Slasher (2016) s03e05 Episode Script

1 - [CLUB MUSIC PLAYING.]
- [CHEERING.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
Everyone who knew Kit, loved Kit.
I picked this spot because this was his favorite tree.
I was with him right before We were so happy that night.
- To Kit! - MAN: To Kit.
Yeah.
- [WYATT.]
Rest in peace.
- WOMAN: To Kit.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Thank you, everyone, for coming.
Be careful.
They still haven't caught the psycho.
- Noelle, are you okay? - No, Wyatt, I'm not fucking okay.
- What are you even doing here? - Just take it easy.
We talked about this.
You coming around, calling, posting dumb, creeper shit on my profile.
That was once.
I had a few beers.
- It was psycho level.
- I said I was sorry.
[NOELLE.]
You didn't know Kit.
- Ah.
- We were friends for years.
Christ, you're talking about online? Kit fucked anything that moved.
And you fell for it.
- You're not special.
- [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
And this here this isn't real.
One night with Kit was realer than two years with you could ever be.
[EXHALES.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
I miss you.
[EXHALES.]
[BRANCH SNAPPING.]
[NOELLE SCREAMING.]
Help me! What's up, bae? - [JOE SIGHING.]
- "Hey, Violet, how's it going? Good to see a woman I love more than life itself.
" You barely said two words to me all week.
Uh, hello, I've kind of been busy revamping my website.
Right, your phone, your computer, your website, but your husband? - Oh, my God, you are such a sulky pants.
- Right.
But you know what? It was worth it.
This is killer.
Like, literally killer.
Check it out.
- What? You did this? - Mm-hmm.
- The design and everything? - Yeah, the whole shebang.
It's only been live a couple hours, and I've already got a ton of visitors.
That's amazing.
It looks so good.
- Click on the spinning-knife thingy.
- Okay.
[MOUSE CLICKING.]
"Sex & Violets.
" "The Druid Murder.
" Okay, that's a good name.
This is the one.
Like, I can feel it, babe, deep in my bones, and other parts of my anatomy.
Drool over those stats.
And once I optimize for searches, I am guaranteed "vi-ral.
" - That's great.
- [VIOLET LAUGHING.]
I feel like the universe is telling me to do this.
Like, I didn't even know crime was my thing.
- Me neither.
- [EXHALES.]
It's so hot right now, podcasts, TV shows, docs.
Like, I'm on trend and I'm a fucking expert.
- Such an expert.
- [VIOLET LAUGHING.]
- Aren't you proud of me? - I'm so proud.
Hey do you wanna maybe go? - Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, looks like I have a new follower.
Oh, yeah, he's gonna be DMing you all night.
[LAUGHING.]
- [NOTIFICATION CHIMES.]
- [GASPS.]
Holy fuck! Oh.
I don't know, if it'll be holy, but I'll try.
Oh, my God, oh, my God.
No, no, no.
My whole site just fucking crashed.
- It's okay.
Just stop.
- Fuck, fuck, - fuck me! - Fix it tomorrow.
- It's an emergency! - It's a website.
No one's dying.
You don't know what you're talking about! I need to call my web guy right now.
- [SIGHS.]
- He's probably available.
- Please, V.
Please, just do it later.
- Fuck.
[GASPS.]
I'm gonna have a meltdown.
I'm gonna have a meltdown.
Come on, come on, come on.
Okay.
[GASPS.]
Yes! - I did it.
- [DOOR CLOSING.]
Joe.
Baby, it's back up, honey! We miss you, Kit.
Friends forever.
[ANGEL GROANS.]
Shit.
[GROANS.]
- [JOE.]
Okay, hold on, hold on.
- I just [CHUCKLES.]
You're sweet.
Thank you.
[GRUNTS.]
- [DOG BARKING.]
- [INDISTINCT SHOUTING.]
[ANGEL SIGHING.]
Champagne.
- What's the occasion? - Oh, I just I like the stuff.
I mean, it's impossible to be anything but happy with little bubbles tickling your nose.
Yeah.
That is worth remembering.
- Bad day? - I've had better.
