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[mysterious music]
[ball rolling]
[ball clacking]
[pensive music]
[sullen music]
- [Clare] Everything I have said and done
has been in the hands of God.
I was born to do this, I am not afraid.
Everything I have said and done has been in the hands of God.
[gentle music]
Everything I have said and done has been in the hands of God.
I was born to do this.
I am not afraid.
[mysterious music]
Everything I have said and done has been in the hands of God.
[bone snaps]
[gentle vocalizing]
Everything I've said and done has been in the hands of God.
I was born to do this.
[gentle vocalizing continues]
I am not afraid.
[suspenseful music]
[choir singing]
[camera clicking]
[choir singing continues]
[camera clicking]
[choir singing continues]
[camera clicking]
[choir singing continues]
[camera clicking]
[choir singing continues]
[camera clicking]
[choir singing continues]
[camera clicking]
[choir singing concludes]
[excited music]
- Oh, hey. - Hey.
- Why are you sitting over here?
- What?
- You can't read? It's not coming.
- You gotta walk, man.
- Sorry. - See ya.
[sighs]
- Thanks.
[phone beeps]
[car approaching]
- [Joe] Hi. Hi there.
Excuse me. I'm lost.
I'm looking for a White Sands.
My girls are about to get out of practice.
- You can't look it up on your phone?
- Well, my phone died and one of my girls took the charger.
I think you know how that goes.
You know, I left a really big meeting
just so I could get here in time.
- Dressed like that?
- Oh, you're funny. [laughs]
You're funny.
- I know White Sands isn't far.
You've gotta take the interstate to get there.
Um, I'm not totally sure though.
I'm not from around here.
- Hey, hang on a second.
I got an idea.
How about I compensate you for your time?
- Just doing my good deed for the day.
- You know what?
Speaking of good deeds, can I offer you a ride?
I mean, where do you need to go?
- I'm okay. I'm waiting for the bus.
- You can't be waiting out here by yourself.
Just come on.
I'll give you a ride.
Look, you got nothing to worry about.
I am not a creep. I'm just, I'm a dad.
[mysterious music]
[car revving]
- Um,
what happened here?
- Oh, yeah.
I need to get that fixed.
Straight?
- Yes. - Okay.
[door locks click]
[mysterious music continues]
[phone vibrating]
- So what time were you supposed to pick them up?
- Oh, we got time.
- I thought you said you were in a rush.
Do you smoke around them?
- [laughs] You like to ask questions, don't you?
[church bells ringing]
- [Clare] Everything I have said and done
has been in the hands of God.
I was born to do this.
I am not afraid.
[people screaming]
Everything I have said and done has been in the hands of God.
Um, I can just get off at the next light.
- No. - I can walk from there.
- Yeah. - I can.
It's really close.
- Okey dokes.
- [Clare] You just passed it. - Aw.
- You follow directions as good as you smell.
No wonder your so lost.
- Oh, whoa. Take it easy little missy.
- [Clare] Where are we going?
- Relax, have some of this, okay?
Don't be a big baby, just...
It's, it's good.
Go ahead. Go ahead. It's all right.
Help you relax.
- Everything I have said and done
has been in the hands of God.
[screaming]
I was born to do this. I'm not afraid.
- What was that?
- It's a quote from Joan of Arc.
She led the French to battle against England
and then became a Saint for her actions.
- Right.
Wasn't she burned alive?
- She was.
She also killed an awful lot of men before that.
[groaning]
See, you indeed, are correct.
I have nothing to worry about. Only you do.
[dramatic music]
- What are you doing?
[dramatic music]
[tires squealing]
[car crashes]
[opera music]
- Everything I have said and done
has been in the hands of God.
[opera music continues]
[Joe coughing]
[knife clicks]
Dear God, what have you made of me?
[indistinct whispering]
Have mercy.
Have mercy, have mercy on my soul.
Why don't I feel bad about this?
Why?
Why do I feed on this?
Is it my burden to carry?
My gift?
My curse?
Why?
Why have you made me this way?
[classical music] [pan sizzling]
Oh wow, how darling.
- Where have you been?
I've been waiting here for hours.
- You have not just been waiting, Jules.
We've been dancing.
- She gave me weed. - Oh.
- We were waiting for you though, to do the peyote.
- Okay, Gigi.
- Oh, come on.
She knows I'm joking.
Better not drink the tea tonight though, sweetie.
- What?
- It smells delicious in here, what you cooking?
- [Gigi] Beef stew.
- [Juliana] So, are you just gonna ignore my question?
Where have you been?
The poli sci exam.
We were supposed to study.
[dramatic music]
- I was waiting for you.
- Waited for me?
- Yeah. - Where?
- You know the Goats Cafe.
- The Goats?
- Yeah.
- You said to meet you at the house.
So why didn't you text me?
- Oh, I was zoned out and my phone died.
Gigi, did you give this girl the upper or the downer?
'Cause she's 21 questions over here.
- Hmm.
Maybe she's more the ketamine type.
- [Clare] No, I'm just scaring her.
- All right, fine. Let's just eat.
Pre-code films were whole other thing.
Hollywood in 1931 was a radical bed of progressive ideas.
And women, women were just a femme fatale,
or the ingenue, or the doting wife or the victim.
No.
Women were whole people.
Emancipated from the harness of how a woman
is supposed to behave.
Now, my mom, Clare's great grandma
was a Hollywood screenwriter - [Juliana] Oh really.
- in the '60s and '70s, yeah,
and she did this one spaghetti western
and that is how I got into acting.
