[tense music playing]
Look, Livvie...
Don't. Don't. Don't.
-[Matt] Easy. -[Nathan] Okay.
-Livvie, easy-- -Don't call me that.
Even when I loved you, I hated when you called me Livvie.
Look, even at my worst, you loved it when I called you Livvie.
-Are you gaslighting me about a fucking nickname? -No. I'm just reminding you--
Hey, maybe it's not a good idea to argue with the crazy lady holding a gun.
-Don't call a woman crazy. -Even when she's pointing a gun at us?
I'm not the crazy one here, okay?
This is a perfectly reasonable response to what that monster did.
Reasonable for you, yeah.
[Nathan] We agree completely.
-You are not crazy at all. -Don't patronize me.
-Looks like I can't win. -Just shut up.
What is it you want, Olivia?
The same thing I have wanted for years.
To stop you from hurting more people.
But no. Every time I would go to the cops, they would just dismiss me.
Apparently, a lot of women call them
to say their shitty exes are the Westside Ripper.
Oh, my God! So that's why you pretended to be a cop.
You're not crazy. No. I'm just-- I'm putting pieces together here, so...
-Yes, that's why. -So you just walked into crime scenes?
-No one questioned you? -You'd be surprised what you can pull off
with just a blue jacket and a sense of entitlement.
And still, no one wants to believe me
that this guy is a fucking killer.
I believe you, but since we've been together,
Matt has done some incredible healing work.
[laughs wryly] Healing?
Aw! Girl, grow up!
Which trauma narrative did he tell you, hmm?
Uncle's cigarette burns or mean dead stepmom?
-[Matt] Okay, Olivia. -[Olivia] It was mean dead stepmom, right?
Protecting his little brother. Of course he used that one on you,
-since you're so pathetically dependent on your sister. -"Pathetically dependent"?
-Did you say that to her? -I did not say those words
in that order.
So that hunting trip
with Uncle Stan, that--
[Olivia] Total bullshit. Made it up.
Maybe the answer is just to put you down like the dog that you are.
[Matt] Why don't you think this through? What about Ollie?
[Olivia] What about him? He's with my parents.
[Matt] You're okay with him just never seeing his father again?
Maybe he's better off without--
Hey, hey! What are you doing?
Sorry. Do you still want us here?
We thought you wanted some privacy.
How about we let the women go? Let the women go.
-They don't need to be a part of this. -Spare me the fake-ass chivalry.
-Okay? Ava gave me the whole scoop on you. -What's that mean?
-What did you tell her? -I didn't say anything. She's obviously crazy.
-Now she's crazy? -She is crazy.
[Matt] This is what she does. All right?
She manipulates people, gets in your head,
and then she just... makes you fight.
Oh, that's rich, coming from you.
He may say that he loves you, but that man is incapable of love.
-Don't talk about him like that. -Tory, stay out of it, please!
It's true. You never loved me, and you never supported my work!
[laughing] Oh, come on. What? Your credit card scam?
In my defense, you weren't smart enough to pull that off anyway, so...
Oh, yeah?
How come I got you to kill that cop?
Matt, what is she talking about?
You didn't get me to kill anyone.
I did that all on my own.
Oh, sweetie, that's what I wanted you to think.
You killed a police officer? When?
I needed him dead, so I may as well use you
for the one thing you're actually good at.
You used me?
Oh, God! [screams]
[Matt] Ow! Okay, ow!
Okay, look, Liv-- Uh...
Olivia, come on. What is this?
We used to love each other.
We both know that's not true.
-[grunting] -[Olivia groans]
[coughs wetly]
[Ava yelps]
[menacing musical sting]
[gasps]
[quietly] What did I do?
Oh, no, no. What did I do?
-[knife clatters] -What did I do?
-[Ava] It's okay. You saved our lives. -[coughs]
-You-you had to. -You saved us.
-No, no. Wh-wh-- -[Ava] No. It's okay. You--
-[Nathan] You needed to. -You saved us. It's okay. Just... Oh, my God!
[breathing heavily]
You just killed the mother of my child.
[breathing shakily]
Oh, my God.
[Nathan] Okay. Easy, buddy.
Easy. Just stay calm.
[video call ringing]
[beeps]
Friends, disciples, lovers...
I am so honored
to be officiating this sacred event.
In order to get things started, I will simply need a valid credit card number.
[dramatic musical sting]
[tense music playing]
[Tory] I-I...
-It's okay, Tory. -Uh-huh.
We're gonna... figure this out.
How?
-[Ava whimpers] -Uh...
-Ava? -I'm thinking.
