The Troll Hunter (2024) Movie Script
(Soft Music)
You guys didn't even
say "Dead Girl Walking"
like they do in the movies.
Okay, so you're fucking lame.
I don't know if you guys have seen the
news, but I've got somewhere pretty
important to be at midnight.
So I hope this isn't
going to take too long.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
(Silence)
Do you think she'll tell
us what we want to know?
She's got no reason not to.
Yeah, well she's got no
incentive to help us either.
I don't know. It was her idea to do this.
She wanted to do this. Tonight of all
nights. I don't know.
She's probably just messing with us.
I'll tell you one thing. I didn't work
with Department of Corrections all last
month, cutting through all
this red tape to get nothing.
That psycho's going to tell us something.
Is Russell coming tonight?
He said he can't make it.
Well, I hope it was something important.
We could really use him.
Tonight is our last chance.
Assuming, of course, the governor doesn't
call within the next couple of hours.
In an election year? In this state?
Yeah, right.
Alright, let's do this.
Let's stick to our plan.
Alright.
You can go.
(footsteps)
Amelia Marie Singleton.
Friends call me Mia. The prison calls me
inmate number 278965.
I'll just stick with Mia.
I'm Detective Andrea Cooper.
This is Detective JT Phillips. We've been
assigned to follow up on this case.
What exactly are you following up on?
I pled guilty. The case is closed.
We still have some questions.
Well, I have a question.
Where'd you get that tie?
Did you lose a bet or something?
You agreed to talk to us. Doing it
tonight was your idea.
We agreed to all of your conditions.
No guards in the room,
no handcuffs, everything.
Maybe I'm regretting that now.
Especially getting this little guy.
This is an official
procedure. This has to be recorded.
And after reading your
statement at sentencing,
I don't think you've
ever regretted anything.
Hilarious.
What's that? My resume?
That's one way of looking at it.
The official term would be evidence.
Evidence that's going to put that needle in
your arm in a couple of hours.
Unless...
Unless what?
Nothing can stop that now.
I withdrew my clemency applications and
fired my ultra-high-powered
taxpayer-supplied
public defender attorney.
It doesn't have to be that way.
We know that anti-death
penalty advocates in the state
have already filed for emergency
injunctions to get you a stay.
If a judge hears that you've
told us what we want to know.
Really? Oh, golly gee,
maybe there's hope after all.
Listen, good cop, bad
cop, doesn't work on me.
So, since we're short on time,
let's just move on to the.
Kinect Interrogation Method
and get that one over with too.
Been studying your police methods, huh?
All there is to read in the prison
library. Since my arrest,
they don't let me have
access to the computer
to research anything
actually interesting.
Like how to track down people who make
comments on the internet. Trolls!
I track down trolls.
People I'm rather okay with.
Even cops?
Ugh. You're just doing your job.
A bad one, but it's just your job.
If we're so bad at our jobs...
(knocking on the door)
So you're the one who gets three knocks
when the boss wants to talk to you.
Russell, I didn't think you were coming.
Yeah, well, you know,
figured one more missed
ballgame wouldn't make a difference.
Maybe, I'll buy him a nicer car when he
turns 16 to make it up to him.
So, question. Why are
you two arguing with her?
What's that going to accomplish?
Well, JT and I decided that
based on the time constraint,
we would just come right at her.
How's that working out so
far? She seems pretty defiant.
We have a plan.
Yeah, I can see that.
So far, it's one fucked up plan.
Plus, she's seeing right through your
academy by the book techniques.
It won't work. This
one's too smart for that.
Yeah, well, what should we
do? The clock is ticking here.
Stop treating it like an interrogation.
It is an interrogation, Russell.
No, it isn't. Treat it
like an initial interview.
We're after information
here, not a confession.
She's already done that. Mostly.
What we want is to get her
talking, keep her talking.
Yeah, well, what if she doesn't tell us
what we came here for?
We know that she doesn't have the
tech-savvy or skills to have pulled all
of this off all by herself.
Worse, she knows that we know that.
She's not just going to give up this
mystery accomplice to you willingly.
She didn't do it when she was arrested.
She didn't do it when she was sentenced.
She's not going to do
it now, not willingly.
What are we doing here, then?
Besides wasting our time and
alienating you from your son?
The more she tells us about
what she did and how she did it,
the more we have a chance to figure out
who helped her to do it.
We take everything that
she says here tonight,
and we give that information to the
profilers, the forensic psychologists.
They do their job.
Something that might seem trivial to us.
Something we don't even notice.
That might be the key piece of the puzzle
that tells us who helped her.
Alright, so how do we do that?
She's a diva.
She thinks she's a
serial killer superstar.
She wants to be one of the big names.
She wants to be up there
with Bundy, Dahmer, Son of Sam.
Appeal to her ego.
She's got a massive ego.
You get her talking?
See if that ego will keep her talking.
Alright, well, where do we start?
Where else?
The beginning.
So it's your turn to
get chewed out by the boss?
I know you'll be disappointed to hear,
but he's not here tonight.
Turns out he had more important things to
do, and they didn't concern you.
No, he's here.
Should I be flattered?
(knocking on door)
Four knocks.
Must be your turn.
Let's start over.
Oh, I wouldn't even if I could.
I meant for tonight.
I know, I just have a
flare for the dramatic.
Tell me about Bryce Matthews.
Is he the one that used
the Excaliber357 handle?
Excaliber spelled
with an E instead of a U.
Yes.
Oh, he was a troll.
Simple as that?
Simple as that.
There are tons of them on the internet.
You weren't the first
influencer to get trolled.
I wasn't an influencer, I was an artist.
I thought you were a
singer and a musician.
Singers and musicians are artists, if
they're doing it right.
So, artists kill people.
You're boring me.
I've been through this with all the other
detectives, prosecutors,
psychologists, on and on.
Killing people is
wrong, and I'm very sorry.
Happy now?
What made him so special
that he got to be first?
(dramatic music)
He was the first that I found.
And I did it.
All by myself.
No one helped me.
What happened when you
found out who he was?
I then found his online dating profile.
Big surprise. He was holding a fish.
So predictable. They're
always holding a stupid fish.
How'd you get him to respond to you?
That was the easiest part.
I asked him for a dick pic.
And he sent you one?
And I asked him to see it in person.
And he went for that, I take it.
Yeah.
The bastard
actually bought me dinner.
It's amazing what trolls will do when
they think they're about to get laid.
What happened after you had dinner?
We walked back to his place.
Why not take his car?
The loser didn't have one.
Were you going to sleep with him?
Oh, my plan was to
never let it get that far.
So, this is your house?
Sort of, its my parents, but I have
my own room in the basement.
Living in the basement?
Isn't that kind of a
stereotype for guys your age?
Sort of, but it's a lot
better than you would think.
All I have to do is keep the
grass cut, take out the trash,
and I can pretty much
do whatever it is I want.
Are they home now?
No, they're on a cruise, actually.
Interesting.
I mean, they'll be
gone for like four days.
Could we go inside?
Yeah, of course.
You promised me a live showing. Remember?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music) (gunshots)
(dramatic music)
Parents found him four
days later after they got home.
Lying on the living room
floor, four gunshot wounds,
and blood everywhere.
Damn, she has no emotion.
Wrong.
She has one.
Rage.
She's full of rage.
What else were you able
to dig up about her past,
you know, before?
Not much.
I mean, she was online, singing songs,
writing her own music.
Here, this is one.
Hi guys, welcome back to my channel.
Today is a super special day
because it is my best
friend in the world,
Diana Crenshaw's birthday.
Come on, Diana.
No.
Yes, come here.
Come here, I wanna
wish you a happy birthday.
You guys want me to say
happy birthday to her, right?
Right?
(singing) Happy birthday to you
(singing) Happy birthday to you
(singing) Happy birthday dear Diana
(singing) Happy birthday to you.
Oh, I love you.
I love you.
That's her and a friend.
No, no, no, no.
Before that, growing up.
Oh.
Yeah, I mean, her dad's normal.
Family's normal.
Dad's a manager of a
big construction company.
Her mom works with
adults with disabilities.
Dad's a deacon in the church.
Her Mom's won humanitarian awards.
I'm guessing they don't
come visit her very often.
From the prison visitor log, not once.
Are they coming tonight?
Not on the list.
Can't say that I blame them.
I think it's about time
you got back in the game.
Just try not to be,
you know, so much like...
You?
Okay, detective?
(footsteps)
So, what did I miss?
Oh, please, like you weren't listening
on the other side of that wall.
Mia was just telling me
what it's like to kill someone.
You know, as you do.
And how'd it feel?
You know what I thought when
I shot him for the first time?
That I wanted to do it again.
You know what I thought when
I shot him the second time?
I liked it.
I really liked it.
Was it supposed to
end with the first one,
or were you planning
to do others all along?
I always knew that I wanted
to rid the world of trolls.
You know, every single
one of those twisted,
miserable people, but it
wasn't until the first one
that I knew that I could.
So that's why you decided
to go after Danny Carmichael?
Who?
Beadiest2000.
Yeah.
I thought that I would like it.
And I did.
What did he say to piss you off?
Enough to wanna kill him?
(dramatic music)
Why not just shoot him too?
Why try something different?
I'm an artist.
You said that you were a music artist.
I decided to change mediums.
Murder is so avant garde, don't you think?
How'd you figure out that.
Beadiest2000 was Danny Carmichael?
With my advanced computer skills
that I learned all on my own.
I wanna know the how.
I know what you're asking.
The cops asked me.
The DA asked me.
My psychologist asked me. Boring.
You don't wanna tell us
the technical stuff. We get it.
At least I do.
What we really wanna
learn is what turns someone
making videos, getting
tons of views into...
You.
Do you take what you do,
seriously, you know, your job?
I'm in this prison talking to you.
Do you enjoy it when people on the
internet trash cops?
Would it justify murder if it does?
I never tried to justify
anything about what I did.
That's all you've done.
I'm an artist, they're
trolls, blah, blah, blah.
Tell us about Danny Carmichael.
Did you know he was diabetic?
The autopsy told us that.
Well, I had a better way to find out.
Do you know what an anagram is?
An amagram?
Yes, we all know what an anagram is.
Well, if you liked
anagrams, you would know that.
Beadiest is an anagram for diabetes,
which was super
helpful to know in advance.
How many more years of
nursing school do you have left?
Depends how much
financial aid I qualify for.
But let's not talk about
me, let's talk about you.
Why aren't you
drinking the wine I brought?
It's the best, it comes in a big box.
Yeah, I don't drink alcohol much.
Why not?
You're religious, or you
have a history of alcoholism
in your family, right?
I'm diabetic.
Oh, I never would have guessed.
Well, it's not exactly a condition
you can see from the outside.
And if I drink any more of that wine,
it'll probably make me go blind or my
foot will fall off.
In fact, I need to give
myself an insulin injection
right about now, or else I'm not gonna
have a fun time tonight.
Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we?
Could I give you your injection?
I don't know.
Please, we've been
learning how to administer shots
in school, I'm like the best, please.
Okay, okay.
If you do it exactly like I tell you.
I promise.
All right, I've got a
syringe ready to go.
I always do in case I
need to do it in a hurry.