And I even taught little Clare.
All my favorite screen combat moves, didn't I?
- You never told me that.
- [Clare] Oh!
[classical music]
[both laughing]
By the way, I'm sorry for missing our study day today.
It won't happen again.
- Dude, don't sweat it. We're good.
- Um, well text me when you get home?
- Always. Bye.
Oh, and Clare?
Goats was closed today for a private event.
See you tomorrow.
[classical music]
[mysterious music]
[door creaks]
[knife clicks]
[door creaking]
[mysterious music continues]
[door creaks]
[clothes hangers rattling]
[suspenseful music]
- [Bob] Hey, there. [Clare gasps]
- Fuck off.
Jesus.
Bob, how many times do I have to kill you?
- Clare Bleeker.
New day, same habit.
- Whatever this is, can we just reschedule it for another time?
I really need to sleep.
- That's a big negative, my auburn vendetta.
Oh hey, that'd be a great assassin name for you.
- Nobody hires me to do what I do yet.
Um, Bob, what is this?
What are you doing here?
- I am here representing the last itsy bitsy piece
of your conscience.
- Really? Because I don't feel bad about what I do.
- No? Not even about me?
Thought we were pals.
- No, I'm in college.
You're decomposing.
- I remember our first encounter like it was yesterday.
[mysterious music]
[indistinct whispering]
[Bob grunting]
- What are you doing down there?
- Oh, I'm not doing much.
You know, just...
- Are you drunk?
- Yeah.
Yes, I have been drinking.
- Can you get up?
[bob grunts]
- Oh, I can't.
- Okay, I'm gonna call someone for help.
- No, no, no, no.
Please, don't, don't.
Don't call anybody, yeah.
Just give me a hand.
Oh, thank you.
- You wanna talk about it?
[Bob sighs]
- 30 years.
30 years of marriage.
I never even looked at another woman.
I never thought about another woman, I never cared.
I find out that she cheated on me my whole life.
Stepped on and, and, and taken advantage of
and taken for granted
and over and over and over and over and over.
I never thought.
I never thought that she would do that to me.
- I'm sure you'll find somebody that cares about you
the way you deserve.
I'm sorry.
Oh, oh, okay.
[Bob sobbing]
Okay, getting too tight.
Okay.
[Bob sobbing] Stop, stop.
Get off me!
- [screams] No, no, no, no, no.
Please, please, please.
[dramatic music]
- What is your point?
Why? Why are you haunting me?
You slipped and fell and broke your dumb head open, okay?
So you can't be my conscience
uttering its last dying breaths or whatever you just said.
- I'm here to warn you.
- About?
- The man you murdered today.
- Oh, please don't tell me I'm gonna start seeing him too.
- He did not act alone.
Be mindful of what you say tomorrow.
- To whom?
- Be mindful.
- Okay, thank you for being useless.
Goodnight, Bob.
You're still here, Bob.
[dramatic music]
- [Amity] I don't know.
I heard the detective on this case
is like a sexy fox.
- [Juliana] Who cares? This whole thing is so psycho.
When Theresa went missing, they didn't do half the crap
they're making us do right now.
- Wait, the girl went missing?
- Wait, who's the guy?
- I don't know, but look, see these two girls
from our school, they were the last people that saw him.
And they told me, pretended like he needed directions
to help pick up his daughters.
- Men should never ask for directions.
- Fact check. Homie had no daughters.
- Classic. - Shocking.
- Just trifling, you know. - There's a girl missing?
- These girls are so cool. [girls chatting indistinctly]
They don't even hear you.
- So a girl went missing?
- Yeah, it was last year, Theresa Holmes.
She was so kind, she was talented.
- Okay.
She was in other people's boyfriends is what she was.
- Okay, sis.
- Well it wasn't her sis of her sis?
- Anyway, they found traces of GHB and fentanyl
and a flask in his car.
So those girls dodged a bullet.
- [Clare] I knew it. - [Juliana] Knew what?
- Um, oh in my head, in my head, I was thinking about something.
- God you are so hot but so weird Clare.
[phone vibrating]
- So did they say anything else?
- No, but I mean, it had to be after school hours
or they wouldn't be interrogating us.
- Interrogating?
Wait, is that what's happening here?
- Yes, Einstein.
What do you think we're in line for, a juice press?
- Oh my God, I need an alibi.
- Why? - I invoke the Sixth.
- It's the Fifth, Amity.
And you're not gonna do well in there without an alibi
for yesterday afternoon.
- Can you be my alibi?
- You're so cute, but I can't. - Why?
- Firstly, you wouldn't be able to bear the pressure
of a cross-interrogation
and would likely end crushed by the web of lies
of your own making.
Secondly, a false testimony in a murder case
is a federal charge.
Third of all, you don't actually think they're looking
for a suspect amongst us, right?
- I don't know.
- [College Dean] Juliana LeBlanc.
- Here.
- This is ridiculous and a dumb waste of my time.
By the way, I knew it was the Fifth.
I mean, I was so, so obviously joking.
It's just like Juliana needs to get off her high horse.
You know? She thinks I'm not smart,
but I always get the last laugh in the end.
Remember that, Clare.
So a juice press is so 2012.
Anyway, it's like, who's standing in line for a juice?
- Wait, why don't you wanna tell anyone
where you were yesterday?
- Because it's private.
- [College Dean] Clare Bleeker.
- Yeah, good luck with that, kid.
Let's hope Juliana is as good a friend as she says she is.
[sighs]
- [College Dean] Clare, this is Detective Timmons.
