01x06 - Guts and Glory

[bunniefuu]

[Loud electronic music playing]

[Screaming]

Help!

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[Breathing heavily]

I need to find Farah.

Go. Let's just get out of here.

- Basement.
- Seriously?

That's where she'll be. It's safe.

Okay. Ready?

Let's go. Let's go!

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I don't want to die.

You're not gonna die. Get down here!

N-no, we'll be trapped!
We'll be trapped down there!

We can barricade the doors!

No! Stef!

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[Screams]

Help me!

- Let him go!
- Help me, Blake!

[Screaming]

Help me, Blake!

[Screams] Help me, Blake!

Help me, Blake! Help me!

[Screaming continues]

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[Screaming stops]

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[Breathing heavily]

Oh, my God!

What the hell happened to her?

She was hung up in a tree by her feet.

She had a bag put over her head.

Her neck was slit and
the bag was filled with blood.

She drowned in her own blood?

We left her out there at his mercy.

[g*n c*ck]

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Put the g*n down.
- No.

One of you is a k*ller.

- We're not the k*ller!
- Shut the hell up, Shirley.

Don't talk to her like that!

[g*nsh*t] Enough!

I don't want to hear it!

I am done playing nice guy!

[Switch clicks, electricity crackles]

[Grunts]

[Whispering] Farah.

Hey, it's me. [Screaming in distance]

Farah.

Farah?

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[Sobbing nearby]

Farah.

Farah.

[Screams]

It's me!

It's me. Hey, it's okay.

It's me, it's me. Come here. It's okay.

Come here, I got you. [Sobbing]

I got you, okay? You're okay.

You're okay. It's okay.

Is he gone?

- Oh!
- It's okay.

Listen, listen, listen, listen, hey.

He's not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna let him hurt you,
I promise.

- What are we gonna do?
- We're gonna get out of here.

We're gonna get out of here.

I'm gonna need your phone.
We gotta call the cops.

Alright?

It's in my purse. Upstairs.

sh*t. Okay, okay, okay.

Look at me. Look at me.

He's gonna get down here at some point.

I don't know when.

We gotta get out of here, okay?

Yeah, yeah. Listen.

You can do this.

I'm right here, I'm right here.

I'm right here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Okay. Okay. Come on. Okay.

I got you. Come on.

[Door opens]

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[Screaming]

Oh, my God...

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Help, help! Help, help, help!

[Screams]

Angelica!

Wait! No, no, no, no, no, no!

- She's not gonna make it.
- We can't leave her!

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My Shirley,

boiling chefs to death
and ripping out a woman's heart?

You're clearly out of your g*dd*mn mind.

I suspect each and every one of you.

How long have you been planning this?

I got to admit, I was a little shocked

to find out that this
was happening to me again.

But...

JP's g*n has provided
a little bit of clarity.

We're all in shock.

Even us first timers.

I don't know
why you think you're special.

Because I've been
through this sh*t before, Andy!

Because I know at least
one of you is a m*rder*r.

You think I wanted
to come to this freak show?

Ruby begged me, she paid me a fortune,

and I only said yes a couple days ago,

and I didn't have time to plan anything.

And I wouldn't have
because I'm not insane.

- You all have motivations.
- No, I don't.

Blake, I don't, I don't.

Me either.

We didn't know you people from Adam

before we turned down that road.

Paige, look.

You're a frustrated...

failed scream queen

who believes that the movies
made about the murders

are cause for everything
wrong in your life.

How does that make me a k*ller?

Well, gee, I don't know.

Maybe take out the people responsible

for keeping those murders alive.

Suddenly, your infamy goes away.

That's the most convoluted motivation

I've ever heard, and Blake...

You know me.

Not the scream queen me, the real me.

Do I seem at all like a real k*ller?

Really?

Honestly, no.

[Thunder rumbles]

That's why it's a good cover.

And then we have the professor here.

A genius.

Tell me...

how f*cked up does a guy have to be

to write an entire PhD
about a famous mass m*rder*r

and never shut up about it?

I mean, you just drone
on and on endlessly.

You're an obsessive

who one day decided
that he just had to know.

He had to study it
all the way to actual m*rder.

Please. Please.

And then we got Floyd and Shirley.

- Oh, here we go.
- Yeah, here we go.

You two show up here out of nowhere.

You saw that storm. We had no choice.

I don't buy that.

Not for one second. I mean, Floyd...

You're a hunter, right?

I mean, you basically bragged about it.

You have a temper that
you can barely keep a lid on.

We've all seen it.

Crow!

He told me about how you threatened him

out in the woods!

I did not. Andy was there.

Crow told me that, too!
I-it was before I arrived.

Thanks, buddy.

What happened to Crow?

Right. Right.

Nails hammered into his skull.

Does that sound familiar?

