Original subtitles

- [Faith] Our top news today, the police were called

to a grisly scene after partygoers stumbled upon

what appeared to be human remains.

(birds chirping)

- [Raina Voiceover] So, there's this gorgeous-ass guy I like

who's in the same forensic science program as me.

We're both sophomores at the same university.

We drink macchiatos at the same cafe in between classes.

We live on the same block.

We work at the same restaurant,

and we both ride the same train to and from school.

I had studied his routine like a midterm exam

and mimicked my lifestyle to match his.

But unbeknownst to him, none of the things

we share in common are pure coincidence.

I enrolled myself in the same college as him,

became a regular at the cafe he frequents

and moved to the same neighborhood as him.

However, in spite of me doing all that,

my crush has yet to notice me.

Partially due to the fact that I'm ugly as fuck.

(dramatic music)

My crush's name is Sterling Robinson Junior,

and he's definitely a whole lotta man.

- There's no wrong answer.

- [Raina] Everyone calls him Roo for short.

Women can't keep their eyes off Roo.

He's a walking heartthrob.

Too bad I can't say the same about myself.

I'm the raw embodiment of unattractiveness.

As a child, I was often teased by a boy named Bryson

for looking like a pug.

As luck would have it,

he also attends the same college as me

and is best friends with Roo.

Unfortunately, he still taunts me to this day.

In addition to looking like a dog,

I'm also gangly, flat-chested and frail.

I'm talking so damn skinny,

I can see out the peephole with two eyes.

I guess I can't blame Roo for always overlooking me.

Why would I when every man in the city

failed to notice me as well?

What does his house smell like?

Mm.

I bet it smells like rosewood and cologne.

(birds chirping)

If only as it was simple as twisting it

and walking right in.

- Oh my God.

Thank you, stalker gods.

(light upbeat music)

(music fades out)

- [Raina Voiceover] So this is where he sleeps?

I wonder what he dreams about.

(Raina moaning)

Why the fuck am I doing this crazy shit?

Why on Earth am I doing this?

Because of love.

I'm doing it

because

of love.

(Raina moaning)

- Mm, Roo.

Fuck me, Roo.

Yeah, I want it.

Just like that.

Just

like

that.

(Raina moaning)

Oh, I'm about to come, Roo.

I'm about to come, baby!

(Raina moaning)

(Raina moaning)

- [Raina Voiceover] Damn, it doesn't get

any better than this.

No, scratch that.

The only thing better would be the real thing.

I saw Roo for the first time three years ago

at Cosmic Sip Cafe, a local coffee shop

not too far from where we live.

(doorknob jiggling)

(dramatic music)

- [Roo] Looking for something?

(fist thudding)

- Oh, it's been freestyle.

Freestyle.

- You already knew. We're going to the zoo.

- Yo.

- You already knew.

(soft dramatic music)

(door opening)

(door closing)

- [Roo] Hm? What was that?

(Raina crying)

- I don't wanna die.

- Do any of us want to?

- Please don't kill me.

(soft dramatic music)

- Well.

(soft dramatic music)

If you didn't wanna die, then you wouldn't have came here.

You know, I'm well within my rights to shoot an intruder.

- But I wasn't intruding.

The door was open.

- Oh, so that makes it okay for you to walk right in?

- No.

No, it didn't.

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

Please, I don't wanna die.

- Yeah, you said that already.

- Please.

(dramatic music)

I fell in love with you!

(Raina sniffing)

I fell

in love with you.

Cosmic Sip Cafe.

You go to that cafe four times a week, right?

I saw you there for the first time three years ago.

I fell for you the first time I laid eyes on you.

And from then on, I ...

I'm sorry.

I never meant to fall this hard. It just happened.

And when I noticed the door to your place

was unlocked, I thought that I ...

I thought that

being here would

somehow

make me feel closer to you.

It was stupid. It was so fucking stupid.

But I liked you too much to just walk away.

(soft music)

Are ...

Are you gonna let me go?

- Maybe, but certainly not today.

(soft music)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(glass clasping)

- [Raina] I fell

in love with you.

(door closing)

- [Roo] Did you really mean what you said?

- Y, y, yes.

- What's your name?

- R ...

Raina.

- How old are you, Raina?

- Nine

teen.

- You drink, Raina?

- No.

I ...

I, I never have.

- So you break in my house,

ramble through my shit,

but you never had a drink before?

What type of backwards-ass criminal are you?

Well,

there's a first time for everything.

(Raina gagging)

(Raina coughing)

- What?

Do

you

kill

people?

- Contrary to what you may think,

I wasn't always the guy you see before you.

Growing up, I was the epitome

of a weakling.

I was the kinda kid that wouldn't even hurt a fly.

I guess all those

years of bullying

just turned me from innocent, to insane.

As a kid, I was

chubby with a face full of acne.

And, I had these Coke bottle glasses that were so damn thick

that if I looked at a map, I would see people waving at me.

(Roo chuckling)

Because of my looks, people

constantly picked on me in school.

The endless bullying, it pushed me to join a gym,

seek help from a dermatologist and get LASIK.

80 pounds and one elective surgery later,

here's the man you see standing before you today.

(crickets chirping)

So,

to answer the question,

I kill people that I deem aren't worthy of existing.

People that intimidate and push others around.

People like that bitch you see over there.

Why should people like that freely roam the Earth

when so many good people have died?

People like my mom, for instance.

God rest her soul.

(crickets chirping)

It's just not fair!

And it's up to me to rid the world of assholes like that.

They're the bearers of all my anger

and my pent-up frustration, and every single one

of them deserve to perish.

Every one!

Now, seeing people bullied, or mistreated, it just,

it triggers something in me.

You know, something dark and perverse. Something I ...

Something I can't quite explain.

(crickets chirping)

- Do, do you enjoy

killing?

- I do.

You see, murder is ...

Murder is forever.

It's the only crime that can only be done once to a person.

They can be robbed, raped, assaulted

and lied to multiple times, but murder?

It's final.

Once you're dead,

that's it.

You know,

knowing that I have the power to easily end

a person's life is just ...

It gives me a rush.

