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Overkill (2024)

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Overkill (2024)

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[operator speaking indistinctly]

- [Officer] Okay, on my way.

Adam 10-35. Mary.

- We are fascinated by m*rder.

TV shows, movies,

books, podcasts,

24 hours a day, 7 days

a week, 365 days a year.

With all this constant

fascination, it's no surprise,

we're also terrified

of being m*rder*d.

We take self-defense classes,

install triple

locks on our doors,

and security cameras

in our windows,

and, of course, we've

got plenty of g*ns.

But the reality is this,

cheeseburgers k*ll more

people than people do.

Cancer, Alzheimer's, diabetes.

Every single one of these has

a higher mortality

rate than homicide.

Today we are live

and we are talking about

the "Odds of m*rder."

I'm Cassidy Smith, and

this is my "Crime Scene."

[giggles] Hey, John.

Oh, what's up KH?

Good to see you again.

JJ, Marcus.

SMH199.

[keypad clicking]

The odds that you'll

die a violent death

at the hands of a deranged

m*rder*r are extremely low.

So, next time you see

a shadow on the wall,

no matter how certain you are,

it is someone coming

to k*ll you...

[door rattles]

It's just a tree branch.

That is a statistical fact.

Nobody is watching you.

Nobody is after you.

Nobody is in the closet.

[light switch flicks]

Or under the bed.

[door slides]

You are going to live a long,

boring,

uneventful life.

[door shuts]

[Taylor gasps]

Unless you're not.

[Taylor screams]

[tense sinister music]

Sometimes the noise

isn't the wind.

Sometimes the shadow

isn't a tree branch.

And 1 in 100 million,

there actually is a k*ller

waiting in the dark.

In that case,

fight as if your

life depends on it,

because it does.

[dark sinister music]

[sinister music continues]

[sinister music continues]

[sinister music continues]

[k*ller sighs]

[k*ller breathing heavily]

[traffic rumbling]

- It was a sunny

summer afternoon

in Leesburg, Pennsylvania,

when Wendy Whitaker decided

to leave her home

to visit a friend.

It was a 10-minute drive.

She left at 1:15 PM.

By 1:45 PM she had not arrived.

[phone chimes]

[keypad clicking]

[phone chimes]

[keypad clicking]

[phone chimes]

[tense music]

[keypad clicking]

[phone chimes]

[tense music]

[phone chimes]

[keypad clicking]

[phone chimes]

[tense dramatic music]

[phone chimes]

[keypad clicking]

[phone chimes]

Wendy's friend became worried.

Wendy had gone missing before.

She also had a history

with the local police

and had been arrested for

petty theft and prostitution.

No one was worried

about Wendy Whitaker.

But her friend had a

nagging suspicion that-

[phone ringing]

The phone is ringing.

[phone ringing]

The phone is ringing.

[phone ringing]

Answer the phone, Cassidy.

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

- Hi. Cassidy Smith?

- Yeah.

- This is Detective Vega from

the LAPD, Commercial

Crime Division-

- [sighs] I didn't do it.

- Excuse me?

- What can I help

you with, Detective?

- [Detective] I need to

ask you a few questions

about a Taylor Li.

- Taylor?

What about her?

- I'm sorry to be the

one to inform you,

but Taylor was the

victim of a homicide.

[tense dramatic music]

[Cassidy sighs]

- You said commercial crime.

- We are handling the

device processing.

You were the last person

Taylor was emailing

before she was k*lled.

- I haven't talked

to her in five years.

- She thought your

podcast was "kickass."

Her words.

You two were friends?

- We were roommates for like

one semester in college.

I don't really know

what to tell you.

- Any reason why

you were roommates

for only one semester?

- It was like half a semester.

Is there a reason that matters?

- Just trying to get a

full picture of Taylor.

She was a only child.

Both parents deceased.

Few friends and a lot of money.

- Yeah, I don't know

anything about that.

- Maybe you know some

of her other friends?

Perhaps a Mark Bennett.

- Like I said, it's

been five years, so...

- [Detective] Nicole Tang?

- No.

- How about a Jessica Lebow?

- Can I call you back?

I'm actually late for work.

