Do It for the Gram (2024)

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(Megan gasps and pants)

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A dream.

Oh my God.

(pants)

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Oh, it's not real.

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(exhales sharply)

(phone taps)

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(pills rattling)

Get it together, Meg.

Today's a big day.

(water sizzling)

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(door closes)

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(Megan sighs)

8:05, just enough time to

get some tea and get to-

Good morning, Ms Powell, good morning.

Hey, Ted, good morning.

How's the family?

Oh, never better, thank you for asking.

All right, thank you

so much, have a good one.

All right, you too.

Okay.

Hey, Ms. Powell, what's happening?

Hey, Jim, say hello to

your mama for me, okay?

I got you.

Megan?

All right.

Megan.

Megan, good morning, Megan.

Hey, Ms. Flockhart.

I just wanted to come by

and tell you thank you for helping me

to choose the right

fertilizer for my Begonias.

Girl, you are so smart.

They look so radiant.

You welcome, okay.

You're welcome.

I really gotta go, okay?

Okay, I'm so sorry.

I know you have better things to do

than to talk to little old Ms. Flockhart.

No, you good.

Have a good day.

I'm gonna need your vote, though.

Yes, Megan for city council.

All right, now.

Hey, Jim.

What up, ma'am?

[Ms. Flockhart] Don't

step on my begonias now.

(engine hums)

(door closes)

(engine revving)

Thank you.

Thank you.

You having a good one?

(footsteps tapping)

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Morning Professor Powell,

you look beautiful as always.

Thanks Amy, but call me Megan.

We cool and Professor

Powell sounds so uptight.

The usual?

You got it.

All right.

Chai tea latte, five pumps,

no water, whole milk,

coming right up.

You are so good.

Professor Powell.

I thought we discussed this.

It's Megan.

Megan?

Megan?

I'm sorry, have we met?

It's me, Damian, the little big head boy

that used to walk you home

from school in fourth grade.

Damian the Alien, how you been?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

But nobody calls me, The Alien, anymore.

Sort of grew into this head

over the years, thank God.

No, it still looks about the same size.

Got jokes, huh?

I'm playing with you now, you look,

you look great, you changed.

Thank you, but you're

preaching to the choir

because you look stunning.

Thanks.

What's it been, about 25 years?

Mm, really like 30 years.

You know, a lot can change in 30 years.

You are right about that.

So, you live here in Crystal Woods now?

I do, I moved here after graduation,

after I graduated college.

Okay, let me guess, school teacher.

Actually I'm a professor

at Springer University.

Well, I sort of figured that.

What gave it away?

Well, the flyers and the

posters all over the place.

Plus you were always the

smartest girl in grade school.

I remember I tried to copy

off your paper a few times,

but you would never let me.

The kids used to call you,

Egghead Meg, you remember that?

Oh, I tried to repress that memory.

Thanks for bring it back.

Well...

So, what do you do?

Well, I just own a small

little g*n shop over on Hawkins.

Oh, okay.

What's the matter?

You have a problem against g*ns?

No, it's fine.

Your chai tea is ready.

Thanks, Amy.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

Alright, Damian, great running into you.

Hey, before you go.

Stay in contact, here's my

business card, my number's on it.

Call me when you're free.

Okay, thank you.

It's good seeing you.

(footsteps tapping)

(door closes)

I see you.

What?

I need to reconnect with her real soon.

Yeah, you do.

She's really good people, and

I think she needs someone.

Think so?

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(birds chirping)

(door opens)

Good morning, Professor Powell.

You look amazing today.

Thanks, Barry, you too.

Is the president in yet?

Yeah, I think he came

in a few minutes ago.

Thanks.

Have a good one.

You too.

Sure.

What's this?

"The Brady Bunch?"

Martha, Martha, Martha.

Marsha, Marsha, Marsha.

Martha, like Marsha

from "The Brady Bunch."

Hey, hey, hey, what's going on here?

We got everything we need.

[Megan] Why y'all harassing her?

Why are you harassing her?

Follow me on Do it for

the Gram and find out.

Okay, okay, I'm talking to you.

Answer me.

Are you okay?

Yes, thank you.

No, they were really mean.

It's fine, thank you.

Are you sure?

Good morning, everyone.

I know some of you may be

wondering why I decided

to attend your faculty

meeting this morning

and I'll get to that.

But first, it is my honor and pleasure

and privilege as president

of this great university

to present the Faculty

Academic Outreach Service Award

to no other than Professor Megan Powell.

Powell, come on up here.

I hope you don't mind,

but I asked the chief editor

of "The Springer Gazette"

to be here.

It's only fitting that this

story will be front page

tomorrow.

All right.

(camera lens clicks)

Professor Powell, you accredit

not only to your faculty,

but also this university.

Your outstanding research

in forensic science

not only helped the police solve several

of their most important cases,

but also secured several

grants for this university.

It's only fitting we

recognize you with this award.

Now, of course, I could have

presented this certificate

at the graduation ceremony last year,

but as you are all aware,

the student with the g*n

had the school locked down.

So, that may have been

a tad bit difficult.

But now since we're back to normal,

I figured why not?

Professor Powell.

Thank you, this is such

an honor and a surprise.

So, thank you so much.

Oh, professor Powell,

who are you kidding?

This is your third one

in the past five years.

If I have five more of you,

this will be the best

university in America.

Thank you.

(all applauding)

Student press, that'll be all.

Can you please give us a room, please?

Thank you.

Oh my God, had no idea.

Thank you.

Now, the other reason

why I call this meeting,

as some of you may be aware,

one of your colleagues,

a senior member of the

social science faculty,

a Professor Aaron Jackson,

has been embroiled in a bit of a scandal.

Screenshots and videos

have appeared online

of him soliciting sex from a minor.

Apparently he was horsefished.

Catfish.

Catfish, is that what it is?

Yes, catfish.

Thank you for that, I appreciate that.

Any who, the media has gone into a frenzy.

Aaron on his part is continuing

to plead his innocence,

but he's obviously

lying through his teeth.

As we speak, Aaron has

been suspended indefinitely

so we're handling things

at the highest levels.

But we also want to include his faculty.

Anyone who can give suggestions

on how we can ameliorate this debacle

from a faculty level, are most welcome.

These horrendous accusations really make

this great institution look really bad.

I think the further we

get away from Aaron,

the better it is for us.

I think we need to put it

out there that, you know,

we are no longer in business with him.

He's been fired.

I think we need to strip him of any awards

that this university

has bestowed upon him.

I think we need to find someone

to teach his class immediately.

Most importantly, we've gotta

get the word out to the media

and to the community that

we do not condone pedophilia

here on this campus, absolutely not.

Then it's settled.

Megan, you'll take over these classes

for the next foreseeable future.

Not me.

I don't think that's a good idea.

No, you're absolutely right.

We do need to take sterner steps,

but until then, we need to

steer clear of the press

and keep our noses clean.

We do not need another situation like this

coming up on campus, okay?

That's it, everyone.

Keep up the good work.

Oh, Megan, classes start in

11 minutes in lecture hall.

Such a hater.

You're such a hater.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

(indistinct chatter)

Girl, why is, he is like

always hating on me.

He mad because his shoe's too tight.

