Previously on A Murder at the End of the World...
What if we find a woman who fought off
the killer and lived to tell?
There must be thousands
of reports like that.
[Bill] But we just need one
that mentions silver jewelry.
-Holy fuck. -[Darby] Yeah.
-We should go talk to her in person. -How?
I'll come pick you up. I can drive you to Iowa.
[Andy] Bill Farrah passed away
last night.
-[Martin] What? -[Lu Mei] Oh, my God.
It appears that he overdosed
in his room sometime after midnight.
-[Darby] Ray? -[Ray chimes]
[Darby] Can you help me?
[Ray] Of course.
Do right-handed people
usually inject themselves into their right arm?
Rarely, if ever.
[Darby whispering] Bill didn't kill himself.
Someone else did.
Probably someone in this room.
[Lee whispering] The cameras here
are wireless.
They're on their own VLAN.
Don't get caught.
[Darby] Time to spill your secrets, friend.
[gasps]
[engine running]
-[thunder rumbling softly] -[rain falling]
♪ Tell me you're not around ♪
♪ Then you're asking me to be all right... ♪
Nice ride, by the way.
Oh, thanks. It's my uncle's.
I borrowed it.
But he doesn't... he doesn't know it yet.
♪ Always down... ♪
-So you stole it? -No, I left a note.
♪ I know, I know... ♪
At... point two miles.
You ever heard of death by GPS?
Happens all the time.
There was a... a mom and son in Death Valley
who followed the blue dot into quicksand.
Swallowed the car whole.
It was fucking terrible. They died.
Why would the GPS route them that way?
Quickest way to get from A to B, I guess.
Why did they go through the quicksand?
-Why did they go through it? -Yeah.
Uh... I don't know. I guess...
-[laughs] -I guess...
Well, people trust the blue dot more than they trust themselves.
Right?
Yeah, stupid people, maybe.
-Stupid people, yeah. -Stupid people do.
Stupid, yeah.
[Darby] You know, I think this victim
came after the Jane Doe from the construction site.
[Bill] Yeah, and maybe after the survivor
we're on our way to see.
[Darby] There should be a mark here somewhere.
I think this is it.
[traffic passing nearby]
The autopsy said she was alive when he brought her here.
Marissa Bahari.
Born: Lincoln, Nebraska.
Survived by...
Amir and Benjamin Bahari.
He did it out in the open.
I mean... no trees, no buildings.
You can see the road from here.
He wasn't even trying to hide it.
You think he wanted to get caught?
No.
No, I think he just thought
he was so good, no one would ever catch him.
[Darby] I'm gonna catch you.
-Ray? -[chimes] Yes, Darby?
Where is everyone?
The guests are in the library for a performance.
[sighs]
-[quiet, indistinct chatter] -[classical music playing]
[whispering]
[indistinct, overlapping chatter continues]
Thanks.
Hi.
Um... I don't think we've met.
I'm Darby.
You're Rohan, right?
You knew Bill.
Mm.
[Lu Mei] Darby?
[Rohan] Excuse me.
How are you doing?
Um...
okay.
It feels like such an outrage.
Death-- and love, I suppose--
just come and go as they wish
and do what they want with us.
-Yeah. It's sad. -[Lee] Mei? Yeah, sorry.
Can I borrow Darby for a moment?
-Yes. -Thank you. Hey.
Did you find anything in the footage?
No.
I don't think you're telling me the truth.
Yeah? Why is that?
[scoffs] Darby, I can hack the footage myself.
I know. So the question is...
why'd you make me do it for you?
[Lee inhales]
Does your mouth taste of metal?
Excuse me?
Grief puts a metallic taste on the back of your tongue.
Um...
no, I-I can't taste anything.
You will.
Did you know that Bill was around when Lee was in Florida?
He was helping us save that little old house
-in Crystal River from falling into the swamp. -[chuckles]
You must've known him pretty well, then.
No. Met him a few times.
Lee was running a kind of gutter punk salon
-from out of there. -[chuckles]
Ziba's ready to start. We should get everyone seated.
[indistinct, overlapping chatter]
[Tomas] Let me get you a fresh one.
Oh, thanks. [chuckles]
Shiraz from Iran, courtesy of Ziba.
Kept in its original clay from the region since 1964.
I'm sorry I crashed into you last night.
-It was my mistake. -No. No, it wasn't.