- Sure.

Sure. This number

goes right to my cell.

Give me a call anytime.

[receiver clacking]

[tense dramatic music]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

- Jesus Christ.

- [hushed tone] Hello,

Tinglers. It's me, Tinglee.

How's everybody doing?

Today we're gonna go back

to some oldies,

[taps microphone]

but goodies

for sleep triggers.

[taps microphone]

- Vega.

Jerking off to her videos

isn't gonna do anything for me.

Unless you're gonna

jerk me off too.

[Detective Vega scoffs]

- I'm a team player.

- Sure you are.

That's why you're down here.

Jesus.

I've got kitchen drawers

bigger than this.

Listen, Vega,

this ain't a hole you

can dig yourself out of.

But you do your time, maybe,

maybe you can work

your way back.

That's it.

- Oh. Friendly advice, huh?

Go f*ck yourself, Brant.

- Yeah? How about this?

Don't f*ck with my case

or I'll make sure that

you never get out of here.

- You gave me this

sh*t, remember?

I didn't ask for it.

- Did I ask you to

get the Emmy's report?

And don't tell me you're

not asking about that.

- I don't know what

you're talking about.

- [scoffs] Sure, you don't.

Stay in your lane, Vega.

- Jesus Christ. Man, look at me.

I am clearly in my lane.

What the f*ck else

do you want from me?

- Okay.

What do you got?

- Not much. Just

typical troll sh*t.

- [Brant] What

about the email?

- Old college roommate.

Cassidy Smith.

Doesn't seem to know

much about nothing.

- But?

- She has a true crime podcast.

- Oh Christ.

g*dd*mn cyber sleuths.

I f*cking hate cyber sleuths.

- The victim was watching

it when she was k*lled.

- You sure?

- Yeah. I'm pretty

sure, it's a livestream.

- Huh?

Well, then we can clear her.

Lose her number. We

don't need her anyway.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You got somebody

you like already?

- [chuckles] That's for us.

homicide detectives to know

and former homicide detectives

to find out like everybody else.

Enjoy the view.

- Damn it.

Hey, Eddie. How

are you doing, man?

How's your mother?

Let me ask you something.

Did you f*cking rat me out? Huh?

You two-faced lying mother-

- [Eddie] What? No.

- Don't f*ck with me, Eddie.

Don't f*ck with me.

- [Eddie] Who said that?

- f*cking Brant. Who else?

- [Eddie] I didn't

say sh*t to Brant.

He's f*cking with

you. He does...

You know he does that.

- Fine, all right,

all right. All right.

So what's the deal?

He's got somebody lined

up he likes or what?

- [Eddie] Yeah.

Housekeeping staff, blood print.

He was the one who found

her so, makes sense to me.

But what do I know?

RHD is freaking out over it.

Guy's got prior or some sh*t.

You still want the report?

- What?

Yeah. Yeah, whatever.

- [Eddie] I hope you

got a strong stomach.

- I've seen cut up

bodies before, Eddie.

- [Eddie] Not like this.

I ain't even seen

anything like this.

And I've seen some sh*t.

72 stab wounds.

Ripped her guts out.

Cut the fingers off

one hand and well,

we found something

inside of her.

[tense eerie music]

- Crushing it isn't

enough today, people.

You've got to demolish it.

Pulverize it. Incinerate it.

f*cking infinity

gauntlet bad sh*t.

[phone chimes]

In the shape of a picture,

in the form of a drone.

[keypad clicking]

We are in a post-digital age.

[phone chimes]

People do not trust

digital anymore.

Wet signatures, hard documents.

[keypad clicking]

We are in the forefront

of this space.

[phone chimes]

So, somebody tell me how CAA's

multimillion dollar

packaging deal

ended up in a f*cking LA river?

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[tense suspenseful music]

Are we boring you, Cassidy?

- Oh, no. Just

taking some notes.

- Alright. Right. Good.

Let's wrap it up

for today, people.

Fix those glitches.

Otherwise, we'll all be

looking for work in a month.

[imitating a pigeon]

Go. Fly. Fly my pigeons.

Make us all millionaires.