Just thinking. Trying to think about--
[knocking on door]
-[Nick] Hey, guys. -Bring it in.
Some of us really need to use the bathroom.
-Can you guys take turns going behind the shed? -Behind the shed? Okay.
All right. Great party.
-Okay. Whoo! Okay. -Thank you.
Listen to me. I know this is very sad, and terrifying, and awful,
but we have a dead fucking body--
Her name is Olivia.
[clears throat] Okay.
We have a dead Olivia on our floor right now,
and we got a ton of fucking guests outside ready to party.
We have to do something.
Yeah, okay, I'll , uh... I'll go tell 'em the wedding's off.
No, you can't do that.
-[Nathan] Tory! -What?
I just killed somebody. I need spousal privilege
so Matt can't be compelled to testify against me.
-[Ava] Wh-- -And...
unless you wanna go to prison,
you're gonna need that from me too.
She's right.
I guess we're getting married.
Oh, my God. [breathes deeply]
Okay, all right. Kids, listen up.
Each of you are going to do exactly...
what the fuck I say.
I will create a diversion.
-[Ava grunts] -[water spraying]
-Hey. -[Ava] Tory and Matt,
you get rid of the guests.
Make sure you journal about this, okay?
Thanks.
[Ava] Nathan and I will clear the way.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Jesus Christ! Couldn't you just say that the house was flooded?
This gives us an excuse to tear up the floorboards.
You wanna put a rug over the bloodstain and call it a day?
I gotta say, I marry a lot of people...
and animals.
But you two truly have what it takes to go the distance.
[Ava] I'll handle the childcare situation.
Hey, Serena, could you keep Jack a few more hours?
It's really crazy over here. You're a lifesaver.
And that leaves the body situation.
Well, Matt, if there was ever a "you" job...
[Matt] I don't think I wanna do this.
I don't even know if I can.
You're doing it, and I'm helping you.
Hey, look at that, an extra set of hands to help you bury a body.
That's gotta feel like a luxury.
Hey. Hey, sweetie, I'm just, uh... checking on you.
How are you feeling?
Like I crossed a line I can never come back from.
[sighs] I know. It's okay. We're gonna figure this out.
I can't imagine what your brain is going through now. But I promise you...
-[phone dings] -...it is gonna be okay. And I-- Oh, my God.
The Nextdoor mom brigade just spotted Olivia's car.
"...outside some shitty house in Mar Vista."
[suspenseful music playing]
[gasps] We're the shitty house in Mar Vista. Fuck!
Stay right there. It's gonna be okay. Just hold on.
Should we put her in the back of your truck?
No. Let's take your Jeep. We're gonna need the four-wheel drive.
[Ava] Wait. Stop!
Drop her. Unwrap her. I gotta get something.
You're kidding me, right?
I know you're traumatized, and I really feel for you.
But right now, I need you to put on the dead lady's jacket,
drive her car back to her house,
so the neighborhood moms don't call the cops on us
and send us all to jail.
[suspenseful music continues]
[engine starts]
-[coyote yips] -[shovel clanks]
[Nathan panting]
[Matt] Hey, uh...
Hey, Nathan, I actually wanna say a few words.
[clears throat]
Yeah, so, do you mind?
This hole's gonna take forever to dig.
I think we can spare a minute.
-Okay. -Thank you.
Um...
[exhales]
You know, I actually proposed to her in a park just like this.
She loved nature.
She... said it gave her space to think.
Peace, I guess. And...
Well, she's gonna have plenty of that now.
Well said.
Uh, I wasn't actually finished, so...
[shovel thuds forcefully]
[breathlessly] Are you kidding me?
All the shit you said about her? All the horrible things you said about her,
and now you wanna... you wanna act like the grieving widower?
I am the grieving widower.
-Fuck you! -Fuck you!
All right, look, buddy, let's just cool off, okay?
Let's just back off.
No. I'm not scared of you anymore.
Because this is all a lie.
Everything you do is a lie.
-You manipulated me. -Sure.
You manipulated Ava. You manipulated Tory.
It's all bullshit. I'm fucking done.
Fuck you. Fuck you!
You're fucking done? You're fucking done?
[panting]
Fuck, Nathan.
Stay the-stay the fuck down.
I don't wanna hurt you. Nathan, I'm fucking warning you.
-[grunts] -Nathan!
[grunts]
You think I wanted to do that?
What the fuck is this?
I'm calling you on all your bullshit.
Where are you right now?
What are you doing?
You're burying a body.
["Night" by Daniel Spaleniak playing]
You're right.
I'm done with you.
I'm done with all this.
Where are you going?