Now you have to stick
into my triceps, right?
I know exactly where to put it.
Close your eyes.
No way.
Come on, the oranges that I practice on
don't exactly stare back.
Forget it.
I'll be really careful, I promise.
Okay, but you have to be very careful.
Relax, close your eyes.
All done.
That wasn't so bad.
See, you had nothing to be afraid of.
Oh no, I feel weird.
I think I'm having an insulin overdose.
No.
Gosh, probably because
I gave you four times
the amount of your normal dose.
That must be what's happening, right?
It is an insulin.
I need some juice.
(dramatic music)
Wanna know how I
killed Riderman1968?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
Hello.
Hi. Did you request a ride through our app?
I did, I did.
All right, are you Nadia Werschan?
Nadia Werschan, that's me.
All right, well, so, just so
you know, we got a new rule.
Our company wants us
to start checking IDs.
It's for our safety, you know and stuff.
Totally get it.
Cool.
All right, one second
here, let's just take a picture of that.
All right, you're good.
Thanks a bunch.
All right, so we're going
to 1804 Hamilton Avenue?
1804 Hamilton Avenue, yep.
All right, go ahead and get us going.
All right, so what's going
on at 1804 Hamilton Avenue
at this time of night?
Like, you know, not
much, just a little party.
Some of my friends are throwing.
So, are you being
fashionably late or, I mean,
is this thing getting
off to a late start?
Oh, late start, late start.
My friend works in retail at the mall,
so we had to wait until
she gets off of work.
Okay.
Right on.
That's cool.
Is it like a big party or is it like a
more intimate affair?
Oh yeah, hopefully big.
If a party isn't big,
what's the point, you know?
Well, I mean, go big or go home, right?
Exactly.
You should come too.
When did you get off work?
Actually, let me check.
You are my last stop.
Oh, well then you have to come.
I don't know, it's
been kind of a long day.
No excuses.
You're off work, you already told me.
I'll introduce you to
everybody, it'll be fun.
All right, I think you convinced me.
But you know what, I
can't really stay a long time.
I just wanna chill out, you know, so.
Once you get there, you
might not want to leave.
(dramatic music)
Well, sounds good.
Yeah, there we go, 1804 Hamilton Avenue.
Here we are.
Awesome, thank you so much.
It's...
This is the party house?
I mean, it looks like no one's home.
Are you sure it's the right place?
Yeah, this place is perfect.
Die you miserable fucking asshole.
Oh? What? You don't have
much to say now do you?
Pathetic piece of shit.
Fucking troll.
(choking and gasping)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
You know we found the phone.
That's when you became a suspect.
Nadia Werschan became a
suspect, I did that on purpose.
You had no idea who I was.
Cell phones leave a trail.
You didn't think we'd
catch you eventually?
You didn't catch me.
(phone ringing)
Cooper.
So, been a cop long?
Thanks, let me know when you have more.
Good news, Mia. That
was Pardons and Parole.
They're having an emergency
session to consider your case.
How is that good news?
They can commute your
sentence to life, Mia.
They can keep the needle out of your arm.
They're wasting their time.
They're trying to help you.
I didn't ask for their help.
Dying doesn't scare you?
I died years ago.
Is that because your boyfriend left you?
Is that why you did all of this?
Yep, you got me.
It's because of a man.
He left me and I just
couldn't live with myself anymore.
Why didn't you go after the boyfriend?
He's the one that dumped you, right?
Trolls die, but he gets to live?
I thought about it.
I really thought about it.
But he was a pussy, not a troll.
He deserved to live with what he did.
Yeah, I had a boyfriend.
I had an online video channel,
one that made me a ton of money,
more money than anyone in my high school.
I had social media, all of it.
I had a line of merch.
I had fans.
People would take selfies with me.
I think I need to take
a break. Are you sure?
There's not a lot of time.
Look, I promise I'm not going anywhere,
Not until they come to get me for showtime.
My only other option was to sit in a cell
and talk to a priest about my soul.
Talking to you is
slightly more entertaining.
But, it's fucking close.
I really think we were
starting to break her down there.
It's probably why she
wanted to take a break.
What did Pardons and.
Parole have to say?
Citizens Against Capital Punishment
and several church groups put in
petitions on her behalf.
They say they're looking at them.
Yeah, but even if they
just recommend a stay,
the governor could still override that.
We'd really need a court
to step in to have a shot.
The Ninth Circuit
would have jurisdiction.
What judge would we get?
All right, hang on a sec.
That would be Clemens.
Clemens.
He's issued stays before.
Yeah, I think the last one was
during the Carter administration.
Well, do we have a
connection to his clerk?
Maybe they could keep us in the loop.
I know his clerk.
I'll give him a call.
See if they've had any motions filed.
With all the press of
the Troll Hunter case,
I'm willing to bet that they have.
In the meantime, we proceed as if this is
all the time we have left.
All the time she has left.
How does someone like her...
Have you seen some of the things
these trolls have said about her?
You're not justifying what she did.
She killed seven people.
Premeditated, first-degree murder.
Of course not.
Nobody could justify that.
But still, they dated for five years.
He ghosts her, and then he
dumps her with a text message.
All because his bros tease him a little.
My ex-wife served me divorce papers
at my son's eighth birthday.
I didn't go on a killing spree.
You sure pick odd
things to brag about, JT.
What's the game plan for
when you get back in there?
Well, like you said, keep her talking.
Should we go after
boyfriend angle a little?
No.
She'd probably just shut down again.
Besides, we're not
looking for information
about her adventures in
the world of unrequited love.
We want to know about her crimes.
See if you can move
on to the next victim.
See if there's anything there.
Time's getting short.
I think break time's over.
Whether she likes it or not.
Okay.
So let's talk about Stephen Reese.
Let me guess.
Your boss told you to come in here
and stop asking about my
pussy of an ex-boyfriend
and to move on to the next troll I killed.
Well, if he's so curious,
why doesn't he come in
here and ask me himself?
Hey, we've gotta earn our paychecks too.
Got student loans to pay off?
Tell us about Stephen Reese.
I don't know who that is.
RoofyMaster43.
You have to remember that
these aren't real people to me.
These aren't names.
Human beings have names, not trolls.
How'd you track him down?
Another anagram?
He was proof that
Karma is real.
So Karma demanded he be killed?
Yes.
You never answered my question.
How'd you find him?
Another anagram?
For the record and
for your boss's benefit?
I was able, to all by myself,
figure out a lot about
how the internet works.
Especially the dark web.
When everything that you have,
everything that you've worked towards
has been taken away from you,
you find yourself with a lot of free time.
And for me, that was time for learning.
It was like my own personal
80s movie training montage
and once you learn
some basic hacking skills,
you can find just about
anything about anyone.
Like how many citizen
complaints a police
detective has. Fourteen.
And once you've found them, then what?
Then, a few messages to social media,
request a dick pic, out to dinner,
and back to his place.
Trolls are very predictable.
I love how you've decorated the place.
Thanks.
Yeah, sorry, I don't have any wine.
The only alcoholic
beverage is this Romulan ale,
I picked up at my last sci-fi convention.
Well, that sounds perfect.
This is good.
I think I've had this before.
Really?
Yeah.
My friend dragged
me to a convention once.
Dragged?
I think they're fun.
Yeah, well, I'm told
that I had a great time.
What does that mean?
Oh, I got so trashed on these,
I couldn't remember a thing.
Do you have any more of this?
Yeah, sure.
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
Here you go. Thanks.
A toast to Nerdy Chic.
To Nerdy Chic.
Did you put something in this?
No, I wouldn't do that.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I would never.
You don't have to spike
my drink to get lucky,
you're probably gonna
get some tonight anyways.
But try yours.
Oh, you can't tell from a sip like that.
Take a good drink.
Doesn't it taste salty?
It does taste a little salty.
Try some more.
(gurgles)
What's happening?
You've been roofied, idiot.
Well, actually you've
had about three roofies
plus some special ingredients.
Yeah, you're not gonna be
saying much for the time being,
which is perfect,
because I get to do all the talking,
because when you speak, it makes me sick.
Well, the effects won't last long,
so let's get to it, shall we?
Can you tell me what
you meant when you said,
"I hope she knows how to suck dick
because her singing
is a total waste of a mouth."
(laughs)
Right, you're
comically paralyzed, I forgot.
Okay, first of all,
my singing is amazing.
And second of all, I
wouldn't suck your dick
if it was made of chocolate cheesecake,
but I'm guessing that getting laid
is the least of your worries right now.
Well, this is a nice shirt.
Let me guess, it's the
only one that you have
that doesn't have a superhero emblem
or nacho cheese stains on it.
(laughs)
Shh.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna
use this knife to kill you.
No, like you, this
knife is a little too dull.
No, Slashley, is more like a paintbrush,
a big, pointy paintbrush.
And you, you get to be the canvas.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, you're
gonna make me mess it up.
This is art, this is important.
(soft music) (carving sounds)
There, it came out a
little messy, but it'll do.
What's that?
Mercy? You want me to show you mercy?
Oh, I would have loved
for you to show me some mercy
after that first comment, but instead,
you decided to follow up with,
if I got her alone, instead of singing,
she'd be calling my name over and over
once I got her bent over good.
So, it's like we've
gotten a little off track here.
Like I said, I'm not gonna
kill you with this knife.
So, I'll put it away.
No, Stabitha's the one,
I'm going to kill you with.
(soft music) (speaking French) Viola.
(speaking French) C'est magnifique.
So, is that what your
boss wanted to know?
I have a question.
So do I, but you first.
Cops, always so
polite and well-mannered.
The medical examiner's
report said that this knife
could not have gone in more perfectly.
The angle that you put the knife in
between the two ribs
was perfect.
I don't hear a question anywhere.
Who taught you how to stab a human being
to death like this?
The Girl Scouts.
Very thorough
education, making s'mores, tying
knots, stabbing with a
stiletto, selling cookies.
Special forces,
soldiers in our army today
couldn't pull that off.
So, you wanna know where I learned it?
Yes.
Subliminal messages
in heavy metal music.
Violent video games?
Athletes that kneel
for the national anthem.
No.
Drag queens that do
story time at the library.
Ugh, such a bad example.
You're turn.
These trolls, how did
they not recognize you?
Change your hair a little, a little makeup,
you'd be surprised.
Oh, come on.
How's that possible?
All Superman did was
put on a pair of glasses.
Get real.
You made videos, right?
They made comments.
They had to have known.
They saw videos.
They didn't see me.
I just can't believe that.
Trolls see only what they want to see.
And what do they wanna see Mia?
Mostly tits and ass.
After that, they only
wanna see one thing.
What's that?
A victim?
I'll be their enemy.
I'll be their killer.
But I will not be their victim.
What about the knife?
What about it?
Where did you get it?
I think it was at Knives R Us.
I had to drive all the way across town
since you know they closed The Knife Hut.
That blade was seven inches long.
So, I don't care if you
drove to The Knife Hut.
To Knives R Us.
Anywhere else that
legally sells these stilettos.
You couldn't buy it.
It was the prize
in my morning cereal box.
Strawberry Troll-O's.
You don't have the background
to be able to use a knife this precisely.