And Shirley...

you're smart.

You seem... likable.

But you're with Floyd, so unfortunately,

there must be something
seriously wrong with you.

Oh, eat me.

I don't buy your sweet
little retiree RV act.

I think you're full of sh*t.

But what you believe
is enough to execute us

- without any actual proof?
- No, no, no, no.

What I know is that I have four

highly-motivated potential K*llers

sitting right in front of me.

And the only person
that I know for a fact

is innocent here...

is me.

But I don't know that.

Anyone else here know that?

So, other than your word,

how do we know
that you're not the psycho

who's been taking us out one by one?

Because I could k*ll all of you
right now if I wanted to!

Wake up!

Look, look, look, Blake...
Blake's not wrong.

No, it has to be one of us.

Just as long as it's not you, right?

I bet you'd love to help him decide.

No, I don't need any help.

Right, but you do need proof.

Exactly.

You're basing everything on feelings.

If someone's mean, they're the k*ller.

If they're too nice,
you don't believe them.

You don't know any of that for sure.

Which is why doing this
this way is wrong.

It is insane, is what it is.

No, it's not insane!

It totally makes sense.

There's no boogeyman
hiding out in the woods,

okay, the call
is coming from inside the house.

But Blake, please.
Please, you're scared.

And guessing just as much as we are.

Maybe.

But I have to do something.

Because you know what?

You know what
every knife wound that I have,

you know what every scar reminds me of,

is that the only way to proceed

is if it's every man for himself.

Because it is.

It always has been.

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[Gasping, choking]

Please help me.

[Gurgles]

Is it bad?

No, you're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be fine. Okay? Just...

[Gasping, choking]

[Straining] Get it out.

Please. Get it out.

[Stammers] I'm thinking
we should, right?

- Get it out.
- Just one step at a time, okay?

Please get it out!

[Screams]

Pull it out of me!

Pull it out of me!

[Gasping]

No! No!

[Breathes shakily]

I don't feel...

- You can make it.
- I...

You can make it!

Stay with me, Angelica.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.
Should have left it in...

[Sobbing]

You couldn't, though.

[Sobbing] I should've left it in.

I got you. Hey, hey, hey.

I'm just gonna put her here, okay?

[Hyperventilating] Why did I do that?

- Farah. Farah.
- I didn't...

It's gonna be okay.

[Footsteps thumping, object clatter]

It's close. It's close.

Under the bed. Go, go!

[Screaming in distance]

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Hey, hey. Don't look at her.
Don't look at her.

[Sobbing]

How can you be so calm?

Because I want us to get out of here.

[Footsteps thumping]

We're gonna die.

No.

We're gonna make it out alive.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Everyone is dead.

We're gonna survive this.

We are gonna live...

long, and happy,
and beautiful lives together.

We're gonna get home,
we're gonna get married,

be in love, and have kids.

[Chuckles] Married?

You really want to?

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Yeah.

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All I want is to be with you,

forever and ever.

[Footsteps thumping]

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[Door opens]

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Police! Open up! [Banging on door]

[Footsteps recede quickly]

Let's go. Let's go.

[Banging continues]

Open up! Police!

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Drop the knife!

Drop the knife or I'll sh**t!

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[g*nshots]

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You two! Stay there!

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Kevlar.

[Groans]

[Choking, gurgling]

Oh, thank God. Come on.

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[Both panting]

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on.

He's coming, he's coming! He's coming!

- He's coming!
- Where the hell are the keys?!

He's right there!

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Lock it!

- He can't get in.
- We're trapped.

[Both scream]

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- [Screams]
- Oh, sh*t!

Blake. Blake, what are you gonna do?

You're not gonna just k*ll us, right?

I'm gonna get one of you to confess.

How?

Floyd's gonna explain it all.

What the hell is
your thing with me, man?

Is it just cause I-I don't talk
or dress like any of you, or...

- is it because I made you cry?
- No.

No, simpler than that.

You're the most dangerous person
here by far,

and most likely to hurt
everybody else, so...

confess and you'll save everybody else.

You're the maniac here.

You're the one who's got
four innocent people

tied up to chairs, waving a g*n around.

- What the hell have I done?
- Exactly.

Tell me. I'm all ears.

Why would I marry a k*ller?

Yeah, what kind of k*ller drives around

with his middle-aged wife and an old RV?

k*lling duos. You wouldn't be the first.

I can't confess
to something I didn't do.

You sure about that?

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wh-what are you gonna do with that?

Blake...

Oh, Jesus. Blake.

[Screams]

Stop! Stop! Please!

He's not the k*ller and neither am I!

- Stop!
- Blake, come on, stop!

- Please!
- Please, Blake, don't!

- Don't, don't!
- I don't want to do this.

Stop! [All shouting]

Oh, come on, man, Jesus!

