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[ominous music]
[muffled screams]
[music continues]
[beeping]
[woman grunts]
[whimpers]
[cries]
[squelching]
And, bam, just like that,
Beverly Stevens was the first victim of a serial killer
who would go on to murder six other women.
Friends later recalled that Beverly suspected
her new boyfriend was dangerous, and sources say
he had the classic five traits of a serial killer.
Say them with me now.
He was charming, manipulative,
narcissistic, controlling,
and had a complete lack of empathy.
I can't help but think that if she had used
anIf I Go Missingjournal like this one...
you can store all of your personal information,
pass codes for social media, personal notes,
suspects, hair, blood, DNA samples, fingerprints.
Beverly Stevens may not only have saved her own life,
but the lives of six other women as well.
[instrumental music]
"You suck."
Nice. Very clever.
[knocking on door]
Um...
I'm @SloanetheSleuth.
And remember, fear is a tool that can save your life.
Mom...
no, you can't just barge in when I'm live.
I didn't. I knocked.
And I asked you to come downstairs
ten minutes ago. So stop playing around.
I am not playing around.
-I am working. -Okay. You live under my roof.
-You live by my rules. -...autonomy and privacy.
Do not take that tone with me.
-I'll be right down. -[Jessica] Oh, look at that.
There's my daughter.
[Sloane] I can't believe it's been two years.
I'll never stop searching.
I miss you, Katie.
-You want some eggs? -Uh, yes, please.
-Uh, three. Thank you. -Okay.
-Good morning, sweetheart. -Hey.
-Coffee? -Oh, yeah.
You read my mind. Thanks.
Working on your FlickMo this morning.
[Sloane] Yes. Okay.
So this woman, Beverly Stevens,
she was dating a guy
who ended up slicing her open from navels--
Sloane, Sloane, Sloane, Sloane.
What? She was practically our age.
It could happen to any of us, really.
Okay, sweetie, tell your aunt and your cousin
the good news.
Oh, what's that?
Uh, my sociology professor agreed to write
the recommendation for my graduate study program.
Oh, congratulation!
Well, all that hard work is paying off.
So are you gonna go and celebrate?
There's that new bar on Robin Street.
-I hear it's the new hotspot. -Well, I don't know about that.
-Robin Street gets rowdy. -Don't worry about it.
Aunt Abby, Camila's textbooks will protect her.
Oh, guys, I'm right here.
Well, maybe you could go out with Sloane and her friends.
[scoffs] What friends?
Most of your friends are graduating from college
-[Abby] this year, right? -Uh, yeah. I don't know.
I kind of lost touch when I dropped out.
Well, you know, a lot of students take a gap year
just to get more life experience.
Yeah, and two gap years right in a row
-will give you plenty of that-- -Mom.
I'm just saying.
[sighs] Anyways, I watched your FlickMo this morning.
Okay. No more talk about murdered women.
-I thought it was well-informed. -Thank you, Camila.
Um, well, my goal is to bring awareness
[Sloane] to the fact that while women go missing
and get murdered all the time,
we can do something to prevent it.
Oh, what's that?
I call it the If I Go Missingjournal.
[Sloane] Uh, there are journals that you fill out
that make it super easy to collect
and store key information
like fingerprints, DNA samples,
like your hair, your blood--
-Your blood? -Yeah. Yeah.
So that police and loved ones
have the tools they need to-to find you.
What are all these blank pages for?
To profile suspects. People you think could be dangerous.
This is morbid, Sloane.
Well, it saves lives.
[Sloane] I'm going to make a real difference with these.
I'll get a million followers.
Really spread the word, you know?
Well, I'm gonna be late for class.
-Coming, Sloane? -Yeah, let's roll.
-[sighs] -You barely ate.
-Bye, mom. Bye, Aunt Jessica. -Bye, ladies.
-Sloane, drive safe, please. -Mmm.
-Now she wants me to be safe. -Deep breath.
Wow, your mom really had it out for me this morning.
Well, your mom literally just told me to get a life.
[laughs] She did say that, didn't she?
Yeah.
Wow, that's fast.
I mean, it couldn't stay empty forever.
Pauline Adams only died 16 days ago.
-Now, someone new is moving in. -Why are you counting?
I don't know, she was a perfectly healthy woman
who died a sudden tragic death.
I thought she fell down the stairs. [chuckles]
A likely story.
All this murder stuff just really freaks me out.
Because of Katie?
Well, yeah, she's practically family.
My best friend was brutally murdered,
and police still haven't found the monster who did it.
I mean, the bastard sprinkled her body parts.
-Sloane, Sloane, please. -I'm just saying.
Itshouldmake you uncomfortable.
Have you thought more about going back to school?
Uh, no, I don't even know what I'd take anymore.
Well, with your head for crime,
you could go into law enforcement.
[scoffs] No, thank you.
Or forensics.
You could make a really big difference.
Iammaking a difference.
You're right. I'm sorry.
I will even watch your FlickMo.
And you can quiz me on it.
You actually want to be quizzed?
Uh, guilty.
-[laughs] -You're such a nerd.
-I am, and I'm flattered. -[car starts]
[Amanda] Couples yoga retreat. Ugh!
Namaste. I need a retreat right now, but I can't.
Oh, oh, that's so cute.
I know they opened up the place,
-like right next door. -[gasps]
I want to go, except I'm not a couple.
But one day. One day, you guys. Have a great one.
[laughs]
Okay. Yes.
[music over stereo]
Go away.
What do you think of that one?
-No, I'm not playing. -Oh, come on, I'm bored.
Please.
[indistinct chatter]
Okay.
Lives with her mom, works in the custodial arts.
-Not a murderer, though. -Mm. What about him?
Mmm, uses his hands to kill small animals.
-Could escalate at any moment. -Oh.
What about Mr. Hat and Pink Coat?
Furries. Oh, they're into all sorts of furry sex.
-Look at that fursona! -Oh! Ew, oh, my God.
I still think Nathan's our guy.
Yep, he's got murder written all over his murdery face.
