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[theme song playing]

♪ Got a secret Can you keep it?♪

♪ Swear this one you'll save ♪

♪ Better lock it In your pocket ♪

♪ Taking this one To the grave ♪

♪ If I show you, then I know Youw on't tell what I said ♪

♪ 'Cause two can keep a secret If one of them is dead ♪

♪ Two can keep a secret ♪

♪ Two can keep a secret ♪

♪ Two can keep a secret If one of them is dead♪

[suspenseful music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[panting]

[coughs]

You're okay. You're okay. You're okay.

You're okay. You're okay. You're okay. You're okay.

[panting]

I had the chance to take down Bloody Rose again, but...

If I get an opinion here,

you did the right thing, saving me instead.

It wasn't even a question.

Despite the shit you pulled at Hell House.

I am so sorry about that.

It isn't important right now, Kelly.

No, it so is.

And truly, I am sorry about everything.

Kelly, you saw Bloody Rose. Do you think it could be

your mom under those bandages?

No.

Before heading to the pool, I...

I locked Momma in our prayer closet.

[Faran] Okay...

Lots to unpack there.

But...

Is it possible

she could have broken out

and come after you?

Maybe.

Only one way to find out.

-[rattling] -[Martha muffled] What are you doing?

Let me out.

[Noa] Well...

that answers that.

Mrs. Beaze is not Bloody Rose.

[rattling]

How long has she been in there?

You should go.

All of you.

Momma and I have a lot to discuss.

Alone.

Okay, but be careful.

-[knocking] -[Martha muffled] Let me out.

Bloody Rose is still out there.

And "the Reckoning" is coming.

Whatever that may or may not be.

Okay.

Hey, Faran.

[Imogen] You guys, um...

right before I got Faran's text

about Kelly's attack,

I was with Dr. Sullivan at the cemetery

and now...

she's missing.

Missing how?

[Imogen] I'm honestly not sure.

But her car was filled with...

rose petals.

If Dr. Sullivan is MIA, does that mean, what,

she was snatched by Bloody Rose?

Maybe. Or...

she is Bloody Rose.

And this is all some kind of epic gaslighting.

Anything's possible at this point.

Like we could be in the middle

of a Dr. Sullivan, real Rose Waters team-up.

Two grieving mothers bonding together to seek revenge.

Oh, crap.

I also have to tell you something

that happened right before we met up at the pool.

Oh, my God.

Rose...

This is my old friend, Mouse.

Rose Waters.

She was Angela's mom.

And Angela was friends with...

With mom.

Yeah, that's right.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

[Rose] I was safe before you found me.

Now, everywhere I go, they're looking at me.

Following me.

The SpookySpaghetti teens?

Wait, did you leave that crazy bitch with your Lola?

No. I took her to someplace that was, um...

off the beaten path.

[Noa] Crazy Joe's train car?

Seriously, Mouse, this is super re-traumatizing.

[Faran] Agreed. And where's Rose?

[Imogen] I don't know.

But...

judging by those rose petals,

your theory about a Rose Waters, Dr. Sullivan team up

is feeling more and more plausible.

Or someone could be going after mothers.

Like, picking them off.

Mom, are you okay?

Why weren't you answering your phone?

When I call, you gotta answer.

My phone is charging in the kitchen. What is going on?

[sputters] Nothing, Ms. Haworthe.

Um, your daughter just makes us watch

way too many scary movies.

[all chuckle sheepishly]

I wish you girls would watch a fun rom-com for a change.

Oh, by the way.

I got the lovely flowers.

[tense music playing]

[chuckles] They're gorgeous.

And the card was so sweet.

"I love you more than life itself."

Those flowers and that note were a clear message.

My mom's a target now.

Shouldn't we tell her, Tabby? About Bloody Rose?

God, no. This yet again seems like one of those

"keep your mouths shut or else..." moments.

Strong agree.

Okay, so what can we do?

[scoffs] Who can we trust at this point?

No one.

Us. Ourselves.

[Sidney] Girls, wake up.

Tabby, Imogen, get downstairs now!

Mom? What's going on?

You need to see this.

[reporter on TV] That's right, Marcos.

We're here at the Ravenswood Penitentiary

in the aftermath of a violent riot

that broke out here late last night...

Ravenswood Penitentiary?

That's where A's being held.

So far, several fatalities have been reported.