Girl, congratulations.

I'm so happy for you.

This is definitely

gonna help our campaign.

It is, but I had to

go ruin it in the end.

You know, me and my big mouth.

I already teach so many classes

and yes, I did major in forensic science,

but now I gotta teach a

senior criminology class.

Like make it make sense, that's a lot.

I'm sure that it's

just for a little while

or at least until they find

a replacement for Aaron,

that's all.

Oh, speaking of the campaign,

Professor Powell for city council.

I thought we were gonna stick with Megan.

Yeah, we was,

but I thought it added a little

professional touch to it, you know?

Oh, oh, okay.

It does, but it also makes

me sound like a stuck up

kind of know-it-all person

that throws her success in people's faces.

I need you to email me

the campaign materials

by this evening, okay?

Will do.

Poor Aaron.

He has really been thrown under the bus.

I have no sympathy for him.

Okay, what?

He made a mistake.

Haven't you done something

that you regretted doing later?

Absolutely not.

Not something so disgusting,

especially with my job

on the line.

I can't believe you're

defending this creep.

Okay, okay, wait, calm down.

I'm not defending him,

but I do think there's more to

the story that we don't know.

(indistinct chatter)

Good morning, class.

I am Professor Megan Powell.

And as some of you may know,

your criminology professor,

Aaron Jackson, is indisposed.

So for the foreseeable future,

I will be filling in for him.

Yes, and your name is?

Derek.

Okay.

So, you said that Dr.

Jackson was indisposed.

[Megan] That's what I said.

By indisposed you by any

chance, mean that he was fired

for trying to stick his

shriveled-up micro p*nis

into a 15-year-old girl?

(students laughing)

I want you outta my class now.

But Professor Powell?

I want you out of my class

now.

But Professor Powell,

all I did was ask a harmless question.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Okay.

Take it outside, get

out, you're disruptive.

Fine, Meg,

have it your way.

[Megan] Professor Powell.

Meg, have it your way.

Okay.

Let's go, guys.

Jesus Christ, did he really say that?

Well, why didn't you report him?

Look, I don't know if

it's enough rustication,

but I do know that this warrants

some type of punishment.

Well, Grace, I was so

mad when he said that

in front of all the other kids.

You know, I had to watch myself.

The only thing I could say

was, get out, you know?

These kids the way they are.

I don't wanna pour

gasoline on the situation.

So, it is what it is, I guess.

But anyways, thanks for meeting me here

and talking with me after

our last conversation.

Speaking of Aaron, he's come up missing.

Good, more people like

him need to come up missing.

Good for him.

Megan?

What?

I'm so serious, Grace.

Why are you even telling me this?

Like, who cares?

Because you're running for city council.

You need to know these things.

You have to know what's going on.

So, with that being said,

apparently there's some internet troll

that goes by the name of Derek Da Truth.

And he's taken responsibility

for those leaked videos

of Aaron sneaking around with

those students last year.

Ever since that happened, he got fired.

His family hadn't been able

to get in contact with him.

So, I did some digging on my own.

And what I found out is that

this isn't the group's first victim.

A lot of people have

lost their livelihood,

because of those manipulated videos.

Whoever he is, he and his

group needs to be stopped.

Yawn, can we change the subject?

Sure.

Well, while I was digging

in his background today,

I did a little bit of

digging into yours as well,

just to make sure that

nothing unexpected comes up.

Grace, I already told you

I'm as clean as a whistle.

Well, I just want to make

sure as your campaign manager,

I have to be prepared for anything.

Okay.

I did find something,

but it wasn't easy.

I have an IT friend and he's

able to do a internet sweep

and he did a detailed search on you.

Okay, did he find anything?

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(phone chimes)

I just sent it to you via text.

Okay.

Do know that that's the only copy

and he was able to delete the footprint.

Speaking of delete, I want

you to take my phone, here,

delete it outta my sent,

received and my trash.

Okay, now you have me a little worried.

Oh, no, no, no.

Don't look at it right

now, look at it later.

I have a long weekend with...

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I need to make some changes

to your campaign poster.

I'll talk to you later.

Mm-hmm.

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(footsteps tapping)

(door closes)

These things go right through you.

(Megan sighs)

(footsteps tapping)

(door closes)

(footsteps tapping)

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(objects crunching)

Amy, did you see my phone?

I swore I left it on the counter.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't.

I was so busy to taking orders to notice.

I can-

You sure you brought

it in here with you?

Am I sure?

Of course, I'm always on my phone.

Oh, I haven't seen it.

It's gotta be here.

Excuse me, hi.

Did you see a cell phone

here with a purple case?

No.

Are you sure?

No.

Megan, look,

I will personally look for your phone.

Just call the store later and

I'll let you know something.

I got you.

All right, I need that phone.

Let me know, okay?

Yeah, I'm gonna look, yeah, yeah.

(engine rumbling)

(Megan sighs)

(door opens)

(keys jingling)

(door closes)

(footsteps tapping)

(keys jingling)

(door opens and closes)

(footsteps tapping)

Oh, what a day.

(shoes tapping)

(Megan sighs)

What a day.

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What time is it?

My phone.

Oh God, I've been sleep all night.

(door opens and closes)

Oh, there she is, there she is.

[Influencer] She's coming, she's coming.

What are y'all doing?

Good morning, Ms. Flockhart.

You sick, filthy, depraved woman.

(engine revving)

(door opens)

(dog barks)

(engine hums)

(horn honking)

There she goes.

(footsteps tapping)

What happened to my posters?

Please tell me you found my phone.

Please, please, please.

Yeah, put it over here.

I know you were coming.

Oh, thank God, thank you so much.

Where'd you find it?

On the table where you sat yesterday?

Okay, now that's weird

because we all looked right,

didn't we?

Yeah, we did.

And we didn't see it, wasn't there.

No, it wasn't.

I got a g*ng of text messages.

Yeah, it's been rigging nonstop.

Hmm, it's funny, right?

It's like, I'm like more

popular than the mayor.

Right.

Anyways, thank you so much.

You are a lifesaver, Amy.

Appreciate you, all right?

I'll see ya.

Meg?

Yeah?

Nevermind.

Have a great day.

Have a good one.

Okay.

(footsteps tapping)

(indistinct chatter)

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(door closes)

What?

What the f*ck?

Oh my God.

(tense suspenseful music)

Oh my God.

What the f*ck?

(birds chirping)

Sorry, I'm late class,

had a really hectic night.

All right, let's get started.

Turn to chapter 13, serial K*llers,

(Derek laughs)

and identify...

Young man, excuse me.

Who, me?

Yes, what do you think you're doing?

It's called watching a video.

Okay, well, does the video have anything

to do with today's lecture?

Yeah, actually it does.

Okay, well I guess you wouldn't mind

the rest of the class seeing this video.

Oh sure, yeah, let's all watch it.

Hey, do you wanna watch a video?

Do y'all wanna watch a video?

Hey Lindsey, do you wanna watch the video?

[Megan] I love big black dicks.

Come on boys, come on.

About get me some of these ballers.

Gimme the big ones.

And I'm not talking about a three point.

(Megan moaning)

Good content gets

around quick, doesn't it?