I'm not... I'm not a torturer.

Oh, you could've fooled me!

But I'm not gonna do this all night.

So, confess... [Groans]

...and it stops.

[Screams] [All shouting]

- I didn't k*ll anyone!
- Blake!

What are you doing?

What, some sick process of elimination

of people you're not even sure about?

- This isn't you!
- No, it's not you.

You're a good person,
just like all of us.

J-just pushed to the edge, and just...

Please! Lloydy!

He's as scared as the rest of us
and it just comes out in anger!

Are you ready to confess?

I can't!

[Screams]

[Hyperventilating]

Look at me.

[Sobbing]

Look at me.

Oh, f*ck...

Admit it.

Admit it.

Admit you're the k*ller.

- Please, please, please.
- Admit it!

Man, I'm t...

I'm just a simple, hard-working guy

just trying to have
a cornball retirement

with my old lady, I...

Just please, please.

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[Sobbing]

Please.

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Thank you.

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[Breathing heavily]

How did you do it, Adriana?

How did you run all around the world...

banging serial K*llers?

I mean, where'd you find
the crazy guts for that, huh?

[Winces, breathes deeply]

I mean, you...

you trusted those people with your life.

I can't even k*ll one.

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[Screaming]

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Get out!

It's locked!

Please!

Don't touch me!

[Screams] Oh, my God!

[Straining]

Go, go!

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Come on!

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Run! Run, Farah!

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We have to get out of here before Blake

gets the guts to use that g*n.

I don't think he'll do it.

Oh, really? You don't?

The guy just broke
the Geneva Convention on me

with that little old knife of his?

The guy who's probably been
k*lling everybody this weekend?

Can you reach my back pocket?

I think I can. Why?

I have a pen knife in there.
I took it for protection.

- Oh, yeah, I see it. I see it.
- Okay.

[Both mumbling]

- Don't drop it.
- I got it. Here.

Don't drop it. Don't drop it.

- No, I got it.
- You got it?

Okay, hand it to me.

Okay, I got it, I got it.

It's open.

[Thunder rumbles]

- Pressure.
- Uh-huh!

[Swallows abruptly]

One of them did this to you.

k*lling them is gonna prevent
that from happening to me.

That's the only way to survive.

Right?

Right?

So...

I should just do it.

Yeah.

Okay.

Have you had time to rethink things?

Look. Floyd and I saved up
our whole lives for this trip.

We didn't want to be here.

No, sir.

I wish to God we'd never
driven to this awful place.

We should've taken
our chances out on the road.

We don't want to be here. We never did.

We suffered just as much
as you and everyone else here,

and we didn't even get a stupid invite!

Don't punish us for that!

What are you gonna do
after you k*ll Floyd?

Just move on to one of us
until someone's stupid enough

to say they did it?
And then... and then what?

Just k*ll them, too?

Blake.

The silent sh*t...

That's scary.

Do you hear that?

Does she sound like a k*ller to you?

Do any of us?

I'm just here to pay my rent.

I wanted nothing to do with this
place and those awful murders.

I wanted to put it all
behind me, and I started to.

And I'm a prof, Blake.

I'm a... writer.

My life is boring,
and I like it that way.

How the hell am I supposed
to be the k*ller

when Kawayan and I fought him off?

Did I slice myself? It...

It doesn't make any sense.

Yeah. You've, um...

you've all got a lot of really,
really, really good excuses.

They're not excuses.

Have you been drinking?

Just, like, half a bottle of vodka.

Perfect.

Look, you sleep it off, man, okay?

Think things through when
you're in a better headspace.

Yeah, or... or, Blake...

Why don't you just leave us here?

We can stay tied up,
and... and you can go.

Yeah, go, go, go! Go get the police.

Please.

[Chuckles]

You really think
the police can do anything?

Look, look.

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Police didn't help me.

No, I did.

On my own.

And that's what none of you
seem to... get.

Is that...

all of you so-called experts...

none of you have actually lived it.

It's awful, what's happened to you.

It is, but you can't go through life

distrusting everybody.

Crow.

JP.

Ruby. Adriana.

Each time...

we were completely sure
that one of them was the k*ller.

And each time,

we were wrong.

And wh-what if you're wrong now?

What if the k*ller is someone out there

trying to get us?

Adriana was k*lled out there.

No, no, no, no. I don't, I don't...

[Stammering] No, obviously, I'm not...

I'm done, I'm done,
I'm done trying to...

trying to figure it out.

I can't and I don't know.

No, I am not going to wait
until tomorrow,

until my head is screwed on straight.

No, I'm not going to wait
until the police get here.

Because all we have
is what is happening right now,

right in front of us.

[Whimpering]

And I have to take action.

[g*n c*ck] No, no, no!

- No! No!
- No, no, Blake. No.

