Bombshell Butcher, The (2025)

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Hey, there she is.

Sorry I'm late. It's been a day.

What happened, Kara?

I got her into the restroom.

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Um, hello?

Hello? Can I help you?

Do you need toilet paper or something?

What the f*ck is wrong with

you, ma'am? Please go away.

What is your problem?

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(door opens)

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So, what's on the

candy's corner docket today?

Ooh, today we have sexy bedroom secrets

every man should know.

Sounds terrible. When

did we become Cosmo?

Hey Candy, make sure you get that article

about the new gas

stationing opening on my desk today.

You got it.

Hey, big news. We have a gas station

opening up. Lord help me.

At least you got the sex secrets thing.

Yeah, maybe it'll help some of the loser

men in this town figure

out how to please a woman.

Can't be that hard.

So, what's going on

in the world of sports?

Oh, the Elk Lodge is having its annual

Senior Citizen Charity softball

tournament on Saturday and Sunday.

That sounds like a great story.

Yeah, Ed's making me go.

You want to come with me for moral

support? Could be fine.

I would rather burn my

eyes out with a curling iron.

No offense.

Then take it. So, what

are you doing this weekend?

My friend Brooke's coming

into town for a couple of days.

Oh, you're hotshot

writer friend from New York?

Yeah, she's the best.

You should ask her to

get you a job in New York.

You have the talent. Plus, if the paper

thing doesn't work out, you

can always get into modeling.

I've thought about it, but I don't know.

I don't want to take any shortcuts.

It's worth a shot. Better than wasting

away in this hellhole.

And if you ever need any

help, you can always call me.

I'm sure she'll try to get me to go up

there with her. She always does.

I'm not sure.

I just know that you can do much better

than this place. You deserve it.

Candace, you're good enough.

Thanks, Jeff. I

appreciate that. See you tomorrow.

(dog barks)

(sighs)

(typing)

(sighs)

What a bunch of bullshit.

(phone vibrates)

(phone vibrates)

Hey, girl.

Hey, girl. What's new in Snoozefill?

Well, we have a new gas station opening

up this week, so now we have two.

Oh my god. I'm so glad I got out of

there. If I had to write one more article

on the local pig farm,

I was going to death.

I feel that.

What time did you say

your flight lands tomorrow?

4.15, as long as it's not too late.

Okay, I'll be there at 4. I

guess. Call me when you land.

Will do. I'm headed to bed, so I just

wanted to make sure that I wasn't going

to be stranded at the

airport or anything.

No. I got you, girl.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye!

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

(sighs)

Son of a b*tch!

(door creaks)

(sighs)

(door closes)

Morning.

It sure is.

Did you get that sex

article written last night?

It's too early for this sh*t, Jeff. I

don't want to talk about it.

Well, inquiring minds

want to know, you know.

Inquiring minds can shut the

f*ck up till I've had my coffee.

Damn. Okay.

Let's get this sh*t over with.

Oh, hey. What's up, boss man?

Hey, can I talk to you for

a sec, Jeff? In my office?

Oh, uh, yeah. Sure.

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

What was that about?

Nothing good.

Well, what?

Apparently the, uh,

paper isn't doing so well.

Subscriptions are at

an all-time low, and...

There's just not enough

exciting news to report on. So...

So what?

Well, Candi, it's...

It's Candis.

Candis? If things don't start picking up,

or if we can't figure out something to

really hook people in,

I'm gonna have to let one of you go.

I like you, Candi.

Your work is solid, but...

But it's me that's getting canned after

six years of working my a*s off?

Well, let's just see what happens.

We still have two weeks to put a plan

together before I

have to make a decision.

Okay, Ed. I'll get

you your f*cking story.

And don't forget I'm leaving early today

to get my friend from the airport.

Noted. Enjoy your weekend, Candi.

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Hi!

I missed you!

I missed you!

So, first things first.

What are we doing this weekend?

