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[footsteps approaching]
[washing machine whirring]
All the machines are taken.
What are you doing?
Get your own.
[grunts]
[phone rings]
SARAH: This is Sarah. You know what to do.
[phone beeps]
RIAN: Hey, babe. Please just call me back. Okay?
I, I really miss you and just please call me back.
Okay? Please? [smooches]
Hey, Sarah.
I got insurance tickets for Christmas.
I know how much you love it and I figured what better way to rekindle
that we're going to a concert you love?
[phone beeps]
Sarah, it's been forever, okay?
Just shoot me a text or something.
I just wanna know you're okay.
[phone beeps]
Remember that time we went to Limp Bizkit
and I ended up puking everywhere and on your new shoes?
[laughs]
- Please call me back. -[phone beeps]
Sarah, are you fucking kidding me?
It takes 30 seconds to answer, okay?
-This is getting ridiculous. -[phone beeps]
You know what?
Ed Sheeran's not even that good.
Actually, he sucks, and so, does your taste in music.
-[phone beeps] - Babe, I'm so sorry. Please take me back.
Ed's the best in the world. Okay. I didn't mean it.
-I promise I'll never do that again. -[phone beeps]
VOICE RECORD: When you have finished recording,
-you may hang up or press 1 for more options. -[phone beep]
[reception bell]
[chiming continues]
EMILY: No! Give it back! I hate you!
[loud thudding]
Is everything okay?
Stupid machine ate my money.
[sighs]
[machine beeps]
[clanking]
RIAN: Here.
I...
I'm not allowed to take money from strangers.
[machine beeps]
Fuck. This is bullshit.
Yoshimi is so OP!
Best out of 15.
I should probably, like,
check-in and call my agent
and write that thing, I got paid for.
Sorry.
Welcome.
What brings you to the Claiborne?
Self-isolating.
I'm actually a writer.
Me too. What do you write?
Got a deadline due in a week, and girlfriend just dumped me.
Just needed some distance from it all, you know?
Sarah ghosted me anyway.
So, it's not like there was really much closure, you know?
But it's kind of weird wishing that we had, like,
a screaming match, so that I could, like,
workshop my personality or something, you know?
-We'll just need a credit card. -Oh, yeah.
[footsteps]
Just, uh, looking for my room.
Why are you following me?
I'm not.
You literally are.
It's creepy.
I'm just looking for my room, the same as you.
Okay.
So, where's your fucking room?
Ah, 2-- 226.
Back there. We passed it.
Would it be creepy if the roles were rehearsed?
No. So, call me creep.
Don't take offense to my self-preservation skills, creep.
Yeah. Good luck with those.
ZACH: I don't know who you're talking to on your phone.
-BRANDY: Who am I talking to? -ZACH: In your, in your phone.
You're just like,
I take you and whoever I feel fucking.
And whoever I'm calling.
BRANDY: Yeah. ZACH: Okay.
ZACH: I am not cheating on you.
BRANDY: All you do is lie.
ZACH: Oh, I guess I'm gonna pay for that too?
BRANDY: Yes. Get out!
ZACH: Hit me!
Hit me one more time?
Is everything okay in there?
ZACH: You got something you wanna say, motherfucker?
You wanna add to the conversation?
Open the door, bitch.
Let's talk.
We can talk all night.
I see you.
Fucking pussy.
[phone ringing]
Hey. Hi, Ruthie.
RUTHIE: Rian, baby. My star.
You finally made it up. How's the room?
For a horror writing, it's perfect.
[moaning]
BRANDY: Yes.
[rustling]
[bag thuds]
[upbeat music]
[upbeat music continues]
[sighs]
water rushing]
[grunts]
[man straining]
Hello?
Respond.
Dude, respond.
If you don't respond, I'm gonna Narcan you.
Do you want me to Narcan you?
[keyboard clanking]
Are you okay?
[rapid exhales and inhales]
What's your name?
-Dan. -Dan.
Stay with me, Dan. Stay with me.
What did you do?
You are dying. You are about to die.
-You are overjoyed. -Why?
-[Dan panting] -Hey. Hey. Stay with me.
-[panting] -[taps]
Thanks.
What's your full name, Dan?