(all laughing)

Oh, professor Powell,

I think it's your turn

to leave the classroom.

Awkward.

Help, help.

[Student] Awkward.

(students laughing)

(door opens)

(door closes)

President Mitchell, I just wanted to...

(Mitchel sighs)

Yes, Professor Powell, you were saying?

I just wanted to apologize

for the unpleasantness,

from the leak of the video.

I really didn't mean

for that to happen and-

Unpleasantness?

Due to the fact that this

information came last night,

I was unable to go out and

have time with my family.

This is the second scandal

we've had in a matter of days

and social media is going viral.

In fact, the American Council of Education

is now investigating and

if they watch 30 seconds

of your g*ng bang video

that's circling around now,

we all may have to apply at

Wendy's by the end of the week.

So, unpleasantness does not

do this situation justice.

And I wish the video of

you taking on (indistinct)

basketball team was the

worst one that leaked.

But we know it's not.

These are the most disgusting

videos I've ever seen in my entire life.

How could you disrespect

yourself like that?

It was, it was only three guys.

[Mitchel] Only?

Wow, Megan.

I was at freaknik.

It was over 15 years ago,

I was drinking and smoking.

I didn't, I don't usually do that.

And I don't even know what happened.

No, no, no.

For heaven's sakes, Megan,

how did this video ever get out?

Megan, it doesn't matter if

it was 10 or 20 years ago.

The fact is the whole

world has seen this video

and heard all the disgusting

things you said about men.

And I don't know if it's

a blessing or a curse,

but you look the exact same as

you did then on those videos.

I'm gonna have to let you go.

Effective immediately.

Your employment with this

institution is hereby terminated.

All the awards you received

are required by law to be returned.

Get your things out by the end of the day

and clear the campus.

That'll be all, Megan.

But, I...

That will be all, Megan.

Okay.

(soft percussive music)

Hey, Grace, thanks for

agreeing to meet me here.

Of course, Megan, I

always have your back.

We just have to be careful just

in case someone's recording

or that they see me with you.

So, how are you holding up?

Not good.

My life is falling apart.

My bills are through the ceiling.

No school will hire me in

the Western hemisphere.

Not even a high school.

Everywhere I go, people point

at me with their fingers

or worse, their cell phones.

I am in a living hell right now

and I don't know how much

more of this I can take.

And I'm too embarrassed

to go to the pharmacy

and get my meds.

Meds?

What are you taking meds for?

Don't worry about that.

Have you spoken to President Mitchell?

Oh, about that.

He's not having it.

And just the mention of

your name, he flips his wig.

In fact, if he knew I was

secretly meeting here today,

he probably throw a gasket.

Listen, social media is

all over this right now.

And I don't think the option

of you coming back right now

is something that he's

willing to entertain.

Maybe if you just

like brought it up more-

Megan, you basically stared in a porno

with a whole basketball team.

And then just to think you went off

and said that men are only good for money

and filling your three holes

because you think that they're

brainless and worthless,

male sl*ves?

Buy 'em and sell 'em to the next woman?

What were you thinking?

You and your IT guy are behind this.

Don't do that.

You know that you were the

last one to have those files.

11 years, I worked hard.

These people, not even a severance package

or letter of recommendation

to keep me warm at night.

All because of something

stupid I did in my past.

I sl*ve for these people for years,

I do my work and they're gonna

throw me away like trash?

Just like my mom.

I'm gonna find who's

responsible for ruining my life

like this, oh yes.

And I'm gonna make them pay.

I guaran-f*cking-ty it.

Megan, listen, it's gonna

be okay, I promise you.

I'm gonna talk to Mitchell again

and if anything changes,

I'll be sure to let you know.

And just to think all this happened

when you lost your phone here.

(tense suspenseful music)

You know what, I gotta go.

You take care of yourself, okay?

(footsteps tapping)

(tense suspenseful music)

Hi, Amy.

Professor Powell.

The usual.

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't

have all the things here.

I can go to the back and get it.

Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

So, there was a camera over my phone now.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Yeah, show me the g*dd*mn footage, now.

Find it.

Professor Powell,

You are hurting me.

I don't get, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Okay.

July, 6th,

6:00 pm, find it.

I'm going to it now.

Here.

You're being a good girl now,

listen, listen to Megan, okay?

Professor Powell-

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

okay, wait, wait, rewind.

Stop.

Zoom in.

Ah, nice, nice.

That's exactly what I needed.

Okay, now, send that to my

phone like a good girl, okay?

You're not gonna tell anybody.

No.

You gonna keep your mouth shut.

If you don't and I find out,

I will f*ck you up.

(tense suspenseful music)

(door opens and closes)

(keyboard tapping)

Hey guys, Platinum here, and

I got tea for you all today.

For several months, this

online group called Da Truth

have been on a rampage

for likes and popularity.

I mean, they have been targeting

everybody in the community,

community leaders,

politicians, celebrities.

They keep going and

trolling until these people

are losing their jobs.

I mean, these people are coming

up missing and everything.

And when I tell you the

trolling just never end,

this group is ran by

someone named Derek Meyer.

He's like the son of someone

that has a lot of money

and he's a tech genius.

And I just thought I had to tell y'all.

So, that's it.

It's Platinum D and I am

signing out with the Ts.

(Megan sighs)

A few months ago, me and my

team released explicit videos

on Professor Megan

Powell to show the world

who she truly is.

A back page male bashing freak

who doesn't deserve to be

anywhere near a school.

And in the meantime, she has lost her job

at Springer University.

But yet this is not enough

to atone for her sins.

We have access to even more

explicit videos in details

on Megan Powell.

And we intend the whole world to see them.

We are Da Truth,

[All] And we are watching.

f*ck.

(fist taps)

(tense suspenseful music)

You think you're gonna get away with this?

Doing this to me?

You won't.

All of you gonna go.

Every last one of you.

(Megan sniveling)

(hand taps)

(Megan sniveling)

You will not get away with this.

(tense suspenseful music)

(tense suspenseful music continues)

(tense suspenseful music continues)

This guy who I did not remember.

So, I walked right by him.

He takes me by the arm

and he's like, you're being so rude.

Like I, he like- Megan.

Megan, is that you?

Man.

Damian, what are you doing here?

I live right there.

Hey, hey, what's wrong?

I've been waiting for you to call me

since we met at the cafe a few months ago.

Okay, I've been busy.

You ain't looking so good.

I'm fine.

Yeah, no, you're no fine.

I'm fine, I gotta go.

Take a beat.

You got a wound on your finger.

Why don't you come inside

with me and put a bandaid on.

I'll be fine.

I'll take care of it.

Come on, Meg, please.

It'll just take a second, I promise.

Come on.

Come on.

That should do it.

Thanks.

What were you doing with

that big a*s kitchen knife

in your pocket anyway?

It's for protection.

Protection, huh?

I'd hate to run into you in them streets.

Look, I really gotta get outta here.

I gotta get going.

Hey, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, sure, sure.

But before you go, have a shot with me.

The tequila will help that bleeding.

I'm good.

Come on.

Just one shot.

You're in a safe place.

(glass tapping)

Come on, let's do it.

(glass clinking)

(glasses tapping)

I see you, I see you, okay.