Let me know if I can get you anything.
Yeah. Actually...
do you know who ordered that tea to Room 11 last night?
Was it Bill?
-Enjoy your wine. -Do you know
how many cups he requested, Tomas?
I have to pour for other guests.
[sighs]
[Sian] Hey.
Are you gonna question me next?
They printed, what, 5,000 copies of your book,
and you sold, I don't know, 2,000?
Yeah.
Impact isn't just about having something to say.
It's about having the power to be listened to
when you say it.
He sees something in you.
That's why he invited you here.
A friendly word of advice, Darby.
Don't bite the hand
that might feed you.
[Ziba] Hi, everyone. Hello.
It's no secret that I came to Iceland for Bill Farrah.
I followed his work for so many years.
I admired him.
I...
I didn't agree with everything he did or said, but
I think he was trying to...
wrestle down the darkness he felt had devoured the world
and that I can understand.
This song was written in 1900
by a man in prison.
He wrote it so his spirit could fly free.
May Bill's spirit also fly free.
[Ziba singing in Farsi]
[gasps quietly]
[singing continues]
[voices singing in harmony]
[Ziba still singing]
[Ziba continues singing in distance]
[indistinct chatter]
[door creaks open]
[door creaks]
[indistinct chatter]
[Marius] And while we have successfully helped transfer
Mr. Farrah to Reykjavík,
chances are some journalists will call, wanting to know more.
Looking for gossip or worse.
Might say they are family or friends of Mr. Farrah,
members of the diplomatic corps.
In response to any of these calls,
your only answer will be:
[staff joins in] "We can neither confirm nor deny."
[Marius] I ask you to remember,
we are not only protecting the reputation of this new hotel,
we are protecting Mr. Ronson...
I don't want to get you in any trouble.
Ms. Hart. You shouldn't be down here.
But you've got to tell me what you know.
You don't even have to tell me. Just write it down.
[Tomas scoffs]
Bill was my friend, and he didn't kill himself.
And we both know they're covering something up here.
Whatever happens here is so secretive,
they want staff who don't talk,
and they're willing to pay well for it.
I was handpicked by Marius, flown in from Berlin.
Tomas?
I saw him die.
And he was scared.
He was so scared.
Please.
[Tomas] Three.
What?
You asked how many tea cups.
There were three.
-[indistinct chatter] -[dishware clattering]
[upbeat French song playing]
Ray?
[Ray] I'm sorry.
The music makes it difficult for me to pick up your voice.
Oh. Uh, Ray, turn off the music.
-[chime] -[music stops]
Ray, are you boxed in, or do you have Internet access?
I do not have access to the Internet.
The last Web crawl I have access to is from a week ago.
Um, all right, all right, uh,
let's use that.
Ray, could you do a scan for me
of any of the guests in the retreat
who have any connection to Bill Farrah,
or to the artist FANGS...
starting with Oliver?
Of course.
Would you like to enable projection?
-Um, yeah, enable it. -[chime]
Oliver tweeted, "FANGS isn't an artist.
He's a failed programmer who wants attention."
[scoffs] How did Bill respond?
He retweeted it.
[chuckles softly] All right.
And, um, who else at the retreat has a connection to Bill Farrah?
On July 4, 2019, Martin liked a tweet from FANGS that read,
"The eight richest men in the world
hold the same wealth as the 3.6 billion poorest people."
Lu Mei and Bill were on the same flight from Hong Kong
to Vancouver in December 2018.
How'd you know that? That's not on Wikipedia.
L2/L3 data.
When you purchase a flight,
the credit card company records
the departure and arrival cities.
What, L2/L3 is public information now?
L2/L3 data is available for purchase.
Who else in the retreat has an online connection
to Bill Farrah?
Lee Anderson Ronson attended
FANG's "Artificial Insanity" exhibit
in Detroit, May 3, 2021.
And Andy Ronson and Bill?
There is no known connection
between Andy and Bill Farrah besides Lee.
Oh, what about Rohan? What does he do?
A climatologist and environmental activist.
He was among the first to ring the alarm bells
as to carbon's role in climate change.
He was arrested in Moscow and held in a prison camp
for three years under charges of espionage
in 1987, in connection with the Chernobyl disaster.
[scoffs]
Um... an-and what about Rohan's connection to Bill?
