Saint Clare (2024)

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- Everything

I have said and done

has been in the hands of God.

I was born to do

this, I am not afraid.

Everything I have said and done

has been in the hands of God.

Everything I have said and done

has been in the hands of God.

I was born to do this.

I am not afraid.

Everything I have said and done

has been in the hands of God.

Everything I've said and done

has been in the hands of God.

I was born to do this.

I am not afraid.

- Oh, hey.

- Hey.

- Why are you sitting over here?

- What?

- You can't read?

It's not coming.

- You gotta walk, man.

- Sorry.

- See ya.

- Thanks.

- Hi. Hi there.

Excuse me. I'm lost.

I'm looking for a White Sands.

My girls are about to

get out of practice.

- You can't look it

up on your phone?

- Well, my phone died and one

of my girls took the charger.

I think you know how that goes.

You know, I left a

really big meeting

just so I could

get here in time.

- Dressed like that?

- Oh, you're funny.

You're funny.

- I know White Sands isn't far.

You've gotta take the

interstate to get there.

Um, I'm not totally sure though.

I'm not from around here.

- Hey, hang on a second.

I got an idea.

How about I compensate

you for your time?

- Just doing my good

deed for the day.

- You know what?

Speaking of good deeds,

can I offer you a ride?

I mean, where do you need to go?

- I'm okay.

I'm waiting for the bus.

- You can't be waiting

out here by yourself.

Just come on.

I'll give you a ride.

Look, you got nothing

to worry about.

I am not a creep.

I'm just, I'm a dad.

- Um,

what happened here?

- Oh, yeah.

I need to get that fixed.

Straight?

- Yes.

- Okay.

- So what time were you

supposed to pick them up?

- Oh, we got time.

- I thought you said

you were in a rush.

Do you smoke around them?

- You like to

ask questions, don't you?

- Everything I

have said and done

has been in the hands of God.

I was born to do this.

I am not afraid.

Everything I have said and done

has been in the hands of God.

Um, I can just get off

at the next light.

- No.

- I can walk from there.

- Yeah.

- I can.

It's really close.

- Okey dokes.

- You just passed it.

- Aw.

- You follow directions

as good as you smell.

No wonder your so lost.

- Oh, whoa.

Take it easy little missy.

- Where are we going?

- Relax, have

some of this, okay?

Don't be a big baby, just...

It's, it's good.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

It's all right.

Help you relax.

- Everything I

have said and done

has been in the hands of God.

I was born to do this.

I'm not afraid.

- What was that?

- It's a quote from Joan of Arc.

She led the French to

battle against England

and then became a

Saint for her actions.

- Right.

Wasn't she burned alive?

- She was.

She also k*lled an awful

lot of men before that.

See, you indeed, are correct.

I have nothing to worry about.

Only you do.

- What are you doing?

- Everything I

have said and done

has been in the hands of God.

Dear God, what have

you made of me?

Have mercy.

Have mercy, have

mercy on my soul.

Why don't I feel bad about this?

Why?

Why do I feed on this?

Is it my burden to carry?

My gift?

My curse?

Why?

Why have you made me this way?

Oh wow, how darling.

- Where have you been?

I've been waiting

here for hours.

- You have not just

been waiting, Jules.

We've been dancing.

- She gave me weed.

- Oh.

- We were waiting for you

though, to do the peyote.

- Okay, Gigi.

- Oh, come on.

She knows I'm joking.

Better not drink the tea

tonight though, sweetie.

- What?

- It smells delicious in

here, what you cooking?

- Beef stew.

- So, are you just

gonna ignore my question?

Where have you been?

The poli sci exam.

We were supposed to study.

- I was waiting for you.

- Waited for me?

- Yeah.

- Where?

- You know the Goats Cafe.

- The Goats?

- Yeah.

- You said to meet

you at the house.

So why didn't you text me?

- Oh, I was zoned out

and my phone died.

Gigi, did you give this

girl the upper or the downer?

'Cause she's 21

questions over here.

- Hmm.

Maybe she's more the

ketamine type.

- No, I'm

just scaring her.

- All right, fine.

Let's just eat.

Pre-code films were

whole other thing.

Hollywood in 1931 was a radical

bed of progressive ideas.

And women, women were

just a femme fatale,

or the ingenue, or the

doting wife or the victim.

No.

Women were whole people.

Emancipated from the

harness of how a woman

is supposed to behave.

Now, my mom, Clare's

great grandma

was a Hollywood screenwriter

- Oh really.

- in the '60s and '70s, yeah,

and she did this one

spaghetti western

and that is how I

got into acting.

And I even taught little Clare.

All my favorite screen

combat moves, didn't I?

- You never told me that.

- Oh!

By the way, I'm sorry for

missing our study day today.

It won't happen again.

- Dude, don't sweat it.

We're good.

- Um, well text me

when you get home?

- Always. Bye.

Oh, and Clare?