Miss Bleeker is one of our newer student.
She's an East Coast transplant.
- Oh yeah, where on the East Coast?
[clock ticking in background]
- New York.
- What got you moving here?
- Dead parents.
- Um...
I'm sorry to hear that.
All right, Miss Bleeker,
I don't wish to take too much of your time,
but can you walk us through your day yesterday
from about 2:00 PM to 8:00 PM?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, um...
[suspenseful music]
Started at school.
- Yeah.
- Then I went to the bus stop.
- Which bus? The bus up on campus?
- [Student] It's not coming.
- Yeah, yeah.
On campus.
- And what happened next?
[suspenseful music]
- I was reading a book and I went home
and had a study date with my friend.
[Joe laughing]
- [Timmons] Which friend was that?
- LeBlanc.
Um...
And then, then...
we had dinner with my...
I had a study date...
- Clare. - Grandma.
- Clare. - Detective to repeat it.
- Clare.
- Sorry?
- I said you can go.
- Okay.
Well, you know where to find me if you need me.
- You have pets?
- No, just bad habits.
[students chattering indistinctly]
- [Bob] Well, it's like I always say.
- Don't.
- I'm just saying- - Don't.
- I didn't think it went that bad.
- Yeah, right.
It went fucking amazing because I blacked out
and I have absolutely
no recollection of what I just said.
- Ah, don't say, oh, Uncle Bob didn't warn you.
[tense music]
- Well, look who it is...
Clare Bleeker.
- Um,
I'm sorry, what, what is your name?
[chuckles]
- You're funny.
Amity told me you were funny.
- Amity's ex, ah...
Cool. I, I have to go.
- Wait, where to? You need a ride?
- No, I...
uh...
[mysterious music]
yeah, actually, yeah. Yes.
[door opens, closes]
[mysterious music]
Yeah, and then just right up this street is my house.
- [Radio Reporter] ...homicide case.
- So what happened with you and Truman earlier today?
- [Radio Reporter] ...tragically found dead.
- Huh? - In the hallway.
I saw you guys, looked like some tension.
- Oh, that kid is whack.
He deserved it.
[radio reporter talking indistinctly]
- Why did he deserve it?
- [Radio Reporter] Well, it seems like police arrived
at the scene this morning.
- Amity didn't tell you?
- Tell me what?
- [Radio Reporter] He's been identified as Joe Morton.
- Look, all you need to know is he did something
he regretted and he won't do it again.
- [Radio Reporter] ...a targeted attack.
Targeted attack?
- Well, this is me.
- [Radio Reporter] Investigators are trying-
- That was easy and painless.
So maybe we'll hop in again.
Thank you.
- Hey, Clare.
Look, I know you're new in town,
but I'm throwing a party tonight.
Would you wanna come?
Not with me, not with me.
Just you or others if you want?
- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah. Why not?
- Awesome.
And just can you do me one thing?
Just, don't tell Amity I invited you.
I just don't want it to be a thing.
You know what I mean?
- Okay.
[Bob clicks tongue]
- All right. Dope. I'll see you tonight.
- All right, party!
I'm gonna come by about seven. We'll get ready together.
It's gonna be awesome.
[vehicle engine cranks]
I don't know how you girls do it.
I, ah, gosh.
This is both painful and difficult at the same time.
- Wow, Bob, you've been dead for only a month
and you've already summed up the entire female experience.
Okay, stop that. I cannot let you do this anymore.
This is painful.
Close.
Okay, stay still.
Bob, where do you go when you're not like...
- Here?
- Yeah, like why aren't you in heaven yet?
Are you on some type of heaven probation or?
- Why do you ask?
- Just wondering if you'd seen my mom and dad by any chance?
- I have not.
[somber music]
- I think about them a lot actually.
I know that what I'm doing is right.
I can, I just feel it in my soul.
But then I think maybe they're up there looking down
and saying, normal Clare Bleeker is enough.
- Maybe they're up there thinking
that they want normal Clare Bleeker
to have some normal fun.
[somber music continues]
- No more killing.
I am the result of a fallen world.
But has to give light, last endure burning.
[somber music continues]
[upbeat music] [people chattering]
- [Bob] What's that smell?
- [Clare] Regrets.
This is good.
See, this is the acceptable kind of trouble.
- Juliana meeting us here?
- No.
- Why?
- Because I didn't tell her.
- Why not?
- Bob, why try to kill the mood with all the questions?
Okay? This is a night for us to get out and be normal
and be social.
Bob and Clare, Bob and Clare. Are you with me?
Okay? Watch me, be normal.
Hey, you, you.
[upbeat music continues]
Mm.
[camera clicks]
Oh my God.
[camera clicks]
No. No more. No, I don't.
- You photograph disgustingly well.
Emphasis on disgusting by the way.
Didn't expect to see you here tonight.
- Same.
- Well, I'm here on a work night.
Just a mere and humble observant
of this wild fucking human display.
- Hmm. What kind of work is that?
- Well, I'm actually, I'm working on a series
titled Demented Debauchery of Intoxicated College Students.
- Oh. - It'll make for like an edgy,
pricey coffee table book somewhere, I don't know.
- Glad to be collecting dust in some old dude's house.
- What makes you think you made the cut?
- Clearly, I am the cover.
I'm just demented debauchery at its finest.
[student yelling]
Wow.
- So what brings you here on this delectable evening?
- A ghost of a dead mailman that haunts me
told me to do it.
- Better tell lover boy I come with the package.
Get it?
