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(chimes tinkling)
(suspenseful music) (chimes tinkling)
(lively music)
(energetic music)
♪ You took away my best analogies ♪
♪ Evaporated all my tears ♪
♪ Piled on my idiosyncrasies ♪
♪ You left a and that's my fear ♪
♪ Ain't 'nother new jock's gonna satisfy me ♪
(energetic music)
♪ You just defined my rampant insanity ♪
♪ You're facing blame and I don't care ♪
♪ You rocking blue from your content company ♪
♪ Whistling away ♪
- Hey girl, I'm headed to my car now.
- Hey, Becca. - Hey, girl.
- [Friend] Oh my God, Becca, you haven't left yet?
Me and Sarah are gonna be drunk by the time you get there.
- I know, bitch, I'm late. I freakin' suck.
I couldn't find my damn keys.
- [Friend] Well, that cute guy, Greg,
just pulled up in his new Mercedes.
- Ooh. - So I'd hurry up
if I were you.
- Crazy ass, I'm coming.
I just hate parking my car in this creepy-ass garage.
- [Friend] Girl, I don't even know why you moved
in there in the first place.
- Because it was cheap and you know I'm trying to save money
to get out of Cleveland.
- [Friend] (scoffs) If you say so.
- Listen, just order me something
and I'll be there in a minute.
(keys rattling)
- [Oscar] Hey?
- Jesus, you scared the shit outta me.
- Hey, I didn't mean to scare you.
I just wanted a light.
- I don't even smoke. - Oh, my bad, babe.
What's your name though?
- I have a man. He's waiting.
- Shoot.
(door thuds)
Stuck up bitch.
(ominous music) (feet clacking)
♪ I don't care ♪
♪ You're rocking blue from your content company ♪
♪ Whistling away in your despair ♪
♪ Ain't nother man's jail's gonna satisfy me ♪
(energetic music) (ominous music)
- What a loser.
♪ You're just defined by rampant insanity ♪
♪ You're placing blame and I don't care ♪
♪ You're rocking blue from your content company ♪
♪ Whistling away in your despair ♪
♪ Ain't 'nother new jock's gonna satisfy me ♪
♪ Ain't nother new jock's gonna satisfy me ♪
♪ Satisfy me ♪
♪ All the glamour, you want it ♪
♪ You got ♪
♪ Remained there ♪
♪ You didn't take from me ♪
♪ Every part of you, I ♪
♪ Every part of me, I share ♪
♪ Sugar up this bitter part of you ♪
♪ Hey ♪
(energetic music)
♪ You took away my best analogies ♪
♪ Evaporated all my tears ♪
♪ Piled on my idiosyncrasies ♪
♪ You left a and that's my fear ♪
♪ Ain't 'nother new jock's gonna satisfy me ♪
(energetic music)
(mellow music)
♪ If I die tonight ♪
♪ Uh-oh ♪
♪ Would you be all right ♪
♪ Uh-oh ♪
♪ If I die tonight, would you miss me ♪
♪ Would my funeral be empty ♪
♪ Would your heart break when I'm 10 feet ♪
(phone chiming)
♪ Misery if I die tonight, I ♪
♪ All right, I ♪
♪ Would you be all right, I ♪
♪ All right, I ♪
♪ Would you be all right ♪
(Nancy groans)
- Hel- (clears throat) hello?
- [Maxie] Hey, girl. It's your women car.
I'm on my way to pick you up, sweets.
- Oh, I'm sorry. I overslept a little.
I'm getting up now.
- [Maxie] No, you're fine. I'll be outside waiting.
I'm so proud of you, sweets. Your first day back at work.
- Thanks, Maxie, I honestly couldn't have done
it without you.
- [Maxie] Aw, well get ready. I'm almost there now.
- Okay.
♪ Ah ♪ ♪ If I die tonight ♪
♪ Would you miss me ♪
♪ Would my funeral be empty ♪
♪ Would your heart break when I'm 10 feet ♪
♪ 'Cause my misery is killing me ♪
♪ If I die tonight ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ I, would you be all right ♪
- You got this. ♪ Would you be all right ♪
♪ Chasing after money, what I'm running from ♪
(lively music)
(water sloshing) (lively music)
♪ Woke up out of bed this morning ♪
♪ I never thought about it ♪ - You got this.