Goats was closed today

for a private event.

See you tomorrow.

- Hey, there.

- f*ck off.

Jesus.

Bob, how many times

do I have to k*ll you?

- Clare Bleeker.

New day, same habit.

- Whatever this is, can we just

reschedule it for another time?

I really need to sleep.

- That's a big negative,

my auburn vendetta.

Oh hey, that'd be a great

assassin name for you.

- Nobody hires me

to do what I do yet.

Um, Bob, what is this?

What are you doing here?

- I am here representing

the last itsy bitsy piece

of your conscience.

- Really? Because I don't feel

bad about what I do.

- No? Not even about me?

Thought we were pals.

- No, I'm in college.

You're decomposing.

- I remember our first encounter

like it was yesterday.

- What are you doing down there?

- Oh, I'm not doing much.

You know, just...

- Are you drunk?

- Yeah.

Yes, I have been drinking.

- Can you get up?

- Oh, I can't.

- Okay, I'm gonna call

someone for help.

- No, no, no, no.

Please, don't, don't.

Don't call anybody, yeah.

Just give me a hand.

Oh, thank you.

- You wanna talk about it?

- 30 years.

30 years of marriage.

I never even looked

at another woman.

I never thought about

another woman, I never cared.

I find out that she cheated

on me my whole life.

Stepped on and, and, and

taken advantage of

and taken for granted

and over and over and

over and over and over.

I never thought.

I never thought that

she would do that to me.

- I'm sure you'll find

somebody that cares about you

the way you deserve.

I'm sorry.

Oh, oh, okay.

Okay, getting too tight.

Okay.

Stop, stop.

Get off me!

- No, no, no, no, no.

Please, please, please.

- What is your point?

Why? Why are you haunting me?

You slipped and fell and broke

your dumb head open, okay?

So you can't be my conscience

uttering its last dying breaths

or whatever you just said.

- I'm here to warn you.

- About?

- The man you m*rder*d today.

- Oh, please don't tell me I'm

gonna start seeing him too.

- He did not act alone.

Be mindful of what

you say tomorrow.

- To whom?

- Be mindful.

- Okay, thank you

for being useless.

Goodnight, Bob.

You're still here, Bob.

- I don't know.

I heard the detective

on this case

is like a sexy fox.

- Who cares?

This whole thing is so psycho.

When Theresa went missing,

they didn't do half the crap

they're making us do right now.

- Wait, the girl went missing?

- Wait, who's the guy?

- I don't know, but

look, see these two girls

from our school, they were

the last people that saw him.

And they told me, pretended

like he needed directions

to help pick up his daughters.

- Men should never

ask for directions.

- Fact check.

Homie had no daughters.

- Classic.

- Shocking.

- Just trifling, you know.

- There's a girl missing?

- These girls are so cool.

They don't even hear you.

- So a girl went missing?

- Yeah, it was last year,

Theresa Holmes.

She was so kind,

she was talented.

- Okay.

She was in other people's

boyfriends is what she was.

- Okay, sis.

- Well it wasn't her

sis of her sis?

- Anyway, they found

traces of GHB and fentanyl

and a flask in his car.

So those girls dodged a b*llet.

- I knew it.

- Knew what?

- Um, oh in my head, in my head,

I was thinking about something.

- God you are so hot but

so weird Clare.

- So did they say anything else?

- No, but I mean, it had

to be after school hours

or they wouldn't be

interrogating us.

- Interrogating?

Wait, is that what's

happening here?

- Yes, Einstein.

What do you think we're in

line for, a juice press?

- Oh my God, I need an alibi.

- Why?

- I invoke the Sixth.

- It's the Fifth, Amity.

And you're not gonna do well

in there without an alibi

for yesterday afternoon.

- Can you be my alibi?

- You're so cute, but I can't.

- Why?

- Firstly, you wouldn't be

able to bear the pressure

of a cross-interrogation

and would likely end crushed

by the web of lies

of your own making.

Secondly, a false

testimony in a m*rder case

is a federal charge.

Third of all, you don't

actually think they're looking

for a suspect amongst us, right?

- I don't know.

Juliana LeBlanc.

- Here.

- This is ridiculous and

a dumb waste of my time.

By the way, I knew

it was the Fifth.

I mean, I was so,

so obviously joking.

It's just like Juliana needs

to get off her high horse.

You know?

She thinks I'm not smart,

but I always get the

last laugh in the end.

Remember that, Clare.

So a juice press is so 2012.

Anyway, it's like, who's

standing in line for a juice?

- Wait, why don't

you wanna tell anyone

where you were yesterday?

- Because it's private.

- Clare Bleeker.

- Yeah, good luck

with that, kid.

Let's hope Juliana is as good

a friend as she says she is.

- Clare, this is

Detective Timmons.

Miss Bleeker is one

of our newer student.

She's an East Coast transplant.

- Oh yeah, where

on the East Coast?

- New York.

