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Fuck.
Oh God. Guys, I don't feel so good.
I think I need a minute.
- Twenty bucks says she spews chunks. - I'm not taking that bet.
Too many cosmos Clare!
Shut up. I am fine, dummy.
Aren't you nice?
- Oh, no. That's disgusting. - It's a brand new one.
I think it's safe to assume we're not going to the aforementioned after-party.
Not too interested in partying with a bunch of coked-up bros.
Plus now I have to deal with little Miss Puke breath over here.
- I'm fine you skank-ass bitches. - Ew!
Let's puke and rally.
Puke and R...
- Somebody's got a booty call. - Slut.
- What was this guy's name anyways? - Griffith.
- That sounds like a totally made-up name. - No.
I think it's like regal, like a knight in shining armor.
Stranger danger.
He seems like a nice guy. What could it hurt?
Oh, Jesus Christ. You barely know this dude.
For all you know he could be a raging serial killer.
I bet he doesn't even bother to wash his legs when he showers.
Exactly... what?
Are you two going home now, back to your doing babysitting duty?
Fuck you, hooker. I'm not a baby. I'm a grown ass...
- No... - Our ride is arriving soon.
Come with us. I got boxed wine at home.
We can put on our onesies and we can watch crappy horror flicks.
I'm going to take my chances with the serial killer.
It's because she definitely wants the D.
- I can't believe you two. - All right, he's here.
Just text me with his address when you get to his house, just in case.
- I'll be fine. - Be safe.
Come on. Bye.
Bye-bye.
Why are you doing this to me?
Fuck this guy.
Asshole. Men.
Someone there?
Hello?
You mess with me
you're going to get a faceful of bear mace motherfucker.
What?
Hell, no.
What the fuck.
What the fuck?
Oh my God.
Help me.
Welcome to the Murdershow.
Help me.
Police are hesitant to make a connection to the latest spree of murderers,
but there appear to be some glaring similarities.
Yeah, I was walking the old dog here
and I saw what I thought was a mannequin laying on the ground,
just off the path down by the ravine.
- Was it a mannequin? - Oh, hell no, it was a little girl.
She's all chopped to bits.
The dismembered remains of an unidentified Caucasian woman
have been found scattered in a ravine near Interstate 5.
Thank you for joining me today. I just have a quick statement.
We are currently investigating a series of murders that may be connected.
This morning we discovered the remains of what appear to be three more victims.
There is a theory online that these deaths are coming from some death cult.
The Romero county coroner has released one of the names of the victims.
Seattle resident, Amanda Newton.
Amanda is the sister of Ethan Newton that infamous podcaster
who has a track record of ruffling those police feathers.
Amanda had been missing for two weeks before her body was found among the remains.
With no end in sight, this killing spree has the entire city on edge
and looking to the Seattle Police Department for answers.
This is an ongoing investigation.
There are many details that we have yet to sort through.
What I can tell you
is that the Seattle Police Department is investigating this case tirelessly
and we will find those responsible.
Can you give us the names of the other victims?
As I said it's an ongoing investigation.
Once we have further facts, we'll provide them.
Are you sure this isn't just another case of more sloppy police work
coming out of your department?
- Good day. - Can you answer the question, detective?
- All right. All right. - No, come on, guys.
The only question I'm left with is did the jury make the wrong decision
or did the police yet again mishandle a murder investigation
and let a killer go free?
- I know the answer to that. - Bigboyblue69, you're on if it bleeds.
- You think you're so smart, don't you? - Not necessarily.
I got Cs. What did you get?
I'm going to get a hard on watching you die, scumbag.
Ooh, I think he likes you.
Did you ever think about all the lives you're ruining with all these lies
and bullshit about the police department?
The people, by the way, who protect assholes like you.
I'm going to take a shot in the dark here.
Are you wearing a Blue Lives Matter shirt right now
with matching hat?
You ain't funny dip shit.
This podcast sucks just like your blog
and one day you're going to get what's coming to you.
This guy subscribes to your blog. I don't even subscribe to your blog.
BigboyBlue69. That's not nice.
Or should I say Trevor Lancaster?
What?
We got your IP address when you logged into the stream.
That's not my name, Douchebag.