Nathan, you're just as fucking guilty as I am.
What are you gonna do, turn me in?
[dejected] Do whatever you want.
I don't care anymore.
[engine starts]
[song continues]
* Quiet How quiet is the night? *
[phone line ringing]
-[Tory on phone] Hey. -Hey. How's it going with the car? You okay?
[Tory] Yeah, it's done. I got an Uber back home.
Wow. You're home already? That was really fast.
[Tory] Just wanted to get it done.
Know what? You should not be alone tonight. So can you come back here and...
-I'm good. -[Ava] Okay, listen,
I know tonight was scary, and awful, and all the things,
but it's gonna be okay. Matt and Nathan are taking care of everything right now.
And, um, soon, life's gonna go back to normal, all right?
Normal life. We're gonna put all this behind us. It's gonna be okay.
Normal life is over for me now.
I don't like your tone. Are-- [sighs]
You're really freaking me out.
[Tory] I'm just tired.
Um, th-thank you for looking out for me tonight.
Of course. I will always look out for you, okay?
And I... I am so proud of you.
I mean, you were so brave and...
I saw a side of you I've never seen before. It was like--
Ave, hey, look, you really gotta let me go, okay?
I'm exhausted. Um...
Good night.
[phone disconnects]
[sighs]
["Night" continues]
[boards clattering]
[Ava sighs]
Oh, my God. What happened?
-[door slams shut] -I did it.
I told Matt off. We got into a fight.
I called him out on all his bullshit.
Wait. What? Really? You got in a fight?
-Holy shit! Are you okay? -I feel great.
Wow, babe. If our lives weren't in total shambles and pretty much over,
I'd be really turned on right now.
Sidenote, Tory is not doing well. I'm very concerned.
Of course not. She's been under his spell for so long.
You shoulda heard him out there, the way he was talking about Olivia,
like-like he actually cared. He was a regular Gary Oldman.
Yeah, but-- Wait. Gary Oldman?
Yeah. He was putting on a great performance.
You don't... like Gary Oldman?
No. He's my favorite. I fucking love Gary Oldman.
-"Dracula." Yeah. -"Air Force One." Geez.
-"Sid and Nancy." -Oh, my God.
Then he did an episode of "Friends."
The drama, the comedy. What can't Gary Oldman do? Oh!
That's my point. I don't think Matt was actually putting on a performance.
I think he's upset about Olivia.
That was the mother of his child, don't forget. [splutters]
And Tory... I mean, she killed someone.
This is heavy shit.
She just needs time to process it.
She needs time away from Matt.
-We all do. -No shit.
That's why I left him there to clean up his own fucking mess.
That's good. Wait. What? You did what?
You left Matt alone in the woods with a dead body?
-Yeah. -You left a corpse in the woods, covered in our DNA,
and the only person that can take care of shit is a sociopathic killer,
who you told to fuck off?
And punched in the face.
[suspenseful music playing]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[indistinct chatter in distance]
Fuck.
-Fuck! -Just stop pacing around. You look really obvious.
-What are we gonna do? -You need to calm down.
I'm calm.
What are we gonna do?
-Just let me think. -Yeah. Think.
-You know what? Give me your jacket. -What? Why?
Because Olivia got away with anything and walked in anywhere
in a windbreaker, and they believed her. I'm gonna do the same thing.
Walk down there with confidence, wear your windbreaker, look like--
No, absolutely not. You are not going down there and impersonating a fucking cop.
Are you out of your mind?
You got a better idea?
[police chatter in distance]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
-[chatter] -[police radio chatter]
[helicopter blades thumping]
Shit.
[clears throat]
[sighs]
Doesn't get easier no matter how many times you see it.
Yep.
[sighs]
They ID the vic yet?
Not yet.
But, uh...
we know. It's another Copycat Killer victim.
Yes, this is obviously the Copycat Killer.
-That's right. That's very for sure. -Mm-hmm.
Especially since they found another cipher surrounding the body.
-Cipher? -Mm-hmm.
-A cipher here? Around this body? -Yeah.
[quietly] Oh, my God. You fucking asshole. Are you kidding me?
Mmm.
What agency are you with?
Oh.
That's a... That's a good question.
Special Victims Unit Mountain Division.
[grunts] I solve a lot of mountain crimes.
They call me in for this sort of thing. This is my...
[splutters] Yeah. God, my boss is actually calling. Yes, sir?
Oh, my God. Another hiker fell off the mountain. I'm gonna have to go.
Yeah, okay, sir. I'm coming in now.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Nathan] So, Matt's communicating with the Copycat Killer?
-Why? -I have no idea.