You know, and that rush is, is greater

when that person deserves to die.

(crickets chirping)

- Are ...

Are, are you

going

to kill me?

(crickets chirping)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(siren blaring in distance)

- This time, it's a Caucasian woman, mid 20s,

late 20s, and judging from the bruises on,

well, what's left of her neck,

it's safe to assume it was

strangulation before dismemberment.

- Yeah, I picked a hell of a time to try

to quit smoking, that's for sure.

Thank God for therapy and alcohol, because I'm damn sure

gonna need a great deal of both once this

lovely little passion play is over with.

Jesus Christ, Paisley, why can't we catch this fucking guy?

- Because you're not that good, Frank.

- Very funny, Paisley.

Anyway, fuck us both and fuck the city.

Fanatic strikes again with no sign of stopping.

Yeah, I wonder what makes this asshole tick,

what motivates him to kill this way,

what this prick's thought process is like.

- Who the hell knows?

- Can you estimate the time of death?

- Based on the stiffness of the body,

I would estimate time of death at, uh, two or three hours.

- Well, one thing's for certain,

whoever the hell did this has a fair amount

of anatomical knowledge.

- You think this guy's a doctor?

- Well yeah sure, check it out.

Notice how the victim's head has been

skillfully severed from the body, almost surgical in nature.

My gut feeling tells me what we're dealing with here

is someone from the medical field.

Yeah, doctor.

Perhaps a practitioner with similar expertise.

Either way, a regular fucking artist.

- Maybe they're just really good at what they do.

- Maybe.

(horn honking in distance)

- Bro, what's the point of you coming here to study

if you're gonna be on your phone the whole time?

- I'm over here trying to look out for you.

- How the fuck are you looking out for me?

- By hooking you up with Amber.

- What (laughs)?

What?

- Don't what me.

We all know you wanna give her some (sings) throw baby.

- What the fuck you know about some throw babies?

Yo ass right in the front row of a Willie Nelson concert.

- Look, I definitely know you wanna give her some.

And plus, don't y'all work together too?

- No, bro, I don't want Amber.

- Why? Bro, you don't want nobody.

Look, I been knowing your ass a minute now,

and you never even had a girlfriend.

You know, I'm actually starting to wonder about you.

- There's nothing to worry about.

I just don't want Amber.

- Is it because every time we're in that world studies class

she makes your dick soft?

- Now why would she do that?

- Well, for starters, she's always in there

preaching about that Black Lives Matter bullshit.

- How is it bullshit?

- Look, homie, no offense, but you can't tell me

that shit aint a terrorist organization.

- Oh, a terrorist organization.

Okay, so your father works in law enforcement,

and your mom's an orthodontist.

They both make pretty good money, so I know

your pasty white ass has lived a very privileged life.

You have no right to speak on the plight

of African Americans, let alone label us a terrorist

organization simply for standing up for our rights.

It's just not right.

- Sure, whatever, man.

Let's just save the debate for class, man.

(indistinct banging)

- Look

Ima remove this from your mouth,

but you gotta promise me you won't scream.

All right?

Figured you were hungry.

- I'm famished.

(paper rattling)

- You do know that I killed that bitch last night, right?

- Yes.

- Does that frighten you?

- Y-yes.

- Do you still feel the same way about me

knowing what I did?

- Yes.

- Yo ass just as fucked up as me.

(paper rattling)

(dog barking in distance)

- So,

are you and your parents close?

- Me and Pops pretty tight.

- And your mom?

- Lost my mom to breast cancer.

Before she died, we were pretty close.

A lot closer than me and my dad.

Just crazy, she's been gone 13 years but

I still think about her every day.

- Wow,

I'm so sorry, I had no idea.

I lost my mom too.

Both my parents actually, so

I know exactly how you feel.

They died in a car accident when I was eight years old.

I went to live with my uncle after the funerals.

There's not a day that goes by

where I don't think about them too.

- Clearly, you haven't gotten a lotta love in their absence.

- As much as I hate to admit it, you're right.

I mean, what self-loving woman stalks a person

and breaks into their house just to prove her devotion?

You must think I'm crazy.

I guess I just

wanted you to notice me.

I just wanted you to know that

I existed.

We've attended the same college for two years,

worked at the same store for six months,

ride the train together every day.

Drink coffee under the same roof.

All I wanted was for you to see me, but

you never did.

You just

looked right past me,

right through me like a fucking ghost.

When I realized your door was open I

figured I could learn more about you.

It was stupid. I know that now.

But I was desperate to feel closer to you.

I'm sorry for what I did, but

if you let me go, I promise to never do it again

and I won't tell a soul about what I saw.

(door opening)

(door closing)

(ominous music)

(tape ripping)

(tape ripping)

(tape ripping)

(tape ripping)

(ominous music)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(ominous music)

(Raina shouting)

(dramatic music)

Why the fuck are you doing this?

- Shut the fuck up.

(tape stretching)

(ominous music)

(tape stretching)

(tape stretching)

(ominous music)

(doorbell ringing)

Damn.

Shut up.

(door slamming)

- Hey, hey, hey. Look what I brought (laughs).

Let's get this party started, shall we?

- Bro, what the hell are you doing here?

- What's it look like I'm doing?

I'm trying to get our dicks wet, bro.

- You got a dope pad, Roo.

Bryson said it was nice, but he really undersold you.

- I agree. You have a very lovely home.

- Ladies, make yourselves at home.

Hey, let's get some vibes going in here, huh?

All right, where's the shot glasses?

Oh let me guess, the kitchen cabinet.

- So, Roo, what's your bedroom looking like?

- Why you care?

Aint you Bryson's girl?

- Yeah, but a girl can still be curious, right?

- We've got bottles, we've got bud, and we've got bitches.

It's on and popping in here now.

- Bryson.

- I'm joking.

- You better be.

- So, y'all trying to hit some slopes?

- Where the fuck did you get that?

- If you must know, my dad picked up a new little habit

when he found that party in front

of his church a few months back.

- Naw, I'm good. Y'all go crazy with that.

- I'm not fucking with it either. I'll pass.

- No thanks.

