01x09 - Stairway to Heaven

[bunniefuu]

[Bret] One of the most intimate ways
to k*ll someone

is to push them from a great height.

[♪ "Vienna" playing]

[Bret] Terminal velocity refers
to the maximum speed

attainable by a human body falling
through midair.

It takes roughly 12 seconds
to achieve that speed.

♪ We walked in the cold air ♪

[Bret] Terry never even got close
before he collided

with the hardwood of the Schaffers' foyer.

♪ Freezing breath on a windowpane… ♪

[Bret] Looking back on that fall semester
of senior year,

there was no shortage
of traumatizing developments.

The serial k*ller, or various K*llers
terrorizing our school,

the fracturing of our friend group,

and the untimely deaths of teenagers
who had no business dying.

But to this day,
the two questions that still beguile

and disturb me the most are:

Who pushed Terry Schaffer
over that stairway banister?

And why?

[no audible dialogue]

[Bret] Many people assumed it was me.

Terry had betrayed me.

Not only had he taken advantage of me

at the Beverly Hills Hotel,
but I believed then,

as now, that he had videotaped us
as some sort of perverse insurance policy.

♪ This means nothing to me… ♪

[Bret] The truth is,
by the night of Debbie's Halloween party,

seemingly everyone had a reason
to want Terry Schaffer dead.

Steven had worked loyally for Terry
for a decade.

And Terry had repaid him
by routinely humiliating him

and thwarting his efforts
to produce a movie.

♪ Freezing breath on a windowpane… ♪

[Bret] Liz had endured years
of Terry's infidelity

and exceedingly sloppy lies
about his sexuality.

All the while something malevolent
had been gestating inside her.

♪ A man in the dark in a picture frame ♪

♪ So mystic and soulful… ♪

[Bret] And the dormancy period
was finally over.

Then there was Debbie.

Daddy's little girl had lost faith in
the first and only man she'd ever trust.

Her rage was compounded by a profound…

♪ The feeling has gone, only you and I ♪

♪ It means nothing to me ♪

[Bret] …almost biological hurt.

♪ This means nothing to me ♪

♪ Oh, Vienna… ♪

[Bret] Susan despised Terry
for ruining Debbie's life

and hated him even more
for trying to ruin mine.

Susan, I would discover much later,
had learned about my secret shame.

Thom had been acting increasingly
violent and erratic that year.

♪ The music is weaving ♪

[Bret] And harbored an intense grudge
against his own father.

Or any father figure.

♪ Haunting notes, pizzicato strings ♪

♪ The rhythm is calling ♪

[Bret] And of course, there was Robert,
a known psychopath.

♪ Alone in the night
As the daylight brings… ♪

[Bret] The circumstances
of his own mother's death

were eerily similar
to those of Terry's fall.

From the moment I first looked in his eyes
at that matinee of The Shining…

I knew that he possessed the ability
and desire to commit unspeakable evil.

♪ The image has gone, only you and I ♪

♪ It means nothing to me ♪

[Bret] We all fantasized
about harming Terry.

♪ This means nothing to me ♪

[Bret] But only one of us was capable
of actually doing it.

♪ Oh, Vienna ♪

{\an8}[♪ eerie music playing]

[indistinct chattering on TV]

[exhales deeply]

[person grunts on TV]

[Terry] I know… I know he…
he pulled a hair out of your head.

It was barbaric.

But I am putting together this picture
that you, Polanski…

The dream team. It works.

You guys are a magical combination.

[Debbie] Get off the phone.

I'm just talking to Faye Dunaway.
Give me a minute.

f*ck Faye Dunaway.

I said get off the phone now.

This is important.

Faye, can I call you back?

Five minutes. Okay, bye.

-What?
-[door closes]

We suddenly find ourselves
in a bit of a pickle, Terry.

Why did you call me that?

-I'm Daddy.
-Not anymore.

Or should I say
I'm not Daddy's little girl anymore.