Look, your work is always

on point and on time,

but during the meetings,

I always feel like

you're not listening.

- Sorry, boss.

- I don't feel like

you're living up

to your full potential, Cassidy.

- Okay.

- Like, I...

I feel like you're not

being your authentic self.

This is just a job to you.

- Are you firing me, boss?

- No, no, no, that's not what

I'm saying at all.

I'm saying you're not like

the rest of these sheeple.

You are a creator, an

innovator, a founder.

You just don't know it yet.

I see you, Cassidy.

Look, let me help you.

There's going to be a dinner

meeting on Thursday night.

A couple of investors

and founders,

and I think you

should come with.

- Come with? With you?

- As my protege.

- I'm flattered.

Thank you, boss.

I don't know about Thursday.

Can I get back to you?

- Yeah, sure. You

can get back to me.

Just get me those new

graphics as soon as you can.

- Working on it as we speak.

[tense dramatic music]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[keys jangling]

[tense dramatic music]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[fork clanging]

[tense dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues]

[dramatic music continues]

[phone chimes]

[tense dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues]

[phone chimes]

[dark eerie music]

[eerie music continues]

[phone vibrating]

[dark eerie music]

[laptop chimes]

[sighs] f*ck Marlow.

Are you okay?

- That's my line.

- You gotta keep

that left hand up.

- Yeah. Well, mom's a

sucker puncher, so...

- Those who can't

fight, fight dirty.

Still got a couch

with your name on it.

Let me know.

- You got enough trouble.

- Trouble's my business.

- Pretty f*cked up.

- If it's real.

- "Hush" only

posts if it's real.

It's kind of their thing.

"Truth in Tabloid Journalism,"

or something like that.

- Yeah, well, I'd

like a second source.

- [Marlow] For the podcast?

[Cassidy sighs]

- I'm not sure.

I mean, it's not really

my thing, you know?

I don't do current events.

- Well, the cyber sleuths do.

She was one of them. One of us.

She's what we all

wish we could be.

- Brutally m*rder*d?

- [Marlow] Famous and rich.

- Yeah, be careful

what you wish for.

Marlow, what's wrong

with this picture?

- Which one?

- All of them.

- Blood.

A lot of blood.

Too much blood.

- And what do we call that?

[tense dramatic music]

- Eddie, what's up?

- [Eddie] They kicked

the hotel worker.

Airtight alibi.

Thought you'd want to know.

I told you, nobody

listens to me.

- Yeah, thanks.

- [Eddie] Hey, I

thought you'd be happy.

There's still a k*ller out there

that needs to be caught.

- Yeah. I'm ecstatic.

[dark eerie music]

[light switch flicks]

[door squeaks]

[tense ominous music]

- Peter?

What's troubling you, Peter?

- I don't want to come anymore.

- But you know you have to.

It's part of the court order.

- I don't want to

come to you anymore.

- But you see,

that's the progress

I'm talking about.

You've transferred your

hatred for your mother to me.

I know it's uncomfortable,

but it's also very positive.

- You just keep

twisting it around.

You keep twisting everything,

no matter what I say.

- Control yourself, Peter.

- I won't!

[hairbrush banging]

- Peter, sit down!

I am twisting nothing.

I'm straightening what

your mother twisted in you

and what you keep

twisting in yourself.

Now, apologize to me

for your outburst.

Peter? Apologize.

- I'm sorry.

- I know how you feel.

I'm not your mother,

but I am a mother.

I know how a young man struggles

to control his impulses.

Most dirty thoughts

racing around in his mind.

The filthy fantasies

he desperately wishes

to inflict on the most

innocent of victims.

The weak, the desperate.

He is a danger.

You are a danger.

You must control yourself.

- [Peter] I try.

- Did you watch those

videos I suggested?

The ASMR.

- Yes.

- [Therapist] Did

they help at all?

- Yes, but,

I don't want to come anymore.

- What would they do, Peter,

if I told them you missed

three appointments?

- I haven't.

- They would issue a warrant.

They would have to

check my records.

Would you like me

to do that, Peter?

Shall I check my records?

- No.

[dark eerie music]

- You're broken, Peter.

You'll always be broken.

