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- Where do you want the chair
set up

for the meet-and-greet
tomorrow, Miss Medina?

- Circle's fine.

- Circle.

Circle?

I don't think I'll be able to do
a circle.

Might be more of an oval though.

- Just have the kids sit on
the damn floor, okay, Lindsey?

- Yes ma'am.

- I gotta go.

Don't forget to turn on the
ghost light.

- Turn on the ghost
light, gotcha.

All right, you have a good
night-

Miss Medina.

Sit on the floor.

Alright.

- Hey, boss.

- Thanks for stopping by, Margo.

I know you want to get out of
here.

- Oh, no problem.

What's up?

- My mother-in-law passed away.

- Thomas, I'm so sorry.

- Carol and the kids
are flying out tonight.

She wants me to join them
tomorrow,

but it's the first day of the
clinic, so.

- Are you kidding?

Go, be with your family.

- Are you sure?

It'll be a week?

- It's like year 20 for me in
the clinic.

I think I can handle it.

Oh, my God.

Were we ever this young, hmm?

- Almost.

- Oh, wow.

- I found that when I was
digging stuff up

for a donor presentation.

- Oh, wow.

I'm just a baby.

- Jeffrey's bold revision
of "Blood Wedding."

- Oh yeah, where I'm dead the
whole time,

and you were the, uh...

- The fire breather.
- Wah!

Yeah.

Oh, my gosh, I think I blocked
that out.

- Yeah, block it out all you
want,

the past will fuck us all at
some point.

- Hmm.

- You sure you'll be okay
without me here

to kick things off?

- Yes, and the staff has
their marching orders.

- If Bernard gives you shit-

- Uh, then I'll tell the kids

about the time he went up on his
lines

and pissed himself on stage.

Bernie doesn't scare me, Thomas.

Tell Carol I'm sorry for her
loss.

- I will.

Call me if you need anything.

Fucking theater camp.

Hmm.

- You FaceTimed.

How cute.

- Told Carol I have camp.

Told camp I have to fly to the
funeral.

We have a week all to ourselves.

- Then get your ass over here,
old man.

- Get your ass over here.

I booked a suite at the
Adolphus.

All week.

- You're a goddamn rockstar.

- Mm-hmm, mm, mm.
- I'll see you in a few-

- Touching your boobies.

Still here.

Thanks.

Come on, man!

Wonderful.

I hate this fucking place.

Oh.

Ah!

Camp doesn't start until
tomorrow, kid.

That means stupid camp pranks
don't start until tomorrow.

You think you're funny?

I will kick you the hell out of
here

and make sure you don't work
anywhere.

Let me tell you something, kid.

The decisions you make right now

will haunt you for the
rest of your fucking life.

It's get back to Rico.

Ah!
- Hey.

- Jesus!

How the hell did you get in
here?

- Stage door is open.

- Let's get outta here.

- Ow, hey, ow, ow, ow.

Watch your shoes, watch your
shoes.

Hey, what's wrong?

- Just an idiot kid playing a
prank.

Come on.

- Pranks were my favorite
part when I was a camper here.

- Oh, Vine-y hiney.

Every year these kids
get to be bigger pricks.

- Well, you don't have to worry
about that for a whole week.

Ah.

- Can we go?

- Yes, baby, we can go to the
park

just as soon as we send your
sister off.

Sagan, would it kill you just
to wear a little make-up?

- I'm going to camp to dance,

not to look pretty for pictures.

- There are hundreds of girls
just as talented as you are.

Sometimes you have to do
a little something extra.

- Can we not talk about this
right now?

- Promise me you'll take this
seriously.

This clinic is...

- A direct pipeline to college
programs, New York, LA.

Yeah, I know.

- It changed your sister's life.

They noticed her because
she worked hard and because-

- She's noticeable.

- The future is now, Sagan.

- That doesn't really make
sense.

- The future is now.

- Good morning, everybody.

Hundreds auditioned for these
spots,

but only the eight of you were
selected.

So, congratulations and
welcome to Stage Left.

Just being here gives you a
headstart

on performers your age
from all over the country.

- Ooh!

- The next two weeks will be
grueling

because the business of
creation is grueling.

Mornings will be dedicated to
classes.

Afternoons and evenings,

you'll rehearse the new
musical "What Mary Saw."

Guiding you on this journey

will be some of the most
talented people you'll ever
meet.

Broadway legend, Mr. Charles
McMasters,

dance teacher and choreographer.

- People say, "Dance
like nobody's watching."

I say if you're dancing, I'm
watching

and I'm probably not pleased.

- Former Stage Left camper

and queen of bite and smile
commercials,

Ms. Stephanie Briggs joins us

as an instructor for the first
time.

She's your voice coach, musical
director

and constant reminder that I'm
old.

- This place made me what I am.

It taught me how the business
works

and I promise I'll do
the same for all of you.

And you can call me Steph.

- Lindsey Carr is your stage
manager

and Den Mother at the house.

If you are sick or running late,

she's the person to call.

And finally,

fresh off his star turn as
Stanley Kowalski in "Streetcar"

at the Cleveland Playhouse

and his stint as Mr. Kane
on "Wolves of Westlake,"

please welcome two-time
Drama Desk Award nominee,

Mr. Bernard Hewson.

- Thank you Margo for the lovely
intro.

You kids have fun, do your
little musical,

but when you work with me,

be ready to fucking act.

- Fantastic.

- They look younger every year
we do this.

- Bernard, that was your one
free pass.

You pull that crap again,
I'll rip your face off.

There's coffee and muffins.

Have a great first day everyone.

- Guess she wasn't a fan of Mr.
Kane

of "Wolves of Westlake."

Remind me,

did you die in the first
three minutes of the episode

or did you make it past
the opening credits?

- Fuck you, Charles.

You got something you want to
add?

- It's good to see you Mr.
Hewson.

- Bernard, kid.

You're not a camper anymore.

- It's good to see you, Bernard.

- So, why don't you start us
off, um...

Tim.

- I'm Tim, starts with tenor.

- Great.

- I'm Lila, starts with
lascivious.

- I'm Marcus, starts with magic.

- How?

- I'm really good at
disappearing.

- I'm Sagan, starts with
separate.

- Okay.

- I'm Kylie, starts with klepto.

- Bullshit!

- No, it's true.

I steal all the boys'
hearts, and their clothes.

I steal a lot of clothes.

- Huh.

- I'm Austin, starts with
Aurelius.

- What the hell does that
mean?

- It means he's
a pretentious prick.

- Or, he's stoic and
philosophical.

- You're both right.

- Rachael, stands for rock-hard
abs.

- Prove it.

- Yeah.

- She ain't lying, y'all.

- Okay.

- I'm Nixon, starts with not
gonna play

this stupid ass game.