And yet, that troll is dead.
So, what's
your point?
If I do an internet search,
if I go on the dark web,
there is nothing about
how to pull this off.
You don't find anything
about how to use a stiletto
in this exact perfect motion.
Okay.
I was trained by the.
United States government.
I was a member of SEAL Team Six.
I killed Osama bin Laden.
There, I said it.
Another thing that really confuses me.
Any chance I'll get a
straight answer from you?
Well, there's always a chance.
The internet is worldwide.
So, I noticed.
I had trolls in this country.
Canada, France, Poland, India, Russia.
How is it that all of these people,
Trolls. How is it
that all of these trolls
were within easy driving distance to you?
Well, I had some money in the bank.
I could have hopped
on a plane to Lagos,
but then
But you would have
gone through your money too quickly.
Hey, look at you.
You got one.
So, I decided to
stick to the local forums
where they were posting their shit.
Way more cost effective.
What the hell is that?
Last meal.
Really?
I didn't think they still did that.
They do in this state.
Last meal?
Yep.
I didn't think they still did that.
Apparently, they do in this state.
What did she request?
Twelve fried shrimp,
A bucket of fried chicken,
french fries, a pound of
strawberries, and a diet soda.
Okay, that's weird.
Russell said she's trying to
be a serial killer superstar
and she's acting like one.
One of the biggest.
What are you talking about?
That was John Wayne Gacy's final meal.
Okay, that's even more
weird that you know that.
I used to read tons of crime
books when I was in college.
I had to get my hands on
every single one of them.
It's how I became a cop.
It's why I really
wanted to become a
detective. (Phone ringing)
Davis.
Okay.
Well, that's how it is then.
Thanks for calling.
As expected,
Judge Clemens has
decided not to grant a stay,
citing no case for
reversible error by the trial judge.
If she wasn't a young female,
he would not have even reviewed it.
Disappointing.
Not surprising, but disappointing.
We still have a chance
with the Pardons and Parole Board
and the governor.
(phone ringing)
It's Pardons and Parole.
Cooper here.
So that's official?
Okay, make sure the governor gets that
paperwork right away
because we're running out of time.
Okay, thanks.
Unanimous recommendation for a stay
in order to review psychiatric reports.
Do we tell her?
I think we have to.
Tell her.
After that last little session,
it might make her think we're
back on her side a little bit.
Plus with a belly
full of her favorite food,
it might put her in a happy place.
When do we go back in?
Well, lethal injection
is scheduled for midnight.
They'll come get her right at 1130.
Corrections guys are always very punctual
about that kind of thing.
So I'm thinking... now.
Yep.
Let's go.
Chicken?
All right, but you're missing out.
I specifically requested all dark meat,
but they messd it up.
Probably because they
went through the drive-thru.
They always mess it up
if they go through the drive-thru.
Okay, I'm done.
Can we get the guard
with all the personality
to come in and take it away?
(tray scraping)
I'll be sure you get yourself a good tip.
Couldn't eat it all.
Besides it goes right to my thighs.
So what's the boss wanna talk about now?
Actually, we have good news.
The Pardons and Parole
board have recommended a stay.
How is that good news?
I would think that would be obvious.
It's obvious that this whole process
is a waste of time, a waste of effort.
So, think it was about the time
where you both try to play good cop.
Only question is, when is your boss
gonna come in here and play the bad cop?
You give us too much credit.
We're only here to try to
understand what happened
and why it happened.
I wanna know who helped you.
(scoffs)
Um, tell us about Kevin Flannery.
Rifleman 80.
He's the one that I
wanted to kill first.
Why is that?
Are you familiar with the
website called she does porn.com?
Who am I kidding?
Look at you, of course you do.
Enlighten me.
Oh, enlighten both of us.
It's a website where shitty ex-boyfriends
and Horn Dogs get
together to humiliate women.
How do they do that?
They upload picture to the website
and it puts it over a girl's body
who actually did porno.
Makes it look like
you're the one doing it.
It looks bad.
People still believe it.
He did that to you?
He didn't stop there.
He hacked my email.
Everybody in my contact list
was sent a link to that video.
My grandma got that video.
She watched it.
She believed it.
Two days later, she has a stroke
and loses most of her memory.
Care to take a guess at what one of the
things she could remember?
They had to ban me from the nursing home.
She couldn't speak, but she could scream
and she would be so
upset when I
saw her.
Wouldn't notifying the website
and asking them to take it
down be easier than murder?
You're kidding, right?
Even though it's a website,
they still have to follow the laws.
Are you always this naive?
Hey!
Is he always this naive?
The website is based in another country,
with another set of laws. Moron.
We're getting a little off track here.
Rifleman 80, what happened?
(birds chirping)
Sunday morning and you're...
On the computer.
Big surprise.
Stay still, you fuck.
Hello?
Hold still.
What?
Hold still.
I said hold still, dickhead.
Smile, you son of a bitch.
(gun fires)
(birds chirping) (car engine revving)
So hold on.
And I'm not even bother
asking where you got the gun.
You don't know how happy
I am to hear you say that.
But...
But who taught you how
to shoot a weapon weapon like that?
The autopsy said it was a 7.62 caliber.
So I know a good rifle when I see one.
Lightweight, high
caliber, what's not to like?
That is a military grade.
A gun like that, that would
send you back 50 feet, little girl.
Not if you know what you're doing.
And again, who taught
you how to shoot a weapon like that?
I know this is the point
where you're hoping,
I'll say my accomplice
taught me everything I know.
But the truth is, I researched, I
planned, I practiced.
I knew, I knew what gun I needed to
complete my mission.
All I had to do was practice.
I'm sure gun range owners
all over town can retire
thanks to the money I gave them.
And after all of that
research and practice,
I couldn't feel the
kick of my Lover at all.
Lover is what I named the rifle.
Where is lover now?
Someplace safe.
For the record, where did you get it?
From a place that
doesn't ask too many questions
or look too closely at identification.
How'd you leave your calling card?
Carved it into the tip of the bullet.
Didn't come out all that great.
I would've thought your ballistics guys,
would have caught
that, that's disappointing.
How'd you come up
with all this money?
The guns, the knives, the rifle practice,
the paralyzing drugs, all of it.
I was very popular on the internet.
And when you get as many views as I did,
you can make some serious money.
So if you had made
all this serious money,
why not just take it and go to a beach?
It wasn't about the money.
If it was about the money,
I would've found a
rich, stupid boyfriend.
I'm pretty, I'm young, I have tits.
So what was it about?
What was it that justified murder?
Art.
It was about art and
music and poetry and...
Freedom.
Freedom from trolls.
Freedom to be a human being.
And that need for
freedom, it landed you here.
That need for freedom might
have led me to do what I did,
but it's not why I'm here.
We don't have a lot of time left, Mia.
We still have to talk about...
Tell me about Jamie Rowland.
I mean, Coolinthepool1.
He was too stupid to live.
If I hadn't killed him.
He probably would have
stepped in front of a bus.
So now, stupidity justifies murder.
Obviously not.
You're still alive, aren't you?
What did he do?
What made him so stupid?
He couldn't tell the
difference between lip syncing
and real singing.
What do you mean?
I assume at this point
you guys have seen at least
one of my videos from my life before.
From the age of four, I
loved to sing and play the piano.
One day I put a video on
the internet of me singing.
It went a little bit
viral, so I posted another,
more views and then another one.
So that's how you
became an internet star.
Yeah.
Just got bigger and
bigger and better and better
and best of all, I could
play or sing whatever I wanted
any style.
It was great.
People watched me and they
just made me feel important
like I mattered.
So then what happened?
This idiot troll started
commenting on every video
that I did that I was just faking it.
He said that I was
mimicking somebody else's music.
Why did people believe it?
It's on the internet,
it must be true, right?
He would say it was
actually being sung by some name
that he'd make up.
The worst part is I think
he actually believed it.
He'd use all caps to scream
it and then some other trolls
would chime in saying the exact same thing.
But you still had
your fans though, right?
Views started to dwindle,
money stopped coming in.
Everything went to
shit because of some idiot troll.
(eerie music)
Hi, thank you so much for coming.
Well, I don't usually
take emergency phone calls.
Well, I really appreciate it.
You're welcome, I
appreciate the extra hundred bucks.
Of course, anything for my pool.
So what makes this such an emergency?
Well, I'm having some
friends over for a pool party
and I want the pool to be
in the best shape possible
because my parents are out of town,
but something's just not right.
Oh, sounds cool.
Let me see what's going
on before I grab the tools
out of my truck.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I try to turn the filter pump on
and it doesn't seem to be working.
I can hear the motor running,
but there's no water going through.
Well, it's definitely running
and there's nothing caught
in the lines, so that's good.
What's that?
What's what?
Looks like there's
something blocking the inlet.
Oh.
(crickets chirping)
(Bat hitting bone) (water splashing)
(singing) There does sit my father the king
(singing) And yonder
sits my mother the queen
(singing) And beside
them sits my William true
(singing) And by them
my sweet brother Hugh,
(bat hitting bone)
(birds chirping)
(singing) Yonder sits my sister
Anne who drowned me for the
sake of a man (bat hitting bone)
(birds chiping)
(rock music)
(rock music)
(rock music)
I'm guessing this is the point
where you guys ask
me where I got the bat.
We know you got the bat
from a secondhand store
for used sporting goods.
Actually, I told that to the officer
that actually got
credit for arresting me.
But it never hurts to confirm.
So how did you know
the house would be empty?
How'd you know a
realtor wouldn't be showing it?
I did my research.
I knew that that house
had been on the market
for six months.
Nobody wants a house
in that neighborhood,
especially one with that much black mold.
Nightmare for insurance.
Whereas a corpse in the pool makes it
much more attractive.
Why not?
Before me, it was just some house.
Now, it's that house where
the crazy girl killed that guy.
Well, it seems you had that same desire
to help real estate values
when it came to AxeLover14.
This one was particularly
brutal, even by your standards.
Every artist has a masterpiece.
Mona Lisa, Guernica,
American Gothic,
AxeLover14.
He was a first responder.
He was a fireman, so what?
He was also a trained EMT.
He saved lives, lots of them.
Some cops.
Cops, thanks to him, are alive now.
What exactly did he
do to earn your wrath?
I mean, to do that murder to that degree.
He called me a stupid bitch.
That's it?
A bitch?
I may be. But stupid?
Never.
If I was a dude, he
would have found a way
to be way more creative,
found something way better.
It was his
simple-mindedness that I couldn't stand.
That was all it took for that?
You felt he deserved to die.
It also might've been
because he was my first. My first troll.
You never forget your first love,
but you super don't
forget your first troll.
(dramatic music)
So, what's it like being a fireman?
Actually, we prefer the term firefighter.
Okay, so what's it
like being a firefighter?
Well, there's not much to tell, really.
We sit around the station a lot.
Part of us hopes that we don't get a call
because that means someone's in trouble,
but part of us also hopes we
do just break up the boredom.
So, what else do you do
to break up the boredom
when there's not a fire?
Well, then there's no training.
We work out to stay in shape.
Yeah, I can see that.
And we cook, we eat pretty good,
and oh, the internet.
