Slasher (2016) s03e06 Episode Script

- [CRICKETS CHIRPING.]
- [SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
- [CONNOR.]
Here.
- [SAADIA.]
Oh.
- Oops.
[LAUGHS.]
- Careful.
Careful.
[LAUGHS.]
- [JEN.]
We're going in there? - [CONNOR.]
Yeah.
What, no red carpet for the Solstice virgins? Isn't that place condemned? Well, where else are you gonna have a lawless end of the world party? - [SAADIA CHUCKLES.]
- [TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE.]
Here.
[JEN.]
How do you know where you're going? Just following the noise.
It's a huge room.
We'll find it.
[JEN.]
I heard the cops seal it every year, and they just break in again.
- [INDISTINCT NOISE IN BACKGROUND.]
- [CLATTER.]
- Oh, what the fuck? - It's okay.
[CLATTER.]
Always people running around just smashing shit.
This isn't the main room.
You'll love it.
I promise.
[TECHNO MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
Are we sure, guys? We're partying it up while [CONNOR.]
While a psycho killer's on the loose? - [SAADIA.]
Yeah.
- [JEN.]
Well, we're safer together.
Okay? I sure as hell wouldn't want to be alone right now.
We're here.
Come on.
[JEN CHUCKLES.]
Come on, it's in here.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
[CROWD CHEERING.]
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
See? Being here right now is not the worst, right? This is crazy! - [MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
- [PHONE RINGS.]
Yo! Looks like we actually have a reason to celebrate! They caught the killer? They took someone into custody.
My feed is going apeshit.
Who is it? Why'd they do it? Why are they targeting everyone in our building? Um, hello, the nightmare's finally over, and we're in the middle of a lit party in town! Yeah! [CROWD CHEERING.]
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
Whoo! - [MUSIC STOPS.]
- [KEYS JINGLING.]
Dan.
[GRUNTS.]
Watch where you're going, you piece of shit.
Dan, I heard what happened to Cassidy and I'm so sorry.
- Save it.
- No, look, I I just want to offer my condolences.
I know we've had our troubles over the years, but You really get off on this, don't you? Believe it or not, I'm just trying to be a good neighbor.
You want to be a good neighbor, huh? Then mind your own fucking business! - [GLASS BOTTLES CLINK.]
- [INHALES DEEPLY.]
[CLATTER.]
- [KEYS JINGLING.]
- [INHALES DEEPLY.]
[LOCK RATTLES.]
[DOOR SHUTS.]
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
- [DIAL PAD BEEPS.]
- [DIAL TONE RINGS.]
- [EXHALES DEEPLY.]
- [PHONE BUZZES.]
[PHONE BUZZES.]
[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING.]
Save some for me! [COUGHS.]
[LAUGHS.]
- You feeling it? - Yeah.
- Want to dance for a bit? - Sure.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
I have to warn you, Mr.
Olenski, your daughter's face has severe chemical burns.
- [SIGHS.]
- Most people find it easier with photos.
I can cover up sections, - for you, if you like - No.
No.
I want to see her.
[GASPS.]
I want to say goodbye to my baby.
- [SOBS.]
- [BAG UNZIPS.]
[BELCHES.]
[SOBS.]
- [BELL RINGS.]
- [BREATHING SHAKILY.]
Baby.
[DOOR OPENS.]
All right, time to fess up, so we can all go home.
[DOOR SHUTS.]
I did it.
- We have the knife, the costume - [EXHALES DEEPLY.]
and a DNA match with the victim's blood.
You weren't very careful.
Once again we've matched the wounds and the blood to the weapon in your possession.
We've also tracked your social media activity.
I don't have any social media.
Deleting your account doesn't erase it.
We have a record of everything, posts, comments, likes.
You thought that was all gone.
[SCOFFS.]
Jesus.
[BREATHES DEEPLY.]
I don't know who or what this is.
- Really? - Uh-huh.
What about these? [CLICKS TONGUE.]
Oh.
Ah, this is the guy that got his head cut off.
This morning, with your axe.
Oh, yeah, saw it on the news.
I don't own an axe.
Now this This is top-notch.
Yeah.
Wow, what do you think happened to his mouth? Oh! [LAUGHS, EXCLAIMS.]
Fuck fuck off! Look at this! What is this? This isn't this isn't real.
I want to know why you killed them.
Are you just dumping every unsolved murder in front of me to see what I'll do? Because I can look at this shit all day.
They were all former neighbors of Kit Jennings.