There is no available information
about Rohan Ravjit after 2006.
And the vessel Last Chance has no entries
in maritime databases since 2006.
Rohan went off the grid.
It was strange, though, the way he cried.
It was like he knew Bill...
well.
Um... and Sian?
What's her connection to Andy?
After becoming the first woman to walk on the moon,
Sian Cruise challenged global leaders
to fund space exploration.
In 2017, she was recruited by Ronson Industries
to lead their lunar colonization program.
All right, um... and what's Oliver's deal?
I know of no deals that Oliver is negotiating.
[chuckles] Uh, no, as in, what does Oliver do?
Oliver Marwan was inspired by a childhood toy robot
that walked like he did to develop robotics
that break down disabling barriers in society.
He was admitted to Oxford at 16.
He was the youngest person to hold the Pirrone-Kim Chair
-in robotics at Harvard. -Christ.
Is anyone here normal?
No, Darby.
Not even you.
-Ray? -[chime]
How can I help?
[door closes]
Never mind.
♪ ♪
[wind whistling]
[wind whistling loudly]
[gasps softly]
[inhales sharply]
[footsteps approaching]
[wind whistling loudly]
♪ ♪
One...
down...
still...
a...
go.
-[wind whistling] -[Ray] Darby,
your temperature is dangerously low.
Yeah, no shit, Ray.
If your clothing is wet, remove it immediately.
Yeah.
Oh. [breathing heavily]
Warm your trunk first.
Warming extremities can cause shock.
[blow dryer whirring]
The cabinet in the closet has emergency supplies.
Get the hot water bottle and the medical blanket.
Ray?
-[chime] -Yes, Darby?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Your temperature is stabilized.
Who was that?
Who was who, Darby?
Exactly.
After hypothermia, you should stay awake.
You produce less body heat when asleep.
[Bill coughing] Coffee and Coke?
That stuff will kill you, man.
[Darby] Statistically speaking,
something else will probably kill me first.
[Darby chuckles softly]
-All right. -You want to try it?
Yeah. Go on.
-Bottoms up. -All right.
-Mm-mm. -[laughs]
No. No, that's awful.
-It-- -That's worse than I thought.
It's an acquired taste, I guess.
[goose squawking]
[Darby] Mm-mm.
-Take the next right. -Right here.
What if it's not a matter of catching him, you know?
What if it's a case of him revealing himself to us?
-Okay, good. -But how?
Uh... we tempt him?
With what?
Right. Corner him?
[scoffs] I mean, we're not exactly a SWAT team.
Well, fuck, I don't know. We trick him, we trick him.
Mm. Could happen, could happen.
But this guy is an organized killer,
not a disorganized one.
This isn't spur-of-the-moment, it's...
-Yeah. -You know, it's meditated on.
-Yeah. -Like, the silver jewelry?
Yeah, it's not a... a souvenir because he's not keeping it.
He's just passing it from one victim to the next.
It's-it's, uh...
It's not a trophy, either. It's...
-It's a trail. -It's a trail.
Yeah. To be tracked, followed.
Like we're doing.
[bird squawking]
But what's-what's the motive of someone who kills like this?
I have no idea.
But maybe she does.
His only survivor.
[knocking at door]
Hi. Could I come in a minute?
-Um... -Mommy...
Uh, yeah.
He's always had nightmares, but...
normally, I walk the halls with him,
and eventually, he falls asleep in my arms.
Past few nights, though, he hasn't been able to settle.
No, no, I-I get it. Um, I had nightmares as a kid.
Mind if I let him rest on the sofa?
Sure.
-[Lee] Are you ready? -[Zoomer] No.
[Zoomer whimpers softly]
Could I put on some music, help him sleep?
[Lee] Ray, 48 Variations for Two Pianos.
-[chime] -Does that sound good? -[Zoomer] Yeah.
[McGuire's 48 Variations for Two Pianos plays]
Nice.
Look, I know you have no reason to trust me.
-[Darby scoffs] -I might've written
some stuff when I was your age that you admired, but...
...I do trust you.
I want to be helpful,
and I think I can be,
but not if you don't tell me what you know.
Why didn't you hack the camera yourself?
Having a five-year-old
that isn't sleeping is a full-time job.
Hosting this retreat and not letting my husband down
is another full-time job.
As much as I'd like to hide in a closet
and hack for a few hours, it's just...
not really possible.