I'm sure things have gotten just a little

bit more exciting since I left.

Exciting?

Come on, I'm only here for three days. So

we have to make the best of it.

I'm thinking we go to

Jimmy's, get some drinks.

Ooh, you can wear that cute little dress

that I got you for your birthday.

Maybe get some attention.

I have no problem

attracting attention, Brooke.

Fine

Fine

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So, what's new with you?

Anything new with work?

Oh, yeah. Um, I might be losing my job.

What? Why?

Ed is giving me two weeks to find

something or someone

that gets us more readers.

Candice, move to New York with me.

Please, I can get you a job where I work

and you'd start from the ground level,

but you can work your way up fast.

You're wasting your talents in this

bullshit town, and

plus you'd love New York.

Don't do this.

Do what?

Try to get me to go up there with you.

Listen, I just... You have nothing here.

No family, no man,

and certainly no future.

Wow. Thanks for rubbing it in.

I'm not saying this to be mean. I just...

I'm asking what's keeping you here.

I'm f*cking scared, Brooke.

Scared of what?

I'm scared of f*cking it

up. It's f*cking terrifying.

What if I get trapped in

a big city with no job?

First of all, I know you, and you're not

gonna fail, because you're gonna work

your a*s off to get what you want.

Second of all, I won't

let you. I've got you.

Not even you can help me with that.

Alright, you know what? Enough of this.

Get your sh*t and we're going out.

Okay?

sh*t. I forgot my phone at the

restaurant. I'm gonna go get it.

Okay. Alright, I'm gonna go in and get us

some seats, so text me when you get here.

Okay. I'll be back soon.

Can I get you a pretty lady?

Hi. Can I get a screwdriver?

Sure thing.

You guys pour a little

heavy in here. This is good.

Hey there, cowl-girl. How you doing?

Just fine. Thanks.

I've actually got company on

the way. Thank you, though.

Understood.

I'll leave you two with that.

You have yourself a great night.

Hey. Can we see my friend? Green Top and

Dean's came in about 15 minutes ago?

Nope.

Brooke, you in there?

What the f*ck did I just do?

Brooke, are you okay?

We're going to get you home, okay?

What was that?

Nothing.

(door creaks)

Okay, step.

Good, oh God.

(water running)

(water running)

It's okay, you're safe now.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

You're okay.

Sleep it off.

What happened here tonight?

Well, it seems a man around his middle

30s was attacked here behind the bar.

Is he dead?

It appears so, ma'am.

Oh, my gosh. What do

you think happened to him?

Well, I'm afraid I can't comment on

anything at the moment.

We're still gathering information.

Officer Goode.

sh*t!

You m*therf*cker.

You're done

What the f*ck happened, Candace?

You're okay.

Something happened at the bar last night.

Do you remember anything?

I remember getting a drink and then this

guy was hitting on me and I

blew him off and went to dance

and then everything got really dizzy.

"Did I get f*cking roofied?"

Maybe. I found you in front of the bar.

You were asleep on a bench.

I put you in the car

and I brought you home.

Are my f*cking clothes on?

Yes. Your hair was a little messy, but

overall you seemed okay.

You were just lying there.

You won't? No more Jimmy's

for me. I feel like sh*t.

Yeah.

Maybe get a shower?

Yeah, I think that's a good idea.

I'm going to miss you so much.

Me too.

I'm just really glad

you're feeling better.

Same. I just feel terrible that we lost

so much time because I was sick.

Yeah.

So, when am I going to see you again?

Well, when are you moving to New York?

Here we go.

Look, I'm just saying to think about it.

Just think about it?

I will.

Promise?

Promise!

Okay, what airline is it again?

Just like right over here.

Okay.

I miss you so much already.

Yeah, but don't get in too

much trouble while I'm gone?

I won't.

Love you.

Love you.

Bye.

Morning.

Hey, good morning.

Wow. I get a morning and on a Monday,

must have had a pretty good weekend.

