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Please...

I'm back, Ava.

Did you miss me?

Police don't know much

about the 27-year-old journalist
whose life was cut short.

But one thing's clear.

The Westside Ripper is back.

So the women
this side of La Brea, stay safe.

Ava, are you trying
to burn the place down?

Now, to Jennifer,
with the weather.

Morning! Uh, hey.

Where were you last night?

Asleep on your couch.

Yeah, we drank too much.
We crashed. Remember?

So you're telling me
that you didn't stab
a young brunette

around 2:00 a.m. in Palms?

Ava, what are you talking about?

Well, the news is saying
the Westside Ripper
has returned.

And I think,
if I remember right, Matt,
the Westside Ripper is you.

- Hold on.
- What's up?

Matt's killing people.
Matt killed someone.

I have no idea
what she's talking about.

Well, honestly,
the victim fits his MO, okay?

Pretty brunette,
stabbed to death, Palms.

Matt did not do this.

Right, honey?

Someone's trying
to taint my legacy,

and I can't say anything
about it. I mean...

what did I ever do
to make someone do
something like this to me?

- Hey. Come here.
- To him?

- We need to do some of
Gustaf's visualizations.
- Okay. Yes.

You know, it really sucks
how little you think
of my judgment.

It's not that I--

You guys, let's talk about--

So, why did we drive 30 minutes
to come to a park?

Mmm. I may or may not
have some beef

with the park moms
near our house.

- You what?
- Don't worry about it.
I'm taking care of it.

Seriously,
I have never been happier
to be over 30 and blonde.

- Oh, my God. You hearing this?
- Men don't know
it's not natural.

If I was five years younger,
I would definitely be on
the Westside Ripper's kill list.

- You totally would.
- Thank you.

David wants to increase security
at our house just to be safe.

We did that last year,
and all we saw was our nanny
stealing my La Mer.

I cannot believe
we deactivated our Ring cam.

I had to.
You became obsessed watching it.

You'd stay up all night
trying to crack
neighborhood lawn crimes.

I had to cut you off.

Well, I have to cut you off.
Sex is off the table.

Okay, maybe I lied,

and I never deactivated it.

Oh! Well, uh, maybe sex
is back on the table.

Well?

- This is, uh...
- What?

- ...interesting.
- What's your face?
Give it to me. Give it to me.

Oh, my God!
He snuck out last night!
I fucking told you!

- Maybe he left something
in the car.
- I'm gonna get this guy.

Oh, he left something
in the car? Like a dead body?

I bet he left something
in the car.

I'm gonna fucking get
this son of a bitch.
Unbelievable!

Shh! Quiet.

Hi. How's it going?

How old are your...

Okay, yeah.

- He didn't do it.
- Tory, he has a history.

He has no alibi.

He is lying to you.

He lied to all of us
about where he was.

He did not lie.
He withheld the truth

because you were screaming
at him.

- No, I wasn't!
- But he told me everything,

when he left, where he went,
all of it.

I love that you're covering
for him.

So, where was he?

- That's between me and Matt.
- Oh, my God.

This whole new victim thing
is hard enough for him

without you guys
making it worse.

He has an alibi, right?
That's good.

You know what? Shut up.
You want him to be innocent
so you can keep your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend.

As fun as this is, I have class.
Excuse me.

We're not done
talking about this.

- Yes, we are.
- No, we're not.

Matt is moving in with me.

And pretty soon,
we are getting married.

That is the reality.

Accept it.

Oh, my God.

- You okay down there?
- Yes.

Whatcha doin'
down here?

Well, instead of
stewing about the fact
that Matt is out killing again,

I decided to focus on the things
I can fix instead.

So, I took a little deep dive
into our financials.

Oh. That's not a good place
to look.

No, it's not good at all.

$20,000 in savings, okay,
which sounds all right

until you realize
that we have to fix
a leaky roof,

we are behind
on our credit card bills,

and we are not gonna be able
to afford daycare

unless I start
bringing in money again.