What happened? No, I bet you're gonna tell me what you think.
They saw you kill Kit.
A lot of people did.
And they didn't do shit.
- So you made sure they didn't talk.
- No.
No.
You don't see how chickenshit these normals are? I have enough to put you away for a very long time.
Great.
Maybe I'm insane.
Maybe I'll just sit in a hospital all day and fuck nurses.
Hmm? You're not crazy.
This was clearly premeditated.
If you cooperate we can talk to a judge to improve your chances of surviving prison.
I told you I'm rolling in there with a rep.
Right.
You're famous.
You're gonna be a legend.
Well You know what makes you famous inside jail? Huh Being the one who kills a so-called legend.
Knock when you're ready to talk.
[DOOR CREAKS.]
- [DOOR OPENS.]
- [LAUGHS.]
- He's a piece of work.
- [DOOR SHUTS.]
Yeah, he's a piece of somethin'.
[SINGH LAUGHS.]
Get all the evidence we collected from his apartment, and two extra-large coffees.
Okay, tell me you didn't make plans when we caught the guy.
- No, of course not.
- Mm-hmm.
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING.]
[CROWD CHEERING.]
[JEN.]
Mm.
[LAUGHS.]
- Aw! - What up? Come on! - It's not over, is it? - No, happens every year.
Generator blows, or someone trips over a wire.
I'm gonna go find an energy drink.
You want one? Yeah, thanks.
[CROWD CHEERING, CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY.]
MAN: You really think so? [CHARLIE.]
Man, a hundred percent the killers are dead.
I mean, what, you think he just decides to skip town when all the murders start? Please.
He's probably hiding in a cave somewhere.
- [LAUGHS.]
- [CHARLIE.]
Or actually, no, no, no.
No, his wife's in on it too, and she has an axe, and she hides it under the fucking turban she wears.
- [LAUGHS.]
- [CHARLIE.]
Hell, I mean like, why do you think they came here in the first place? Probably to get away from all the sketchy shit they're doing - over in Butt-fuck-istan.
- [LAUGHS.]
[GUNSHOTS IN BACKGROUND.]
[GUNSHOTS.]
- [GUNSHOTS.]
- [BOMB EXPLODES.]
[GROUND TREMBLES.]
[GUNSHOTS.]
- [GUNSHOTS.]
- [PEOPLE SCREAMING.]
[BOMB EXPLODES.]
[CHARLIE.]
Ah, la, la, la! [LAUGHS.]
That's my family you're talking about! You don't know anything about us, you racist piece of shit! Saadia, Saadia, it's okay.
Take it easy.
You, get the fuck outta here! I'm just saying what everyone's thinking.
You okay? That is not what everyone's thinking, okay? - Saad.
- [SOBS.]
[DOOR OPENS, CREAKS.]
[BELL RINGS.]
Cassidy? - [BELL RINGS.]
- Watch me, Daddy.
Baby.
[BELL RINGS.]
- [SCREAMS.]
- [PANTS.]
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[INHALES, EXHALES.]
[PHONE CHIMES.]
[DIAL PAD BEEPS.]
[SIGHS.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[PHONE CHIMES.]
[DOOR SHUTS.]
You crazy bitch.
[KEYS JINGLE.]
[DOOR CREAKS.]
[DOOR SHUTS.]
[SNIFFS.]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING.]
[EXHALES.]
DAN: Pick those up.
[DOOR OPENS.]
Hi, Mr.
Olenski.
I'm, uh, Angel Lopez from down the hall.
Anyway, uh, I'm collecting money, clothing, furniture, or whatever you're willing to spare for a new family of refugees that just moved into our building.
Huh.
You are, are you? - Mm-hmm.
- What's this family's name? The Jalalzais.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Yeah, I'm not interested.
- Look the family fled really horrifying conditions in Afghanistan.
They arrived with almost no money.
If all of us in the building band together, we could help them get a solid start.
[CLICKS TONGUE.]
Band together, huh? - Yeah.
- Who's banding together to help me and my daughter? Oh, uh I'm sorry, Mr.
Olenski.
I've clearly come at a bad time.
The answer is no one.
No one is helping a white man, and his white daughter or the white citizens of this country.
And you coloreds you coloreds, you come here, and you take, - and you take, and you take - [SIGHS.]
You take our wives, you take our mothers, you take our sons.
Okay, I've I've heard more than enough.
- And now you want to take my stuff.
- Uh, mm [CHUCKLES.]
Someone should teach you shits a lesson.