Many are still being identified.

-But among the dead... -Oh, God.

... it is believed that Archie Waters,

the man behind last year's gruesome Millwood massacre,

was one of those killed last night during the riot...

[TV shuts off]

Okay, that's enough.

A's dead?

Just like that?

During a prison riot?

-That seems... -[Sidney] Suspicious?

It does.

Deputy Maroon feels the same way.

That's why she's heading out

to Ravenswood Penitentiary today.

And in the meantime, let's just all be extra cautious, all right?

Stay in touch. Home before dark.

You don't have to tell us twice.

You too, Mom.

-[door thuds] -[bell dings]

[Imogen] Kelly...

Are you okay? How did things go with your mom?

We were up all night talking about...

well, everything.

Including Mrs. Langsberry.

Have you seen her recently?

Not since Hell House.

But she is on our Bloody Rose suspect list.

[Kelly] That's good.

Because when I told Momma about Bloody Rose,

her first thought was...

could it be Mrs. Langsberry?

Momma said, over the last few months,

she's reached out to her.

But Mrs. Langsberry was, like,

a remorseless void.

With a...

and I quote,

"An awful darkness inside of her."

And coming from my mother, that's saying something.

It's time, Tabby.

As much as we've been wanting to avoid her,

we have to suss Mrs. Langsberry out.

See if we get Bloody Rose vibes off of her.

[Tabby] I was cleaning up my room.

And all of this stuff was Chip's.

[Imogen] We...

we thought you might wanna have it, Mrs. Langsberry.

[Mrs. Langsberry] I assume you've heard the news.

Chip's murderer is dead.

Finally.

Justice has been served.

Mrs. Langsberry, we...

We're glad you feel...

peace.

But up until now, you've seemed...

[Mrs. Langsberry] Consumed.

By grief.

And anger.

I know.

If there was a sane way to have been acting these last few months

doing whatever I could to get through the days,

I wish somebody had told me what it was.

This is how I remember him.

As an innocent. Not yet...

twisted by the world.

Wait, where did you get those?

[Mrs. Langsberry] Oh, beautiful, aren't they?

They were at my door this morning.

No note.

From a friend, I assumed.

We...

We should be going.

But Mrs. Langsberry, you really should be...

Thank you, for your time.

Okay, so your two primary suspects

for this Bloody Rose bitch

are the real Rose Waters and Dr. Sullivan

who are missing or possibly dead.

Correct.

And you're just focusing on women suspects, right?

Yeah, but we haven't ruled out a possible team-up.

-Why? -Just asking.

How well do you know Tabby and Imogen's new boyfriends?

They just kind of showed up outta nowhere.

I mean, doesn't that Christian guy make horror masks?

We got a tip from Kelly this morning

to suss out Mrs. Langsberry.

And she was marked

with a bouquet of red roses.

It could be a ruse,

or it could be she's another grieving mother

who's going to get snatched or...

[sighs] ...worse.

Which I think we'd all be fine with.

-Yeah. -Not gonna argue with that.

Mouse, what's SpookySpaghetti saying

about the prison riot?

Oh...

They're popping off.

Saying that this is a sign they've been waiting for

and that it's almost time for...

[all] The Reckoning.

Which I'm monitoring as best I can.

And waiting on a call from my computer teacher.

He's tracking down the server that's hosting SpookySpaghetti.

-[door thuds] -Ladies.

Oh, Principal Smithee.

Good morning. Nice to see you here so early.

You're going to need that extra discipline,

considering you all failed your Keystone Practice Exam.

The ones we took last week?

While we were hella distracted?

Yes, you somehow managed to do even worse than before.

[Imogen] Please, Principal Smithee,

we... we are trying.

-It's... it's just... -No sob stories.

You pass, you move forward.

You fail, well...

The choice is yours.

[Tabby] That's it. We're studying for real.

Let's call our boyfriends

and girlfriends and have a good old fashioned

cram session.

All hands on deck to help us pass.

Bloody Rose may be beyond our control.

The Reckoning may or may not be upon us.

But there's safety in numbers and I'll be damned

if we fail that stupid exam again.

What do you say?

-Hmm. I'm in. -Samesies.

What about Jen?

Did she pass her practice exam in Section B?

Um...

She did. Yeah.

Wait, did something happen with you two?

No, no, no. It's not that.