- Okay.

Uh, hm.

Okay, so, um, wants to lead us

in a physical warm-up before
class starts?

- I'll do it.

Uh, stand up.

You too, Mr. Kickass.

Alright, okay.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three.

Oh.

Fuck you and your metabolism.

- Perfect.

I know this stuff is boring,

but when you're doing eight
shows a week on Broadway...

Excuse me for a second.

- Oh, my God, I can't
believe we're.

- Do you need something Mr. Hew-

Bernard?

- Always good to get a sense
of who you're dealing with

before they come into the room.

- Yeah, I've actually
like,

I've done a lot
- Dream come true.

- Who's melancholy Dane?

- What?

- Kid in all black,
looks like he's over it.

- Nixon.

- Maybe he'll be the one
real actor in the bunch.

- People at this camp might tell
you

you don't have what it
takes to be real actors.

Don't listen.

You act all the time

when you talk to teachers,

bosses, even friends.

Every day is a dress rehearsal

and every day you're
succeeding as an actor.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two and three.

Four and five, six and seven,
eight.

And one, two and three, four and
foot.

- Stop.

What was that, Sagan?

- A pas de bourree.

- Really?

Because it looked like pas de
boushit.

Go!

- Do it again?
- No, go.

Leave the room, all of you, go.

Go pee or give each other a hand
job.

Anything that takes two minutes.

I can't look at any of you
anymore.

- It's pretty hard on
'em for the first day.

- You of all people should know
the ones with actual talent

require the most verbal abuse.

- I do.

- We missed you last night.

We always go to the bar the
night before camp starts.

Too big for our little
traditions now?

- I had things to do.

And technically camp
starts tomorrow for me.

- What are you doing here?

- Just wanted to watch you work.

- Bullshit.

- Don't believe everything
you hear, Charles.

- I know you, Bernie.

I don't need to hear anything
from anyone.

- Sorry, kid, no smoking.

- I'm 18.

- Camp rules.

- Charles smokes in the room.

- Yeah,

and we let him

'cause we're all secretly
hoping it'll kill him soon.

Sagan, right?

- Yeah.

- Well, if you're sing and
act half as well as you dance,

you just might be a
triple-threat, Sagan.

See you tomorrow.

Stupid.

- Hello?

You guys know you're not
supposed to be up here.

The studio's only for class.

God.

Good prank, you got me.

Now get back to lunch.

Not funny.

Open the fucking door.

- Lindsey, open the door!

Hey, open this door!

Fucking kids!

- I don't know.
- Yeah so in my freshman year-

- Lindsey, I need you.

- For what?

- Strike the downstairs studio.

And tell the children,

while we all cherish the long
tradition

of camp pranks here at Stage
Left,

they really need to stay out of
there

unless they're in class.

- What happened?

- Just do what I fucking
ask you to do, Lindsey.

- Yes, ma'am.

Just eat.

- You know they have food for
us.

- Not hungry.

- Do you practice that
brooding look in the mirror

or do you have a director
like give you notes?

- Screw you.

- Relax.

Hey.

We have 20 minutes.

Wanna get high?

I think this is it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, come
on, come on, come on.

Look at this, oh, my gosh.

Look at this.
- What?

Look at this place, this is
crazy.

Oh, that's nice.

Hm.

- How did you find out about
this place?

- My sister came to camp like
forever ago.

She's like 25 and killing it in
LA.

- Really?

- Yeah, must be blowing all
the the right people, I guess.

I'm kidding.

She's really talented and
beautiful and all that.

- Is that what you wanna do.

- Today I want to be a better
dancer.

- What did separate mean
in that stupid icebreaker?

- My mom is constantly
telling me

how amazing my big sister is

while doting on my baby brother.

Separate from what came before
me

and what came after me, I guess.

Oh, I sound
ridiculous.

- That's why you're here?

Your sister did it, so your mom
made you?

- Yep.

Well, what about you?

You don't seem like the
musical theater type.

- My family said I should spend
time

with positive people.

- Okay, how's that working out?

- Seems all right so far.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Whoa, hold on a second.

Just,

just hold on.

- Oh, oh, God, shit, I'm sorry.

I'm an idiot.
- No, just,

let's just take it slow

and maybe wait until there's
not like rocks and sticks

digging in my ass.

We should head back.

- I a...

I am so sorry.

I fucked this up,

and you're like the only cool
person here.

So I-

- Relax.

Okay?

I just don't wanna be late to
rehearsal.

- Lights up.

Mary stumbles in and
crosses to the students.

- Can you help me?

Please!

- Alex breaks from the group.

- What the hell, man?

Hit the damn note.

- Tim, dear,

maybe when you learn to count
without moving your lips,

you can give other performers
notes.

- Sorry, Steph.

- Not your fault.

The song isn't in your range.

The part isn't in your range.

It's our fault.
- Steph, fix it.

- How?

- Do you want me to handle this?

- I got it.

Oh.

Austin, you're working your ass
off.

We screwed this up.

Luckily we caught it early
enough.

Now all the roles are great

so you're just gonna play
a different great role

that's actually in your vocal
range.

- I'm sorry.

- You have all the talent in the
world.

Don't let this phase you.

- Not so fast, Tim.

- Nixon.

- Yes, Miss Medina.

- You're going to play Alex.

- No, I can't hit those notes.

- Cut the shit.

Come sing the song.

- That was fucking incredible.

Sing some more shit.

Sing!
- Wait.

Are you serious?

- I'm messing with you.

- Wait.

- What's wrong?

- You said that we should
take it slow, right?

- Shit.

- Ah.

Is that stupid, am I being
stupid?

- No, no, it's sweet.

It's not normal.

Sweet.

- I really like you and
I wanna do all of this.

I just, I, I want it to be
perfect.

Special.

- Me too.

You should go.

- You're pissed.

- No.

But if you stay, I'll
have to jump you again.

Go.

- Poor Austin is gonna be
miserable forever because of me.

- Hey, don't beat yourself up
about it.

He'll be okay, okay?

Have a good night.

- Jesus.

- What'd you tell Charles,
Stephanie?

- Nothing.

- You sure?

- Yes.

I didn't blame you.

I never,

I haven't told anyone anything
ever.

I promise.

- Okay, then.

Have a good night.

- Okay.

You, uh, wanna walk out
together?

- No, you go ahead, Lindsey.

I've still got a couple
of things I wanna do.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

You just go house-mom the
hell out of those kids.

- Okay.

Have a great night Mr.
McMasters.

- Goodnight, happy camper.

- Yeah, I am a happy camper.

Let's hope I stay that way.

- Ooh, yeah.

Lindsey?

Are you up there?

Goddammit

Oh, God.

Fuck!

Oh.

Fuck, no.

No, no, no.

No.