I always knew this day would come.

You're pregnant. That's okay.

-We can take care of it.
-I'm not pregnant.

I've been practicing the pull-out method
since I was 16.

No, no. Don't say that.

Don't talk to me like that.

I did not raise you to speak that way.

I've come across some information
about you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Think long and hard
about what I could possibly know.

What is the worst thing
I could find out about you?

Well…

At long last.

I always suspected.

And I finally found out.

What did you find out?

Are you threatening me?

Let it suffice to say
that some information has come

across my pink princess desk
that could absolutely be your downfall.

I could tell Mommy.

I could call the studio.

I could call the press,
but I've decided I won't.

If, starting today, you give me
exactly what I want, what I'm entitled to.

Stop it. Stop it right now.

Or what? You'll ground me?

Has it ever worked? I always snuck out.

[scoffs]

You know, I used to resent you so much
when you'd get mad at me.

Whenever I lost a contest
or a game of Monopoly,

you'd say to me, "Debbie,
you are just like your mother." [scoffs]

I knew that was code for loser.

I hated you for that.

But the truth is,
I'm more like you than her.

-I always have been.
-You are nothing like me.

Like you, Daddy, I'm a k*ller.

I inherited that quality from you.

I don't like my car.

I want a Ferrari.

I don't want to go to college.

I want to be a star.

And you will arrange a screen test for me

and get me that star-making part.

-Am I clear?
-You have no talent.

But I have information.

I am now aware of something
that Mommy could never prove.

Look into my eyes.

You know I finally know now.

This is just the beginning of a long list
of requests I'll be coming to you with.

Nice talk.

Good times.

What? What do you know?

Tell me right now!

Get your hands off me.

You wouldn't want to bruise
your shiniest trophy now, would you?

[scoffs]

I know.

I will tell.

It could all go up in a puff of smoke,

and that's your greatest fear, isn't it?

I can't tell you how wonderful it feels

to finally win.

To finally, in the end, get what I want.

[door opens]

[quiet chattering]

[♪ Pop music playing on speakers]

[Thom] How are you?

I'm late for tennis with Debbie.

What did you want to talk about?

I f*cked up.

I know that.

-I was too intense.
-You threatened me with a knife.

The same week our classmate's
severed head was found in a trophy case.

So I picked the wrong week
to threaten my girlfriend with a knife.

Thom, this isn't funny.

Is there a connection there, by the way?

Between your obsession with knives
and what happened to Matt?

My obsession with knives?

What are you talking about?

You're like a different person lately.

-I don't even know you.
-You don't know me?

I know you.

I know you're scared.

I know you need somebody to protect you.

It's what you said.

Kids are dying.

We're not safe in LA.
We're surrounded by very, very bad people.

Like Robert.

[inhales]

There's something seriously wrong
with him, don't you think?

No, Thom, I don't think.

Because I've never seen Robert
do anything half as disturbing

as threatening to slice his veins open
with a steak knife.

[♪ Intense music playing]

What's that?

I spoke to the school guidance counselor
about you.

She said it can be really hard
for teenagers these days

with all the pressures
of college applications and divorce.

And the stuff with your dad.

You spoke to somebody about my dad?

You should not have done that, Susan.
You really should not have done that.

-Do you understand me?
-That.

That is the look in your eyes that
makes me wonder what you're capable of.

I have so much to live for.

You.

Our family, our future.

You…

Thom, what the f*ck are you doing?

[whispers] Su…

Thom, I just… I need you to sit back down.

-Susan Marie Reynolds.
-Oh.

I want to protect you.

I… I…

-I want to marry you.
-[gasps]

I want to hold you in my arms
until you fall asleep.

And once you're asleep, I'll stay awake
and I'll hold you all night long.

That's the only way
that I can be sure that you'll be safe.

Um…

Thom, what are you doing on the ground?
Did Susan lose an earring?

We are late for tennis, and I have to stop
at home to change out my purse.