But while we're on the topic of significant others,

do we think maybe

Johnny and Christian

should be added to our suspect list?

Johnny and Christian? [scoffs]

Why our boyfriends?

I mean, they showed up out of nowhere

at pretty much the exact same time.

[Tabby] Just as a reminder,

we're looking for a "female" figure of horror.

Like, say, Jen, for example.

She saved me from Bloody Rose, remember?

And Johnny and Christian were at Skidamarink

when Mouse was attacked, remember?

[Noa] They could be working with somebody else.

So could Jen.

We have history.

Yeah, criminal history.

-Ah. -Welcome to the chat, Faran.

Sorry. Just saying.

Tabby, Christian does make horror masks.

I mean, you did find a Bloody Rose one in his basement.

Thank you for that, Mouse.

It must be nice to have a perfect boyfriend

who no one thinks is a murderer.

It really is.

What about Shawn, hm?

A lover scorned. Tale as old as time.

I thought about that. But we just broke up.

It doesn't make any sense.

Wait, speaking of lovers scorned.

When was the last time you had contact with Henry, Faran?

What's he been up to lately?

-No idea. -See?

Yeah, he looks exactly like Jeffrey Dahmer.

You guys have the randos, okay?

[all arguing indistinctly]

[moans]

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Stop!

This isn't us or what we do.

We're in this together, remember?

Tabby's, right. This is a super stressful time

for all of us.

And as Faran has often been quoted saying...

All for one and one for all.

Agreed.

And as much as I don't wanna believe

that anyone who we're dating

could be capable of doing something this heinous,

if I've learned anything from Neve Campbell movies,

it's that typically the killer or killers

are one or more of the boyfriends.

So why don't we do some casual investigating

and pending the results of said investigation,

we can regroup for our cram session?

Okay.

I'll suss out Johnny.

And I'll do some Christian recon.

And Mouse, since Ash is beyond suspicion, can you keep...

Trolling SpookySpaghetti?

I'm on it.

[line ringing]

[man on phone] AMC. This is Gerald speaking.

Hi, I'm calling from the Orpheum Theater

in Millwood, Pennsylvania.

I wanted to get a reference on a projectionist

who worked for you last year. Christian Peele?

[Gerald] Peele... Doesn't ring a bell.

Are you sure?

Christian Peele's a pretty distinct name.

[Gerald] I don't know what to tell you.

It's possible.

I just don't remember him specifically.

Sorry. I can't help more.

Thank you. Bye.

Who are you texting?

Huh? Oh...

No one.

So you're not keeping your...

options open with other girls?

Uh, no.

Where is this coming from?

Let me see your phone.

Prove me wrong.

Have at it.

The last person you texted was...

-me. -Yeah.

And check what I wrote.

"I miss you. Can't wait to see you at work." With a...

heart emoji.

That good enough for you?

Checking your browser history.

[sighs]

Look, Imogen,

I know you have been through a lot.

But please,

believe me,

when I say I would never do...

anything...

to hurt you.

God, I do believe you, Johnny.

I do and I want to trust you.

Okay? More than anything.

-It's just, it's... -It's okay.

It's a...

fucking crazy-ass time.

[Mouse] Okay, here we go.

Once more into the hellscape.

"Here are teasers of what's to come.

What we've been working towards..."

[gasps]

[stabbing]

Oh, my God.

[gasping]

[Johnny] Crap. We're out of butter pecan.

I'll get it.

You always brave the frozen tundra.

[chuckles]

[grunts]

[exclaims]

[tense music playing]

[screams]

[tense music soars]

Did you find it?

[whimpering]

You killed them.

What?

-Imogen, what are you doing? -[exclaims]

Stop it! Okay.

I... I saw them.

I saw them. It was you.

Okay, Imogen, I'm just gonna take that.

The hell you are! Stay away from me!

Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!

-Imogen! -Stop it!

-Let me help you, please! -Stop it!

-I promise. I'm not... -Stop it!

-I'm not gonna hurt you, I... -[thuds]

[whimpering]

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

[thud]

[electricity buzzing]

Please don't find anything suspicious.

Please don't find anything suspicious.

[gasps]

Oh, my God.

So it was a mask.

Bloody Rose wore a Davie mask at Hell House.

It's always the fucking boyfriends.

[screams]

[phone vibrating]

[Noa] Wait, so I was right.

Johnny's the killer, or at least one of the killers.