[Sloane] Nathan's harmless.
[Amanda] You always say that,
but, like, how can you be so sure?
[Sloane] He was Katie's step brother.
Yeah, and the whole town still thinks,
-like he killer her. -Okay, that's enough.
Stop. Leave him alone.
[upbeat song over stereo]
Somebody's touchy today.
You just stock the coffee cups or something, would you?
Whoa!
[instrumental music]
Hi. I like your scarf.
Oh, thank you.
My aunt actually gave it to me as a gift
and she passed recently, so it's a bit sentimental.
Aww!
-Died! -Amanda, coffee cups.
-I... -Yeah.
[laughs] Try the dark roast.
I saw you leave your house this morning.
Sorry. I'm your new neighbor. I moved in across the street.
Oh, you're the guy who moved into Pauline Adams house.
Yeah, she's my aunt. She left the house to me.
-Hm. -I'm Elliott, by the way.
And you're "Reading go away."
-Yeah. Uh, no. Sloane. -Sloane.
You know what? I think I'll try that dark roast, Sloane.
-Yeah, sure. -Room for cream.
[song over stereo]
Sorry about your aunt.
Thank you.
Moved into her house pretty quick.
Yeah, turns out I got a great job in the area,
-so it all kinda worked out. -Ah, it's convenient.
No, it's preparedness meets opportunity.
Were you two close?
[grim music]
You could say that.
I've just never seen you around before, so...
Well, she mostly visited us in Cleveland,
but I did visit for the summer about two years ago.
You must be sad that she's gone.
I think I'll take my coffee now.
What if I'm not done asking questions?
I think you are.
-Everything cool? -Yeah.
Just getting to know the neighbors.
-Mm. -What do I owe you?
What do you know? New customers get a free cup of Joe.
-No. -I insist.
Please come again.
-Not a thing. -Thank you.
Oh. Amanda.
I'm Amanda. [chuckles]
[mellow song over stereo]
Oh, I got it. I got it.
Ah, thanks. That's really nice of you.
Seriously, Sloane, you almost scared him away
with your Spanish imposition.
Inquisition. And you should have seen him.
He was making power moves.
Are you sure he wasn't just flirting?
No, no, no, no.
He was trying to exert dominance.
The average serial killer exhibits five main traits.
Charming, narcissistic, manipulative, controlling--
And lacks empathy.
Yeah, I heard you say it a zillion times before.
Yes, and that guy just takes all five bucks and--
Please. He's way too hot to be a serial killer.
[Sloane] That's what they said about Ted Bundy.
[sighs] You ruin everything.
[song continues]
♪ Of a drama queen ♪
[grim music]
[woman crying]
Let me out of here! Let me out!
No, no! No, please, don't hurt me!
Please, release me!
[whimpers]
Please, please, please, please!
Please!
[woman cries] Help me!
And for you, you're cheating.
[Jessica] I'm not cheating. That wasn't cheating.
[Abby] You're there. [Jessica] Fine, I'm a cheat.
-Hi, sweetie. How was school? -Hey.
If I learned one more thing, I think my head will explode.
Well, can you please give me the answers?
Because I'm done suffering through game night alone.
[Jessica] Oh, hey. I met the new neighbor this afternoon.
-Elliott? -Yes. I brought him a lasagna.
-He's Pauline Adam's nephew. -Was her nephew.
-And I met him this morning. -What, you did?
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
-Your mom thinks he's cute. -Cute...
No, no, mom. I get a bad feeling about him.
You get a bad feeling about everybody.
[Jessica] You know what?
You two girls should go over there and say hello.
-Mom, please. Ew! -What?
[Jessica] He moved back into town.
Now he lives in that big house
all by himself.
It's so lonely.
So Pauline Adams didn't have any other living relatives?
I don't, I don't know.
Which means his family is all dead.
-[Abby] Sloane... -What?
[chuckles] And she dies super suddenly,
and you don't find that a little suspicious?
No offense, but you think everybody's suspicious.
Okay, well, I thought he was very charming.
Yeah, yeah, charming...
-controlling, narcissistic. -Okay, Sloane--
What? Do you not watch
any of the crime profile vids I send you?
-Oh, you do send me too many. -I sent you one.
I think those journals are making you paranoid.
I'm saving lives with them. What are you doing, Aunt Abby?
Taking advantage of my mom?
[mellow song over stereo]
Excuse me?
Sloane! That's enough.
Sloane just really cares about everyone's safety.
Ithink it's admirable.
♪ I don't believe in my lucky day ♪
-There. I know. -Ew!
-It's fine. It's fine. -Why does it seem so stuffy?
-We're fine. -Okay.
Are any pages of your journals dedicated to Nathan?
No, of course not. Hi, Nathan.
[Camila] Okay, I get that he's Katie's brother,
but you have to admit he's still strange.
I mean, he's always sitting there just watching.
I know, but think about it, in less than two years,
his step sister gets murdered, then his parents leave town.
He just lives by himself in that house
[Sloane] with that little dog. Must be lonely.
That doesn't make him a killer.
[machine whirring]
-That guy on the other hand... -[chuckles]
[whirring]
[birds chirping]
What-what are you doing?
I'm waving to our cute neighbor.
-Not cute. You don't know him. -So?
Being friendly is how you get to know someone.
It's also how you get murdered.
[instrumental music]
[door closes]
[whirring]
-Boo! -Oh, oh, my God.
[laughing]
-You're so creepy. -[laughs]
So did you fill out your journal yet?
Sloane, please. I'm drowning in homework right now.
It's okay. I'll help you.
No, actually... [sighs]
I actually don't want to.
Why? [chuckles]
Why wouldn't you want to take all the precautions necessary--
Sloane, I think that you're getting a little too intense
on all of these things.
I'm working to prevent senseless violence, so...
I don't know if it's good for your mental health.
-I'm perfectly healthy-- -Or mine.
I already told you that all of this true crime stuff
really freaks me out, and those journals,
it's just like it's inviting something bad to happen somehow.