- Fuck it. More for me.

- Good afternoon, and I'm Faith Mitchell

with the Mitchell Post News 24.

- Our top news today, the police were called

to a grisly scene after partygoers stumbled upon

what appeared to be human remains.

The remains were said to be in a state

of advanced decomposition.

- Yo, that's crazy. Another body?

I've been keeping up with this story

ever since they found that guy's remains

at my dad's church.

- This like the third one this year, right?

- Got our own little Jack the Ripper.

That guy's been on a fucking rampage.

Unpopular opinion, I'm here for it.

This town was boring as shit before all the murders.

(upbeat music)

(Raina's shouting muffled)

(Raina's shouting muffled)

(hip-hop music)

(Raina crying)

(hip-hop music)

- What makes you so sure it's a guy?

It can easily be a girl.

- That's highly unlikely.

Do you know how the amount strength it takes

to kidnap, kill and dismember a person?

Plus, most female serial killers use poison.

Everybody knows that.

- Well that criminalistics class is clearly paying off.

(knocking on wall)

- What the hell was that?

- It's nothing.

- What if it's Fanatic?

- Don't even play like that, Bryson.

- That's not even funny.

- I'm joking.

I'm joking.

Don't worry. I'll go check it out.

- No, it's good. It's just a damaged pipe, I got it.

(hip-hop music)

Yo, cut that shit out.

Look, I'll be back later and we can figure all this out,

but for now I need you to shut the fuck up.

(Raina moaning)

If I take this outta your mouth, you won't scream, right?

You promise?

- [Bryson] Hey, bro, you good?

- Yeah, bro, I'm good, I got it.

I'm on my way back up!

- [Bryson] You sure, man, because I can come down and help.

- No, no no, it's good.

It's got like mold and asbestos and shit everywhere.

- [Bryson] Really? I found us a new list.

♪ I'll tell you even more, if you wanna know the truth ♪

♪ You know you read between the lines ♪

♪ Use your brain, your eye

- Yo, bro, shit's crazy.

As a matter of fact, all y'all gotta go.

It's a health hazard even being here.

- Come on. The party's just getting started.

- I gotta study.

You gotta take the party elsewhere.

- All right then. Catch up with you later, man.

♪ Lost my mind somewhere, never mind ♪

♪ Truth to be told, we decided to lie ♪

♪ Truth hear the road, it'd be greater than the lie ♪

♪ Let my music stay alive, let my spirit never die ♪

(door closing)

(door closing)

- [Roo] Why do you keep fucking with me?

Don't you know I can easily kill you?

- I'm not fucking with you, Roo.

I peed on myself an hour ago.

I'm starting to smell.

I need a shower.

- Look, if I bring you upstairs,

I'll have to keep you tied up.

- But, how am I supposed to shower?

- I'll bathe you.

(light upbeat music)

(tape stretching)

(water running)

(light upbeat music)

- [Raina Voiceover] I can't believe

he's actually undressing me.

No man has ever seen me naked before.

After all, I'm not exactly a curvy, desirable female.

I have the body of a 12-year-old boy

and the face of a French bulldog.

Who the hell would wanna see me in the nude?

- Damn girl, you shaking like a stripper. Tighten up.

- I'm nervous.

- I don't know why.

(Roo sighing)

(water lapping)

Get in!

(water lapping)

- [Raina Voiceover] I can't believe

he's actually bathing me.

I really can't believe this is happening.

This would be a dream come true,

if not for the fact that I was stuck in a goddam nightmare.

Wow.

It's so hard and so big.

I've never sexually aroused a man before today.

I wonder what makes a man's dick get so hard and so big.

- Uh, I can suck it.

- No, thanks. We're done.

(knocking on door)

- [Paisley] Knock knock.

- Yeah, what do ya got for me?

- Pathology reports came back.

And apparently, Miss DeVoe was strangled

before dismemberment.

Called it.

You know, the thing I can't get, though,

is if he knew he was gonna chop up the bodies,

why strangle her first?

- You know, in cases like these, it's not unusual

for serial killers to find pleasure in the control

they exert through strangulation.

It's almost like they need to exert

some kinda dominance over their victims.

Now this guy, he clearly has some type of

emotionally driven rage against his victims.

- You got any news on the, uh, on the remains?

- No, at this point, no solid leads,

but there's two things that are crystal clear.

One, Fanatic derives immense satisfaction from his kills.

Oh yeah, this choirboy takes great pride in his work.

Count on that.

Two, he enjoys the thrill of remaining a mystery.

- Yeah, but he's not gonna be a mystery too much longer,

because we're gonna catch the son of a bitch,

and then we're gonna lock him up.

- Excuse me, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

- Not if those are old-fashioned doughnuts I'm smelling.

- Yeah, I stopped by the cafe on the way to the station.

Heard about the murder last night.

I just, I wanted to show my appreciation

for all the hard work you guys do.

I know times are scary and uncertain right now so ...

- That's mighty thoughtful of you, Roo.

I don't tell you this enough, but you're doing

a damn fine job as an intern here for us.

- Thank you, thank you.

- I'll take those, kid.

- [Frank] Hey, leave some for us, why don't you, huh?

- So how's the case coming along?

Have you found any new leads on the killer yet?

- Not exactly, Son, but I'm working diligently at it.

- Catch you later.

- [Roo] Get up. Time to eat.

(Raina moaning)

- Roo,

please,

let me go.

I can't take it anymore.

If you aren't gonna let me go,

just kill me.

- Stop playing. You know you don't want that.

- I wanna go home.

Please, Roo. Please.

Let me go.

- I can't do that, Raina.

You know I can't. You know too much.

- I promise not to tell.

- Your promises don't mean shit to me.

Well, this is the last meal you're gonna have today.

I'm going hunting tonight.

- Hunting?

- Someone has to rid the world of evil.

- Is that what you think you're doing?

Enacting the will of God?

What you're doing is wrong.

There's only one lawgiver and judge,

he who is able to save and to destroy,

but who are you to judge your neighbor?

- Miss me with that holier than thou bullshit.

I read the Bible. I went to church and everything.