No, no.

Please, fucking help me!

Help, Lindsey!

No!

No, no!

Oh, oh, God.

Fuck!

No, no!

Fucking help me, help!

Steph, Steph, Steph!

Steph!

No!

No.

- None of you's gonna be any
good at this.

None of you has the
capacity to do real work

and that's okay.

You hit those pretty high notes

and maybe you can land a gig in
the chorus

of some shitty show that runs
forever

and bilks fat Midwesterners
outta their hard earned cash.

So that's good.

You got that?

Stand up.

You, Sarah, right?

- Sagan.

- You play Mary in the show?

- Yes.

- So you're the lead?

- I, it's an ensemble piece.

- If you're the lead, own it.

If not, sit down.

- I'm the lead.

- Good.

Get up here.

Who's Mary?

- She is a high school kid

whose best friend's father is a
killer.

- But?

- Nobody believes her.

- You can't know that going in
though.

You have to believe you can
convince them,

or else why the hell am I
watching?

You.

- Lila.
- Yeah.

Who you play in this dog and
pony show?

- Her best friend, Este.

- Oh, hey, look at that.

It's almost like I paid
attention
when they cast this thing.

Okay,

Mary.

Convince your friend,
Este, that she's in danger.

She has to leave with you.

- But I'm not off book.

- You need a writer to tell you

how to convince someone of
something.

Just do it.

- You have to get out of here.

- Why?

- Your dad is dangerous!

- How do you know?

- I've seen it in his eyes.

Good, Lila.

- You have to leave!

- Yelling isn't working,

is it?

Try a different tactic.

Do you love her?

- Maybe.

I-I don't know.

- She's your best friend.

Do you love your best friend?

- Yes.

- Go.

- Este,

come with me, please.

- Why?

- If we stay here,

I might lose you.

Come with me.

- We'll be safe?

- Yes.

Yes.

And we'll be together.

- Bernard, a word please.

- I don't tell you how to run
rehearsal

so you don't tell me how to run
class.

You call on Bernard Hewson,
you get Bernard Hewson.

- You sound like a fucking
idiot when you talk like that.

And that's not what this is
about.

Have you seen Charles?

- No.

Why?

- He hasn't shown up.

- Isn't it just my class today?

Sure he'll be there at
rehearsal.

- We had a meeting about
the show this morning

and he didn't come.

It's not like him.

- He has been talking about the
bar a lot.

Maybe the old man got
hammered and overslept.

- Always helpful,
Bernie.

- You know, you're getting
uptight, Margo.

You used to be fun.

I'm sure Charles is fine.

- Oh, that might be the sexiest
thing

I've ever seen in my whole life.

- Oh, wait till my back gives
out and I get stuck down here.

That's when it really gets hot.

- Good to see you, Viv.

- Oh, nice to see you both

still dressed like you're in the
movies.

- Oh, wear the same thing every
day,

one less thing to worry about.

- I got a fun one for you,
Ronnie.

Hey, stop lurking, Nick,
you're freaking the kid out.

- Nah, the kid's a pro.

Right, Mustache?

- Uh.

- Solid answer.

Who is he?

- Charles McMasters, mid 50s.

- Damn, he's in great shape.

- He is.

He's also been dead since
between 11:00 PM and 1:00 AM

and whatever happened to him

didn't happen here in the
apartment.

- What do you mean?

- Look at the legs.

- Ooh, killer sliced his
Achilles

and let him think he could still
get away.

Looks like Mr. McMasters

dragged himself across
a sidewalk or a street

before the killer finished the
job.

- I have work to do, but
I think you nailed it.

- So, how'd we get here, Vivien?

- Officer Andrews,

why don't you tell
Detectives Reyes and Rizzo

how you stumbled upon
your first murder scene.

- Uh, neighbor called about loud
music.

Nobody answered when I knocked,

so I got the manager to let me
in.

That's when I found

the body.

A song was blaring at top volume
from the compact discplayer

"When you're a jet,
you're a jet all the way."

Those lyrics will haunt me
until the day that I die.

That and the um, the hands, you
know?

Why, uh, mm,

why are the hands like that?

- Those are jazz hands.

- Uh, why, what?

- Well, he's a dancer.

- Like a stripper?

- Musical theater, Rizzo.

Killer wanted him to hit a pose

after a big number one last
time.

Ah.

- Whoever did this made no
effort to hide the body.

Then turned up the music

so someone would call
the cops and find it.

- I don't think killers

did this kind of cat
and mouse shit with cops

until they saw it on TV.

- You love TV.

- Why do you think I became a
cop?

- So this guy's got no family.

No one in the apartment knows
who he is.

Where does he work?

- Theater clinic.

- What the fuck is a theater
clinic?

- I don't know.

Let's go find out.

- You're a dick.

- Coffee?

- Sarah?

What was that shit?

- Well, Sagan, I didn't want
the other children to know

that I think you're special.

- Special?

- Yeah.

And in class today

you proved it.

- We're all eating outside.

Got some food for you.

- You kids enjoy your lunch.

- Oh, my God, what's
she doing?

- Hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on.

- Alright.
- Hold on.

- Let's see if I can do it.
- Alright.

- Oh, look at that.

- Ugh.

Kids.

- Relax, Rizzo.

They're probably really
sweet and full of energy.

- Yeah, look at 'em
though.

Worms and fleas and shit.

- That's dog's, Rizzo.

- Right.

- So you and Taylor really don't
want any?

- Sometimes she says stuff
that makes me think she does.

Deep down she knows
I'd be a shitty father.

- No, you wouldn't.

- What about you and Robert?

You ever regret not having any?

- I don't waste time

thinking about things that
didn't happen.

Let's see what we can find.

- Hey, kids.

Is there a grownup we could talk
to?

- Jesus, Rizzo, they're not
five.

Please excuse my partner.

He's an idiot.

Can anyone tell us where
the camp director is?

- Lindsey, some people are
looking for Miss Medina.

- I knew something was wrong

when he didn't, he didn't
come to the meeting.

He, he never misses meetings.

- Can you think of anyone

who might have had a problem
with Charles?

- Everybody loved him.

- Anyone he owed money,

a girlfriend or boyfriend
he might have pissed off?

- No, Charles never talked
about money problems

and he stopped dating years ago.

He said no one could handle
his immense gift.

Sorry, I shouldn't laugh.

- No, it's okay.

Everyone loves a well-timed dick
joke.

- Any issue with the kids?

Like did he loathe the sight of
them?

- Of course not.

- I noticed that's not
your name on the door.

- Oh.

Well, our artistic director's
out of town

and I am running things in his
absence.

His office is a lot nicer, so
I'm in here.

- One more question.

Does this camp offer any
scholarships?

- Uh.

Yeah, but Charles didn't have
anything to do with that.