- Okay, please, Blake, no!
- Blake, you're not a m*rder*r!

You're not!

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None of you know a thing about me.

- Stay away from us!
- The cops are on their way. Just give up!

Do something!

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- [Groans]
- Blake!

Leave us alone!

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You're...

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You're...

You don't know who I am?

- I don't remember.
- Oh, that figures.

Big frat brains can't remember
the lowly pledges

that sucked up to 'em at rush.

- There are a lot of pledges...
- Bro!

There were 12 of us
in the second to last cut!

I'm Cullen!

Yeah.

You remember me now.

Frat punching bag?

Guy who got hazed
within an inch of my life?

On your orders?

- I didn't...
- Spare me, you piece of sh*t!

You came up with all of it
and set your frat boys on me

like a pack of rabid dogs!

They went too far. I know.

Oh, they? They! They, bro!

You!

And you and your g*ons, you
told me to smile through it all.

Drew a big smile on my face
every time you saw me!

With lipstick, with dog sh*t!

Smiles are carvings!

Ear to ear like some idiot
who's just supposed to smile.

Even when I was naked.
Even with the goat.

And even when you posted
the videos and photos

everywhere online,

just to make sure you totally ruined

my whole damn life!

I had to leave school, you know.

Forever.

But that didn't help!

Because those photos and videos
showed up everywhere.

My job, my family!

My life is over, as*h*le!

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, it's over now, for sure.

Oh, hey.

- I'm sorry.
- No, you're not.

You just want to live.

We'll do anything.

Yeah. [Stammers] We can...
we can get those photos.

- We can get those photos.
- Oh, it's too late for me!

No, no, no, no. Please. Please don't.

- Please!
- Hey, hey, hey!

What do you want?

What do you want? Tell me.

- What do you want? Just tell me.
- [Shushes]

A test...

like one of your stupid
pledge trust falls.

Okay.

I'll do anything. Just say it. Say it.

Take Farah's place over here
with my knife at your throat,

and I'll let her go.

Don't...

I'll k*ll her, instead.

You want to prove
you're not the douchebag

dude bro that I think you are?

Hey, hey! Do the honorable thing.

Save your girlfriend's life.

She didn't treat anyone like sh*t.

- [Sobs] Please...
- So?

What's it gonna be?

[Sirens wailing in distance]

Blake? Blake.

I'm sorry.

[Shakily] I'm sorry.

No...

- Please.
- I'm sorry.

I f*cking knew it.

[Screams] Blake!

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[Muffled screaming]

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Please!

[Screams]

f*ck you!

[All shouting indistinctly]

[g*nshots, screaming]

You screwed this up!

Just go, Blake!

[g*n clicks]

He's out of b*ll*ts!

Get him!

He's getting away!

- Grab knives.
- And jackets!

No, no, no, no, no. Spoke too soon.

He can hide out there so easily.

Let him.

Let him?

He's a total risk.

Is he, though?

- [Groans]
- Look at him.

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He's bleeding like a stuck pig.

Look how he's dressed.

He'll die of hypothermia

if he doesn't bleed to death first.

Guaranteed.

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If we make sure all other entrances

are locked and barred...

he's a dead man.

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Down!

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Down on the ground now!

- [Stammers]
- Now!

It's not me!

It's not me.

No. He's upstairs.

- Where?
- Second door on the right.

Everybody else is dead.

Upstairs.

[Screams]

He just disappeared into that
patch of underbrush over there.

You okay?

I know he tried to k*ll us,
but it's still so sad.

Yeah, he's as scared as we all are.

Well, excuse me
if I don't feel the same way.

[Thunder rumbles]

I know you must've
been terrified, I'm sorry.

You guys lock everything
down on your end?

- Yeah.
- Seems pretty secure.

He's gonna have to break
something to get in.

I don't think he's coming back.

He knows he's no match
for the four of us.

Especially since
its g*n's blown its wad.

That's probably the last of him.

I'm, uh... I'm ready to fall over.

And this poor guy wants some bandaging.

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[Groaning]

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[Thunder rumbling]

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[Indistinct police radio chatter]

Take good care of this guy.

He took out the k*ller
before we got here.

It hurts, it hurts.

[Stammers] It hurts so much.

[Straining] It hurts.

Breathe. Breathe.

[Slurred] I should have saved her.

Should have saved her...

Hey.

You did what you could.

You get me?

I wish my daughter had a guy like you.

You're a damn hero.

And as the blood poured out of me,

I stabbed him.

Again and again...

Desperate to save Farah

and anyone else alive in that house.

But it wasn't enough.

I came to,

almost bleeding to death

and being told that I was a hero.

But how can I be a hero
when I was too late?

When I am forever haunted by Farah

and the others that I couldn't save?

What good is being a hero