Stover.
Dan Stover.
You're good people.
Okay.
You're gonna be okay, but you're not out of the woods.
I gotta bring you to an ambulance.
[keyboard tapping]
I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Are you okay?
Hm?
That guy you helped, that was a lot to deal with.
You must be upset.
Yeah. It's kind of my job.
We want our guests to feel secure,
but it can be hard with so many transients coming through.
I'm kind of a transient right now.
WOMAN ON TV: Hector Allen Darbes
wanted for three counts each of murder,
rape, and sexual abuse of a corpse.
If you have any information as to Mr. Darbes's whereabouts,
please inform your local authorities.
The suspect is six feet tall...
He was my mailman.
...brown hair and brown eyes.
NAJA: He's been all over the news...
with a 25,000-dollar reward.
You should leave a tip.
I called the cops, like, six times.
Does that count?
NAJA: Should.
He's the reason I'm up here.
He would send me other people's packages.
And when I called him on it,
he started trying to talk all the time.
Just knocking up.
So, I made a complaint.
And they rerouted him.
And he started sending me these weird...
letters.
By the end of it, he was breaking into my house.
Just...
opening the door and leaving it unlocked.
That's terrifying.
I just want him to leave me the fuck alone.
Did you get a restraining order?
He threw a brick through my window because of that.
NAJA: At least they're looking for him now.
Hm.
Yeah.
All it took was three murders.
Just ring me for a room.
NAJA: Hey.
I'm sorry if what I said didn't come out right.
It's okay.
I don't make a lot of friends up here.
People come and go.
I make small talk.
Other than that,
words can be tricky.
It's fine, really.
What I should have said is...
I'm sorry you had to go through all that.
If he's the reason you're up here,
-I'm not charging your card. -No. No.
I'm not trying to get out of paying for a room.
-Okay? -NAJA: No.
It's not about that.
I...
My husband...
he was kind of a tyrant.
It's already costing you more than I'm willing to charge.
I know.
I appreciate that.
I don't always say the right thing,
but I do it when I can.
[keyboard tapping]
[grunts, coughs]
Fuck.
This is Sarah. You know what to do.
[phone beeps]
Hey.
I'm, I'm actually at a motel bar.
Ah, I don't know what I was gonna say,
but I started writing again, and I don't know.
I, I based the main character on you, like, loosely.
It's funny, though.
Like, real you isn't really, like...
Oh, shit.
Really, you wasn't hunted by a serial killer that I know of.
Although, that would explain the ghost thing.
VOICE RECORD: When you have finished recording, you may hang up
or press 1 for more options.
Just I wanted to let you know what coup.
And, if you ever wanted to talk, I'd, I'd really appreciate that.
I still love you.
All right.
[suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music continues]
Hello?
Is anybody in here?
Do I need, like, a lifeguard or something?
[light buzzes]
[light switch clicks]
[thuds]
[water sloshes]
[phone rings]
Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to talk.
BOSS: We can talk Monday.
Get some rest. Feel better.
I won't be in Monday.
BOSS: This is what? Four weeks?
KATIE: I'm dealing with something, and I, I just, I need more time.
BOSS: Katie, you remember the girl who had that accident?
The one who was so high that paramedics found her
tugging out her own fibula because she thought
it was a car park poking through her leg?
Zoe?
BOSS: Yeah, Zoe.
It takes a lot for Zoe to show up every day.
And when her addiction counselor
doesn't show for a month,
you know what she's thinking?
If my counselor doesn't care, why should I?
I know.
But...
No, she's thinking,
"My reason for staying alive called out... again."
[door clanks open]
[water sloshes]
What the fuck!
Did somebody take my clothes?
They're not expensive. Okay.
I'm a bargain shopper.
Burlington Coat Factory.
Target. Walmart.
Honestly, there's even some fucking dollar tree in there.
I swear to God, this is gonna take some, I'm gonna fuck you up.
Who the fuck are you asshole?
[straining, grunting]
Sarah!
WOMAN: What brings you to The Clayborn?
[whimpering]
Somebody help me, please!
KATIE: Are you okay?
[panting]
KATIE: Your pupils are predilated.
Yeah. I, I get that a lot.