So let's go.

[Susan breathes shakily]

Think about it.

What the f*ck was that?

Thom reminding me why I broke up with him.

Oh, God, our boyfriends suck.

-Ex-boyfriend.
-Oh, whatever.

It's senior year.
There's no excuse not to have fun.

Especially the week of Halloween.
My favorite holiday.

[chuckles, sniffles] You're right,
we could all use a distraction,

but the police have basically canceled
everything because of The Trawler.

[Bret] Much to my relief,
The Trawler's gruesome acts

had finally permeated the psyche
of my friends.

…the like are gripped in terror as
a serial k*ller known as The Trawler

targets students at an elite prep school
in California's San Fernando Valley.

[Bret] I was no longer some crazy
Cassandra spewing hollow warnings.

Now everyone was afraid.

The Trawler m*rder spree
had become national news.

The k*ller's elevated
public profile seemed

to please and maybe even excite him.

It seemed he liked the attention and
soon started seeking it out more directly.

In a letter received by the editorial
board of the Los Angeles Times,

an individual who identified himself
as The Trawler

issued specific and credible threats.

"Now the disturbing communiqué promises to,
quote, "slaughter all the kiddies

in their costumes
going trick-or-treating."

[Bret] At that point,
I had repeatedly told the police

that the person responsible was Robert.

Why were they sitting
on the identity of The Trawler?

What strings had Robert's wealthy
and well-connected family pulled?

He had already gotten away
with m*rder once back in Chicago.

{\an8}I was determined now, more than ever,

{\an8}to not let him get away with it again.

I knew Robert's secret.

The problem was…

He also knew mine.

My plan was to confront him on Halloween.

This time I wouldn't be seduced
by his charm.

Or overwhelmed by my own desire.

We were all going to
a sort of safe house party,

but I knew none of us would be safe
until Robert Mallory

was out of our lives forever.

I'm pretty sure you can guess by now
who was throwing the party.

The cops can cancel
the West Hollywood Halloween parade,

but they can't stop me
from throwing a party.

This event will be the party
to end all parties, no expense spared.

Idea for a theme: Area 54.

What?

Like Studio 54, but in space.

Um, I think we need to watch the kitsch.
Okay, Susan?

Studio 54 has been over for, like, months.

This event needs to be elevated. Adult.

[groans] We're so late for tennis.

I bought out the whole day.

[chuckles] Or rather, my father did.

God, you've got your dad
wrapped around your little finger.

You have no idea.

We could show up whenever we want,
or not show up.

It's a sunk cost.

I can't carry a lavender purse
with my tennis whites, okay?

The club may allow Jews.
It does not allow that.

Liz?

[sighs]

Sometimes she naps here.
Says it's the only bed in this house

where Terry hasn't lied to her
with his body.

Liz, wake up.

Liz?

[screams]

[gasping, sobbing]

[screaming]

[♪ Calm music playing]

[door opens]

[exhales]

-[door closes]
-How is she?

Dr. Stone is with her now.

[sighs]

I've never seen her like that. Debbie.

Hysterical and then…

Deadly calm.

I-I tried…

I tried to comfort her, but she…

She just pushed me away.

My own daughter pushed me away.

I guess I deserve that.

Well, she's in good hands now.

[Liz] The, um…

The horse head?

Hmm, the police dusted for prints
and found nothing.

I cleaned up the mess.

Always do.

Steven, who could have done this?

Something cruel and so violent. [sniffles]

And how could someone just waltz
into our home without being seen?

Oh, Liz, the alarm wasn't even set.

Look, I didn't want to tell you this,
but the stable,

it was a nightmare.

-Spirit was stabbed repeatedly…
-No.

…decapitated, and his hooves are missing.

And again, no fingerprints
at the crime scene.

It seems personal, though, doesn't it?

-Strangely personal.
-Steven, can I tell you something?

Always.

All Terry has done for the past five years
is complain about that f*cking horse.

