It was 6:00 p.m.,
the time when an unsuspecting Nina
would get home from her evening run.
Her boyfriend, Mark, deceased in the next room.
Hey, Mark, I ran into Bailey again.
Are you still sleeping?
The Slumlord had been watching them for weeks,
awaiting the perfect opportunity to strike.
Are you all right?
I just keep thinking about those poor girls.
Sky.
That terrifying guy.
This is the first thing you wanted to watch
in the new house.
A show with real footage of people
getting murdered, kidnapped?
I don't know, you don't think
it's interesting considering that--
I just feel like you're off somewhere else, I'm sorry.
And then I'm just sitting here watching you watch the screen.
That's a little unfair.
-Okay, I just-- I just-- -Really?
Well, it's just our first night staying here,
and I thought the mood would be a little...
different.
You know?
Sky.
-What? -Never mind.
Never mind.
I'm going to bed.
Cam.
Good night.
Night.
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I'm coming to get you, one second.
- Hey! You're here! - I'm here!
And I made it to your duplex!
You guys are like serious landlords now.
Yeah, it's kind of a mess.
Just throw that anywhere.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Sky, this place is huge. -Yeah, we did all right.
Yeah, the pictures you sent kind of made it look shitty.
This is just the top half of it?
Yeah, we got pretty lucky.
Lucky for you, we haven't found renters for the bottom unit yet.
-Come on. -Okay.
If you follow me this way,
you will see the front steps.
Front door, got it.
And the four down there, um, bedrooms are this way.
And skylight.
Skylight, very important touch.
It's really nice, Sky.
Thank you.
For letting me crash here.
You guys are really helping me out.
-Carolyn. -No, I mean it,
-I mean it, you guys are. -Of course!
I just...
It's not even a question.
I love you guys.
Here it is. Oh, sorry.
There's so much stuff in front of the door.
Hey, look who's here!
Cam!
Insurance lawyer turned mediocre carpenter.
Hey, Carolyn, how are you?
Hi.
My favorite sister in-law.
Oh, you know, I wanted to say I'm sorry about everything.
To hear about everything, you know, with, uh,
you know, with Gio.
Um...
Yeah, I guess, you know, you don't--
You never know with people.
Well, at least he doesn't know where I am.
Hopefully, it stays that way.
You're safe here with us.
Anyway, um,
we were hoping to have all the work done by now,
but Cam had to do his little macho thing
and finish the place himself, so it's not done yet.
Well...
it's definitely a fixer-upper.
Doesn't explain how you got it so cheap.
Well, the right place at the right time.
What?
Someone die in here or something?
Did someone die in here?
- Uh, no one died. - What?
- We don't think. - No, nobody died.
What happened?
Have you been watching The Slumlord Tapes?
The landlord with the hidden cameras and all that?
True crime thing?
No. No way!
That's how you get a place for half the market value.
What? You guys are fucking with me.
This is one of those houses?
Are there cameras?
- No, no. - What?
-There's no cameras. -How do you know?
Apparently not, apparently not.
There are nothing, seriously, okay?
They would have told us if they found anything
in the walls or anything.
Nothing happened here.
You know, dad's place isn't sounding
so bad anymore.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
- Uh-huh. - The guy's dead.
-Spoilers! -It was all over the news.
I cannot believe you watch that while you're living here.
It's really good.
Oh, you guys are twisted.
You know...
we have an hour
before dinner's ready.
Uh-uh.
Mm-mm.
His origin and identity are mostly unknown.
He became a master at hiding his cameras.
Over time, they became smaller,
more sophisticated, harder to detect.
Whoa.
We discovered evidence in showerheads, lightbulbs,
smoke detectors, air vents,
even toilet bowls.
Oh, fuck off, ugh.
Yeah. Disgusting.
He was constantly developing.
Cameras so small they could fit in the cavity of a wall outlet.
There was no telling what this guy was capable of.
We swept some properties multiple times.
There may be cameras out there that we haven't discovered.
It was a long time ago.
I remember Ryan told me to go to the house...
and check out what was going on.
He was paranoid and he kept calling me.
And there's nobody there, I think there's nobody there.
I'm looking around, it was silent.
It was dead silent.
The room was insulated, completely soundproof.
And then looking back,
it's terrifying to think that a woman
was chained up in the basement ten feet below me.