Sarah.
Sarah Getty.
I'm Katie.
Sorry.
What did you say your name was again?
KATIE: Well, careful. I think you hit your head.
Yeah.
You're Katie Waters.
[panting]
I need to get out of here.
Wait. Where are you going?
[panting]
What is this?
[bottles thud]
[panting]
[breathing heavily]
Jesus, fucking Christ.
[cell phone rings]
Sarah?
RUTHIE: No. It's Ruthie, your agent.
You remember me? Stop thinking with your dick all the time.
Sorry.
I mean, good morning.
RUTHIE: Ah, It's four o'clock.
I couldn't sleep. I had weird dreams all night.
RUTHIE: I hope that doesn't get in the way.
Listen. Let's get down to business.
We finally have a bite on one of your ideas. It's serious.
It won't.
Nightmares give me ideas.
RUTHIE: So, you're gonna have a draft on Monday?
Ruthie, could I pitch you something?
RUTHIE: Sure. As long as it's not stupid as fuck.
What if it wasn't a horror story?
What if it was a romance?
[busy tone]
Hello? Ruthie?
[busy tone continues]
Bitch.
BRANDY: Oh, my god.
ZACH: Yeah.
[clatters]
[keyboard tapping]
BRANDY: Oh, my god, yes.
-[loud moaning] -[keyboard tapping continues]
-[banging] -BRANDY: Oh, Zach. Oh, yeah.
BRANDY: Oh, my god. Right there.
-[banging intensifies] -BRANDY: Yes. Yes.
[bottle clatter]
[moaning loudly]
[banging continues]
[Brandy moaning loudly]
-[moaning continues] -[loud banging]
Oh, my god. Shut the fuck.
Can I get a room change?
Is there a problem with your current room?
Yeah. The, neighbors...
they're indiscreet.
-I can ask them to keep it down. -No.
I mean...
maybe there's another way.
You could upgrade to the Presidential Suite
for 20 more dollars a day.
Is there a chance I could downgrade?
All right.
That's better.
Let me know if I can get you anything else.
Ah. Oh, thanks.
[door closes]
[beeps]
[thuds]
[suspenseful music]
[door clanks open]
[beeps]
[oven beeps]
[phone keypad tone]
[phone chimes]
Fuck.
Oh.
[sighs]
[clatters]
[groans]
[retches]
[retches, coughs]
[keyboard tapping]
[ominous music]
[screams]
WOMAN: No. Oh, my god.
Help!
No!
Somebody help me!
[keys clinking]
[squeals]
Who the fuck are you?
Where did you go?
Did anyone else see that?
A story you wrote came true?
Yes.
Like, in real time, concurrently, as I was writing it.
Listen, I know it sounds insane.
But there's no body.
RIAN: Is there something wrong with this?
NAJA: Sometimes the feed gets choppy.
My husband used to take care of it
when he was still with us.
Where is he now?
Not with us.
That, that, that, that.
What, what was that?
Hard to say.
Oh, it's definitely something.
[telephone ringing]
[ringing continues]
Hello?
NAJA: Katie, This is Naja, the property manager.
Is everything all right?
Yeah. Why?
NAJA: I just wanted to make sure.
There's a guy here talking crazy.
What guy?
NAJA: It's not Hector.
It's probably nothing.
I... Never mind.
Well, whoever it is, I didn't tell anyone where I was going.
So, if he asks, don't tell him I'm here.
No problem.
Seems pretty empty to me.
Look. Over here.
RIAN: It's blood.
That could be from a small animal.
Care to confirm that theory?
Looks like it stopped bleeding.
Let's check her room.
-Check her room? -Yeah.
I saw where she was staying.
RIAN: Let's see if she's there.
That's the room you're talking about?
Listen, I know it sounds crazy.
I spent the whole day thinking it was a fever dream myself,
but let's just knock on her door.
Let's see if she answers.
NAJA: Maybe she's not in.
The lights are on.
She has the right to privacy.
-We should leave. -RIAN: Why are you being so weird?
What don't you want me to know?
[thuds]
That's the Richardson room.
The, the Richardson room?
Years ago, Scott Richardson
brought his family up here on a ski trip.