Fair.
I mean, why didn't you give me the password?
I don't know it.
Come here.
[Lee gasps]
[Darby] Yeah.
Does that mask mean anything to you?
I've never seen it.
But I know what it is.
Fuck. Can I fix a drink?
[glasses clinking]
W-What is it?
Yeah. It's a mask to thwart AI facial recognition.
Protestors in Hong Kong used them
so the police couldn't identify them from camera footage.
It means it's someone
who knows the footage is software-monitored.
Well, wh-who could that be?
Me, Andy, Sian,
Marius, Todd, Eva.
I don't know. Probably David.
Okay, so... everyone?
Did you invite Bill here?
My husband did,
but I encouraged Bill to come.
We wanted opposing viewpoints.
Were you having an affair?
No. Honestly, no. Uh...
I met Bill six years ago.
He was one of a few people
who found me.
After you were doxed?
Yeah.
My reputation was destroyed. [chuckles]
There was just fake porn all over the Internet.
It looked so real, I-I thought it was real.
I-I couldn't open a computer without having a panic attack.
So I basically went back to my parents'
little place in Florida to...
just disappear.
Ordered a lot of pizza.
Tried to stay away from the Internet.
And one day, this guy shows up,
sunburned to a crisp.
Soles of his shoes worn completely through.
It was Bill.
He said he'd read my manifesto
and wanted to talk about it.
I mean, I was terrified.
I wouldn't let him in the house. I...
He slept on the porch for a few nights, and...
...eventually, we started talking
about... the terrors of technology
and everything we were afraid of that was coming, and...
He didn't say much about himself, you know.
He'd clearly been through something, but...
One morning, I come down to breakfast, and he's lined
all these Polaroids up across the kitchen table.
And he starts talking to me about you.
[grunts softly]
But you never...?
You were never together? You never...?
We hooked up once.
We were both wasted. It was his last night.
I mean, he lost his hard-on.
I was embarrassed. He was embarrassed.
I mean...
Darby, we were meant to be friends.
Okay.
And then you met Andy?
[smacks lips] No,
Andy and I had been seeing each other off and on for a while.
And, uh...
then we got pregnant.
And I got married. [chuckles]
[Darby] Right.
Right, so who here knew Bill, besides you and me?
[exhales sharply] I don't know.
Um... Rohan, I think.
Yeah. Yeah, that would explain
why Rohan was crying in breakfast.
[Lee] I didn't notice.
I know he knows Ziba,
or at least he admired her activism.
Darby, let me hire you...
...to find whoever is hiding behind that mask.
Um, I'm an amateur sleuth.
[laughing] You're clearly very good at it.
No, as in, uh, I don't take cases for money.
[sighs] You do it for love,
and especially in this case.
I hope you'll be careful, Darby.
If Bill was murdered, it was very sophisticated.
You have only one real advantage.
No one sees a 24-year-old girl coming?
[chuckling] Yeah.
You're just another guest in our retreat.
So long as you play the part.
[quietly] Yeah.
Well...
[Lee sniffles]
Finally. [chuckles]
Would it be all right if I let him sleep?
Sure.
Thanks, Darby.
[soft chiming]
-[chime] -[Ray] Wake up, Darby.
Darby, wake up.
[Darby groans softly]
Wake up, Darby.
You slept through the alarm I set.
The time is 9:51 a.m.
The temperature outside is three degrees Celsius,
with an expected high of four degrees Celsius.
[rapid knocking]
There is someone at the door.
-Mm. -[knocking]
A gift from Andy.
Oh. Thanks.
-Can you...? -Oh. Yeah.
Another one?
♪ ♪
[indistinct, quiet chatter]
[Andy] Here we are, naturally. We're, like, seconds away.
-[indistinct chatter] -[Andy] Okay.
[Lu Mei] You all right?
-Yeah. -[Andy] Okay, so,
I'm sure you're all wondering how arduous this is gonna be.
Well, it's not gonna be easy, but it's definitely worth it.
What's waiting for you at the top...
...is unforgettable.
-Excited? -[Sian] Let's do this.
[sighs]
-[woman] Well, Martin. -[Martin] Hey.
Martin Mitchell.
[laughter]
[David] You're liking this altitude?
[Lu Mei] Oh, I love the mountains.
To be with nature.
I don't get to do this often, you know?