- What got you moving here?

- Dead parents.

- Um...

I'm sorry to hear that.

All right, Miss Bleeker,

I don't wish to take

too much of your time,

but can you walk us

through your day yesterday

from about 2:00 PM to 8:00 PM?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, um...

Started at school.

- Yeah.

- Then I went to the bus stop.

- Which bus?

The bus up on campus?

- It's not coming.

- Yeah, yeah.

On campus.

- And what happened next?

- I was reading a

book and I went home

and had a study

date with my friend.

- Which

friend was that?

- LeBlanc.

Um...

And then, then...

we had dinner with my...

I had a study date...

- Clare.

- Grandma.

- Clare.

- Detective to repeat it.

- Clare.

- Sorry?

- I said you can go.

- Okay.

Well, you know where to

find me if you need me.

- You have pets?

- No, just bad habits.

- Well, it's like

I always say.

- Don't.

- I'm just saying-

- Don't.

- I didn't think

it went that bad.

- Yeah, right.

It went f*cking amazing

because I blacked out

and I have absolutely

no recollection of

what I just said.

- Ah, don't say, oh, Uncle

Bob didn't warn you.

- Well, look who it is...

Clare Bleeker.

- Um,

I'm sorry, what, what

is your name?

- You're funny.

Amity told me you were funny.

- Amity's ex, ah...

Cool.

I, I have to go.

- Wait, where to?

You need a ride?

- No, I...

uh...

yeah, actually, yeah.

Yes.

Yeah, and then just right

up this street is my house.

...homicide case.

- So what happened with you

and Truman earlier today?

...tragically found dead.

- Huh?

- In the hallway.

I saw you guys, looked

like some tension.

- Oh, that kid is whack.

He deserved it.

- Why did he deserve it?

- Well, it

seems like police arrived

at the scene this morning.

- Amity didn't tell you?

- Tell me what?

- He's been

identified as Joe Morton.

- Look, all you need to

know is he did something

he regretted and he

won't do it again.

...a targeted attack.

Targeted attack?

- Well, this is me.

Investigators are trying-

- That was easy and painless.

So maybe we'll hop in again.

Thank you.

- Hey, Clare.

Look, I know you're new in town,

but I'm throwing

a party tonight.

Would you wanna come?

Not with me, not with me.

Just you or others if you want?

- Yeah?

- Yeah, yeah. Why not?

- Awesome.

And just can you

do me one thing?

Just, don't tell

Amity I invited you.

I just don't want

it to be a thing.

You know what I mean?

- Okay.

- All right. Dope.

I'll see you tonight.

- All right, party!

I'm gonna come by about seven.

We'll get ready together.

It's gonna be awesome.

I don't know how

you girls do it.

I, ah, gosh.

This is both painful and

difficult at the same time.

- Wow, Bob, you've been

dead for only a month

and you've already summed up

the entire female experience.

Okay, stop that. I cannot

let you do this anymore.

This is painful.

Close.

Okay, stay still.

Bob, where do you go

when you're not like...

- Here?

- Yeah, like why aren't

you in heaven yet?

Are you on some type

of heaven probation or?

- Why do you ask?

- Just wondering if you'd seen

my mom and dad by any chance?

- I have not.

- I think about

them a lot actually.

I know that what

I'm doing is right.

I can, I just feel

it in my soul.

But then I think maybe

they're up there looking down

and saying, normal Clare

Bleeker is enough.

- Maybe they're

up there thinking

that they want

normal Clare Bleeker

to have some normal fun.

- No more k*lling.

I am the result

of a fallen world.

But has to give light,

last endure burning.

- What's that smell?

- Regrets.

This is good.

See, this is the

acceptable kind of trouble.

- Juliana meeting us here?

- No.

- Why?

- Because I didn't tell her.

- Why not?

- Bob, why try to k*ll the

mood with all the questions?

Okay? This is a night for us to

get out and be normal

and be social.

Bob and Clare, Bob and Clare.

Are you with me?

Okay?

Watch me, be normal.

Hey, you, you.

Mm.

Oh my God.

No. No more.

No, I don't.

- You photograph

disgustingly well.

Emphasis on

disgusting by the way.

Didn't expect to see

you here tonight.

- Same.

- Well, I'm here

on a work night.

Just a mere and humble observant

of this wild f*cking

human display.

- Hmm.

What kind of work is that?

- Well, I'm actually,

I'm working on a series

titled Demented Debauchery of

Intoxicated College Students.

- Oh.

- It'll make for like an edgy,

pricey coffee table book

somewhere, I don't know.

- Glad to be collecting dust

in some old dude's house.

- What makes you think

you made the cut?

- Clearly, I am the cover.

I'm just demented

debauchery at its finest.

Wow.

- So what brings you here

on this delectable evening?

- A ghost of a dead

mailman that haunts me

told me to do it.

- Better tell lover boy

I come with the package.

Get it?