I don't know anything more than what I told you, but...

-possibly. -Those bodies you found, Imogen.

Those murders, they're on SpookySpaghetti.

Someone filmed them and then they posted them as...

as teasers.

-Teasers. Jesus! Like, for... -A movie.

Someone's making a movie called The Reckoning.

It started. It's happening.

Speaking of movies,

why isn't our resident movie nerd here yet?

Tabby was on Christian duty.

[phone rings]

Mr. Gee.

Any luck finding the SpookySpaghetti servers?

Yes, I tracked them down

and it's strange, Mouse, but...

I'm showing that they're housed at the Orpheum.

Wait, the SpookySpaghetti servers

are at the Orpheum Movie Theater?

Holy shit.

Guys, if ice cream boy is one of the killers, then...

Tabby's out of nowhere boyfriend

could be a part of it too.

Thanks, Mr. Gee. We...

We gotta go.

Where is she? Where's Tabby?

-What'd you do to her? -Don't make me beat it out of you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's happening?

You tell us, Christian.

Where's Tabby? Why isn't she texting us back?

-Also it's hot as shit in here. -I know.

The AC broke again

and no one's answering my calls.

Not the repairman, not Tabby.

I tried her, like, five times.

If Tabby's is not here,

then where the hell is she?

[suspenseful music playing]

Let me out.

Let me out!

[door banging]

Let me out!

[panting]

"Confess?"

What...

What did I do?

Rose?

Rose?

Oh, my God! [panting]

[screams]

Look, last I heard, Tabby said she had some errands to run.

That's all I know.

So can somebody tell me what's actually going on?

Wait, wait.

The servers.

Cristian, where are the Orpheum's Internet servers?

Upstairs.

[grunts]

[door thuds]

[panting]

[dramatic music playing]

Jesus...

[voice echoes] You hide, I seek...

-[indistinct shouting echoes] -[voice echoes] Why the hell are you doing this to us?

[voices fade]

[whimpering]

What the hell?

"Hot in here? Or is it just me?

Check out my movie. In Screening Room Three."

Wonderful. This whole time, we should have been looking for Dr. Seuss.

What does this even mean? Who put this here?

Bloody Rose must've known we'd track down the source of SpookySpaghetti.

She was counting on it.

Let's see what the hell's playing in Screening Room Three.

[tense music playing]

No, no, no, no, no. Not A.

Not Archie.

You're dead.

There was a prison riot! You're dead!

You're dead! You're dead!

[screams]

[Tabby crying]

[screams] No! No!

[sobs]

Tabby!

Oh, my God! It's Bloody Rose!

-And A. -He's alive? Wasn't he dead?

Oh, no. It can't be.

What is this?

What is this? Is this a movie? Has this already happened?

I think it's a live-stream. For SpookySpaghetti.

That number in the corner...

That's the number of people watching this live.

[Bloody Rose over video] Confess.

Confess your sins.

Tell the truth about my son. Confess your lies.

Son?

Archie or...

Mrs. Langsberry?

Who else?

Oh, my God, it's Chip's mom.

Chip's mom is Bloody Rose.

God, we were just at her house.

That means you're not Archie Waters.

You got me, Tabs.

But I had you there for a second, didn't I?

Oh, my God.

Wes...

-Piece of shit! -Where is she?

-How do we help her? -I've been to that place before.

Where they are.

It's Kelly's crazy-ass church.

Then let's fucking get there.

Confess. Tell the truth.

What truth?

That my son didn't do those things to you and that other girl.

I couldn't save my son's life. But I will redeem his legacy.

[Wes] What do you think, Tabs?

Pretty good dilemma for a horror movie's final girl.

Am I right?

You're making a horror movie?

Yep. Live-streaming it, actually.

And in this scene, you tell the villains what they wanna hear.

Even if it betrays what you know is in your heart of hearts.

And your ordeal ends.

You walk away from this.

Or, stand your ground and everything gets way worse for you.

[screaming]

What the shit is this?

Blood for Bloody Rose.

Blood for her children!

[screaming]

I know that guy. He came into the pawn shop.

This is the Reckoning. It's happening.

Who are they?

[Mouse] They gotta be from SpookySpaghetti.

Just like the Slender Man had proxies to do his bidding,

they must be Bloody Rose's proxies.

[girls screaming]

Where can we go?