But I will never give up on you

and I won't let you

give up on yourself.

Now I'll see you at our

regular session, okay?

Close the door

behind you, please.

[dark eerie music]

- [Kirk] At just

23 years of age,

Taylor Li was an

internet celebrity

who practiced the art of

Autonomic Sensory Meridian

Response, or ASMR.

Under the screen name, Tinglee,

a reference to the

sensation many feel

when experiencing ASMR,

Taylor had garnered over

4 million subscribers.

On the night of March 4th,

one of these subscribers

may have been her k*ller.

[tense eerie music]

[Cassidy breathing heavily]

[toilet flushes]

[tense dramatic music]

- You're not real.

- Of course, I'm not.

- What do you want?

- I want what you want.

I'm not real, remember?

- I want to go to bed.

- Then go to bed.

[Cassidy exhales sharply]

- [sighs] f*ck.

Testing, testing. 1, 2, 3.

Hey guys, my name's

Cassidy Smith,

and this is my "Crime Scene."

For this video,

I want to change up the

format a little bit.

No thematic discussions,

no deep dives into past

crimes and criminals.

For this video,

I'm going to do something

I've never done before.

[gentle solemn music]

For reasons I can't

really go into right now,

we're going to talk about

a current investigation.

Social media star and

internet celebrity, Tinglee,

was m*rder*d in her

downtown Los Angeles hotel

two days ago.

Her real name was Taylor Li.

Most of you already know this,

and most of you have seen the

leaked crime scene photos.

But what you don't know

is this wasn't the act

of a jealous ex-lover

or psychotic fan.

I don't have any proof,

but the most important

thing I'm going to say

is, it is with almost certainty

that this was a

white male in his 30s

with above average intelligence.

To be able to sneak in

and out of a 5-star hotel,

pass security cameras,

key card locks,

security systems, all to enact

this insanely violent fantasy.

The fact that he did this

without being detected

is fundamental and makes

it extremely likely

that he's k*lled before.

And even more likely

that he will k*ll again.

[dark eerie music]

- Oh, f*ck.

[Detective Vega clears throat]

Yeah?

No, I stopped talking...

No, I lost her

number, like you said.

What?

Alright.

Okay. All right.

All right.

[dark eerie music]

f*ck!

[phone chimes]

- I thought I purged you.

Why are you here?

- You know why I'm here.

- Do you make coffee at least?

So, let's walk through it.

Overkill is using more violence

than is necessary

to k*ll a victim.

There's a lot of

data on overkill.

What stands out about

Taylor's m*rder is not

that it was overkill,

which it was,

but that its

circumstances don't fit

a typical overkill scenario.

If it did, her k*ller

would already be in jail.

[tense dramatic music]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

- Check.

Mm, check. Check.

[hushed tone] Hello

everyone. Pop duty here.

I've missed you guys.

I hope you're all

doing very well.

Happy.

And healthy.

For today's video,

I'll be trying some new things.

Finding some new

sounds just for you.

[nails tapping]

[eerie sound]

Sorry, I think I hear

some interference.

[tense dramatic music]

[Pop duty screaming]

Get off me!

[k*ller groaning]

[tense eerie music]

- I thought there

would be more people.

- Yeah. Fame ain't

what it used to be.

- I guess not.

You really think he'll come?

- They sometimes do.

- Why?

- Excites them.

Makes them feel like they

have some sort of power.

Like they're

invincible. Untouchable.

And they've been so clever

to get away with it.

- Cassidy Smith.

- Detective Vega.

Here to pay your respects,

or are you looking for

suspicious characters?

What happened?

- Your podcast.

You were right.

All right.

Something for you.

Something for me.

And then some food.

Go ahead, eat up.

You don't wanna look at

these on an empty stomach.

Trust me.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

That's a good burrito.

- Why are you showing me this?

- Well, everything

is f*cking politics.

I got boxed in.

- Boxed in?

Oh, is that the nice way of

saying officially reprimanded?

- Yeah. Something like that.

- What'd you do?

- Well, allegedly,

I placed an AirTag

in someone's vehicle

in order to advance

my career, right?

- The lieutenant stalking

his former girlfriend.