Oh but it is, Officer Trevor Lancaster of the NYPD.
You live on Fairmont Lane in Brooklyn.
Listen, Trevor, buddy.
I don't hate cops.
No, I just want to make sure they're doing their jobs,
not sitting on the couch at home, getting angry at some podcast.
Does the 69 in your name pertain to what year you were born or?
Anonymous caller, you're on the air.
Looks like he's got one of those mechanical toothbrushes.
Full moon, all the weirdos are out.
Alrighty then. That's it for this episode.
If you liked what you hear, make sure to like, comment, and subscribe.
Join us next week
when we blow the lid off a sinister cold case file in New Orleans
with, A Hard Death in the Big Easy.
Phew. Pretty good!
- We are getting better. - As angry cop calls are getting pretty frequent.
- Yeah, somebody's got to watch the watchdogs. - Yeah.
- What are you doing tonight? - I've got plans.
Plans. What?
Sitting in your tiny apartment in your tighty whities playing video games?
That's very funny.
No, you should come out with us.
Being the third wheel for you and your girlfriend does not exactly sound appealing.
- I thought you liked Amber. - I love Amber.
- I just don't like you. - Aha.
Well, have fun with your 13-year-old kids dropping F-bombs.
It's okay.
Hey mom. What?
- What's happening? - I have to go to Seattle.
- Seattle. - My sister.
- Ethan? - Hey Kate.
Oh, my God. It's so good to see you.
I didn't know you were in town.
I'm in town a couple of days helping my mom with the funeral arrangements.
- Hey, Clare. - Hey.
We didn't see you at the funeral.
No, I was there.
My mom wanted me to go up and say something for Mandy,
but I just couldn't get myself up there.
It was really hard for me to.
She was my closest family member.
I should go.
I'm supposed to set up Mandy's memory table at the reception.
Are you guys coming?
I wanted to, but I have to work.
My boss is being a major bitch,
and she's making me work late on this big project.
Oh, okay.
Are you still working for that clothing designer?
Yeah. She's such a ballbuster.
She's got this big show coming up and she's making us hustle
and work like it has to be done yesterday.
Are you still doing that, True Crime podcast?
- Yes, I am. - That's awesome.
Okay, so let's get together before you go back to the East Coast,
we could do coffee and catch up.
Yes, that sounds good.
- Bye Clare. - Bye, Ethan.
- It was really nice seeing you again. - Nice to see you too.
Test. This is Ethan.
I am standing outside my sister's apartment building.
It has been exactly one week since her body was found dumped in a ravine.
We buried her today.
This is all very surreal.
Mandy's apartment is an absolute mess.
The telltale signs of a police investigation are everywhere.
Her things have been strewn around the apartment.
There is black fingerprint ink on the doorways and handles.
- Hey mom. - Hey. Why aren't you at the reception?
I was there.
- I set up Mandy's memory table and left. - Oh. Yeah.
You did a wonderful job with that.
I just had to get out of there.
It felt like everyone was watching me.
No, I don't think they intended to stare. They loved your sister and you.
No, they loved her.
- You were right the first part. - They love you too, Ethan.
Well, are you coming back to the reception? The family keeps asking about you.
- I'm at Mandy's apartment. - Oh no. Ethan.
The detective said we should not go there until they're finished their investigation.
You should not be in there.
It looks like they finished their investigation. The place is a mess.
- Don't touch anything, okay? - I won't.
You should be here with the family.
- Why would you go there? - I had to do something for Mandy.
I thought maybe because I'm her brother,
I would notice if something was out of place.
Well, the police assured us they're doing everything they can.
- Yes, I'm sure they are. - You can come home, stay at home.
That's okay. I don't want to be a burden.
- I booked the hotel, remember? - You are not a burden.
You are all I've got left now, it's just you and me.
No, I really want you to come and stay at home.
I just want you to know, I never wanted you to leave.
We had our differences.
I understand, but you are my son, Ethan.
I love you.
Okay.
I will come stay with you.
Good.
Okay. I'll see you later then.
The key is still under the front doormat, if I'm not home.
Okay, bye.
Ethan?
No. No. What the fuck?
Hey, dude.
Out here because my husband hates the vape.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
He thinks he's going to give me popcorn lung.