You know what's not healthy?
Pretending that violence doesn't exist
when it's all around you.
Sloane, I-I get that that's how you feel
-after what happened to Katie. -Yeah.
What happened to Katie is that
she never should have gotten killed
and her murderer is still out there.
-Okay-- -She was my best friend.
And every day I wonder if she'd had a journal like this
then the cops probably would have found her in time.
But you don't know that.
[somber music]
Camila, I lost Katie.
And I don't wanna lose you too.
-So-- -Sloane, no.
[door slams]
[thuds]
[low thud]
[grim music]
[insects chirping]
[Elliott] But, uh...
it's okay.
[indistinct chatter]
[music continues]
[birds chirping]
[sighs]
-Hi! -Oh! Oh, my gosh.
-Sorry. -Did I frighten you?
Oh, yeah. I, um, I just didn't see you coming up.
I wanted to return this. Your mom makes a mean lasagna.
Uh, my aunt, actually.
-You're a student? -Um, yeah.
In college over in West State.
[door opens]
[chuckles]
I don't think your sister likes me that much.
Oh, cousin. And she's just protective.
-Um, I should... -Well, uh...
Thank your aunt for me.
See you around.
-[sighs] -You're judging.
I'm just curious.
What did you two have to talk about?
Nothing.
I just told him where I went to school, that's it.
Be careful around him.
No, Sloane, you need to be careful.
You're pointing fingers at a guy
you've barely said three words to.
You're defending him. What's that about?
Okay, can we just go, please?
I don't want to be late for class.
-Of course you don't. -Okay.
[mumbling] Thank you.
♪ Oh, baby, let's get lost tonight ♪
♪ Throwing the bad vibes out ♪
♪ And then I will stay the night ♪
-Check it out. -What, what? What?
Nathan's gonna make a move on Paige.
-Well, maybe I should stop him. -Don't you dare.
[mellow song over stereo]
[indistinct chatter]
Hi.
Uh, can I help you?
I was wondering if maybe you wanted to
[Nathan] see a movie sometime.
There's a great Kung Fu double feature
at the Odeon this weekend.
I'm good. Thanks.
[mellow song over stereo]
How come?
Sorry.
How come you don't want to see a movie with me?
Well, for starters,
you asked me to see two movies, not one.
Um, so that's a bit much.
And you're also just not my type.
And what's your type?
I don't know. Normal people.
People who don't come in here and stare at everyone
like a creepoid.
-Ouch! -That was uncalled for.
You think I'm a creep?
Well, yeah.
Not to mention...
You know what? Never mind.
No, go ahead. Say it.
Just that everybody here thinks
that you killed your step sister.
[grim music]
Those are just rumors.
Well, either way,
I don't really feel like getting murdered anytime soon.
But, thanks.
No offense, by the way.
-What the hell? -Whoa! Hey. Hey.
Is there a problem here?
It's got nothing to do with you.
I said, is there a problem here?
Okay, okay, that's enough.
Okay, stop. Party's over. Stop, stop, stop.
God. Hey, Nathan, back to your chair.
Elliott, counter. Amanda, stop recording.
-I'm not-- -What are you doing? God.
-Paige, are you okay? -Yeah.
Okay. God.
[indistinct chatter]
Thanks for coming to my rescue again.
Yeah, no problem.
God, what a weirdo.
Okay, leave him alone.
[mellow song over stereo]
Okay.
Can I buy you a coffee this time, please?
It's cool, I got it.
Hey, Sloane. Can I get a large coffee, please?
-Room for cream. -To go?
To stay.
[indistinct chatter]
-Care if I join you? -Of course not.
-She's not wasting any time. -Neither is he.
He was just flirting with Camila this morning.
What's he see in her? She's so, like, book wormy.
Take out the trash, would you?
[mumbling]
[mellow song over stereo]
[Amanda screams]
[clinking]
[grim music]
[screams]
Remember that severed foot we found
outside Crown and Press yesterday? Yeah.
It was positively identified to match other body parts
found around the area
and belong to none other then Diana Herrington,
who is now presumed dead.
Diana was reported missing by her family last Thursday.
She was 25 years old.
And police are telling us they have no suspects.
But I'm willing to bet
if Diana had anIf I Go Missingjournal,
they wouldn't be so in the dark.
Remember, fear is a tool that can save your life.
-[knocking on the door] -Enter.
Hey.
How are you?
Check this out @TrueCrimeHeroes
thinks I could get a sponsorship.
Oh, so you're, you're not upset?
About what?
Uh, yesterday you found a dismembered body
20 feet from where you work?
Um, yeah, well, I've seen worse.
Wh-when have you seen worse?
I've done so much research in the true crime space
I'm kind of used to it.
You know, Sloane, it's-it's okay not to be okay.
Oh, my God! I just hit 20,000 followers.
-Sloane. -What?
This proves that everything I've been doing
with the journals is exactly right.
People need these.
So, you don't find it triggering?
Katie has nothing to do with this.
She has everything to do with this.
What about the fact that her-her killer's still out there?
That doesn't bother you?
Yeah, of course it bothers me.
Camila, that's what I've been trying to tell you.
There are always killers out there.
Yeah, but now that you're broadcasting it
to 20,000 viewers--
Oh, my God, 20,500.
So if the killer's one of those viewers,
they know where you work now.
Well, sounds to me
like somebody is ready to fill out her journal.
You're obsessed.
Yeah. That's what makes me so good at all this.
[pensive music]
[sighs]
You're not saving lives, so...
you're endangering yours and mine.
[sighs]
[vehicle approaching]
[grim music]
[Sloane] Paige, what are you doing?
I thought you're supposed to be smart.
[indistinct chatter]
[music continues]
[insects chirping]
[door opens]
[Elliott] Hey, wait, wait.
Where are you going?
Relax. Hey, hey.
I'm not staying over with another girl's toothbrush
in your bathroom...
[indistinct speech]
-Thank you. -I'm sleeping in your bed.
[Elliott] Okay, stay in my bed.