How much it cost to board,
the expense of it.

Are you saying Terry did this?

Do you have proof?

Steven, you know this about Terry.

Terry does things.

Bad things.

Terry always gets away with it.

[knocking at door]

-[door opens]
-Debbie's resting comfortably.

I gave her a shot of Darvon,
and she'll be sleeping until the morning.

[Steven] Thank you so much, Dr. Stone.

Let me walk you to the door.

Oh… Oh, wait, Dr. Stone, um… [sniffles]

Since you're here, can I speak with you?

Privately.

I'll leave you two to it.

Dr. Stone, the Klonopin
you prescribed me is defective.

[Dr. Stone] Defective?

Yes, it's a bad batch. It doesn't work.

I need a stronger prescription.

Liz, if the Klonopin isn't working,
it's because it worked too well too often.

You have to titrate off.

What are you so nervous about?

Tell me.

[inhales deeply]

Um…

My husband is a h*m*.

My daughter hates me.

[sniffles]

There's a serial k*ller
targeting the glamorous.

Can you give me a shot
of whatever you gave Debbie?

[director] Cut!

Mark, what happened?

-[exhales] You have five minutes.
-[Steven scoffs]

That sounds like a fair trade.

The prime of my life
for five minutes of yours.

Fine, ten. What do you want?

[lighter ignites]

What I want…

[♪ Intense music playing]

…is to be clear.

Things are changing between us
and quickly.

When you first met me
working as a coffee boy

at the Paramount Café,
I was fresh off the boat

from San Diego with nothing
but a can-do attitude

and a grand vision to take over this town.

You were taken by my impish promptness
as I fetched your order.

When you asked
if I would come work for you,

I reveled in the Hollywood dream
unfolding before my eyes.

But it stopped feeling like a dream
a long time ago.

-You want a raise?
-[scoffs]

I think after 12 years,
I should want more than a raise.

No.

I want to produce with you.

[chuckling]

-I'm sorry?
-I want to be your producing partner.

[Terry] Hmm. Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Listen, I'm gonna be honest with you.

All of this regalia:
the eyeliner, the hair, the clothes.

What do they call this look again?

-New Age.
-Right.

Steven, you look like
a prost*tute businesswoman on a spaceship.

[scoffs]

If you think I should bring you into
a room with Barry Diller or Lew Wasserman

looking like that, then you truly
have no idea how this town works.

And it runs much deeper than the clothes.

[scoffs] Look in the mirror,
Ms. Terrence Levi Schaffer.

You're not exactly
Clint Eastwood yourself.

And if I'm allowed to be honest,
you owe half of your success to me.

When was the last time
you even read a f*cking script?

I do all your coverage
and all your dirty work.

-Oh, you're no angel, toots.
-You know what I mean.

You're just a puppet
with my hand up your a*s.

You haven't opened
your own mouth in years.

All of your opinions on what's good,

what's bad, what's commercial,
who's pliable…

That's all me, baby.

You are still nothing more
than a coffee boy, Steven.

Don't push me.

[exhales] You are this close
to being fired. Do you realize that?

I want us to produce
Less Than Zero together.

[sighs] Liz keeps talking
about this movie.

Why is everyone so invested
in a script from a f*cking teenager?

It's a hit.

Trust me.

I'll make it easy on you.

You don't have to do a thing.

Just give me my shot.

One shot.

And if it fails, then you never have
to produce with me again.

Well, as tempting of a proposal
as that is,

the answer is no.

Oh, one more thing.

Pick up my pants from the dry cleaner's
before they close.

[exhales shakily]

[♪ "Bette Davis Eyes" playing]

Charles.

It's time for some more Bain de Soleil.

♪ Her hair is Harlow gold ♪

You can lift my suit and apply underneath.

♪ Her lips, sweet surprise ♪

The sun's rays can penetrate fabric.

♪ Her hands are never cold ♪

♪ She's got Bette Davis eyes ♪

Rub it in.