I'll be okay.
- Two bottles.
- [LAUGHING.]
Don't judge.
It's been, uh a long week.
Oh, no, no, I'm not I'm not judging.
I'm jealous.
Hmm.
Are you fishing for an invite? Yeah, I'm, uh [SCOFFS.]
Yeah, okay, I could use a drink.
Cool.
Party of two it is.
I hope you like Mexican.
I love it.
Ah, I should also warn you that I start to think - I'm hilarious after my second glass.
- [JOE LAUGHING.]
Yeah, that's that's perfect.
Hilarious is just what I need.
Cool.
We should arrest whoever decorated this hall.
[CHUCKLES.]
Yeah, someone's desperate attempt at cheery.
- Get her computer to tech right away.
- Yeah.
Did she have a dedicated computer at the school? Yeah, they're going over two of them now.
Okay.
Okay.
Ten steps back, please.
Freedom of the press, freedom of the people.
Okay, I've seen your little website.
I'm sure that doesn't give you press credentials.
Oh, you've been lurking.
Looking for some tips on the case you can't crack? I'd say more making sure you're not covering anything up.
If I am doing anything, it is uncovering the truth, the truth about a case the police aren't able to solve.
That is what makes me so popular.
- So, let me ask you - [CELLPHONE PINGS.]
have you discovered anything about Kaili Greenberg, Detective Hanson? Or is she just one more victim of your incompetence? Uh Hey, you can't do that.
I just did.
It's evidence.
I've confiscated it.
- Fuck That is not evidence.
- How do I know what you filmed? Because everything important ends up on my site.
And what if someone uses your site to get to you, hmm? [VIOLET.]
To do what? - Are you threatening me, Detective? - You're threatening you.
You're putting this fangirl crap online and setting yourself up as a target.
Do you get that? Okay, I can't stand bloodsuckers like you, but I'd hate to see what the Druid would do to you if he got the chance.
So, let's not beg him to pay you a visit in the middle of the night.
Okay? - Okay? - Okay.
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Maybe I'm a fool to believe [SAADIA.]
How crazy does this party get? Cray-cray.
There's sacrifices.
You've never been.
There are no sacrifices.
[SAADIA.]
That's exactly what you would say if we're the sacrifices.
- Good thing I'm not a virgin.
- [SAADIA.]
Hey.
You two are probably gonna hook up and leave me solo.
- [SAADIA.]
Uh, not happening.
- I do not know what to wear.
- Try this.
- That is so off-brand.
- What? No, it's not.
- [GROANS.]
Yes, girl.
You look fire.
I don't know.
Costumes feel like kids' stuff.
[ASHLEY.]
This is the one, okay? You're gonna slay in this, - and you know it, too.
- Let's find you something good.
[CHARLIE SCREAMS.]
I'll murder your whole family! - [LAUGHING.]
- Jesus Fucking Christ.
Oh, God, that was priceless! You know you can't return that after you pissed in it, right? - You're such an asshole.
- [CHARLIE.]
Hey, that attitude is why you're number one on the dead pool.
- What's the dead pool? - [CHARLIE.]
Seriously? What, Jay Bennet put it together online.
Everyone's betting on who the Druid's next victim's gonna be.
- That's creepy.
Am I on it? - Yeah, dude, you're fourth.
So, you guys want in? Winner gets 500 bones.
Sure.
Might even be you.
Okay, well, that's kind of impossible, but Yeah, you go around pretending to be the Druid all the time.
- He's got to be pissed.
- [CONNOR.]
Mm-hmm.
You guys are all nuts 'cause I don't live in your freak show apartment, and that's where he hunts.
I'm pretty sure he'd be willing to make an exception for you.
You know, maybe branch out a little bit, get rid of the posers.
Well I'm, uh, I'm I'm way too smart to be killed - by some knob in a costume.
- [SCOFFS.]
So, yeah, bunch of losers.
I am pretty sure he just pissed in his costume.
- [CONNOR CHUCKLING.]
- Idiot.
Finally.
[DOOR CLOSING.]
- What's in the box? - It's Gwyneth Paltrow's head.