♪ I never thought that it was comin' ♪
♪ I never thought about it ♪
♪ Half asleep and in my ♪
♪ The morning show plays on ♪
♪ I turn the corner and then I saw you ♪
♪ But you turned away ♪
(container clatters)
(heart beating) (ominous music)
- You got this.
You got this.
(upbeat music)
(vehicles rumbling)
♪ Throw your hands in the eye ♪
♪ It's time to go there ♪
- Hey.
- Hey. (chuckles)
- Ready?
- Yeah. ♪ Playing my song ♪
♪ Yeah that's my song ♪
♪ I wanna see you move your hips quick to my shit ♪
♪ Throw your hands in the air ♪
♪ Put your ♪
♪ Drop down low, move it fast, move it slow ♪
- I really appreciate you coming to get me.
- You know I got you, sweets.
I'm just glad you're coming back to work.
Listening to Trina complaining
about her boyfriends all day drives me crazy.
- Wait, is she still dating that mechanic?
- Pete?
- I think that was his name.
- Oh hell nah.
She dropped his ass after she found out he lied
about being a lead singer of a heavy metal band. (chuckles)
Now that girl's dating some promoter.
I can't give up. (snorts)
- Hmm, well, at least she has a life.
- You got a life too and you got
really good friends, like me.
(vehicle whirring)
(energetic music)
(door thuds) (energetic music)
(door knocking)
(Detective Daniels groans)
- Ah, fuck.
(bottle knocks) (energetic music continues)
(door clicks)
- Coffee. - Oh, shit.
I literally just fell asleep.
- You American men are so messy.
Hey, I hope you solved the case last night
while you were drinking yourself until oblivion.
- Ha-ha, funny.
Started going down a rabbit hole last night,
trying to connect the dots.
- Listen, I wanna catch that son of a bitch too. Okay?
But we need to get some rest so we can think clearly
and really catch that bastard.
(paper rustles)
Hm.
(paper rustles)
You'll make a great wife someday.
- Well, I- I've been there, done that.
That's not happening again.
- Do you see what they're calling him on the news now?
- I know, the Hangman.
I cannot believe those stupid journalists make
those criminals look like damn celebrities.
- (retches) Ugh, oh, I think I'm hungover, ah.
- Too bad, American. We have a killer to catch.
But please, go- go first brush your damn teeth.
You smell like beer and ass. Ugh.
(Detective Kowalska laughs)
Please tell me you discovered something new
while you were having your one-man pity party last night?
(Detective Daniels mumbling)
Spit that shit out.
- My bad.
- Ugh. - Mm. (spits)
I was saying, so what do we know so far?
- So far we know that two people are dead and we have shit.
- Okay. We just have to keep putting the pieces together.
- Don't tell me what to do, American.
The clues are just not adding up.
While this psycho is probably
already contemplating his next move.
- Okay, so we know the commonalities so far
that all the victims have been women, right?
- Yeah, but different ages, different occupations,
different lifestyles.
- True, but the fact that they've been all women
still shows a pattern.
Plus all the murders have happened near
the Mayfield Heights area, so our perp could be a local.
Did the lab come back with the blood
that we found at the last crime scene?
- Yeah. Nothing there.
Literally, no hair, no fibers, no fingerprints.
It's like this person is a ghost or something.
- It was a long shot anyways.
Normally this perp never leaves any blood
at the crime scene.
- Yeah, that damn rope almost sawed her neck
in the last time.
I still can't believe the news media, the Hangman.
Like, we try to catch them
and the news media makes them famous.
- Okay, besides the fact
that the Hangman targets woman,
possibly lives in the Mayfield Heights area due
to the location of the last two bodies found,
the marks on their necks shows that he uses some kind
of rope to strangle his victim?
Mm, a combination of psychological
and environmental factors could be the cause
for the killer's motive.
Shit, even genetics could've contributed.
- I feel like we've been over this twice.
No, three times already.
- Ugh, shit. I know.
- Kowalska speaking?
Yes?
Okay. Okay, thank you.
(ominous music)
There's been another murder.
(ominous music)
(vehicles whirring)
- What the fuck is your point?
(vehicles whirring)
(upbeat music)
Dude, my client just got here. I gotta go.
Who the fuck you calling a bitch?