Got there fast, right?

Which means I have to renew
my real estate license.

So guess what?
I am cleaning this place out.

This is going to be
my little workspace.

Okay, so how...
What-what do you want us to do?
How can we help?

You can start by removing
all of the tennis stuff that
you are going to sell for us.

Donate, to charity.

Whatever. Donate, sell. Ugh!

She's stressed. You're stressed.

And when she's stressed,
she gets insensitive.
I know you've seen it.

She's a nice lady. We love her.

Can be
a pain in the ass sometimes.

I can hear you talking.

- She's still a great woman.
- I can still hear you talking.

Her idiot dad
insists on buying her
all these fancy toys,

but all this girl wants
is a tacky souvenir
from a beach dive.

'Cause she's her mama's girl,
isn't she?

Don't judge me.
I know they're filthy,

but they're the only thing
that keep her from screaming.

Oh, I don't care.

How are you?

Ugh, I'm distracted.

I should be studying
for my license renewal,

but I'm just, like, so worried
about my sister.

- Bad boyfriend?
- Yes!

I just wish I could make her see
who he really is, you know?

I know she's an adult,
she can make her own decisions,
but--

Mmm. Nah. No, no, no.

That's dumb.
Who cares about that, okay?

If I had a sister
who could've stopped me
from marrying my ex,

it would've saved me
a lot of trouble.

Yeah.

This ex,
what's the deal with him?

Oh.

Oh, it's my boss.

Shoot, I gotta go.

It's all right.
Do you wanna get drinks later?

Uh, can we play it by ear?
Just work's been
really crazy lately.

- Oh, yeah. No, totally.
- Okay.

And last thing.
About your sister...

Trust your gut. You know?

If this guy sucks,
find a way to make her see it.

And anyway, it feels really good
to just give back
in my own small way.

What I'm finally
getting around to saying is...

You're welcome.

Uh... no, thank you.

A-are you rejecting my donation?

This auction
is meant to raise money
for brain research,

not to just get rid
of old... stuff.

This stuff is memorabilia
from my time on the circuit.

I'm Nathan Bartlett.

Okay.

This is an article about me,
right here.

The things is,
why would anybody wanna bid

on a musty,
old newspaper clipping

about you losing
to Danny Merrick?

They could bid
on an actual match
with Danny Merrick.

That match changed
the trajectory
of my whole career.

Anybody who knows about tennis
knows--

Wait a minute. Did you just say
that you guys are auctioning off
a match?

- Oh.
- To play Danny Merrick?

Yes, we are.
Love him. Super cute.

Listen, sir,
I'm gonna have to ask you
to take your stuff and...

You know what, lady?

This stuff is priceless.

Oh.

Hi! Sorry to drop by
unannounced,

- but you've been ignoring me,
so you gave me no choice.
- Okay.

Here's the thing.
You were right.

I hate fighting with you,
and, um, I am sorry.

You're an adult now.
You can make your own decisions.
I need to respect that.

Wow. I don't think
you've ever apologized to me
for... anything.

Mmm. I don't think that's true.

Not even when you said
I was too drunk to drive,

and you ended up totaling
my first car.

Ugh. Whatever! Anyway...

I got you and Matt
a little housewarming present.

- Wow! It's so cute.
- Mm-hmm.

Is this a baby shower regift?

Okay, the point is...

I love you, and I, you know...

Just 'cause I don't love
or really understand
this thing with you and Matt,

I don't want it
to come between us.

- You're... You're an adult.
I need to accept that.
- Right.

By gifting me a child's plushie?

This is Ruth Bearder Ginsburg.

Show some respect.

She is pretty cute.

I like it right here.

Nathan. Nathan, wake up.
Matt's on the move, okay?

We got about 12 minutes
of manscaping before he's
on his way. Let's go!

What if he's my boyfriend?

What the hell
are we doing? Why am I up?

Why are you driving
like Dominic Toretto?

I'm going 31 in a 30. Calm down.