- g*dd*mn it, it

wasn't me, all right?

They were looking

for a fall guy.

I was in the wrong

place at the wrong time.

- You know, that's

not cool, right?

Stalking?

- Yeah, of course.

I get it, okay?

f*cking "Me Too,"

remember? Me too.

- [Cassidy] So, why me too?

- Well, you knew who he

was before anybody else.

- I mean, it's not magic.

I mean, plenty of

people smarter than me

will know who he is when

they look close enough.

- Yeah, well, I don't have them.

They have them. I've got you.

Help me catch this guy.

[tense dramatic music]

- I like him.

[dark ominous music]

- Our task force is

comprised of 25 officers,

as well as members

of the Federal Bureau

of Investigation

Behavioral Analysis Unit.

We have no persons of

interest at this time,

but many promising leads.

What we can confirm

is that we believe

that the person

responsible for the death

of Taylor Li is the

same person responsible

for the death of Anna Brown.

Why we believe this to be true,

at the moment, we

cannot discloze.

But we are confident

in that assessment.

- It's the hairbrush.

- Maybe.

- What else? It's his signature.

- I know what it's called.

- Ask Vega.

- Vega is busy.

[phone chimes]

- Don't get distracted, Cassidy.

[phone chimes]

- I'm not getting distracted.

I have to pay bills.

Something you don't have

to worry about anymore.

- Why am I here, Cas?

- I don't know.

- Why am I here?

[door knocking]

- [Jessica] Cassidy,

I'm sorry. Please.

[phone ringing]

- f*ck.

- I know you're there.

I can hear you.

I heard your phone. Please.

[door knocking]

- What the f*ck did I

tell you about this?

[gentle solemn music]

- [Jessica] I said I'm sorry.

- You've got to keep

track of your sh*t.

- I do keep track. I-

- What? Do I look

like a doorman to you?

- No. Christ, don't

make it like that.

- But it is like that.

See, you grew up having

people do sh*t for you,

so you never learned to

do things for yourself.

Well, I'm not here

to do for you.

- I know. I'm sorry.

- [Taylor] What's going on?

- Mary Poppins lost

her keys. Again.

- I didn't lose

them. I forgot them.

I know they're here.

[gentle solemn music]

- Jesus f*cking Christ.

I mean, keep them in

your Gucci bag, okay?

Put them in your

f*cking Jimmy Choo.

- Stop it, Cas.

It was a mistake.

- No, no, no. It's

not a mistake, okay?

People don't make mistakes.

People reveal themselves.

If you f*ck up,

you're a f*ck up.

If you do stupid sh*t,

then you're stupid.

Okay?

I won't let you

in again. Got it?

I'm not your f*cking servant.

- Whatever.

[gentle solemn music]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues]

- Jesus.

- Eddie.

Oh, Eddie.

You're not answering

my texts, Eddie.

I need that Anna Brown report.

- I can't.

They're gonna shitcan my a*s,

if they see me talking to you.

They already think I wiped down

that f*cking air tag

before we processed it.

- But you didn't.

- No, of course I didn't.

- Anna Brown. Now.

- I can't.

They're restricting my access.

Don't seem to trust me anymore.

- Just give me the highlights.

Quickly.

- No overkill.

Okay? Just one

cut to the throat.

Deep cut and,

signs of strangulation.

- Doesn't make any sense.

It's a completely

different M.O..

Why are they so sure

it's the same guy?

- The hairbrush. They

found another one.

Same exact place.

- Same color?

- Same exact brush.

I guess the guy

buys them in bulk.

[phone chimes]

Everybody's freaking out

about that, for sure.

- The gaffer tape for Taylor Li.

- What about it?

Are you working with

somebody else on this?

- Was it hers?

- I don't know.

We're still processing

some things.

Why wouldn't it-

- Check! f*cking check, Eddie.

- I've been thinking

about your request.

- What request?

- To see another therapist.

I think you should.

- You do?

- Yes, I do.

- [Peter] Why?

- I just...

I just do.

[tense suspenseful music]

- You think I

m*rder*d those girls?

- Peter? Don't be ridiculous.

- I watched their videos

and you told me to, didn't you?