♪ She'll turn her music on you ♪

♪ You won't have to think twice ♪

[chuckles] Okay, that's enough fun
for you. Thank you, Charles.

♪ She's pure as New York snow… ♪

Who was that?

My tanning butler.

It's absurd I never had one before.

I can't believe your dad's letting you
get away with that.

Is it because of what happened to Spirit?

[chuckles]

I've learned, unfortunately,
at this young age,

that there's always a time you have
to let go of your childhood dreams.

My father also has
a newfound financial devotion to me

for reasons I'd rather not disclose
at this time.

♪ She'll let you take her home… ♪

I'm happy to see you. [chuckles]

We haven't been leisurely
in quite some time.

[Bret] Hmm.

Why is that?

[sighs] Um…

-I've just been busy.
-Oh.

People around us keep getting m*rder*d.

[laughs]

I'll give you that one.

♪ Until you come up blue ♪

♪ She's got Bette Davis eyes ♪

Come on, jump in!

[water splashes]

♪ She'll expose you when she snows you ♪

♪ Off your feet
With the crumbs she throws you ♪

♪ She's ferocious ♪

♪ And she knows just what it takes ♪

♪ To make a pro blush ♪

♪ All the boys thinks she's a spy ♪

Come here.

♪ She's got Bette Davis eyes… ♪

What's wrong?

Nothing.

-Nothing.
-[chuckles]

♪ All the better just to please you ♪

♪ She's precocious ♪

♪ And she knows just what… ♪

You're soft.

I'm f*cking fine.
You should be hard as a rock, Bret.

Well, I would be if you stopped
putting so much pressure on me.

It's hard to maintain an erection
while you're swimming.

It's just a scientific fact.

Are you seeing someone else?

Be honest with me.

[scoffs] I should break up with you.
I really should.

I love you.
You know how aroused you make me.

[laughs]

I don't know that.

I do know a lot of things.

What does that mean?

It means that…

I'm not holding back anymore.

I'm tired of being half a Debbie.

I'm ready to go all in.

And you have a choice to make.

Are you on my team or not?

You know I want to stay together.

Okay.

If that's the case,
then I'm going to enlist your help.

Prom is in seven months.

I'm gonna beat Susan and be prom queen,

and I'm gonna rely on your expertise
as a writer to run my campaign.

Daddy's gonna pay for it.

Trust me, Daddy's gonna pay.

And together, we will achieve victory.

I want this. Got it?

-Yeah. Okay. I got it.
-Mmm.

I also want you to f*ck me
every Friday and Saturday night,

and no more tummy splash.

You must finish inside me,

and I will inspect myself afterwards
to ensure that you did.

Got it?

[♪ Intense music playing]

Charles. Towel.

[Bret] In that moment,

I could feel the sweat drip down my face,

each bead full of shame and panic.

What did Debbie know?

And who told her?

[♪ "Total Control" playing]

[Bret] Unlike Debbie Schaffer,
Susan Reynolds was always a good girl.

She got all A's.

She was the first in our circle
to know what SPF is.

Her perfect facade was cracking
into brittle shards

two months into our senior year.

I observed this from afar,

and it hurt me deeply,
this newfound distance.

I'm so, so sorry.

No one should ever have to deal with that,
some f*cking horse head in a bed.

[Susan] Mmm.

Who do you think did it?

I don't know.

But I felt like I was living
in one of those horror movies

that Bret used to drag me to.

I don't even like those kinds of movies.

I like love stories.

[both laughing]

Me too.

[Bret] I used to be the one
that she poured her heart out to.

But not anymore.

Now she turned exclusively
to Robert Mallory.

[no audible dialogue]

[Bret] It wasn't until years later,
after all the death and tragedy,

that I learned how Robert had
wormed his way into her confidence.

Thom is just… He's not the same.

He's changed. He's…

Erratic.

Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Once when we were drunk, he told me,

"Susan, if I can't have you,
then nobody else can."