Yeah, that breaks up the time.
I have a question.
Why do you have an ax just hanging out?
It's actually something special to me.
What, like its your
emotional support ax or something?
No, it was a gift.
A gift, like, from your mom or your
grandma or something?
Because if so, your
family's like really weird.
From the guys at the station.
It's a tradition.
After we respond to our first call,
they give you a fireman's ax.
So, why is it out here?
I don't know, actually.
I don't remember bringing it outside.
Maybe someone broke in or something.
Can I touch it?
Oh, sure.
Oh, oh, it's like, it's really heavy.
Oh, it's not that heavy.
That's six pounds, standard issue.
Oh, that feels pretty heavy to me.
So, what are we eating?
Oh, well, I guess that's my
sign to get the grill going.
Shouldn't be too long.
If there's one thing I
know, it's about fire.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
(eerie music)
(eerie music) (match striking)
(eerie music)
(eerie music) (flames crackling)
Ask your questions.
I've got somewhere to be soon.
I realize that time is running short on
us here, but I need a moment.
I might need one too.
What? Two squeamish
cops? You've got to be kidding me.
You murdered a decorated firefighter.
You hit him in the head with an ax three
times, and then you set him on fire?
I talked to the detective
who worked that crime scene.
He said he'd never
seen another one like it.
He retired two weeks later. Good.
Good! Good! You sick fuck!
Back off, cop!
Or what? You're gonna
be dead within the hour.
Or, maybe my imaginary
accomplice will figure
out that you live at 377 Lockhouse Lane.
Green shutters. Silver.
Buick in the driveway.
It's your wife's car, isn't
it? (Knocking on the door)
Uh-oh.
Sounds like you're in
trouble with the boss!
You're supposed to
keep me talking so that the
analyzers could analyze
everything that I say?
You got too angry and confrontational.
He's not gonna like that.
Go on. Daddy's calling.
(Papers slam on desk)
Okay, what the hell was that?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
But when I started
picturing that guy laying there,
ax cuts all in his head,
and then she set him on fire?
We all have our limits, Russell. I wanted
to slap the shit out of her myself.
No! You can have limits tomorrow.
You're supposed to be at your
best tonight. Both of you!
(phone ringing)
Davis!
Okay. Well, I
guess that's the final word then.
Thanks for letting us know.
The governor has decided officially not
to grant communtation,
clemency, or a stay.
This show is on for tonight.
So what do we do?
Russell?
Russell?
Russell! What do we do?
Do we go back in there? Or do we give
her what little time she has left?
No.
Troll or not, she had no right to take
the life of a first responder.
Or anyone else.
We haven't talked
about her last victim yet.
For that one, we all have
to be at our best tonight.
Alright, so let's get
back in there and do this!
No.
My turn.
I'm doing this.
Hello, Mia.
I'm Detective Captain Russell Davis.
I know who you are.
ROTC paid for your college,
Marines for four years.
You joined the police
as a beat cop and at 28...
Yeah, enough.
If you think I gave up seeing my kid's
ballgame tonight to come here to hear you
recite my resume, think again.
Why are you here?
Well, at the moment, I came to give you
the news that the
governor of this great state
has officially denied the recommendation
by the Pardons and
Parole Board to grant you
a stay of your execution.
I didn't ask for one.
Well, then I guess I
brought you good news, huh?
Why are you really here?
Or are you just that rotten of a father
that you'd miss your
kid's lousy baseball game?
Yeah, cute. Why don't you take a shot at
how bad a husband I
am while you're at it?
This guy is such a lousy husband, that his
wife could never...
Yeah, I think it's time you shut your
fucking mouth, smartass.
I came here tonight to get justice.
For Bryce Matthews.
For Danny Carmichael.
For Richard O'Neill.
For Kevin Flannery.
For Stephen Reese.
For Jamie Rowland.
For Fireman Andrew Harris.
That is exactly what I gave them.
And for Cordelia Villareal.
Even if you could justify the others
because they were trolls.
You could never justify that one.
She was no troll.
Was she?
No. She wasn't.
Why did she need to die, Mia?
She wasn't supposed to.
Who was supposed to?
Miguel Villarreal.
Miguel?
Villarreal? A name? A
first and last name?
You told my detectives a short time ago
that you did not remember their names.
Only their screen handles.
What makes him so different?
Because of what happened!
(electronic beeping)
(massive explosion)
Miguel didn't open the package.
His daughter did.
I know that.
What does she Mia?
Sixteen?
Honor Roll student.
Always got the lead in the school plays.
Love to sing, play the piano.
Sound like anybody you
know from a few years ago?
Yeah, I get it.
You're trying to guilt trip me, but you
can't guilt me any more than I've already
guilted myself for going through this.
You can't make me feel
any worse than I already do.
Is that because she was just like you?
Maybe.
Yeah, she was just like me.
And I saved her from a future where
trolls will extinguish anything beautiful
and hopeful.
Yeah, what a load of crap.
You don't believe
that any more than I do.
You can try to rationalize the fact that
you killed a totally innocent girl.
You know it's bullshit.
It's time to face reality, Mia.
You're not some serial killer superstar.
You killed some people.
That's all.
Nothing was accomplished.
There's no noble cause here.
You can use that destroyed
artist nonsense to help
you sleep at night, but...
You're just a sad pathetic
whiner as far as I can tell.
Oh, I'm so sorry, daddy.
I'll never do it again, I promise.
Why a mail bomb?
Why not?
Because you knew we were on your trail?
Because it worked for the Unabomber.
We caught him.
Yeah, it only took you brilliant law
enforcement minds, what, 20 years?
20 more years and I could
have rid the world of trolls.
We would have caught you.
But you didn't.
Interesting perspective.
You're the one that's about to get a
knock on that door any minute.
This says times up.
You're the one with the
interesting perspective.
You're acting very
superior because of what's
going to happen to me tonight.
But you didn't catch me, cop.
I turned myself in.
I've been wanting to
ask you why all night.
I killed an innocent.
There's no art in that.
There's no serial killer superstar
ambition that can make up for that.
I might be psychotic,
but I'm not a psychopath.
What's the difference?
I'll give you time to
figure that one out yourself.
If you do, you might actually solve a
case before mandatory retirement.
We still have one problem?
Only one.
Only one that we can solve
in the time we have left.
Who helped you?
Oh, this again.
Yeah.
You know my record as a detective.
You know how many cases I've cleared.
You know that I follow the
evidence wherever it goes.
And the evidence in this
case says you had help.
You're sure?
You're obviously very intelligent.
Very talented in many ways.
Your praise means a lot, seriously.
But you would have to be a ninja,
superhero, CIA agent,
who's also a licensed surgeon.
To ull all of this off, all by yourself.
And your actual question is?
Who helped you?
Why exactly should I tell you?
Because it's the right thing to do.
It's late.
It's not too late for that.
Not yet.
Well, I guess I better fess up or
something bad might happen to me, huh?
If killing an innocent
girl could make you turn
yourself in, then...
Look, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
You can't make me turn
back from the dark side.
I did it all by myself.
Nobody helped me.
Alright.
You want to play?
Let's play.
I looked at your prison record.
And?
And two months ago you were caught with a
contraband cell phone.
You were also caught with
one four months before that.
Who were you calling?
I didn't call anyone.
I just used it to play this game,
Kwazy Kupcakes. Very addictive.
You did a good job erasing the memory.
But not perfect.
We had our lab guys look them over.
Both phones showed
repeated calls to a Nadia Werschan.
Now, who is she?
A friend I met on the Internet.
We talked about how to
win at Kwazy Kupcakes.
Nadia Werschan doesn't exist.
But this person posing as
Nadia Werschan, she does.
We will find her.
If that's true, you don't
need me for anything, do you?
The detectives that
talked to you tonight,
Myself.
State department of law enforcement.
Special Agents of the FBI,
Forensic.
Psychologists, Criminal Profilers,
not to mention the private investigators
hired by the victim's families,
we're all still working this case.
What is that supposed to mean to me?
In a few minutes, I'm going to be nothing
more than a basic cable
documentary. A bad one.
Nadia.
Let's just keep calling her Nadia
until you're ready
to tell me her real name.
I think right now she's matters more
to you than your own life.
The sooner we find her, the
easier things will be for her.
Bullshit.
Right now, everything
is still on the table.
Every legal option.
Plea bargains, mental health defense
strategies, everything.
But if the taxpayers have
to pay to track her down,
They're going to get their money's worth.
Meaning what?
As your accomplice, she's everybody's
culpable for your crimes as you are.
Meaning, that one day,
she's going to be in
this exact same prison,
facing the exact same
fate that you are about to.
My mandatory retirement,
is a long time from now.
I'm going to keep working this case.
I will make it happen.
Right down to a last meal
of 12 fried shrimp,
a bucket of fried chicken,
a pound of strawberries,
French fries,
and a diet soda.
Can you promise me no death penalty?
No death penalty.
How can I trust you?
You've done your homework.
You know who I am.
You know what kind of cop I am.
You know what kind of pull I have.
If I say no death penalty.
No death penalty.
But you've got to give me a name.
A real name.
Bullshit me, or jerk me around now,
and all bets will be off.
You've got to give me the name.
What's it going to be, Mia?
Mia.
Give me the name.
Mia.
Mia.
Give me the name.
I need a name.
I need it now.
Mia.
Give me the name.
Mia.
Any second guards are
coming through that door,
and once they do, I cannot help her.
You have to give me the name.
Mia.
Mia.
(slams hand hard on the desk)
Time's up.
Yeah.
I was just thinking the same thing.
(soft music plays)
(car door closes)
So where did he go?
He's next door.
Next door?
Well, you tell him
that I want to talk to him
about opening up his stance when they try
to pitch him inside, okay?
Well, Russell.
I know. I've got to take it.
I'll see you inside.
Davis.
Russell, I've been trying to reach you
for the past two hours.
Yeah, sorry about that.
My wife made me turn the phone off
because I wanted to be
able to see my kids game.
What's up?
We have a lead on the accomplice.
(on phone) Mia's accomplice?
Yes, we figured something out.
(on phone) What's that?
The names, Nadia.
Werschan and Diana Crenshaw.
Yeah?
Nadia Werschan and Diana.
Crenshaw are anagrams.
Let's pick her up. See what she knows.
(on phone) That's just it. She's vanished.
Vanished? What do you mean, "vanished"?
Yeah, we sent two uniforms
over to her last known address.
The place has been emptied out.
It looks like nobody's been
there for at least two months.
I called her boss, according to the bank
records, and when I got a hold of him,
he told me she hasn't
been there for nine weeks.
No notice, no nothing.
Goddamn it.
It gets worse.
She also withdrew all of her money out of
her bank account and closed it.
And it was a lot of money.
Son of a bitch.
So this is your house?
Sort of. It's my parents'
house. I live in the basement.
You live in the basement of your parents'
house? Isn't that kind of a stereotype?
Nah, it's pretty cool. I mean, all I have
to do is mow the lawn and
hey, let me do what I want, so.
No matter.
Are they home now?
Nope.
Cool.
They're on a cruise in the Bahamas.
Let's go inside.