Show you what it's like to really suffer.
[GRUNTS.]
[CLICKS.]
[KEYBOARD CLICKS.]
[CLICKS.]
- [PHONE CHIMES.]
- [HORN BLARING IN DISTANCE.]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING IN BACKGROUND.]
[SIGHS.]
Shit.
[SNICKERING.]
Do not fuck with me today! - This is so done being funny! - I'm still laughing.
- [SIGHS.]
- Yeah, sulfuric acid on the face of the selfie slut, dissecting the biology teacher, I mean - the killer's a funny guy.
- You're gross.
You're not so brave without your big bro around, are you? I can do whatever I want to you right now and no one would know.
I could even use my big axe.
They arrested the druid.
Oh, yeah? What if I told you that they got the wrong guy? [METAL CLANKS.]
You'll always be the wrong guy, Charlie.
- [DOOR OPENS.]
- [WOOD CREAKS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
["THE TURN AROUND" PLAYING.]
Are you okay? [MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
Charlie's a douchebag.
Just forget about him.
It's not just Charlie.
It's I mean, a guy was murdered a year ago today after leaving this same party and now people are they're dressing up like the murderer, like it's fun.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
But it's kind of fun, right? I mean, like, when we dress up as zombies, you know, and ghouls and ghosts, yeah, we're basically just giving death a big fuck you.
Tonight feels like the same thing.
I guess.
People around here, they don't they don't know what death's like.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
Not you.
I know you and Jen you get it but the idiots in these costumes, they don't understand death like you and me.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
What happened to you, where you grew up? I mean, if if you ever want to tell me you can.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
I lived with my grandparents.
My parents, all of us.
The war drove us from our homes.
My aunts, uncles, cousins.
Everyone ended up there.
It was crowded, but happy.
My grandfather also took in some rebels.
I don't think they were with us even a week, but he took them in because, to him community included everyone and you didn't say no to someone who needed help.
Yeah.
Somehow, the military found out and they killed everyone.
I saw them die and then, they burned them tossed their bodies in a [SIGHS.]
in a fire and I couldn't do anything.
I hid.
The smoke and smell of my burning family all around me.
When my parents came home with my brother, they they found me hiding, covered in blood and soot.
Jesus.
I'm cursed.
Even here.
Everywhere I go, I'm surrounded by death.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
Know what? I I don't believe that.
I don't.
Curses are bullshit.
All that stuff that happens to us randomly, it's it's just bad luck and bad timing.
It's the stuff we do the decisions that we make in the face of all of that.
That's what really matters.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING.]
[DOOR OPENING.]
Who the hell doesn't have a smartphone or a computer these days? A nut job.
Or a killer covering his tracks.
- He's got a burner phone.
- [SIGHS.]
No recent internet history.
Either this guy went off the grid a year ago.
because he got spooked after killing Kit Or he's been planning these murders for a year.
Five murders in 15 hours.
No way he pulled that off accidentally.
And we're tearing around the city just trying to catch up to him.
I mean, he was shocked by the dissection photo.
Didn't feel like a put on.
Maybe he's trying to get in your head.
I mean, the guy's a freak.
He's clearly got problems with women.
Yeah.
I mean, all the murders with the women were involved, complicated acid, dissection, bloodletting upside down.
Exactly.
The guy is quick, blunt, violent, so if he has issues with women maybe with you there, he sees the bodies and he reacts.
But he had the bloody weapon and his costume when I kicked the door in the knife from a year ago.
So why keep that and toss everything else? [SIGHS.]
You need to check the dumpsters, alleys, garbage cans throughout the neighborhood.
We need anything that pins him to these other murders.
I mean, he he could've dumped that stuff anywhere.
Okay, I don't care if you gotta get up to your neck in the local dump, Singh.
He left traces somewhere.
That's the job.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[THUMP.]
- [SQUEALING.]
- Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing here? You know I don't back down.
So what's your damage? Why don't you just leave me alone? DAN: Leave you alone? What, is this your idea of fun, huh? You're making up some bullshit story to lure me down here? - You're the one who told me to come here.
- The fuck I did! Why would I want to be down here with someone like you? Just look.
You're fuckin' nuts, you know that? Making up emails from me, sending them to me? I didn't send anything! This is your idea! - Oh, yeah, yeah.
- What? [DIAL PAD BEEPS.]
Yeah, no, I didn't send that.
- Bullshit! - Why would I? Look, I never mocked what happened to Cassidy.
And how would I know, huh? I don't know what your little fucked up plan is.