[tense music]
♪ Oh, love that you swoon, oh ♪
♪ You didn't seem at all like-like pretender ♪
♪ It seem you were not known to defend you ♪
♪ You didn't seem at all like-like pretender ♪
[knocking]
[instrumental music]
Amanda?
I'm here.
-Hello? -Give me one sec.
-Oh, my God. -Thanks for giving me a ride.
Car wouldn't start. No idea why.
They've had it for three days now.
-How long can they keep it? -Eh.
I guess till they figure out what's wrong with it.
Hmm.
[Sloane] This place.
Do your parents pay for it?
Psst! No.
Okay, yeah. You know how much we get paid.
True. Uh, can I use your bathroom before we get going?
No, um, the toilet's clogged.
Better use it at the shop.
Come on, let's go back to the scene of the trauma, shall we?
[ominous music]
Shouldn't you close your window?
Hm, I like to live dangerously.
[sirens wailing]
[upbeat music over stereo]
Can't believe they made us come back to work so soon.
It's been two whole days.
I find it disturbing how calm you are about all this.
Just because Diana Herrington's foot was found here
doesn't mean she was killed here.
But it does mean that her killer
probably graced us with his presence
when he came to drop it off at the dumpster, super sleuth.
-[Nathan] I can keep an eye out. -Nathan?
[chuckles] I didn't hear you come in.
Thought maybe you'd feel better if I was here.
[chuckles] I don't know if I'll ever feel that way,
but just do us a solid and don't ask anyone else out.
-Where is Paige? -Come to think of it.
Maybe she's freaked out about the foot too,
like a normal person.
[rock music over stereo]
I'll be over here if you need me.
Okay. Thanks, Nathan. Do you want a croissant?
-[Nathan] Sure. -Sure, I'll get you one.
Yes, thank you, Sloane, for being so accommodating
to suspect number one.
Lay off, okay?
It is weird that Paige isn't here though.
Again, not everyone's super comfortable
with hanging out at a murder scene.
But Paige is like our most loyal customer.
I hope she is okay.
[grim music]
[heavy breathing]
[whimpering]
[screams]
-How much? -More than last week.
Okay, we'll split it. We can buy something we need.
Oh, yeah. It's... Welcome back.
-Dark roast? -Room for cream.
Glad you guys could reopen so quick.
Hm. So, Elliott, when was the last time you saw Paige?
Uh, last night.
I'm sure you know that.
[grim music]
-How was it? -She went home early.
Hm. What do you consider early?
[laughs] I didn't check the time.
Well, have you spoken to her today?
-You know I haven't, actually. -Hm.
Well, she's always here, and today, she's not.
So... what do you suppose that means?
Sloane, keep up your party tricks
and we'll lose Elliott's business.
We don't want to lose you, Elliott.
-Thanks, Andrea. -Amanda.
Don't worry. Sloane doesn't bother me.
I'll be back.
[music continues]
-Did you see that? -Oh!
-Oh! I'm so sorry.
It's okay. I saved it.
Careful texting and walking.
Oh, I'm-I'm not texting.
I am reading a statistics article.
Wow. How is that?
-Um, tedious. -Hm.
[Camila] I don't really do numbers. They're too boring.
[clicks tongue]
You are a numbers guy, aren't you?
-A little bit. Yeah. -Yeah.
A research analyst. Hedge funds.
But I promise I'm not that boring.
No, I don't think you're boring.
I think you're very exciting.
Wow. Thank you, Camila. [chuckles]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy your coffee.
Yes, and you too.
-I'll see you around. -Hm.
-[sighs] Hi. -Could you be any more obvious?
Stick to your studies.
-[scoffs] -Amanda. Go check the bathroom.
Make sure there's enough TP or something.
So good to be back.
[pop song over stereo]
So why'd you come?
-I came to see you. -Hm. Did you now?
What?
I don't want you talking to Elliott.
Okay. Do you have a crush on him or something?
-Is-is that what this is about? -No, Camila, listen to me.
Elliott shouldn't be trusted.
[sighs] Sloane, please.
I don't think you really know him that well.
-You can't make these judgments. -Okay.
Maybe you can't see his controlling behavior
or his overt narcissism, but news flash,
Paige is MIA and she just went on a date with him.
Sloane, you don't get to tell me who I can and cannot talk to.
Even if your life depends on it?
Uh, I'm actually gonna take the bus.
[Camila] I'll-I'll see you at home.
No, it's... Camila.
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that...
Fuck!
[whimper] Help! Please!
[Paige panting]
[screams]
[breathing heavily]
[grim music]
[screams]
[blood dripping]
[Jessica] So how was the cafe today?
Usual.
That's horrible. So close to home.
Speaking of horrible, um, I saw Elliott today...
and it really cleared some things up for me.
[Jessica] It's good, right?
Uh, get this.
[Sloane] Last night, Paige goes to Elliott's house.
[Abby] I'm sorry. Who's Paige?
A regular at the coffee shop.
Anyway, at 12:47 a.m., they get into an argument.
-Okay. Why do you know this? -I heard them.
And then I saw him chase her out.
-He chased her? -Yeah, to her car.
Well, today I asked him about it.
You didn't!
Yeah, and you should have seen him.
Oh, he hates being questioned.
-Big surprise. -No, he wasn't upset.
But at one point, he looks me in the eyes
and he says, "Sloane doesn't bother me."
I don't get it.
I mean, serial killers always fight for the upper hand.
No, he-he knows I'm on to him.
-And he was threatening me. -Okay, Sloane.
No. Look, I want us all to keep our eyes--
Camila and I are moving out at the end of the month.
What?
-We are? -Yeah. It's for the best.
We need to get her on her own two feet.
No, Abby, you-you don't have to leave yet.
[Camila] Mmm.
This is about me, isn't it?
I'm not wrong about Elliott.
It's just a matter of time before I catch him.
And you will all know that I was right.
Okay. Sloane?
Ugh!
Great. Thank you.
-Is this my fault? -[Jessica] Mm, mmm-hm.