♪ Keep up your gold ♪
- Well, motherfucker, this bitch just dumped your sorry ass.
♪ From across the room ♪
♪ Come and play ♪
- Say, boss, got some gum?
- Everything all right over there?
- Yeah, Pete's just on the phone crying
'cause I dumped his sorry ass.
- Really, T?
(paper crackling)
- Girl, men are so weak these days.
- Well, T, how 'bout trying to date somebody
outside the entertainment business, what'd you think?
- (scoffs) Yeah, but, like,
how'd I get free concert tickets, boo?
- (chuckles) You know what? I'm done.
(chuckles) I'm out. I- I'm 'bout to get out.
(door clatters) (vehicles whirring)
(door thuds) (feet clacking)
- Hey, Nance. It's good to have you back.
(feet clacking)
- T, be nice. You know she don't like to be called that.
- My bad. My bad. (scoffs)
I meant Nancy.
- Thanks.
- I'm glad you back, sweets.
And believe it or not, so is Trina,
because she sucks at writing down her own appointments.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- See?
♪ Egotistic ♪
♪ I got a whole lot to do, optimistic ♪
♪ Sometimes I get ahead of myself, I'm so interest ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm from the city, I never sleep ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm a city boy ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
(group chattering)
- I gotta go to work- - I know
(speakers drowning out one another)
- Man, it's gettin' crazy out here.
- Yeah, yeah, it is.
(group chattering) (sirens wailing)
- Just keep 'em back. Keep 'em back.
- [Civilian] Make sure my car's okay, that's all.
- I'm sure it's fine, you gotta back up.
- It's right there. - Yeah.
- Hey, good morning. - Morning.
- What's going on?
- Another homicide.
(ground crunching) (group chattering)
(feet clacking)
- Thank you, officer. - You're welcome.
- Hello. - Detectives?
- Why can't you ever call us when you have good news?
- Heh-heh, Daniels.
I wish this was good news versus the alternative.
- What do we have here?
- Looks like she's been dead for a little over 12 hours.
The deep abrasions on her neck,
which matches the Hangman's MO.
Her nails are badly broken with blood around the fingertips,
I'm guessing, from clawing at the rope around her neck.
- [Detective Kowalska] Name and age of victim?
- Rebecca Thornton, age 28.
Worked as a legal aid at a law firm.
Residents say she moved in last summer.
- [Detective Kowalska] Mm, hmm.
- So I'm assuming she was strangled from behind?
- Correct, looks like the assailant hid in the backseat
and attacked her, as you said, from behind.
She died from lack of oxygen and internal injuries.
- Jesus, this bastard.
Do we even know where she was going that night?
I'm guessing maybe on a dinner date based
on the way she's dressed.
- Any witnesses here leave her apartment?
- Uh, the weather was pretty bad
and I've heard that this garage gets pretty desolate
at night, so nobody that we've talked to-
- I apologize, Detectives.
There's a witness outside that might have some information.
- Okay. - Thank you.
- Let's go talk to her.
(feet clacking)
- Where is she? - Right over at the corner
with the neon green on.
(feet clacking) (sirens wailing)
- Excuse me, my car's in there and I need to go to work.
(sirens wailing)
- Hello, ma'am, I'm Detective Daniels
and this is Detective Kowalska.
The officer said you might have some information for us.
- Yeah, I might.
- What is your name?
- Amira.
- Last name?
- Jenkins.
- Do you live around here?
- Yeah, is there a reward or something?
- Um, no.
- But what if you catch this guy based off my information?
Still no reward?
- Uh, no. No reward.
- Would you rather the killer come back
and choose another victim?
- Oh, let's go, partner. It's a waste of our time.
- Wait, damn, my bad.
I was just asking. - Okay, do you have
information or not?
- Yes, geez.
Look, I saw the white girl leaving her apartment last night.
- Where were you?
- I had just got home from work
and I was opening my window for some fresh air.
- Now, wasn't it freezing last night?
- Yeah, but after working the store
and the cash register, people are so annoying.
This lady got mad at me because we didn't have plastic bags,
and I told her no store has plastic bags.
- Okay, okay. - I just needed-
- Stop!
Back to what you saw.
- A smoke.
- Ma'am, what did you see?
- Look, I saw the lady leaving her apartment,
and it looked like she was on the phone.