How'd things go with your friend?

We had a good time. Went out to dinner,

caught up, you know, girl stuff.

Sounds like a good time.

Oh, did you get my text about Jimmy's?

Yeah, that's actually what I'm doing

right now. Some guy

got clobbered out back.

Hey, you went there? You

went to Jimmy's last night?

Yeah, I went there after you texted me. I

met up with some cop lady, but she wasn't

budging on the details.

So you're just making it up as you go?

Kind of. Details haven't been released

yet, but I'm sure

we'll get something soon.

Wow. I can't remember the last m*rder

case we had in this town.

I mean, the poor guy was probably just

going out for a smoke and then... wham!

I kind of feel bad for the guy.

Not everyone's as innocent as you, Jeff.

And yeah, I feel sorry for him, but this

could be exactly what I need to...

Hey, guys.

What you working on, Candy?

Again, it's Candace, and I'm writing

about the m*rder at

Jimmy's bar last night.

Hold on there. Don't get ahead of

yourself there, girlie. We don't know

that it was a m*rder just yet.

But I appreciate the

initiative, Candy. Candace.

Thanks. I'll keep

writing as details come out.

Can you believe that guy? He probably is

the termination paperwork ready to go.

Nah, he's just trying to piss you off.

You've been here too long for him to just

let you go like nothing.

I don't know. He seemed

pretty serious the other day.

I'm just going to keep digging on this

m*rder thing and hope

something else comes up.

Well, if you come up empty, I can always

take a swing at it for you.

Get it? Because the guy

was like, "He's... he..."

I got it. I got it.

Moron.

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Can I get a screwdriver?

Got a tall face.

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Just let me know if there's

anything else I can do for you.

Hi there. What's a pretty thing like you

doing in a dump like this?

Good drinks and sometimes good company.

You come from like a

fancy party or something?

Maybe I did. Or maybe I want to attract

the attention of attractive men.

Well, alright then.

What's your name, hot stuff?

My name's Trixie.

Damn. Sexy name to go

with that sexy body.

Thanks.

Oh, um, Brian, by the way.

Brian, you live nearby?

Yeah, I got a place about

three minutes away. Why?

You live alone?

Yeah, you have a plan on

coming over later or something.

Oh, baby. I'm

thinking I want to come now.

You want to get out of here?

Really? Now?

Yeah. You're cute. And I

want to rock your f*cking world.

Yeah. Yeah, let's go. Do you want to

finish your drink first?

I'm good.

You want to ride with me?

No, thanks. I'll drive myself. You can

give me a ride when I get there.

Alright. Just follow me, I guess.

Just watch yourself, beautiful.

Yeah. It's not really my place. My best

friend lets me stay here some

time, but it's homely enough.

Why don't you just have a seat and I got

to use the bathroom real quick.

Okay. No problem. Give me time to get

ready. That won't be too

long. I don't have all night.

Yeah. Let's go.

Officer Beth, good. How can I help you?

Yes, I'm here to call

about a neighbor of mine.

Okay.

Well, pretty much. I wanted to go take my

kids to school, right? And

I guess the door was open.

Yeah.

So, come back 30 minutes later. The door

is still open. I mean, I see

his car, but no one's answering.

Okay. Are you still outside?

Yes.

Okay. Can you do me a favor and go up to

the door? Please don't go inside, but can

you just call again

to see if he responds?

Yeah. Give me just a sec. Come on.

Brian?

Hello? Brian?

Yeah. Yeah. It's pretty

weird. I got no answer.

Okay. Can you give me the address? I'm

going to be on my way.

Okay. Thank you.

Yeah.

Brian?

This is Officer Beth Good from the Police

Department. Are you okay?

Oh, sh*t.

This is Officer Beth Good requesting

backup. I have a possible 1-8-7.

Requesting backup. A possible 1-8-7.

Hello again?

I don't have time to

talk to reporters right now.