I mean, she was right beneath my feet,
and she was screaming and I couldn't hear anything.
Nope, okay, you know what?
I'm gonna go take a shower.
You guys enjoy the creep show.
There should be a towel in there.
Thank you. Hope I survive.
It really sucks that you brought Gio up to her.
-I know. -She's having a really
tough time with all of it, and she came here to relax
-and not think about it. -I know, yeah.
I'm gonna go check on the water heater
and make sure it's not doing that click thing again.
And I still get shook up about that.
How can you not?
Where's the Slumlord when you need him?
Come on.
Oh, fuck.
Holy shit.
Okay, then.
There we go.
Whoa!
What?
No.
Oh, shit.
Whoa.
Oh, my God.
What the fuck?
Why would people pay for porn?
Dude, I want a name.
I want a specific name, I wanna 'em to sit right there,
I wanna have a conversation.
I don't know. People who want, like, good porn,
like, high quality porn.
High quality stranger sex?
Wait, isn't all porn watching strangers have sex?
I'm just saying, you don't have to put down a credit card, okay?
Just type in the weird "butthole,"
see everything one can do to a butthole.
I'm serious, I've seen it all.
I'm sure, I'm sure you have.
Cam, what do you like looking at?
Huh? What?
Cam?
Are you okay? You're acting weird.
- No, I'm not. - Yeah, you are.
- You're acting weird, what's up? - Yeah, you are.
- What's up? - Cam?
Cam?
I, um...
I'm...
I actually, um...
I found, um...
Holy shit!
-Holy shit, did you see that? -What?
Someone was looking in through the window.
- Are you serious? - I swear to God.
He was just there, he was looking in here.
There's no one there, okay?
-Can you just go check? -Okay, all right.
Just relax.
Let's just see.
Hello?
Gio, if that's you, you better fuck off!
I don't know, I just think Carol's really stressed.
Yeah.
Like, she's a tough person, but I don't know, it's just...
I think the situation's really getting to her.
Seeing things?
I don't know, do you think there was really
someone at the window?
The Slumlord's dead, right?
That's not funny.
Tonight...
I found a...
You're not gonna believe this.
I, uh...
Jesus.
-What? -This guy had thousands of hours
of footage stashed away on hard drives across the country.
That is so creepy.
Yeah.
Real creepy.
He didn't see her.
She and Gio work together, okay?
She sat at his desk, might as well have been on his lap.
She would take advantage of him at night when he was tired.
I don't think that matters.
I think it does, I think this chick is not stupid.
I think she knew exactly what she was doing.
Anyway, just...
Hey, Cam.
I'm gonna run out and grab some stuff for the house.
Should be back, uh, maybe a little later.
Okay.
Do you guys need anything or?
-Nope. -No.
Okay.
-Well, I'll see you later. -We're--
Oh, oh, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry, I didn't know... didn't know.
Yep.
See you later.
Yeah, yeah.
I'd like to take another look at that.
Can you just give me one sec?
Uh, yeah, thank you, Kayla.
Here's the thing, his assistant was a predator.
I mean, she took advantage of him.
-What was he supposed to do? -Yeah, I see it, thank you.
It was unavoidable.
Are you listening to yourself?
You at least got one of the loyal ones.
Okay, yeah, fine, Cam...
made a few mistakes, I mean, who doesn't cheat in college?
But, Gio, it's like, he doesn't even have--
Carolyn?
Yes, we are confirmed for the breast break
on Monday, Kayla, thank you.
You don't get to make Gio the victim here.
-I'm not. -He had every opportunity
to just walk away and say no, but he couldn't help
his little wiener, getting involved, making--
Little wiener?
It's just as much his fault as it is hers.
Sorry, Carolyn? Carolyn?
Hold on, Kayla.
So, how was he supposed to say no to that?
When that just throws herself at him?
-What was he supposed to do? -I don't know,
I guess he could act like an adult
-with a shred of self control. -No.
That kind of temptation for a man, that...
That's overwhelming.
I mean, their-- their curiosity alone,
it's not even in human nature for them to deny that.
No, he wasn't talked into cheating on you.
He just-- He just did it.
He wanted to do it.
When a guy jumps at an opportunity like that,
he's the monster, he's the bad guy.
All right, so, what's your point?
A creep is a creep.
That's it.