So, what... what are you writing now?
[indistinct chatter]
[Andy] Why are you making this all about you?
[Sian] ...why I wasn't called?
[Sian speaking indistinctly]
Didn't have questions for me.
Oh, no. I've been avoiding you.
[Darby] Yeah?
Why?
You knew Bill.
Did you?
Lots of folks knew Bill.
Knew of Bill.
Oh, it's a little early for me.
We are talking about a comrade
who died two nights ago, aren't we?
Tequila?
Uh, mescal.
[Rohan chuckles softly]
[Rohan chuckles]
The irony gets thick here.
Did you know Bill got me sober?
-No. -Yeah.
I was killing myself with drink.
I mean, folks gave me a wide berth.
What could they say?
Climatologists who've been in the game long enough
know how it's going to end.
Sooner than you can imagine, and...
far, far worse.
It drives a lot of us to bow out early.
But Bill, he wouldn't let me wallow in the drink.
No.
No, he... he gave me the only thing
that can really, really change a person.
Hope?
A different perspective.
He used to say that...
"Rohan. [laughs softly]
You take humans too seriously."
And that humans were not at the center.
So what if the Earth becomes a swamp again?
New creatures will be born from it.
Death begets new life.
I was five years sober until two nights ago.
Five years.
[exhales]
I guess some funerals are harder to handle than others.
[gasps]
Rohan?
[Rohan panting]
Yeah.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
Yeah.
Had a heart failure two years ago. [sighs]
I've got a little machine in there,
keeping my ticker ticking.
Oh, right.
Did you see Bill, or talk to him, the night he died?
A good detective always has a timeline.
I'm not a detective.
[chuckles] That's not what Bill said.
He said you were the best.
That you weren't like anyone else he'd ever met.
[both chuckle]
[panting]
Welcome to the future.
[wind whistling]
[Darby] What is that?
They self-organize,
self-repair, and they use each other
to build bridges and to construct tunnels.
All of this brought to beautiful fruition
by Oliver.
Thanks, Andy.
We call it "swarm robotics,"
and they are designed for new climate extremes.
Imagine a world where humans no longer have
to occupy ourselves with finding shelter and gathering food,
when we have the space to deeply contemplate
the radical future of humanity.
Where will that take us?
[robots playing musical patterns]
[laughs]
[wind rustling]
...prototype did all the foundation work for the hotel...
[indistinct chatter]
[Andy laughing]
[quiet, indistinct chatter]
-Can I, uh...? -Yeah, yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
You looked like a kid in a candy store
out there with those robots.
-I'm not a kid. -Trust me,
-you are. -Why are you such a dick?
[David] Because I'm rich.
Mm. Pretty sure
you'd still be a dick if you were poor.
[laughs] Hey.
Let's grab a drink later.
I read your book. You're a smart little girl.
[Lu Mei laughing]
Oh, my.
[whispering]
♪ ♪
One down.
Still... a go.
Careful, girl.
It was you...
who went to Bill's room the night he died?
Wearing the mask?
I would never hurt that boy, not one hair on his head.
But you were there.
Leave it.
[door opens]
[wind whistling]
[vehicle engine idling]
-[Rohan] Go. -[engine revving]
[kettle whistling]
[liquid pouring]
[upbeat instrumental music plays quietly]
[soft chiming]
Hello?
[sneezes]
-Hi. -Hi.
You're the next closest person to my age.
I guess that's true.
Want to go on an adventure?
You know, I'd love to...
-Uh... -You're busy. It's okay.
No, you know what? Um...
Sure. What do I do?
All right. You're gonna be by yourself.
-Mm-hmm. -But don't be scared.
You're just exploring.
And if you get lonely, Raisin's in there to help.
Okay. Do I put it on? Oh.
[chimes]
-[music playing] -[birds singing]
[Darby] Whoa.
Oh, my God.
What? [chuckles]
[laughs]
[horse neighs]
[chatter, laughter]
[Zoomer] Over here is the science corner.
[Darby] Huh. Yeah.
[Zoomer] And then you can go past my friend, Sir Archimedes.
-Good day, milady. -[soft chiming]
[Darby] Whoa.
[Zoomer] You're supposed to try to get the crown, Darby.
Crown? Oh.
[Zoomer] See? It's harder than you think.
[Darby laughs softly]
Uh.
Oh, my God.