Therefore, no one can tell me that what

I'm doing is not the right thing.

Someone has to eradicate the wicked and immoral. Why not me?

- What gives you the right to determine

who lives and who dies?

(soft piano music)

- I gave myself the right.

There's so many corrupt people out here just wasting oxygen.

Why shouldn't I wipe out a few of them?

The world will be a better fucking place.

And why do people who bully and torment others

get to walk the Earth?

- Well, maybe you should ask your BFF Bryson that,

considering how he's been bullying

and tormenting me for years.

I don't get it.

Do you just pick and choose who to exact your revenge on?

- Bryson did what?

- Nothing. Never mind.

- No, it's not nothing, never mind.

Bryson bullied you?

- Well,

yeah.

He's been bullying me since kindergarten.

But I wouldn't exactly sentence him to death because of it.

- I would.

(ominous music)

(soft piano music)

- Frank, what's up?

You got anything new on our guy?

- Anything new?

Well, after gathering up evidence and statements,

I concluded what we're dealing with here is a

mission-oriented murderer.

Someone who's generally killing for what they believe

to be some sorta moral crusade.

I've interviewed all the families of the victims and, well,

let's just say that, these victims were

for the most part less than reputable people.

Paul Larue was the first victim.

His body was found on the front steps

of the New Hope Baptist Church.

Day of his murder, seems Larue got into an argument

with a Mexican cashier at a gas station.

Told the guy to go back across the border.

- Yeah.

- Second victim, Adam Wade,

was involved in an incident at a FedEx store

just hours before his death.

Seems, uh, seems Wade assaulted an elderly gentleman

who used his cane to keep Wade out of his face.

An argument ensued when Wade accused the old man

of cutting him in line.

Anger issues much?

Wade knocks the guy to the floor.

The old man breaks his knee.

Several witnesses step forward to verify that, and, uh ...

So that's basically what's new.

Oh yeah.

To make it even more wonderful,

the old man had just had a liver transplant.

- Oh.

Wait a minute, wait.

You're saying that our suspect

was at the post office and a gas station?

- Yeah, and as luck would have it, the camera wasn't

working at the gas station on the day of the murder.

There wasn't one at all in the FedEx store

to ID the suspect.

So all I'm going on right now besides not having a pot

to piss in are testimonies.

- So this guy thinks he's some sort of vigilante.

- Yeah, indeed.

Appears to be exerting his own twisted brand of moralism,

almost like it's his personal responsibility

to kill these people.

- Do you have any idea how old he is?

- I'd say early 20s to mid-30s,

but I'm working on narrowing down that number.

- Dammit.

- And one more thing, Mr. Wonderful here

uses his wit and charm to bag his prey.

(line ringing)

- [Bryson] What's the word, bro?

- Shit, what you into now?

- [Bryson] Nothing much, just chilling.

- I just copped some weed. You trying to pull up?

- [Bryson] Shit, hell yeah. Should I call up the ladies?

- No, I aint trying to do all that tonight.

- Say less. Be there in a flash.

- All right.

(Raina's shouting muffled)

(Raina crying)

(doorbell ringing)

(door opening)

- [Bryson] You got the bud, I got the booze.

- [Roo] Indeed, indeed.

All right, I'm gonna go grab some cups. I'll be right back.

- Cool, man.

- Whoa. What the hell is you doing, bro?

- Fuck.

I, I thought that you were ...

- You thought what?

- You never entertain any of the girls at school.

And every time I try to hook you up with a bitch,

you act like you're not interested.

I guess I thought you were ...

- Gay?

- Well,

yeah.

- And if I was?

- I could be discreet. Hell, Discreet's my middle name.

All this time we been friends,

I always just thought you were this monotonous-ass

pretty boy, but it turns out there's more

to you than what meets the eye.

- Would Cassie agree?

- Fuck Cassie.

(soft suspenseful music)

What the fuck are you doing?

- Making sure you don't see your 21st birthday.

- What the fuck? Why are you doing this shit?

Because I'm gay?

Did Cassie put you up to this shit?

- You could fuck dogs for all I care!

The reason I want yo ass dead

goes far beyond any sexual preference.

- What the fuck did I ever do to you?

I thought we were boys.

- It's not about what you did to me.

(knife stabbing)

(soft dramatic music)

(body sliding)

(soft dramatic music)

You wanted this shit. You axed for it, and you got it.

- [Raina] No, I didn't want this.

I didn't want this at all, Roo.

- No, I did this for you.

Now he can't hurt you anymore.

- You're the only one that's hurting me, Roo.

- I had a feeling you'd say that.

You know what?

I just realized something today.

I think I have

feelings

for you.

- [Raina Voiceover] Did I hear what I think I just heard?

Roo has feelings for me?

Since when?

Is he serious?

Or is he just fucking with me?

- [Roo] I'm not gonna hold you hostage anymore.

(soft music)

You can leave.

- [Raina Voiceover] Why is Roo all of a sudden

letting me go?

Is it really because he has feelings for me?

Or is this some kind of trick?

- [Roo] I'm sure you probably hate me by now, but

if you meant those things you said earlier,

and I have a pretty strong feeling you did,

I'll be seeing you again soon.

- [Raina Voiceover] So that's it? He's really letting me go?

This isn't some joke?

I can really walk out of here?

(footsteps padding)

(rain pelting)

- That's my son!

That's my little boy.

Bryson.

(rain pelting)

- I'm gonna get that son of a bitch,

if it's the last thing I do.

(rain pelting)

(police radio chattering)

(engine puttering)

(Raina exhaling)

(traffic passing in distance)

- [Roo] I think I have feelings for you.

- I got feelings for you too, baby.

- There you are! Bitch, where the hell have you been?

And what the fuck you in here doing, playing with yourself?

- No.

And, I spent a few days at my uncle's place.

- Well, while you were away hiding at your uncle's place,

I been busy trying to scrape up your portion of the rent.

That shit was due two days ago.

- Shit, I forgot to pick up my check!

- Why haven't you answered my calls?

Every time I call you, it's going straight to voicemail.

- I turned it off for a few days.

I just needed a mental break.