Don't worry. I'm just taking

some notes. What's going on?

Another possible m*rder. Looks domestic

in nature this time. Exactly. How did you

find out about this one?

Police scanner.

I see. Well, I don't have any information

to give you. I'm still

waiting on detectives.

You're not a detective?

Not yet.

Look, Beth, right? I'm going to be honest

with you. I really need something to go

off of here, and I'm about to lose my

job. I need a story.

These murders were the best thing that

could have happened.

Respectfully, of course.

Okay. Look, how about you give me your

number, and if I get anything you can

write about, I'll give you a call.

Really?

Promise.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Actually, you know what? I don't have to

be at the station until 11 tomorrow, so

maybe we can meet up

for coffee around 9.30?

Yeah. That'd be great. Thanks, Beth.

(phone rings)

sh*t.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hey, is this Candace?

Oh wow, hi Beth.

Uh, you got something for me?

A male named Brian Connors, early 30s,

multiple stab wounds

found dead in his bathtub.

No leads as of now. Got it?

Oh my goodness, thank you so much.

That's all I have for you right now, but

I may have more tomorrow when we meet up.

Okay, uh, 9.30 tomorrow, right?

9.30. Bye Candace.

Bye Beth.

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Good morning. Hope you weren't up too

late with the bathtub guy.

Lots of paperwork. I thought that's

typical for a m*rder like that.

I got you an Americano. I

wasn't sure what you wanted.

Thanks.

So, this Brian guy. What's his deal?

Uh, well we're still gathering

information from his friends and family,

but he seemed like a

genuinely likable guy.

He worked at a bank, liked baseball, had

a wife and two kids.

He had a family?

Mm-hmm.

Apparently he was staying at a friend's

house after an

argument he had with his wife.

Did you really think that

had something to do with it?

I'm not sure if it does. I just feel bad

for his family is all.

I get what you mean. People who do these

sorts of things don't usually think about

what it does to the people around them.

Anyways, um, how did you

say they found them again?

Stabbed. Seven times in the chest and

abdomen. Something is bathtub.

We think the m*rder weapon was a butcher

knife, but we're not sure.

sh*t.

Was there any sign of a break-in or DNA

samples or anything like that?

We can't afford DNA testing here. And no.

Seems like whoever k*lled him got in

without much resistance.

Maybe the door was unlocked?

Probably. Were there any suspects?

Candace.

Yeah.

I could lose my job just for being here

and talking to you about this.

Sorry, I thought we were working together

on this. Like I was your PI or something.

Okay, look. You were honest with me about

your job, so I'll be

honest with you about mine.

I have been after this promotion for

years at the station.

I want to be a detective. There's just

not a lot to detect

around here, you know?

Yeah. This place f*cking blows.

Yeah. I thought maybe with this m*rder

case, if I could crack it, it would prove

to the chief that I could do

it and he would promote me.

And you're willing to risk your job to

talk to me about it?

Well, yeah. Based off of what you said,

it seems like we could

really help each other out.

Yeah. I think so too.

Alright. Look, I've got to get going, but

we've got to catch this guy

before we get somebody else.

I need solid evidence or something that

can get us right in front of

him so that we can catch him.

Okay. Yeah. I'll let you

know if I find anything.

Alright.

Hey, Beth.

I think you'd make a great detective.

So, don't give up. Okay?

Thanks.

Look at you, early bird.

And I already got the worm.

What's going on?

Two murders in three

days. That's what's going on.

I don't know if you should be happy about

that, but good for you.

Thanks.

So, you got anything

that's going to shut Ed up yet?

So, I heard on a police scanner that

there was a possible homicide at this

guy's house, so I

drove over there and yup.

Dude was totally dead. m*rder*d.

And that's not all. I make friends with

this cop lady and we're

going to crack the case together.

She wants to be like a detective or

something, so she's willing to give me

all the dirty details to help solve this.