You're not a possession.

I know.

Yeah, and Bret is…

Bret's just…

He's different now.
I don't feel like I can trust him.

-Why not?
-[groans]

I don't know why I'm telling you this,
but… [sniffles]

…at the stables,
right before school started,

Bret said that Spirit was stupid.

[chuckles]

He hated that horse.

Like he was jealous?

Yeah.

[Bret] The web Robert Mallory weaved
around Susan,

I found out in time,

was based on a simple rule of manipulation
only a sociopath would know at 18.

Never demand.

Never push too hard.

Let them come to you.

Always let them come to you first.

Yeah.

-[Susan] Mmm?
-A little bit…

[both chuckle]

Susan, it pains me to say this,

but… I think you have to acknowledge
that you might have outgrown your friends.

But I love them.

People change, you know.

And this is the kind of time
when it starts to happen.

-Bret hates me. [chuckling] I know.
-[laughs] Yeah.

He's jealous or something.

And Thom and I have…

A complicated relationship.

Why is it complicated?

Because we're both in love
with the same girl.

We shouldn't rush into anything, you know?
We should be cool.

I know you don't want to hurt anyone,
and I don't either.

But the future is so bright.

It's right over the horizon,
waiting for us.

If we both want it.

[Bret] That fateful night,

before the most terrifying
event of her life occurred,

Susan Reynolds went to bed feeling
what she hadn't felt for months.

Peace.

[phone ringing]

[Bret] And then
that feeling of safety was shattered.

[ringing continues]

Hello. [inhales]

[person breathing heavily]

[♪ Eerie music playing]

[sighs]

[floor creaking]

[breathing shakily]

[door hinges squeaking]

[door slamming]

[screaming]

[grunts]

-[screams, gasps]
-[door thuds]

-[screaming]
-[doorknob rattling]

[hyperventilating]

-[screaming]
-[person] Let me in, let me in! Come on!

[doorknob rattling]

It's Thom!

Thom? [panting]

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

-It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
-[crying] No. No!

I was worried about you.

I was watching you from outside
and I saw him.

I saw him attacking you, so I broke in,
and I raced up and I fought him.

-I fought him off. Look, I fought him off.
-[panting]

What… What… What… What happened?

I pushed him.
I pushed him off the balcony.

[panting]

[unlocks door]

Where is he?

[♪ Eerie music playing]

I don't know.

[Susan inhales shakily]

[gulps]

[Bret] Debbie had somehow
persuaded her father

to throw her
the most epic Halloween party of all time.

The theme of the event was "Unmasked,"
which was ironic,

because by the end of the night,

many, if not all, of our secrets
were going to come out.

Debbie demanded
we all wear no masks and black tie.

So I rented one.

I remember the cavernous emptiness
of my house that afternoon.

It was the first time
since I was a little kid

that I remember missing my father.

My father used to tie my bow ties
for school dances.

It was a skill to this day
I have not mastered.

Standing there in my bedroom,

hours away from my first real
adult black-tie party,

I had never felt so old.

I had also never felt so vulnerable.

Trick-or-treating in sixth grade
with the g*ng

felt like a dream from a past life.

[doorbell rings]

[kids] Trick or treat!

[Bret] I was homesick for a time and place
that didn't exist anymore.

And would never exist again.

[♪ "Only a Lad" playing]

[partygoers chattering]

♪ Johnny was bad, even as a child
Everybody could tell ♪

♪ Everyone said if you don't get straight
You'll surely go to hell… ♪

The only thing I can't figure out

is how you got out
of that k*ller costume so fast.

How can you say that?

It wasn't me. I rescued you.

I know it was you, Thom.

And I haven't told anyone
because I have been trying to protect you.

Even now.

But, tonight, that all ends.

♪ He liked to burn things… ♪

I know it was you, Steven.

I know you're the one who videotaped me.

[clicks tongue] Trick or treat, dumpling.