Is that... Matt?

Yes. Oh, my God.
I fucking told you.

Ava, what is this?

Okay, funny story.
Remember when I told you

- I was gonna put all my effort
into fixing the leaky roof?
- Yeah.

Instead I actually decided
to install a nanny cam
in Tory's room,

and I've been spying on them
ever since.

What? I thought
you were giving up this shit.

This is different.

This is family.

Oh, my God.
You really are Dominic Toretto.

- All right,
what is this place?
- It's just a dark bar.

- I'm sure it's innocent.
- Oh.

- Uh... Uh...
- What's he doing?

I told you!

- Man, he was doing so well.
- Oh, was he? Was he, Nathan?

Because that woman
he's following looks
exactly like his next kill.

- What are you doing?
- I'ma go in,
see what's going on.

You can't go in there now.
You go in, he's gonna know
you were following him.

Yeah, you're right.
You're right. Okay, new plan.

We are gonna
stake this place out
all fucking night.

We're gonna watch him
like hawks--

Oh.

Oh my--

Hey, buddy.

It wasn't my idea.
I was sleeping.
I was dreaming...

Why are you lying?
What is this place?
Why are we here?

Let me just remind you two
of something that you seem
to have forgotten.

I have the option,
should I decide to use it,

of ruining your lives.

- My boyfriend sucks.
- Yeah, your boyfriend
is a real dick.

- Why'd you follow me?
- Why are you sneaking out?

How did you know
that I was sneaking?

Mother's intuition.

You sure it wasn't the, uh,

the nanny cam
that you put in Tory's room?

Yeah, I can spot a hidden camera
a mile away, Ava.

How do you think I got away
with all those murders?

White privilege,
spotty police work.

I try not to think
about that part of your life.

I don't know
what's more aggravating.

That you can't accept
that I am a new man,

or that you don't appreciate
how good I was in my prime.

Okay, it still does not explain
all of your sneaking--

- I wasn't fucking sneaking!
- Shh!

This Johnny-come-lately killer
and your unfounded accusations,

they've got me on edge,
and I'm adopting
a new coping mechanism,

which is,
whenever I feel that way,

I come here
with a guy from AA called Nick,
and we throw some axes.

I never heard of any Nick.

They're saying
the Westside Ripper
killed again six hours ago.

S--

So are we ready to admit
that the media is the problem?
Because you know that wasn't me.

Yeah, I know. You were with Tory
six hours ago.

You were around Tory,
on top of Tory, inside of Tory.

- It was fucking disgusting.
- We got it. Thank you.

Well, you know what?
If you're not killing
these people, who is?

- That's what I wanna know.
- Let's think.
You probably have a lot of fans.

Not our problem.
What we did tonight
is fuckin' crazy,

and immoral,
and potentially illegal.

All right, fine. Fine.
Consider it dropped. I'm done.

And you don't owe me an apology.

I agree.

But, Ava,

I think you might owe
your sister one.

For the hundredth time,
I am so sorry
about the nanny cam.

Mmm.

Are you still mad at me?

The lemon sponge is divine.

I was worried about you.

Stop being mad at me!

Can you just...
Can you bring us another piece?
She's not sharing. Thank you.

Please look at me.
Please look at me.

You think
that I shouldn't trust Matt,

but you're the one
that I can't trust.

Please try and see it
from our side.

Try and see it from mine.

I am settling down with Matt
because he is special to me.

Yes, he has a past,

but who doesn't?

He's also 100% honest with me,
and he's passionate.

We did witness that
on the... the cam.

You know what?
I think that passion

- is the real reason
why you're obsessed with him.
- Ew.

You are bored of your dull,
dreary, middle-aged mush
of a life,

and he keeps things exciting
for you.

My life is not dull.
Not true.
And I'm not middle-aged.

Really?
I'm pretty sure the last thing
that got your heart rate up

was true crime,
and you gave that up.

It is decaying
our collective sense
of right and wrong.