- Okay.
- Was she alone?
- Yeah.
And then there was this guy.
- Following her?
- Maybe. - What was he wearing?
- Shit, I don't know. It was dark.
All I know is he had on a hoodie.
- Okay, do you have any other information
that might help us identify this person?
- Would his name help? It's Oscar.
Wait, why wouldn't you just lead
with his name in the beginning?
Well, (chuckles) shit I had to make sure
if it was a war first.
(Detective Kowalska chuckles)
- Okay, so where does Oscar's girlfriend live?
- Across from my house on the second floor, apartment 203.
- Thank you, ma'am, for your cooperation.
- Hey, don't forget about me when y'all find this guy.
I helped you.
(door knocking)
- [Sheila] Hello. Who is it?
- It's Detective Daniels and Detective Kowalska.
We just wanted to ask you a few questions.
- [Sheila] I don't know nothing about
what happened out there.
- Ma'am? - Sheila, open the door.
We just wanna ask you a few questions.
- Yes? - Like I said,
I'm Detective- - I heard you.
What do you want?
- Are you aware a young woman was murdered here last night
in a residential parking garage?
- Yeah, I wasn't sure about what was going on,
but I seen all the cop cars
and I like to mind my business.
- When was the last time you saw your boyfriend, Oscar?
- What does he have to do with this?
And he's not my boyfriend.
We just hang out sometimes.
- We just might have heard he's seen something.
- Like I said, he's not my boyfriend,
and I don't keep tabs on him.
I see you talking to that witch downstairs.
She needs to mind her damn business.
- Where's Oscar?
- Like I said, he's not my boyfriend.
- Did you have something to do with this too, huh?
- What?
(Detective Kowalska scoffs)
- How about we briefly detain you
because maybe we suspect
that you had something to do with this crime?
- Yeah, and we can hold you
for a few hours until you cooperate.
- But I have to go to work. - Oh, not today.
(Sheila sighs)
- Okay.
(sighs) He moves around a lot,
so I'm not sure where he lives,
but I do know he hangs out sometimes
on the corner of Lee and Cloverside Ave.
- Last name, phone number, weight, height, description?
Give us more.
- Diggs, his last name is Diggs.
216-236-9876.
He's like 5'7", brush cut,
bronze skin complexion.
Weighs around 135 pounds.
- Thank you, Sheila.
We'll go check him out, but if need be, we'll be back.
- Ugh.
(door thuds) (Detective Daniels chuckles)
- She wasn't very happy. - Yeah, whatever.
Let's go check on Oscar.
♪ On a jet plane ♪
♪ I'm leaving on the next plane ♪
♪ I don't know when I'll be back again ♪
♪ White clouds, blue skies, the scene be terrific ♪
♪ Let's just go somewhere ♪
♪ And have some breakfast with some biscuits ♪
♪ When I'm thinking you, baby, I'm thinking optimistic ♪
♪ Nice how you so fly ♪ ♪ Baby I love it ♪
♪ We can fly miles in the club while high ♪
♪ Throw your hands up in the sky ♪
♪ Catch the wave, the wave ♪
(energetic music)
- Hey, Nancy. Will you grab me a spray bottle?
Hey, hello, hello?
Damn, is she ignoring me?
- Trina, would you leave that girl alone?
She probably got her earbuds in or somethin'.
- Wow. I wish I had a job I could listen to music all day.
- Lord Jesus, fuck.
(energetic music)
- Hey, sorry, you need me?
- Yeah, I need a new spread bottle like five heads ago.
- No sweat, sweets.
Can you just go to the back and get a spray bottle, please?
- Yeah, no problem.
- Yeah. Thanks, sweets.
- Would you stop?
- (scoffs) Okay. Damn, I was just joking.
(upbeat music)
- Thank you, see?
I can be nice.
- Mm-hmm.
(door clatters and squeaks) (feet clacking)
- Hey, girl.
(Isabella speaking in Spanish)
- Hi, is my client here yet. - Nah.
She called and said she'll be a couple minutes late.
- Ah, gracias, adios.
I thought I was so late.
- Damn, girl. Are you sweating?
- Maybe. A little.
The plow buried my car in the snow.
I chipped a nail shoveling.
Then I had to rush to the store.