It's freaking crazy.
- Okay. Goodnight. - Bye. Hun.
Holy shit.
- You scared the crap out of me, Mom. - I'm sorry honey.
I thought you heard me come in the front door.
No, I was out back. Okay, let me grab this.
- Is everything okay? - It's fine. I thought I saw
never mind.
It's nothing.
Okay.
I don't know if I remember where anything goes.
It's been a long time since I unloaded groceries in this house.
It's been a long time.
- You had to work late? - Sort of.
I had to get Mandy's affairs in order.
I had to get copies of her death certificate
and get her credit cards, her bank accounts
and utility bills shut down.
Well, I could have helped you with all that.
No, it's okay. I, I can take care of it.
Just can't, I still can't believe I'm doing it for Mandy.
It isn't fair, Ethan.
She had so much life to live, so much potential.
A mother should not have to bury her daughter.
I know, mom. I know.
How can someone do that to her?
I don't know but I'm going to find some answers I promise.
- I'm sorry. Did I poke? - Yes.
- Please tell me this is not the new dress. - Yes.
- For the summer line. - Oh my God, Kate, this is fucking horrendous.
We can't have our fucking models walking down the runway
in this disgusting last season shit.
God, this dress looks like it's from prom in 1984.
I think that you liked that this looks like shit.
Yeah, this is part of your game here or something.
You want to ruin my life and my fucking reputation?
No, of course not.
Then why the fuck would you spend two fucking days
working on this disgusting, drab disaster of a garment?
She looks like she ate a purple popsicle
shit it out, and then she put it together on a dress.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
We have six more dresses to get done by Monday, Kate.
I'm sorry.
I thought this is what you wanted when you signed off on the design?
Oh, bull fucking shit, I would've never signed off
on this unfashionable sack of rubbish.
You're going to need to fix it, tonight.
- No, I can't tonight. I have plans. - I have plans tonight.
No you fucking don't.
You don't have any friends. I never hear your phone ping.
My phone's pinging all the time.
I have plans tonight, and as your boss, I need you to work late.
That's final,
or else, maybe you need to find another place to work.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
- Yes. - Great.
Fucking fix it.
Holy shit. Jason.
Yes ma'am.
See you next Tuesday.
I heard that.
- Ethan? - Oh hey.
I was wondering if you wanted to have that talk.
I've had really strange things happen to me recently.
I can leave as soon as my boss goes home.
I just have to come back and do some overtime.
- Meet you at the coffee shop in an hour? - Okay. Yes, an hour.
Give me your phone.
- Here's my number. - Thanks.
- See you in an hour. - See you.
Kate? Where are the fucking fabric swatches?
I asked you for them over an hour ago.
I'm coming, nasty bitch.
- Oh, I fucking heard that. - You're the nasty bitch.
You're a nasty bitch.
How have you been dealing with everything?
Not great.
I feel helpless, like I betrayed her,
but I know I couldn't have done anything
and I still feel all the guilt.
Same.
- I think someone's following me. - Did you see someone?
No. It was too dark.
I've also been receiving weird emails and disturbing photos.
One of you and Mandy.
What? How? Let me see the picture.
I can't, it disappeared before I could save it.
I think they're also using my phone to take pictures of me.
How could they control your phone?
What are you talking about?
I don't know, but if they could hack Mandy's computer and my phone,
I think we're dealing with some very sophisticated hackers.
What else did they send you?
They sent me photos of Mandy's autopsy.
It's horrible.
Why would someone do something like that?
- I don't know. - How could they get a hold of those photos?
That's why I need to know everything you know.
Is there something you didn't tell the police?
There was one thing.
You know how Mandy and I used to try and scare each other all the time?
Yes. With the Ouija boards and all-night slash movie marathons.
We were stuck for months together in quarantine
and we started looking at this thing called the Dark Web.
It's a place where you can be absolutely anonymous.
Really shady shit happens on there,
like websites that sell drugs.
I heard you could even hire a hitman.
Anything shitty you can think of is on there.
Mandy showed me the site that had live executions on it.
They're called redrums.
Why Redrum?
It sounds like murder backwards, like the kid from the Shining Redrum.
Yes, I get it.