- So what else did this

ghost tell you to do, Clare?

- I'd rather not say.

Let's just drop the ghost.

Drop the ghost.

- Shall we, you wanna go inside?

- f*ck the ghost

for the rest of the night?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- I'll be your ghost.

- Yeah, he's not cool at all.

Let me go

Some faces I know

Doesn't matter where I go

I see you

Would you tell me about

the dream again

The one of learning

how to breathe

At the garden of the seas

Is only you and me

Would you take it out

of me again

Do you hear me

Do you hear me

Do you know where

the bathroom is?

- It's upstairs.

You want me to wait for you?

Okay.

- Cops are here! Cops are here!

- Why is Timmons here?

- Is anybody up there?

Need your IDs out.

- f*ck.

What the?

What the f*ck?

- Whoa.

- Uh, hi.

- What's up, but?

How'd you find my room?

- That's your room?

Yeah, I didn't know that.

I checked all the doors,

but they were all

locked and yours wasn't.

So, yeah you know, the cops.

I was trying to hide.

- This is pretty annoying.

- Yeah.

- It's just

a noise complaint

but people inevitably

bring drugs to these things.

So, cops stay a lot

longer than they should.

What are you hiding,

Clare Bleeker?

And why are you even in there?

Are you running from the cops?

- Everybody started

bolting, so I did.

All right, well look,

make yourself comfortable

'cause it's, it's

gonna be a while.

You know, half my

nicotine addiction

comes from manual fixation,

which I don't get from vaping.

- I have to go.

- Wait, are you sure?

- Yeah, I have to be home.

- Look, I would not

risk that if I were you.

- I gotta get home.

- No, I couldn't get

anybody tonight.

- Death is more

welcome here than you.

Next!

- Next.

- Hey, Amity.

How are you?

- Clare, wish me luck.

Actually, don't

you say break a leg

'cause we're in the theater, so.

- What part are you

auditioning for?

- Myra.

Obviously, the female lead.

You know what?

You actually have a Helga vibe.

Clare Voyant.

You see what I did

there with your name?

It's supporting but.

- I actually related a bit more

to the two male protagonist.

- You would.

- Yeah, also he dies

after the first act.

- The only thing

you're projecting is vomit.

Next!

- Amity, I wanted

to just talk to you

about something

pretty important.

- Okay? sh**t.

- What was your

relationship like with Wade?

- Why?

- Did he ever say anything

or make you do anything

that felt forced?

- What are you asking me?

- If he put you in a position-

- Why are you all of a

sudden curious about Wade?

Did he ask you out?

- No, I barely saw

him the other night.

- The other night?

Like at his party?

So you went to my ex's

party without us?

Do you know how

sketchy that sounds?

- Amity-

- We're trying to prep.

- Okay, you shut up!

- Amity, it wasn't like that.

- That's exactly

what Theresa said.

- What does Theresa

have to do it with this?

- Oh God.

I'd rather pass a kidney stone.

Next.

- I have to audition.

- Amity, darling.

Mwah. Mwah.

- Mwah. Mwah.

- Finally, a true thespian

in the sea of dilettantes.

- They're all Philistines.

- Entre vous.

- A girl went missing?

- Yeah, it was last

year, Theresa Holmes.

- Have you seen my text?

- My phone's been off.

- I'm just gonna

get to the point.

There is something

really, really-

- I thought you were gonna get

straight to the point, Clare.

- Okay.

I found photos of Amity

that I don't think

she wanted to taken.

And there was another

of a missing girl,

she went missing last year.

And then I found photos of you.

- What?

- You were unconscious.

- Well, I don't do

drugs and I don't drink.

So frankly, I don't know

what you're talking about.

- I know what I saw.

I'm trying to help you.

Has Wade done anything or said-

- Wade?

- It was in his

room, the photos.

- So you did hook up with him?

- What? No, I didn't

hook up with him.

- Clare, listen, I

like you and all,

but you just got

here six months ago

whilst I've known Amity

since middle school.

Now, I don't give a damn

that you hooked up with

her ex or whatever-

- I didn't hook-

- It doesn't matter.

But if you think I'm not

keeping track of all the lies

you've been spewing

regularly, you are wrong.

- What lies?

- Goats Cafe,

Clare, or the party

you didn't think of

inviting your friends to.

- Oh my God. This is different.

- And now it turns out you were

Wade's bedroom.

You're a little

dishonest, Clare.

- This, this

is what matters.

- You're smart, you're

pretty, but you're dishonest.

- This is-

- If you really think there's

something wrong, then why not

just go to the police?

Hmm?

Precisely.

Later, Clare.

- Mr. Edwards.

- Uh-uh, no ma'am.

- Ah, Mr. Edwards?

- Not today.

- Auditions are over. No.

- But Mr. Edwards.

- Director.

- Director Edwards.

I have this proposition for you.

- Mm.