You know I'm glad I gotta

see this incredible woman

that egghead Meg turned out to be.

Incredible woman, huh?

I guess somebody hasn't been

on social media much lately.

That's just fake news.

I wish we had did this earlier.

Talk sooner,

so I can get to know you,

but I guess on me owning a g*n

shop was a red flag for you?

So, many people think

that g*ns are violent

and they hate 'em, I

think they're important.

Sometimes it's the only thing between you

and the funeral home.

(melancholic music)

(Megan sighs)

I don't hate g*ns.

(melancholic music)

I'm scared of 'em.

(melancholic music)

Ever since my mom died,

I've been scared of g*ns.

To be more precise,

ever since my mom blew her brains out.

I know that that has

to be difficult for you.

It is.

I couldn't go a block

without someone pointing

and staring and looking at me.

So, it was probably time to go.

I never thought I'd be going

through something like that

again in my life.

And I can't believe I was that naive.

Hey, look at me, look at me.

I don't believe that was being naive.

I believe it was just being human.

So, why'd you leave Everglade County?

Well, my dad got a job in another town

and I was bullied all the time.

Really?

There was this one kid,

he just wouldn't let it go.

What was his name?

Dutch, Butch.

Butch Fenderson, that was his name.

I remember that kid, he was a d*ck.

Yeah, he was.

But you didn't know the worst of it.

He would, he would just torment me.

He would spit ba*ls in

the back of my head,

as a matter of fact, he was the one

that gave me the nickname

Damian the Alien.

Sounds like he really

had it out for you.

Yeah, but I got the last laugh.

Yeah.

You promise not to tell anybody?

Who am I gonna tell?

Scout's honor, okay.

Well, I snuck into the school's infirmary.

I read his records.

Turns out he's allergic to

pickles, deathly allergic.

Swapped out pickles on his

sandwich in the cafeteria,

while he lied there in pain,

I made sure I made eye contact

with him just to let him know

that I was the one that did it.

Yeah, his punk a*s knew it was me.

Yeah.

Do you ever feel like

you're somebody else?

What do you mean?

Nevermind.

I gotta go, it's late and

I should probably leave.

I gotta get home and-

Listen, before you leave,

can I gift you with something?

It's just a little protection

so you don't run around

stabbing yourself again.

And it has protective measurements.

Can I show you how to use it?

Yeah.

All right.

So, this is your opening

mechanism blade side down.

That's the sharp side.

You use this side to slice and cut meat

and you use fast stabbing

motions for quick bleed out.

To close it, push the

mechanism to the left.

(knife clicks)

It's all yours.

Thanks.

I'll practice this at home.

Really?

You should.

Gotta wash that blood off.

I gotta go, okay.

Really?

Yeah, thank you.

You got, can I get your number

before you leave so I can call?

(door closes)

(tense suspenseful music)

(knife clicks)

(tense suspenseful music)

(water sizzling)

Hello?

Lindsey, are you here?

(water sizzling)

(tense suspenseful music)

Hello?

Lindsey, are you there?

(water sizzling)

(tense suspenseful music)

Lindsey?

Hello?

(tense suspenseful music)

Somebody there?

(tense suspenseful music)

(Courtney screams)

(knife slashes)

(tense suspenseful music)

("The City Ain't Safe")

The city ain't safe

(soft beat music)

The city ain't safe

(soft beat music)

The city ain't safe for no one

Protect your neck or don't come

Ain't no love, can't show none

Pressure on you, gon' run

All I'm about is my paper

Outta line and I late ya

Sayonara

See you later

No handouts, no favors

Tell 'em laying in the dirt

When the worst come to worst

Know the real ones put in work

Cut the grass, snakes is first

In the dark the danger lurks

Never know when copper gon' catch you

Or put a few stains on your shirt

Courtney?

'Round here is eat or get ate

Courtney?

'Round here is hustle hard

'Round here is earn your place

'Round here you can do

whatever around here

Courtney?

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

(Lindsey screaming)

(soft melancholic music)

(soft melancholic music)

(lips smacking)

What?

What's the matter?

I don't know, Brandon,

should we really be doing this?

Doing what?

I mean this, this is f*cked up.

We just left Courtney's

funeral when you had had

that inspiring speech

act just a few hours ago

and now we're making out in your car.

What if someone sees us?

What?

Are you kidding me?

You know Courtney meant nothing to me.

She was a massive b*tch.

Everyone hated her.

It's sad that she's dead,

but it pretty much saves me the trouble

of having to dump her.

I know, I know.

It just feels f*cked up is all I'm saying.

Regardless of whether

she was in a way or not,

she was still your girlfriend.

What if it was me that got

their necks sliced open?

Would you be in the car the next day

making out with some girl?

No, no.

Of course not.

I mean I'd probably let a week pass,

but definitely not the next day

[Lindsey] Go f*ck yourself, Brandon.

(door opens and closes)

Lindsey, come back.

I was just joking.

And where are you going?

f*ck.

(door opens)

(trunk closes)

f*ck.

Ain't like you wasn't f*cking

me entire past two years.

Oh, I see you changed your mind.

Yeah.

(knife slashes)

(can clanking)

(police siren wailing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(gloves stretching)

Detective.

[Detective] Let 'em through.

Let 'em through.

(police siren wailing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Special Agent Jessica Montoya, FBI.

Welcome, Special Agent.

And this is my partner, Evans.

Welcome.

So, what have you got?

Well, we're not really

yet sure of the motive,

but his neck is cut.

Now, this victim here is a

Springer University student.

We noticed a few cans of

open beers in the car.

So, we not sure if he was passed out

or someone just randomly came by.

Oh, we also found an unopened condom.

So, it's safe to say this guy was unlucky

in more ways than one. (laughs)

That's where we at.

(indistinct radio chatter)

This was a vengeance m*rder.

Oh yeah?

How could you tell?

For starters, the victim's

neck was cut from behind.

Most likely it was someone

he knew that m*rder*d him.

And the pattern of blood

splatter confirms this theory.

Judging by the lack of resistance

in his hands and fingers,

he definitely knew the k*ller.

There's no evidence of fight or struggle

or physical altercation

leading up to the m*rder.

This was either a surprise or a setup.

In other words, the person

had to be conversing

with the victim leading up to the m*rder.

And the cut matches the

m*rder of Courtney Stone,

which now makes this the second

Springer University senior

from the same class to be

m*rder*d within the same week.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

So, are you telling me that you think

this is a related m*rder?

I don't think it is, Detective.

I know it is.

Now I also know that we seem to have

a possible serial k*ller on our hands.

So, from here forward,

the FBI will be taking

over this investigation.

Please send the files and the

forensic reports to my office,

ASAP.

Yes, ma'am.

Detective, you can go.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Well, where to next?

Where else?

Springer University.

[Special Agent Evans] Thought

I was done with college.

Damn this, man, they

come down here all the time

thinking they just know

what they doing, man.

We had this under control.

Had this under control.

(phone chimes)

The hell is he doing?

(phone taps)

What are you doing?

What?

I said what are you doing?

[Damian] What's it look like I'm doing?

I'm washing your car.

I know that but I didn't ask you to.

[Damian] You didn't

have to, it needed it.

I don't care what it needed.