The site was called MurderShow.
Every 14 days they would host another.
People would pay in crypto to see the killing live.
- They'd just to watch? - No, it was interactive.
People would make their bid and really bad stuff would happen.
- Now this is real? - Yes.
- Why wouldn't you tell the police that? - You got to understand.
We assumed it was all fake,
like rubber knives and special effects.
Then one of the viewers offered to pay our bid,
so Mandy jokingly said, "Cut her nails,"
and instead,
they killed her, cut her throat.
- That's why you didn't tell the cops? - Yes. We murdered that girl.
You can't blame yourself. They killed that girl. Not you.
It was soon after that Mandy went missing.
We need to look at that website.
The address always changes. You need someone to send you a link.
- How'd you end up with one? - I don't know. Mandy did it on her laptop.
I have a friend who could help us. Shadow Monkey.
- Shadow Monkey. - He's a hacker.
He real name is Lester
but online people started calling him Molester, so he needed to change it.
Wait, I just remembered something. There was a video.
- What video? - It was called Murdershow.
We have never formally introduced ourselves.
We are the darkness.
The shadows.
We are fear.
Humanity lives in a world in what they believe to be reality.
All of our messages contain codes.
Solve them. Find our redrum
and we will find you.
Murdershow.
I think I saw something. Let me go back.
Right there. See that?
- Those letters? - Yes. It's a Playfair cipher.
I saw it written in Mandy's apartment.
I didn't clue into what it was before.
- What is it? - A manual symmetric encryption cipher.
It's like a puzzle that hides a message.
Our father taught us the technique.
Mandy always understood it better than I did.
Her and dad left each other notes and different codes.
- What does this code say? - I can find a decoder online.
- Look. - Oh shit.
- This is odd. - Text message?
Yes, but there's no number attached.
Isn't that impossible?
All of our messages contain codes.
Solve them. Find our redrum
and we will find you.
Murdershow.
That video is twisted, bro. Really fucking twisted.
- Have you seen it before? - No, man.
I like to keep my entertainment light like watching memes,
cat videos, granny porn.
You are messing with some dark shit here, bro.
Apparently, clues in this video point you to the site.
Have you heard of these redrums?
Hells yes, but they're more like urban legends,
not like Bigfoot or little green-ass UFO dudes.
We need to find the site.
These guys can hack your computer and your phone,
and you want me to fuck with them?
You're tripping, bro.
Why don't you let the Seattle POPO handle this?
You always brag about how badass your hacking skills are.
My hacking skills are legendary badass, buddy.
Look, I'd like to help both of you,
but I've got a sensitive online operation going on here.
Oh, yes. I know.
Your stupid fucking website where you leak all the big movies and video games.
That's such a scumbag thing to do.
I can't believe the FBI hasn't shut you down yet.
Oh, scumbag. Who are you calling a scumbag?
- Ew. - Sorry babe, it's the maid's day off.
The FBI have tried. They are tenacious little fucks.
I had to move all of my servers overseas,
but I'm doing service for the people here, man.
The movie companies, they make enough money,
it doesn't hurt their bottom line, so they can suck my limp dick.
Whatever, dude, it's just dumb.
I just want to find this website before they kill another girl.
We need to expose it. It has to be stopped.
Have you ever considered if you fuck with their business,
they will come after you?
I guarantee you, they're already after me.
And you come here? Fucking great.
You come here? Jesus. Fuck.
They killed my sister, man. They have to be stopped.
Will you quit being such a selfish fucking piece of shit
for three seconds and help us?
Hello. Those are harsh words, man.
Okay.
I will help you.
Just chillax for a second. Okay?
Just calm your titties.
There's a lot of new information here, dude.
There's a lot of things I have to process.
- Really, you're going to get high? - No, man.
I'm already high as fuck.
I'm offering some to your lady friend here.
- No, thanks. - Are you sure?
It's good stuff, indica, makes you melt, in da couch.
Fuck you, dude -Indica?
No.
Okay. Okay. Send me the dates.
Let me see what I can figure out. I practically live on the deep dark web.
I will find the clues in the viral video,
and I will find this fucking Murdershow. Okay?
Now, be gone.
Is that guy for real?