[chuckles]
Wow.
Huh.
[soft chime]
[footsteps running]
It's fun, right?
Yeah. I never had anything like this when I was a kid.
That's 'cause technology is exponential.
Wow. Um, you're smart.
And you're very lucky.
Except when my parents fight.
When you were little, did your parents fight?
Um, yeah.
Yeah, they did.
They did. A lot, actually.
What do your parents fight about?
[Zoomer] The future.
-Zoomer, come here. -Dad!
-[Andy] Hey.
I showed Darby my castle.
Yeah? Did she like it?
[Zoomer] Yeah, but I think she needs practice.
[Andy laughs]
Mmm. Okay. You go finish your game.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
S-Slow down. Careful.
You're good with kids.
I was one.
Doesn't always help.
Know anything about Walt Disney?
Um, I mean, his movies, yeah.
So, in the 1920s, no one believed
it was even possible to make an animated feature.
Took him seven years, and then he broke all records.
Years later, when he was in his 50s,
he built all these train tracks in his home.
People thought he'd lost his mind.
There was this grown man
riding in and out of the living room on a children's toy.
But he was thinking in three dimensions.
-He was working something out. -What?
Something that had never been done before:
a movie in motion in the real world.
A theme park.
Disneyland.
And you feel a kinship with him.
So, I bought Zoomer a couple of hamsters
and I thought they were both male,
but turns out one of them was female.
And he loved watching the babies be born.
So we started to mate them together.
Study the patterns.
Black hair, brown hair, blue eyes,
recessive traits, dominant traits.
Think we had over 50 at one point.
[Zoomer] 67.
Lee thought I'd lost my mind.
But you were working something out in three dimension.
I realized that the way
to leap AI forward was to mate them.
You can do that?
Ray is a combination of my language processing algorithm
and my home security AI.
Like Disney, you leapt tech forward through play.
So, after giving it some serious thought,
I really do think it's best that you go home.
You're grieving. And to be perfectly transparent,
interrogating the guests and my staff is something
I'm just not comfortable with.
I asked them questions because the police didn't.
How do you know that?
Because I watched Bill die and no one's asked me anything.
And if they did, what would you say?
That someone came to see him
a few minutes before he died.
I hacked the doorbell cameras.
You think I don't know that?
It's a conference of hackers.
I've seen the footage, too.
I know that someone in a mask came to Bill's room
at 12:03 a.m., but he'd already injected himself at that point.
See, we don't have cameras in the room,
but we do monitor heart rates.
And Bill's spiked, as a result of the morphine,
four minutes and 36 seconds
before the arrival of the uninvited guest,
and six minutes and 11 seconds
before you turned up at the door.
The reason the police didn't ask you anything
is because they got everything they needed to know
from Bill's blood.
The toxicology came in. It's definitive.
He overdosed.
You grew up on crime scenes
and you think this is one too. It's not.
It's the site of a tragedy and keeping you here is painful.
For you and the others.
No. Sorry, I...
I don't want to go. I...
I want to stay.
Look, I'm okay, honestly. I...
I'm just keeping busy, like you said.
I have to do what's best for everyone.
A car is gonna take you to Reykjavík
and there'll be a first-class seat
on a plane back to the U.S.
What you need, Darby,
is rest.
You're very fragile.
Can I take your ring?
[door chimes]
Be good if you started to pack.
[newswoman speaking Icelandic on TV]
[upbeat music plays on TV]
[newswoman speaking Icelandic on TV]
...Bill Farrah... [speaking Icelandic]
-Ray? [chime]
Translate this for me.
[Ray] Controversial artist Bill Farrah,
better known as "FANGS," had died at the age of 27.
A former computer coder and hacker,
Farrah was seen as a criminal prankster by many
and as an artist and activist to others.
His first known work as "FANGS" was a global project
to remove the "S" from Shell stations around the world,
leaving a scathing critique and PR nightmare in its wake.
His most recent and acclaimed work,
Artificial Insanity, was staged
in an abandoned auto factory in Detroit
and was deeply critical of the tech industry.
Icelandic authorities say Farrah died Monday evening
from a drug overdose.
He was on vacation alone in the small town of Fellabaer.
He is survived by his mother, Elizabeth Farrah,
a nurse in Dayton, Ohio.
Mourners from across the Internet are posting videos
and comments about what Farrah's art meant to them.