- Because someone as

riveting as yourself

should not settle for

just small town production

of a spell binding

piece of literature.

Your vision is Broadway or-

- We're working in here.

Carry on.

- Because you're like, then

you're just this true feminist.

You're a trailblazer,

Mr. Edwards.

Can I assist you?

- No, I don't babysit.

But I did come up with

the best idea right now.

It just popped into my brain.

Gender is a construct.

So you can play the

male lead, Sidney Brule.

- Oh, great idea.

- Opposite Amity Liston.

And if you are late

ever again, you're out.

Move it.

- Okay, great.

- I'm out of here.

I'm off the clock.

- Miss Bleeker, may I

have a word with you

in the dean's office?

- Yeah, of course.

- Clare, do you

remember last time we spoke

that it was about Joe Morton?

- Who?

- The man who was

m*rder*d in his car.

- Oh, right. What about it?

- Well, the victim's only

witnesses recently testified

that they saw a

redheaded girl waiting

at the campus bus stop

the day of the m*rder.

But what time exactly did

you get home that night?

- Forgive me I'm,

having a

little deja vu here.

Ah well, let's see.

The bus was late.

I was reading a book and

I lost track of time,

and then I went home.

I had a study date with my

friend, Juliana LeBlanc.

And then we made dinner

with my grandma Gigi.

And then I just went to bed.

- Well, we spoke with your

grandmother earlier today.

- Hmm.

- She said you were

three hours late.

- Okay, and?

- And Juliana didn't mention

that when we interrogated her.

- She must have forgot.

Doesn't really seem

like a relevant detail.

- Buses aren't hours

late, Miss Bleeker.

- Outrageous, I know.

What a waste of my time.

But I didn't see the guy

that you're talking about.

So, I'm sorry I don't have

more intel for you detective.

But that's not a crime, is it?

- No, it's not, but giving

a false testimony is.

And for some strange reason,

you and your two closest friends

all have murky testimonies

on the day a man was m*rder*d.

- Am I being

detained, detective?

- No, you can go.

But Clare, let me be clear.

You have a three-hour

gap in your alibi.

I will find out why.

- Detective Timmons, do you know

how many women have gone

missing in this town

in the last 30 years?

54 with Theresa Holmes.

In a single town in the

course of only three decades,

my brain, just, I-

How does something like

that go unnoticed?

How does so many

women go unnoticed?

- Clare, you're being naive,

if you don't think we're

aware, people go missing.

It's what keeps me up at night.

And it's the reason

why I warned you

the first time I saw you.

But something tells me

that you're withholding

pivotal information here.

- Unless this guy

has something to do

with these missing girls.

I think my job is done here.

I'm allowed to leave, right?

- There's the door.

- He can't have

anything on me.

He can't. He can't.

Because if he did, he'd

already have me detained

and I didn't leave any

DNA evidence behind

because they had already had me.

- Hmm.

- How would I bring up

all these missing girls?

Timmons just doesn't

say anything.

He literally didn't

say anything.

It's like, why

doesn't anybody care?

- People tend to not want to

talk about that kind of stuff.

- What does that mean?

- The ugly stuff in the world.

They wanna pretend

it's not there.

- Well, what does

that mean to me?

Well, like, we should just

go on living our lives

while all these

girls are missing?

Why am I even

talking to you, Bob?

- Well technically, you're not.

- Timmons,

he's always watching so I

can't really do anything.

But on top of that right,

I'm just jeopardizing

all of my friends.

- You don't really have

any friends left, do you?

- There's Juliana, there's

Amity, there's something

that's not right about that.

And then you've got Wade, Wade.

He's got this so many photos.

Look at her.

How did they get in his room?

Why does he have them?

I need to figure

out this puzzle.

I need to put all of

the pieces together.

It'll work out.

But, but I can't, I can't.

Because I shouldn't.

I shouldn't be doing this.

I can't be doing this because

I've done too many things

and they're going to resurface

that I've done in the past.

I don't know what to do.

I need to know what to do.

What do I do, Bob?

What do I do?

What do I do?

- You have to finish

what you started.

- I can't. I can't.

- You have to go back.

- I can't.

- You have to go back to

the house on Oak Street.

- Like Joan of Arc?

Like Joan of Arc, guided

solely by my visions.

- Joan burned, Clare.

- Something so evil,

it infects all of

those who touch it.

Death trap is a Chinese box

of moving parts that makes

you question everything

that you just learned.

Who is an ally?

Who is not?

Who is a m*rder*r?

And who is a victim?

I'm gonna take this great play

and make it extraordinary

by casting Clare Bleeker

as the male lead, Sidney Brule,

- What?

- the washed up writer who's

desperate for a second chance.

And Amity Liston will

play Clifford, the young

and plucky student who Sydney

is trying to steal the play

of death trap from.

- I'm an ingenue.

- Uh-huh.

And Wade, you will be

playing Sydney's wife,

the clingy Machiavellian Myra.