Sounds good to me.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music) (gunshots)
(rock music)
(rock music)
You guys didn't even
say "Dead Girl Walking"
like they do in the movies.
Okay, so you're fucking lame.
I don't know if you guys have seen the
news, but I've got somewhere pretty
important to be at midnight.
So I hope this isn't
going to take too long.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
(Silence)
Do you think she'll tell
us what we want to know?
She's got no reason not to.
Yeah, well she's got no
incentive to help us either.
I don't know. It was her idea to do this.
She wanted to do this. Tonight of all
nights. I don't know.
She's probably just messing with us.
I'll tell you one thing. I didn't work
with Department of Corrections all last
month, cutting through all
this red tape to get nothing.
That psycho's going to tell us something.
Is Russell coming tonight?
He said he can't make it.
Well, I hope it was something important.
We could really use him.
Tonight is our last chance.
Assuming, of course, the governor doesn't
call within the next couple of hours.
In an election year? In this state?
Yeah, right.
Alright, let's do this.
Let's stick to our plan.
Alright.
You can go.
(footsteps)
Amelia Marie Singleton.
Friends call me Mia. The prison calls me
inmate number 278965.
I'll just stick with Mia.
I'm Detective Andrea Cooper.
This is Detective JT Phillips. We've been
assigned to follow up on this case.
What exactly are you following up on?
I pled guilty. The case is closed.
We still have some questions.
Well, I have a question.
Where'd you get that tie?
Did you lose a bet or something?
You agreed to talk to us. Doing it
tonight was your idea.
We agreed to all of your conditions.
No guards in the room,
no handcuffs, everything.
Maybe I'm regretting that now.
Especially getting this little guy.
This is an official
procedure. This has to be recorded.
And after reading your
statement at sentencing,
I don't think you've
ever regretted anything.
Hilarious.
What's that? My resume?
That's one way of looking at it.
The official term would be evidence.
Evidence that's going to put that needle in
your arm in a couple of hours.
Unless...
Unless what?
Nothing can stop that now.
I withdrew my clemency applications and
fired my ultra-high-powered
taxpayer-supplied
public defender attorney.
It doesn't have to be that way.
We know that anti-death
penalty advocates in the state
have already filed for emergency
injunctions to get you a stay.
If a judge hears that you've
told us what we want to know.
Really? Oh, golly gee,
maybe there's hope after all.
Listen, good cop, bad
cop, doesn't work on me.
So, since we're short on time,
let's just move on to the.
Kinect Interrogation Method
and get that one over with too.
Been studying your police methods, huh?
All there is to read in the prison
library. Since my arrest,
they don't let me have
access to the computer
to research anything
actually interesting.
Like how to track down people who make
comments on the internet. Trolls!
I track down trolls.
People I'm rather okay with.
Even cops?
Ugh. You're just doing your job.
A bad one, but it's just your job.
If we're so bad at our jobs...
(knocking on the door)
So you're the one who gets three knocks
when the boss wants to talk to you.
Russell, I didn't think you were coming.
Yeah, well, you know,
figured one more missed
ballgame wouldn't make a difference.
Maybe, I'll buy him a nicer car when he
turns 16 to make it up to him.
So, question. Why are
you two arguing with her?
What's that going to accomplish?
Well, JT and I decided that
based on the time constraint,
we would just come right at her.
How's that working out so
far? She seems pretty defiant.
We have a plan.
Yeah, I can see that.
So far, it's one fucked up plan.
Plus, she's seeing right through your
academy by the book techniques.
It won't work. This
one's too smart for that.
Yeah, well, what should we
do? The clock is ticking here.
Stop treating it like an interrogation.
It is an interrogation, Russell.
No, it isn't. Treat it
like an initial interview.
We're after information
here, not a confession.
She's already done that. Mostly.
What we want is to get her
talking, keep her talking.
Yeah, well, what if she doesn't tell us
what we came here for?
We know that she doesn't have the
tech-savvy or skills to have pulled all
of this off all by herself.
Worse, she knows that we know that.
She's not just going to give up this
mystery accomplice to you willingly.
She didn't do it when she was arrested.
She didn't do it when she was sentenced.
She's not going to do
it now, not willingly.
What are we doing here, then?
Besides wasting our time and
alienating you from your son?
The more she tells us about
what she did and how she did it,
the more we have a chance to figure out
who helped her to do it.
We take everything that
she says here tonight,
and we give that information to the
profilers, the forensic psychologists.
They do their job.
Something that might seem trivial to us.
Something we don't even notice.
That might be the key piece of the puzzle
that tells us who helped her.
Alright, so how do we do that?
She's a diva.
She thinks she's a
serial killer superstar.
She wants to be one of the big names.
She wants to be up there
with Bundy, Dahmer, Son of Sam.
Appeal to her ego.
She's got a massive ego.
You get her talking?
See if that ego will keep her talking.
Alright, well, where do we start?
Where else?
The beginning.
So it's your turn to
get chewed out by the boss?
I know you'll be disappointed to hear,
but he's not here tonight.
Turns out he had more important things to
do, and they didn't concern you.
No, he's here.
Should I be flattered?
(knocking on door)
Four knocks.
Must be your turn.
Let's start over.
Oh, I wouldn't even if I could.
I meant for tonight.
I know, I just have a
flare for the dramatic.
Tell me about Bryce Matthews.
Is he the one that used
the Excaliber357 handle?
Excaliber spelled
with an E instead of a U.
Yes.
Oh, he was a troll.
Simple as that?
Simple as that.
There are tons of them on the internet.
You weren't the first
influencer to get trolled.
I wasn't an influencer, I was an artist.
I thought you were a
singer and a musician.
Singers and musicians are artists, if
they're doing it right.
So, artists kill people.
You're boring me.
I've been through this with all the other
detectives, prosecutors,
psychologists, on and on.
Killing people is
wrong, and I'm very sorry.
Happy now?
What made him so special
that he got to be first?
(dramatic music)
He was the first that I found.
And I did it.
All by myself.
No one helped me.
What happened when you
found out who he was?
I then found his online dating profile.
Big surprise. He was holding a fish.
So predictable. They're
always holding a stupid fish.
How'd you get him to respond to you?
That was the easiest part.
I asked him for a dick pic.
And he sent you one?
And I asked him to see it in person.
And he went for that, I take it.
Yeah.
The bastard
actually bought me dinner.
It's amazing what trolls will do when
they think they're about to get laid.
What happened after you had dinner?
We walked back to his place.
Why not take his car?
The loser didn't have one.
Were you going to sleep with him?
Oh, my plan was to
never let it get that far.
So, this is your house?
Sort of, its my parents, but I have
my own room in the basement.
Living in the basement?
Isn't that kind of a
stereotype for guys your age?
Sort of, but it's a lot
better than you would think.
All I have to do is keep the
grass cut, take out the trash,
and I can pretty much
do whatever it is I want.
Are they home now?
No, they're on a cruise, actually.
Interesting.
I mean, they'll be
gone for like four days.
Could we go inside?
Yeah, of course.
You promised me a live showing. Remember?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music) (gunshots)
(dramatic music)
Parents found him four
days later after they got home.
Lying on the living room
floor, four gunshot wounds,
and blood everywhere.
Damn, she has no emotion.
Wrong.
She has one.
Rage.
She's full of rage.
What else were you able
to dig up about her past,
you know, before?
Not much.
I mean, she was online, singing songs,
writing her own music.
Here, this is one.
Hi guys, welcome back to my channel.
Today is a super special day
because it is my best
friend in the world,
Diana Crenshaw's birthday.
Come on, Diana.
No.
Yes, come here.
Come here, I wanna
wish you a happy birthday.
You guys want me to say
happy birthday to her, right?
Right?
(singing) Happy birthday to you
(singing) Happy birthday to you
(singing) Happy birthday dear Diana
(singing) Happy birthday to you.
Oh, I love you.
I love you.
That's her and a friend.
No, no, no, no.
Before that, growing up.
Oh.
Yeah, I mean, her dad's normal.
Family's normal.
Dad's a manager of a
big construction company.
Her mom works with
adults with disabilities.
Dad's a deacon in the church.
Her Mom's won humanitarian awards.
I'm guessing they don't
come visit her very often.
From the prison visitor log, not once.
Are they coming tonight?
Not on the list.
Can't say that I blame them.
I think it's about time
you got back in the game.
Just try not to be,
you know, so much like...
You?
Okay, detective?
(footsteps)
So, what did I miss?
Oh, please, like you weren't listening
on the other side of that wall.
Mia was just telling me
what it's like to kill someone.
You know, as you do.
And how'd it feel?
You know what I thought when
I shot him for the first time?
That I wanted to do it again.
You know what I thought when
I shot him the second time?
I liked it.
I really liked it.
Was it supposed to
end with the first one,
or were you planning
to do others all along?
I always knew that I wanted
to rid the world of trolls.
You know, every single
one of those twisted,
miserable people, but it
wasn't until the first one
that I knew that I could.
So that's why you decided
to go after Danny Carmichael?
Who?
Beadiest2000.
Yeah.
I thought that I would like it.
And I did.
What did he say to piss you off?
Enough to wanna kill him?
(dramatic music)
Why not just shoot him too?
Why try something different?
I'm an artist.
You said that you were a music artist.
I decided to change mediums.
Murder is so avant garde, don't you think?
How'd you figure out that.
Beadiest2000 was Danny Carmichael?
With my advanced computer skills
that I learned all on my own.
I wanna know the how.
I know what you're asking.
The cops asked me.
The DA asked me.
My psychologist asked me. Boring.
You don't wanna tell us
the technical stuff. We get it.
At least I do.
What we really wanna
learn is what turns someone
making videos, getting
tons of views into...
You.
Do you take what you do,
seriously, you know, your job?
I'm in this prison talking to you.
Do you enjoy it when people on the
internet trash cops?
Would it justify murder if it does?
I never tried to justify
anything about what I did.
That's all you've done.
I'm an artist, they're
trolls, blah, blah, blah.
Tell us about Danny Carmichael.
Did you know he was diabetic?
The autopsy told us that.
Well, I had a better way to find out.
Do you know what an anagram is?
An amagram?
Yes, we all know what an anagram is.
Well, if you liked
anagrams, you would know that.
Beadiest is an anagram for diabetes,
which was super
helpful to know in advance.
How many more years of
nursing school do you have left?
Depends how much
financial aid I qualify for.
But let's not talk about
me, let's talk about you.
Why aren't you
drinking the wine I brought?
It's the best, it comes in a big box.
Yeah, I don't drink alcohol much.
Why not?
You're religious, or you
have a history of alcoholism
in your family, right?
I'm diabetic.
Oh, I never would have guessed.
Well, it's not exactly a condition
you can see from the outside.
And if I drink any more of that wine,
it'll probably make me go blind or my
foot will fall off.
In fact, I need to give
myself an insulin injection
right about now, or else I'm not gonna
have a fun time tonight.
Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we?
Could I give you your injection?
I don't know.
Please, we've been
learning how to administer shots
in school, I'm like the best, please.
Okay, okay.
If you do it exactly like I tell you.
I promise.
All right, I've got a
syringe ready to go.
I always do in case I
need to do it in a hurry.
