school? - Good.

Are you buckled up?

Okay.

Only I don't go home.

I take him somewhere with a lot of people.

Rum raisin. Your favorite, right?

- No. - No? Chocolate?

Yeah. I want some.

All right, are we doing a roller coaster,

or are we gonna go on the Ferris wheel?

All public surveillance cameras are routed through

massive facial recognition databases,

but I have a way to defeat that.

And I know Andy's got malware on my cell phone,

so I find a way to give him someone else to follow

for a while.

You think we're gonna be able to make it through that line?

- Huh? That's a long line. - Yeah.

I hacked the New Jersey DMV,

found a woman with brown hair, blue eyes,

my height and weight, who also has a young son.

Her driver's license is about to expire.

So I applied for a new one

and showed up at the DMV

to get my picture taken in her place.

What about our car?

This is our new car.

I like the other one better.

Oh, you do, huh?

You haven't even driven in this one yet.

How do you know?

We drove for 18 hours straight.

I didn't dare pull over to sleep.

I stopped only for gas.

We crossed the border into Canada

as Monica Chapman and her son Tommy.

We had $213 to our name.

When we got to that cabin in the woods,

I was so relieved.

I had done it.

I heard my friend's laugh coming down off of the porch.

And I smiled to hear that laugh because

it hadn't changed in 15 years.

Hey, Lee, you made it.

And then I saw who he was laughing with.

Andy.

On the plane ride back,

Andy only spoke once.

You can go.

Zoomer stays.

Honestly, Darby, to this day,

I have no idea how he did it.

There is no leaving him.

And he's grown more and more obsessed with Zoomer.

Andy's success comes from his singular focus,

and that new focus is his son.

So he wanted to know Bill?

To know his own son more deeply?

That makes sense, maybe.

I had no idea that Bill was Zoomer's father.

I thought that Andy invited Bill because

he wanted to keep his critics close.

And I wasn't surprised when Bill rejected the invitation.

Wait.

So Andy invited me?

The bait.

And Bill said yes.

Oh, my God.

I reached out to Bill after he accepted

Andy's invitation.

I couldn't think of anything else to do. I was desperate.

And you thought...

that was your second chance to get out?

And Bill told you to put Rohan on your list for the boat?

A climatologist at this sort of thing

doesn't raise any eyebrows.

Yeah, but even a boat has to dock at some point,

so you needed new passports, new names.

So you went to the person Andy would least suspect.

The Argentinian.

Who could get you safe passage to Buenos Aires.

David has seen his fair share of Andy's rage.

And that would explain why David was

at Bill's room that night.

They were to meet. The three tea cups.

Bill.

Rohan.

David.

And you-you think that Andy is behind all of this?

Maybe. But Andy's too smart

to invite Bill to his retreat and have him murdered.

Especially if he knew about the paternity.

Even if he thought he knew about the paternity.

Wait, which would explain why Andy's been so nice to me.

I mean, maybe he genuinely needs me to figure this out.

Except, like a fucking idiot, I led him straight to you.

God, Lee, I'm so sorry

- for everything you've been through. - Don't be.

I fell in love with Andy,

and there are whole parts of me

that love Andy still.

But I can't let Zoomer grow up in a house of pain

like I did.

I'm the one who owes you an apology, Darby.

All this is really my fault.

You wish it was that easy.

Sian said that to me.

She said that often guilt

is easier than the truth.

What's the truth?

That you were doxed, stalked,

terrified into disappearing from the world.

But you met a man, a powerful man

who you thought could save you

from all of that.

Except it turns out he was all of that...

just in a new form.

It was a good plan, though.

I mean, the retreat would have been in full swing,

and you and Zoomer would have just slipped away

into the night. It was a good plan.

Then someone murdered Bill to try and stop you.

And now they're trying to kill me.

But I think we should go to Bill's room.

- Why? - I think I've been...

I think I've been making what they call

the big old mistake.

What's the big old mistake?

I've been focusing on trying to find the killer,

when I should be trying to understand the victim.

How long till Andy gets out of treatment?

In ten, 15 minutes.

Great.

David?

David, is that you?

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

- He deactivated my ring. - Wait, try mine.

Fuck.