-Uh, yeah, it's not my fault. -We can talk about this.
-It's not my fault. -No, we can talk about it.
Just you and I. We...
[grim music]
[insects chirping]
Hi.
[Elliott] Hi.
[indistinct chatter]
[music continues]
[car revving]
[clicks]
[music continues]
[vehicle whirring]
Nothing?
[grim music]
[music continues]
[chill song over stereo]
[pensive music]
Two years ago,
my best friend Katie Williams was murdered.
Her killer still walks free.
And then one week ago,
pieces of Diana Herrington's body turned up
outside Crown and Press.
And last Thursday, Paige Browne went missing.
And it's been five days.
Something terrible is going on.
And I'm telling you from the front lines
of my now officially verified account,
theIf I Go Missingjournal is your best line of defense.
[Elliott] Hey, uh, all right.
Yeah, be careful there...
Oh! [chuckles]
[Elliot] Careful. Watch the step here.
[woman #1] Mm-hmm.
[indistinct chatter]
[mellow song over stereo]
-You like the music going? -I do.
[indistinct chatter]
[car engine starts]
Hi, everyone, thank you all so much for coming out,
taking the time out of your busy schedules.
[Sloane] This is really important.
We can really make a difference.
Um, I printed out a whole bunch of these posters
and I thought we could go around the neighborhood
and just put up as many as we possibly can.
So I thought maybe we could just split up into groups
and that way we can cover as much terrain as possible.
And I also want to thank you all for wearing your IIGM pins.
[grim music]
Um, 2-4-6.
[phone vibrates]
[mellow song]
-Hey. -Oh. Oh, my God. Hi.
Do you have an extra pair of glasses?
Uh, glasses. I think so.
Yeah, just like a pair you don't wear anymore.
I think so, yeah.
-Here. -Thank you.
-Uh, what's going on? -Nothing.
I just want to see what I'd look like if I wore glasses.
Uh, I think those might hurt your eyes, though.
It's fine. Thank you.
[sighs]
[soft music]
[sighs]
[clattering]
[sighs]
So--
Sloane, if this is about Elliott
I don't wanna talk about it.
You know he's seeing dozens of other girls, right?
You know what? I am sick of you bringing this up.
Your nose.
What? Oh, oh, shoot.
-Oh, my God. Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.
It's just, it's so dry in this house, and I...
It doesn't help that I'm living in the attic
like some unwanted stepchild.
-Who said you weren't? -[laughs]
Wait, uh...
You still have some, yeah...
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I'm gonna go take care of these.
-Yeah. -[laughs]
[upbeat music]
[phone vibrates]
[music continues]
9:00 A.M. is perfect.
Look at Sloane's behavior.
She's not moving on from Katie's death in a healthy way.
She just needs a little more time.
And it's not like Camila was all about psychology before, either.
She's not accusing our neighbors
of being serial killers.
Our daughters are just different.
Yeah.
Morning.
Good morning.
I'm just gonna go.
Got to go. Gonna be late. Camila?
[Camila] Coming.
-The glasses look good. -Thank you.
-Bye, mom. -Bye.
[sighs]
[upbeat song]
[door closes]
♪ We've been in ♪
♪ I see you looking this way ♪
♪ We got our own groove ♪
Whoa.
-I was trying something new. -[chuckles]
Oh, you look like old school Britney Spears
mixed with your cousin, actually.
Exactly what I'm going for.
Greetings, Elliott.
Would you like your habitual order?
A large dark roast, extra hot.
Not too hot.
[chuckles]
-Amanda. -Oh! Do you want me--
-Yeah. -Okay.
-Room for cream. -Yep.
-That'll be $3.49. -No, no, it's on me.
[rap song over stereo]
Wait a minute.
Are you StudyGirl104?
That's a good hypothesis.
Hey, Sloane, I think I left my textbook in your car.
[grim music]
Uh, never mind.
-Camila... -Wait. No, no. Um...
You and I, we got off on the wrong foot.
I would love to get to know you better.
We should go on a study date.
I've got so much homework.
You could help me with my dissertation--
Okay, look, look,
I'm not interested.
-What? -You're not my type.
Please. I'm exactly your type. I'm brunette.
I use big words. I'm studious.
[laughs] What?
We should go on a date, you know tonight.
-I'm busy tonight. -How about tomorrow?
I've got a date, actually.
With your cousin.
You're going out with Camila?
Yeah. Sorry.
You know, I-I also know, like, big words.
[song continues]
-Do you? -Yeah.
-Thanks for the coffee. -Anytime.
[chuckles]
-Camila! Wait up. -I don't wanna talk to you.
You're going out with Elliott? Have you lost your mind?
You're only doing this to get back to me--
Oh, yes, Sloane, because everything I do
is all about you.
Why can't you see that the guy is a psycho.
I know you like to play it, being naive or whatever,
but this is insanity.
Oh, insanity. Sloane, this isn't right.
None of this is right.
You're following Elliott around like a stalker
and now you're dressing up like me
just to get on a date with him.
I'm trying to bait him, not date him.
I'm protecting you. Ask my 100,000 followers.
You want to know why you have 100,000 followers?
Because you are an embarrassment.
You're like a living, breathing car crash
and everyone's just slowing down to get a glimpse of the carnage.
And you're too stubborn to get the help
you so desperately need.
Look, at the very least,
Elliott is the fuck boy and you could do better.
But it is far more likely that I'm right
and Elliott is dangerous.
It's not him that's dangerous, Sloane,
it's you.
[somber music]
[Elliott] Hey, Camila!
Are you okay?
Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm okay.
Look, I've been thinking.
And...
maybe we should put a hold on going out.
I don't want to cause any problems with your family.
Um...
is-is that what you want?
[scoffs] No.
I'd love to go out with you. It's just...
Well, your cousin.
[exhales]
[instrumental music]
What are you doing right now?
[chuckling]
-I'm glad we did this. -Yeah, totally.
Oh, sorry.
[laughs] It's okay.
[indistinct chatter]
Is everything okay?
Um...