Now you have to stick
into my triceps, right?
I know exactly where to put it.
Close your eyes.
No way.
Come on, the oranges that I practice on
don't exactly stare back.
Forget it.
I'll be really careful, I promise.
Okay, but you have to be very careful.
Relax, close your eyes.
All done.
That wasn't so bad.
See, you had nothing to be afraid of.
Oh no, I feel weird.
I think I'm having an insulin overdose.
No.
Gosh, probably because
I gave you four times
the amount of your normal dose.
That must be what's happening, right?
It is an insulin.
I need some juice.
(dramatic music)
Wanna know how I
killed Riderman1968?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
Hello.
Hi. Did you request a ride through our app?
I did, I did.
All right, are you Nadia Werschan?
Nadia Werschan, that's me.
All right, well, so, just so
you know, we got a new rule.
Our company wants us
to start checking IDs.
It's for our safety, you know and stuff.
Totally get it.
Cool.
All right, one second
here, let's just take a picture of that.
All right, you're good.
Thanks a bunch.
All right, so we're going
to 1804 Hamilton Avenue?
1804 Hamilton Avenue, yep.
All right, go ahead and get us going.
All right, so what's going
on at 1804 Hamilton Avenue
at this time of night?
Like, you know, not
much, just a little party.
Some of my friends are throwing.
So, are you being
fashionably late or, I mean,
is this thing getting
off to a late start?
Oh, late start, late start.
My friend works in retail at the mall,
so we had to wait until
she gets off of work.
Okay.
Right on.
That's cool.
Is it like a big party or is it like a
more intimate affair?
Oh yeah, hopefully big.
If a party isn't big,
what's the point, you know?
Well, I mean, go big or go home, right?
Exactly.
You should come too.
When did you get off work?
Actually, let me check.
You are my last stop.
Oh, well then you have to come.
I don't know, it's
been kind of a long day.
No excuses.
You're off work, you already told me.
I'll introduce you to
everybody, it'll be fun.
All right, I think you convinced me.
But you know what, I
can't really stay a long time.
I just wanna chill out, you know, so.
Once you get there, you
might not want to leave.
(dramatic music)
Well, sounds good.
Yeah, there we go, 1804 Hamilton Avenue.
Here we are.
Awesome, thank you so much.
It's...
This is the party house?
I mean, it looks like no one's home.
Are you sure it's the right place?
Yeah, this place is perfect.
Die you miserable fucking asshole.
Oh? What? You don't have
much to say now do you?
Pathetic piece of shit.
Fucking troll.
(choking and gasping)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
You know we found the phone.
That's when you became a suspect.
Nadia Werschan became a
suspect, I did that on purpose.
You had no idea who I was.
Cell phones leave a trail.
You didn't think we'd
catch you eventually?
You didn't catch me.
(phone ringing)
Cooper.
So, been a cop long?
Thanks, let me know when you have more.
Good news, Mia. That
was Pardons and Parole.
They're having an emergency
session to consider your case.
How is that good news?
They can commute your
sentence to life, Mia.
They can keep the needle out of your arm.
They're wasting their time.
They're trying to help you.
I didn't ask for their help.
Dying doesn't scare you?
I died years ago.
Is that because your boyfriend left you?
Is that why you did all of this?
Yep, you got me.
It's because of a man.
He left me and I just
couldn't live with myself anymore.
Why didn't you go after the boyfriend?
He's the one that dumped you, right?
Trolls die, but he gets to live?
I thought about it.
I really thought about it.
But he was a pussy, not a troll.
He deserved to live with what he did.
Yeah, I had a boyfriend.
I had an online video channel,
one that made me a ton of money,
more money than anyone in my high school.
I had social media, all of it.
I had a line of merch.
I had fans.
People would take selfies with me.
I think I need to take
a break. Are you sure?
There's not a lot of time.
Look, I promise I'm not going anywhere,
Not until they come to get me for showtime.
My only other option was to sit in a cell
and talk to a priest about my soul.
Talking to you is
slightly more entertaining.
But, it's fucking close.
I really think we were
starting to break her down there.
It's probably why she
wanted to take a break.
What did Pardons and.
Parole have to say?
Citizens Against Capital Punishment
and several church groups put in
petitions on her behalf.
They say they're looking at them.
Yeah, but even if they
just recommend a stay,
the governor could still override that.
We'd really need a court
to step in to have a shot.
The Ninth Circuit
would have jurisdiction.
What judge would we get?
All right, hang on a sec.
That would be Clemens.
Clemens.
He's issued stays before.
Yeah, I think the last one was
during the Carter administration.
Well, do we have a
connection to his clerk?
Maybe they could keep us in the loop.
I know his clerk.
I'll give him a call.
See if they've had any motions filed.
With all the press of
the Troll Hunter case,
I'm willing to bet that they have.
In the meantime, we proceed as if this is
all the time we have left.
All the time she has left.
How does someone like her...
Have you seen some of the things
these trolls have said about her?
You're not justifying what she did.
She killed seven people.
Premeditated, first-degree murder.
Of course not.
Nobody could justify that.
But still, they dated for five years.
He ghosts her, and then he
dumps her with a text message.
All because his bros tease him a little.
My ex-wife served me divorce papers
at my son's eighth birthday.
I didn't go on a killing spree.
You sure pick odd
things to brag about, JT.
What's the game plan for
when you get back in there?
Well, like you said, keep her talking.
Should we go after
boyfriend angle a little?
No.
She'd probably just shut down again.
Besides, we're not
looking for information
about her adventures in
the world of unrequited love.
We want to know about her crimes.
See if you can move
on to the next victim.
See if there's anything there.
Time's getting short.
I think break time's over.
Whether she likes it or not.
Okay.
So let's talk about Stephen Reese.
Let me guess.
Your boss told you to come in here
and stop asking about my
pussy of an ex-boyfriend
and to move on to the next troll I killed.
Well, if he's so curious,
why doesn't he come in
here and ask me himself?
Hey, we've gotta earn our paychecks too.
Got student loans to pay off?
Tell us about Stephen Reese.
I don't know who that is.
RoofyMaster43.
You have to remember that
these aren't real people to me.
These aren't names.
Human beings have names, not trolls.
How'd you track him down?
Another anagram?
He was proof that
Karma is real.
So Karma demanded he be killed?
Yes.
You never answered my question.
How'd you find him?
Another anagram?
For the record and
for your boss's benefit?
I was able, to all by myself,
figure out a lot about
how the internet works.
Especially the dark web.
When everything that you have,
everything that you've worked towards
has been taken away from you,
you find yourself with a lot of free time.
And for me, that was time for learning.
It was like my own personal
80s movie training montage
and once you learn
some basic hacking skills,
you can find just about
anything about anyone.
Like how many citizen
complaints a police
detective has. Fourteen.
And once you've found them, then what?
Then, a few messages to social media,
request a dick pic, out to dinner,
and back to his place.
Trolls are very predictable.
I love how you've decorated the place.
Thanks.
Yeah, sorry, I don't have any wine.
The only alcoholic
beverage is this Romulan ale,
I picked up at my last sci-fi convention.
Well, that sounds perfect.
This is good.
I think I've had this before.
Really?
Yeah.
My friend dragged
me to a convention once.
Dragged?
I think they're fun.
Yeah, well, I'm told
that I had a great time.
What does that mean?
Oh, I got so trashed on these,
I couldn't remember a thing.
Do you have any more of this?
Yeah, sure.
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
Here you go. Thanks.
A toast to Nerdy Chic.
To Nerdy Chic.
Did you put something in this?
No, I wouldn't do that.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I would never.
You don't have to spike
my drink to get lucky,
you're probably gonna
get some tonight anyways.
But try yours.
Oh, you can't tell from a sip like that.
Take a good drink.
Doesn't it taste salty?
It does taste a little salty.
Try some more.
(gurgles)
What's happening?
You've been roofied, idiot.
Well, actually you've
had about three roofies
plus some special ingredients.
Yeah, you're not gonna be
saying much for the time being,
which is perfect,
because I get to do all the talking,
because when you speak, it makes me sick.
Well, the effects won't last long,
so let's get to it, shall we?
Can you tell me what
you meant when you said,
"I hope she knows how to suck dick
because her singing
is a total waste of a mouth."
(laughs)
Right, you're
comically paralyzed, I forgot.
Okay, first of all,
my singing is amazing.
And second of all, I
wouldn't suck your dick
if it was made of chocolate cheesecake,
but I'm guessing that getting laid
is the least of your worries right now.
Well, this is a nice shirt.
Let me guess, it's the
only one that you have
that doesn't have a superhero emblem
or nacho cheese stains on it.
(laughs)
Shh.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna
use this knife to kill you.
No, like you, this
knife is a little too dull.
No, Slashley, is more like a paintbrush,
a big, pointy paintbrush.
And you, you get to be the canvas.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, you're
gonna make me mess it up.
This is art, this is important.
(soft music) (carving sounds)
There, it came out a
little messy, but it'll do.
What's that?
Mercy? You want me to show you mercy?
Oh, I would have loved
for you to show me some mercy
after that first comment, but instead,
you decided to follow up with,
if I got her alone, instead of singing,
she'd be calling my name over and over
once I got her bent over good.
So, it's like we've
gotten a little off track here.
Like I said, I'm not gonna
kill you with this knife.
So, I'll put it away.
No, Stabitha's the one,
I'm going to kill you with.
(soft music) (speaking French) Viola.
(speaking French) C'est magnifique.
So, is that what your
boss wanted to know?
I have a question.
So do I, but you first.
Cops, always so
polite and well-mannered.
The medical examiner's
report said that this knife
could not have gone in more perfectly.
The angle that you put the knife in
between the two ribs
was perfect.
I don't hear a question anywhere.
Who taught you how to stab a human being
to death like this?
The Girl Scouts.
Very thorough
education, making s'mores, tying
knots, stabbing with a
stiletto, selling cookies.
Special forces,
soldiers in our army today
couldn't pull that off.
So, you wanna know where I learned it?
Yes.
Subliminal messages
in heavy metal music.
Violent video games?
Athletes that kneel
for the national anthem.
No.
Drag queens that do
story time at the library.
Ugh, such a bad example.
You're turn.
These trolls, how did
they not recognize you?
Change your hair a little, a little makeup,
you'd be surprised.
Oh, come on.
How's that possible?
All Superman did was
put on a pair of glasses.
Get real.
You made videos, right?
They made comments.
They had to have known.
They saw videos.
They didn't see me.
I just can't believe that.
Trolls see only what they want to see.
And what do they wanna see Mia?
Mostly tits and ass.
After that, they only
wanna see one thing.
What's that?
A victim?
I'll be their enemy.
I'll be their killer.
But I will not be their victim.
What about the knife?
What about it?
Where did you get it?
I think it was at Knives R Us.
I had to drive all the way across town
since you know they closed The Knife Hut.
That blade was seven inches long.
So, I don't care if you
drove to The Knife Hut.
To Knives R Us.
Anywhere else that
legally sells these stilettos.
You couldn't buy it.
It was the prize
in my morning cereal box.
Strawberry Troll-O's.
You don't have the background
to be able to use a knife this precisely.