Okay. Yes, he's a bit eccentric but he's helped me solve six cold cases.
He might be a maniac but he really does know what he's talking about.
- Okay. I trust you. - I think we should call the cops right now.
I think I still have the detective's card that interviewed me last week.
His name was, Sawchuck, detective Sawchuck.
What the hell?
There's something wrong with my phone. Can I try yours?
- What is it? - A shit ton of messages from my boss.
- I have to go back into work. - Really? At this hour?
I have to do more overtime on that project.
Can we just go see the detective in the morning?
- Yes, I guess so. - I doubt he would even still be there.
- It's pretty late. - Yes.
That's true.
It should take me a few hours. Text me later?
Are you sure you don't want me to wait with you?
No. I work better alone. Just text me in like two hours.
- Okay. Two hours. - Bye.
God, you're kidding me. Stupid fucking breaker.
Yes.
Hello. Is someone there?
Oh, my gosh, you creepy bitch.
Hey, is everything okay?
I heard some weird noises in here.
I'll feel better if I have someone to talk to while I work.
Is that okay?
Yes, of course. No problem.
I'm just doing some research.
What did you hear?
The front door chime, but the door was locked,
so it's probably nothing.
- Do you want me to come over there? - No, it's okay.
I just need to see a friendly face while I work.
A friendly face?
You have one of those faces, friendly and handsome.
I've never understood why you're single.
I don't know. Aren't you single too?
Yes, single.
I've just been so busy with work, I don't really have time to date.
Yes.
No, that's totally my thing too,
between the podcast and the blog and everything.
That's a shame, you're a very nice guy.
You're going to make some girl very, very happy.
Since we're throwing around compliments,
you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met.
I always wanted to ask you out but Mandy made it pretty clear you were off-limits.
- Wow. - I'm sorry, I overstepped.
No, I'm glad you said that because I have something to admit too.
Shit, come on.
- What is it? - Breaker blew again.
Goddamnit.
Okay, stay with me while I turn it back on.
I think I heard something.
If there is someone out there,
I want to warn you I am armed, you motherfucker.
I think I should head over there.
Probably is just the breaker. This part of it always creeps me out so bad.
Why is that?
It looks like rows of body bags.
Oh, shit. Yes, that is creepy.
Wait, what was that?
- What? - I just saw someone cross behind you.
- Are you serious? - Yes. I saw someone back there.
Ethan, that's not funny if you're fucking playing a joke.
Okay. I'm not joking. I saw someone behind you.
- You're scaring me. - You need to get out of there, right now.
I can hear a music box. Can you hear that?
Oh my God, look.
Get out of there now.
Run.
Kate, Kate, where are you?
Kate, what happened?
Who the fuck are you? You better not touch her.
Do you understand? Do you know who I am?
I will find you, and I will kill you.
You are dead, motherfucker.
Help, somebody help me.
Let me out of here.
- Who's there? - Hello. Help me.
I can't.
They kidnapped me, and they locked me in this room.
They did that to me too. Okay. Just try and remain calm.
If you yell and scream, it only gets worse. Trust me.
- Who is doing this? - I don't know.
- What's your name? - It's Clare.
- Clare? - Yes.
Clare Russell?
Yes.
- How did you know? - It's Kate.
Kate?
Kate.
Oh my God, Kate. No.
Oh my God.
They got you too.
Yes, they caught me just after I left Mandy's funeral.
Oh my God. Why are they doing this to us?
I don't know.
No, no, no, no. Please stop.
Don't hurt me. Please. Please. Stop. Stop.
No. Leave her alone.
Leave her alone you fucking bastards.
No. No. No.
Clare, can you hear me?
Clare? Say something.
No, no. Don't you fucking touch me with that.
No, no, no, no. Please don't. Please don't. No.
So your girlfriend got abducted, huh?
Yes. By someone in a mask and she's not my girlfriend.
You interviewed her, about my sister's dis...
Yes, I take notes.
What kind of mask?
It looked like a doll or something. It was all cracked and grungy looking.
- Did you try contacting her? - Yes. She isn't answering her cell.
It's 4:00 A.M.
Maybe that's got something to do with it.
I was on FaceTime with her when they kidnapped her.
I'm just going to throw this out there.