Bottom line.
Hey, Cindy, sorry, um,
do you have those files?
Can I get them in one folder, please?
You have one more meeting?
At 1:00, yeah.
You're done at 1:00 or you have one more meeting--
I have one more meeting,
and then I'm done with everything.
I'm just trying to ask you when you're done, whatever.
At 1:00.
I am done when my last meeting ends at 1:00.
You are so.
Am I really, and what are we talking about?
Ah, okay.
Here we go.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, Jesus.
What the fuck am I doing?
Stupid.
What the fuck am I doing?
I can't find these girls' credit scores.
I don't even think they've had jobs.
They probably have rich parents.
Exactly.
And I don't know, I'm worried about two college seniors
with no jobs trying to have one big final blowout semester.
You don't know that. I mean, they seemed nice to me.
But guys?
You know, you can never tell.
They could be weirdos.
We gotta share a floor with these people, Sky.
Everyone's a little weird.
I don't know, they don't seem violent or anything.
Remember when we were first starting out
and we couldn't find anyone to take us
because of credit scores and all this bullshit?
You remember how frustrating all that stuff is when you're young?
Huh?
And now we finally have our own home.
I think we should help these girls out.
Girls are just so safe.
Innocent.
Oh, my God.
You dirty old man.
Come here.
Really?
Oh, my...
Yeah, that was great.
That was amazing.
Yeah, that was great.
Whenever he could,
he would tack screws into entryway doors,
which closed off escape routes.
We found a bunker where they were kept.
Claire escaped, but she still lives in constant fear.
That is my worst fucking nightmare.
Being kidnapped like that.
Since then, she's hired a private security--
Shit, she has so many followers.
The dark irony is they're still
under constant surveillance.
That poor woman.
After everything she went through being trapped
in that bunker for years.
Can't even go buy orange juice without people gaping at her.
When we finally caught up with the Slumlord,
it was too late.
His van caught fire a half mile from the border.
By the time local authorities found the vehicle,
it was so burned out, it was hard to decipher
the bone ash from other materials.
In the end, there's no telling
how many properties the Slumlord owned.
The paper trail is indecipherable,
and with so many people still missing,
it's anyone's guess if there are survivors
hidden away somewhere hoping to be discovered.
Ryan didn't make it out,
and it was years before I did.
They say the Slumlord is dead...
and that my nightmare is over,
and I hope it's just a matter of time before I feel that way.
Before I feel like no one's watching.
Bullshit.
This is bullshit, this is bullshit!
-Whoa, what's bullshit? -After everything,
he just burns up in his stupid van?
-I don't know. -I mean,
we need to be sure we live in one of his houses.
Okay, I think this true crime stuff is, like,
made to freak people out.
If she had known more about the Slumlord,
if she had been more prepared,
then maybe Ryan would have survived.
Wait, who's Ryan?
Claire's husband.
Yeah, I just think I missed some of the set up here.
-So I'm like... -How about this?
We can start the series from the beginning.
We can watch it all again.
This way it's, like, fresh in your mind
and we can think about clues and stuff together.
Uh...
Okay.
Honey, hi.
Um, we're starting Slumlord again from the beginning.
Do you wanna watch?
No.
No, thanks.
Let's do it!
Movin' in, movin' in, movin' in!
Lift, lift!
Ow, ow, ow, ow!
Dude, why are the drawers still in? It's so heavy.
It's okay, we got it, we got it, we got it.
Okay, push, push.
Just be careful, don't slide it.
-Hey! -Oh, my God.
Sorry, sorry.
You scared the shit out of me.
- Dude. - Sorry.
Can I help you guys out?
You guys look like you're struggling.
Yeah?
-Yes, please. -Okay.
Let me grab this heavy end, okay.
And you hop up top. Sorry if I scared you.
It was like perfect timing, thanks.
I saw you guys struggling a mile away.
Okay, on three we're gonna lift.
- Okay. - One.
Two, three.
Okay.
-Is this good here? -Uh, yeah.
All right, use your legs.
Thanks, Cam.
Never had a landlord help me move in before.
Oh, landlord, please, think of me like a friendly neighbor.
Or roommate, even.
We are technically sharing a house.
But seriously, if you guys every want to use
the backyard area for anything, you know, to grill
or just lay out and get some sun, mi casa, su casa.