- So what else did this ghost tell you to do, Clare?
- I'd rather not say.
Let's just drop the ghost. Drop the ghost.
- Shall we, you wanna go inside? - Fuck the ghost
for the rest of the night?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- I'll be your ghost. - Yeah, he's not cool at all.
[upbeat music]
♪ Let me go ♪
[upbeat music continues]
♪ Some faces I know ♪
♪ Doesn't matter where I go ♪
♪ I see you ♪
♪ Would you tell me about the dream again ♪
♪ The one of learning how to breathe ♪
♪ At the garden of the seas ♪
♪ Is only you and me ♪
♪ Would you take it out of me again ♪
[upbeat music continues]
♪ Do you hear me ♪
Do you know where the bathroom is?
- It's upstairs.
You want me to wait for you?
Okay.
[people chattering] [upbeat music]
[sirens wailing]
- Cops are here! Cops are here!
[upbeat music continues] [people yelling]
- [Clare] Why is Timmons here?
- [Cop] Is anybody up there? Need your IDs out.
[tense music]
[suspenseful music]
[camera clicking]
- Fuck.
[camera clicking]
What the? What the fuck?
[footsteps approaching]
- [Wade] Whoa.
- Uh, hi.
- What's up, but?
How'd you find my room?
- That's your room?
Yeah, I didn't know that.
I checked all the doors,
but they were all locked and yours wasn't.
So, yeah you know, the cops.
I was trying to hide.
- This is pretty annoying.
- Yeah.
- [Wade] It's just a noise complaint
but people inevitably bring drugs to these things.
So, cops stay a lot longer than they should.
[mysterious music]
What are you hiding, Clare Bleeker?
And why are you even in there?
Are you running from the cops?
- Everybody started bolting, so I did.
All right, well look, make yourself comfortable
'cause it's, it's gonna be a while.
You know, half my nicotine addiction
comes from manual fixation,
[camera clicking]
which I don't get from vaping.
- I have to go.
- Wait, are you sure?
- Yeah, I have to be home.
- Look, I would not risk that if I were you.
- I gotta get home.
[mysterious music continues]
[indistinct whispering]
[care engine cranks]
[indistinct whispering]
[upbeat music playing on radio]
[music stops]
[suspenseful music]
[upbeat music playing in house]
- [Man] No, I couldn't get anybody tonight. [indistinct]
- [Cole] Death is more welcome here than you.
Next! - [Assistant Director] Next.
- Hey, Amity.
How are you? - Clare, wish me luck.
Actually, don't you say break a leg
'cause we're in the theater, so.
- What part are you auditioning for?
- Myra. [chuckles] Obviously, the female lead.
You know what? You actually have a Helga vibe.
Clare Voyant.
You see what I did there with your name?
It's supporting but.
- I actually related a bit more
to the two male protagonist.
- You would.
- Yeah, also he die's after the first act.
- [Cole] The only thing you're projecting is vomit.
Next!
- Amity, I wanted to just talk to you
about something pretty important.
- Okay? Shoot.
- What was your relationship like with Wade?
- Why?
- Did he ever say anything
or make you do anything that felt forced?
- What are you asking me?
- If he put you in a position-
- Why are you all of a sudden curious about Wade?
Did he ask you out?
- No, I barely saw him the other night.
- The other night?
Like at his party?
So you went to my ex's party without us? [scoffs]
Do you know how sketchy that sounds?
- Amity-
- We're trying to prep.
- Okay, you shut up!
- Amity, it wasn't like that.
- That's exactly what Theresa said.
- What does Theresa have to do it with this?
- Oh God.
I'd rather pass a kidney stone.
Next.
- I have to audition.
- Amity, darling.
Mwah. Mwah. - Mwah. Mwah.
- Finally, a true thespian in the sea of dilettantes.
- They're all Philistines.
- Entre vous. [chuckles]
[suspenseful music]
- [Clare] A girl went missing?
- Yeah, it was last year, Theresa Holmes.
[suspenseful music continues]
[keyboard clacking]
[suspenseful music continues]
[hands tapping]
- Have you seen my text?
- My phone's been off.
- I'm just gonna get to the point.
There is something really, really-
- I thought you were gonna get straight to the point, Clare.
- Okay.
I found photos of Amity
that I don't think she wanted to taken.
And there was another of a missing girl,
she went missing last year.
And then I found photos of you.
- What? - You were unconscious.
- Well, I don't do drugs and I don't drink.
So frankly, I don't know what you're talking about.
- I know what I saw.
I'm trying to help you.
Has Wade done anything or said-
- Wade?
- It was in his room, the photos.
- So you did hook up with him?
- What? No, I didn't hook up with him.
- Clare, listen, I like you and all,
but you just got here six months ago
whilst I've known Amity since middle school.
Now, I don't give a damn
that you hooked up with her ex or whatever-
- I didn't hook- - It doesn't matter.
But if you think I'm not keeping track of all the lies
you've been spewing regularly, you are wrong.
- What lies?
- Goats Cafe, Clare, or the party
you didn't think of inviting your friends to.
- Oh my God. This is different. - And now it turns out you were
Wade's bedroom.
You're a little dishonest, Clare.
- [Clare] This, this is what matters.
- You're smart, you're pretty, but you're dishonest.
- This is- - If you really think there's
something wrong, then why not just go to the police?
Hmm?
Precisely.
Later, Clare.
[door slams closed]
[suspenseful music] [indistinct vocalizing]
- [Clare] Mr. Edwards.