It's from my Violettas.
- Who? - Hello? My stans.
My fans.
- Okay, so his name is Stan? - [VIOLET.]
Ugh, no.
Stans! Stalker fans, extreme fans.
Really, baby, how do you live with me and not know this stuff? Mine are called Violettas, and this is my first bit of fan mail.
[GASPS.]
I bet they bought me a present.
Okay, so open it.
Okay.
Okay.
- You're scared.
- I am not scared.
That stupid detective just got into my cabeza, said I should watch what I say about the Druid.
Stans can go cray-cray when they love you this much.
Like, I may look like Selena, but I don't want to be her.
- Stop.
- There's no address on it, just a name.
Yeah, "68 and I owe you one".
That's his user or her.
- Okay, you can't open that.
- Why? You're here.
It'll be okay.
There's a fuckin' psychopath running around killing people.
He could've put a bomb or anthrax in there.
Violet, wait! Jesus.
[RUSTLING.]
Aw see? Look how cute that is.
Yeah, that's, uh, that's not cute.
That's creepy.
He says he wants to meet me and help me with my case.
You can't meet the guy.
- Safe, right? - No, it's not.
Can you just put down your phone for two seconds? Okay, journalists do this all the time.
That that Christian "Aman-power" woman, she's out in war zones with bombs every day for her job.
Killers don't kill journalists.
He killed a fucking high-school teacher and the coffee guy.
He doesn't care what people do for a living.
You know what they say? Risk it to win it.
- [SCOFFS.]
- No guts, no glory.
[JOE.]
Violet, if you press send, you're officially risking your life for a fucking website.
- [VIOLET.]
Fuck it.
- [JOE.]
Really? [MUTTERING.]
[KEYBOARD KEYS CLICKING.]
- [SIGHS.]
- [KEYBOARD KEYS CLICKING.]
[GROANS.]
[GROANING.]
[BREATHES HEAVILY.]
Joe? This fucking door is stuck.
The police told you to stop, Violet, okay? The The police! [VIOLET.]
Joe, open this fucking door! - No, I'm not - Open this fucking door right now! No, Violet, I'm not letting you Open it right now! Open it right now! I'm not letting you add to the body count in this building! - My fans need me.
- [JOE.]
We stay here.
We - My fans need me.
- Forget your Goddamn fans, Violet! At least I fucking matter to them.
[SIGHS.]
You you matter to me, okay? And I love you and You don't love me.
[CRYING.]
If you loved me, you wouldn't fuck some guy who lives down the hall.
Yeah, well, maybe if you didn't spend all day jerking off your phone, I wouldn't have.
But but I did, and I'm sorry.
I Right, you stuck your dick in someone else.
That isn't a fucking oopsy.
Well, now I look like a fucking raccoon, so thank you for that.
Look let's head out of here, okay? Let's hop on a plane and go to the desert.
- Now you sound crazy.
- No.
No, that place you always wanted to move out to, near that Coachella thing.
The next flight, okay? No murders, no fans, no online craziness.
Please.
Please, let me get you out of here.
What about Angel? His life's in danger too.
You go get your things together.
I'm I'm just gonna go get some cases from storage, okay? [SIREN BLARING.]
[DOOR SHUTS.]
[CHANTING.]
- What are you doing? - [AMBER CHANTING.]
Amber.
Protection.
Quartz.
Master healer.
For you, Azrael.
[BREATHES HEAVILY.]
[SIGHS.]
Passports? I have to get Violet outta here.
It's not safe.
- You should leave, too.
- I'll be fine.
I always am.
- Angel.
- [ANGEL.]
No.
I don't want you to miss your flight.
Angel, please, come, just Angel, come on, please.
- [SIGHING.]
- Just stop.
Violet and that stupid fucking website.
She's painted a target on her back.
I need to get her away.
She's her own worst enemy.
No.
No, baby, you are.
I have to take care of her.
She has no one else.
She doesn't even have you.
Not really, not the real you.
You want her to go, she should go, but why do you have to go with her? - Because she won't.
- Then that's her choice.