Thanks.
Awesome, will do.
Where'd you guys get this couch?
I don't know, it was a hand-me-down from my sister.
Brought it over from Texas.
Texas? That's right.
Texas, the Lone Star State.
Yeah.
You know?
Nice.
Okay, well, I will leave you to it.
Won't keep you all day.
Good luck settling in, y'all.
-Bye! -Bye, Cam.
Amber?
Where does the cat go?
Hello?
Can you help?
Oh, shit!
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
Hey, look at that, there he is.
-Hey, Cam. Can you hear us? -Hi. Hi, Holly.
Yeah. I'm good. I'm, um,
-what did I miss? -Uh...
We were just getting started.
Yeah.
It's a little hard to hear you.
Are you feeling okay?
No, no, I'm-- I'm-- I'm--
Cam? - I'm fine, I just...
No, yeah, we still can't hear you.
Um, you're not, it's not clear, Cam.
-Uh-huh. -We're, um...
We do have a lot to go over on your end.
- Right. - Cam, if you'll just--
This doesn't seem to be ideal conditions
-for us to meet like this. -Huh. Right, right.
Yeah, you are totally right, Holly, I-- I agree.
I'm feeling that maybe given the circumstances,
-we should try and reschedule. -Yeah, well...
That would be better for me, actually, yeah.
Can we maybe say tomorrow?
-In the afternoon? -Uh-huh. Yeah, great, great.
I guess I can move things around and make it work.
Well, okay, okay, we'll see everyone then.
- Okay, count me in. Thanks, bye. - See you then.
I would kill to barbeque.
A real barbeque.
Oh, my God.
Hello!
Cam?
Carol?
That's what I said.
And, uh...
...between us, not really sure if I want to be a lawyer
for the rest of my life, know what I mean?
It's all bullshit. There's things I want to do.
There's places I want to see. You know?
I'm not an old man just yet.
You know, I've never been to Paris.
Who hasn't been to Paris? Me.
I haven't though. Or Tokyo or Dallas.
- That actually a place-- - Hey, Sky.
-Hey. Honey. -Hey. Hey.
Hi, Sky!
What's all this?
Uh, I grilled.
You what?
Yeah, I figured, you know, hey, let's share some
with our new neighbors and welcome them.
You know.
- You made all this? - Yeah.
Well, not the coleslaw.
But, yeah, I grilled everything.
Since when do you grill?
I grill all the time.
Hmm.
Yeah, I figured, you know, I wanted to surprise you.
You know, I figured, "Hey,
new house, new friends.
We should try a new recipe."
- Oh. - Yeah.
Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.
Uh, but enjoy and I know you have school tomorrow,
so I'll see you later.
-Bye. -Bye! Bye, Sky.
I'm gonna grab a beer, another beer,
and I'll grab two more for you.
I mean, each. I mean, one each. Don't go anywhere.
We won't.
Sky.
Hey.
W-- what's going on? Is everything okay?
Everything's great.
Okay, well, you know, I-- we have a lot of food,
so don't you want to come down and just, I don't know,
get to know the girls or anything?
Well, I mean--
You have fun.
I don't wanna take away from your guests' experience.
Well-- well, come, I don't know, come hang out, at least.
I'm watching something.
"...the stalking period.
How long does it take for a restraining order
to go through," question mark.
Hey, Cam.
How's it going?
Legal shit sucks.
Gio's an asshole and I smoked all my cigarettes.
That's a rough day.
Yeah.
You know, nothing clears my mind like a hot shower.
Hmm.
Night, Cam.
Don't work too hard.
-...talking about? -Okay, sorry.
I'm talking about how our economy
has completely gone down
since we stopped having our money attached to gold.
Did you ever read that--
Fucker!
Do you know the Slumlord would sometimes
go months watching people?
Inside their homes...
Seeing what they were really like, just...
observing them.
Hey, Cam?
Yeah?
When are you gonna cook dinner for me, you big chef?
I can cook you something.
Oh, yeah?
It's gonna have to be better than barbecue though.
Scampi?
Just you and me?
Yeah, Ryan and I were best friends growing up
and so I had kn-- known him for 20 years.
And then after he was murdered,
you try to only think about
the nice things that somebody does.
But Ryan was a complicated guy.
And even after a little while of being in that house,
I mean, something was changing in him.