Freaking out about Matt
was just a work-around.

No, that's not true.

Sweetie, I need you
to get a life

instead of spying on mine.

Oh, for...

Trend forecast. Blonde is back,
and brunette gets you whacked.
I'm going to show you

how to go platinum
from your home bathroom.
You just need--

Have you guys heard
of this new wave of murders?

Murder is back.
So, let's go over
home defense basics.

I always keep Mace. My car is--

Anyways, I have to go
to Erewhon.

- So get ready with me--
- ...9,000-volt
electric cattle prod.

The police aren't saying much,

but they did say
that the second victim
was a psychiatrist

who was killed
in an early 1950s high-rise

in Rancho Park
once inhabited by Bette Davis.

Uh, is your client looking
for anything specific?

You know, she's a single woman,
so she probably wants to be
up high.

I'm thinking possibly
the, uh, seventh floor.
Maybe that one right there.

- Can I see that one?
- Okay.

That'd be great.

Hmm.

- Here it is.
- Yeah.

- So nice.
- Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm.

You know, I can--
You can go back to your office.
I can look at it for a minute.

Just don't be too long, okay?

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

- Oh.
- Oh! Two for three.

That was great.
Man, you were, like,

- born with an ax in your hand.
- Thank you.

Nobody's good at it
their first time.

He's being nice.

He was a natural.

You're too kind.

Fuck.

♪ I was a star, baby...

Hey!

That was incredible.

That's what athletes do.

Hey, buddy, buddy.
Look, I'm loving this energy,

but are you okay?

Yeah, I'm great.
I'm making friends.
You're making friends.

- We're all making friends.
- Nathan, Nathan.

I'm not okay.

I went to donate valuable items
from my tennis past,

but the auction woman said
she didn't want any of 'em

because they had no value,
and she thinks I'm a failure.

She said that to you?
She said that you were a...
that you were a failure?

Pretty much.

What exactly did that woman
say to you?

"No one's gonna care
about how you blew out your knee
losing to Danny Merrick

when they could bid
on an actual match
to play Danny Merrick."

We are gonna make them care.

One thousand.
Do I hear two thousand?

This is
a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

to play two-time
US Open champion Danny Merrick,
folks. I see 2,000 up front.

Buddy, it's time
to put that paddle in the air
like you just don't care.

I do care.
These bids are way too high.

Look... how old is Merrick now,
anyway? He's gotta be ancient.

- He's three months younger
than me. He's not ancient.
- He doesn't look it.

- Do I hear eleven?
- Eleven thousand.

- Look, I think
you could take him.
- You think?

It's not what I think.
What do you think?
Could you take him?

- Twelve thousand.
- You got a simple decision
to make here, Nathan.

- Who are you?
- Thirteen thousand.

Who do you wanna be?

Fourteen thousand.

Who do I wanna be?

Nathan Bartlett,
and I bid $20,000.

Uh, we have a $20,000 bid.

$20,000 going once, going twice.

Sold.

Ava's gonna kill me.

- Sorry I left
so abruptly earlier.
- Oh!

Work has been insane.

Gotta tell you,
I am a terrible friend.

I-I don't even know what you do.

You're not.
You're a good friend,
who doesn't pry.

Well...

And also, I intentionally
don't tell people.

Oh! W-why?
Are you a... Are you a spy?

Are you a contract killer?
Restaurant critic?

No. And, oh, I wish.

I guess it's time to come clean.

Okay.

I'm a homicide detective.

- What?
- Yeah.

And I don't really tell people

because there are so many
true crime freaks out there.

Oh.

There's this one killer
I've been chasing for years,

and, mmm, as soon as I get him,
I am done. I'm retiring,

and I'm opening an Etsy store
where I sell erotic tea cozies.

Who is this... this white whale
you-you speak of?

The Westside Ripper.

Heard of him?

Westside Ripper...

Westside Ripper...

West-- No.

- Really?
- No. Doesn't ring a bell.

I don't like true crime.