- I didn't...

I didn't tell you, Peter, I...

I didn't. I...

I told you to watch.

To find calm.

Decrease your anxiety.

- Well, it didn't work.

All that whispering,

drives me out of

my f*cking mind.

[tense ominous music]

[ominous music continues]

[camera clicks]

- Parents at work.

Brother in school.

Nothing found on

the Ring cam in front.

We think he entered

through the...

[person crying in background]

[equipment buzzing]

- So, Derrick moved on.

Yeah. Good for him.

You know, I don't think

he ever really understood

what it takes to run a startup.

You know, what I go

through, what I've given up.

He's got no empathy.

I need people on my

team with empathy.

That's what I expect.

That's not too much to ask.

It's a basic human emotion.

I mean, without

empathy, what are we?

Yeah, think about it,

without empathy, what are we?

All right.

Yeah. Let's call

up there for today.

We need some early adopters.

So go out and find some.

Cassidy, can you...

Can you hang back for a sec.

[Cassidy sighs]

Cassidy.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- My plans changed for

the night so I can go to

that dinner if the

invite's still open.

- Oh.

Yeah. Great. Good.

Well, okay. Well, I will...

I will pick you up at 7 o'clock.

I'll see you tonight, Cassidy.

Have a good night.

- That wasn't a good idea.

Do you think that

was a good idea?

- I doubt it, but it's

got a lot of precedence.

I'm tired of living

paycheck to paycheck.

Okay, drinking cheap gin,

playing chicken

with the gas bill.

- You're going to meet

a bunch of creeps.

- It's a creepy world.

They're hard to avoid.

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

- No overkill?

He cut her in the throat

and then strangled her.

- It's a different M.O..

- [Taylor] Why would

they change their M.O.?

- Lots of reasons.

Sometimes they evolve.

- Bundy evolved over years.

Golden State over decades.

My m*rder and Anna's m*rder,

were only two days apart. Next.

- Sometimes they change

their M.O. to avoid detection.

- [Taylor] What else?

- Sometimes they

respond to media.

- A reporter thought the fact

that the beltway

sn*pers only k*ll

during the weekdays was a

clue into their lifestyle.

Their next k*ll

was on a Saturday.

A local politician

said that kids

were safe inside

lockdown schools.

Their next victim was a kid

who got shot while being

dropped off at school.

He's watching you, Cas.

[tense ominous music]

[k*ller moaning]

[tense ominous music]

- Little light reading?

- I got a lead you don't have.

The gaffer tape.

- The gaffer tape.

I know about the gaffer tape.

What the f*ck does

the gaffer tape prove?

It's f*cking LA.

Everybody's in the industry.

You know who's not

in the industry?

The k*ller.

- Bullshit.

- I got a CODIS hit,

a hair, believe it or not,

from a relative of a juvie

we had on file way back.

Mother's a psychologist.

Guess where her offices are?

Five blocks from here.

She does court-appointed cases.

One of them,

this guy.

Peter Hewitt.

Violent r*pist and pedophile.

Hey, maybe you'll

share a cell together.

Eddie is fired. Did you hear?

Oh yeah.

Up on the 10th floor right now.

He hasn't said much yet,

but, oh, we know Eddie.

He will.

[chuckles] You are

so f*cked, Vega.

So why don't you help

yourself out a little bit?

You're working with

somebody on this.

Who?

- Don't Cas. It's dangerous.

There are plenty of other

ways to punish yourself.

- [hushed tone] My

name is Cassidy Smith

and this is my "Crime Scene."

And this is what's

called a signature.

[brush bristles scrubbing]

It's also called a clue.

If I were you,

I would cool off for a while,

or better yet, turn yourself in.

No matter what you do,

it will never get

any better, ever.

So it's time to stop.

[tense dramatic music]

[objects clattering]

Vega is gonna be pissed.

[tense suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music continues]

- Cassidy!

Cassidy.

You know, I'm a

bit of a onomastic.

- A what?

- Onomastic.

It means I'm

interested in names,

particularly last names.

For instance, my

last name, Randall,

it's derived from Rand,

which means like shield or wolf.