Just like this is your choice.
[SIGHS.]
I'm such a fucking coward.
No.
No, you're a sweet confused man who who wants to find a way out of this without hurting her.
I want this.
I want this so fuckin' bad.
[JOE SIGHS.]
Wait.
I'mma I'mma get Violet outta here.
I'm gonna get her settled in, and then the next time I see you, I'll be completely free, and we can be us again, okay? - Keep walking, Jared.
- [JARED SCREAMING.]
Honey, what happened? Where are you cut? Where are you hurt? - I don't know.
- What were you doing? - I I got paint on my face.
- Where? Oh! Where did you - Where did you do this? - Over there.
- There? - Over there.
[CROW CAWING.]
- [WOMAN SCREAMING.]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTERING.]
Good thing Mom's a nature lover.
I think that might've just changed.
Anything? I mean, just fucking joints and bottles! [POLICE OFFICER.]
Some memorial party.
[ROBERTA.]
How much longer do we have to keep her up there? Two hours, tops.
They weren't all here just getting high watching her be murdered, right? I'm working very hard to prove that's not the case.
Must've happened right after.
Based on what? If they'd all been here, some asshole would've posted photos online like Dixon's head.
- Yeah.
- [ROBERTA.]
Why risk killing here? - In public? - [CAMERA CLICKS.]
So, the boys love what this does to the girls.
Too much, or not enough? - [JOE SIGHS.]
- I was thinking maybe we could spend the first couple nights at a fancy resort.
You know, splurge and enjoy ourselves.
After the day we've had, we totes deserve it, and then we can get something a little more budget, a little more our speed, babe.
- Oh, you know what? - Violet.
[VIOLET.]
I grabbed a bunch of clothes for you too, - but you need a new bathing suit.
- Violet, please, just stop.
Me and Angel, you know that wasn't just some accident.
We even talked about how much that's really me.
I know.
I've always known.
I I thought you might be bi since forever.
How? I didn't even know.
A wife can kind of pick up on these things.
[CHUCKLES.]
I wish you would've told me.
Well, I wish that you knew that you could trust me - with something like that.
- [SIGHS.]
I didn't, I didn't think you'd I didn't think you'd accept me.
I would take you whatever, Joe.
It's you I love.
No matter what, I love you so much.
And, though, this is not exactly how I hoped things would go between us - I'm really glad we had what we had.
- [JOE SNIFFLES.]
My little Topo Gigio.
[LAUGHS.]
My bae.
Hey, you don't regret - any of this, right? Okay.
- No, no, no.
God, no, V.
It was great.
We had tons of fun and there was so much good stuff.
And I love you.
- I did the whole time.
- I know.
I know.
- [MOANING.]
- Oh, baby, you like that? - Oh, yeah, right there.
- Right there? - Oh, you're so good.
- [MOANING.]
[JOE MOANING.]
[BOTH MOAN.]
[SIREN BLARING.]
[SINGH.]
Figure it out yet? [ROBERTA.]
Oh, yeah, just redecorating.
Shit, I guess these background checks are a waste of time, then.
The neighborhood appeals to all kinds of fine, upstanding criminals.
Cassidy Olensky has two public-indecency charges, and something else expunged from her record.
- Matches what I've heard.
- [SINGH.]
Angel's got two arrests.
- Didn't peg him for a bad guy.
- Protests.
Then there's all the calls we got to the apartment itself.
[ROBERTA.]
Saadia's dad calls to complain about fights with the Rijkers, the Rijkers call about Dan.
Five times.
And Dan calls about them, about Angel, about Saadia's dad.
The kid's crying to the teacher in a playground.
- No red flags? - Saved the best for last.
Dan has got a greatest-hits rap sheet.
DUls, vandalism, harassment, death threats.
Then there's this white-power website calling for the eradication of anyone who looks like me or - Me.
- [SINGH.]
Yeah.
Checking to see if she's Antifa.
Dan has a big hate-on for the anti-fascists.
We all hate someone.
Just need to find someone who hates enough to kill.
[SCOFFS.]
Classy.