They checked in, and the next day,
the police found them massacred.
NAJA: All of them, except Scott.
He killed his wife and three children.
But the thing of it, is that, he said he didn't do it.
He said, all he did was write down his intrusive thoughts...
and it all just manifested that way.
What makes the stories come true?
Richardson was a sick fuck who murdered his family
and tried to blame the motel.
You said you're a writer.
Poetry.
Does it ever come true?
[cell phone rings]
Sarah?
RUTHIE: No. It's not Sarah, dipshit.
Ah, you fucking wish.
Sorry.
I was expecting a call from someone else.
What's up?
RUTHIE: You never sent me a rough draft, not even a chapter.
Ruthie...
I don't think I can write anymore.
I met my protagonist. The same name and everything.
RUTHIE: You listen here shit for brains.
I get a producer interested in your work for the first time,
one with pockets, mind you, and this is how you react?
Who's interested?
RUTHIE: It doesn't fucking matter, but it's a big amount.
Enough to get Sarah back.
Let's just say that.
Okay. I'm sorry, but fuck that.
Okay?
I can make it work. I can do this.
RUTHIE: Huh, do not fuck with me.
I can do this. I can make it work.
RUTHIE: Oh, really?
Because a second ago, you thought you were jigsaw.
Listen. I've been sweating credit for, like, a year now.
I moved through three different cities,
and I've quit, like, two day jobs. I can do this.
RUTHIE: Did we just have a breakthrough?
You're not fucking with me, right?
No.
I'm gonna take your advice.
It's my story, and it's time I control it.
[slow rock music]
[slow rock music continues]
[door closes]
[ominous music growing]
Shit.
[panting]
You think he's here at the motel?
I don't know, but it's pretty weird, right?
Definitely.
I don't mean to be dismissive.
-You've been through a lot. -Okay.
But there were, like, hundreds of letters out there.
And look at this. They're all addressed to women.
And look at the date on some of these. I mean, some of these are old.
What do you want me to do about it?
I don't know. Call the cops, get them to sweep the area.
NAJA: It's not that I'm not convinced.
Okay. What about this?
What is it?
A bereavement letter for a missing person.
What if these aren't random?
What if these are his victims?
NAJA: Ortiz.
O-R-T-I-Z.
Okay.
How about...
"Amanda Brown"?
NAJA: Spelled like it sounds.
The police say they don't have any of these names
in their system.
How about Katie Waters?
K-A-T-I-E W-A-T-E-R-S.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
So, that's that?
The police is looking into it.
Where have I heard that before?
[envelopes rustle]
I really don't think you should go.
We don't even know that he's up here.
NAJA: At least here, I can have your back if it turns out he is.
Why should I believe that if you don't believe me?
I do.
But if he wanted you to have those letters,
maybe he wants you to run.
Maybe that's his plan.
His plan is to convince me
that it doesn't matter where I go, or who I tell.
KATIE: Because no one will actually do anything about it,
'cause that's every stalker's plan.
Well, if he followed you here,
he'll follow you there,
wherever there is.
Please don't go.
I'm just grabbing something.
[coughs]
Oh, hey. You helped me out by the pool the other day.
KATIE: Um, yeah. Hi.
I wanted to say, I never got a chance to thank you.
It was nothing.
I, I, I pretty much just diagnosed your concussion
and then let you run away, probably to go to sleep.
I wanted to ask, have you noticed anything weird going on?
Yeah.
Why?
The night I fell...
I think I might have been attacked.
Do you remember what he looks like?
Does it mean anything to you?
More than you'd guess.
So, I'm not crazy.
That serial killer, he's been stalking me...
and tormenting me.
And now I guess he's noticed you too.
Holy shit.
Yeah. Sorry about that.
We should call the cops.
Yeah. I've tried that a few times.
Well, we can't just do nothing.
I wasn't planning on it.
What do you have in mind?
This place is ancient.
I think this section's been closed off for a while.
You really think he'll be here?
KATIE: Makes sense.
I mean...
it's pretty close.
And you wouldn't have to check-in.
RIAN: True.
He could maneuver the grounds pretty well too.
Or begin?
Here's good.
[door thuds, creaks]
Safe to say he's not in this one?