Maybe she was playing a trick on you. Did you think about that?
- A joke? Really? - Oh, you never know.
She told me that her and Mandy were into some pretty dark and disturbing stuff,
playing tricks on each other.
That doesn't make sense. She wouldn't do that to me.
Well, it makes more sense
than someone in a clown mask kidnapping her.
Don't you think?
Listen, I think whoever did this to Kate
might be the same people who took my sister.
Come on, you don't see a connection?
I didn't see anything. You did.
It's too early to file a missing person's report.
The only thing we have to go on
is your word and your word
is dog piss in my books.
You're the asshole with the blog and the podcast
that wrote an article slamming the Seattle Police Department
for being incompetent.
That was about one case. I never slammed the Seattle Po...
I quote,
"A corrupt and incompetent police force, bereft of honor and dignity."
If you forgive my incompetence,
when I say you should go home and sleep it the fuck off.
You smell like you've been smoking weed all day.
Didn't you send a car to check on Kate's store?
Yes, and they reported back.
No forced entry, no suspicious activity, all locked up.
Great. That's just fucking great.
I was right. This department is fucking incompetent.
Bloggers.
Oh my God.
Please let me go.
Please. I won't tell anyone.
No, let him go, you fucking bastards.
Let him go.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
You're hurting him.
Please stop. Stop hurting him.
Stop. Oh my God.
Fuck you.
- Oh my God. - No. No.
Kate, are you there?
Oh my God, Clare, it is so good to hear your voice.
I thought they killed you.
I don't understand any of this, Kate.
I am so scared.
What are we going to do?
I don't know. We'll just stay strong.
You're my best friend, Kate. I just want you to know
If you do make it out of here alive,
can you please let my mom know that I love her?
No. No, no, no. Don't say that.
You're going to make it out of here.
I'm going to die in here.
Drop your cocks and grab your socks. I think I found it.
Wow. How'd you do it?
What are you doing with your phone, man? I thought it was compromised.
- You shouldn't even. - I know.
- I just need a picture to show the cops. - Turn it off.
Okay.
I have connections bro, I asked around, someone sent me a link.
- Wait, what? Who? - I don't know who, man.
I just checked my email and there it was. It was a Tor link.
- Shit. - What?
That's how they found Kate and Mandy.
They supplied the link.
- Who? The bad guys? - Yes.
- That means they know who you are. - Dude, that's impossible.
I use several VPNs, proxies, I even forged a fake IP address,
they do not know who I am.
- What? - I'm untraceable, man.
I cover my tracks.
Your web cam. Is it on? The red light.
Yes, that means it's on.
Why the fuck is it on?
- They know what I look like. - Calm down.
- Fuck. - Calm down.
- Fuck. - Where are you going now?
Getting protection.
Okay, let those scary motherfuckers come.
What about me? Do you have another gun?
No, but I got this.
This will protect you. It's got a can opener.
Wow. Thanks.
God. These are sick fucks.
That's why we need to find the IP address.
That's not so easy on the dark web, man.
The whole system's based on anonymity.
- It's going to take some time. - Okay, do it.
Look at that counter.
We only have a couple of days until the next kill.
Wait. Holy shit.
They have Clare.
Click on Kate's.
- We need to find that IP address now. - I'm fucking on it, man. I'm fucking on it.
Okay, what is it this time? I thought we were too incompetent.
I'm sorry about the article.
I was a very angry person back then. I wrote a lot of stuff I didn't mean.
Oh, you got all the Clickbait out of your system now?
I don't write articles like that anymore.
We found the Murdershow.
I'm having a hard time believing you about that website.
We need evidence.
- You have a link or something? - It's a dark web link.
You need a special browser to access it,
but I took some pictures on my phone.
- Okay. - They're right here.
You, all right?
I seem to have wasted your time.
- What? - Forget about it.
- I won't bother you with this again. - The hell you won't.
- Goodnight. - Hey, wait a minute.
The fuck is he so fast?
Come on, work baby. Work baby. Work baby.
- Yo. - They know everything.
- Who is this? - It's Ethan.
- What phone number are you calling from? - It's a burner. They know everything.
- Where are you, man? - I'm on my way to you.