Prefer musical comedies.

Well...
...he's been killing women
for years,

and every time I get close,

he just... slips away.

Really? Wow.

So, he used to pick women

who were very similar

and kill them
the exact same way.

- Hmm.
- But then,
he just kind of pivoted.

Like, first,
there was a redhead.

Now, a mom in her thirties
with a rosary tied
around her wrist.

The press doesn't know
about that.

Oh, no.

But, you know,
what do you think...

Why do you think
he's changing his pattern?

Maybe he got bored,

or he's trying
to throw us off his trail.

Oh, come on!

- We have a situation.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Yeah. I'll be right back.

Take your time.

Hey, mama.

Yeah.

No, Jack,
Mommy is not gonna look
in her friend's purse, okay?

We learned our lesson
with the nanny cam.

Oh, you think I should?
Okay. Don't tell Daddy.

You are gonna get
in so much fucking trouble
for this.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Aw, man. When did you do that?

Oh, my God.

Sorry about that.

- Kid's a double threat.
- Yeah.

- Want another round?
- Yes. Yes, yes.

Am I crazy?
I just spent all our money
to play in a tennis match?

Crazy is good.

Money... What is money?
You can always make more money,

but this shot, this opportunity,
that doesn't happen
for guys like us, all right?

- Yeah. You're right.
- Yes.

This is just between us
for now, okay?

Until I win.

Till you win.

- This is your destiny.
- This is my destiny.

- Yes.
- Where are those...?

- Hey, do you mind
if I keep some stuff here?
- What kind of stuff?

Just some stuff
that won't fit at Tory's.

You mind? You wanna check in
with Ava or...?

No, I don't need to ask Ava.
Yeah, keep... keep
whatever you want here.

Thank you. Oh, and you'll--
I mean, you'll keep it quiet, right?

Yeah, sure.

Our little secret.

Our secret.

This feels like new beginnings.
You know what I mean?

First kill, definitely
Westside Ripper vibes.

But the second with the scalpel?

Tory's right.
You're grasping at this thing
'cause you're bored.

Bored of spending
most of your time
talking to a baby.

- Bored of your job.
- Bored of your husband.

No, no!
Baby jail and work.
Not husband. Not husband.

Babe! We're in your head.
You can't lie to us.

You wanna solve this
so you can have a little fame,
excitement, the spotlight.

No, I wanna solve this
because I know something
the police don't.

Matt is not the killer,
which means there's
another killer out there,

and if I don't solve this soon,
more innocent women
are gonna die.

Since when do you care
about women?

I love women.
I'm obsessed with women.
I donate to Planned Parenthood.

Monthly recurring or one time?

Fine. It's not entirely
about them.

Just admit it.
You're flying solo
'cause you want a little thrill

and 'cause Nathan's a buzzkill.

Okay, can we not discuss
the implications now?
Can we please focus on the task?

Don't push her, Roch.
I don't think she's well.

You know, he's never killed
a mom before.

Also, the rosary's
a little showy.

The last killer that did this
was the Rosary Killer,

but he hasn't been active
in, like, 20 years.

Most people don't just have
scalpels lying around.

I mean, it feels like
whoever's doing this
is trying to prove a point.

The incisions are precise,

almost like
he's trying to carve her
like a surgeon would.

She was beheaded.

Jack the Ripper.

Wait.
So the first kill mimicked Matt.

The second, Jack the Ripper.
The third, the Rosary Killer.

The murderer
isn't copying one killer.
He's copying multiple killers.

He's a copycat serial killer.

I solved it!

I figured it out.

Okay. Okay.

♪ Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est? ♪

♪ Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Better ♪

♪ Run, run, run, run, run, run,
run away ♪

♪ Ah, ah, psycho killer

♪ Ah, ah, ah

♪ Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est? ♪

♪ Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Better ♪

♪ Run, run, run, run, run, run,
run away ♪

♪ Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est? ♪

♪ Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Better ♪

♪ Run, run, run, run, run, run,
run away ♪