- Uh-uh, no ma'am. - Ah, Mr. Edwards?
- Not today. [knocking on door]
- Auditions are over. No.
- But Mr. Edwards. - Director.
- Director Edwards. I have this proposition for you.
- Mm.
- Because someone as riveting as yourself
should not settle for just small town production
of a spell binding piece of literature.
Your vision is Broadway or- [knocking on door continues]
- We're working in here.
Carry on.
- Because you're like, then you're just this true feminist.
You're a trailblazer, Mr. Edwards.
Can I assist you?
- No, I don't babysit.
But I did come up with the best idea right now.
It just popped into my brain.
Gender is a construct.
So you can play the male lead, Sidney Brule.
- Oh, great idea.
- Opposite Amity Liston.
And if you are late ever again, you're out.
Move it. - Okay, great.
- I'm out of here. I'm off the clock.
[suspenseful music]
[running footsteps approaching]
- Miss Bleeker, may I have a word with you
in the dean's office?
- Yeah, of course.
- [Timmons] Clare, do you remember last time we spoke
that it was about Joe Morton?
- Who?
- The man who was murdered in his car.
- Oh, right. What about it?
- Well, the victim's only witnesses recently testified
that they saw a redheaded girl waiting
at the campus bus stop the day of the murder.
But what time exactly did you get home that night?
- [sighs] Forgive me I'm,
having a little deja vu here.
Ah well, let's see.
The bus was late.
I was reading a book and I lost track of time,
and then I went home.
I had a study date with my friend, Juliana LeBlanc.
And then we made dinner with my grandma Gigi.
And then I just went to bed.
- Well, we spoke with your grandmother earlier today.
- Hmm.
- She said you were three hours late.
- Okay, and?
- And Juliana didn't mention that when we interrogated her.
- She must have forgot.
Doesn't really seem like a relevant detail.
- Buses aren't hours late, Miss Bleeker.
- Outrageous, I know.
What a waste of my time.
But I didn't see the guy that you're talking about.
So, I'm sorry I don't have more intel for you detective.
But that's not a crime, is it?
- No, it's not, but giving a false testimony is.
And for some strange reason,
you and your two closest friends all have murky testimonies
on the day a man was murdered.
- Am I being detained, detective?
- No, you can go.
But Clare, let me be clear.
You have a three-hour gap in your alibi.
I will find out why.
- Detective Timmons, do you know
how many women have gone missing in this town
in the last 30 years?
[tense music]
53.
54 with Theresa Holmes.
In a single town in the course of only three decades,
my brain, just, I-
How does something like that go unnoticed?
How does so many women go unnoticed?
- Clare, you're being naive,
if you don't think we're aware, people go missing.
It's what keeps me up at night.
And it's the reason why I warned you
the first time I saw you.
But something tells me
that you're withholding pivotal information here.
- Unless this guy has something to do
with these missing girls.
I think my job is done here.
I'm allowed to leave, right?
- There's the door.
- [Clare] He can't have anything on me.
He can't. He can't.
Because if he did, he'd already have me detained
and I didn't leave any DNA evidence behind
because they had already had me.
- Hmm.
- How would I bring up all these missing girls?
Timmons just doesn't say anything.
He literally didn't say anything.
It's like, why doesn't anybody care?
- People tend to not want to talk about that kind of stuff.
- What does that mean?
- The ugly stuff in the world.
They wanna pretend it's not there.
- Well, what does that mean to me?
Well, like, we should just go on living our lives
while all these girls are missing?
Why am I even talking to you, Bob?
- Well technically, you're not.
- Timmons,
he's always watching so I can't really do anything.
But on top of that right,
I'm just jeopardizing all of my friends.
- You don't really have any friends left, do you?
- There's Juliana, there's Amity, there's something
that's not right about that.
And then you've got Wade, Wade.
He's got this so many photos.
Look at her. How did they get in his room?
Why does he have them?
I need to figure out this puzzle.
I need to put all of the pieces together.
It'll work out.
But, but I can't, I can't.
Because I shouldn't. I shouldn't be doing this.
I can't be doing this because I've done too many things
and they're going to resurface that I've done in the past.
I don't know what to do.
I need to know what to do. What do I do, Bob?
What do I do? What do I do?
- You have to finish what you started.
- I can't. I can't.
- You have to go back. - I can't.
- You have to go back to the house on Oak Street.
- Like Joan of Arc?
Like Joan of Arc, guided solely by my visions.
- Joan burned, Clare.
[insects chirring] [mysterious music]
[door creaking]
[mysterious music continues]
[door creaking closed]
[mysterious music continues]
[suspenseful music]
[muffled conversation]
[camera clicking]
[suspenseful music]
[camera clicking]
- [Cole] Something so evil,
it infects all of those who touch it.
Death trap is a Chinese box
of moving parts that makes you question everything
that you just learned.
Who is an ally?
Who is not?
Who is a murderer?
And who is a victim?
I'm gonna take this great play
and make it extraordinary by casting Clare Bleeker
as the male lead, Sidney Brule,
- What?
- the washed up writer who's desperate for a second chance.
And Amity Liston will play Clifford, the young
and plucky student who Sydney is trying to steal the play
of death trap from.
- I'm an ingenue.
- Uh-huh.
And Wade, you will be playing Sydney's wife,
the clingy Machiavellian Myra.
- So I get to play Clare's clingy wife?
- Mm-hmm.
- Sexy.
- What?
- Miss Liston.
- I just-
- Whatever it is you are channeling here,
I need you to save it for the stage.