I've been distracted lately.

- By who?

- Sterling Robinson.

- Roo?

- The one and only.

- Join the fucking club.

I'm sure that nigga's got a lotta hoes.

Shit, I'm trying to be one of them.

And, I thought you said you was at your uncle's house.

How exactly does fine-ass Roo come into play?

- Never mind.

- Well, unless Roo has $600, I suggest you pick up

your check, because I'm not paying your portion

of the rent again.

- I don't think my check is going to be

enough to cover the rent.

- And I don't think I care.

Oh, and by the way,

I borrowed your pink crop top last night.

- That's my favorite shirt!

- I don't know why. You hardly ever wear it anyway.

And it's not like you've got the breasts to fill it out.

You're in the A cup crowd.

You should really think about getting breast implants.

Do something to turn those little pennies into quarters.

- [Raina Voiceover] So what if my chest still looks the same

as it did when I was six years old?

It's still my favorite shirt.

What I wouldn't give to find her severed head

in a field somewhere.

(leaves rustling)

(birds chirping)

In spite of him knocking me out, kidnapping

and holding me hostage, I still love me some Roo.

If anything, my love has only intensified after spending

the last several days in his basement.

I have to be crazier than him to even have feelings

for his ass still after everything I've gone through.

Lord, what is wrong with me?

(birds chirping)

(doorbell ringing)

- What you doing here?

- I ...

Uh ...

I came to check up on you.

- What's there to check on?

- You weren't at work today.

- Called off.

- I

stopped by the school and

you weren't there either.

- I had shit to take care of.

Anything else?

- Can

I

come in?

(traffic passing in distance)

(door closing)

- I'm gonna ask you one more time.

What you doing here, Raina?

Well?

- Do

you

really

have

feelings for me?

- [Raina Voiceover] What is he doing to me?

- Does that answer your question?

- [Raina Voiceover] Whatever it is,

he knows exactly what he's doing.

- Yes, it certainly does.

- Where you going all dressed down?

And I say dressed down because you damn sure

aint dressed up (laughs).

- I'm going on a coffee date with Roo,

and nothing you say can ruin my day today.

- I'm supposed to believe you're going on a date

with Mr. Popularity himself?

- Believe whatever you want. I don't care.

- Well then, I choose not to believe it.

- Fine.

Whatever.

- I'm surprised you going anywhere

with those crusty-ass dad feet (laughs).

Yo ass done walked through the gates of hell, huh?

And you couldn't at least polish your chipped-ass toenails?

Look like you went heels on concrete, girl.

- You have a degree in petty.

- And a master's, to be exact (laughs).

(traffic passing)

- Is he blind, or what?

- That bitch look like somebody drew on my left hand.

What the fuck does he even see in her?

- Man, that bitch uglier than a gremlin.

- She is.

Joanne the scammer look better than her, honey baby.

- I think I mighta just found my next four victims.

- Oh, I almost forget this.

- What's this?

- Enough to cover your rent.

I heard Denny let you go

because you missed a couple of days.

I'm sorry about that.

I figured this could help, though.

- Thanks, Roo.

This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.

- I look forward to doing more nice things for you.

- So, how are you able to afford living on your own?

Being in college and all?

- My family owns multiple funeral homes

throughout the state.

It's actually like our family business

and how we've obtained our wealth.

Long story short, my dad got me the house

as a graduation gift.

Pretty much gets me whatever I want.

- What made you major in forensic science?

Why not follow in your father's footsteps?

(traffic passing)

- I just wanted to do something different,

but along similar lines.

What made you decide to major in forensic science?

- I think you know the answer to that.

Why not go to college outta town or outta state?

- I just, I wanted to stay close to my dad

because I knew he'd need help with the funeral homes.

- That's never freaked you out,

your father working in funeral homes?

- Considering what I do, why would it?

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

- Hey, sorry to bother you.

I'm going to grab some lunch with the guys.

Just wanted to know if you need anything.

- What happened to your hand?

- Oh that, it's a skin condition that I have.

It causes intense itchiness.

- Oh really? Just on your hand, huh?

- Yeah, just on my hand.

- Well as long as it don't spread to your dick

you should be all right, uh?

(Roo laughing)

- Yeah, come to think of it, I could use a bite to eat.

- What would you like?

- Just get me a beef sandwich.

None of that fancy pancy beef ball bullshit.

- Okay, got ya. I'll be right back.

- Detective Richardson? Detective Richardson?

I'm Faith Mitchell with Metro Pulse News 24.

Is it all right if I ax you a few questions

regarding the recent string of murders?

- So you people are popping up at police stations now?

- Detective Richardson, there are lots of rumors

floating around about the recent murders,

and it's important to set the record straight.

You don't want people creating their own narratives.

That's where media outlets come into play.

It's important to control the message to the masses.

People are scared, and they want answers.

- What, you don't think I know that?

You don't think I want answers too?

Look, I've been working day in and day out,

trying to solve this case as quickly

and efficiently as possible.

All right? Good night.

- What are you doing to compile a list of suspects?

- What am I doing?

Well, recently, I've been looking into past offenders

in and around surrounding areas.

We have a few, nothing concrete really.

- What's it like hunting one of the most prolific

serial killers the state's ever seen?

- What's it like?

It's a fucking picnic. What do you think it's like?

It's exhausting as hell.

It's wearing me out, and so are you.

But me and my team are working relentlessly

to put an end to this fucking nightmare.

It's just, it's been tough.

You know, we've never dealt

with an individual like this before.

- And what kind of individual are we dealing with?

- We're dealing with a mission-oriented murderer,

someone who more than likely has felt weak and powerless

most of their life and someone who I strongly feel

was bullied throughout their upbringing.

And that bullying has without a doubt

factored in his desire to murder.

There, there's your trigger right there.

This person has a yearning to satisfy some deep

and dark urge due to childhood trauma.

Now that he's older and stronger

he feels that violence is righteous punishment.

His confused emotions and twisted frustrations

have led him to be consumed by ravenous anger

and therefore he's taken it upon himself

to erase a certain kind of evil from the world.

- What do you mean by evil?