Shit.

Oliver.

David sent me.

He said he's keeping Todd busy.

- And where's Zoomer? - Asleep, David said.

He sent me to take you both back to my room across the hall.

You'll be safer there when he intercepts Andy.

What's going on, exactly?

Why your room?

Uh, no one is looking for me.

Fair.

Um, well, I got to go to Bill's room.

I'll come with you.

Can I come, too?

It's been really stressful sitting alone in a room

for days on end, not knowing what's going on.

Not knowing if you're next.

Just waiting.

I can't do it anymore.

Please?

I don't think David is going to be able

to stall Andy very long.

Why are we here?

I don't know yet.

You know the doorbell cams?

- Do they have playback memory? - No.

Fuck.

Wish I had my laptop.

I keep thinking about that door cam footage.

I wasn't about to let Todd take my precious.

Here.

Sick.

You know the network?

Yeah, I do, actually.

I got it from a light bulb.

Mm.

Number 11.

There's this thing from right before Bill died

that's really bugging me.

Right there.

That.

- It's an empty hall. - No, look.

The light changes. See?

Bill opened the door.

Someone's edited themselves out of the footage.

Yeah, but why not just cut that section of the footage entirely?

You'd notice a time jump.

Whoever did this is really good.

Well, maybe Bill thought he heard something,

opened the door, but no one was there?

One more time.

Look.

Your book's here.

- You should wear gloves. - Uh, okay.

None of us should even be in here,

and you were literally smelling the dead guy's shirts.

There are a lot of prints.

Bill's injected. It catches him by surprise.

The killer leaves.

It's a few moments before Bill realizes

that he's in any trouble.

Then suddenly his... his chest starts to feel like

it's about to explode and...

his brain starts shutting down and his...

his fingers start to go cold.

And then he feels...

He starts losing his major organ function.

He tries to steady himself on the fireplace.

But he hits his head.

He falls.

Then he's on the ground and...

There's a lot of blood.

There's blood everywhere.

He knows he doesn't have a lot of time.

He sees the book.

And he grabs it.

Because he knows you will come.

Because there's something in here that he wants me to know.

It's the last chapter.

I always read this at readings.

R-Read it out loud.

Right now?

Yes, right now.

I'm not sure this is the best time for starting a book club.

Bill was dying.

He knew he was dying.

And in his last moments,

he doesn't reach for the phone or the door.

He reaches for that book.

Because there's something in it

he wants Darby to know.

Read it, Darby.

Three heads are better than one.

"I sometimes wonder...

would it have been better not to go?"

"I think about it like a match point in tennis

"or a coin toss.

"When the game, the bet,

"your life,

can go one way or another."

We're just gonna, what, break into a potential

- serial killer's house? - Vacant house, Bill. It's for sale.

- Still breaking and entering. - You picked me up in a stolen car.

And then, what, we're gonna tear up the house

in hopes of finding his first victim?

If you want to give up and go home,

that's fine. I can do this on my own.

Sorry.

This is... this is stupid...

It's not stupid.

I think you just feel overwhelmed.

And that's okay.

- We're here. - Yeah.

Go to the next part.

It's just that I, I don't...

read this part...

normally.

But that's where all the blood is.

"We took apart the staircase one step at a time.

Until there was no going back."

Bill.

He started with his wife...

Patricia.

Patricia Bell.

Carmen Perez.

Latisha Jones.

Ruth Kaminski.

Melissa Chang.

Alison Dupree.

Marissa Bahari.

Bill...

What? I can't hear you.

You're okay, you're okay.

My cell phone's dead.

Can you help?

Bill?

Will you help me? I need your help.

Will you help me?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

- Ah! - Yeah.

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.

Here, you take the side.

All right?

Yeah.

Hello?

Someone? Please.

I'm sorry.

There have been two murders.

And my-my phone's died. Can...?

What? Where?

Across the street, 394. Could you call the police?

Frank's old place?

It's empty. For sale.

Always back on the market, Frank's old place.

Besides, he is police.

Patricia Bell is in there.

Patty?

Yeah, uh, we think

we found her remains b-beneath the house.

Can I use your phone, please?

George?

Get the phone!

