The Bombshell Butcher (2025) Movie Script
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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 fuck is wrong with
you, ma'am? Please go away.
What is your problem?
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(door opens)
(door closes)
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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 bitch!
(door creaks)
(sighs)
(door closes)
Morning.
It sure is.
Did you get that sex
article written last night?
It's too early for this shit, Jeff. I
don't want to talk about it.
Well, inquiring minds
want to know, you know.
Inquiring minds can shut the
fuck up till I've had my coffee.
Damn. Okay.
Let's get this shit 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 ass 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 fucking 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 fucking scared, Brooke.
Scared of what?
I'm scared of fucking it
up. It's fucking 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 ass 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 shit and we're going out.
Okay?
Shit. 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 fuck 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.
Shit!
You motherfucker.
You're done
What the fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 shit.
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 murder
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 murder 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 murder 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
murder 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 fucking 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, shit.
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 murder. 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)
Shit.
(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.
(sighs)
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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 murder 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 murder weapon was a butcher
knife, but we're not sure.
Shit.
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 killed 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 fucking blows.
Yeah. I thought maybe with this murder
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. Murdered.
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 murder.
Yeah, sure. No problem.
Keep up the good work.
Nose to the grindstone, Candace.
Yup.
That fucking 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 fucking tell me to calm down, Jeff.
Sorry.
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Whoa! What the fuck?
Who the hell are you?
Wouldn't you like to know? Listen to me.
You're gonna start the fucking car,
drive, before I blow your goddamn brains
all over this fucking windshield. Got it?
Okay, alright. Just don't kill me.
Start the fucking car!
Alright, alright.
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(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!
Fuck, 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
rape those drug women?
Dave White, the rapist.
(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 fuck?
(sigh)
(grunting)
What are you doing?
Oh, wait!
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
You fuck!
How does it feel to be on the other end?
Naked.
Helpless.
Not knowing what's
gonna happen to you next.
Is she gonna kill me, or just rape 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 murder.
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 killing three people?
Well, you're acting awfully defensive.
Maybe you did have
something to do with it.
What? I'm fucking 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
killer schedule for dinner?
I'll let you kill 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 bitch.
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 fucking landlord
doesn't bother me again.
What's up with your landlord?
She's been up my ass 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 fucking 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,
killing 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 murder 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 fucked 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 fucking killed 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 murder investigation,
and I didn't wanna be seen as a killer.
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 fucking dead.
What?
What the fuck?
What happened to him?
The butcher got him.
Who the fuck is the butcher?
That's what we're
calling the killer in town.
She's the bombshell butcher.
Candace, you need to tell
me what the fuck is going on.
It's a complicated mess right now.
Okay, yeah, I'm sorry.
Holy shit, are you
killing these people, Candace?
Are you the fucking butcher?
Oh my God.
No, Brooke!
How many people have you killed, Candace?
No, Brooke, stop, I'm not killing anyone.
Jesus, I gotta go, I'll call you later.
Fuck!
(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 fucking 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 fucking 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 killing 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 kill 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 killing,
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 fuck?
You told me to keep killing people, Ed.
You think this one
will keep your numbers up?
Holy shit, you're out of your mind.
Am I?
Am I, Ed?
You know what I think?
I think you're an asshole.
You have no fucking clue how long
I've wanted to murder you.
What do you want, Candy?
Candace, Candace.
I wanna see your insides on the outside.
(grunts)
(candy crunches)
Fuck.
(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)
(MUSIC)
(music)
(music)
(music)
Hey, there she is.
Sorry I'm late. It's been a day.
What happened, Kara?
I got her into the restroom.
(music)
Um, hello?
Hello? Can I help you?
Do you need toilet paper or something?
What the fuck is wrong with
you, ma'am? Please go away.
What is your problem?
(music)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(door closes)
(music)
(music)
(music)
(music)
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 bitch!
(door creaks)
(sighs)
(door closes)
Morning.
It sure is.
Did you get that sex
article written last night?
It's too early for this shit, Jeff. I
don't want to talk about it.
Well, inquiring minds
want to know, you know.
Inquiring minds can shut the
fuck up till I've had my coffee.
Damn. Okay.
Let's get this shit 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 ass 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 fucking story.
And don't forget I'm leaving early today
to get my friend from the airport.
Noted. Enjoy your weekend, Candi.
(music)
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
(music)
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 fucking scared, Brooke.
Scared of what?
I'm scared of fucking it
up. It's fucking 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 ass 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 shit and we're going out.
Okay?
Shit. 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 fuck 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.
Shit!
You motherfucker.
You're done
What the fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 shit.
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 murder
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 murder 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 murder 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
murder 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.
(music)
Can I get a screwdriver?
Got a tall face.
(music)
(music)
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 fucking 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, shit.
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 murder. 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)
Shit.
(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.
(sighs)
(music)
Good morning. Hope you weren't up too
late with the bathtub guy.
Lots of paperwork. I thought that's
typical for a murder 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 murder weapon was a butcher
knife, but we're not sure.
Shit.
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 killed 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 fucking blows.
Yeah. I thought maybe with this murder
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. Murdered.
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 murder.
Yeah, sure. No problem.
Keep up the good work.
Nose to the grindstone, Candace.
Yup.
That fucking 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 fucking tell me to calm down, Jeff.
Sorry.
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music) (eerie music)
Whoa! What the fuck?
Who the hell are you?
Wouldn't you like to know? Listen to me.
You're gonna start the fucking car,
drive, before I blow your goddamn brains
all over this fucking windshield. Got it?
Okay, alright. Just don't kill me.
Start the fucking car!
Alright, alright.
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
Turn around.
(eerie music)
(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!
Fuck, 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
rape those drug women?
Dave White, the rapist.
(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 fuck?
(sigh)
(grunting)
What are you doing?
Oh, wait!
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
You fuck!
How does it feel to be on the other end?
Naked.
Helpless.
Not knowing what's
gonna happen to you next.
Is she gonna kill me, or just rape 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)
(dramatic music) (screams)
(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 murder.
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 killing three people?
Well, you're acting awfully defensive.
Maybe you did have
something to do with it.
What? I'm fucking 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
killer schedule for dinner?
I'll let you kill 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 bitch.
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 fucking landlord
doesn't bother me again.
What's up with your landlord?
She's been up my ass 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 fucking 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,
killing 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 murder 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 fucked 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 fucking killed 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 murder investigation,
and I didn't wanna be seen as a killer.
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 fucking dead.
What?
What the fuck?
What happened to him?
The butcher got him.
Who the fuck is the butcher?
That's what we're
calling the killer in town.
She's the bombshell butcher.
Candace, you need to tell
me what the fuck is going on.
It's a complicated mess right now.
Okay, yeah, I'm sorry.
Holy shit, are you
killing these people, Candace?
Are you the fucking butcher?
Oh my God.
No, Brooke!
How many people have you killed, Candace?
No, Brooke, stop, I'm not killing anyone.
Jesus, I gotta go, I'll call you later.
Fuck!
(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 fucking 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 fucking 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 killing 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 kill 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 killing,
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 fuck?
You told me to keep killing people, Ed.
You think this one
will keep your numbers up?
Holy shit, you're out of your mind.
Am I?
Am I, Ed?
You know what I think?
I think you're an asshole.
You have no fucking clue how long
I've wanted to murder you.
What do you want, Candy?
Candace, Candace.
I wanna see your insides on the outside.
(grunts)
(candy crunches)
Fuck.
(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)