What do we do if we find him?
Be ready.
[thunder rumbling]
KATIE: I recognize that.
Some of the gifts he sent me.
I threw it out.
RIAN: Whatever it is,
it smells rancid.
Lights out.
KATIE: You wanna tussle, motherfucker?
Do it. Open the door, right here!
No. That's what he wants!
He wants to fuck around and find out.
Good. Let him.
No. It's a trap.
He wants you to go out there.
Let me go!
It's not worth it.
I know!
Let... me... go.
[thudding]
You leave me something?
Fuck you!
Get your refund, asshole.
Mint condition, never opened.
[breathes heavily]
KATIE: Thanks for that back there.
RIAN: Are you kidding?
That was all you.
No. I mean, sometimes,
I just wanna get it over with, whatever it is.
I was lucky I had someone to pull me back, so, thanks.
I don't know.
I feel like I could have done more. He was right there.
You were fine.
What now?
I can't stay here.
You could stay in my room.
No, I mean the motel.
If you're gonna head out, you could at least let me walk you to your car.
Okay. Sure.
Perfect. I just gotta run to the bathroom quick.
[keyboard tapping]
No. No. No.
No.
Fucking shit ass bitch. No!
No. No. No.
Oh, my god. He slashed my fucking tires.
Fuck. Fuck.
What the fuck did he do to my car?
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
Fuck me.
Fuck.
I know. It's really fucked up.
I do know a place we could go.
So, what do you think?
At least there's people around.
-Not great people, but... -Hm.
There's only one bed.
I'll sleep on the floor.
I was thinking, ah, whatever was in that package,
it smelled like rancid meat.
I doubt it was pork.
Exactly.
If it was, like, human remains or something, we could use that.
People would take it seriously.
Whatever it is, I'm not opening it.
Why not?
Because fuck him. That's why.
-I know. But... -No.
No. You don't.
[sighs] Because...
no one feels entitled to your attention
or your body or your whole fucking existence.
God, I have spent so much of my time adjusting my life.
He can fuck himself with a fucking chainsaw.
ZACH: Shut the fuck up.
-Stay out of it, man. -I wasn't talking to you, dickhead.
ZACH: Funny how it works out one way for you and another for me.
Get fucked.
ZACH: You wanna bark like that all night?
Careful, bitch.
You won't get no pussy pass for me.
Equal rights, equal fights.
-Oh, my god. -Oh.
This is the last fucking conversation we ever had.
-You understand me? -Yeah, man.
WOMAN: Oh, my god. Are you okay?
Jesus Christ.
I hope that wasn't too much.
No. No.
If you're gonna do it, that's the way you do it.
I can get the lights if you're tired.
I'm not tired.
I, I didn't think you would be.
Get him anyways.
[cell phone vibrates]
How am I gonna write you out of this?
[smooches]
You're literally me, dude.
Katie?
What's going on?
RIAN: We can write the future however we want.
-KATIE: I trust you. -What what's going on?
KATIE: You should come in.
RIAN: Help me.
Somebody help me.
Do you trust me? I don't know.
KATIE: You should come in.
Come on, Rian.
The water's warm.
Come on, Rian.
You should come in.
-[squelches] -[screaming]
Katie?
Sarah?
No!
[crying]
RIAN: Somebody help me!
I'm sorry.
No.
-[phone chimes] -[panting]
[cell phone rings]
Ruthie?
RUTHIE: Oh, wow. You got it right for once.
Now, where the fuck is my draft, Rian?
RIAN: Yeah. Give me a second.
[groans] One second.
Ruthie, why the fuck did you leave a million text messages all freaking out?
RUTHIE: Because today's the day and my inbox is still empty.
Relax, okay? I'll have everything over to you by tonight.
[footsteps approaching]
[keyboard tapping]
MAN: I never said you'd be alone.
For what it's worth, this has nothing to do with you.
Did you change your mind?
It's okay if you wanna get it over with.
[man exhales]
Oh, my god.
[chuckles] It's just you.
I think I know where to find him.
I just gotta grab something first.
[breathes heavily]
[screams]
-RIAN: It's okay. -Here is the...
RIAN: It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
If he's in there, I need you to go ham with that bear mace.