- So I get to play

Clare's clingy wife?

- Mm-hmm.

- Sexy.

- What?

- Miss Liston.

- I just-

- Whatever it is you

are channeling here,

I need you to save

it for the stage.

Okay?

Rehearsal time, it's

indeed where this belongs.

Indeed.

- Now, donde esta, mi

psychic Helga.

Helga?

- Hey. Hey.

I'm here. I'm here.

Sorry, I was working on a film-

- No, no, no, no.

I do not tolerate t*rd.

Be gone.

- Are are, are you

serious right now?

- Deadly. Out.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- And that is

what we call acting.

See what I'm doing there, kids?

Helga, Helga, Helga, Helga,

please come back.

We miss you already.

Please take a seat

and use your psychic

abilities to make sure

that you never, ever,

ever disappoint me again.

Or you'll be out like

me from the closet.

- I can't wait to get started

so I can watch Helga die

a very slow and

excruciating death.

- Wow, Clare here is clearly

overcompensating for her lack

of talent by method

acting, which I stan.

- Okay.

- Bravo, Clare.

Bravo.

Now everybody, up, up, up.

Use our instruments people.

A five, six, seven, eight.

To the right, to the left.

To the right, to the left.

To the right, to the left.

To the right.

- The tip of the

tongue, the teeth, the lips.

The tip of the tongue,

the teeth, the lips.

The tip of the tongue,

the teeth, the lips.

- Clare.

Clare, what happened?

Clare, what's your problem?

Hey, hey, wait.

- Don't come near me.

- You're actually insane.

What the f*ck?

You're a nut job, f*ck.

- So?

- So what?

- So what is our plan?

- There is a curfew in place.

That is the plan.

- A curfew.

What does a curfew

do in this situation?

- It is a necessary precaution,

given the extreme

circumstances that we're in.

- The only person right now

who is in extreme

circumstances is Juliana.

If we don't do

something immediately,

she's gonna disappear like

the rest of the girls.

- There's gonna be a vigil.

We'll go to the vigil.

- What, what does a vigil do,

Gigi?

We should be out

looking right now.

And what is with the coffee?

You don't even drink coffee.

- It's to keep me

up, while you sleep.

- Are you serious?

- Yes.

- Right now, anything

could be happening to her.

- I hear you talking

to yourself at night.

Detective Timmons says I

should take particular care

with you because of your

fragile state of mind.

- But is he insinuating

that I'm crazy?

- No, it's not like that.

- Is that what you think?

- No, that's not what I think.

But you've been

through a lot, Clare.

You've seen some

horrifying things.

And I know that you

sneak out at night.

To do what I have no idea,

but it has to stop.

From now on, it is

home, school, home.

- Until when?

- Until I say so.

What was this

doing in your drawer?

- Protection.

- Oh, come on.

What is this for?

What is it you do when

you sneak out at night?

Tell me.

- I can't tell you.

I can't tell anyone.

- Jesus.

You are grounded.

- I'm not your child, Gigi.

- No, you're not.

Because I had to bury my

child with my own hands.

I'm not gonna bury my

granddaughter also.

- Clare!

Oh my God!

Clare, you have

to promise me something.

You'll never tell anyone what

you did in the woods today.

Okay?

Even if you saved a life.

It will haunt you, Clare.

It will change

your life forever.

And not everyone

will understand you.

Not everyone will

see you as a hero.

You have to bear

this secret alone.

But whenever you

feel like you need

to take this burden off your

shoulders, you come talk to me.

I'll always be with you

when all goes dark.

- Mom?

Please grant me strength.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

please grant me strength.

Please do not abandon me.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

please,

please grant me strength.

Please do not abandon me.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

please,

please grant me strength.

To thee, do we cry

poor children of Eve,

to thee, do we

send up our sighs,

mourning and weeping in

this valley of tears.

Please, Holy Mary mother of God.

The blood, it won't come off.

Help me carry this burden,

I can't do this anymore.

I'm not strong enough.

I belong nowhere.

Show me the way,

make me your vessel.

Please do not abandon me.

Pray for us sinners now and

in the hour of our death.

Amen.

- Help me.

- Who are you taking

the photos for?

- Clare, please don't do

something you may regret.

- Who are you taking

the photos for?

- Okay, look, I'll answer

whatever question you have,

but you need to

put the knife down.

- No.

Who are you taking

the photos for?

- I don't know what

you're asking me.

- Photo that you took of

me the night of the party.

Why did I find it in

some stranger's basement?

Hmm?

What was it doing there?

Who are you selling

these photos to?

- Your, your photo?

- Don't act f*cking stupid.

You know what I'm talking about.

- Look, my camera was stolen

the night of the party.

Okay?

When the cops came, all right?

All those photos

that I took are gone.

Literally, I didn't get a

chance to download them.

I lost-

- Are you lying to me?

- No. Look,

every single photo

I took that night is gone.