[exhales] Yeah, I guess I'm just worried about Sloane.
She's been so hot and cold lately.
One minute she's lovingly cleaning up the blood
from one of my nosebleeds. I'm sorry, that's really gross.
-That's okay. -Um...
But then the next she's treating me like
I'm the dumbest person she's ever met in the world.
Yeah. What's up with her?
'Cause I swear for the moment we met
she's had it out for me.
It's like she thinks I'm a sociopath.
Uh, psychopath.
Sociopaths are generally incapable of faking empathy
and tend to be... more impulsive, like me.
-No, no, no, it's okay. -[laughs]
Hm.
You're the opposite of your cousin.
Why is that?
Just that you...
you see the good in people.
[sighs]
Well, it's not totally her fault.
A couple years ago, she lost her best friend, Katie.
[Camila]She was killed.
Katie and Sloane were basically inseparable
until their freshman year of college.
Katie started dating this guy
and became really secretive about him.
She started distancing herself from Sloane.
And then one night,
Katie and Sloane got into a really big fight,
and she went off by herself...
and no one ever saw her again.
That's terrifying.
Yeah.
Katie was missing for eight days
before police found pieces of her body
in a field outside of town.
You know what? I think my aunt did mention
something about that last time I visited her.
[grim music]
Did they catch the killer?
[exhales]
And Sloane never forgave herself
for losing her best friend like that.
She dropped out of school,
became obsessed with true crime stuff.
She even started the FlickMo channel
where she examines homicides and figures out
how they could have been prevented.
-That's intense. -That's Sloane.
[laughs]
And what about you?
Me?
I like to form my own opinions about people.
[instrumental music]
[chuckles]
[both chuckle]
Anyways, uh, what were you like as a kid?
My childhood was a bit... rough.
Oh, why's that?
My sister.
-She was the favorite. -[scoffs]
-I'm sure that's not true. -No, no, it was.
She was this physics prodigy.
-Yeah. -Mmm...
And so my parents devoted all their time and energy to her.
And no matter what I did, it was never enough.
So... I became the black sheep.
I showed them, though.
What-what do you mean by that?
You know, just that I have a decent job now...
and a great house...
and being here with you.
It's a fresh start.
Hm. To fresh starts.
[chuckles]
To fresh starts.
[clinking]
[chill song]
♪ A single man in his head ♪
I had a good time.
-[chuckles] -Can I walk you home?
I-I think I can manage. I'll survive.
All right. Careful.
♪ If you look out the door ♪
♪ Just take my hand ♪
♪ And show me the city ♪
♪ And cry out loud ♪
♪ You come on to the street ♪
♪ To live wild ♪
♪ Handyman ♪
[door opens]
♪ Live ♪
♪ I don't to miss ♪
[sighs]
[phone vibrates]
[instrumental music]
[chuckles]
[sighs]
[grim music]
[upbeat music]
Nathan?
[indistinct chatter]
So when do I get my sweatshirt?
You can have it right now.
No, that's not what I...
Like, I want a new one for me so I can reform,
not your old... Okay.
[mellow song over stereo]
Okay, this brownie's yours and I'll go get more filters.
Sloane, are you okay?
Not really, but, uh, whatever.
It's Elliott, isn't it?
All anyone can say is how charming he is, but...
Superficial charm is the trait of a serial killer.
-I've watched your videos. -Exactly.
I see what he's doing.
The narcissism, the controlling behavior.
-Yeah. -I see what you see.
You've always had my back.
I just wanted you to know I have yours.
Thanks, Nathan. I really appreciate that.
-Nathan Williams? -Yeah.
May we have a word?
What-what's going on?
Would you mind coming down to the station?
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
-Am I under arrest? -No, sir.
-We can fill you in on the way. -Don't touch me.
-What's going on? -No--
I didn't, I didn't do anything.
[grim music]
-Oh, my God. -That was fast.
Wait, what?
I called the police to report suspicious activity.
You reported Nathan?
Yeah, he was trolling me and Paige.
He's not just sitting out there
with his little dog on the porch.
He's posting heinous things.
You should have seen the stuff that he wrote on our FlickMos.
-Come on. -And he has a red coat,
-just like in the Paige photo. -Okay, no, no.
It couldn't have been Nathan. Okay?
-There is no-- -Oh, right. Right.
And you've seen Elliott kicking puppies
in the parking lot.
Elliott is different, and you know that.
You're only upset because you hate being wrong.
I'm not wrong!
[music continues]
Whatever, Sloane.
You can tell it to your followers.
Oh, come on, Camila.
-Come on. -Your cousin's hardcore.
Oh, my God. What?
I mean, she went behind your back to hook up with Elliott.
What kind of bitch does that to her own cousin?
Okay, Amanda, I'm only gonna say this once.
Do not talk about my cousin that way.
[pop song over stereo]
[instrumental music]
We start with baking, instead with flour.
-No, you didn't. -Yeah. I mean,
we basically made the oven explode. But it's okay.
That was good, but it's dangerous.
-You exploded the oven? -Yes.
But we were fine. No one was harmed.
-Okay, that's good. -Yeah. But it was ridiculous.
Sloane would always decide what we did.
-And you just went with it? -Yeah.
She's like an older sister.
And-and our moms always said
that we were more like sisters than cousins.
But you have a sister, so I'm sure you got into all sorts--
Oh, we were never really close.
Oh. How come?
[mellow song over stereo]
Um...
-You know she was a prodigy? -Mm-hmm.
Well, it doesn't matter what I did
when you're competing against someone like that.
-Well, maybe you don't have to. -[chuckles]
What was that supposed to mean?
Well, just that parents can put a lot of pressure
on their kids sometimes.
I know with grad school coming up--
Mmm.
I don't, I don't know, maybe it's hard to understand.
Because I didn't go to college?
[grim music]
That's not what I meant.
'Cause it doesn't make you smarter than me.
Uh-uh...
I didn't say that.
[clattering]
Um...
Have you talked to your sister about it?
[mellow song over stereo]
She's dead.