- Well, it seems like the murderer feels compelled to kill

a certain type of person,

someone who he deems worthy of death.

- And what kind of person is that?

- The singular focus appears to be on mean people,

individuals who are hostile, bad tempered,

rude and rapacious in nature.

- Like a vigilante?

- Yeah, exactly, but he's not a vigilante, see.

Just someone who's been bullied and victimized,

a person with very immature views on morals and ethics,

who feels empowered by killing these types of people,

carrying out what he seems to think

are the wishes of the city.

- You say that the killer has a immature view

on morals and ethics.

How old do you think this person is?

- Well, if I had to guess, I'd say early to late 20s.

- Why so young?

- Why so young?

Because of his delinquent, juvenile ways

of thinking, that's why.

This kid has no grasp of the pain and heartache

he's bringing on not only this community

but the families of the victims.

Let me tell you something, once he's captured,

and he will be captured, he'll more than likely

serve life in prison to demonstrate

the severity of his crimes.

Yeah, and there he'll have plenty of time to think

and reflect on the choices he's made.

- Is it true that the latest victim is the son

of the CSI agent working on this case?

Was that the reason he was murdered?

- That's all the questions I'm answering, Miss Mitchell.

Good night.

- But I have one more question.

- Yeah, I'm sure you do. What's that?

- Can I buy you a drink, for your time?

(traffic passing)

- [Faith] So, why do you think he does it?

- [Frank] What?

- [Faith] The killer, why do you think

he murders the way that he does?

Why not just shoot them or stab them and let that be that?

Why go to such great lengths to chop up a corpse?

- [Frank] Hell, I don't know.

Because he's a sadistic psychopath who gets off

on his victims' pain.

It goes way beyond just murdering them.

He wants to send a message.

- [Faith] What message is that?

Everyone should be nice?

- [Frank] Something like that.

- [Faith] I just think the mind of a serial killer

is quite fascinating.

Fanatic murders people he deems unsavory.

He's quite poetic when you think about it.

- [Frank] Yeah, well, serial killers often desire

power and control.

Most of the time, it doesn't have jack shit

to do with motives.

- [Faith] Well, that's something we have in common.

Because I too desire power

and control.

(traffic passing)

- That was hysterical how he did that.

Yeah, when that guy looked at Celia.

Roo, Raina. Fancy seeing you guys here.

- Detective Richardson, hi.

- I didn't know you two were friends.

- We're more than just friends, Frank.

- And how do you all know each other?

- Oh, I'm sorry, Faith, excuse my manners.

This is Roo. He's a intern down at the precinct.

And this lovely young lady here is my niece, Raina.

- Your niece?

- He's not my biological uncle.

- Clearly.

- He and my father grew up in the same foster home as kids.

When my parents died, Frank adopted me.

- And raised you as if you were my own.

- Well it was nice to meet the two of you.

- Likewise.

- I'll leave you kids to it then.

- Detective Richardson.

- Bye, Frank.

(Roo sighing)

(door closing)

- [Roo] When were you gonna tell me that your uncle

was senior investigating officer for the police department?

- [Raina] Look, it's no secret that I can't stand my uncle.

Yeah, I'm grateful for him taking me in and caring for me,

but he just doesn't get me.

He definitely won't understand our relationship.

He, like everyone else, probably thinks

I'm not good enough for you.

- All that matters is what you think.

- [Raina Voiceover] What did I do to deserve

a man so perfect?

- [Roo] You know you look beautiful today, right?

(lips smacking)

How did I get so lucky?

- Stop, Roo.

- No, you got a smile that could light up

the whole psych ward.

(Raina laughing)

- You're making me blush.

- I'll make you do more than that.

- [Raina Voiceover] Roo can have any girl he wants. Why me?

Is it because I know his innermost dark secrets?

Oh my God. Is this really happening?

Am I dreaming, or is this actually taking place?

(soft upbeat music)

- [Roo] Do you love me?

- Yes.

(soft upbeat music)

- If they ever find out I'm Fanatic,

I'm going out guns blazing.

And if I die, I want you to kill yourself too.

Would you do that for me?

- Without a second thought.

- This fucker has a choke hold on our city.

Cocksucker thinks he's bulletproof because he's

got away with so many murders.

We're gonna let him know he's not invincible.

- Just tell us what we need to do

to bring that son of a bitch down.

- Roo, what are you doing here?

- He killed my son, Frank. He killed my boy.

Don't you even give a shit?

Or are you too busy just fucking

that reporter bitch to care?

- What the fuck?

- That's right, Frank. I killed his son.

Aren't you gonna stop me?

- Don't worry.

I'll make sure my dad gives you a service fit for a hero.

(Frank gasping)

- Shit, it's him.

The scratch marks on his hand,

the fact that the killer's in his 20s.

Father being a funeral director,

which explains his anatomical knowledge.

The fact that he works directly under me.

Fuck.

It's Roo.

(phone dinging)

(phone pinging)

- Hey, Cassie, is the bathroom free?

(phone dinging)

Cassie?

(traffic passing)

- Thanks for agreeing to meet me, Raina.

- No problem, but what's the occasion?

- I wanna ask you some questions.

- About?

- Sterling Robinson.

- What do you wanna know about Roo?

- Is he the reason you decided to major in forensic science?

- What are you getting at?

- Oh come on, Raina, we're family.

All those restraining orders that were put

on you over the years.

I know you, and I know your track record with men.

- Just because you adopted me doesn't make us family.

And Roo isn't like all those other men.

He actually loves me.

- Oh he does, does he?

- What's this really about?

No wait, let me guess.

You don't think he's good enough for me, do you?

You never thought anyone was good enough for me.

Well guess what.

That bitch I saw you with is too good for you!

You're old white ass smell like mothballs

and mayonnaise half the time.

I'm sure she could get any guy she wants,

but instead she chose the divorcee

who's old enough to be her dad!

She's probably just using you for a come-up.

You're no more than just a sugar daddy to her.

How does that make you feel,

given your track record with women?

- Have you stopped seeing your psychiatrist?

Are you still taking the meds they prescribed you?