Including yours.

I'm working on film again.

- What do you know about

the house on Oak Street?

- Who told you?

Was it, was it Wade?

- What about Wade?

- He thinks I took some

promiscuous photos of his girl

when I didn't even know what I

was walking myself into.

Okay? And I don't even think

Amity did either.

I was just answering

some stupid photography ad,

to make some cash.

Okay? I didn't even go back.

That's it.

- Did you take this photo?

- No, but I recognized

the background.

That's the house.

- Are you friends

with my granddaughter?

Do you know my granddaughter?

- Mrs. Newberry, right?

Yeah, we didn't get a chance

to introduce ourselves.

My name is Truman.

- You're friends with

my granddaughter?

- Oh, yes, yes.

I know Clare.

- And where is Clare?

- I haven't seen her since...

- Since what?

She told me she was

with her friends.

She's not home and

she's not here.

So, so where is she?

Where is she?

Where is my granddaughter?

I can't lose her too.

I can't lose her.

I can't lose her too.

- Hello?

Have you seen my

friend, Juliana LeBlanc?

She went missing three days ago.

Have you seen her?

- I'm sorry kid, I haven't.

- Are you sure?

Can you take

another look please?

'Cause I've been searching

all night and I'm so tired.

Can I use your bathroom?

It'll be really

quick, I promise.

Uh,

where is it, your bathroom?

- On the left.

- And can I get

a glass of water?

I'm so thirsty.

- Yeah.

Here you go.

- Thank you for

your hospitality.

- Gibbs needs more

product within two days.

Raw stuff.

Younger.

- You can't seem to understand

this is a process.

It takes time to

get these girls.

- We run

a business, Randall,

and you're behind on delivery.

Either you're in or you're out.

- Well things have

been a bit backed up

since the Joe situation.

- Gibbs was sorry

to hear about your brother.

- Yeah, well he did all

the pickups, you know,

and now I'm running

this thing all myself.

- What about

the recruiter we got you?

- Whose idea was that?

Hold on.

Hey.

Whoa, whoa.

Oh, hello.

Hi.

There she is.

You're

not gonna believe

what just knocked on my door.

She showed up looking

for the other one.

- The van will be at

your place in an hour.

Better have them both on it.

- Hey, the guys are coming.

I'll send you stuff ASAP.

All right, listen up.

Girl in the bed's done.

All right?

She's got pick up in an hour.

Meanwhile, I caught another one.

So she's gonna need some

pictures, she needs video.

And I'll tell you, if

you get done early,

you can have some fun with

her before the van picks her up.

Okay?

Have at it, let's go.

Hey, take the braids out.

Little messy.

There you go.

Yeah.

All right. Clear out.

There we go. There we go.

Oh, it's good.

- Randall, can I get

her for the video?

- All right.

Hey, I'm done.

Okey dokes.

Bring her on.

Showtime.

Hang on a second.

I'm getting a vision.

You two look good together.

Why don't we spice

up this video?

Maybe introduce some product

testing to the package

and get a bidding w*r going on.

Put on a mask and

get camera ready.

- I ain't getting paid enough

for this sh*t, man.

- I'll do it.

- Yes! Yes!

What's wrong with you, Justin?

- Jesus Christ.

Hey, Randall.

How much did you give her, man?

She can't even

stand up straight.

I can't pick up the girl.

- You want me to

reset the lights by the bed?

- No, just

pull the horse over.

Let's go.

- Everything I've said and

done has been the will of God.

- What? What did you say?

- I am not afraid.

I'm not afraid.

I was born to do this.

- Hey Randall, I

don't like this, man.

You are so high.

- Everything I have

said and done

has been in the hands of God.

I was born to do

this, I'm not afraid.

Come on you-

Let her go.

- Why should I?

- I won't have mercy on

your soul if you don't.

- On my soul?

- Let her go.

Help! Help!

We're down here.

- Oh!

- Help, help us, please.

We're down here.

Please help us.

I'm so scared.

Please, please, please,

someone help me.

- Oh, sh*t.

What the f*ck happened here?

Randall, Jesus Christ, man.

You had one job.

- You f*ck' piece of sh*t.

- Clare.

All right, let's try to

all walk outta here alive.

Shall we?

- Tell him to let her go.

Do it!

- Go on.

- Put the scissors on the

floor and pass them to me.

- That was fair.

And I'd say we're even

now, don't you?

- Where do all the

girls go, Timmons?

Hmm?

How much do they go for?

By the way, I loved

k*lling your brother.

I have to go get Timmons.

- Clare, please, please,

please, don't leave me.

- I have to.

- Please, don't leave me,

please.

- f*ck.

There, there, there, there.

You're safe, you're safe.

You're safe, you're safe.

No one's gonna hurt you.

No one's gonna hurt you.

I promise.

Hey, hey, hey, you're safe.

Gigi.

Gigi,

I know you're mad and I'm sorry

but you're never gonna

believe what happened.