Back to the screening room. No windows. We can lock ourselves in.

[exhales]

I have something to say...

to all of you watching.

I confess... that Chip Langsberry...

-raped me. -Liar!

And he raped Imogen Adams,

-who had his baby. -Whore!

We are survivors of more than the Millwood Massacre.

We are survivors of Chip Langsberry!

Liar! Whore!

And he...

he got what he deserved.

-Whore of Babylon! -[Wes] Not yet!

We gave her the choice and as expected...

she didn't take the easy way out.

So, the harrowing of Tabitha Haworthe continues.

And at the end of it, as promised...

she dies.

Are those proxies actually here to kill us?

Or maybe they're trying to stop us from getting to Tabby.

Which, how do we get to Tabby?

That exit door down front leads to the alley.

Go. Go, get Tabby, I'll hold the line here. Go!

Why are you doing this, Wes?

Mrs. Langsberry was Chip's mother. But, why you?

Why all this?

After Chip was slaughtered,

I emptied out his locker at work.

Took his stuff over to Mrs. Langsberry.

She was broken.

Devastated.

She needed someone to fill the void that you and Imogen had created.

But then, as time passed, I opened up to her, too.

You know, Chip and I... we talked about making a movie once.

Hey.

You know what would be the ultimate horror movie?

What, Wes? What are you thinking?

You kill someone for real.

In real time, with people watching, as you film it.

[chuckles nervously] You're joking, right?

[fake laughter] Yeah, of course.

It took a while for the stars to align.

But then I needed to lay a lot of groundwork.

Build SpookySpaghetti. Use it to recruit a cast.

A crew.

Figure out what to tell them exactly.

Although in most of my proxies,

they were already lost souls.

Members of Pastor Malachai's church cult.

Was there seriously no other way for you to make a movie?

It's like I told you, Tabs.

It's hard for young white guys trying to break in right now.

The doors just don't fly open like they used to,

'cause they're too busy opening up for people like you.

Okay. Faran, how far away is the church from here?

-Can we hoof it? -No way. It's too far.

Plus we need to get there fast.

In that case, fuck it.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

God... Okay.

This one's open. Get in.

Is it really a good idea to be stealing a car right now?

It's an emergency, people.

And do you actually know how to hotwire a car?

No. No, I don't. But I know somebody who does. Okay.

[phone ringing]

Noa? Where the hell are you?

Okay, Jen, I'll explain later.

But I need you to walk me through how to hotwire a car.

It would be an honor.

Okay.

First, you need to find the panel that's under this steering wheel.

You're such an idiot, Wes.

You actually think you're gonna get away with murdering me,

while live-streaming it to witnesses?

Get away with it?

No.

I want people to know what I did.

How I planned and executed the ultimate horror movie.

My magnum opus.

The type of movie not even Ari Aster could pull off.

You've killed people! You tried to kill my friends!

A horror movie can't just be one big final chase.

You can't have a final girl without victims and potential victims.

Tabby, you know that.

It goes without saying, but you're insane.

You're both insane.

Guys, how close are you to getting this car started?

Are enough of the wires exposed?

I don't know. I think so.

Noa, you got this.

You just need to cross them and get one good spark.

There!

I see her!

Must start car. Must start car now!

[screams] We're gonna die!

[engine revs]

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

[all shouting indistinctly]

So, when you quit the Orpheum to move,

-that was... -A classic misdirect.

Plus, I needed time to get ready.

Oh! Hey, how did Imogen like seeing Mrs. Langsberry

in that mask of her mother?

And then planting the mask in your boyfriend's basement,

just as you were falling for him. Chef's Kiss.

Shut up.

Just stop talking, Wes.

You're a hack.

I know it. Everyone knows it.

And when you get arrested for all of this,

no one will be talking about how you're a great filmmaker.

Just some other small, pathetic, loser monster

with a grudge against the world who wants to feel like a big man.

Uh, shouldn't you be thanking me, Tabs?

I'm giving you exactly what you've always wanted.

For your story not to be erased,

but to be talked about.

Nay, celebrated, for years to come.

Think about it.

You're Jamie Lee in Halloween.

Sally in Texas Chainsaw.

Hell, Florence Pugh in Midsommar.

This is huge history-making stuff.

You, Tabitha Haworthe...

are at the center of a real-life modern horror flick

as a Black final girl.