What do you say to a quick dip
in the Jacuzzi out in the dojo?

Never say no to a hot tub.

I wanna say…

I'm sorry.

I know you loved that horse.

I understand what he meant to you.

And I promise that we will find out
who did that to him.

We all know Daddy did it.

Or his insurance company.

Daddy's much darker than you think.

I wanna say I'm sorry too.

I understand now
just how much you've gone through

over the years.

How difficult it must have been
keeping so many secrets.

[♪ Mysterious music playing]

[inhales]

Your hair's wet.

-Were you in the hot tub?
-Yeah.

It was all quite… enlightening.

Informative.

Let me help you.

I think we should talk…

About what happened between us.

What happened between us?

You know…

You came over.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

God. So cliché.

Straight guy pretends
that it never happened.

Okay, dude.

You were never in my bed
just like you were never at The Shining.

You're obsessed with me,
and I'm tired of it.

Who cares if I saw some movie a year ago?

I do, Robert.

-So did Katherine Latchford.
-Who?

The girl that you saw it with
and then m*rder*d.

I met your aunt. She told me.

My aunt? Auntie Abby?
She's a depressive alcoholic.

She asked to meet with me
and told me everything.

You were at The Shining that day.
She said you were dangerous.

She said that you were a f*cking psycho.

You know, everything that I ever suspected
about you, Robert, turned out to be true.

Everything.

You k*lled Katherine Latchford,
and Matt Kellner,

and your mom,
and probably many, many others.

My aunt barely has the coherence
to cash her alimony checks.

[Bret scoffs]

Listen. Look, Bret,

I have empathy for you.

You're struggling with your sexuality.

And from what I've read,
Death in Venice, among other things,

that's some really heavy sh*t.

I feel bad for you.

I really do.

You have to get over this little crush
that you have on me.

[Bret chuckles]

I hope you find somebody. Really, I do.

And now that I have Susan,
I know how important it is.

You know, love.

What are you talking about?

Susan and I are together.

She's with me.

Not Thom, not you.

Bullshit.

That's bullshit. That…

I won't let that happen.
You will not have Susan.

-I will die before I let that happen.
-Do you promise?

[scoffs]

You know what, Robert?
You should know, it's over.

You're done.

I have a meeting
with the detectives tomorrow

to tell them everything I know about you.

The Katherine Latchford story.

Everything.

Congratulations.

You're about to join Ted Bundy

in the handsome serial k*ller
hall of fame.

Let me go to the police
with you tomorrow, Bret.

There's some things
I'd like to share with them about you.

Get your hands off of me.

I called your father's place of work

to inquire about his mysterious
months-long disappearance.

-They're on vacation. You know that.
-Really?

'Cause they told me he never told them
he was going on vacation.

One day, he just didn't show up.

They presumed he quit.

Is he on a permanent getaway
with your mother in the basement, Bret?

Did you hack them to pieces

and store them down there
with the root vegetables?

Did you bury them in the backyard?
Did you k*ll them?

f*ck you! That's a lie.

[laughs] I think you're sick!

You're a sad, little novelist
with writer's block.

You're k*lling all these kids
and trying to frame it on me.

That way, you can write what you know.

Quite the bestseller in the making.
You can finish it in prison.

What's going on here?

Hey, babe.

I was just helping Bret with his bow tie.

Bret, can I talk to you for a minute?

No, that's okay, babe.
I think I'm all caught up.

Guys, hop to it. Oingo Boingo's
already started their second encore.

[♪ Mysterious music playing]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Fine.

What do you want?

[grunts, cries out]

[grunts]

[singer] ♪ I'm on the outside ♪

♪ I'm on the outside now ♪

♪ I'm on the outside ♪

♪ I'm on the outside now ♪

-Thank you, make some noise!
-[♪ song ends]

[partygoers cheering, applauding]

[chattering, laughing]

[♪ Intense music playing]

[partygoer screams]

[Bret] Susan and Robert were perhaps
the first teenagers in history

to have their first kiss interrupted
by a scream heralding an attempted m*rder.