I guess the Druid's got a bit of a cult following.
[CHUCKLES.]
That guy was a bust.
It's not how much he wanted for a bottle of vodka, - it's what he wanted.
- Ew.
- Gross.
So, what now? - Plan B.
Well, who can we text? Um Perfect.
[ASHELY.]
Mr.
Olensky.
- Get the fuck outta my way.
- Uh.
No.
You have to pay a fine.
- A 26-er of vodka.
Hmm? - Fuck off.
[ASHLEY.]
Final answer? 'Cause I might just call that murder cop and tell her you used to beat Cassidy.
I never laid a hand on my daughter! Never! Who do you think they'll believe? It's okay.
We'll find someone else.
How are you, Mr.
Olensky? Ah, fuck off.
Fuck off with the the touchy, feely bullshit.
Give me your fuckin' money.
I'm gonna keep the fuckin' change too.
Fuckin' [ASHLEY.]
That worked.
- I wasn't trying to make it work.
- [DAN MUTTERING.]
[SAADIA.]
He's been through a lot.
What did I tell you? You're too nice.
[SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING.]
[INHALES.]
Okay.
[MURMURING.]
Mm-mm.
Mm.
Oh, my God, give it a fuckin' rest! - [SIGHING.]
- Hey, fam.
V here.
I am so excited.
Today is gonna be huge.
Guess what.
I'm launching a new channel! [CHEERING.]
- LGBTQ and me.
- [SCOFFING.]
I know, WTF, right? You V? No.
Not me.
I'm not that way, but someone very close to me is.
Now, I know a lot of you have been hating on Joe, saying that his bisexuality is causing drams in our sitch, and I'm here to say no, no way.
That is not true, because I am an ally.
Woot-woot! I heart Joe's sexual identity.
- [ANGEL.]
Wow.
- That wasn't the problem.
The problem is we were both victims of infidelity.
What a fuckin' nut job.
Whoa.
I just know, though, that we are gonna make it.
- We're gonna make it together, me - [ANGEL.]
Mm-hmm.
and Joe-Joe and my Violettas.
- Modern fucking love, bitches.
- Full-on deluded psycho bitch.
[PHONE CHIMES.]
[JOE AND VIOLET MOANING.]
[JOE.]
Oh, fuck.
Oh, baby.
- [EXHALES SHARPLY.]
- [JOE AND VIOLET MOANING.]
- [KNOCKING AT THE DOOR.]
- [JOE THROUGH TABLET.]
Yeah.
- Hey, I wanted to tell you that - [JOE AND VIOLET MOANING.]
[JOE GROANS.]
Fuck you, Joe! [SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING.]
Violet! Violet! Where are you, Violet? Violet! Violet? ["LE FOG" BY MATTHEW PROGRESS PLAYS.]
Flex, flex - How do I look? - [CLICKS TONGUE.]
Less pixie and more prosty, if you don't stop moving your lips.
I got some snacks.
And, there.
Mm.
My work here is done.
This is what people are wearing to the party? [ASHLEY.]
Fuck 'em, okay? We wear what we want, and we look better than any of them.
[CHUCKLES.]
- Whoa! I look - [ASHLEY.]
Better than hot.
Pixies are, like, sexy, bad-ass spirit animals.
I thought they were supposed to be good.
Yeah, aren't they supposed to bless you and stuff? [ASHLEY.]
Yeah, if they like you.
If they don't, they kidnap your babies and hide them in the forest to eat them.
So sexy means cannibals.
Not exactly what I was going for.
Well, you nailed the first part.
You're missing one thing, though.
Flex, flex, flex Hold up what was your name, flex Hold up what did you say, flex Just don't fuck with my gang, flex Gang flex, gang flex, gang flex Express yourself Don't refresh yourself - [SAADIA.]
It's amazing.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Aw.
Want some? [SAADIA COUGHING.]
- I'm good.
- [CONNOR.]
Yeah, she doesn't smoke.
And I don't drink, or steal babies.
We're the perfect pair.
Sorry for trying to corrupt you.
Makes me about as paranoid as your parents.
[COUGHS.]