Okay? [door opening]
Rehearsal time, it's indeed where this belongs.
[door closes] - Indeed.
- Now, donde esta, mi psychic Helga.
Helga?
- Hey. Hey. I'm here. I'm here.
Sorry, I was working on a film-
- No, no, no, no.
I do not tolerate tardiness.
Be gone.
- Are are, are you serious right now?
- Deadly. Out.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- [laughs] And that is what we call acting.
See what I'm doing there, kids?
Helga, Helga, Helga, Helga,
please come back.
We miss you already.
Please take a seat
and use your psychic abilities to make sure
that you never, ever, ever disappoint me again.
Or you'll be out like me from the closet.
[camera clicking]
- I can't wait to get started so I can watch Helga die
a very slow and excruciating death.
- Wow, Clare here is clearly overcompensating for her lack
of talent by method acting, which I stan.
- Okay.
- Bravo, Clare.
Bravo.
Now everybody, up, up, up.
Use our instruments people.
A five, six, seven, eight.
[suspenseful music] To the right, to the left.
To the right.
- [All students] The tip of the tongue, the teeth, the lips.
The tip of the tongue, the teeth, the lips. [repeating]
[suspenseful music continues]
[laughing]
[suspenseful music continues]
- Clare.
Clare, what happened?
Clare, what's your problem?
Hey, hey, wait.
[punch thuds] [Truman groans]
- Don't come near me.
- You're actually insane.
What the fuck? You're a nut job, fuck.
[mysterious music] [vocalizing]
tires squeal]
[suspenseful music]
- [Clare] So?
- So what?
- So what is our plan?
- There is a curfew in place.
That is the plan.
- A curfew.
What does a curfew do in this situation?
- It is a necessary precaution,
given the extreme circumstances that we're in.
- The only person right now
who is in extreme circumstances is Juliana.
If we don't do something immediately,
she's gonna disappear like the rest of the girls.
- There's gonna be a vigil.
We'll go to the vigil.
- What, what does a vigil do, Gigi?
We should be out looking right now.
And what is with the coffee?
You don't even drink coffee.
- It's to keep me up, while you sleep.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
- Right now, anything could be happening to her.
- I hear you talking to yourself at night.
Detective Timmons says I should take particular care
with you because of your fragile state of mind.
- But is he insinuating that I'm crazy?
- No, it's not like that.
- Is that what you think? - No, that's not what I think.
But you've been through a lot, Clare.
You've seen some horrifying things.
And I know that you sneak out at night.
To do what I have no idea, but it has to stop.
From now on, it is home, school, home.
- Until when? - Until I say so.
What was this doing in your drawer?
- Protection. - Oh, come on.
What is this for?
What is it you do when you sneak out at night?
Tell me.
- I can't tell you.
I can't tell anyone.
- [sighs] Jesus.
You are grounded.
- I'm not your child, Gigi.
- No, you're not.
Because I had to bury my child with my own hands.
[somber music]
I'm not gonna bury my granddaughter also.
[somber music continues]
[indistinct whispering]
- [Mom] Clare!
Oh my God!
[somber music continues]
[Mom] Clare, you have to promise me something.
You'll never tell anyone what you did in the woods today.
Okay?
Even if you saved a life.
It will haunt you, Clare.
It will change your life forever.
And not everyone will understand you.
Not everyone will see you as a hero.
You have to bear this secret alone.
But whenever you feel like you need
to take this burden off your shoulders, you come talk to me.
I'll always be with you
when all goes dark.
[creaking] [somber music continues]
- Mom?
Please grant me strength.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, please grant me strength.
Please do not abandon me.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, please,
please grant me strength.
Please do not abandon me.
Holy Mary, mother of God, please,
please grant me strength.
[somber music]
To thee, do we cry poor children of Eve,
to thee, do we send up our sighs,
mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.
Please, Holy Mary mother of God.
The blood, it won't come off.
Help me carry this burden, I can't do this anymore.
I'm not strong enough.
I belong nowhere.
Show me the way, make me your vessel.
Please do not abandon me.
Pray for us sinners now and in the hour of our death.
Amen.
[dramatic music]
- Help me.
[dramatic music continues]
- Who are you taking the photos for?
- Clare, please don't do something you may regret.
- Who are you taking the photos for?
- Okay, look, I'll answer whatever question you have,
but you need to put the knife down.
- No.
Who are you taking the photos for?
- I don't know what you're asking me.
- Photo that you took of me the night of the party.
Why did I find it in some stranger's basement?
Hmm? What was it doing there?
Who are you selling these photos to?
- Your, your photo? - Don't act fucking stupid.
You know what I'm talking about.
- Look, my camera was stolen the night of the party.
Okay? When the cops came, all right?
All those photos that I took are gone.
Literally, I didn't get a chance to download them.
I lost-
- Are you lying to me? - No. Look,
every single photo I took that night is gone.
Including yours.
I'm working on film again.
- What do you know about the house on Oak Street?
- Who told you? Was it, was it Wade?
- What about Wade?
- He thinks I took some promiscuous photos of his girl
when I didn't even know what I was walking myself into.
Okay? And I don't even think Amity did either.
I was just answering some stupid photography ad,
to make some cash.
Okay? I didn't even go back. That's it.
- Did you take this photo?
- No, but I recognized the background.
That's the house.
[mysterious music]
[light clicks on]
[camera clicking]
[choir singing]
- [Gigi] Are you friends with my granddaughter?
Do you know my granddaughter?
[choir singing continues]
- [Truman] Mrs. Newberry, right?