[birds singing and squawking]
[Marta] These were my grandmother's.
Is there anything else you remember
about the man who took them from you?
Anything about how he looked or...
Didn't see his face.
It was 16 years ago.
What he smelled like?
Bleach and aftershave.
And his hands?
Um, how did they look
or what did they feel like?
Strong, long fingers.
Gloves.
He was choking me and his-his face was right there.
I can't call for help or turn,
but I'm holding the keys.
I gouge him in the face.
He cries out, surprised-like.
And I ran from the car to the Wendy's.
[Bill] That was really brave.
Did they tell you that?
The police?
Yeah.
No, they said I shouldn't have been out so late alone.
[Bill] Ah.
All right, we should-we should get going.
Why y'all doing this?
Well, I-I guess 'cause we're angry.
Yeah.
[children laughing outside]
When I was the same age as your girls...
...I believed that I really mattered.
And then I grew up and realized
that I really didn't.
I guess I just don't want them to grow up feeling that way.
Wait a sec.
My sister got my car detailed after the...
You know.
I kept thinking I could smell him.
She found a silver pin in the back seat.
Wasn't mine.
I told the police but they didn't give a shit.
Thank you. This could really help us name other victims.
Hard to imagine kids like y'all solving this thing.
Well, we're-we're not alone. We've-we've got each other
and dozens of others online to help.
[Darby] You know, this was probably his previous victim's.
[Bill] Yeah, that's how we're IDing Jane Does-- silver.
Can I show you?
Here, let me take a...
Right. Um...
[Bill mutters]
Just have to wait a few.
[laughing]
-[phone chiming] -Oh, here we go.
[Bill mutters]
All right, yeah. L-Lincoln High School,
Wickenberg, Utah. 2000.
[sighs]
And I almost didn't open the door.
I thought y'all were selling magazines or candy.
Don't give up on this, okay?
I'm holding out hope
that whoever did this can never do it again.
[wind whistling]
-Ray? -[chime]
Will you get me Andy Ronson's email?
I'm sorry, Darby.
The contact info for guests and hosts is private.
[Marius] How may I help you, Ms. Hart?
Can you put me through to Andy Ronson?
I'm sorry, Ms. Hart, that room is set to private.
Well, can I leave a message?
Certainly.
Tell him I'm keeping my room.
Rohan?
[clattering]
Rohan, I know you're in there.
Whatever happened,
whatever is happening...
...I know you loved Bill.
I know you love him still.
I'm here.
To listen.
Darby, snowcat's waiting.
We better get a move on.
Storm is about to hit Reykjavík.
I'll help you with your bags.
[soft dinging]
Give me a minute.
♪ ♪
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[caller breathing heavily]
[Rohan] I do still love him.
I know, Rohan.
How?
Because I love him still, too.
Oh...
I don't want to talk to you but I think I have to.
It was me.
I went to his room.
You were the one in the mask?
I didn't want there to be a record,
in case, later on...
We had a plan.
A good one, we thought.
But Bill uncovered a secret.
Something he wouldn't say over the phone.
When I got to his room, I thought
he had gotten high, wasted.
I got angry, left.
I see now he was drugged.
He never got the chance to tell me,
but I think I know what he uncovered.
What?
[Rohan grunting]
[clattering]
-Rohan? -Oh, God.
[clattering]
Oh, my God!
Darby! Hey, whoa!
[door opens]
Rohan?
-Rohan in there? -What is going on?
[Marius] Panicked call from people at Hardfront. He...
-He's not in there? -Wait, a call from who?
[man shouts in distance]
[woman] Help! [crying]
What happened? What happened?
Rohan? Rohan?
Talk to me.
No pulse.
No breathing.
He's dead.
Todd.
Get everyone underground.
♪ ♪
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org
Not one of you is going back
until I know who has betrayed me.
Did you find anything?
No.
I don't think you're telling me the truth.
Yeah? Why is that?
Where were you when Bill died?
What were you doing?
I don't have to answer that.
It's never good to keep secrets
and I've kept so many of them.
Careful, girl.
I'm being set up. This is sabotage.
It would be a clever plot
to lure some of your greatest competition
then dispatch of them one by one.
I've been focusing on trying to find the killer
when I should be trying to understand the victim.
I feel like I'd have to die for you to love me.
What's waiting for you at the top is unforgettable.