But you were right. We have to wash our hands of him.
We've been given a gift. They're gonna pin this on the Copycat Killer,
and we're gonna be off the hook again.
We can't worry about Matt's next move.
We gotta worry about ours.
-[phone dings] -[Ava] Hi, Fluffle...
[sighs] ...if there are any of you left out there.
I know most of you hate me or... think I'm a fraud.
The truth is you're not wrong. I'm not Murder-Bunny.
I mean, I am,
but I-- it's not what defines me.
I have a murder-baby and a murder-hubby.
I mean, I have a family,
a family that loves me,
despite the danger I put 'em in with this... addiction. [sighs]
'Cause that's what true crime is, right, for people like you and me.
[sighs] I claim to be about exposing the truth,
righting wrongs, solving crime, blah, blah,
but this was about wanting to feel special...
[voice breaking] ...to feel like I was somebody.
But to the people that matter most... [sniffs]
...I already was. [sniffs]
Anyway, thanks for coming along for the ride.
Signing off now.
Forever.
[phone beeps]
[Nathan] That was brave.
Well, I had to do something.
I'm proud of you.
And now, we can focus on our family, our marriage.
How about starting right now?
I-is that...
kinda disrespectful?
Oh, after all the things we've done,
is that where you wanna draw the line in the sand?
-I do not. -Hmm.
Come here.
So... you're friends with my mom?
[Tory] Yep. She's... She is my good friend.
That's why you have her car?
Mm-hmm. Yep, she leant it to me.
For today.
That's weird. I thought my grandma was picking me up.
Well, maybe she just wanted to surprise you.
Well, I do like surprises.
[laughing] Yeah, me too.
Me too.
[Nathan chuckling]
That was nice.
Yeah, it was.
[phone dings repeatedly]
-You need to get that? -It's the Fluffle.
You know, I put a mirror up to their own bullshit addiction, so they're freaking out.
-It's gonna be fine. It'll go away soon. -[dinging continues]
That's impressive, babe.
-But they're really blowing you up. -Yeah, I know.
-Okay. -[phone dings]
[gasps]
[dramatic musical sting]
-Oh, my God. -Hmm?
The-the filter must have glitched. They saw my face.
Now they're doxing me.
What? They can't dox you. I won't let them.
What's doxing again?
Trolls are leaking our information.
Oh, my God. "Ava Bartlett, 37. Married to Nathan."
Oh, my God. They Google Mapped our house.
Shit. "Ava Bartlett, we know this is where you live
with your baby and your... douchey husband."
-[Ava gasps] -"Good luck sleeping tonight."
No. This isn't trolling. It's a death threat.
We have to get out of here. Now.
[Ava] Serena, you are such a lifesaver. Thank you.
We will be there to get Jack in 20, okay?
-[Serena] Ava, they're saying you're Murder-Bunny on TikTok. -TikTok?
I don't... No, I don't think so.
-We're going through the mountains. -[Serena] Ava?
-[imitates static] I gotta go. Bye. -[beeps]
[sighs] God, I hate lying.
What's going on at Airbnb? Did you find anything?
-How come all these places have billiard rooms? -All right, babe,
-it's a temporary safe house. Nothing flashy. Come on. -Right.
Although, Bing Crosby's place in Palm Springs is listed here.
It's kind of a steal.
How long has he been there?
Bing? I'm pretty sure he's dead.
Not Bing. This Range Rover behind us.
I saw it, like, 10 blocks ago, and now it's back.
It's fine. That's how traffic works.
Oh, thank you. Really. But no, I think he's following us.
Babe, I love you. I think you're being paranoid. Everything's cool.
-No one's following us. -You're right. Who could be following us?
Oh, I know. Matt, the Copycat Killer, thousands of angry TikTok fans,
-anyone that knows what we did to Olivia. -You're right. You're right.
Someone could be following us.
You know what? I'm gonna find out.
-[tires screech] -[suspenseful music playing]
Shit. Someone's definitely following us.
Okay, hang on.
-[tires screech] -[exclaims]
-[tires screeching] -[both screaming]
[tires screeching]
-Whoa. Oh, my God. Okay. -Okay. Okay, turn in here.
-Turn. Turn. -Okay. Hold on.
[tires screeching]
-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! -Oh, my God!
[tires screech]
-Yes! -I can't believe I just did that!
-Fuckers! -Holy shit!
-Whoa! Stop! Stop! Stop! -Okay. Okay, okay.
[tires screech]
-Back it up. Back the car up. -Okay, I'm trying.
-Back it up. Back it up. -Oh, my God. I can't. They're coming right at us.