I-I'm so sorry.
[exhales]
How-how did she die?
What do you say we get out of here?
[mellow song]
♪ He had great eyes ♪
♪ Brighter than the sun ♪
I'm missing something.
[grim music]
[clicks]
[typing]
[Sloane] Who drives a white SUV?
[chuckles]
What?
Let's finish up.
[car door shuts]
Thank you.
[clatters]
So are you gonna help
or you're just gonna text all night?
Okay, put the phone down or I'll throw it in the trash.
-Okay. Okay. Oh, God. -Can you go check the bathrooms?
You know you were hired, like, ten minutes before me.
You're not my boss.
I cleaned them the last three days.
You owe me.
If I do them, can I go home?
-You have somewhere else to be? -Obviously.
Okay. Leave the phone though.
[grim music]
Uh, her birthday...
Ryan Gosling's birthday?
1-2-3-4.
Oh, she really is that stupid. Okay.
[music continues]
[screams]
[Amanda] Bathroom's done.
I'm out of here.
Hey, how's your car?
What? Oh, yeah. All good.
Did they figure out what was wrong?
Yeah, I'm an idiot.
My car takes normal gas, not diesel.
But they still have to fix a muffler or something.
Goodnight.
[grim music]
[beeps]
[sighs]
Amanda, what the hell have you done?
[exhales]
[sighs]
Hey, did you wanna... come inside?
-Really? -You seem surprised.
I, I don't know, I guess.
I, I thought I offended you at some point.
Sometimes I have a hard time admitting that I'm wrong.
And I realized that with my sister.
[Elliot] She died from cancer a few years ago
and clearly I can't keep my cool
when she comes up in conversation.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Anyway, um...
I understand if you don't want to hang out again,
but I would love to spend more time with you.
I can't tonight.
Um, but not 'cause I don't want to.
I... just have a bunch of homework
that I should, you know, probably go do, um...
Right.
But...
do you want to walk me home?
[chuckles] I can do that.
Thanks. It's very dangerous.
[laughs] I'll walk you home.
[laughs] Thank you.
[grim music]
-Well. -Yes.
[chuckles]
[instrumental music]
[chuckles]
Um...
I-I should...
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay. Bye.
[music continues]
-[door opens] -[door shuts]
-I think I figured it out. -I'm not doing this right now.
No, I was wrong.
I have been so fixated on Elliott
that I didn't catch Amanda's red flag--
Oh, great. So now Amanda's backing you up?
-No, that's-- -Everyone knows...
that Amanda has the world's biggest crush on Elliott.
She's only agreeing with you about the serial killer stuff
because she wants me out of the picture.
Okay, stop, Camila. Listen to me.
No, you listen to me.
Elliott is kind
and he's a human being with flaws and feelings
and a past, and I really like him.
And I have had it with your baseless accusations.
I am trying to protect you.
Jeez, Camila, it's like you-you want to be the next victim.
I am not a victim.
Maybe if you stopped living like one, you could see that.
-[door unlocks] -Elliott, wait.
[instrumental music]
Can I come over?
Yeah.
-[door opens] -[door closes]
No one ever fucking listens to me!
Fuck!
[breathes deeply]
[dramatic music]
Fuck!
What's going on?
Camila didn't come home last night
and I have called her, like, 15 times.
Oh, I'm sure she's fine. She's--
It's not like her.
At least she could just... text me back.
Well, uh, she's young.
She spent the night with a very handsome young man
who just happens to live across the street.
What's the worst thing that could happen?
Oh, right.
-That. -[knocking]
[door opens]
-Sloane-- -Is Camila here?
Well, she's not tied up in my basement,
if that's what you're thinking.
Look, my Aunt Abby is super worried
and too embarrassed to come over here to ask
if Camila stayed the night.
So if you could just tell her to check her phone--
-She's not here. -What do you mean?
Well, she went home early this morning.
Maybe you missed her and she went out to a study group?
Okay, how can, how can I help?
Let us know if you hear from her.
[door opens]
[Abby] Is she there?
-No, no, Abby. -Okay.
-Where are you going? -To get Camila back.
[upbeat music]
[door shuts]
[grim music]
[screams]
[grunts]
-What the hell, Amanda? -What? You're in my house.
-Where's Camila? -How the hell should I know?
-I will call the police. -Go ahead.
You can tell them that you kidnapped Camila.
-I did what? -You kidnapped Paige Browne.
You murdered Diana Herrington.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
-Okay. What happened to Camila? -Where did you put them, huh?
And what are you hiding in here?
You know, you should really clean up in there.
-It's disgusting. -Sloane, you are insane.
I have no idea what happened to your cousin or Diana or Paige.
No? I saw your threats on their FlickMo pages.
-You're @LoveCityfan. -Okay, fine. You caught me.
I'm a troll, but I was just blowing off some steam, okay?
They're so entitled.
I couldn't stand their whole school is hard
and fucking "rosé all day" type of bullshit.
What, so you just go around
watching people like a creep? Really?
I just wanted to see what the girls
Elliott was interested in had that I didn't.
You're pathetic.
Hello, pot, it's kettle.
No, no, no.
But you seemed so happy when Paige disappeared.
And then you said all that stuff about Camila.
Yeah, that's called jealousy.
And you really should talk to my therapist or any therapist.
So last Thursday, when Paige disappeared--
-Wait, did you say Thursday? -Yes.
Paige and Diana both disappeared on Thursday.
Well, it definitely couldn't have been me.
"Loving The City" comes on that night
and I'm the fandom moderator. Okay?
Every Thursday I'm online arguing with idiots all night.
Last Thursday was huge.
[Amanda] Benson and Comrade got together
and I had to ban so many haters.
Some people just don't understand
that sometimes what you're looking for
has been right in front of you the whole time.
Holy shit!
You better bring that back, you psycho.
I need new friends.
[door shuts]
[grim music]
[shatters]
[door unlocks]
[grim music]
Aunt Pauline.
[music continues]
Hi, Aunt Pauline.