Wow. I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything. Just be

happy I might keep my job.

I'm definitely happy for you. I've never

seen you this excited

about something before.

Yeah. I can't remember ever being this

involved in the case. It's exciting.

Candace, can I see you

in my office for a second?

Uh, sure.

Tic-tac?

Uh, no thanks.

Candace, I gotta say, that last article

that you did on the homicide at Jimmy's

was really good. Really engaging.

You know, our subscription numbers have

tripled since that first article.

You keep it up, I'm going

to have to keep you around.

Thanks. Can I go now? I'm working on

another story, another m*rder.

Yeah, sure. No problem.

Keep up the good work.

Nose to the grindstone, Candace.

Yup.

That f*cking guy. I just

want to punch him in the face.

Man, what happened?

He's just, he's so

condescending and I'm sick of it.

Calm down, Candace.

Don't f*cking tell me to calm down, Jeff.

Sorry.

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Whoa! What the f*ck?

Who the hell are you?

Wouldn't you like to know? Listen to me.

You're gonna start the f*cking car,

drive, before I blow your g*dd*mn brains

all over this f*cking windshield. Got it?

Okay, alright. Just don't k*ll me.

Start the f*cking car!

Alright, alright.

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

Turn around.

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(sigh)

Okay, look. I did what you wanted.

What do you want from me?

You got any liquor?

You want a drink or something?

Don't be smart. Make yourself a drink.

(sigh)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(water running)

(water pouring)

Take it out.

What?

Take it out. You know

what I'm talking about.

(eerie music)

(sigh)

Do it!

(sigh)

Another one.

Come on.

Now!

f*ck, that's way too much!

(eerie music)

Drink it.

(eerie music)

(footsteps)

Drink it!

Okay, alright.

All of it!

Alright!

(eerie music)

(footsteps) Now, we wait.

What's your name?

Dave.

Dave what?

Dave White.

Dave White that slips drugs into pretty

girls' drinks at the bar?

No.

Dave White that helps those other men

r*pe those drug women?

Dave White, the r*pist.

(cough)

No.

How are you feeling, Dave White?

Look, I don't know what

you're talking about, lady.

I don't even know who you are!

Take a good look.

You recognize me now?

You're that girl that left

with Brian the other night.

(sigh)

You want to know what

Brian and I did at this place?

(sigh)

(sigh)

(sigh)

We went inside,

and I slit his throat so good

that he could never speak

another dirty word again.

Now, what am I gonna do to you?

(sigh)

(sigh)

(sigh)

(grunting)

What the f*ck?

(sigh)

(grunting)

What are you doing?

Oh, wait!

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you!

You f*ck!

How does it feel to be on the other end?

Naked.

Helpless.

Not knowing what's

gonna happen to you next.

Is she gonna k*ll me, or just r*pe me?

(crying)

(sigh)

(crying)

(sigh)

(crying)

(sigh) (crying) Is my family gonna find

me lying naked in a ditch?

Or floating down a river?

(bark)

Who knows?

(sigh)

(groaning)

(crying)

(scream)

(crying)

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(growling)

So you two said you saw somebody come up

from that apartment?

Yes, ma'am.

We was watching the news,

and we heard two screams.

I scared the bejesus out of me.

So I sent my husband to go look and see

what he could find out,

but he couldn't see

nothing from the window.

So we went over to our

kitchen, and then we saw this lady,

and she came walking

out and looked around

and went down that way a little bit.

Like, we didn't chase

her or nothing, though.

Can you give me a little bit more

specifics on this woman?

You said she was a woman, right?

Oh, yeah, definitely a woman.

Flowy, blonde hair, about medium height.

Wearing a coat and skirt.

Oh, she was wearing sunglasses, which I

thought was all I did,

being night and all, but very attractive.

Quite the bombshell, if you ask me.

What?

Hi!

It's true.

All right, thank you.

Yeah.

Man found dead in home

with broomstick of his rectum.