You need to get out of there. They're watching everything.
The phones, the computers, every goddamn thing.
What the fuck are you talking about?
I went to show Detective Sawchuck the screenshots we had.
All that shit was gone from my phone.
They replaced it all with photos of their victims.
Holy fucking shit.
I think they might try and frame us for the murders.
What? How could they do that man?
- I found the fucking IP address, bro. - You did?
Oh my God. Write it down and get out of there.
Hello? Hello?
Oh yes, bitches.
Shit.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
You fucking whore.
God, fuck, oh my God.
You fucking psycho, you cut off my hand.
Fuck. Look, you guys are gonna pay for this.
We know where you're broadcasting from. We have your fucking asses.
Fuck you too. I won't.
Now, listen to me, listen to me, I'll fucking pay you, I've got money,
in my bag, in my bag look into my wallet.
There's a thousand dollars there just take it, just take it.
Look, see, I'm not lying, I'm not lying, just take it.
I'll wipe everything off my computer, and I won't say anything, just...
No.
Yes.
Oh, God. Claire, no.
No. No.
Please. Please help.
Somebody help me. Please.
No. Help.
Please. Please. Please. Help me.
Please help me. Please.
Please just... Help.
You motherfuckers. Let her go.
- Ethan, is that you? - Kate, where are you?
- I'm in the cell next to yours. - I'm going to get us out of here.
I promise.
It's so nice to hear your voice.
I never thought I was going to hear it again,
but no one gets out of here alive. No one.
No fucking way. We're getting out of here. Okay?
I've got a fucking can opener. We're going to be okay, Kate.
It's okay, but it's the only way out of here, death,
and I'm not afraid of them anymore.
Oh my God, Ethan, how did you get out?
This.
- I am so happy to see you. - I'm happy to see you too.
We got to get you out of here.
We're not out of this yet. We got to keep going.
- They could be watching. - I don't think so.
- We can't leave Clare. - We're not leaving anyone behind.
Come on.
It's the control room. Somebody's in there.
Stay here. Shit.
Argh.
Fuck you.
Argh.
Come on.
She's alive.
- I thought you stabbed her? - I did.
Let me see the knife. There's no blood.
She must be wearing some sort of body armor or something.
If we get the clown when he's not looking, we could save Claire.
- Okay. - On three.
On three.
One, two, three.
Oh, my God.
- Clare. - What is it?
They killed her. Oh, my God. They killed her.
It's a trap.
Ethan.
Argh, fuck.
Die, you motherfucker, die.
How's that for a Murdershow? You sick fucks.
Argh.
Please.
- The fucking bitch is still in here. - Where?
I don't know, but I'm not letting her get away.
Oh, shit.
Yes, let's just go. Go, go, get out, go, get out of the car.
Detective, any comments about the bodies that were found last night?
Like I told you guys before, yes, there were more bodies found.
Are they connected to the crime scene up in Snohomish County?
I can neither confirm nor deny.
Do you think this has anything to do with the murder of Amanda Newton?
I can't comment on that.
There's a theory online that this is all the result of some death cult.
- Do you care to comment on that? - Enough with the Death Cult.
Detective. Come on. Come on, come on.
You have any comments about the Death Cult?
Let us do our jobs.
Cut it.
- Thank you. - No problem.
Oh my God, this is such an honor. Nice to meet you.
Your hand must get tired from all this signing.
Yes, it's worth it. I love meeting you all.
- We love you too. - Who should I make it out to...
- Can you make it out to Miles? - To Miles, my biggest fan.
- Thank you. - No problem.
Bye.
Can you sign this for me?
Yeah. No problem.
Thanks, I'm a huge fan.
Hey.
- I'm taking out the trash. - Oh, thank you. I was going to do it.
- You're so sweet. - I beat you to it.
- I love when you do adult stuff. - I know you do.
Taking out the trash, is so fucking hot.
- Hold that thought until I get back though. - I will.
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Welcome, Ethan Newton to the auction.
Can I start the bidding at $100?
One and a one, I see $200. Two and a two.
Can I get a three, three. Three and a three.
$300. Three and a three. Oh wow.
Hold on, I see $10,000. Going once,
going twice. Sold.
To the lady in the front row for $10,000.