- Did you get cigarettes? - Of course, love.
(items rattling)
- You're a lightsaber, Mami.
I literally was done with my last cigarette.
(Isabella speaking in Spanish)
- Did y'all miss me?
- I missed you, and I'm glad you're back,
so you can make me some more money again.
(Isabella laughs)
- Honestly, I miss that jacket I let you borrow
for your little trip.
- Damn, Mami. I got you though.
I'll bring it back to you tomorrow.
- Girl, I'm messing with you.
You know you're my favorite person.
- So, how was your trip to Columbia anyways?
Good, I'm assuming?
- (speaking in Spanish) It was awesome.
I love going back home.
I just hate that I got a little sick on the way back.
- Girl, don't be coming back here,
making us shit ourselves with that parvovirus.
- (chuckles) What?
- That's what dogs catch.
- It's called neurovirus.
(Trina scoffs)
- Ugh. I'm fine, geez.
I just got a little runny nose.
- [Trina] Look who's been reading a few books
while they were on vacay.
(Isabella chuckles)
(heart beating) (lively music)
- Hey, why were you on leave of absence anyways, mia?
- Mind your business, Izzy.
- Probably another episode.
(ominous music)
(Nancy panting)
(door squeaks)
- Jesus. Is she okay?
- (scoffs) Who knows?
(tense music) (Nancy panting)
- Why you just can't be nice to the girl?
- (scoffs) What? I was just joking.
- And you get ready for your next client.
- Ugh, okay, okay.
(feet clacking)
(heart beating) (traffic humming)
- You okay?
- (exhales) Yeah.
I'm okay. I just- I just needed some air.
I couldn't breathe in there.
- Sweets, I know they can be a little extra sometimes,
but I'm here for you, okay?
I understand if you need to go home early.
I can call you a Uber. - No, I- I'm fine.
- Okay. You got this, sweets.
- I got this. - You got this.
Come on. All right.
(vehicles whirring)
- Ladies, apologize.
(door thuds)
- I'm sorry, Nance. I mean, Nancy.
- Trina?
- Okay, my bad.
I was being an ass.
(ominous music) (feet clacking)
(vehicles whirring)
- I don't think Oscar's going to show up.
Daniels?
Daniels, did you hear me?
Daniels!
- Yep. Yep, I'm here.
(sighs) Damn, I must have knocked out.
- I said we've been here for a while now.
Do you think he's even going to show up?
- Uh, yeah.
Sorry. I'm exhausted from last night.
What time is it?
- Time for us to figure out our next move
if Oscar doesn't show.
- Hey, speak of the devil. I see someone walking up now.
- How do we know it's him?
- Let's find out.
(vehicles whirring)
(door clattering)
Oscar?
- Yo, who is you?
- Lemme speak to you for a minute.
I just need to ask you a few questions.
- Oh no, you a fed, bro. I'm cool.
- Where you going? - Fuck.
- Listen, I'm Detective Daniels
and this is Detective Kowalska.
Don't make us chase you. We just wanna talk.
- Ugh, I'm just minding my business, Officers.
- Looks like you were selling drugs to me.
- Drugs? No, look, I just came to get some fresh air.
- Oh, really, huh?
- Yeah, this is my favorite time of the year.
I love-. - Listen, we're not trying
to bust you for drugs.
Where were you last night around 10:00 PM?
- I was taking care of my mother.
- Listen, stop fucking around.
We have a dead body in the morgue.
You are the prime suspect.
- Damn, bro, just calm down.
Look, I ain't never caught a body in my life.
- Uh-huh. You just a poison to people.
- Yo, your partner need to lay off the coffee
'cause she trippin'.
- Yeah. She can be kinda scary sometimes.
Listen, don't look at her. Look at me.
- I think he'd rather talk downtown.
- Well, what's it gonna be?
Are you gonna answer my question
or would you like to talk to my partner instead?
- Look, I was with this little bob named Sheila over
in Mayfield Heights.
Around what time?
- I don't know, maybe 09:00, 10:00.
- Was anyone else there when you were leaving?
- Honestly, I don't remember.
Look, I jumped in my car and then I headed home.
- Oh, really, are you sure you did not see
a pretty little white girl in a tight dress walking
to her car last night?
- Shit, yeah, look, I didn't mess with her though.