I love it.

Love what?

Oh, nothing.

Just this article I'm working on.

What's it about?

Another m*rder.

We're calling her the Bombshell Butcher.

What?

You don't like it?

Uh, yeah, it's catchy.

Guessing we got a physical description?

Yeah, she's a real catch.

And you think she's

committing all these murders?

Seems like it.

Well, for your sake, I

hope she keeps it up.

You've been very lucky with this.

Perfect timing, actually.

What do you mean by that?

(laughs)

Yeah, right.

First of all, I'm no

bombshell, and second,

you think I'm capable

of k*lling three people?

Well, you're acting awfully defensive.

Maybe you did have

something to do with it.

What? I'm f*cking with you.

(laughs)

You really are an idiot, aren't you?

Yeah, you should give yourself a break.

What are you doing tonight?

Not sure.

Well, do you have any room in your serial

k*ller schedule for dinner?

I'll let you k*ll me after.

Tempting, but...

No.

Why not?

Look, Jeff, you're a

really nice guy, but...

But what?

But you're not my type, and I'm not

looking for a relationship right now.

I have a lot of

important things to focus on.

What makes you think I

wanted a romantic dinner?

It could just be a

dinner amongst friends.

Every guy wanted to be a romantic dinner.

Every guy wants to make

the girl feel special,

and hopes that she'll sleep with him.

Plus, I see you eight

hours a day, five days a week.

Why would I want to

see you again after work?

Ouch.

All right, forget I asked.

I'm not trying to be a b*tch.

It's just, I don't

want to waste your time,

and I don't want to break your heart.

Got it.

So...

What are you gonna do tonight, now that

I've foiled your dinner plans?

Probably just pick up some

food, go home, watch a movie.

If my f*cking landlord

doesn't bother me again.

What's up with your landlord?

She's been up my a*s about everything.

I pay my rent on time, I

don't cause any problems,

and she's on me about

all these little things.

You don't do this, you don't do that.

I think she's trying to

get me to break the lease.

She's probably trying to raise the rent.

But I love that house.

I'm not going anywhere.

She can suck it.

I mean, is she harassing you?

Kinda.

The other night, she came to my house at

4am, like a f*cking psycho,

just to tell me one of the lights was out

and could I change it.

Jeff, you should call the police.

Yeah, I don't want to do anything that's

gonna get me kicked out.

I mean, I get that, but

she's totally harassing you.

Yeah, and being a creep.

The other night, I was sitting there

watching TV in my living room,

and I see her standing

outside of my sliding glass door,

just staring at me.

Oh my god, that's

really creepy and very scary.

Yeah. Well, maybe you can put in a good

word to your butcher for me.

(door opens)

Hey, Bess.

Hi, Candace. I'm guessing you heard about

the lady stabbed to death in the

restaurant bathroom?

I did. Or a woman. Did

they identify her yet?

Yes, her name is Karen Phillips. The

butcher is getting bold,

k*lling people in public.

Yeah, it's crazy. Any

leads or witnesses or anything?

There was one witness who saw her leaving

the bathroom, same description as before.

Attractive blonde wearing

sunglasses. Full get up.

There's not much to go on.

Not really, but the restaurant did have

surveillance cameras.

So maybe one of us will

be able to recognize her.

Candace, you there?

Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm

getting another call coming in.

Alright, I'll keep you updated. Let me

know if you hear anything.

I'll be. Will do, thanks Beth.

Goodnight.

Hey girl, sorry I was on the other line.

Is he cute?

What?

No.

If you must know, it

was a police officer.

There's been a string of murders

happening since he left.

Really?

God, I feel like I haven't

talked to you in forever.

Yeah, it's been a while.

I've been busy writing

about this m*rder thing

and I keep forgetting to call you.

Yeah, I've been busy too.

Work has been nuts, but I wanted to talk

to you about something.

Okay, what's up?