Yeah, we didn't get a chance to introduce ourselves.
My name is Truman.
- You're friends with my granddaughter?
- Oh, yes, yes. I know Clare.
- And where is Clare?
- I haven't seen her since...
- Since what?
She told me she was with her friends.
She's not home and she's not here.
So, so where is she?
Where is she?
Where is my granddaughter?
I can't lose her too.
I can't lose her.
I can't lose her too. [sobbing]
- Hello?
Have you seen my friend, Juliana LeBlanc?
She went missing three days ago.
Have you seen her?
- I'm sorry kid, I haven't.
- Are you sure?
Can you take another look please?
'Cause I've been searching all night and I'm so tired.
Can I use your bathroom?
It'll be really quick, I promise.
Uh,
where is it, your bathroom?
- On the left.
- And can I get a glass of water?
I'm so thirsty.
- Yeah.
[lively music playing on radio]
[pills crushing]
[lively music continues]
Here you go.
[suspenseful music]
- Thank you for your hospitality.
[suspenseful music continues]
[insect wings fluttering]
- [Caller] Gibbs needs more product within two days.
Raw stuff.
Younger.
- You can't seem to understand this is a process.
It takes time to get these girls.
- [Caller] We run a business, Randall,
and you're behind on delivery.
Either you're in or you're out.
- Well things have been a bit backed up
since the Joe situation.
- [Caller] Gibbs was sorry to hear about your brother.
- Yeah, well he did all the pickups, you know,
and now I'm running this thing all myself.
- [Caller] What about the recruiter we got you?
- [scoffs] Whose idea was that?
Hold on.
Hey.
Whoa, whoa. Oh, hello.
Hi.
There she is.
[chuckles] You're not gonna believe
what just knocked on my door.
She showed up looking for the other one.
- [Caller] The van will be at your place in an hour.
Better have them both on it.
- Hey, the guys are coming.
I'll send you stuff ASAP.
All right, listen up.
Girl in the bed's done.
All right? She's got pick up in an hour.
Meanwhile, I caught another one.
So she's gonna need some pictures, she needs video.
And I'll tell you, if you get done early,
you can have some fun with her before the van picks her up.
Okay? Have at it, let's go.
Hey, take the braids out.
Little messy.
There you go.
Yeah. All right. Clear out.
There we go. There we go.
[camera clicking] [chains rattling]
Oh, it's good.
- Randall, can I get her for the video?
- [Randall] All right. Hey, I'm done.
Okey dokes. Bring her on.
Showtime.
Hang on a second.
I'm getting a vision.
You two look good together.
Why don't we spice up this video?
Maybe introduce some product testing to the package
and get a bidding war going on.
Put on a mask and get camera ready.
- I ain't getting paid enough for this shit, man.
- I'll do it. - Yes! Yes!
What's wrong with you, Justin?
- Jesus Christ.
Hey, Randall. How much did you give her, man?
She can't even stand up straight.
I can't pick up the girl.
- [Man] You want me to reset the lights by the bed?
- [Randall] No, just pull the horse over.
Let's go.
- Everything I've said and done has been the will of God.
- What? What did you say?
- I am not afraid.
[fingers snapping]
I'm not afraid.
I was born to do this.
- Hey Randall, I don't like this, man.
You are so high.
- [Clare] Everything I have said and done
has been in the hands of God.
I was born to do this, I'm not afraid.
[suspenseful music]
[excited music]
[Clare grunting]
[man groaning]
[Clare groaning]
[excited music continues]
[man groaning]
Come on you-
Let her go.
- Why should I?
- I won't have mercy on your soul if you don't.
- On my soul? [laughs]
- Let her go.
[Randall laughing]
[siren wailing]
Help! Help!
We're down here.
- Oh!
- Help, help us, please.
We're down here. Please help us.
I'm so scared.
Please, please, please, someone help me. [laughs]
[man grunting]
[footsteps approaching]
[suspenseful music]
- Oh, shit.
What the fuck happened here?
Randall, Jesus Christ, man.
You had one job.
- You fuckin' piece of shit.
- Clare.
[man groaning]
[gunshot firing]
All right, let's try to all walk outta here alive.
Shall we?
- Tell him to let her go.
Do it!
- Go on.
- Put the scissors on the floor and pass them to me.
[gunshot firing]
[Randall grunting]
- That was fair.
And I'd say we're even now, don't you?
- Where do all the girls go, Timmons?
Hmm?
How much do they go for?
[Juliana coughing]
[Randall groaning]
By the way, I loved killing your brother.
[suspenseful music]
I have to go get Timmons.
- Clare, please, please, please, don't leave me.
- I have to.
- Please, don't leave me, please.
- Fuck.
[Juliana crying]
There, there, there, there.
[Juliana crying]
You're safe, you're safe. You're safe, you're safe.
No one's gonna hurt you. I promise.
Hey, hey, hey, you're safe.
[sullen music]
[water dripping]
[sullen music continues]
Gigi.
Gigi,
I know you're mad and I'm sorry
but you're never gonna believe what happened.
You have to see what's on TV.
- ...versity town has been discovered to be the nest,
of a human trafficking - We found Juliana!
- operation that has run
for more than 40 years.
A local college student, Juliana LeBlanc
who went missing three days ago, was found alive
inside the basement
of trafficking ring leader, Randall Morton.
Mr. Morton and his brother Joe,
had previously been convicted with bail years prior.
When another student came to this house
looking for her friend,
she walked into the scene of a gruesome death,
- Gigi! - that miraculously,
- You're missing it. - Juliana was spared from.