And yet, that troll is dead.
So, what's
your point?
If I do an internet search,
if I go on the dark web,
there is nothing about
how to pull this off.
You don't find anything
about how to use a stiletto
in this exact perfect motion.
Okay.
I was trained by the.
United States government.
I was a member of SEAL Team Six.
I killed Osama bin Laden.
There, I said it.
Another thing that really confuses me.
Any chance I'll get a
straight answer from you?
Well, there's always a chance.
The internet is worldwide.
So, I noticed.
I had trolls in this country.
Canada, France, Poland, India, Russia.
How is it that all of these people,
Trolls. How is it
that all of these trolls
were within easy driving distance to you?
Well, I had some money in the bank.
I could have hopped
on a plane to Lagos,
but then
But you would have
gone through your money too quickly.
Hey, look at you.
You got one.
So, I decided to
stick to the local forums
where they were posting their shit.
Way more cost effective.
What the hell is that?
Last meal.
Really?
I didn't think they still did that.
They do in this state.
Last meal?
Yep.
I didn't think they still did that.
Apparently, they do in this state.
What did she request?
Twelve fried shrimp,
A bucket of fried chicken,
french fries, a pound of
strawberries, and a diet soda.
Okay, that's weird.
Russell said she's trying to
be a serial killer superstar
and she's acting like one.
One of the biggest.
What are you talking about?
That was John Wayne Gacy's final meal.
Okay, that's even more
weird that you know that.
I used to read tons of crime
books when I was in college.
I had to get my hands on
every single one of them.
It's how I became a cop.
It's why I really
wanted to become a
detective. (Phone ringing)
Davis.
Okay.
Well, that's how it is then.
Thanks for calling.
As expected,
Judge Clemens has
decided not to grant a stay,
citing no case for
reversible error by the trial judge.
If she wasn't a young female,
he would not have even reviewed it.
Disappointing.
Not surprising, but disappointing.
We still have a chance
with the Pardons and Parole Board
and the governor.
(phone ringing)
It's Pardons and Parole.
Cooper here.
So that's official?
Okay, make sure the governor gets that
paperwork right away
because we're running out of time.
Okay, thanks.
Unanimous recommendation for a stay
in order to review psychiatric reports.
Do we tell her?
I think we have to.
Tell her.
After that last little session,
it might make her think we're
back on her side a little bit.
Plus with a belly
full of her favorite food,
it might put her in a happy place.
When do we go back in?
Well, lethal injection
is scheduled for midnight.
They'll come get her right at 1130.
Corrections guys are always very punctual
about that kind of thing.
So I'm thinking... now.
Yep.
Let's go.
Chicken?
All right, but you're missing out.
I specifically requested all dark meat,
but they messd it up.
Probably because they
went through the drive-thru.
They always mess it up
if they go through the drive-thru.
Okay, I'm done.
Can we get the guard
with all the personality
to come in and take it away?
(tray scraping)
I'll be sure you get yourself a good tip.
Couldn't eat it all.
Besides it goes right to my thighs.
So what's the boss wanna talk about now?
Actually, we have good news.
The Pardons and Parole
board have recommended a stay.
How is that good news?
I would think that would be obvious.
It's obvious that this whole process
is a waste of time, a waste of effort.
So, think it was about the time
where you both try to play good cop.
Only question is, when is your boss
gonna come in here and play the bad cop?
You give us too much credit.
We're only here to try to
understand what happened
and why it happened.
I wanna know who helped you.
(scoffs)
Um, tell us about Kevin Flannery.
Rifleman 80.
He's the one that I
wanted to kill first.
Why is that?
Are you familiar with the
website called she does porn.com?
Who am I kidding?
Look at you, of course you do.
Enlighten me.
Oh, enlighten both of us.
It's a website where shitty ex-boyfriends
and Horn Dogs get
together to humiliate women.
How do they do that?
They upload picture to the website
and it puts it over a girl's body
who actually did porno.
Makes it look like
you're the one doing it.
It looks bad.
People still believe it.
He did that to you?
He didn't stop there.
He hacked my email.
Everybody in my contact list
was sent a link to that video.
My grandma got that video.
She watched it.
She believed it.
Two days later, she has a stroke
and loses most of her memory.
Care to take a guess at what one of the
things she could remember?
They had to ban me from the nursing home.
She couldn't speak, but she could scream
and she would be so
upset when I
saw her.
Wouldn't notifying the website
and asking them to take it
down be easier than murder?
You're kidding, right?
Even though it's a website,
they still have to follow the laws.
Are you always this naive?
Hey!
Is he always this naive?
The website is based in another country,
with another set of laws. Moron.
We're getting a little off track here.
Rifleman 80, what happened?
(birds chirping)
Sunday morning and you're...
On the computer.
Big surprise.
Stay still, you fuck.
Hello?
Hold still.
What?
Hold still.
I said hold still, dickhead.
Smile, you son of a bitch.
(gun fires)
(birds chirping) (car engine revving)
So hold on.
And I'm not even bother
asking where you got the gun.
You don't know how happy
I am to hear you say that.
But...
But who taught you how
to shoot a weapon weapon like that?
The autopsy said it was a 7.62 caliber.
So I know a good rifle when I see one.
Lightweight, high
caliber, what's not to like?
That is a military grade.
A gun like that, that would
send you back 50 feet, little girl.
Not if you know what you're doing.
And again, who taught
you how to shoot a weapon like that?
I know this is the point
where you're hoping,
I'll say my accomplice
taught me everything I know.
But the truth is, I researched, I
planned, I practiced.
I knew, I knew what gun I needed to
complete my mission.
All I had to do was practice.
I'm sure gun range owners
all over town can retire
thanks to the money I gave them.
And after all of that
research and practice,
I couldn't feel the
kick of my Lover at all.
Lover is what I named the rifle.
Where is lover now?
Someplace safe.
For the record, where did you get it?
From a place that
doesn't ask too many questions
or look too closely at identification.
How'd you leave your calling card?
Carved it into the tip of the bullet.
Didn't come out all that great.
I would've thought your ballistics guys,
would have caught
that, that's disappointing.
How'd you come up
with all this money?
The guns, the knives, the rifle practice,
the paralyzing drugs, all of it.
I was very popular on the internet.
And when you get as many views as I did,
you can make some serious money.
So if you had made
all this serious money,
why not just take it and go to a beach?
It wasn't about the money.
If it was about the money,
I would've found a
rich, stupid boyfriend.
I'm pretty, I'm young, I have tits.
So what was it about?
What was it that justified murder?
Art.
It was about art and
music and poetry and...
Freedom.
Freedom from trolls.
Freedom to be a human being.
And that need for
freedom, it landed you here.
That need for freedom might
have led me to do what I did,
but it's not why I'm here.
We don't have a lot of time left, Mia.
We still have to talk about...
Tell me about Jamie Rowland.
I mean, Coolinthepool1.
He was too stupid to live.
If I hadn't killed him.
He probably would have
stepped in front of a bus.
So now, stupidity justifies murder.
Obviously not.
You're still alive, aren't you?
What did he do?
What made him so stupid?
He couldn't tell the
difference between lip syncing
and real singing.
What do you mean?
I assume at this point
you guys have seen at least
one of my videos from my life before.
From the age of four, I
loved to sing and play the piano.
One day I put a video on
the internet of me singing.
It went a little bit
viral, so I posted another,
more views and then another one.
So that's how you
became an internet star.
Yeah.
Just got bigger and
bigger and better and better
and best of all, I could
play or sing whatever I wanted
any style.
It was great.
People watched me and they
just made me feel important
like I mattered.
So then what happened?
This idiot troll started
commenting on every video
that I did that I was just faking it.
He said that I was
mimicking somebody else's music.
Why did people believe it?
It's on the internet,
it must be true, right?
He would say it was
actually being sung by some name
that he'd make up.
The worst part is I think
he actually believed it.
He'd use all caps to scream
it and then some other trolls
would chime in saying the exact same thing.
But you still had
your fans though, right?
Views started to dwindle,
money stopped coming in.
Everything went to
shit because of some idiot troll.
(eerie music)
Hi, thank you so much for coming.
Well, I don't usually
take emergency phone calls.
Well, I really appreciate it.
You're welcome, I
appreciate the extra hundred bucks.
Of course, anything for my pool.
So what makes this such an emergency?
Well, I'm having some
friends over for a pool party
and I want the pool to be
in the best shape possible
because my parents are out of town,
but something's just not right.
Oh, sounds cool.
Let me see what's going
on before I grab the tools
out of my truck.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I try to turn the filter pump on
and it doesn't seem to be working.
I can hear the motor running,
but there's no water going through.
Well, it's definitely running
and there's nothing caught
in the lines, so that's good.
What's that?
What's what?
Looks like there's
something blocking the inlet.
Oh.
(crickets chirping)
(Bat hitting bone) (water splashing)
(singing) There does sit my father the king
(singing) And yonder
sits my mother the queen
(singing) And beside
them sits my William true
(singing) And by them
my sweet brother Hugh,
(bat hitting bone)
(birds chirping)
(singing) Yonder sits my sister
Anne who drowned me for the
sake of a man (bat hitting bone)
(birds chiping)
(rock music)
(rock music)
(rock music)
I'm guessing this is the point
where you guys ask
me where I got the bat.
We know you got the bat
from a secondhand store
for used sporting goods.
Actually, I told that to the officer
that actually got
credit for arresting me.
But it never hurts to confirm.
So how did you know
the house would be empty?
How'd you know a
realtor wouldn't be showing it?
I did my research.
I knew that that house
had been on the market
for six months.
Nobody wants a house
in that neighborhood,
especially one with that much black mold.
Nightmare for insurance.
Whereas a corpse in the pool makes it
much more attractive.
Why not?
Before me, it was just some house.
Now, it's that house where
the crazy girl killed that guy.
Well, it seems you had that same desire
to help real estate values
when it came to AxeLover14.
This one was particularly
brutal, even by your standards.
Every artist has a masterpiece.
Mona Lisa, Guernica,
American Gothic,
AxeLover14.
He was a first responder.
He was a fireman, so what?
He was also a trained EMT.
He saved lives, lots of them.
Some cops.
Cops, thanks to him, are alive now.
What exactly did he
do to earn your wrath?
I mean, to do that murder to that degree.
He called me a stupid bitch.
That's it?
A bitch?
I may be. But stupid?
Never.
If I was a dude, he
would have found a way
to be way more creative,
found something way better.
It was his
simple-mindedness that I couldn't stand.
That was all it took for that?
You felt he deserved to die.
It also might've been
because he was my first. My first troll.
You never forget your first love,
but you super don't
forget your first troll.
(dramatic music)
So, what's it like being a fireman?
Actually, we prefer the term firefighter.
Okay, so what's it
like being a firefighter?
Well, there's not much to tell, really.
We sit around the station a lot.
Part of us hopes that we don't get a call
because that means someone's in trouble,
but part of us also hopes we
do just break up the boredom.
So, what else do you do
to break up the boredom
when there's not a fire?
Well, then there's no training.
We work out to stay in shape.
Yeah, I can see that.
And we cook, we eat pretty good,
and oh, the internet.
Yeah, that breaks up the time.