So, without me,

your movie is nothing.

It's just another one of your unfinished pieces of garbage.

[scoffs]

Well, guess what, Wes.

I'm not giving you what you want.

No more screams or tears.

No more fear.

I'm not giving you your big, amazing final girl performance

for your for fucked-up shitty joke of a movie.

Sure you are.

You just need the right motivation.

Take a look.

[creepy music playing]

Mom...

Mom...

Now listen to me very carefully.

There are seven of my SpookySpaghetti proxies

stationed right outside your house.

One text from me...

and they'll start to break in.

You piece of shit.

Uh-oh.

I know this look. [laughs]

This is the part where the final girl plots her escape.

But all the exits are covered.

There's nowhere to go, Tabby.

There's nothing to do, but...

[screams]

[exclaims in pain]

Hot damn! I was hoping she'd do that.

Get her. And don't stop filming.

[breathing heavily]

We'll be back for the post-credit tag, Mrs. Langsberry.

With the sacrifice. I promise.

[panting]

[proxy 1] Here, Chickie, Chickie, Chickie!

Where the fuck is she?

[Tabby] Right behind you, asshole!

-[thuds] -[grunts]

One down.

[proxy 2] James? Dave?

Do we have eyes on her?

Do we have eyes on this crazy bitch?

Hello? Guys, talk to me. If you want to stay in touch with...

[grunts]

That's two.

[thuds]

[both grunting]

[exclaims]

That's my final girl.

Wait, wait, wait. This is basically Jason's cabin.

Oh, think. Would a real final girl walk into a death trap?

Perfect.

I'm confused.

Where did everybody go?

-[gasps] -[grunts]

[breathing heavily] Thank you.

One for all and all for one.

Damn, Bryant. Bad-ass self-defense moves.

Oh, my God. That footage.

I think that's Bloody Rose's cabin.

Tabby could be in there.

[Wes] Come on.

We know how this ends.

It's pre-ordained.

The Reckoning...

Great title, by the way.

...demands a blood sacrifice, Tabs.

[Tabby] Turn around, dumbass.

Just because you're a horror cliche

doesn't mean that I'm one.

Only a novice final girl

would walk into the crazy killer's shack.

-By the way, did you find this place or... -Built it.

With my crew.

I gotta say, I'm really appreciating

your set dec skills right about now.

Especially this pitchfork.

What are you gonna do?

Kill me with it?

[laughs]

Nah.

You don't have it in you...

[screaming]

-[muffled gasping] -[muffled] Tabby...

Tabby...

[in normal voice] Tabby, are you okay?

No, she's... she's in shock.

What happened? The live feed cut out.

[Imogen] Tabby?

Hey, hey.

Is Wes...

I don't know.

He...

he's in there.

Stay here.

We'll be right back.

-[yells] -[screams]

Damn!

Nice.

Thanks.

[muffled grunting]

-Oh, my God! Dr. Sullivan! -Holy shit.

Oh, my God.

[sirens wailing]

[tires screech]

Time's up.

Pencils down, please.

How did your makeup exams go?

I'm pretty sure I forgot the meaning of mitochondria.

But otherwise...

At least Principal Smithee gave us an extension to study.

I just hate this uneasy feeling. The limbo of it all.

I understand. The not knowing is challenging.

But, you'll get your test results imminently.

And then you'll know one way or another.

How are you otherwise?

Tabby, how's Christian doing?

Good. Thankfully,

Wes's proxies weren't able to break into the screening room

on Reckoning night,

while he was calling the police.

And, the Orpheum's officially fixed up and open for business again.

[Dr. Sullivan] That's wonderful.

And did you and Imogen finally get to have your double date?

[clicks tongue]

Well, not exactly.

After Johnny's time in the freezer,

we decided to, uh, cool it.

Well, Johnny decided to cool it.

Not that I blame him, you know, after I...

knocked him unconscious and nearly froze him to death.

Hey, we both thought we had a Billy, Stu situation on our hands.

I'm sure he'll forgive you.

[Imogen] Maybe. Eventually.

But for now, I don't mind being everyone's third wheel.

Anyway...

After Reckoning night, we had an epic two-week long cram session.

[Noa] Yep. Jen led the charge since she aced her Keystone.

[Imogen] Hopefully it's enough.

Pass or fail, junior year or sophomore year again,

you'll survive.