I never even gave you my address,

so how the hell you get it.

[Damian] Well, first of all,

you're a community leader,

so it wasn't that hard

finding you using Google.

Oh great, so, now you're

a stalker, stalking me.

Oh man, it's a serial

k*ller on the loose.

Hide your kids, hide you

wives, hide your pets.

They k*lling folks over

on that university.

Yeah, man, listen, two

weeks ago I told y'all,

Springer University senior,

Courtney Stone, lost her life.

Yeah, roommate found her

stabbed all up, they stabbed the girl.

What they do to that,

just stabbed up, you know,

found in an apartment, stabbed up.

Now, here we are a few days later.

Unfortunately, gotta report this too.

Another senior at Springer

University, Brandon August,

lost his life.

Now they didn't tell us he

got stabbed, cut up, choked.

Ain't no, they ain't even

tell us what it was, you know?

But lemme just tie this

story together for you.

Brandon was found in the

early hours Monday morning,

'cause he was drinking.

He was drinking 'cause he

was dealing with the death

of his girlfriend, then watch this.

Guess who his girlfriend is?

You ain't gonna believe this.

You ain't gonna believe his girlfriend.

Courtney, the same girl that

got stabbed up two weeks ago.

Oh man, there's a serious

k*ller on the loose.

What y'all talking about?

Talking about just, oh we

just, ain't no speculation man.

My mind ain't playing no tricks on me.

There's a serial k*ller on the loose.

RIP Courtney.

RIP Mr August.

(phone chimes)

The hell is he doing?

(phone taps)

Freshly squeezed.

I don't mind if I do, thank you.

Okay.

(Damian burps)

Don't my mind me, outdoor

work makes me thirsty.

Does look a lot better.

I don't mean to not sound appreciative,

but don't you have a g*n

shop to run or something?

Well, it's my weekend off,

so I figured I'll use it

to relax a little bit.

Mm, I hate to know what

your idea of work is.

The same thing.

It just depends on who I'm doing it with.

Okay, well you are welcome

to take a shower inside,

because you smell like outdoors.

Yeah, it's bad.

Mm.

At least I don't smell like a*s.

So, I wanted to do

something nice for you

and make you a little spaghetti.

But if you just eat around the,

the cinch part is actually quite good.

You you mean this part right here?

The hard part, that

part, I just got a little,

You know what?

How about we just drink the wine?

Okay.

Cheers.

Cheers to that.

I tried.

So, let me ask you a question.

If you can go anywhere in

the world, where would it be?

Oh, I've always wanted

to go to South America.

Like Brazil or Chile.

Hmm, that sounds nice.

Maybe one day we can go

to one of those places.

We?

We.

Oh we, we, a lot of wes going on like,

what is this, French class?

Sure is.

Let me ask you, what

were you and my neighbor

talking about?

She wanted to know how you

stayed so gorgeous for so long.

[Megan] Be serious.

And I told her I'm still

trying to figure it out myself.

No, for real, I wanna know.

Well, if you must know,

she was asking me how

much you were paying me

to wash your car.

And I told her wasn't charging anything

because we're friends.

And then she started asking me

how could I still be a friend

after I learned what you had done.

And I told her, that was so

long ago, it doesn't matter.

And you're a totally new person now.

Sounds like you two had

quite the conversation.

You could say that.

But I think I got through to her, though.

Really?

Yeah, then she started talking about

since you work outside

how much I would charge

to trim her bushes.

And I told her I don't date

women two times my age.

That's not what she meant, stop.

Well, she was right about one thing

and you are a friend of mine,

but there's so much more than that.

(lips smacking)

(soft beat music)

(tense suspenseful music)

("Like a Boss")

I got the heart of a hustler

Passion of a grinder

Faith of a struggler

Make you haters get behind me

Say they won't hear

So you know where you can find me

Make the whole club jump

I make moves like a boss

Y'all n*gg*s know me

I make moves like a boss

Y'all n*gg*s know me

I make moves like a boss

Y'all n*gg*s know me

I make moves like a boss

When I was 15

(tense suspenseful music)

I got heat of a hustler

Passion of a grinder

Faith of a struggler

(tense suspenseful music)

(Brenda screams)

(knife slashes)

(tense suspenseful music)

Y'all n*gg*s know me

I make moves like a boss

Y'all n*gg*s know me

I make moves like a boss

Y'all n*gg*s know me

I make moves like a boss

(tense suspenseful music)

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Don't contaminate

the crime scene, Evans.

So, were there any eyewitnesses?

No, ma'am.

Janitor found her like this around 7:00 am

when she came into work.

So, how did she get in here

before the janitor arrived?

See Brenda, she's the captain

of our women's water polo team

and she's one of the few

persons who has a spare key

to the gym and the weight room.

She comes in early so she

can do a video sessions

for social media.

Does that work?

The cameras?

Yeah, we have cameras everywhere.

Where can we find the security feed?

Not a problem, follow me, I'll show you.

Stop.

Right there.

Thank you, Barry, that'll do for now.

Could you give us a minute?

Sure, I'll be outside

if you need anything.

Thank you.

Well, looks like we

finally found our perp.

You know, whoever she is-

She?

How do you know that's a woman?

Well, slender frame, wide

hips, gait and posture.

It's all a dead giveaway.

But beyond that, I would

just call it a hunch.

So, like I was saying, whoever she is,

she sure seems to know an awful

lot about the campus grounds

and the students' personal schedules.

In fact, I'd wager that

these two know each other

but not intimately.

So, how do you wanna play this?

I think it's about time we started

questioning the teachers.

Hey, Lynn.

Z, where were you?

I was waiting for you

the past f*cking hour

for you to show up.

I'm only two minutes late.

I don't want to hear it.

Why the hell is Derek?

He called, he said he was running late.

You know Derek, he always

likes to make an entrance.

Are you f*cking sh1tting me?

Some crazy lunatic is targeting us

and you're still worried

about making an entrance?

Shh, keep your voice down.

You don't want everyone to hear us.

I don't f*cking care who hears us.

I was with Brandon the night he died.

It's like one minute we're swapping saliva

and the next he sliced

open like a can of sardines

on the side of the street.

And then they found

Brenda's body this morning

with half of her intestine spill out

all over the weight room floor.

Like, like a busted f*cking

watermelon sliced open.

If we don't do something quick,

it's going to be us next.

Hey, man.

Sorry I am late.

I was just putting the finishing

touches on our next reel.

Derek, would you stop

with the f*cking reel post.

Don't all lives matter to you?

I don't understand what the problem is.

Lindsey's convinced we're being targeted

for the interviews and videos you dropped.

Of course we're being targeted.

You think it's some kind

of f*cking sick coincidence

that three of us have been k*lled

in the past two f*cking weeks?

Calm the f*ck down, Lindsey.

We all know the risks that

go with the work we do.

I promise everything's under control.

Oh yeah?

How so?

I hacked into the FBI servers

and I know for certain that

they have agents on the way

to investigate the matter further.

I even went a step further

and privately emailed the FBI

all the information that I have gathered

with all the interviews we've done

and names we've dropped, okay?

I assure you that they will

have agents that'll g*n 'em down

in cold blood, give it

a day, two days tops.

All we have to do is just sit back

and let them do their job.