- Oh, no, I have a very talented
nephew.

He's a good kid, loves theater.

- Oh, uh,

well, I, I, I'd be happy to
give you the information.

- That would be great.

- Also, could we have that
folder

labeled Staff and Students.

- I'm canceling tonight's
rehearsal.

This theater,

this camp,

this industry

lost one of its great lights.

Spend tonight celebrating life

and enjoying one another.

That's what mattered most to
Charles.

We'll resume tomorrow as normal.

Charles wouldn't want the
show to suffer on his account.

- Let's, uh,

get back to the house, kids.

- What do you think
happened?

- I don't know.

- Hey, Lindsey, I need
a minute with Sagan.

Had a few notes about
her work in class today.

- Well, don't keep her too long.

I'm gonna order pizza to cheer
us up.

- Oh, it's a shame to miss
rehearsal

after the discoveries you made
in class.

- Yeah.

- I tell you what,

I'm gonna work your monologue
with you.

- Right now?
- You don't wanna miss pizza.

And we don't want others
popping in, ruining the work.

- You think you could sneak
outta the house about midnight?

- Guess you'll have to wait and
see.

- Wait and see.

- It gets worse.

It's been a month since
Spencer's missing

and I'm in my bed and I get a
phone call.

Spencer's number.

I pick it up, "Dude, where are
you?

Everybody's freaking out."

On the other end, it's silence,

then screams and then silence
again.

No one's ever seen or
heard from Spencer since.

- Hey, ya.

Sorry.

Look, I just wanted to remind
you

to clean up after,

alright?

So have fun.

Do what you want-

- As long as the house
stays clean.

- That's it.

Good night.

- Can we do something not
terrifying now?

- Let's do something fun.

- Ooh, Marry, Fuck, Kill,
but characters from musicals.

- Austin and "Grease."

- Oh, easy.

Um, marry Danny.

Fuck Kenickie.

Kill Frenchie.

- What?

Frenchie's the best.

- Mm-mm.

- I pick Nixon and "Les Miz."

- I don't know what that is.

- Bullshit.

- Sorry, man.

Not well-versed in this stuff.

- Again, bullshit.

- Man, do you ever shut the fuck
up?

- You all think to be pulled
that voice

out of his ass last night?

- What are you talking about?

- Age 10.

"Les Miserables" Regional Tour,

"Nixon Grace is thrilled to be
playing the role of Gavroche,

the lovable street urchin."

- What?

- He was a child star.

Multiple tours.

Age 13, "Beauty and the Beast."

Age 14, "Big River."

And just two short years ago at
16,

"Nixon Grace is overjoyed

to be playing Jack in 'Into the
Woods.'"

- No effing way.

- So, what turned the
happy-go-lucky musical theater
whiz

into the James Dean
wannabe we see before us?

- Fuck off.

- Oh, right.

The baker and the baker's wife

went to a hotel after the
matinee

and didn't make it back
for the evening show.

- Whoa.

Wait, what does that mean?

- When we were on tour in
Chicago,

two of my castmates died
in their hotel rooms.

Nobody knows what happened to
them.

They were my friends.

After that, I wasn't real
happy-go-lucky anymore.

Satisfied?

- What the hell is your problem?

- I, I, I...

What?

He, he broods and, and makes fun
of us

for, for loving musicals when
he's a goddamn pro at it.

- Pizza in my room for anyone
who still wants to hang.

Not you, Tim.

- Make sure you clean up,
asshole.

- You guys are dicks.

- Oh.

- You picked the wrong
motherfucker, motherfuckers.

My name's Tim.

Starts with time to pull a prank

and scare the shit outta you
stupid little motherfuckers.

- That's crazy.

He was just yelling at me
about dance stuff yesterday.

- He seemed like an asshole,

but the good kind.

- Do you think we're ever gonna
figure out

what happened to him?

And if we don't, is it gonna
like stick with us forever?

- You can ask me about
the "Into the Woods" thing

if you want,

'cause it kind of feels
like you're asking me

about the "Into the Woods"
thing.

- That was in the past.

All I wanna do right now is lie
here.

- Shit.

- It's beginning to think you
didn't care about your craft.

- What are we doing here, Mr.
Hewson?

- Working the opening monologue.

- That's it?

- If that's all you want.

Sit down, pour yourself a drink.

- No I'm good.

- Relax.

It's sparkling grape juice.

And it's a part of the exercise.

So, the tendency with
a big opening monologue

is to go guns blazing outta the
gate.

That's death, leaves you know
where to go.

With something like this,

you wanna invite the audience in

like they're your closest
friends.

- Okay.

- So try it like you're sitting
at a table

in a nice restaurant talking
to someone you trust.

You know the lines?

- For this part.

- Good.

Now remember, you're just
talking with a friend

in a public place.

- Listen to me.

You have to listen to me.

I know things.

Things that nobody else knows.

- It's good.

It's simple.

- Everyone thinks they're
special.

I get it, but I actually am.

Not better.

Different.

It's like a...

It's,

it's like, um-

- You need a line, I got a
copy of the scrip I think.

- Ah, something's wrong.

- Everything is fine.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Relax.

Everything's fine.

- Get off of me.

- Bitch.

You.

You want this, little girl.

You know what, tell whoever you
want.

No one's gonna believe you.

I've been nominated
for a Drama Desk Award.

Twice.

What the fuck have you ever
done?

- You're too early.

- What about her?

- The monster
got her a long time ago.

- Oh, my.

- Nixon.

- Hmm?
- Nixon, how did I get here?

- Oh, I, uh, I woke up
outside and you were gone.

I looked for you everywhere

and I finally found
you out by the theater.

So I thought you must
have been sleepwalking,

so I brought you back here.

- Okay, and there was no one
else there.

- Uh, no, no one.

The theater was all dark.

- Okay, but I'm in my pajamas.

Did you undress me or?

- No.

Jesus, no, I, I brought you back
here,

I put you in your bed in your
clothes,

and I only stayed here

in case that you started
sleepwalking again.

You, you must have gotten up

and changed in the middle of the
night.

- You swear you didn't touch me
or.

- I'm not an asshole, Sagan.

- I, I, I don't remember
how it happened, um,

was lost time or something.

I, I remember a, a, a
nightmare about Steph.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

- Sagan!

- Say-
- Miss Medina.

- Whoa, don't dress for the job
you have,

dress for the job you want.

So, hobo?

- Just, Sagan, what's wrong?

- Have you seen Steph?

- She'll be here soon.

- No, she won't.

Something terrible happened to
her.

- Sagan.

- Good morning, everyone.

- You're not safe.

Something bad is gonna happen to
you.

- Nothing's wrong.

- Someone is trying to kill you.

- You got me.

That was good.