Shit! Text them.
Tell them I'm I'm, uh, wiped from exams, and and that I'm sick, but not too sick.
Actually, scratch that.
I'm not sick.
Just don't freak out.
I'll let 'em know.
- Okay.
Thanks.
- [CONNOR.]
You're such a lightweight.
I'm not that high, am I? [CONNOR COUGHING.]
This is everything I could find from the night Kit was killed.
CCTV, surveillance, social media.
That's that Rijker's kid from the building.
[ROBERTA.]
And the Druid behind him.
- [CLUB MUSIC PLAYING.]
- [CHEERING.]
[ROBERTA.]
Huh.
He's all by himself, every shot.
[SINGH.]
Makes sense.
Solo killer, right? Ten feet from the killer and having the time of their lives.
Hey, buddy! Oh, why so grim, reaper? Get it? Ah What a buzz-kill over here.
[LAUGHING.]
[SINGH.]
This guy's lucky he didn't end up dead.
That's not who the Druid was after.
Why go to a party to kill someone? Anyone could've seen him.
It was targeted not planned.
Something drove him to the party.
What is it? [ROBERTA.]
This is Noelle Samuels, the woman who bled out at the tree.
This is it.
Both the Druid victims at the party together.
[VIOLET.]
Joe? Joe? You scared me.
Hello? Why didn't you tell me that you were back? I thought you said you wanted to go.
Joe! Hello? Babe? Hello? [VIOLET SCREAMING.]
No! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! - [JOE GROANING.]
- [VIOLET SCREAMING.]
[SIGHS.]
[ROBERTA.]
Anything? Noelle really liked red-velvet cupcakes.
I'm going through all her followers.
She had a core group of likers.
[ROBERTA.]
Same people as on her other accounts.
Whoa.
This Wyatt guy liked 265 photos.
Yeah, he's all over her photo feeds.
Who's he? Wyatt something.
Looks like a short relationship way back.
It's complicated.
Then they were in a relationship, then it was complicated.
A bunch of untagged photos of him on her feed.
He just disappears online.
You got a clear breakup for him and Noelle? I I'd say June, mid to end of June.
That's right around the night of the first Druid murder.
Had to be before that.
- Wyatt liked all of her posts that night.
- Half the night.
There's the last one he liked.
And pic after that? Wyatt did not like that.
Or anything after it.
Do you have any pictures of him? That one.
Holy shit.
- What? What am I looking at? - His boots.
Wyatt's wearing the same fucking boots as the Druid.
[BRANCHES SNAPPING.]
[JOE SCREAMS AND GRUNTS.]
- [VIOLET WHIMPERING.]
- [JOE GROANS.]
[MUFFLED SCREAMING.]
Hey, fam.
V here! Today is gonna be huge.
I'm so excited.
Guess what? Guess what? I'm starting a new channel! - [EXCLAIMING.]
LGBTQ.
- [JOE.]
No! No.
- [VIOLET OVER COMPUTER.]
I know.
WTF.
- Stop, no! No! No, no.
No.
- No, no! - [VIOLET SCREAMING.]
Stop! Stop, please! - Please! No! - [VIDEO PLAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
- [VIOLET SCREAMING.]
- [VIOLET THROUGH LAPTOP.]
I am an ally.
- Woot-woot! - [JOE.]
No.
- I heart Joe's sexual identity.
- No! [MUFFLED SCREAMING.]
[VIOLET OVER COMPUTER.]
The problem is we were both victims of infidelity.
- [JOE.]
Stop! - [VIOLET.]
I just know - Stop! - that we're gonna make it - Please! - me and Joe-Joe.
- and my Violettas.
- [MUFFLED SCREAMING.]
Modern fucking love, bitches.
- Now, we just thought, you know - [JOE.]
No! No! No! we thought it would be super-selfish of us not to share our journey.
[JOE.]
No, no, no! No, no! No, no, no! No! - No! - [MUFFLED SCREAMING.]
[JOE.]
Oh, no.
No.
[EXCLAIMING.]
- We just thought - [JOE GROANING.]