You have to see what's on TV.

- ...versity town has been

discovered to be the nest,

of a human trafficking

- We found Juliana!

- operation that has run

for more than 40 years.

A local college

student, Juliana LeBlanc

who went missing three

days ago, was found alive

inside the basement

of trafficking ring

leader, Randall Morton.

Mr. Morton and his brother Joe,

had previously been convicted

with bail years prior.

When another student

came to this house

looking for her friend,

she walked into the scene

of a gruesome death,

- Gigi!

- that miraculously,

- You're missing it.

- Juliana was spared from.

What happened?

- It, it was really scary.

I...

The door was open

and then I could hear yelling

coming from the basement.

And then I went in and then

I was like walking-

- It took such courage

for this young lady to

walk into the wolf's mouth.

But her action saved

her best friend's life.

Stay tuned for more information

on the Pickmann Flats

trafficking case.

We'll be right back

after a short break.

- Oh, don't worry, Clare.

She got to die peacefully

in her own home.

Well, not too peacefully

since she had a heart attack

the second she realized

I was after you.

Remember, I tried to

make a deal with you,

but you had to go all

Rambo in that basement.

You could have spared

your grandmother's life.

- All they do is take from me.

They take from me.

- What? What?

What are you saying?

I cannot hear you.

- The last thing I have is...

...gone.

I have nothing.

I have nothing.

Are you here to k*ll me now?

- Clare, I think there's been

a misunderstanding.

I'm not here to k*ll you.

I don't want you dead at all.

I want you to work for me.

No, with, with me.

See, as you rightfully

pointed out,

you have nothing to live for.

No family members left,

but you are a weapon.

Oh my God, Clare, we could

make so much money together.

I'm telling you,

you'd be set for life.

- Ah.

I would never.

Never.

- I expected a

little resistance.

See, I've done some research

on you, Miss Bleeker.

Your father left when

you were in fifth grade.

Mom had a rare heart condition

that went undiagnosed.

She died when you were only 14.

After that, you moved from

New York to Connecticut,

from friends' houses

to boarding schools

until you ended up here.

But it appears that

wherever you went,

somehow a mysterious

surge in m*rder cases

made to look like suicides

or accidents happened.

I know you k*lled Joe Morton.

I know you're responsible

for the mailman's death

and virtually every

other unsolved m*rder

in the cities you've lived in.

Join me, Clare.

Or it's only a matter of

time until you get caught.

I can protect you.

- Detective...

I believe in what I do.

I hope I get caught.

- Hey!

You had your chance.

- What has to give

light must endure burning.

What has to fight must

endure destruction.

Burn.

- Cheryl, you made it.

Thank you for coming.

Are you loving?

- It's great, man.

- I know I'm, phenomenal.

Pumpkin.

- Hi, Cole.

- We're so glad you made it

and that you're doing all right?

- Yes, of course.

- Front row, honey.

Where you belong.

- Yeah.

- I'm watching you two,

trouble.

Hey, pull it together people.

Oh my God, oh my God.

Oh my God, you!

I can't!

Okay. There are reviewers

here for Christ's sake.

- Do you have

my tape measure?

- Ah, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes.

- Okay.

- Amity, Amity.

- Can you stand still please?

- Yes.

- This fit you fine last week.

- Maybe I'm losing weight.

- Not in the trunk.

- Ah!

Okay, Do I look

manly enough for you?

- No.

- Ah, Clifford's ready,

we open in five. Let's go!

- Five! We can't be late.

Move it. Move it.

Props, props, props.

Please stop me from putting

this in someone's face.

You, perfection.

Yes. I love it.

Meow. Meow.

Come on, OMG.

There are reviewers here.

They are totally judging me.

We are going to hell.

Curtain!

- Oh my God, I am

like bringing down the house.

- Forever.

Forever.

Forever.

Forever.

Forever and ever.

Forever, no.

- Here, why don't you

take some of my flowers?

I have like way too many.

Look at Wade.

At least we don't need

him to finish the play.

But we do need you.

So, hurry up.

It's opening night.

- Hey, break a leg, Clare.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

- Hi, Clare.

- Where have you been

this entire time?

I could have used

your help, you know?

Gigi's dead.

- I know,

but she's, she's here.

She's, she's watching over you.

And she wants you to know

she's very proud of you

and so are your parents.

But there is one last thing

that you have to do and

you can only do it now

- We're about to go.

This is pretty

disastrous timing, Bob.

- The Tale of Oak

Street isn't over.

- What?

- The code is 1713.

- Code for what?

- Gibbs needs more

product within two days.

Raw stuff. Younger.

What about the

recruiter we got you?

- He thinks I took

some promiscuous photos

of his girlfriend.

- Juliana thinks

I'm not smart,

but I always get the

last laugh in the end.

Remember that, Clare.

- Break a leg.

- Everything I

have said and done

has been in the hands of God.