I'm starting to

remember some of the stuff

that happened the night at the bar

and it's freaking me out a little.

Like what?

I remember going out back with this guy.

He started to do things to

me, things that I didn't want

and I was so f*cked up from that drink

that I couldn't fight back.

That's horrible.

What else do you remember?

I remember him falling

off of me and dropping me.

I remember him laying on

the ground, not moving.

There was blood.

I don't know who did it, I

just saw you standing over me

and helping me up.

Candace, hello?

Did you knock that guy out?

Brooke, I'm sorry.

Look, I got back to the

bar and you weren't there,

so I called your phone and

I heard it ringing out back.

There was a guy standing

over you doing things to you,

so I picked up a piece

of junk and I hid it.

Candace, why didn't

you tell me the truth?

Brooke, I f*cking k*lled him, okay?

Oh my God.

After I took you home,

I went back to the bar

and I got the story for the paper.

You should have told me.

Brooke, I was trying to save you.

Save me?

From what you already saved me, Candace?

I didn't want you to have to go

through a m*rder investigation,

and I didn't wanna be seen as a k*ller.

It all just happened so fast, it just...

What do the police know so far?

Nothing.

I spoke with the

officer investigating the case

and she has nothing.

I think.

I guess that's good.

What about the people at the bar?

Did they see you when

you went in to look for me?

Yes, but...

But what, Candace?

I went inside and asked the bartender

if he knew where you were.

He said no.

I knew he was bullshitting me,

and that's why I went

outside and called your phone.

So did he talk to the police?

He did, but he didn't say anything.

Well, how do you know he won't?

Because he's also f*cking dead.

What?

What the f*ck?

What happened to him?

The butcher got him.

Who the f*ck is the butcher?

That's what we're

calling the k*ller in town.

She's the bombshell butcher.

Candace, you need to tell

me what the f*ck is going on.

It's a complicated mess right now.

Okay, yeah, I'm sorry.

Holy sh*t, are you

k*lling these people, Candace?

Are you the f*cking butcher?

Oh my God.

No, Brooke!

How many people have you k*lled, Candace?

No, Brooke, stop, I'm not k*lling anyone.

Jesus, I gotta go, I'll call you later.

f*ck!

(ominous music)

Hey.

Hey, what's up?

Nothing, what's up with you?

Nothing.

What's up with Ed?

Oh, nothing, I was

just asking him a question

about an article that I'm writing.

Cool, I'm just finishing

this story before print.

They found a body in

a restaurant bathroom.

Yeah, I heard, crazy.

What?

Jeff, I'm sorry.

What do you have to be sorry about?

I was thinking over the weekend

that I didn't give you much thought

when you asked me to

dinner the other night.

And I was kinda mean.

But I thought a lot about you last night,

and I think it's just

because I have a crush on you.

Really?

Yeah.

Again, I never gave it much thought,

but you're a really nice guy,

and I think we should try this.

Well, all right.

Maybe dinner tonight?

I don't think so.

Oh my God, I'm just kidding.

Okay, there's a cool

new restaurant downtown

that I just wrote an

article on, it's unbelievable.

I could send you the address.

Okay, 7.30?

7.30.

(upbeat music)

(phone beeps)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

Hey!

Candice, you scared me.

I thought you were gonna...

Wow! You don't know how long

I've been wanting to do that.

You don't know how

long I've wanted to do.

Sorry, sweetie.

For what it's worth, I really think we

could have been something.

It's not you, it's me.

(shower running)

(phone ring)

(phone ring)

Hey Beth

Hey... Cadence... Eh...

I am going to need you

to come downtown

Okay, I just got out

of the shower

Give me a few minutes.

Where should I go?

Okay, I will be right there

What's going on?

Another possible victim

The Butcher?

Looks like the scene Mike was used

We have a name for this guy?

That's the thing

We just did the ID

It's Jack Johnson

From your paper

What.. No!