- I don't need a psychiatrist or pills.

Roo is all the therapy and medicine I need.

(rag scratching)

(phone buzzing)

- Hey, what's up, babe?

- [Raina] I just left from seeing my uncle. He knows.

- How the fuck does he know?

- [Raina] I don't know, but I didn't say anything. I swear.

- I believe you.

Thanks for putting me up on notice.

- [Raina] Anything for you.

- All right, I'll hit you later.

- [Raina] Roo!

- Yeah, babe?

- [Raina] Be careful.

- Always.

(Roo sighing)

(rag scratching)

(traffic passing)

- Good morning, Miss. I'm Detective Frank Richardson.

- Oh, how may I help you?

- I've been told you replaced Danny Reed as shift manager.

I'd like to ask you some questions, if you wouldn't mind.

- Sure. Is this about Danny's murder?

- It is.

- Okay, I don't mind answering any questions if it'll help.

- Thanks, I promise to not take up too much of your time.

As you already know, Danny was killed recently.

I was wondering if by chance you might happen to have

a list of former and current employees

you might be able to give me.

- Okay, how former?

Like, over the last six months or the past year?

- Well, let's say for starters you print me a spreadsheet

of former and current employees

from the past month just for starters?

- Okay, just give me one moment, okay?

(patrons chattering)

It's not that many, but here's a list

of current and former employees.

- You're a lifesaver.

So, Roo was a former employee here, huh?

- Yeah, but he left about a week ago.

- You don't say? Why was he let go?

- No, he actually quit a day before Danny's death.

- Hm, interesting.

Let me ask you, Miss, in your professional opinion,

what kinda person would you say Roo was?

- He was our star employee. Seriously top-notch.

We go to the same college, and he's always super nice,

respectful and never late.

We actually never had any issues with him.

I was actually sad when he handed in his resignation.

It's hard finding employees like him, you know.

Why'd you ax. Is Roo a suspect or something?

- This'll do. You've been most helpful.

Thanks for everything.

I'll let you know if I need anything else.

(crickets chirping)

(phone vibrating)

- Richardson.

Shit.

I'll be right there.

(phone clacking)

(keys clicking)

(phone pinging)

(phone pinging)

(keys clicking)

(phone pinging)

(phone pinging)

(phone pinging)

(phone ringing)

- [Raina] What do you want, Frank, to interrogate me again?

- [Frank] Raina, I don't know how to say this.

- [Raina] Say what?

- [Frank] Is there any way you can come down to the station?

I need to ask you a couple questions.

- [Raina] Why, what for? What do you have to ax me?

- [Frank] I don't wanna say what I have

to tell you over the phone.

- [Raina] Just say it!

- [Frank] It's Cassie. She's dead, Raina.

I need you to come down to the station so we can talk.

(soft dramatic music)

- [Raina] I ...

What?

I'm confused.

She's dead?

How? She was just here.

- [Frank] I don't know, Raina,

but the games end here, all right?

Come down to the station, or I'll be forced to arrest you.

I don't wanna have to do that.

But at the end of the day, I have a job to do,

regardless of you being my niece.

- [Raina] This shit is not happening!

Why would Roo kill her? I didn't want this.

(knocking on door)

(crickets chirping)

- How could you?

Why, Roo, why?

Cassie was a bitch, but I didn't want you

to go and kill her!

- I swear to God, I don't know what you're talking about.

On my mother's grave, I aint kill Cassie.

- Bullshit!

Frank just called me and said he's dead.

He wants me to go down to the station and answer questions.

How could you do this?

Cassie might have been evil,

but she was the closest thing I had to a friend.

Now my uncle's gonna think I had something

to do with her murder.

He already knows you're Fanatic!

- Keep your fucking voice down.

What the fuck you trying to do?

I just told you I didn't kill Cassie.

- I don't believe you.

- I don't give a fuck if you believe me. That's the truth.

Fuck I gotta lie for?

- I'm done with you, Roo.

- What you mean you're done with me?

- You know what I mean.

I'm done.

This thing between us, it's over.

- So you gonna believe him over me?

♪ They say life is what you make it ♪

- Since you're so fond of criminals,

I guess I'll treat you like one.

Sit!

- You haven't even read me my rights!

You can't arrest me without evidence of my guilt.

- Cut the shit already, Raina, why don't you, huh?

Your little boyfriend's days are seriously numbered.

I know he's the one that's been killing all these people.

Come clean, why don't ya?

If you do, I might even be able to get you immunity.

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

- Oh yeah, well, let me help you understand.

Listen very carefully. This is not a game.

You can be charged with aiding and abetting

a fugitive, you know.

He's not worth throwing your entire life away for,

sweetheart, there's other guys out there.

- [Raina Voiceover] There's only one

Sterling Robinson, though.

- [Frank] Your parents, they'd be so disappointed

if they could see you now.

- Be fucking for real, Frank.

Use my parents to make me to confess to something

that I'm not even guilty of!

- You're making a big mistake protecting him, Raina!

- Do I or do I not have a right to leave?

(indistinct banging)

(soft dramatic music)

(Frank groaning)

Hm. Who's next?

(birds singing)

(knocking on door)

- Who's there?

Roo?

What are you doing here? How did you get in my place?

- I let myself in.

- You couldn't have just called?

- I did. You kept sending me to voicemail.

- You scared me.

You can't just break into someone's house.

- You do realize you're talking to a serial killer, right?

- What do you want, Roo?

- That's simple.

You.

- Boy, I'm still mad at your ass.

You killed my roommate.

- Baby, you gotta believe me. I did not kill Cassie.

It wasn't me.

- Really? It wasn't you?

Who the fuck else is going around town chopping up bodies?

- Shit, that's what I wanna know.

Baby, I'm telling you the truth. I would never lie to you.

You know everything there is to know about me.

You know it all.

You say you love me, right?

Well, trust is the first step to love.

Just trust me. That's all I'm asking.

I did not kill Cassie. You gotta believe me, baby.

(birds singing)

- Okay, I believe you.

(lips smacking)

- You miss me?

- Yeah.

- I can't tell.

(birds singing)

- I ...