Spray the whole damn fucking can. I don't care.
Don't worry. I'll burn his fucking lungs out.
Whoa. Whoa. Don't touch them, fingerprints.
RIAN: Holy fuck. I've never been this close to a dead body before.
Don't freak out. Don't freak out.
She'll lick your pussy. She'll lick your pussy.
KATIE: Come on. He'll be back any second.
This isn't right.
No shit.
I didn't write this. I didn't write this.
KATIE: There he is. I see you, motherfucker!
Hurry your ass up!
RIAN: Wait!
Hey. What are you doing?
Stop. Slow down.
Hey. Oh, darn. The brick's are fucking heavy.
Yeah.
I'm not gonna let you get yourself killed.
That's mine.
There's a right fucking way to do this and the wrong one.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Emily. Emily.
Oh, you, have you seen my girl?
Look, you can just forget about last night.
Okay? I, I just...
It was really unwarranted you coming in like that,
but I could really use your help right now
because I've been looking everywhere,
but I can't find her.
I don't understand.
KATIE: It's a lot to process.
We should go look for her.
We can help her.
We already found her.
Well, that could've, was probably somebody else.
Her father has her.
Oh, I know it.
I knew that piece of shit would come back.
He's got her right now, he's, he's taking her to his parents'.
He's...
Is there anything that she always has on her?
A keepsake?
BRANDY: Her phone.
KATIE: Anything else that we could identify her by,
that, if she doesn't have her phone on her?
BRANDY: It's an Irish ring with two hands holding a heart with a crown.
For love, friendship, and loyalty.
I'll go.
Go where?
I'll go get the pictures. Okay?
RUTHIE: Where's the goddamn draft, Rian?
Things got a little out of pocket, okay? But I'm handling it.
RUTHIE: What are you doing right now?
I'm writing.
RUTHIE: It sounds like you're walking.
I'm casting out a fucking plot hole, okay? Leave me alone.
[thuds]
I'm sorry.
I didn't write this.
KATIE: Here.
Thanks.
Is she still there?
I don't think there's anything we can do at this point.
I know, but,
we can't just leave her there.
I'm looking for her, and I'm finding her.
And I'm gonna take her away from this place.
[gasping]
Don't bullshit me. I need to understand why this is happening.
I told you it's a story.
Richardson made all that shit up.
Naja, I wrote that the cell towers went down
and I wrote that the bridge collapsed.
I even wrote all those steps,
but I didn't write that girl
and now it's like it's writing itself.
Why the fuck am I losing control?
Maybe the story has its own wealth.
I didn't do this.
He did it on his own. Yeah.
NAJA: What else did he do on his own?
I need to go back to my laptop.
"Chapter one."
"Katie Waters was nice to Hector Allen Darbes once."
"And he never forgave her for it."
What the fuck?
Hello, police. Yes.
There's a guest here, Rian Burman.
-He killed-- -Naja you're a fucking liar.
"If she'd just opened his letters,
she'd have known that every gift
he'd left her was a heart from someone she loved,
decorated in teeth,
and that he'd keep doing it
until she gave him the attention he deserved."
I'm not gonna kill you. I'm not gonna kill you.
I'm not gonna kill you. Okay?
I'm just gonna leave you here. I'm just gonna leave you here.
I'm just leaving you here. I'm just leaving you here.
Stop it.
Now, I already gave your name to the police.
They'll be here within the hour.
No, they won't. Okay? Now, the roads and the bridge down.
Okay? He'll kill her by then.
I wrote a poem once about my husband
driving our lives into the ditch with this business,
about a car crash,
about him burning alive,
restrained in the fire.
That doesn't sound like a fucking coincidence.
I didn't think so.
Not at first.
But I spent years feeling guilty.
A murderer's guilt.
Why?
Because I wrote a poem?
The only thing I did was speak my truth.
I didn't kill him.
Stop fucking lying to me.
You're wrong.
I'm sorry.
-Stay here. -RIAN: But you're wrong.
Stay here.
NAJA: It'll be better for you in the long run!
[door opens and closes]
NAJA: He tied me up.
He, he's gonna hurt somebody.
Can you untie me, please?