I don't know, I think, um,
I think that house changed him.
He was doing things that I--
I never would have thought he was capable of.
He was a different guy.
Scary.
I don't know. He's just kind of boring.
So I'm getting used to that.
You know, he's, like, um, like a game developer
for Twitter or something like that.
Okay, and what's the problem?
He just won't make a move.
Yeah, like last night
we were watching some anime or whatever...
- Mm-hmm. - ...and, like, I'm rubbing
my leg on him, like, being so obvious, right?
And then he just won't make a move.
He won't do anything.
Anime has a way of sucking away a soul.
I know, man.
I wish a guy would take initiative,
- for once. - Mm-hmm.
Like, give me a guy who'll just lay it all out
on the table and be like, "Here I am."
I got you.
Oh, my God.
No. No.
- No. - What?
No, that's not-- that's not real.
That can't-- that can't be real, that's not--
No fucking way.
That's real.
That is a bona fide dick pic.
Oh, God.
An aggressive one, too.
He really got in there. Look at those veins.
Oh, God.
Oh, is that his dick?
Yeah, he wears those jeans a lot.
The veins, though.
They're, like, mangled bark on an old tree trunk!
Please, okay, please, please delete it, right now.
Oh, my God. He's texting you back.
"I'm so sorry. That was an accident"?
How the fuck is that an accident?
Give me that.
Now what?
"It was supposed to be for my wife.
We had a big date night planned."
Those two sending naughty pics?
No chance.
"It's our anniversary. It's a thing we do."
This is awful.
What do I-- should I-- should I say something?
I should respond, right? It's so fucking weird.
-You have to tell her. -Who?
Who?
His wife.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, shit! Fuck!
Kill me, kill me!
"I'm so humiliated.
Please, please delete that.
Don't tell anyone."
Okay.
Okay, fine. Yeah. I-- I'll text him.
Weirdest text I've ever had to send.
"Hope you have a good date night."
You fucking savage.
What? What? I was trying to be nice.
It looked like they were in for a good night.
Ew! Honestly.
It's above average.
It's an above average dick, like, B+.
Ew!
How many sad, pathetic dicks have you seen
if that looks good to you?
Ew!
Fuck it. I need to watch something.
Sky.
Sk--
What is this?
Did you know that they never actually confirmed his death?
Is that why we have a doorbell camera now?
I saw a van.
You s--
I'm sorry, you saw a van?
A white van.
On our street.
What does that mean, a...
Slumlord drives a white van.
No, no. Actually, no, Sky.
-We're not doing this. -If you look at the facts...
Let's not do this, Sky. Come on.
-...none of this make sense. -Oh, my God.
-If you look at the actual-- -Sky, you don't know--
-I'm sorry, sweetheart. -It is crazy!
You don't know the facts of the case.
-It's insane! -Sky, I'm sorry,
you just don't know the facts because the show--
Did you know that because it was settled internationally,
all the records remain public.
Yeah. Yes, I knew that, Sky.
-I'm a lawyer. -You're an insurance lawyer.
Okay. So, what?
You're convinced that he's alive because
you saw a van drive down the street?
They never confirmed with DNA.
It was all just based on, like, clothing and stuff.
They never even put his remains
through rigorous reassembly analysis.
-Rigorous reassembly analysis? -They don't know, Cam.
They don't fucking know for sure.
Okay. All right.
So, even if he was alive,
which, to me, he definitely isn't,
but if he was,
why would he come back here?
I mean, seriously. It's insane. That would be insane.
Everyone is watching the show.
I...
I don't know.
Yeah, I always had kind of a--
a bad feeling about him.
He would linger a little bit too long in our conversations,
and we started noticing his van there when we would return home.
It started slow.
We think he was just coming around occasionally
when we weren't home.
It's strange to see the footage.
He was always strong...
but he has a bad right knee.
He's always walked with a limp,
and he needed these thick glasses to see.
It's almost impossible to imagine what he ended up doing.
It's hard for me to say.
He had a kind of curiosity.
That's putting it lightly, I...
He-- he had a kind of twisted fascination
to be a spectator into someone else's life.
Who knows what was going through his head if he...
had no idea it would lead to kidnapping
and killing and all that terrible stuff...
or if it was sinister from the start.
Oh, shit!
Hi.
What the hell are you doing in here?