I told you I was mad at you.

- And I told you to start trusting me.

You gonna start trusting me?

Don't just nod your head. Answer me.

- Yes. I, I will.

I'll start trusting you from here on out.

- I want you to trust me more than you trust

your bitch-ass uncle.

- I, I do.

- Yeah, you fucking better.

Otherwise, I'm gonna kill yo ass next.

(Raina moaning)

(Raina exhaling)

- Would you really kill me?

- Of course not, baby.

I love you, Raina.

Don't go missing on me again, all right?

- I love you too, Roo.

And I promise I won't. I would literally kill for you.

(engine roaring)

(phone buzzing)

- Hey, love, how's it going?

- [Faith] Taco Tuesday.

Let's meet for dinner and drinks.

- I don't have much of an appetite.

However, I could use a drink.

- [Faith] What's wrong, Frank?

You sound sadder than a man who just lost his life savings.

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- [Faith] Fair enough.

We'll talk about it over tacos and tequilas.

- Sounds good.

(traffic passing)

- I knew that tequila'd make you feel better.

Can I get you anything? Water, wine?

- Probably shouldn't after all those shots,

but you only live once, right?

Get me a glass of wine.

- Coming right up.

- Mind if I don't smoke?

- So, are there any leads to the Fanatic case?

- Hey, Faith, I got this great idea.

Let's talk about something else, all right?

- I just think he's such a fascinating character.

Like, oh my God.

I can't wait till they capture him.

I just wanna know how his mind works.

You know?

- Faith, fuck sakes, I'm exhausted from working this case.

I just need time to unwind, all right.

You're like a 24-seven news reporter with tits.

- I'm sorry, sweetie. It's just the news reporter in me.

Gotta get to the bottom of things.

I promise I won't ax any more questions tonight.

- I'd appreciate that.

- Can I put on any music?

- Sure, why not?

- Any preferences?

- Surprise me. Everyone else does.

(classical music)

Are you kidding me? Cassie?

Dear God.

(classical music)

- See, that's the problem with you detectives.

You just can't mind your fucking business!

- Drop the weapon!

(Faith screaming)

(gun firing twice)

(body thudding)

(classical music)

(music stops)

(doorbell ringing)

(traffic passing in distance)

(metal clanging)

(doorbell ringing)

(knocking on door)

- Roo?

Roo, are you here?

Detective Richardson.

I brought old-fashioned doughnuts.

Not really, but I think I owe you that much.

There's an apology in order on my end.

Roo?

Roo, are you home?

Roo?

(door opening)

(steps squeaking)

Roo? Down here?

Sweet baby Jesus. He really is Fanatic.

- [Roo] You're damn right I'm Fanatic.

But, you've known it all along, right?

- You set this whole thing up, didn't ya?

You wanted me to come down here.

- Of course I did.

I knew eventually you'd come sniffing around.

You're a detective. It's in your nature.

But, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too.

And I got your niece.

- Why?

Why did you want me to find out the truth?

You were almost off the hook.

I came here to apologize for suspecting you.

My gosh, Son, I just killed some bitch for your crimes.

Was she really innocent, or is there

something else I need to know that no one's telling me?

- Believe me, that bitch was not innocent.

She's what you would call a, a copycat killer.

But there's nothing like the original.

- Why did you want me to know that you're Fanatic?

You coulda gotten away scot free if you wanted to.

- Because I wanted you to know

before you took your last breath, of course,

that all your hard work wasn't in vain.

- My last breath, huh?

You know, I think you got that backwards.

Come to think of it, I think I picked the perfect time

to start smoking again.

You know,

I really can't remember the last time

I got a good night's sleep, so

why don't you take a nice long nap for me,

you sick, twisted, degenerate fuck?

(gun firing)

(patrons chattering)

- Those, need those.

Little man been craving those croissants, I see.

- There's no guarantee it's gonna be a boy.

- I have a feeling it's gonna be a boy.

- If it is a boy ...

- Mm-hm.

- What are we gonna name him?

- Oh, that's easy.

Sterling Robinson the Third.

- Boy, I might not want my son name to be Sterling.

- What? Sterling is a strong name.

- No (laughs).

- What else would you name him?

- I was thinking Marquise.

- Shouldn't you all have a mask on in here?

Have y'all not heard about this thing

called COVID-19 going around?

Or am I the only one watching the news lately?

Oh, and I know y'all outta pocket.

Put your mask on and stop spreading yo nasty germs.

People are out here dying!

- Ma'am, you don't have to be rude.

We're in a cafe, and you're spraying Lysol.

You're the only one that's outta pocket.

- Oh girl, bye.

You of all people need a mask on with yo ugly ass.

(can spraying)

(woman groaning)

- [Raina Voiceover] Some things never change.

(haunting music)

♪ Midnight, midnight, midnight

♪ Look, I'm in the middle with the end with my introductions ♪

♪ And she complained, Detective, that I may end up cuffing ♪

♪ She and he, I want for nothing ♪

(indistinct singing)

♪ She don't wanna leave now, she want me to stay ♪

♪ And I wanna be more, she wanna stay friends ♪

♪ Midnight

♪ You only hear my line at midnight ♪

♪ Look, see, I know what you want ♪

♪ We both want the same thing

♪ Don't judge a book by its cover ♪

♪ Because we on the same page

♪ The night's still young, the fun won't age ♪

♪ We married to this conversation, both engaged ♪

♪ Don't know how I feel about you on the first date ♪

♪ She think she hurt my feelings ♪

♪ Someone got the first aid

♪ Before I break her heart I'd rather make the Earth quake ♪

♪ She sweeter than some ice cream on a Sunday ♪

♪ Okay

♪ Yeah

♪ Midnight

♪ You always hear my line at midnight ♪

♪ Look, we talking from midnight to midday ♪

♪ You know I'm over anyway

♪ Midnight

♪ You always hit my line at midnight ♪

♪ If you ever need space I'll write your name on the money ♪

♪ I'm a musician but your voice, it makes a beautiful tone ♪

♪ Just to sum it up I wanna give you all of me ♪

♪ I want your quality, yeah