In my day we just toilet-papered
Mr. Graham's office.

You all have taken the
pranks to the next level.

Like the show, "Oh, your
dad's a killer, argh."

- We're gonna go back to the
house.

- Real good stuff, you two.

- What?

- Are you wearing makeup,
Bernard?

- Concealer.

I'm nothing if not vain.

- I wanna help, but I don't
understand.

- Something happened last night

and I don't fucking remember.

- Hey, have you guys seen Tim?

Tim?

Come on, we're gonna be late.

- Maybe Marcus disappeared
him into the nightmare place.

- Don't even joke about that.

- What's up?

- Tim won't come out of his
room.

- No one told you?

- Told us what?

- Of course they didn't.

Leave everything to the stage
manager.

Um, so Tim went home this
morning.

Yeah, I got a text.

Apparently he felt like
he didn't belong here.

Car picked him up from the
theater

and took him to the airport this
morning.

- Hmm.
- Oh, my God.

- Who's gonna play
Chaz?

The show's ruined, you guys.

- Breathe.

Um, imagine that there's a
golden string

running from the top of your
head

all the way through your spine.

Breathe.

- No, no, no.

The show's gonna be fine.

Miss Medina will figure
it out.

- This is kind of our fault.

- He's the asshole, not us.

- Totally.

So let's go to class.

Sagan, Marcus, Nixon, let's
roll.

- Are you coming to class?

- No, I need to like sleep or
something.

- I can stay with you.

- And do what?

Not believe anything I have to
say?

- Sagan.
- Go.

- Sagan, honey, it's Lindsey.

Can I come in?

- Uh, sure.

- I heard you weren't feeling
well.

I brought you something.

- Oh, no, you didn't have to do
that.

- Nonsense.

I take care of my actors.

Now, do you need to go to the
doctor?

- No, it's just a headache.

I'll survive.
- Mm-mm.

I know how that can be.

You take these.

Take it.

Good.

Now you text me if you need
anything.

Ugh.

I will bring you some
lunch a little later, okay?

- Apparently this one did a
short film

that fared very well at
a festival in Madrid.

- Hm, cop boss is gonna be so
pissed.

- Why?

- Cop boss doesn't need
a reason to be pissed.

Cop boss is crazy.

- Oh, yeah.

How about I set your hair on
fire, Jimmy?

How'd that be?

Fucking hell.

So let me guess.

You two finally finished
eating your tacos and cannolis

and now you want to talk
business.

It's that theater camp thing.

- It's, uh-

- My nephew says you're
busting chops, Rizzo.

- Nephew?

- My sister's kid.

Andrews.

- Mustache.

- Right, yeah, good kid.

- Is he?

Or is he a fucking idiot?

Never tell with these young
people.

- Captain, the way Charles
McMasters' body was found,

it seemed like an inside joke.

It was like someone knew his
background and his lifestyle.

- You think somebody at
this Stage Left did it?

- We wanna talk to the campers.

That's why we came to see you.

- Of course that's what you
want.

Just go in half-cocked

and then somehow get lucky,
like you always fucking do.

And then you leave it to the old
man

to clean up your damn mess.

- What are you talking about?

- Kids, Rizzo.

You question them without
something airtight,

it'll be a nightmare when
their parents catch wind of it.

Fucking lawsuits,

the mayor's dick in a twist, all
that.

No way.

- I know, right?

Mr. Kane.

- Says Hewson.

- "Wolves of
Westlake."

- He was torn apart.

- Yeah, one of the best death
scenes ever.

You question him yet?

- He's on the list.

- Why would a guy with
his career murder someone

and then set it up so the
cops would be on his trail?

- I'll tell you why.

You ever acted before, Rizzo?

- No.

- I have.

Eighth grade.

Tin Man in the "Wizard of Oz."

Every night they cheered.

Well, they cheered so much.

"Hey, Ma, I think I
want to sing and dance."

"Knock it off, Tommy,

and don't let your old
man hear you say that."

"But it's, it's my dream, Ma.

Ma?

Ma?"

- Captain?

- You crave the spotlight
every minute of every day.

You need people to watch you.

Yeah, to validate you,

to fill whatever void
you have in your soul.

Guy like this wouldn't just kill
a man

and let his work go uncredited.

You talk to him.

If there's something there,

I'll let you go back to the
camp and talk to the kids.

- Thanks, Captain.

- If I only had a heart.

Am I right, Rizzo?

If I only had a heart.

- Jesus Christ, about
time.

- Bernard Hewson?

- Yeah.

- Damn, you're in great shape.

You have a personal trainer or?

- I just watched what I, I'm
sorry.

Are you from the hotel?

They said they were gonna send
up towels.

- Detectives Reyes and Rizzo.

We're here to ask you some
questions

about Charles McMasters.

It won't take long.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just, uh, have a seat.

Sorry about that.

I was jumping in the
shower when you knocked.

- I have to say, I am a huge
fan.

You know that scene where the
Alpha gets you in the throat

and the Beta gets you in the
gut,

that look on your face,

I felt like I was there.

- Thank you.

You know, you do these little
roles,

you hope people like 'em.

It's really nice to hear.

- Did you like Charles
McMasters, Mr. Hewson?

- I loved Charles, everyone did.

Once they got to know him.

- The theater put you up in this
room?

- They did.

I split my time between New York
and LA

but I always come back to
do the clinic if I can.

I feel it's my responsibility

to shape the next generation of
artists.

- That's lovely.

Do you know anyone who might
have had it in for Charles?

- Like I said, everyone loved
him.

- Mm.

I guess we have to go talk to
the kids.

- Oh, God.

- Mr. Hewson?

- I didn't think...

Charles was very good at hiding
it,

but he used to have a cocaine
problem.

- Really?

- A couple of years ago,

I found him in the bathroom in
the bar.

His nose was bleeding.

It's pretty clear what was going
on.

- Did you tell the camp
director?

- No.

It would've ruined his life.

Charles loved those kids

and he was so good for them

and he said he was gonna
get help and, and he did.

I didn't think.

If he went back on it, oh, God.

Maybe if I would've said
something back then he would.

He would-
- It's okay.

People make mistakes all the
time

trying to protect their friends.

- I'm sorry.

I'm not...

- It's no problem.

Thank you for your time.

We'll let you know if
we need anything else.

- See it?

- Yep.

Peaking out from under his
towel.

- What do you think?

- Well, there's a million
different ways to hurt your leg,

but it could be something.

- What do you wanna do?

- Dig up some dirt and track
down all his known associates

from the magical world
of professional theater.

Mr. Crane, in 2000-

- You, you can call me Alistair.

At least until the makeup is
fully on.

- Okay, Alistair.

And 10 years ago you appeared
in a play with Bernard Hewson.

- "And Baby Makes Nine."