So, who do you suppose it is?

I don't know, I don't

f*cking care either.

Whoever he is, he's dead meat.

And that's the truth.

I bloody hate him.

Damian, you cannot keep

showing up like this unannounced.

We have got to have a serious

conversation about boundaries.

I know I'm, and I'm sorry,

but I just wanted to see

you so bad and say hi.

Especially after we didn't get a chance

to say bye the other day.

Where'd you go anyway?

Okay, this conversation

couldn't wait until tomorrow

or until at least I'm fully awake?

So true.

I guess I'll see you later, okay?

Yeah.

What's that?

This, that's my g*n.

I'm a g*n shop owner, so I

pretty much have to carry

all the time.

Are you okay?

Yeah, it's just that when

my mother was k*lled, died,

I was the one that found her

body with the g*n next to her.

The g*n she used to k*ll herself.

And I'll never forget that

sad face that she had.

I don't get much sleep now because of it.

My mother may have pulled the trigger,

but it was my father

that gave her the g*n.

My father was a big gambler.

He was always trying to get

stuff to make my mom happy.

She always thought that he

didn't give her enough things.

So, he gambled to get this fake perception

of being a millionaire.

(melancholic music)

The burden that my father put on himself

made my mom really resent herself

for turning him into a gambler.

You know, he did all that

to try to make her happy.

And that resentment is what

made my mom wanna k*ll herself.

She left a note and it said,

"Now you can go live your life

and you don't have to try

to make me happy anymore."

(soft melancholic music)

I swore I would never

let that happen to me.

I got involved with

some really bad crowds.

I was messing up

and then I finally got it together.

I studied hard and I went to school

and I created a career from scratch.

But I still could never ever shake

that image of my mother's face.

(soft melancholic music)

First it started with

nightmares, then hallucinations.

(soft melancholic music)

And I was diagnosed with

depersonalization disorder.

Sometimes I feel like and act

like I'm not in my own body.

You know, it's like I'm a

backseat driver in my own car.

In other words, I'm pretty f*cked up.

Meg, look, I don't care what you did

and I don't care what people say.

All I care about is you.

(soft melancholic music)

It's getting late.

You wanna spend the night?

Thought you'd never ask.

Okay, well, there's a couch.

It's all yours.

Are you serious right now?

(doorbell rings)

(door opens)

Can I help you?

Good morning.

I'm Special Agent Jessica Montoya

and this is my partner, Evans.

Is Professor Megan Powell at home?

We'd like to speak with her.

Yes, yeah, sure.

Come on in, I'll go get her.

Hey, Meg!

(tense suspenseful music)

Hello, would you two

like anything to drink?

Maybe some water, coffee?

A glass of water would be great, thanks.

Okay.

(footsteps swooshing)

(door opens)

(glasses clink)

(door closes)

(water sizzling)

(suspenseful music)

(water sizzling)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps swooshing)

There you go.

Thank you.

You are welcome.

So, what's this pertaining to?

Perhaps, Mr?

Damian.

Damian, could give us a little privacy.

Oh no, Damian's my boyfriend.

So, anything you need to say

to me, you can say around him.

If you insist.

We just wanted to ask you

a couple of questions.

Pertaining to what?

Pertaining to the

deaths of Courtney Stone,

Brandon August, and Brenda Gale.

Three students from Springer

University that have passed.

I haven't taught at Spring University

for three months since they fired me.

Perhaps you didn't get the memo.

Yes, but you were

teaching there for 10 years

prior to that, is that correct?

Yes.

And before your time

as a college professor,

you graduated summa c*m

laude from Brown University

with a major in forensic science

and a minor in criminology.

Also correct.

And during that same time,

you interned for a year

with the United States Marshal Service

and were even offered a

position upon graduation.

But you turned it down due

to unexplained reasons.

I don't like g*ns.

And while you were

at Springer University,

your forensic research

was so groundbreaking.

You help local law enforcement put away

several suspected felons.

Are you gonna ask me any real questions

or are you gonna ride my d*ck all morning?

That's right, I almost forgot,

(suspenseful music)

not only are you highly

educated and trained,

you also have a documented history

of mental illness and

complex psychological trauma.

All right then professor,

here's some real questions.

Where were you last

Saturday morning at 6:00 am?

I was in bed with Damian.

He can confirm that.

(suspenseful music)

Before you were fired,

you had a confrontation

with one of your students,

one Derek Meyer?

He was a little sh*t.

He disrupted my class,

so I asked him to leave

and the herd went with him,

because they obviously share one brain.

Six students left your class that day

and at least three of them

have been m*rder*d since.

It's quite the coincidence,

don't you think?

Look, if you think I k*lled

three students from my class

that I was teaching on

an interim basis only

just because of a disruption in the class,

then you're dumber than you look.

I guess the FBI lets anyone

in there these days, huh?

Like this girl.

What if I were to tell you,

we have photo evidence

placing you at the gym at

the exact same time

Brenda Gale was m*rder*d.

Bullshit.

I haven't stepped foot

into Spring University

since they let me go.

So, if you don't have any

real questions for me,

I'd appreciate it

if you got the hell outta my house.

You're probably right.

And we seem to have

overstayed our welcome.

(suspenseful music)

Listen, we both know you're the one

who k*lled those students.

You're the only one smart

enough to do it so flawlessly.

Annoying little shits, aren't they?

You know, they probably had it coming,

especially after what they did to you.

If it were me in your shoes,

I'd want revenge on

every last one of them.

There's not a jury in the world

that wouldn't understand that.

So, why don't you come with us quietly

and we could put an end

to all this madness.

What do you say?

How you done?

Goodbye, Detective Montoya.

Don't let the door hit

you on your way out.

(footsteps swooshing)

(door opens and closes)

I am really sorry you

had to be here for that.

Yeah, are you kidding me?

I'm just glad I was here to support you,

but it didn't look like

you needed my help at all.

I do have one question, though.

Did you have anything to do with this?

Of course not.

I didn't think you did it,

but I just needed to hear it for myself.

I didn't know we were already

boyfriend and girlfriend,

though.

(both laugh)

(suspenseful music)

("Lose Ur Religion")

We got F-A-T in the house tonight

We got N-E-D in the house tonight

Yeah, I'ma make you lose ur religion

I don't know how the hell

I let you talk me into this.

This is the last thing we need

to do is be out in the open.

Are you kidding?

This is exactly what we need.

Blow off and steam.

You remember what Derek said?

The FBI's all over this.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I don't know.

I can't shake the feeling

that somebody's watching us.

Are you kidding?

Of course someone's watching you, girl.

You're beautiful.

Take a drink, mingle, take the edge off.

Besides whoever this nut job is,

it's not like they're gonna

come k*ll us in the middle

of a room full of people, is it?

Alright, but just 10

minutes and then we're out.

Promise.

I cross my heat, then

have to get shitfaced.

I'm gonna go take a seat over here.

Watch it, b*tch.

Group I work for.

It's pretty incredible.

We could destroy anyone.

Just a touch of a button.

Oh really?

A couple months ago

we destroyed the life

of this sl*t teacher for

talking to us the wrong way.

b*tch thought she could mess with us.

We got her.

Look, do you wanna get outta here?