Camila?
[music continues]
Shit!
[music continues]
-[clatters] -[gasps]
[clinking]
[clicks]
[music continues]
[door opens]
[door shuts]
Sloane?
-What's going on? -[knocking]
Sloane, sweetheart, you need to come eat.
Sloane, come downstairs and be part of the family.
Abby?
You killed her.
[scoffs]
You never let up, do you?
I had you pegged from the moment I saw you.
[grim music]
[Sloane]I know exactly how you work.
You target studious women,
probably an inferiority complex,
and you like them with dark hair.
Then you cut them into pieces
and you dispose of their body parts
using that gym bag.
Diana's severed foot turning up was obviously a mistake.
But you were new to town, right?
You didn't know the best place to ditch her yet.
[grim music]
And now I've got you.
Sloane.
It's not what you think.
This isn't Camila's blood?
Yes, yes, it's her blood.
But it's from a nosebleed.
-She had a nose-- -You can't manipulate me!
You killed Diana Herrington.
You killed Paige Browne. You killed Camila.
And you probably killed Katie too.
Sloane!
You're out of your mind.
Where's Camila?
Did you chop her up yet?
Look, I get it.
You're stressed.
You don't know me.
Why don't you sit down?
-Let's talk-- -So you can murder me too?
Okay, Sloane, I'm not playing the screwed up game.
Alright?
I'm sorry if you feel rejected
that I chose Camila over you.
Rejected?
I've seen you watching me.
You have a crush.
But you're gonna have to get over it
because Camille and I really like each other.
Please, you're incapable of feeling. You're a monster.
I really don't wanna hurt you.
No way.
Sloane. Sloane, are you okay?
Nathan, get the hell out of my house.
-This doesn't involve you. -It was Elliott.
It was Elliott the whole time!
He's the killer! Call the police!
Don't call the police. She's insane.
You have no idea what's going on. Hey.
[grunts]
[female operator]911, what's your emergency?
[grunts]
[911 operator]Hello?
Hello, can you hear me?
[intense music]
Hello? Hello?
[grunts]
Please!
[female operator]Hello. Are you in need of assistance?
[Nathan] Sloane, hand the phone.
[female operator]Hello. Can you please provide an address?
We caught the serial killer.
It's Elliott Adams. Ellis Drive.
[panting]
♪ The first time I saw you, didn't think about it ♪
♪ You just breezed by like a regular guy ♪
♪ But when I met you again ♪
♪ Where the earth began to spin ♪
♪ I could feel it tilting on its axis ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
Oh, God. Somebody call homicide. Now.
[somber music]
No! Camila! No!
-No, no, no! -Shh!
[Sloane] Oh, my God.
No, no, no, no, no.
I didn't do anything. She's crazy.
Abby! Abby! Stop.
-No, it's not her. It's not her. -No, no!
No, it's not her. It's not her. It's not her.
Abby. Abby, it's okay. I know.
-Okay. -Sweetie.
You left these journals in case something happened, didn't you?
[music continues]
-Here. -What is it?
Camila's If I Go Missingjournal.
When she disappeared, this is what I used to figure out
that Elliott was responsible.
And you can use the DNA samples
to match the towels that I found inside.
Okay. Thank you, Miss Daniels.
[music continues]
[siren wailing]
Just got to find my keys. Okay?
Sloane.
[Abby] I'm sorry I was so hard on you
about the true crime stuff. I was just worried.
You've always been like my daughter.
I wish I'd listened to you sooner.
Okay, I got 'em.
Let's go.
Maybe you could see if Nathan needs a ride.
-I got you. -Okay.
Okay.
[knocking]
-Hey. -Hey.
We're about to head out to the funeral.
I wanted to see if you still needed a ride.
I have some cleaning to do, but I'll meet you down there.
I also wanted to thank you...
for saving me.
It was, it was nothing.
No, it wasn't.
I can't help but wonder
what could have happened if you didn't--
Hey. Hey. It's okay.
-Sorry. -It's okay.
I understand. It hurts to lose the ones you love...
Yeah, I know.
Even if you didn't see eye to eye.
Yeah.
-I should probably-- -Do you wanna...
Do you want to come over later?
Watch movies.
I think it's important to spend time with my aunt tonight.
Makes sense.
But another time.
Sure. Another time.
Okay. Um, see you later.
[instrumental music]
-Hi, Camila. -Hi, Nathan.
Can you help me find my dog?
[Camila screaming]
[music continues]
-And stop calling me. -Katie?
You can't just end things like that.
I'm tired of lying to people.
What we're doing is wrong. What if somebody found out?
What, are you ashamed?
We knew this wouldn't last forever.
You're not going anywhere.
[cries]
[whimpering]
[muffled speech]
[screams]
[instrumental music]
On March 14th,
my cousin Camila Richards was murdered
by Elliott Adams.
Following his arrest,
her body was found out near the river...
and in a football field...
and behind a church.
[grim music]
[Sloane]But if it wasn't for the If I Go Missing journal,
we wouldn't have had the evidence
we needed to convict Elliott Adams of murder...
and bring justice to his victims.
These journals can make a difference.
They helped put a real serial killer behind bars.
I miss you, Camila.
[cries]
Rest in peace.
[sobs]
[chill song]
♪ It's a silent role ♪
♪ It's a walk-on part, one that you wrote ♪
♪ One that I've taken since the day I found you ♪
♪ And at first, it was a dream ♪
♪ I was so keen ♪
♪ To be a drama queen ♪
♪ A non-speaking role in some old movie,as the time flies ♪
♪ As the train approaches you've never been there ♪
♪ But you had to be mean, to keep me keen ♪
♪ A real drama queen ♪
♪ All the world's a stage, we are players ♪
♪ Whether we're standing in the spotlight ♪
♪ Or hiding in the wings ♪
♪ I have to be mean, to keep you keen ♪
♪ A real drama queen ♪
♪ I rush in I rush out of a dull scene ♪
♪ Of a drama queen ♪
[song continues]
[grim music]
[music continues]