- Dreadful.

- This play closed only after
three weeks,

despite full houses and a lot of
talk

that it would be the
next "Drowsy Chaperone."

- Please.

As if there could ever be
another "Drowsy Chaperone."

- Why the early closing
Alistair?

- What can I say?

Some plays just don't work.

- Oh, tell me about it.

I have a nephew who was in one

about a sad boy who sings about
being sad.

Terrible.

- That wasn't the case though,
was it?

This particular show was shut
down

due to anonymous complaints
filed about Bernard Hewson.

Who filed the complaints?

- Well, clearly if they're
anonymous.

- Well, we think you filed them,
Alistair.

- We think you filed
them

and that Hewson figured out it
was you.

- And your career never
quite got back on track

after "Baby Makes Twelve."

- "Nine."

12 Children would be absurd.

- Why did you file the
complaints?

- It wasn't me.

- Oh, come on, Al.

Why keep up the charade?

I mean, the damage is already
done.

- Were you jealous of him?

I've heard actors can get
jealous

when another actor is
better than they are.

- Better?

That hack?

- Places people,
places.

- If it wasn't for his abdomen

and his ability to snow
every producer he's ever met,

he'd be lucky to play the
dancing idiot

in the community theater holiday
play.

- You complained.

He found out it was you

and he used his connections
to shut you down.

So just tell us what the
complaint is about., Alistair.

- Places.

Alistair.

- Mr. Crane, places.

- The way he treated the
young woman playing the twins.

It was...

When he found out I was
the one, he ruined me.

But I told him if
he just left her alone,

just let her go her own way,

I'd never say anything else.

- What did he do, Alistair?

- Mr. Crane, places.

- Bernard Hewson preys
on youth like a vampire

and comports himself
like the goddamn Devil.

- Preys on youth?

Charles McMasters was in his
50s.

- Well, maybe Charles knew
something

and was going to tell someone.

It's a start.

We should keep digging.

- Great work you two.

Blew me away.

- Sounding good.

Get some sleep, we're back at it
tomorrow.

- You all are released.

You released.

- Night, Miss Medina.

- How weird is that?
- Yeah.

- Hey.

Hey, I'm sorry I freaked out on
you.

You were right and I must
have been sleepwalking

or had a migraine that made me
go crazy.

- Hey, I'm just glad that you're
okay.

- Do you wanna sleep over
tonight?

- Are you sure?

- Absolutely.

- Hey, where you going?

- None of your business.

- She's going to shower

and probably put on something
hot for you.

- Really?

- Clueless.

- So what are we doing
tonight?

- Oh, my God.
- Yeah.

It's the stupidest thing in the
world.

- Yeah, that sounds, -
- Can you tell them, Rach?

- Oh, we have been
rehearsing our asses off

like professionals,

so we deserve a night of
partying like professionals.

- Whoa, I thought

you were supposed to be a good
little musical theater kid.

- These stereotypes aren't
really benefiting anyone, Sagan.

- You're right, I apologize.

- I'm in.
- Me too.

Marcus?

- If it's not gonna kill me.

- They won't.

I know the good stuff

and I can spot the
poisonous ones a mile away.

- Sorry guys, I have other
plans.

- Yeah, you do.

- Uh, Nixon says you know
a secret spot in the woods.

- I know a spot.

- Yeah, you do.

- Too much, Lila.

- Okay, good note.

- Do you wanna cap or
two for you and the boy?

Could be fun.

- No, if I take those,

I'll just wanna talk about
aliens all day.

I'll draw you up a map, but make
sure

that Lindsey doesn't catch
you all sneaking out.

- She doesn't care what we do.

- As long as the house
stays clean.

- The pie's legit, isn't it?

- Damn good.

Last year's show is
described as "a true comment

on the world we live in."

"Teens Pack Adult Punch in New
Musical."

- Sure it's very powerful.

- Well, they shouldn't criticize
kids at a camp like that.

- Why not?

They wanna be stars, don't they?

- It's educational.

They should have the
opportunity to fail and fuck up

without being judged for it.

- Hmm.
- Do you hear that?

Do you fucking hear that?

- Now I do.
- Listen.

Listen.

This is it.

TV, books, movies.

They're all existing at the same
time.

We're tuning into their
universes.

We're, and, and we're
catching these, these,

these glimpses of them.

- So like the witch detective

in the comic that I'm reading
right now,

she's like actually out there

like solving cases with
like magic and shit.

- Absolutely.

- And like when I read it,

it's just me like catching a
glimpse

of like her actual life.

- Yes.

- I was a witch detective once.

- Yeah, you were.

- Oh, my God, Lila, stop.

- Come in.

Hey.

- Wow.

- When we were kids, there
wasn't that kind of pressure.

No adults even knew what we were
doing.

- Summer break, get on
my bike in the morning,

come back at dinner.

Wouldn't check in at all.

- Now parents want to know what
kids are doing all the time.

It isn't fair to them.

- It's for their own safety
though, right?

- Rizzo, come on.

You know damn well

that if a fucking crazy
person wants to do harm,

it doesn't make a difference

if a kid's parents know where
she is.

- My God, I have to pee so bad.

- It's like 40 trees over there.

- Oh, gross.

I'm not gonna pee outside.

I'm gonna go to the house.

- Dude, that'll take like three
hours,

or like two minutes.

I don't know.

I have like no concept of time
right now.

- Take the map.

Does anybody have the map?

- I already have the map.

- Yeah, you do.

- Well played, Lila.

- I think I got something.

- Oh, make it bigger.

I think I need a new
prescription.

- "Assault charges were dropped,

and Mr. Hewson will
return to the production."

That's 15 years ago.

- According to another article,
that was his break out role.

Nothing else about the girl.

- I need Vivien.

- It's late.

- You know what to do.

- Norma?

Can we get three milkshakes,
two vanilla, one strawberry?

- Ooh, I like it when you talk
dirty, Detective.

- Hey, buddy, I need a favor.

- Light as a feather, stiff as a
board.

Light as a feather, stiff as a
board.

- Hey, I got something.

Sneaked into Mr. Graham's
office.

He's got like a full bar in
there.

Hey, you okay?

W-we don't have to drink
if you don't want to.

- No, it's, it's perfect.

- Lila.

Marcus.

Austin.

- Why are you doing that?

Ah, rock hard motherfucker.

- You interrupted kaftan and
wine time,

so this better be-

- Strawberry.

- Worth it.

- I need to know what happened.

- Need to know what happened

or need me to tell you something

that fits your idea of what
happened?

- Vivien, the shake is a
token of love, not a bribe.

- Okay.

Still working, but judging from
the angle

and depth of the cuts
to the throat and chest,

it seems poor Charles
got it while on his back.

- So the killer caught him
while he was dragging himself.