Coincidentally, Smith

is from the same era.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

It's derived from

Smid, which means

to hit or strike

like with a hammer.

- That's fascinating.

- You know the Whisper k*ller?

Sorry, I was just looking

over and I saw it.

- [Cassidy] You're following it?

- Yeah. It's crazy.

People are saying

he's a necrophiliac.

You know, that means-

- I know what it means.

- It means he has sex with

them after they're dead.

- Yeah, like Kemper,

Dahmer, Bridgeway, Bundy.

- You seem to know a

lot about necrophilia.

- Well, it was my

major in college.

- [Todd] Your resume

said Communications.

Ah, you are joking.

- Yeah, I'm joking.

Where did you hear that

the Whisper k*ller

is a necrophiliac?

- [Todd] Oh, I don't

know. Online somewhere.

[car horn beeps]

[traffic rumbling]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

- You said this was a

meeting with founders, VCs?

- Yeah. That got pushed.

Didn't Kevin tell you?

- No, Kevin didn't

f*cking tell me.

Who is Kevin?

- He's the new guy.

A lot of empathy, he's great.

- Sit down, boss.

- Call me, Todd.

Let me just get this

off my chest, please.

Look, I feel like there's

something between us.

And I know you've felt it too.

And I know I'm your boss,

and generally that's not cool.

But here's the thing.

I'm the boss. I make the rules.

It is cool. So

that's not an issue.

And you know, if you don't

feel that way, then okay.

But if you do feel that

way, then it's okay too.

Okay?

That was a weight off my chest.

You know, I'm pretty nervous.

Normally, I don't

get this nervous

about expressing my feel-

- Boss.

- Todd. Yes?

Yeah.

- Todd.

You know, I didn't

see it before,

but I do see a few

things between us.

One of those things

is a lawsuit.

See, you don't make

those rules, Todd.

I see a labor lawsuit,

a sexual harassment. lawsuit-

- Whoa, whoa.

I've never sexually

harassed you.

- The other thing I see

between us is a butter knife.

Do you know how much pressure

it takes to pierce human skin?

Hmm.

100 pounds per

square inch, give or take.

Maybe 120 with a

butter knife but,

I think I can make it work.

Third degree m*rder,

manslaughter.

Not premeditated.

I could even argue

unintentional.

- What the f*ck are

you talking about?

- Maybe you lunged at me.

Maybe I was defending myself.

I mean, you are a wolf

after all, Randall.

So I had to hammer

this butter knife

into your f*cking chest.

This isn't how it's done, boss.

This is not how you

ask someone out.

It's dangerous, it's sad,

and absolute worst,

it's lazy. Okay?

People don't want figure

this sh*t out anymore.

Maybe they do,

but, I don't know.

- If I had actually

asked you out,

would you have said yes?

- I don't date people

who sign my paychecks.

You shouldn't date

people you pay.

I'll see you at the

meeting tomorrow.

[tense somber music]

- Cassidy's evening

did not go as planned.

So she left the restaurant

and ordered a ride.

[tense somber music]

[somber music continues]

On the ride home,

Cassidy received a text

message from a friend

checking in to make

sure she was okay.

When Cassidy got home,

all she wanted to do

was get into a hot bubble bath

and forget about the evening.

Cassidy was confident that

despite the provocative nature

of her YouTube video

taunting a dangerous k*ller,

the k*ller would

not have had time

to concoct a plan to get to her,

which meant her guard was down.

She went into the bedroom,

changed into

something comfortable,

watched her favorite

show, then fell asleep.

But something must

have woken Cassidy

in the middle of the night.

Something which distracted

her from the closet

where the k*ller

suddenly emerged

and slipped a rope

around her neck.

She fought for her life,

but the Whisper

k*ller was too strong.

Cassidy Smith was dead.

Shoe marks on the

floor indicated

that the k*ller

stood over the body

for an extended period of time.

It was then that

the k*ller proceeded

to strip off her clothes

and perform what had

become his signature.

Necrophilia.

[Cassidy gasps]

[Cassidy sighs]

[tense ominous music]

[door thuds]

[tense suspenseful music]

- [Officer] We got

another one over here.