- Oh, yeah, are you sure she didn't turn you down
and your little ego just couldn't take it?
- No.
- What's your age and date of birth?
(Oscar smacks teeth)
- All right, look, you're not under arrest,
but we're gonna need your fingerprints.
- Come on. Come on, man.
Look, I didn't do anything.
- Right, but there's a dead body
and you're the last possible person to see her alive.
Let's get those prints and go from there.
- This is bullshit.
- Yeah, yeah. It'll be quick.
(door thuds)
- What do you think?
- He's not giving me hangman vibes.
- Me either.
- Let's go.
(feet clacking) (door clicks and squeaks)
(door squeaks and thuds)
(bag thuds)
(doors clattering)
(liquid sloshing)
(jug knocking) (door thuds)
- [Person] Nancy, help me.
(cup clattering)
- Hello?
You're such a scaredy cat, but just in case.
(ominous music)
Hello?
(ominous music continues)
Hello?
(tense music)
(Nancy sighs)
What's wrong with me?
(ominous music)
(water spraying and pattering)
(items clattering)
(door knocking) (ominous music)
Hello?
- [Person] Nancy, help me.
- You better leave because I'm-
I'm calling the police right now.
(terrifying music)
Hello? (whimpers)
(door clicks) (Nancy panting)
(door creaks) (tense music)
(Nancy screams) (terrifying music)
Please, help me, God. Please.
- [Spirit] God's not here.
(Nancy screams) (terrifying music)
(Nancy panting)
- Oh, what the fuck? Oh God.
(upbeat music)
- Can y'all believe Trump is president again?
- (scoffs) I'm not surprised. This world is all messed up.
(scoffs) I'm just waiting for Jesus to come back again.
(group chuckles)
- Amen. Amen, look, I need to win the lottery,
so I can move out this country,
Now that he's back in office.
- Girl, where you gonna move to?
- Shit, Anywhere but here.
Maybe I'll find me a young,
sexy African brother in Zimbabwe or something.
(group laughing)
- Maxie, what- what about you?
- What about me? What?
- What do you think about Trump being president again?
- Now, listen, y'all ladies know I don't mind y'all
talking politics, but personally,
I like to stay out of these conversations.
- Hmm, I guess it doesn't matter now anyways.
We got four years of his BS.
- I just hope I don't get deported.
- Aw, aw.
- Girl, you're not gonna get deported.
Your ass was born here.
- (sighs) I see. You're right.
You have a good point, like always, T.
- I mean, I'm not a fan of Trump or anything,
but his son, Vern, is starting to look kinda cute though.
- Ugh, you need to stop.
You know that boy too young for you.
- Geez. I didn't say I was gonna marry the boy.
I just said he was cute. (scoffs) Simple observation.
- Whatever. Next subject.
- So what's zombie girl doing over there?
- Maybe she's afraid of getting deported too.
(group chuckles)
- Your girl okay, Maxie?
- Yeah. I'm sure she good.
But you gonna do any work today?
- Geez, Maxie. (scoffs)
My client's just running a little late,
unless she canceled or something. (scoffs)
Hey, Nance, my client, she didn't cancel, did she?
(paper crackling) (Trina scoffs)
Hello.
- What the fuck? - Are you okay?
- Sorry. I'm a little out of it today.
- Just today? - Nancy,
did Trina's client cancel?
- Uh, no.
No cancellations today.
- Hey, sweets, can you come here for a second?
(chair scratching)
♪ Throw you hands in the sky ♪
- Mm. - Everything okay, love?
Yeah, just- just this stream last night shook me
up a little.
- (speaking in Spanish) I hate bad dreams.
What was your dream about?
- I don't know.
I keep having this reoccurring dream
that I'm coming home from work and someone attacks me
and I can't breathe.
Feels like someone is choking me.
- (speaking in Spanish) That reminds me about
the recent murders at Mayfield Heights.
Did y'all hear about that?
- Yeah, I was listening to that disturbing shit last night
on the news.
- I don't really watch the news much. What's happening?
- Crazy-ass dude going around strangling bitches.
They called him the Hangman or some shit, that's all.
- That's so horrible.
- That's all. (speaking in Spanish)
Doesn't that creep you out? It creeps me out.
- No. Not at all.
There's always something going on in Mayfield Heights.