Know what? You're crazier than I thought.
[DOOR KNOB RATTLING.]
Gimme a fuckin' break, huh? Get outta there before you break a fuckin' nail.
[RATTLING CONTINUES.]
Argh! You fuckin' locked us in here! No, Dan, and I didn't send that fuckin' email! And I didn't send a fuckin' email, either! Someone catfished us.
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[PANTING.]
Why would anybody do this? [PANTS.]
That's what I'm worried about.
You've got some fuckin' nerve, Dan! That's no way to greet a neighbor, now is it? [JUSTINE.]
Another noise complaint.
That is two.
Three and we get charged.
[SIGHS.]
Well if you dykes could have a conversation without breaking every Goddamn dish in your place, there wouldn't be a problem.
- You're such a - [ANGEL.]
Why don't you keep - your bigoted bullshit to yourself? - And why don't you back up your words with some actions, tough guy? DAN: Come on.
Ha.
Ah, I thought so, ya fuckin' pussy queer.
Angel Angel, we need your help.
Dan is harassing us and the landlord doesn't care, so maybe if you started a campaign or something.
Yeah, no.
No.
I mean, Dan is definitely a homophobic asshole, but those noise complaints are valid.
I didn't get any sleep last night.
- Mom, let's just go.
- I I thought of all the people - who would have our backs - Oh, you mean like you had Kit's back with that tweet of yours? See, the funny thing about actions, Justine, is that they all have consequences.
Yeah? So, the next time you need somebody's help don't mock their dead friend.
[DOOR SHUTS.]
Come on.
Argh! [ANGEL.]
I can't fuckin' believe this.
Yeah, well, you better believe it.
Someone tricked us.
Who the fuck would trick us? The fuckin' druid, stupid! No.
No, no way.
The the police caught someone a few hours ago.
[SCOFFS.]
For a queer, you have an awful lot of faith in the cops.
- [FOOTSTEPS TAPPING.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- Hey! - [SIGHS.]
DAN: Is there anybody out there? We're trapped in here! Who knows this room exists? How should I know? Do I look like the fuckin' janitor? - Who the fuck you calling? - 9-1-1.
Fuck! My phone isn't working down here.
Oh, what a surprise.
This beast? This beast will get a signal in a whale's pussy.
[SIGHS.]
This this bad boy - [SCOFFS.]
Shit! - [LAUGHS.]
You shut the fuck up, you hear me? There's nothing funny about this, all right? Calm the hell down, okay? That's not gonna help us get out.
Don't tell me what to do, all right? Because I will happily kick the shit out of you! [DUBSTEP MUSIC PLAYING.]
[LAUGHS.]
- To pee or not to pee? - That is the question.
It's that way, through the door, to the left.
Need me to come stand guard so, you know Just be careful, okay? Holler for me if anything's up.
[MUSIC CONTINUES.]
[MUSIC CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND.]
- [CHARLIE.]
Hey.
- [GASPS.]
[SIGHS.]
Charlie.
Well, it's just the girl I wanted to run into for a little alone time.
You know, you really need to learn how to take a fuckin' joke.
I used to think you were so cool and you're so exotic, so different from all the other girls at school.
But nope.
Nope, no, no.
Turns out you're worse than all of them combined.
I mean, you're even more uptight than that dumb fucking cunt, Jen.
Don't you call her that.
Okay, arguing with me isn't gonna help your case.
But you know what might? [PANT UNZIPS.]
An apology.
Please.
- Hey, don't - Don't touch me.
Now, that didn't sound like an apology to me.
I'm very sorry, Charlie.
Yeah? Now, did you mean that? I know, deep down, you're a really good guy.
Yeah.
Exactly.
So I'm gonna head back to the party now, okay? Okay, Charlie? So soon? What? You mean you don't want some of this? All right.
- Sure.
- [PANT ZIPS.]
Go.
[SIGHS.]
Fuckin' bitch.
[GRUNTS, SCREAMS, GURGLES.]
[GRUNTS.]
- [BLADE SLASHES.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[GURGLES.]
[DUBSTEP MUSIC PLAYING.]
What's wrong? Can we go home now, please? - Did something happen? - Nothing.
Nothing, really.
I Uh, today's been totally insane, and I'm wiped.
Can we go home? Yeah, yeah, of course.
I'll text Jen.
She's just getting junk food.
Please tell me she got nachos.
Oh, and and ice cream, chocolate caramel swirl.
Oh, you mean like us.
Come on.