[♪ Exciting music playing]

[Liz gasps] Oh, my God!

[Debbie gasps]

-Is he dead?
-[Steven] Looks that way.

Looks like he slipped.

Or crossed the wrong person.

[sobbing] Daddy. Daddy, can you breathe?

Please. Somebody call the police!

Do something!

Daddy, can you hear me? [crying]

[phone ringing in distance]

[officer] Wait here.

Did you get any candy?

What?

At the Halloween party.

I didn't see so much as a single M&M,
which was a total bummer.

-Did you?
-Do you think you're being funny?

I'm sick of your sociopathic act, Robert.

Terry Schaffer's on life support.
He could die.

-Let me guess. You think I pushed him.
-Yeah, I do.

Ever since you got to this town,
everything has gone sideways.

My theory?

Little birdie told me
Terry optioned your treatment.

Is that true?

Yeah. So?

What did you have to do
to get your big Hollywood break, Bret?

I'm guessing… dark things.

Things you regret.

Things you resent.

What time is your appointment?

Why?

No reason. [sighs]

I just hope I go first.

My evidence is indisputable.
You will be going away in handcuffs.

If you go first,
it's gonna be nothing more

than a giant waste of everybody's time.

I don't think so.

I think if I go first,
you'll be hauled off to jail,

and then, inevitably,
comes the death penalty.

-For what exactly?
-[Fregosi] You ready?

Yeah.

-Well, follow me.
-[both] Which one of us?

[chuckles]

Both.

Now.

[♪ Intense music playing]

[Bret] What I didn't know then was
that life was about to cleave

into a before and an after.

And not just my life or Robert's,

but all of us.

Sit.

-Officers, I have some information about...
-[Donaldson] Just a moment, kid.

We're gonna get to individual interviews
in just a minute.

[Fregosi] We've come into possession
of some evidence

pertaining to the murders
of Katherine Latchford,

Matt Kellner,
and the kidnapping of Rhonda Fox.

What… What sort of evidence?

[Fregosi] We believe
all these crimes are connected.

Committed by the same individual.

And that individual is, uh…

Is someone in this room.

I knew it.

[♪ "Our Lips Are Sealed" playing]

♪ Can you hear them?
They talk about us ♪

♪ Telling lies
Well, that's no surprise ♪

♪ Can you see them
See right through them? ♪

♪ They have no shield
No secrets to reveal ♪

♪ Doesn't matter what they say ♪

♪ In the jealous games people play
Hey-ey-ey ♪

[Bret] And that's when things…

♪ Our lips are sealed ♪

[Bret] …really got crazy.

♪ There's a weapon that we must use ♪

♪ In our defense, silence ♪

♪ When you look at them
Look right through them ♪

♪ That's when they'll disappear
That's when we'll be feared ♪

♪ Doesn't matter what they say ♪

♪ In the jealous games people play
Hey-ey-ey ♪

♪ Our lips are sealed ♪

♪ Pay no mind to what they say ♪

♪ Doesn't matter anyway, hey-ey-ey ♪

♪ Our lips are sealed ♪

♪ Hush, my darling ♪

♪ Don't you cry ♪

♪ Quiet, angel ♪

♪ Forget their lies ♪

♪ Can you hear them?
They talk about us ♪

♪ Telling lies
Well, that's no surprise ♪

♪ Can you see them
See right through them? ♪

♪ They have no shield
No secrets to reveal ♪

♪ Doesn't matter what they say ♪

♪ In the jealous games people play
Hey-ey-ey ♪

♪ Our lips are sealed ♪

♪ Pay no mind to what they say ♪

♪ Doesn't matter anyway, hey-ey-ey ♪

♪ Our lips are sealed ♪

♪ Our lips are sealed ♪

♪ Oh, our lips are sealed ♪