Wes and Mrs. Langsberry arrested,

the SpookySpaghetti website shut down...

Whoo.

...all the proxies accounted for and being charged,

-that must feel like... -Like we dodged a bullet.

Again.

The only last thing on my list for us to discuss is us.

Now that almost all of the loose ends are tied up again,

would you like to continue our sessions or suspend them?

We've talked about it, Dr. Sullivan. And...

this time, we think we're ready to move on.

Pull the plug on this final girl support group for real.

But, despite all the ups and downs,

you've been a huge help.

[Dr. Sullivan] I'm so happy to hear that.

-[phone chimes] -Perfect timing.

But if this is our last session,

allow me to make one final suggestion.

Please do something nice and special for yourselves

while you're waiting for your test results.

You certainly deserve it.

Oh, don't worry, Doc.

We are.

[all laugh]

Remember when we thought we were gonna have a hot girl summer?

Oh, turns out we had a final girl summer.

Which, of course...

And what better way to show we're bonded for life...

Than with these sick FGE tats.

It was a killer idea, Haworthe.

Mm. I mean, it made sense.

We're survivors.

Badasses, who can get through anything.

And that's what final girl energy is all about.

Yay.

[all laugh]

Momma's gonna kill me when she finds out I defiled my body.

Luckily, we agreed though, no more prayer closet, ever.

I can't believe we actually went through with it.

I feel like such a badass.

I mean, I only cried a little.

And I can't believe summer's already half over.

Uh, not quite.

But honestly, and maybe it's because of my breakup,

or the fact that multiple people spent June trying to kill us.

But I'm done with summer. I'm ready for junior year.

Assuming we even have a junior year.

Listen up, my X-Women.

No matter what happens, no matter what our Keystone exam results are...

we have each other.

["I Am" by Bebe Rexha playing in the background]

Always.

[phone ringing]

OMG.

Moment of truth time.

♪ I am a woman ♪

♪ I am a rebel ♪

Well, ladies.

Your scores came back and...

in a surprise twist...

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Why am I not Everything to you? ♪

[song ends]

I still can't believe we passed.

I can.

We're smart, powerful, resourceful.

And I can safely say at this point...

we can handle anything life throws at us.

Hmm.

Damn straight.

-[exhales] -I've been meaning to ask.

Are you and cute Christian

still gonna make your rogue Millwood Massacre movie?

I don't know.

I think I'm maybe...

done with Archie.

And Bloody Rose.

The whole Waters family.

Maybe, for my next movie, it's not about rehashing the past.

Maybe it's about... something completely new.

Ooh. A new story?

With a new slasher villain?

[Tabby] Or villains.

-Plural. -[exclaims]

[Tabby] Bigger... badder... bolder.

Love it!

[laughs]

I can't wait to see it.

God...

Can you imagine how angry Archie Waters would be

that we are finally moving on?

You mean, if he were still alive?

Mm-hmm.

[exclaims in disgust]

I don't even wanna think about it.

[both chuckle]

[publisher over phone] Anne, your book about teen trauma is a masterpiece.

An instant classic.

We're gonna rush it, so it can be our big Christmas release.

That is so gratifying to hear.

Especially given what I survived to finish it.

[publisher] The only thing left to do is,

to get your five main subjects to sign off on it.

Given the details you exposed, I'm not sure we can go unauthorized with this.

Don't you worry about that.

Having treated these girls for the better part of six months,

I can assure you, they're narcissists.

[publisher chuckles]

We'll get them to sign off.

And if they're waffling, well, money talks.

Uh, Colin, I have to call you back.

Hello?

My office hours are over, and I know you don't have an appointment.

Can I help you? I...

[suspense music playing]

They said you died.

In the prison riot.

But they don't know the truth, do they?

The bogeyman never dies.

Was it you?

[breathing heavily]

Did you kill my son?

Did you kill Sebastian?

Please, just tell me the truth.

I need to know the truth, once and for all.

Did you kill...

[stabbing]

["Dirty Black Summer" by Danzig playing]

♪ No summer In the winter time ♪

♪ Will keep you warm Like a funeral pyre ♪

♪ And nothing Like an August night ♪

♪ Drenched in your loving ♪

♪ I got a dirty black summer ♪

♪ Yeah, my dirty black summer ♪

♪ Yeah, come on, baby ♪

♪ Dirty black summer ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[song ends]