He, he was here a minute ago.
He's gonna hurt somebody. I just need some help.
I called the police.
Are you just gonna stand here? [groans]
I got the pictures.
Where's Brandy?
What the fuck is this?
I, I think I mentioned I'm a writer.
"His love was a war of attrition."
"He'd show her what he was capable of."
-[thuds] -[clatters]
What the fuck is this shit, Rian?
It's iambic pentameter.
This is my trauma.
This is my life.
Why the fuck is it in your computer under your name?
You're a character in my story.
I've been trying to help you. I was never gonna let anything bad happen to you.
You need to stay the fuck away from me.
Listen, I'm sorry. Okay? I know I should have told you earlier. Okay?
You're insane.
Tonight, Hector is gonna get you,
and I need to be with you when that happens.
No!
Do you have any fucking idea what you just did?
RIAN: And the stalker wasn't far behind.
[suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music continues]
[heavy breathing]
Fuck?
STALKER: You're gonna have to get a lot closer
if you wanna use that.
You remember your patient Zoey from, from the clinic?
She really missed you the past couple of days.
[screams]
Fuck you!
[whimpering]
-[rapid breathing] -[grunting]
Stalker couldn't have found it on.
Wasn't that Katie would have help.
[grunting]
Take me in my fucking room.
STALKER: It's so hard.
I never did.
Change your mind.
You know, it's your turn.
Fuck you.
STALKER: Come on. I'm gonna get some teeth.
That'll give you some time to sober up and really think.
I mean, really think about it.
[choking]
[slow music playing]
Don't worry. I'm here.
[grunting]
[choking]
What are you doing? Get off of him. You're gonna kill him.
I thought we had an understanding.
If you really believe that you could learn to love me,
I think you could.
And you're gonna have to prove it.
Brandy?
What are you doing here?
Come on. We get--
[gasps]
She's not going anywhere.
[panting]
[exhales] Oh.
I'm giving you a chance.
Do you still want it?
What do you need me to do?
Just want you to get in.
STALKER: All the way in.
I want you to soak with them.
I want you to remember them if you ever think of leaving.
[chuckles]
Now, go under.
[thuds, splashes]
[panting]
[screams]
You drown in their fucking blood!
Not me!
NAJA: Oh, good.
RIAN: You're okay.
Let's get you somewhere safe.
I'm so proud of you.
You finished the story.
That you put me through.
I know.
And it was wrong, but I'm gonna make it up to you.
Do you trust me?
I trust you.
KATIE: What did you think was gonna happen between us, Rian?
Like I said, we can have any future we want.
Literally, any future we want.
KATIE: I'm not just going to forget everything.
Could you just be quiet for, like, two minutes?
I'm almost done.
[keyboard tapping]
Rian types.
Nah.
[screams]
What the fuck.
[gasps]
[straining]
I can change.
I don't want you to change.
Please write me however you want.
I don't want anyone you could ever be.
But I do want you to feel it.
[screaming]
["Miss Lonely" playing]
* I need to know *
* I need to know just What you're looking for *
* And how you're gonna find That it isn't me *
* You're looking for *
* You're looking for someone To pick you up *
* And sweep you off your feet *
* Lonely Going out again tonight *
* Searching for someone like You did last week, last week *
* Oh, no, at least You're tryin' *
* I kinda like the way You waste your time *
* Don't go chasin' everybody *
* You need to look A little closer *
* Maybe you can find me *
* I'm the one You're looking for *
* I can be there In a heart beat *
* No need to worry anymore *
* Your lonely days are over *
* Lonely, lonely Days are over *
* You're making through it *
* You see that Everyone was right about *
* The love of finding you *
* Yes, it's true *
* And I can do it *
* I could be everything You'd ever need *
* And sweep you off your feet *
* Lonely, going out Again tonight *
* Searching for someone like You did last week, last week *
* Oh, no, at least You're tryin' *
* I kinda like the way You waste your time! *
* Don't go chasin' everybody *
* You need to look A little closer *
* Maybe you can find me *
* I'm the one You're looking for *
* I can be there In a heart beat *
* No need to worry anymore *
* Your lonely days are over *
* Lonely, lonely Days are over *
[music ends]