Oh, shit.
[gentle music playing over sound system]
[Ollie] Daddy!
[Matt] Ollie?
Hey, buddy.
I'm happy to see you.
But, uh, what are you doing here?
Mom's friend wanted to surprise you.
Did it work? Are you surprised?
Y-yeah. Yeah, I'm really surprised, buddy.
She did not tell me anything.
[Tory] Ollie, you hungry? Wanna get something?
Order whatever you want.
[suspenseful music playing]
Who the hell is that? Stalkers, FBI, your psycho TikTok fans?
[gasps] Worse.
Podcasters.
Ava and Nathan Bartlett?
It's so funny running into you two here!
Hey, do you guys wanna come on our podcast? 'Cause we're such huge fans.
Well, then send a fruit basket. Don't roll up on us down an alleyway.
Okay, just hold on. Normally, in any other circumstance,
I would literally die to be on a "Sisters in Crime" podcast.
I mean, this is blowing my mind.
I am... I am a huge fan.
But seriously, what the hell? But... big fan.
Oh, really? Because you haven't purchased any of our bumper stickers.
I don't see our hoodies or our travel mugs.
Listen, I know you're after Murder-Bunny.
Guess what. That's not me anymore. I've put that behind me.
-It's behind her. It's done. -So, it's over. It's done. We've moved on.
Honey, we don't give a shit about Murder-Bunny.
Yeah, by the way, terrible name.
-Really? -[Romy] So first-thought.
We're here to talk about "Based on a True Story."
[dramatic music playing]
-Based on a... -Based on what?
-...a True... -"Based on a True Story" is you.
One of our many fans is a linguistics professor.
And he found undeniable similarities
between their intro and Murder-Bunny's speech patterns.
This is "Based on a True Story."
[distorted voice] "Get a life. Don't take a life." Good advice in general.
And here is Murder-Bunny.
[Ava] Get a life. Don't take a life. Find a hobby or something.
[Ava groans]
Okay. [sighs] So what do you want?
What everyone wants, content.
Record a voice-distorted interview with us as "Based on a True Story"
and remain anonymous,
or we'll reveal your identities
and let the police deal with you.
Fine. Where do you wanna do this?
Get in the Rover.
Let's roll.
-[Nathan] Is this necessary? -[Ava] Come on!
We just want you guys to feel comfortable
and know that nobody's going anywhere. You guys look like runners.
We'll play your little game with your little zip ties, all right?
But first, can you give me my phone? I need to call my sitter.
-Can you take these off for a second? -I'm so sorry. No.
[Romy] So we're gonna go ahead and get set up,
but do you guys want anything while you wait? Topo Chico with a straw?
How 'bout you let us go and stop blackmailing us?
No can do-skies. Mama needs a new hot tub. [giggles]
-Okay, BRB. -See you guys soon.
-Let's have fun out there. -Yeah, just stay loose.
-It's a conversation. That's all. -Yeah. Between friends.
[door closes]
-Joke's on them. -[Ava] Why?
There's a pound of shit in every hot tub.
You might wanna get serious here,
'cause this could be the end of us as we know it.
[Nathan] They don't care about us. All they care about is likes.
We'll give 'em a couple soundbites and get the fuck outta here.
You're right. It's just a life-and-death podcast.
It's not real. It's not really life and death.
-Although, these feel real. They're really tight. -They are real.
-Are yours tight? -They're zip ties.
They didn't really put 'em on there.
We're just gonna give 'em the greatest hits, Westside Ripper,
-and then they'll let us go before you know it. -All right. Yeah.
-We're gonna get 'em focused on Matt. -Exactly.
Get 'em off our fucking backs. Then we can lay low for a while.
Get this shit behind us.
I have to say, they're being a bit dramatic,
but we're in the "Sisters in Crime" recording studio!
Bucket list moment!
-Can we get on with it? -Yeah.
-Okay, are you ready? -Yeah.
All right, guys. We're ready.
[suspenseful music playing]
[distorted voice] Hello, "Based on a True Story."
I've been dying to meet you.
Or should I say "killing to meet you"?
This is the Copycat Killer.
And in case you haven't figured it out yet...
you're my next victims.
[suspenseful music intensifies]
["Howl" by Lucy Kruger & the Lost Boys playing]
* Technically, I don't have the truth *
* I don't know what to tell you I don't know what to tell you *
* I'm on the fence *
* Of everything I've done *
* And everything I've ever said *
* I don't wanna regret *
* Never making a mess Of this Sunday dress *
* I'm on the fence *
* I wanna scream *
* You're beautiful *
* I wanna be useful *
[song ends]