Remember when those ladies were getting kidnapped out
of the Jango parking lot?
Nice area, but bad mojo shit over there.
- Yep, and that's why I say my ass in Cleveland Heights.
I don't have, nor do I want a reason
to go into Mayfield Heights.
- Well, I'm glad y'all safe,
but I have friends and family that lives
in Mayfield Heights.
Hell, I used to stay in Mayfield Heights.
(sighs) Damn. The Hangman's gonna get me.
- No. - And y'all don't even care.
- Aw. - Girl, (scoffs)
you know he doesn't want you or me.
I heard he only kill women with bad taste and fashion.
And you know, we stay dressed like bad bitches, period.
- Oh, okay. I didn't know that.
Bueno, thanks, T.
- Izzy, don't listen to Trina crazy ass.
You be aware of your surroundings if you going
to Mayfield Heights, okay, love?
- Okay.
- Hey, I need to talk to you about something a little later.
- Okay, well, lemme get her under
the dryer and we can talk, okay?
- Okay.
- Hey, Nance, um, we need to do something about making you
less of a target for the Hangman though.
You're not doing yourself any favors
with dressing in those thrift store clothes.
(group laughing)
If you need some tips. - Thank you,
but I like my clothes.
- (scoffs) Okay. I was just trying to help.
What, what I do now?
(Trina scoffs)
- Uh, Maxie, I meant to ask you, how many cars do you have?
- Just a couple.
Are you okay, sweets? You been quiet this whole ride.
- Yeah, I'm- I'm okay. I think I'm just tired.
- (sighs) Me too. I can't wait to get home.
My girls gonna ask me to go out tonight.
I was like, shit.
The only thing I'm coming out of is these clothes
and getting into my warm-ass bed.
See? There go that smile I haven't seen all day.
(vehicle whirring)
- I just don't wanna be a burden to you, ever.
- You're never have burden to me, sweets, ever.
- I know, it's just you originally said you never wanna
go into Mayfield Heights.
Now I'm asking you to go into Mayfield Heights
so I can see my mom for her birthday and I- I don't know.
I'm sorry. I just- I just don't want you to get tired of me.
- Sweets, never apologize to me, okay?
(sighs) I know you work in my salon and everything,
but we like friends, and best friends, okay?
You like my little sister, and I'ma always be there for you.
But you right, I don't mess with Mayfield Heights like that.
Well, for you, I'll make an exception.
- Thanks, Maxie. - Anything for you, sweets.
- Yeah. It'll be good to see her tomorrow.
- Uh, not to pry, but the way you describe y
our mom's personality, she seems a little-
- Mean? - (chuckles) Yes. Very mean.
- I mean, she's not the nicest person in the world,
but she's all the family I got, really.
- Yeah, I remember you telling me that.
I mean, my uncle is around too,
but I never really knew my father.
My mom won't tell me anything about him.
- Is your uncle at least school?
- I take that as a no.
- No, I mean, he's okay.
- Well, whatever happens, I got you tomorrow.
- Thanks.
- Cool. Oh, yeah.
Before I forget, sweets,
I'm having a girls' night at my house tomorrow
and I want you to come.
- Girls night? Who all is gonna be there?
- Just a few friends, nothing- nothing big.
- Um, is Trina gonna be there?
- Would you come if I lie and say no?
- Maxie, that girl really doesn't like me.
- Oh, no, sweets. I think Trina dislikes everybody equally.
- Mm-hmm. - (chuckles) No,
but seriously, I want you to come.
And I want you to get out more.
I think this'll be good for you.
- I don't know.
Can I think about it
and let you know tomorrow when you come get me?
- Yes. - 02:00 PM?
- 02:00 PM.
And, sweets, I want you to be careful tonight, okay?
Make sure your doors are locked.
- Maxie, this isn't Mayfield Heights.
- (chuckles) Yeah, but there's crazies everywhere.
- Okay.
- Right, I mean, how many times do you let somebody come
back home after they're constantly
giving you their ass to kiss?
(buttons beeping)
It couldn't be me. Not in this lifetime.
- Mom? - Right.
- Mom, do you know where my blue jacket is?
- Girl, hold on a minute,
'cause this girl is about to get on my last nerves
about these clothes.
It's upstairs in the hall closet, Kia.