What happened?
- It, it was really scary.
I...
The door was open
and then I could hear yelling coming from the basement.
And then I went in and then
I was like walking-
- It took such courage for this young lady to
walk into the wolf's mouth.
But her action saved her best friend's life.
Stay tuned for more information
on the Pickmann Flats trafficking case.
We'll be right back after a short break.
[TV clicks off]
[somber music]
[Clare sighs]
[Clare crying softly]
[floor creaking] [tense music]
- Oh, don't worry, Clare.
She got to die peacefully in her own home.
Well, not too peacefully since she had a heart attack
the second she realized I was after you.
Remember, I tried to make a deal with you,
but you had to go all Rambo in that basement.
You could have spared your grandmother's life.
- All they do is take from me.
They take from me.
- What? What? What are you saying?
I cannot hear you.
- The last thing I have is...
...gone.
I have nothing. I have nothing.
[tense music continues]
Are you here to kill me now?
[Timmons laughing]
- Clare, I think there's been a misunderstanding.
I'm not here to kill you.
I don't want you dead at all.
I want you to work for me.
No, with, with me.
See, as you rightfully pointed out,
you have nothing to live for.
No family members left, but you are a weapon.
Oh my God, Clare, we could make so much money together.
I'm telling you, you'd be set for life.
- Ah.
I would never.
Never.
- I expected a little resistance.
See, I've done some research on you, Miss Bleeker.
Your father left when you were in fifth grade.
Mom had a rare heart condition that went undiagnosed.
She died when you were only 14.
After that, you moved from New York to Connecticut,
from friends' houses to boarding schools
until you ended up here.
But it appears that wherever you went,
somehow a mysterious surge in murder cases
made to look like suicides or accidents happened.
I know you killed Joe Morton.
I know you're responsible for the mailman's death
and virtually every other unsolved murder
in the cities you've lived in.
Join me, Clare.
Or it's only a matter of time until you get caught.
I can protect you.
- Detective...
I believe in what I do.
I hope I get caught.
[Timmons groans]
[suspenseful music]
[Timmons grunting]
- [Timmons] Hey!
[Clare groans]
[Clare coughing]
You had your chance.
[suspenseful music]
[Timmons laughing]
[indistinct whispering]
[gentle music]
- [Clare] What has to give light must endure burning.
What has to fight must endure destruction.
Burn.
[gentle music continues]
[fire roaring]
[Clare screaming]
[gentle music continues]
[neck snaps] [body thuds]
[Clare breathing heavily]
[crowd chattering]
- [Cole] Cheryl, you made it.
Thank you for coming. Are you loving?
- [Man] It's great, man. - [Cole] I know I'm, phenomenal.
[sighs] Pumpkin.
- Hi, Cole. - We're so glad you made it
and that you're doing all right?
- Yes, of course.
- Front row, honey.
Where you belong. - [Juliana] Yeah.
- [Cole] I'm watching you two, trouble.
[people chattering and laughing]
Hey, pull it together people.
[staff yelling] Oh my God, oh my God.
Oh my God, you! I can't!
Okay. There are reviewers here for Christ's sake.
- [Costumer] Do you have my tape measure?
- [Cole] Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
- [Costumer] Okay. - [Cole] Amity, Amity.
- Can you stand still please?
- [Cole] Yes. - This fit you fine last week.
- Maybe I'm losing weight. [phone vibrating]
- Not in the trunk.
- Ah!
Okay, Do I look manly enough for you?
- No.
- Ah, Clifford's ready, we open in five. Let's go!
- Five! We can't be late. Move it. Move it.
Props, props, props.
Please stop me from putting this in someone's face.
You, perfection.
Yes. I love it. Meow. Meow. [grunts]
Come on, OMG.
There are reviewers here.
They are totally judging me.
We are going to hell.
Curtain!
- [Amity] Oh my God, I am like bringing down the house.
[Amity chuckles]
- Forever.
Forever.
Forever and ever.
Forever, no.
[Amity sighs]
- Here, why don't you take some of my flowers?
I have like way too many.
Look at Wade. [laughs]
At least we don't need him to finish the play.
But we do need you.
So, hurry up.
It's opening night.
- Hey, break a leg, Clare.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
[somber music]
- [Bob] Hi, Clare.
- Where have you been this entire time?
I could have used your help, you know?
Gigi's dead.
- I know,
but she's, she's here.
She's, she's watching over you.
And she wants you to know she's very proud of you
and so are your parents.
But there is one last thing
that you have to do and you can only do it now
- We're about to go.
This is pretty disastrous timing, Bob.
- The Tale of Oak Street isn't over.
- What?
- The code is 1713.
- Code for what?
[phone vibrating]
[mysterious music]
- [Timmons] Gibbs needs more product within two days.
[camera clicks] Raw stuff. Younger.
What about the recruiter we got you?
- He thinks I took some promiscuous photos
of his girlfriend. [camera clicking]
- [Amity] Juliana thinks I'm not smart,
but I always get the last laugh in the end.
Remember that, Clare.
[suspenseful music]
[crowd chattering]
[suspenseful music continues]
- [Amity] Break a leg.
[suspenseful music continues]
- [Clare] Everything I have said and done
has been in the hands of God.
[audience screaming]
[dramatic music]
[solemn music]
[dramatic music]
[excited music]
[indistinct vocalizing]
[excited music continues]
[vocalizing continues]
[excited music continues]
[vocalizing continues]
[excited music continues]
[excited music concludes]