911. What's your emergency?

They-they found Patty.

Patricia Bell.

She didn't skip town.

She never left her house.

- Hello? - Hello?

- What's the address? - Yeah. Patricia Bell and Frank Bell,

both dead in their home, 394 Maple Drive.

Frank Bell is a former police officer.

He committed suicide on the premises.

We have reason to believe, and evidence to back it up,

that he is responsible for the serial murder

of 11 women across seven states.

Thank you. Thank you.

Bill?

Yeah?

Want to get in?

Yeah. Yeah.

Here.

Did you see his face?

No.

No, I didn't.

Neither did I.

I wonder what was in his eyes.

Whether he knew he was gonna do it or...

if he was still deciding.

I don't think it matters.

Yeah.

He must have been on that sub-reddit.

Following us for a while.

Getting high off the work we were doing.

So I guess, in a way, it's like

we were appreciating what he'd done...

I wasn't appreciating him.

You know what I mean though.

Like, we were doing all this work

- to try and figure out... - Wait, what are you, what are you talking about?

He had a gun. He was about to shoot us.

I-I thought we were gonna die.

We didn't die.

We didn't. He did.

- Because he couldn't face... - Who cares about him?

He's nothing.

He's the result of faulty programming.

He's the, the, the juice concentrate

of a system that needs to be fed dead bodies

in order to survive.

He's boring and predictable, like the most basic code

cycling over and over again until all

the women are destroyed and the world just burns...

What are you...?

- What are you saying? - I'm saying

you want the killer to have meaning

and he doesn't have meaning. He's just...

he's just a killer...

I don't know, Darby, I just,

I'm trying to process this and-and-and, like,

tell you how I feel and-and

you're on the case.

I want to know how you feel.

I'm tired.

I'm just tired.

Bill? Bill?

Bill?

- Sorry. - It's okay.

It's actually really, really good to cry.

No. No, it feels like shit.

Yeah, but it's like throwing up.

It would be worse to keep it in.

You'd end up a bitter old bitch.

He's right.

I just...

I never, um...

I haven't read this since I wrote it.

I approved the galleys when it was published, but...

Why?

I guess that I, um...

I didn't want to see all the ways that...

I had left him before he left me.

I didn't want to believe that I...

I'm not able to meet love.

I know a thing or two about that.

Me, too.

It, um...

It struck me funny, the word he used.

- Can I? - Yeah, of course.

He said...

the killer was the result of "faulty programming."

Yeah, um...

"The same code recycled over and over

just in new bodies."

What-what does that mean?

I think it means Bill

knew his killer, knew the killer was a hacker.

And he was trying to communicate that to Darby.

Maybe David's right.

Maybe it was Lu Mei.

Lu Mei?

You know she knew Bill, right?

Or at least, he made work very critical of smart cities.

Smart cities aren't just, like,

cities where the lights automatically turn on.

They're cities where everyone is tracked.

- Surveilled. - Fuck.

All right, so, um...

so Lu Mei?

What about Eva?

I don't know, I-I...

started to get the feeling that, um...

She's in love with Andy?

She is.

And who knows, I mean,

maybe after all those fucking treatments,

he's in love with her, too.

But would Eva know how to hack the pacemaker receiver?

I don't know, but, um...

she has access to the morphine

and the pacemaker receiver and...

maybe she's not working alone.

Andy.

I mean, doesn't he have the biggest motive

for killing Bill...

and laying the blame at your feet?

Maybe we need to get you and Zoomer out of here.

Like, right now.

Don't we all need to get out of here right now?

Yeah, but...

I think they're in a greater danger.

Even if the police get here.

You were the one that was held up at knifepoint.

I know, but only to stop me getting closer to you.

If they'd have wanted to kill me, they would have.

Look, Sian and I made it to the coast. It's not far.

Maybe ten miles east of here.

It doesn't matter.

Bill always said that Rohan's boat didn't have

any electronics on it, they navigate by the stars.

How would we even get a message to them?

I don't know.

But a boat never leaves its captain behind.

They left a zodiac, flares.

Maybe they're just waiting nearby.

Lee!

Lee, wait.

Darby?

Oh, my god, David.

Sorry.

There's my wife.