- We thought it would be super selfish - [JOE.]
No, please! Please! Ah! No, hey, hey! Please.
Nothing's gonna tear us apart, baby.
- [JOE.]
No! Please.
- Not one little thing.
- I love you so much.
- [JOE.]
No! - No.
- Thanks for listening.
[GASPS AND CHUCKLES.]
Holy shit! Holy shit.
Babe? Joe, baby, baby, come here, come here.
Come here.
You have to look at this.
My video has over 37,000 fucking views.
- God.
Stop it.
- [VIOLET LAUGHING.]
- What? - Stop it.
Jesus.
What's wrong? I don't want to watch our neighbor kill herself.
These people are our friends.
Do you want Amber to see her wife set herself on fire again? Their fucking kids could see this.
A, they saw it for reals.
B, they don't have to watch it, if they don't want to.
- [SIGHS.]
- [VIOLET.]
Fine.
Fine.
You know what? If it'll make you happy, then I will take it down.
I'll delete it.
Okay.
- Delete it, Violet.
- Okay.
[CHUCKLES.]
Okay, baby, just hear me out.
Tomorrow it'll peak, and then I will take it down.
- Oh, my God.
- [VIOLET.]
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Joe.
I'm trending on four sites.
Okay.
- [WOMAN SCREAMING.]
- Oh, buckle up, baby, we are going viral! [LAUGHS.]
- [MUFFLED SCREAMING.]
- [JOE.]
No! No! [GRUNTING.]
- [VIOLET SOBBING.]
- No! - [VIOLET WHIMPERING.]
- No! Ah! No! - [BOTH SCREAMING.]
- [SQUISHING.]
[BOTH SOBBING AND SCREAMING.]
[JOE GROANING.]
[VIOLET WHIMPERING.]
Police! - [POUNDING ON THE DOOR.]
- Police! Open up! - Whoa! Whoa, whoa! - [ROBERTA.]
Freeze! - Okay, okay.
- Don't move.
[KAILI.]
Kit? Hey.
Kaili, my neighbor.
Can Can you Can you drive me home? [KAILI.]
Well, you're not that far.
See, the thing is, I'm really fucked up.
I'd appreciate if you could drive me home.
You'll be fine.
- You don't need my help.
Remember? - [KIT.]
Really? [GROANING.]
Fuck! [WYATT GROANING.]
Dispatch, this is Detective Singh.
We need a patrol unit to our location.
[POLICE DISPATCHER.]
Copy that.
Units are en route.
I heard something before I came in.
You hide something? You got a gun? I was making a smoothie.
You want one? [LAUGHING.]
[ROBERTA.]
Your cellies are gonna love you.
Uh-huh.
[LAUGHING.]
- [SNIFFS.]
- [WYATT LAUGHING.]
What do we have here? [LAUGHS AND GRUNTS.]
- What's in the bag, Wyatt? - Oh, come on, and ruin the surprise? You're gonna love it.
Are you scared? Hmm? Maybe you should be.
Oh, my God! [LAUGHING.]
[WYATT GROANING.]
[WYATT LAUGHING.]
Oh, look at your face! Huh? - You're so proud of yourself.
- You're done killing.
Why wouldn't I feel good about that? But I couldn't have killed Noelle if you didn't screw up so bad a year ago.
How do you feel about that? Huh? [SCREAMING AND SOBBING.]
Hey, guys, it's me, Violet.
Today's the most important day of my life and I want to share it with you.
Joe is dead.
No, no, no! And it's all my fault.
I brought the wrath of the Druid on me because because I'm a selfish bitch who doesn't care about anyone but myself.
[SOBBING.]
I don't want to.
Thank you for letting me exploit the pain of others for entertainment.
Most of all, thank you for watching and cheering me on.
I did it, guys.
I'm famous.
No, no, no! - [SCREAMING.]
- [BONES CRACKING.]
[WHIMPERING.]
They're gonna wipe that smile right off your face in prison.
You think I'm afraid? Hmm? They're all gonna love me.
I'm fuckin' famous.
I'm a legend.
I'm the fuckin' Druid.