Sorry, I didn't realize you were here.
-I didn't know-- -Yeah, I live here.
Right. Well, I didn't-- I didn't see your car.
-So you just walked in? -Well, just calm down.
Calm down. Okay? I, uh, was--
there was a problem with my hot water upstairs
and the water heater is down here.
So I had to come down--
You can't just come in without telling us.
You have to give us, like, 24 hours notice at least
-and we have to be here. -All right.
You can't just come in here!
Okay. All right. You're right.
I'm sorry.
-Okay? It won't happen again. -Good.
-Promise. -Good.
Bye.
Asshole.
So stupid.
This is so fucking stupid.
I'm so fucking stupid. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Ex-- excuse me!
Excuse me!
Hey, what the-- what the fuck?
Man, it's...
Hi.
-What were you yelling about? -Yeah, that, uh--
That was-- that was a buddy.
I thought-- I thought it was a buddy of mine.
This is the ugliest thing I've ever seen.
Yeah, well, you know, Sky likes it.
Yeah.
You guys are doing your scampi thing tonight?
Sky told me to fuck off, so I figured it was kind of a date.
-We are. -Hmm.
You sure I can't help you with anything?
No, no, no. This is my treat, okay?
You don't touch anything but the food with your fork.
Great.
Do you think maybe there's a camera in there?
Sky, you're gonna drive yourself nuts doing that.
It's almost ready.
Bellissimo.
Oh, let me turn that off.
Let's go, detective. You're off the clock tonight.
What is it?
I got a text.
Okay?
From our neighbors.
Okay.
- Our tenants. - Yeah. Yes.
Are they okay, or...
You need to stop bothering them.
What do you mean?
They're getting uncomfortable.
With the units? Huh.
With you.
What?
What did they say?
Nothing direct, but she said
that you've been over there a lot and--
Who?
Which one?
Why does that matter?
I don't-- I'm-- I'm wondering
if, I don't know, I said something to--
Cam, all your little chitchats
and your drop-ins, they have to stop.
I'm not doing anything, Sky. Okay? I'm just...
checking in-- I'm checking in--
Please, just be professional.
Respectful.
I am.
Hey, okay. All right, I'll do better.
From now on.
Didn't realize everyone was being so sensitive.
Come on, scampi time. Let's eat, huh?
Let's eat.
I'm just not very hungry anymore.
Sky.
Sky. Come on, Sky.
He became a master at hiding his cameras.
Over time, they became smaller,
more sophisticated, harder to detect.
There was no limit to how far he would go.
We started noticing his van there
when we would return home.
Yeah, I always had
kind of a-- a bad feeling about him.
He was coming by more and more.
We figured out he was watching us the whole time.
Oh!
Um, uh, good morning.
Sky, what are you doing?
Fuck.
He knows where the cameras are.
Oh, no.
Fuck.
No.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no!
Where did you say you found this thing?
- In the-- in the hallway? - In the guest bathroom.
What else would it be?
Honestly, I think this--
this thing could be anything.
You know, the things I have found
rummaging around this house.
-I'm gonna call someone. -What? Who? What? Why?
-Who are you calling? What? -I don't know.
I'm gonna try to get in touch with someone from the case.
I mean, this is clearly evidence.
No, no, no, no, that is ridiculous, sweetheart.
- I'm not being ridiculous. - He's coming.
-What? -He is coming. I know it.
What's going on?
It is like getting to the point
where I'm actually scared of him, okay?
-Who, the Slumlord? -Gio.
-Gio? -Carolyn, calm down.
Fuck you, Cam! He's coming here.
- For what? - I don't know!
I don't know, but-- but it's-- it's--
Look, a fucking other one, okay?
All day, this random number has just been texting me.
I know it's him. "I know where you are.
No more hiding. I'm coming." He's coming.
Well, Carolyn, what do you think he's gonna do when he gets here?
You don't know how he gets 'cause you only see
the charming shit, all right?
But all the other time, he's at the gym
and his rage is, like, exploding,
so don't look at me like that!
Okay, come over.
Maybe we can just sit down for a second, right?
Yeah, just let's-- let's just hold on
and just sit down.
- He's not gonna stop, okay? - I know.
So, you just-- You don't--
So fucked!
I gotta get out of here, okay?
I really can't be here right now, I just--
We'll leave in a second, all right?