Come back to my place.

Is everything okay?

Everything's...

Are you...

You've ruined my f*cking outfit.

What the f*ck?

(upbeat music)

We got F-A-T in the house tonight

We got N-E-D in the house tonight

Yeah, I'ma make you lose ur religion

Yeah, I'ma make you lose ur religion

(tense suspenseful music)

(knife slashes)

(Z groans)

(Meg laughs)

(kick thuds)

Yeah, I like your style

Z?

No, no, no, Z, Z, Z!

Z, no, no, no, no way, this

cannot be f*cking happening.

(keys jingling)

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

Z's dead, Brenda's dead, Brandon's dead,

everybody's f*cking dead.

I can't take this sh*t no more.

I f*cking can't, I just can't.

I just, I just gotta get as

far away from here as possible.

I gotta leave this state,

no, no, no, no, scratch

that, scratch that.

I gotta leave this f*cking country.

I just gotta make to my

uncle's house outside the city.

I'll be safe from there.

Got you, b*tch.

(knife slashes)

(tense suspenseful music)

Megan, what's taking you so long?

[Megan] I'm almost done,

Damian, be right there.

You need me to come up

there and give you a hand?

No, I got it.

How do I look?

Yeah, like it?

That bad?

No, you look amazing.

You're exquisitely stunning.

That's all the compliment I need.

This is really nice.

Thank you.

I haven't been on a date in so long.

Thank you for hanging out with me tonight.

Well, lucky for you, neither have I.

And this is really nice,

I really appreciate you

going out of your way and

making this so beautiful

and really making it private,

because I really wasn't up

to facing the public tonight.

Well, nothing but the

best for you, my dear.

(doorbell rings)

Who could that be?

No idea.

(footsteps tapping)

(door opens)

Hello, Mrs. Flockhart.

Megan, darling.

Hey, I just wanna know if

you have a little time,

I wanted to speak with you, is that okay?

I guess.

What's on your mind?

Well, I wanted to come by

so that I could, you know,

apologize to you for being a well, a rude,

annoying rap face b*tch.

Truth is Megan, I was

scared, hell, we all were.

I mean, the news made it look like

you was some type of sick,

sexual pervert who was ruining

and corrupting our, our

schools and our community.

But your boyfriend, Damian,

who I must say, is very fine.

He told me everything

that was really going on.

Oh, did he?

Yes, he did, he explained it.

That stuff that was

happening in that video

was from like 15 years ago

when you were in college

and you were, you know,

what the kids call 'em,

shitfaced and at the freaknik.

But you are a change person now

and you've put your past behind you

and you're doing a lot of

great things in the community.

Well, a lot of that stuff was true.

Well, like they always say,

whatever has happened in the

past should stay in the past.

I mean, we've all done

something that's crazy

and you know, we've made

mistakes when we were younger.

I mean, you probably wouldn't believe it

by seeing how plump I am now.

But, honey, I used to

be a centerfold model.

Oh really?

Yes.

I was a part of the bombshell

babies of the late '80s.

This face and body was on

all the famous magazines

and calendars and don't tell nobody,

but I used to do the nudie ones too.

Oh my God, stop.

Stop, girl.

Honey, I was fine.

[Megan] You was naked.

But listen, what I really

came to tell you is this,

you don't have to be perfect, Megan, okay?

Just know that you just

keep doing your best.

Thank you, I really

appreciate you saying that.

Ladies, I hate to break

up the conversation,

but our food's getting cold.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Megan.

I didn't know you had

company over for dinner.

Hey, Damian.

[Damian] How you doing, Ms. Flockhart?

Oh, well, well, let me let you guys

get back to what you were doing.

Okay honey, enjoy your meal

'cause he's a whole snack.

Okay, okay, thank you.

Bye.

Bye.

She is something else.

She likes you.

Good evening, I have sea

bass, truffle mashed potatoes

and asparagus for your dinner.

Oh my God, that looks amazing.

It looks so good doesn't it?

I have the signature dessert,

the sweet potato (indistinct) for you.

Oh my God.

I hope you enjoy.

Thank you.

Thank you, chef.

Wow, you really pulled out

all the stuff for tonight,

didn't you?

Well, like I said earlier,

nothing but the best for you, baby.

Hmm.

I wanna thank you.

You know, before you came

around, I was going through a lot

and I was thinking about taking

myself out like my mother.

You know, I really felt like I

had no reason to live anymore

and I just was in a bad place.

You made me see the good in people

and to know that it still

exists out in this world.

And you know, you seen all my

craziness and all the drama

and you didn't run, you didn't leave me.

And I guess I'm trying to say is,

Damian Washington, I...

Love me?

(doorbell rings)

Let it be.

Our sea bass's waste, baby.

Probably Ms. Flockhart.

Come on.

I'll send her away.

I'll get rid of her.

Let her go, come on.

(door opens)

Megan Powell, you're

under arrest for the m*rder-

What the hell are y'all

doing, man, come on.

Lindsey Cho, Brandon Gale,

Courtney Stone and Brenda Gale.

(melancholic music)

It took you long enough, I

was starting to get sleepy.

Would you like anything before we begin?

Water, coffee?

I wanna make sure you're

absolutely comfortable

before we get started.

I'm good, I don't want anything.

Oh, wait, on second thought.

I think I like some sea

bass, some truffle potatoes

and some asparagus.

You know the dinner I was gonna have

before you busted in with

your thug and ruined my date.

You see, that's what

I love about you, Megan.

You've got some big ba*ls,

but mine are even bigger.

Oh, congratulations.

Are you coming out?

(envelope crunching)

(pictures tapping)

Am I supposed to know

who these people are?

You're usually so meticulous,

but this time you got c*ck, too c*ck.

About five people from

the Sigma new frat house

were posting videos to social

media a few minutes before

and after the murders of

Azeez Gupta and Lindsey Cho.

I've never seen these

people before in my life.

You're kidding, right?

You know, I knew that this

still wouldn't be enough

to get a confession out of you.

So, I took things a step further.

What am I looking at?

You're looking at a

single piece of evidence

that's gonna get you the electric chair.

That's right, you're psychopathic b*tch.

We sent that red plastic cup

down to our boys at the lab

to analyze and I'm willing

to wager an arm and a leg,

that the prints on that cup belong to you.

But you know what, I'm actually

feeling pretty generous.

I'm willing to cut you a deal.

My partner is on his way here

right now with the lab results

of your prints on that cup.

If you admit to the murders

of all four students now,

I'd be willing to put

in a good word for you

with the judge.

I would even tell him about

some of the mental health

challenges you've experienced.

And most likely you get 25 to life,

maybe even a lighter sentence.

And within 20 years or so,

you could be out on good behavior.

However, if he walks in here

before you decide, then the deal's off.

Clock is ticking, Megan,

what's it gonna be?

(suspenseful music)

What's it gonna be, Megan?

(suspenseful music)

Tick tok, Professor

Powell, make up your mind.

(Jessica laughs)

Oh, time's up.

(suspenseful music)

(Megan laughs)

Ah, they're your prints

aren't they, huh, huh?

[Special Agent Jessica] How did you?

The water you gave me at your house.

Can I go now?

I have a date to get back to.