- Then threw him on his
back, stood over him,

sliced his throat with
something like a box cutter,

stabbed him multiple times in
the chest.

Cuts are deep, even for someone
standing over the victim.

Killer was strong.

- Anything else?

- A lot of material imbedded in
the legs.

I mean most of it you'd expect

if he's dragging himself across
concrete,

but one thing stood out.

- What?

- Hmm, black paint.

Not the kind you'd find
on a road or a parking lot

or even in a house.

- The kind you find in the
theater?

- Keeps the blackouts real
black.

And that, my pretties, is all I
have.

Good night.

Next time, drive your asses out
to see me.

- Fucking Hewson.

Let's go.

- Reyes, we don't have
anything that'll hold up.

Vivien said the killer was
strong,

not that some insanely cut dude
did it.

- The paint.

He died at the theater.

- He was a dancer who worked
there.

Maybe he did that cool thing

where they slide across
the stage on their knees.

Maybe he helped build sets.

Who knows?
- You know what?

You're right, I don't know

if Bernard Hewson killed
Charles McMasters,

but I am positive that he is the
thing

that we both think he is

and we cannot let him spend
another day

working with young women.

Not when we have at least enough

to bring him in for questioning.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- I'm a good little musical
theater kid.

- Oh.

- Hm.

Nixon.

- Mm-hmm.
- Nixon, wake up.

We do not want miss this.

Outstanding.

- Hey, guys, I think
I need to go lay down.

Or die.

I think I just might go die.

- We lost Rachael.

- What do you mean lost her?

- She went to pee and she never
came back.

- Shit, she probably got lost
and fell asleep in the woods.

Um, someone call the cops

and they'll bring someone to
look for her.

- My phone's gone.

- Someone call.

- I stole your phones.

- What?

- You guys didn't believe me
when I said I was a klepto,

so I thought it would be a fun
camp prank

to steal your phones.

- Where are they?

- Somewhere in the woods.

I hid them when I was fucked up.

- Jesus, Kylie.

- I'm sorry.

- Mine's in my room.

- I stole yours and Nixon's
phones too before we left.

- Then you call.

- Mine's gone too.

- You stole your own phone?

While I was tripping,

I had an epiphany about how
attached to technology I am,

so I threw it in a pond.

- Oh, my God.

- There's a landline in the
house.

- There are no buttons.

- It's a rotary phone.

- Is it 1930?

- Do the thing with your finger.

I saw it in a movie once.

- Everything okay?

I heard yelling.

- We lost our phones.

- Wh...

Honey, that's a prop phone.

We just put it out 'cause
we like how it looks.

- You didn't notice
there wasn't a dial tone?

- Dial what?

- Okay, what, what is going on?

- We were in the woods last
night and,

things were not quite...

Um, Rachael came back here to
pee

and we never saw her again.

- Have you checked her room?

- Rachael, you in there?

Oh.

- Oh, guys, I'm not feeling too
hot.

I think I'm gonna puke.

- Okay, well you rest up

and uh, I'll come check on you
in a bit.

Y'all, when I said you
could do whatever you want,

I thought you understood
that meant within the law.

I don't want y'all
drinking and getting drunk.

- Right.

We had beer.

- And some wine.

- Yep, beer and wine.

- Listen, I get it.

Y'all are working all day like
adults,

so you feel like adults.

I will look
the other way this time,

but if it happens again,
I'm gonna have to report it.

Just go get ready.

- Yes ma'am.

- He sleeps real late
and he made it very clear

that he doesn't wanna be
disturbed

seeing as how he's on TV and
everything

we decided that-
- Shailene,

is it?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Unlock the door

or Detective Rizzo is going
to blast the damn thing open.

- What kind of guns do y'all
use?

Me and my boyfriend-

- Open the goddamn door,
Shailene.

Sonofabitch.

- Dang.

He's gone.

- Thank you for joining us,
Marcus.

Oh, we're down to six.

Any idea if Rachael will
make it to rehearsal today?

- It doesn't look good.

- That's okay.

I did a show where we lost
half the cast one night

and we fought through.

That's what we do, right?

We fight through.

- Steph.

Those detectives are back.

- Why?

- I think they think
Bernard killed Charles.

- What?
- Well, Bernard's missing.

All of his stuff is gone from
the hotel.

- Oh, my God.

- Well, they wanna talk
to you and Lindsey.

- Lindsey the stage manager.

- Yes.

- And stage managers are
"responsible

for all aspects of a production
and work with the director,

designers and performers
in multiple capacities."

- You read our Wikipedia page.

Yay.

- You were a camper here.

- A long time ago.

- Well, not that long.

What are you, 22?

- 25.

- And, uh, Bernard Hewson was
a teacher when you were here?

- He was.

- Did he ever do anything that
made you feel uncomfortable?

- I don't understand.
- Miss Briggs,

I'm not the most delicate person

when it comes to talking
about subjects like this.

- I don't know what you're
talking about.

- I think Bernard Hewson
is a fucking rapist

who should get his dick cut off.

I think Charles McMasters
learned this

and-
- He knew.

- I'm sorry?

- Charles knew.

They all knew.

- That must be hard.

You do all that work and a
bunch of actors get the credit.

You ever get jealous?

- I take care of my actors, all
right?

They'd be helpless without me,

like, like kittens.

You don't get jealous of
kittens do you, Detective?

- Are those yours?

- Yes.

- I'm terrible with tools.

My dad's whole family was in
construction

and he swore he'd never
work with his hands.

It's weird how that happens.

Is that a box cutter?

- Everybody looked the other way

because having someone
like Mr. Hewson on staff

let them charge their ridiculous
prices.

- And this was gossip when you
were here?

- Not gossip, a girl in my
class.

- And no one said anything?

- The girl begged everyone not
to talk.

She was afraid it might
ruin her future career.

But

they knew.

- You've done very well in this
business.

- I've been lucky.

I started early

and the clinic has opened
a lot of doors for me.

- Do you have any advice
for a young actor?

- Uh,

you're-
- I meant for my nephew.

- Oh, sorry.

Tell your nephew to work hard,

hustle and learn to bounce
back quickly from rejection.

- Nice.

So um, would you go see
him in a show or something

if he wanted to come here?

- Oh, we don't meet the
campers until the first day.

They send in videos.

It makes the process more fair

if we don't know them
personally.

But tell your nephew, I'm
rooting for him.

- Well, thank you.

I really appreciate it.

- Anything?

- He is what we thought he was.

And apparently everyone knew.

You?

- Annoying stage manager has a
box cutter.

Hewson could have grabbed it.

- No, you were right.

I mean that Hewson stuff
just doesn't hold up.

I mean, why would he lead us
here if he was gonna flee?