I have a question.
Why do you have an ax just hanging out?
It's actually something special to me.
What, like its your
emotional support ax or something?
No, it was a gift.
A gift, like, from your mom or your
grandma or something?
Because if so, your
family's like really weird.
From the guys at the station.
It's a tradition.
After we respond to our first call,
they give you a fireman's ax.
So, why is it out here?
I don't know, actually.
I don't remember bringing it outside.
Maybe someone broke in or something.
Can I touch it?
Oh, sure.
Oh, oh, it's like, it's really heavy.
Oh, it's not that heavy.
That's six pounds, standard issue.
Oh, that feels pretty heavy to me.
So, what are we eating?
Oh, well, I guess that's my
sign to get the grill going.
Shouldn't be too long.
If there's one thing I
know, it's about fire.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
(eerie music)
(eerie music) (match striking)
(eerie music)
(eerie music) (flames crackling)
Ask your questions.
I've got somewhere to be soon.
I realize that time is running short on
us here, but I need a moment.
I might need one too.
What? Two squeamish
cops? You've got to be kidding me.
You murdered a decorated firefighter.
You hit him in the head with an ax three
times, and then you set him on fire?
I talked to the detective
who worked that crime scene.
He said he'd never
seen another one like it.
He retired two weeks later. Good.
Good! Good! You sick fuck!
Back off, cop!
Or what? You're gonna
be dead within the hour.
Or, maybe my imaginary
accomplice will figure
out that you live at 377 Lockhouse Lane.
Green shutters. Silver.
Buick in the driveway.
It's your wife's car, isn't
it? (Knocking on the door)
Uh-oh.
Sounds like you're in
trouble with the boss!
You're supposed to
keep me talking so that the
analyzers could analyze
everything that I say?
You got too angry and confrontational.
He's not gonna like that.
Go on. Daddy's calling.
(Papers slam on desk)
Okay, what the hell was that?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
But when I started
picturing that guy laying there,
ax cuts all in his head,
and then she set him on fire?
We all have our limits, Russell. I wanted
to slap the shit out of her myself.
No! You can have limits tomorrow.
You're supposed to be at your
best tonight. Both of you!
(phone ringing)
Davis!
Okay. Well, I
guess that's the final word then.
Thanks for letting us know.
The governor has decided officially not
to grant communtation,
clemency, or a stay.
This show is on for tonight.
So what do we do?
Russell?
Russell?
Russell! What do we do?
Do we go back in there? Or do we give
her what little time she has left?
No.
Troll or not, she had no right to take
the life of a first responder.
Or anyone else.
We haven't talked
about her last victim yet.
For that one, we all have
to be at our best tonight.
Alright, so let's get
back in there and do this!
No.
My turn.
I'm doing this.
Hello, Mia.
I'm Detective Captain Russell Davis.
I know who you are.
ROTC paid for your college,
Marines for four years.
You joined the police
as a beat cop and at 28...
Yeah, enough.
If you think I gave up seeing my kid's
ballgame tonight to come here to hear you
recite my resume, think again.
Why are you here?
Well, at the moment, I came to give you
the news that the
governor of this great state
has officially denied the recommendation
by the Pardons and
Parole Board to grant you
a stay of your execution.
I didn't ask for one.
Well, then I guess I
brought you good news, huh?
Why are you really here?
Or are you just that rotten of a father
that you'd miss your
kid's lousy baseball game?
Yeah, cute. Why don't you take a shot at
how bad a husband I
am while you're at it?
This guy is such a lousy husband, that his
wife could never...
Yeah, I think it's time you shut your
fucking mouth, smartass.
I came here tonight to get justice.
For Bryce Matthews.
For Danny Carmichael.
For Richard O'Neill.
For Kevin Flannery.
For Stephen Reese.
For Jamie Rowland.
For Fireman Andrew Harris.
That is exactly what I gave them.
And for Cordelia Villareal.
Even if you could justify the others
because they were trolls.
You could never justify that one.
She was no troll.
Was she?
No. She wasn't.
Why did she need to die, Mia?
She wasn't supposed to.
Who was supposed to?
Miguel Villarreal.
Miguel?
Villarreal? A name? A
first and last name?
You told my detectives a short time ago
that you did not remember their names.
Only their screen handles.
What makes him so different?
Because of what happened!
(electronic beeping)
(massive explosion)
Miguel didn't open the package.
His daughter did.
I know that.
What does she Mia?
Sixteen?
Honor Roll student.
Always got the lead in the school plays.
Love to sing, play the piano.
Sound like anybody you
know from a few years ago?
Yeah, I get it.
You're trying to guilt trip me, but you
can't guilt me any more than I've already
guilted myself for going through this.
You can't make me feel
any worse than I already do.
Is that because she was just like you?
Maybe.
Yeah, she was just like me.
And I saved her from a future where
trolls will extinguish anything beautiful
and hopeful.
Yeah, what a load of crap.
You don't believe
that any more than I do.
You can try to rationalize the fact that
you killed a totally innocent girl.
You know it's bullshit.
It's time to face reality, Mia.
You're not some serial killer superstar.
You killed some people.
That's all.
Nothing was accomplished.
There's no noble cause here.
You can use that destroyed
artist nonsense to help
you sleep at night, but...
You're just a sad pathetic
whiner as far as I can tell.
Oh, I'm so sorry, daddy.
I'll never do it again, I promise.
Why a mail bomb?
Why not?
Because you knew we were on your trail?
Because it worked for the Unabomber.
We caught him.
Yeah, it only took you brilliant law
enforcement minds, what, 20 years?
20 more years and I could
have rid the world of trolls.
We would have caught you.
But you didn't.
Interesting perspective.
You're the one that's about to get a
knock on that door any minute.
This says times up.
You're the one with the
interesting perspective.
You're acting very
superior because of what's
going to happen to me tonight.
But you didn't catch me, cop.
I turned myself in.
I've been wanting to
ask you why all night.
I killed an innocent.
There's no art in that.
There's no serial killer superstar
ambition that can make up for that.
I might be psychotic,
but I'm not a psychopath.
What's the difference?
I'll give you time to
figure that one out yourself.
If you do, you might actually solve a
case before mandatory retirement.
We still have one problem?
Only one.
Only one that we can solve
in the time we have left.
Who helped you?
Oh, this again.
Yeah.
You know my record as a detective.
You know how many cases I've cleared.
You know that I follow the
evidence wherever it goes.
And the evidence in this
case says you had help.
You're sure?
You're obviously very intelligent.
Very talented in many ways.
Your praise means a lot, seriously.
But you would have to be a ninja,
superhero, CIA agent,
who's also a licensed surgeon.
To ull all of this off, all by yourself.
And your actual question is?
Who helped you?
Why exactly should I tell you?
Because it's the right thing to do.
It's late.
It's not too late for that.
Not yet.
Well, I guess I better fess up or
something bad might happen to me, huh?
If killing an innocent
girl could make you turn
yourself in, then...
Look, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
You can't make me turn
back from the dark side.
I did it all by myself.
Nobody helped me.
Alright.
You want to play?
Let's play.
I looked at your prison record.
And?
And two months ago you were caught with a
contraband cell phone.
You were also caught with
one four months before that.
Who were you calling?
I didn't call anyone.
I just used it to play this game,
Kwazy Kupcakes. Very addictive.
You did a good job erasing the memory.
But not perfect.
We had our lab guys look them over.
Both phones showed
repeated calls to a Nadia Werschan.
Now, who is she?
A friend I met on the Internet.
We talked about how to
win at Kwazy Kupcakes.
Nadia Werschan doesn't exist.
But this person posing as
Nadia Werschan, she does.
We will find her.
If that's true, you don't
need me for anything, do you?
The detectives that
talked to you tonight,
Myself.
State department of law enforcement.
Special Agents of the FBI,
Forensic.
Psychologists, Criminal Profilers,
not to mention the private investigators
hired by the victim's families,
we're all still working this case.
What is that supposed to mean to me?
In a few minutes, I'm going to be nothing
more than a basic cable
documentary. A bad one.
Nadia.
Let's just keep calling her Nadia
until you're ready
to tell me her real name.
I think right now she's matters more
to you than your own life.
The sooner we find her, the
easier things will be for her.
Bullshit.
Right now, everything
is still on the table.
Every legal option.
Plea bargains, mental health defense
strategies, everything.
But if the taxpayers have
to pay to track her down,
They're going to get their money's worth.
Meaning what?
As your accomplice, she's everybody's
culpable for your crimes as you are.
Meaning, that one day,
she's going to be in
this exact same prison,
facing the exact same
fate that you are about to.
My mandatory retirement,
is a long time from now.
I'm going to keep working this case.
I will make it happen.
Right down to a last meal
of 12 fried shrimp,
a bucket of fried chicken,
a pound of strawberries,
French fries,
and a diet soda.
Can you promise me no death penalty?
No death penalty.
How can I trust you?
You've done your homework.
You know who I am.
You know what kind of cop I am.
You know what kind of pull I have.
If I say no death penalty.
No death penalty.
But you've got to give me a name.
A real name.
Bullshit me, or jerk me around now,
and all bets will be off.
You've got to give me the name.
What's it going to be, Mia?
Mia.
Give me the name.
Mia.
Mia.
Give me the name.
I need a name.
I need it now.
Mia.
Give me the name.
Mia.
Any second guards are
coming through that door,
and once they do, I cannot help her.
You have to give me the name.
Mia.
Mia.
(slams hand hard on the desk)
Time's up.
Yeah.
I was just thinking the same thing.
(soft music plays)
(car door closes)
So where did he go?
He's next door.
Next door?
Well, you tell him
that I want to talk to him
about opening up his stance when they try
to pitch him inside, okay?
Well, Russell.
I know. I've got to take it.
I'll see you inside.
Davis.
Russell, I've been trying to reach you
for the past two hours.
Yeah, sorry about that.
My wife made me turn the phone off
because I wanted to be
able to see my kids game.
What's up?
We have a lead on the accomplice.
(on phone) Mia's accomplice?
Yes, we figured something out.
(on phone) What's that?
The names, Nadia.
Werschan and Diana Crenshaw.
Yeah?
Nadia Werschan and Diana.
Crenshaw are anagrams.
Let's pick her up. See what she knows.
(on phone) That's just it. She's vanished.
Vanished? What do you mean, "vanished"?
Yeah, we sent two uniforms
over to her last known address.
The place has been emptied out.
It looks like nobody's been
there for at least two months.
I called her boss, according to the bank
records, and when I got a hold of him,
he told me she hasn't
been there for nine weeks.
No notice, no nothing.
Goddamn it.
It gets worse.
She also withdrew all of her money out of
her bank account and closed it.
And it was a lot of money.
Son of a bitch.
So this is your house?
Sort of. It's my parents'
house. I live in the basement.
You live in the basement of your parents'
house? Isn't that kind of a stereotype?
Nah, it's pretty cool. I mean, all I have
to do is mow the lawn and
hey, let me do what I want, so.
No matter.
Are they home now?
Nope.
Cool.
They're on a cruise in the Bahamas.
Let's go inside.
Sounds good to me.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music) (gunshots)
(rock music)
(rock music)