- Oh, my God. - Just--
We're gonna get out of the house, okay?
-Yeah? All right? -Yeah, let's-- let's do that.
- Okay? Okay. - Okay.
-We're gonna go to dinner. -Okay.
Cam, can you get the keys, please?
Cam!
Okay, okay.
Come on, let's go.
Hey, Carolyn!
Carolyn!
Hey! I can't fucking believe this, man.
When I knock on your door, you better fucking be there.
Fucking bitch!
Carolyn, I know you're in there.
Caro-- Fuck you!
Carolyn, I know you can hear me. I can see--
What the fuck is this?
Hey, asshole!
No, no, no!
No! No.
Oh, fuck!
Carolyn! Carolyn. Hey!
Fuck, Carolyn!
I just want to reach out to you to talk!
Gio? Fucking idiot. What are you doing?
Carolyn, I know you're in there.
Motherfuck!
Oh, no.
No.
I'm right fucking here, okay?
I'm not going--
Fuck you! Carolyn, I know you can hear me.
What the fuck is this?
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
No, no, no. Fuck.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
What are you doing with that?
I am taking this thing to Escondido.
Why? What's-- what's in Escondido?
That's where the main investigation was.
I'm gonna see who I can talk to about this thing.
Wait, wait, wait, what are you-- what are you doing?
What are you gonna talk about?
He's alive, Cam.
I'm gonna find someone there who actually believes me.
Sky, I...
I believe you.
You do?
I do.
Do you wanna come with me?
I wish.
I-- You know, I just have house-- house stuff to do.
- Around the house. - Okay. Yeah.
That's fine.
Listen, I, uh...
...I wanted to tell you something.
I wanted to say that I've been, um...
You can tell me.
I've been...
You know, I just wanted to say that I'm, you know,
I'm not gonna let anything happen to us.
Okay?
It's-- it's crazy that we bought this house, right?
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, it is fucked up.
It's pretty fucked up.
It's fucked up.
See you later.
This is done.
All of this is done.
Just go down and get what you need and leave, okay?
I'm gonna destroy everything.
No evidence. Nothing. You're safe.
I'm safe. Nobody knows a thing.
Okay?
It all goes away.
Okay?
Okay. Yeah. Just let's go down. Okay?
It's over here. You know. You know.
Come on.
Okay.
Okay. Go ahead. Go ahead.
What? What?
Trap.
No, no.
No, why?
No, no, there's no trap. Look.
Look, there's no traps, man.
There's no tricks.
Okay?
I want you out of here, too. Just be quick.
You gotta be quick, please.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
You have what you need, yeah?
This is over now.
It's over, man.
Stop, stop, stop. Please stop. Stop.
I'll take care of it. I'll take care of it.
I'll get rid of her. I promise.
Be quiet. Stay right here. Okay?
Cam?
Cam? Are you in here?
Are you kidding me, Cam? What is-- What's down there?
Wren, Wren, it's an emergency.
We have to get you out of here right now.
Bullshit, man, whatever the fuck is going on down there
is weird, and honestly, you've been creeping us out!
It's not safe, Wren, okay?
We're gonna get you out of here right now.
Oh, stop! I'm not going anywhere.
You've been lying to us.
Amber doesn't even want to stay here.
I was defending you.
Okay, but we have to get out right now, all right?
You need to tell me what's been going on.
Everything.
And who the fuck is this guy?
No, no, no! Wait! Wait!
Stop! No!
Wren! Wren!
No!
Stop!
No!
Oh, my God!
Oh, fuck!
Sky! Sky! Sky! Don't! Fuck!
No! No! No! No!
Happy time for...
Cam?
No!
No, no!
No! No! No! No!
No! Please, no!
No!
- Sky. - Help!
Carolyn!
Carolyn, um...
she barely made it out.
When I think about that day...
and all the events leading up to it,
I'm just glad that he's gone.
Not terrorizing anyone new.
My husband, Cam...
We still don't know.
No one does.
All I know is that I miss him...
and I can still feel him watching over me.
Oh, thank God.
Oh, you did it, baby.
You did it, baby.
Now, come down here and get me out of here.
Come get me out. Sky?
Sky? Sky? Sky.
Sky, come here, baby.
Sky. Sky. Sky, come get me out.
Sky, please. Please, Sky.