- He's a piece of shit who
belongs in jail

and you made the right
call going after him.

- We're missing something, Nick.

- I know.
- Five, six, seven, eight.

- Oh, shit.
- Oh.

Shit.
- I am so sorry.

- Lindsey,

- Sagan, honey, don't move.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

- No, I just twisted it.

Is she be fine if I ice it.

- I am so sorry.
- No, no.

It is not your fault.

You can't rehearse for 12 hours

and expect not-
- No ones needs your opinion

right now, Lindsey.

- Take her back to the house.

She needs to prop it up and get
some rest.

Nixon, can you help her?

- Of course.

Come on, come on.
- Come on.

There you go.

- Ah, thank you.

- Am I rehearsing them too hard?

I don't know what to do.

Charles, Bernard.

Thomas won't return my calls.

I'm losing it.

- I can run them through music.

They can get some rest and
still get some work done.

- Okay, everyone, take 15.

Then Steph will work on songs
with you.

- Thank you, 15.

- Hey, hey.

Watch out, c'mon.

- All right.

Right, glad I got the big one.

Oh.

Oh, yes, let me wrap it for you.

- I do this all the time.

I'll be fine.

You should go back to rehearsal.

- Go back to-

- Hey, I can stay with her
in case she needs anything.

- Fine.

At least take some ibuprofen.

Oh, why is all of this happening
today?

- That woman is batshit crazy.

Really sorry.

- I'm a dancer.

Not a little baby actor like
you.

I can take it.

- Perhaps this will help wash it
down.

- Oh, warm champagne.

Classy.

- Rachael?

Honey, I am so sorry.

I lost track of time.

Are you okay?

- Stop that.

- Stop it.

Yeah.

- Y'all, Rachael's gone.

- She must have finally
headed to rehearsal.

I'm pretty sure I heard her
leaving

when we, uh, first got in.

- You did?

- Yeah, I heard something.

It must have been her.

You're heading back there now,
aren't you?

- Yes, yes, yes.

I, I will just check
and see if she's there.

Mm-hmm, yep.

- Batshit crazy.

Want another sip?

- Rock saxophone.

- Ugh.

Crushed velvet baby doll
dresses.

- Oh, I fell in love
with my share of those.

Mighty Ices.

- Oh, making out in the
woods down by the creek.

- Shannon Floyd.

She had red hair.

- Shit.

Give me the head shots.

- We've been doing this all day.

It's time to shut it down.

- Rizzo, the woods.

- What?

- Give me the head shots.

We have to get back to the
theater.

- She's gone?

You told me she was sick.

- She was, I-
- Did you check the bathroom?

- I did, and, and I-

- Get your shit together.

You're the fucking stage
manager.

Check every inch of the house

and if she's not there,
then check the damn woods.

- Oh, for fucks sake!

- Pull the fire alarms.

- It's still broken.

- Well, you, you said you called
the City

and took care of it.

We have to be up to code.

- Not now, Lindsey.

Help!

Help!

No, no, no.

No, no!

- No, no.

- What the fuck?

- Tell 'em to send everybody.

- Rizzo, wait for backup.

- Andrews, theater camp on
Euclid Street.

Send everybody.

- What?

Put an adult on the phone.

- Oh, please, no.
- It's okay, it's okay.

I'm a cop.

You gotta get outta here.

That things coming back.

- I can't, I can't, I can't.

- What's your name?

- Austin.

- You look like a pretty brave
kid to me.

When he comes to the door,

I'm gonna use whatever I got
left to rush that fucker,

and you're gonna be right behind
me.

- I don't-

- He's gonna hit the wall.

You're gonna run by and
you're gonna fly up the stairs

and you keep running until
you're far away from this place.

You can do this, Austin.

Okay?

- I knew I should have gone to
STEM camp.

- No, no, no.

- The kid?

- He made it out.

- Other door.

- Fuck you, Nixon.

- Jesus.

You can take the mask off, Miss
Briggs.

- Thank goodness you're here,
Detective.

We are ready for a real
audience.

How'd you know it was me?

- You said you don't meet the
campers until the first day,

but you toured "Into
the Woods" with Nixon.

You knew him really well.

You brought him here.

- I did.

Two of our castmates in that
show

didn't understand the connection
we had,

but we made them understand.

- A deep enough connection

he would help you kill anyone

who knew what Bernard did to
you.

- Mr. Graham and Miss Medina
knew

and didn't say anything.

They just welcomed Bernard back

year after year with open arms.

And Amber, dull little idiot.

When I told her what Bernard did
to me,

she said I should be happy
because "older men are hot."

- What they did to you is
unforgivable,

but these children did nothing
to you

- Bernard never gave me credit,

said I knew nothing about real
theater.

He was wrong.

Theater is simple cause and
effect.

A character does this,
so then this happens.

Bernard did what he did,

so all these people die,

the guilty and the innocent,

his fault.

And he only comes to understand

the true consequences of his
actions

right before his last breath.

Admit it, that's a pretty
dramatic ending.

- Let the girls go, Steph.

Don't make them pay for
what Bernard did to you.

- You're not giving me any
credit either!

I could kill Bernard,

but that would be predictable,
clean.

No, theater should be messy,
Detective.

So here's how the play will end.

Sagan chooses who dies.

I can kill her innocent young
friend Lila,

or Sagan can kill Bernard,

the man who tried to do
to her what he did to me

and so many others.

Whatever she chooses,

I will have set a new drama in
motion.

Isn't it fun?

Theater is supposed to be fun!

Kill yourself, I kill Lila.

Kill me, Nixon kills Lila.

Kill Bernard, we let the rest of
you live.

- Or you could have just left me
alone.

- You were the smart one.

We needed to distract you.

Remember what Bernard did to
you.

He deserves this.

- No.

- No.

- The alpha and the beta

- Ruined my ending.

Now, it'll be so plain.

Finish the damn show, Nixon.

- That's the problem with
actors.

They talk too much

and they never give the
stage manager enough credit.

Thanks, Lindsey.

- You all right, Detective
Reyes?

What the fuck?

- Andrews,

basement,

Rizzo.

- I don't think it's
gonna come off that easy.

- Should have left me alone.

I don't need a knife to kill
you.

- Oh, Nixon, I just wanna
hear you sing one more time.

- Do you want this
pudding?

- Yeah.

After this hospital diet,
I'm gonna be in great shape.

- Hey, watch out.

All that excess flesh saved your
ass.

- Ha.

What happened with the girl?

- Nothing.

I mean, boy dragged her into the
woods.

But being a highly trained,
highly disciplined dancer,

she defended herself.

I mean, she's free to go.

She can do whatever she wants.

- How does someone that
age

ever get over something like
this?

- I guess you just try
to forget about your past

and not worry about the future.

Just live your life beat to
beat.