You got the key?

Tap tap.

Got somewhere to go.

You mad, huh?

(tense suspenseful music)

Keys, please.

(door closes)

(engine rumbling)

You can't be serious.

You picked me up from

my apartment for this?

Oh, I'm dead serious, Derek.

Or should I say Derek Da Truth?

This is the only way

that we can catch her.

And if not then I really

can't vouch for your safety.

So, you want me to make a video?

Yes.

Right now?

Yes.

When this psycho b*tch

is on a k*lling streak?

Yes, yes, yes.

Well, no, no and f*cking no, okay?

She's gonna come and k*ll me too.

Yes, Derek, she is,

we're counting on it.

She's gonna try to k*ll you.

So, why don't we have

her do it on our terms.

What the f*ck did I just hear?

What do you want?

(chair scrapes)

What we want, Derek is a honeypot.

Something that'll draw her out

so we can catch her in the act.

It's the only way.

So, you want me to be a guinea pig?

I thought y'all were

supposed to be protecting me.

Derek, do you know how many

people's lives you ruined?

Some even committed suicide.

Six.

That's all in the past year.

That's enough to put you away for life.

And there's nothing your

daddy could do about it.

So, yeah, you are going to

be our guinea pig, Derek.

A f*cking juicy one.

And you're gonna squeak until

the big cat comes for you.

Then we're gonna nab her.

Is that understood?

Man, f*ck this and f*ck y'all.

I'm outta here, my dad's

private jet is waiting.

Derek,

sit.

f*ck.

Listen Derek, I know you're scared,

but the woman you pissed off, Megan,

she's a master at covering her steps.

She can make a m*rder scene

look like a kindergarten class

if she really wanted to.

She's got an IQ higher than that

of any serial k*ller in history.

The only way that we can

stop her is with your help.

So, you can choose to help us

or you can fly to Barbados.

But if you do that, I guarantee you

she will buy a plane

ticket and come after you.

So, you can either help

us and we'll catch her now

or she'll come k*ll you later.

(tense suspenseful music)

(Derek sighs)

What do you want me to say?

(tense suspenseful music)

Now, remember, we'll be

monitoring you the whole time.

We have a SWAT team already en route

and I just want you to

go into your apartment,

lock the doors and stay put.

Once she's captured, then

you can upload the leaks.

You can leave the country.

I mean, hell, at that point

you can leave the planet

for all I f*cking care.

Just make sure we get her first.

Understood?

Hey, are you listening to me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard

you, be a good little bait.

Go in there, upload the video,

then run the f*ck away once you capture

the psycho b*tch, right?

Good boy.

[Derek] Yeah.

She should be here any minute,

so, you better get going.

Oh lovely.

Oh and Derek, don't

forget to lock your doors.

Oh, that's a good idea, I'll do that.

(tense suspenseful music)

Are we all set?

Yeah, we're set.

I got the keys.

But SWAT team is delayed

by some negotiation.

Hello, everyone, this is Derek Da Truth.

A few weeks ago I gave an ultimatum

to former Spring University

teacher, Megan Powell.

I kindly asked her to leave our city,

or watch as all of her dirty

little secrets are exposed.

And yet still today, she roams

the streets of our community.

I'm a man of my word, so I

will be uploading the rest

of the leaks on Megan Powell,

8:00 pm tomorrow night.

Even the secrets of her sweet dead mother.

Yes, Megan, I know all about

the depressing secrets of your family.

And tomorrow night, so

will the rest of the world.

And there's nothing you can do to stop it.

So, please leave now.

We'll just do what we have to do.

It's 7:30 already, where the f*ck is she?

Maybe she's not gonna come.

There's no way I'm wrong about her.

(tense suspenseful music)

Oh sh*t.

Speak of the devil.

Stay on the ground, on the ground now.

Freeze.

Keep your hands in the air, do not move.

Yeah, we got you now, Viola Davis.

You not getting away with m*rder today.

f*ck.

Not her.

(tense suspenseful music)

It's not.

(tense suspenseful music)

(tense suspenseful music continues)

Derek, are you all right in there?

Evans, you got me?

Clear.

(door bangs)

f*ck.

(tense suspenseful music)

I'll call it in.

Man.

[Man] Sneaking around my back

and drinking all that juice

before I told you to go to bed.

[Woman] Well, he never told me that.

You know, he doesn't talk

about his childhood much.

[Man] Well, it was rough

growing up in a foster home

with 12 other kids.

I was always the bigger brother.

[Woman] So, what happened

when y'all grew up?

[Megan] My dearest, Damian.

I just wanted to use this

opportunity to thank you

for being there for me

these past few months.

Before you came into my life,

I was depressed and suicidal.

I was one setback away

from taking my life.

You saw me for the freak I

was, yet you accepted me.

Your bright smile

and cheesy pickup lines kept me going.

You helped me rediscover my purpose

and with it a renewed will to live.

That's part of the reason why

I have to say goodbye now.

Don't worry, I'm going somewhere safe.

Somewhere perhaps I can start over again.

But I do hope our paths

still cross one day.

If not in this world,

then at least in the next.

I love you, Damian.

Sincerely yours, Megan.

(soft melancholic music)

Damn, Meg.

(soft melancholic music continues)

Oh man.

(soft melancholic music continues)

(woman speaks in foreign language)

(man speaks in foreign language)

(woman speaks in foreign language)

(soft melancholic music continues)

(man speaks in foreign language)

(Megan speaks in foreign language)

("The City Ain't Safe")

The city ain't safe

(soft beat music)

The city ain't safe

(soft beat music)

City ain't safe for no one

Protect your neck or don't come

Ain't no love, can't show none

Pressure on you, gon' run

All I'm about is my paper

Outta line and I late ya

Sayonara

See you later

No handouts no favors

Tell 'em laying in the dirt

When the worst come to worst

Know the real ones put in work

Cut the grass, snakes is first

In the dark, the danger lurks

Never know when copper

going to catch you

Or put a few stains on your shirt

Because 'round here is get or get got

'Round here is eat or get ate

'Round here all you got

is your word and your name

'Round here is hustle hard

'Round here is earn your place

'Round here you can do

whatever, 'round here

But 'round here the city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

See, I ride for my squad

Slide for my click

Die for my day ones if

it ever come around to it

See, I ride for my squad

Slide for my click

Die for my day ones if

it ever come around to it

I was born conquer

Look at the magic I conjured

I say it again as I respond to one

We just trying to live prosperous

Hallmark cars be watching us

Praying for the opposite

Wanna see me locked down

But I bounce back in this opulence

Ain't nothing left

but to rise above it

City buzzing, b*ll*ts humming

Still I see blue skies coming

I ain't stopping for nothing

Ambitions of a rider

Manness in my DNA,

my agenda for the day

Does it get money, get paid

'Cause 'round here is get or get got

'Round here is eat or get ate

'Round here all you got

is your word and your name

'Round here is hustle hard

'Round here is earn your place

'Round here you can do

whatever, 'round here

But 'round here, the city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

The city ain't safe

See, I ride for my squad

Slide for my click

Die for my day ones if

it ever come around to it

See, I ride for my squad

Slide for my click

Die for my day ones if

it ever come around to it

The city ain't safe