[tense suspenseful music]

- Oh f*ck.

[tense suspenseful music]

[phone vibrating]

- f*ck you, Brant.

[tense suspenseful music]

[phone chimes]

[tense suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music continues]

Cassidy!

Cassidy!

[tense suspenseful music]

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[phone chimes]

[tense suspenseful music]

- [Detective] So

did you see Jessica?

[tense suspenseful music]

[Detective speaking

indistinctly]

[tense suspenseful music]

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[camera clicks]

- [k*ller] This

is Cassidy Smith,

and this is your "Crime Scene."

[upbeat suspenseful music]

Well, you know where

that goes, don't you?

- f*ck you.

- f*ck me?

f*ck me?

Really?

You really want to tease

me like that right now?

You're not sitting

behind a screen anymore.

Your audience...

Can break...

The fourth wall.

- Everyone on earth

sits behind a screen.

Even you.

- [scoffs] My mother

would have liked you.

You have spirit.

I didn't have spirit.

I had what she called...

Ideas.

All manner of ideas.

Did you know that?

What kind of ideas do you

think she was talking about?

Cassidy!

- What?

- [k*ller] We're

having a conversation.

What kind of ideas do you think

my mother was talking about?

- Dirty ideas.

- Yes, that's exactly right.

You really do know a lot

about this stuff, don't you?

- How old were you?

9, 10?

- Shut up.

I ask the questions.

You don't ask the questions.

I was 5, if you must know.

A dirty, filthy-minded

5-year-old.

She tried to reprogram me.

But do you know what

happens when you think

that your 5-year-old

has a filthy mind?

Your 5-year-old

develops a filthy mind.

I sense a question.

You may speak.

- Do you think that means

it's not your fault,

what you've done?

- Oh, no. I know it's my fault,

but I came to terms

with that long ago.

My mother came to terms

with that yesterday.

When I cut off her

head and put myself,

my most private

self, in her mouth.

Wasn't as good as I

thought it would be.

But she deserved it.

You all deserve it.

You act like you know me.

You whisper to me and

open your eyes on me

and make me trust you.

But it's all a lie.

It's all a lie.

- You don't have to watch.

- But I do. We all do.

That's my whole point.

- [Cassidy] What's

your whole point?

- People believe what you say.

Every word, every look.

Lying is a sin and

there are consequences.

Pick up the hairbrush, please.

Pick up the hairbrush, please.

[tense suspenseful music]

[hair brush clatters]

I want you to remember

that I asked you nicely.

[tense suspenseful music]

[objects clatter]

Cassidy!

[tense suspenseful music]

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I'll f*cking deal

with you, Cassidy!

[tense suspenseful music]

[tense dramatic music]

- Come on!

[engine revving]

[tense dramatic music]

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[knife scraping]

[tense dramatic music]

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- Cassidy!

[tense suspenseful music]

[k*ller shouts]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Cassidy gasps]

- It's me. It's me. It's me.

Are you all right? Are you hurt?

- No, I'm fine. I'm fine.

- What about the other guy?

- It's just his hand, I think.

- All right. All right. Come on.

Come on, follow me.

- Are you lost?

- Shh.

[Cassidy gasps]

[Vega gurgling]

[tool clatters]

- The odds of you

being m*rder*d tonight?

100%.

[tense ominous music]

[tense music continues]

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

[g*n fires]

[g*n clicking]

[tense dramatic music]

- What's your passcode?

Hey Vega, what's your passcode?

[Vega speaking indistinctly]

- Yeah, I know.

What's your f*cking passcode?

- [Vega] Laura.

[gentle solemn music]

m*rder.

What are the odds?

Pretty slim in the

scheme of things.

But it happens.

It can happen to you.

It can happen to

anyone, anywhere.

[gentle solemn music]

No matter how many

locks you have,

or cameras, or how many g*ns,

m*rder can find you.

But,

so can love,

and joy,

and friendship.

The odds?

One of our better

drunk poets once wrote,

"We are here to

laugh at the odds

and live our lives so well,

that death will

tremble to take us."

So, cheers to that.

I'm Cassidy Smith and this

has been my "Crime Scene."

Until next time,

peace.

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