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
- This is all your fault, you know that? - [SIGHS.]
This is all your fault.
You couldn't just leave me alone, huh? You know, if you didn't spend all your time antagonizing me, - I wouldn't fuckin' - I'm antagonizing you? Yeah, yeah, you are, flaunting your lifestyle in my face.
- My lifestyle.
That's great.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's a real fuckin' party for you people every day, huh? The sex, the drugs, the shitty music, dancing in the streets like fuckin' assholes.
It's called a pride parade, you fuckin' moron.
- Oh, ho, ho.
- And it's for our rights.
One measly day out of the whole Goddamn year to stand up for our rights.
I'm sorry, I was too busy raising my kid.
Oh, and what a bang-up job you did there, huh? Fuck you.
[PHONE CLANKS.]
[ANGEL.]
Great.
- You know fuck all about my life.
- Oh, is that right, Angel? Why don't you just shut the fuck up? What are you gonna do, huh? What the fuck you gonna do, huh, Mary? What the fuck are you gonna do? Are you gonna fuckin' hit me? Huh? Is little Angel gonna get upset and hit me? I thought you saved all your rough stuff for the bedroom for your dead boyfriend, that fuckin' piece of shit.
Shut the fuck up! [GROANS.]
[MUTED COMMOTION.]
[GRUNTS.]
- [ANGEL EXCLAIMING.]
- [DAN GRUNTS.]
- [GROANS.]
- How could you? That's my fuckin' fault? Your kid fuckin' hates your guts and that's my fuckin' fault? You got a raw deal in life, huh, and that's my fuckin' fault? - [GROANS.]
- Huh, Dan? - [COUGHS.]
- You motherfuckin' asshole.
Welcome to my little fuckin' life! - Don't kill me.
[GROANS.]
- [ANGEL PANTING.]
[SPITS.]
[PANTS.]
[PANTS.]
Get out.
[PANTS.]
[SIGHS.]
Oh, fuck.
[BREATHES DEEPLY.]
[GROANS.]
Oh, fuck.
Dan.
Dan? Dan! Dan! Shit.
[BREATHES DEEPLY.]
Dan - [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
- The guys are on the garbage.
- Figured it'd be better if I helped you.
- [HANSON.]
Probably right.
I'm trying to find some pattern.
I mean, Kit and Noel were messy.
No visible footprints, no cleanup at the crime scene, out in the public.
I mean, even the knife was textbook crime of passion.
The rest of the murders were methodical.
Unintended.
Showy, demonstrative.
A decapitated head as a hood ornament, acid to the face, dissection.
Death by espresso machine.
They were all done with purpose.
They were a message to someone.
Decapitation could be directed at Frank's wife.
Coffee shop attacked his girlfriend, Amy.
More cruelty to women, even if it is killing men.
- Or it's jealousy.
- Then Cassidy? Was that a message to Dan Olenski? And Kaili was single, no family, so her death was a message to her students? Someone's jealous of their friend's grades and then it all falls apart.
- Fuck it.
- Huh? Wyatt's not giving us any answers.
Noel is the only one who didn't live in the building.
Grab a stack of his mug shots.
Someone saw this guy.
Someone there knows.
Okay, okay, so they ran out of chocolate caramel swirl, so I got chocolate, butterscotch, gummy worms and chocolate chips to put inside.
- You're sure you're not a stoner? - [LAUGHS.]
I just live with one.
Connor keeps the store in business.
[SAADIA.]
Oh, man.
Our building looks haunted.
- Guess it kind of is.
- Ugh.
You sound like Amber.
[SAADIA SCOFFS.]
Who would haunt an apartment with fucking pink walls - and tropical wallpaper? - [LAUGHS.]
[POLICE RADIO SQUAWKING.]
I thought they caught the druid.
They probably still have to, like you know, guard the rooms of all the people - that were murdered for evidence.
- [JEN.]
Hmm.
[SAADIA.]
Living in a crime scene.
For some reason, having that cop here makes me feel less safe.
I should probably run and check on Amber.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING.]
- And then there were two.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Yeah.
- And a ton of ice cream.
[SAADIA LAUGHS.]
Uh, we could go hang out in my room.
Um well, but - Family stuff? - Yeah.
I get it.
We can hit up my apartment.
Dope.
[PANTS.]
- Fuck - No, no, no! Don't, don't, don't! - Ah, fuck! - Get the fuck off me! Get up! - [BOTH GROAN.]
- Fuck! Goddamn fuck! [BOTH GRUNT, SCREAM.]