I just talked to him

couple of hours ago

I am so sorry

Oh my god!

He was forced into the alley

Stubbed

They also took his phone so

it could be a robbery,

but they left his wallet.

Were you too close?

Yeah, we sat next to each

other for over three years.

We were work friends,

co-workers, you know?

Okay, so did you guys

ever hang out as friends

outside of work?

No, we never dated or hung out

if that's what you're getting at.

You never went out for drinks after work

or anything like that?

No, Beth, we never

hung out outside of work.

Okay, Candace, I'm sorry.

It's just weird that his landlord dies in

a restaurant bathroom and

now he gets it in an alley.

I'm just trying to make

sense of how it's all connected.

Yeah.

I'm not sure.

Let me think about it and sleep on it.

Uh, I'll talk to my

boss, Ed, in the morning.

Yeah, Ed, what's his last name? I might

have a few questions for him.

Ed Waller.

Thank you. I'll make some time to see if

I can get some statements

from him in the morning.

Can I go?

I'm still in shock.

Yeah, of course.

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

Hey Candace.

Hi Ed.

I'm assuming you heard about...

Yeah, and I'm really

upset about it, so...

I'm sure.

What's that supposed to mean?

Please. Have a seat.

What's this about?

Look, Candace.

Now stop playing games.

I know.

About you.

Your activity's outside of work.

First of all,

stop f*cking calling me Candace.

You know I hate it, and

it gets under my skin.

Second, what the hell

are you talking about?

The guys at the bar.

Jeff's landlord.

Jeff.

Do I have to spell it out for you?

I know you're the

bombshell butcher, Candy.

(gasps)

You f*cking serious, Ed?

I know you're the butcher.

It's so obvious.

I'm the butcher.

Why the hell would I be the butcher?

It's just funny how all these killings

started right after I

threatened you, Job.

Give me a break, Ed.

Jeff figured it out and told me.

But here's the thing.

Since this butcher thing started,

paper sales have been through the roof.

I'm talking record numbers here, Candy.

Listen to me, Ed.

I'm not the bombshell butcher.

I don't fit the description.

Besides, when would I sleep if I'm here

all day and out k*lling people all night?

Yeah.

Look at that face.

I can totally see it.

I bet you got a body

into that sweatshirt, too.

You could definitely pull it off.

Here's what I think.

You're the only one here now.

I'll make you a deal.

You keep going out there and butchering

people and writing about it.

If sales stay up, I won't turn you in.

You're crazy.

I'm not the butcher.

But even if I was, what makes you think I

wouldn't k*ll you next?

Because then you wouldn't have a job.

Without me, no paper.

No big league.

No Pulitzer Prize.

Think about it, Candy.

If I see another butcher k*lling,

I'll know where you sit understanding.

Hey, Beth, I got a package for you.

I think it's that surveillance video from

Johnny's restaurant.

Oh, okay. Thanks.

Is that?

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music)

Big dance, feeling generous

Goro, big house, that's my preference

Sitting pretty at the top, not ever rush

Yeah, I'm boss, they're dripping sauce

(somber music)

Sorry, babe.

(upbeat music)

What the f*ck?

You told me to keep k*lling people, Ed.

You think this one

will keep your numbers up?

Holy sh*t, you're out of your mind.

Am I?

Am I, Ed?

You know what I think?

I think you're an as*h*le.

You have no f*cking clue how long

I've wanted to m*rder you.

What do you want, Candy?

Candace, Candace.

I wanna see your insides on the outside.

(grunts)

(candy crunches)

f*ck.

(grunts)

Hey, put your hands where I can see them!

(dramatic music)

Candace?

I know it's you.

Come on, let's just talk about it.

(dramatic music)

(screams)

(grunts)

(sighs)

Officer Bethgood.

I've been injured.

Send help.

(phone rings)

Hey, Bestie, what's...

I made a decision.

Okay, about what?

Is that job still available in New York?

(upbeat music)