Now I told you about leaving your clothes on the floor
because I'm not your maid.
Oh, child, yeah.
Girl, these kids are a mess, mm-hmm.
Mm-mm. (door clattering)
(laughs) Girl, sometimes I just don't know
what to say about her.
(feet clacking) (wood creaking)
- Oh my gosh. I know you're not my maid.
- Hold on, Brenda. Okay, so you got everything?
- Yes, Mom.
- Okay. You sure you don't need me to come and take you?
No, Libby and her mom are outside waiting for me.
- Okay, well, I need you to make sure that you text me
'cause I need to know that you're safe.
- Okay. I will.
- Uh, excuse me.
Crazy butt. I love you.
- I love you too, Ma.
- All right, now, look, make sure that you slam the door,
because you know how it sticks sometimes.
- Okay.
- Girl, she's a mess.
Right.
(feet clacking) (door clicking)
(door thuds)
Okay, well, girl.
(artist singing in a foreign language)
I'm gonna have to let you go
because one of my friends told me
about this little movie called "Into the Darkness,"
and I'm about to sit
and relax, eat my popcorn, and drink my wine.
(laughs) You're gonna leave that lady alone. All right.
I'll talk to you later. (chuckles)
All right, good night.
(artist singing in a foreign language)
I know this girl didn't.
Ugh, Kia.
(terrifying music)
(ominous music)
(tense music)
(wood clatters)
(screen swooshes)
- I think Biden is the (indistinct).
- Jordan, there you go again with your conspiracy.
(eerie music) (victim retching and gargling)
- [character] What is that supposed to mean?
- You wouldn't say that. - It means you
have no (indistinct).
(speaking indistinctly) (victim gargling)
(heart beating) (victim choking and gulping)
(artist singing in a foreign language)
(eerie music)
(suspenseful music)
- Okay, baby. Tell your mama said hi.
- Okay, Ms. Greene.
(door thuds) (feet clacking)
The door is open. - What?
- The door is open. - The door is open?
Wait, kid. Don't go in yet.
(door thuds) (door clattering)
(Kia screaming) (suspenseful music)
(artist vocalizing) (suspenseful music)
- Is it crazy there? - Yeah.
Daughter found her mom strangled to death.
- How you doing, Detectives?
(speaking indistinctly)
- Thank you. - Hello.
- Hello. Thank you. - Detectives?
- Another Hangman victim?
- Looks like it.
- [Detective Kowalska] Who was it this time?
(suits rustling and crackling)
- Michelle North, 39.
Worked as a machine operator.
She's been divorced for a few years,
but has one daughter, Kia.
- Where's her daughter now?
And can someone please close her eyes?
That shit always creeps me out.
- Oh, my God.
Such a scary cat.
- She's outside with one of the officers.
- God, was she home last night?
- [Berkley] No, not last night.
But she found the body this morning.
Her friend's mom dropped her off.
- Damn. Poor child.
Ugh. - Looks like she was
just trying to enjoy a movie and some popcorn
and then obviously attacked from behind.
Same bruising on the neck?
- Yeah. Same deep abrasions as the other victims.
Looks like he hid in here
and he was watching her, studying her.
Until he... Um, I'm sorry.
It's just, we have to find this guy.
- We will, Berkeley. We will.
Do we know how he got in?
- Um, possibly through the front door.
A lot of these old wooden doors swell over time
and stick to the doorframe.
So unless someone slams the door really good,
the latch doesn't always take,
making it an easy entry point.
Besides that, I don't see any other forcible entry.
- Excuse me? - Yeah?
- I think I might have found some evidence.
- Uh, where did you find that?
- Right here on the victim's shoulder.
- Are we sure that's not the victim's hair?
- No. That's definitely someone else's.
We'll take it to the lab and we'll have it analyzed.
- Okay, keep us updated. - Of course.
(ominous music)
- Where did you say Michelle's daughter was now?
- Um... Oh, yeah.
She's out in front of the driveway
with Officer Johnson.
I'm sure you passed her on the way in.
- Thank you.
- Yeah. - Berkley.
- Of course. Yeah, of course.
- Are you ready, partner?
- Yeah. Keep us up to date.
Oh, wait. Sorry.
I already said that. Nevermind.
Okay. - Okay.
- Bye. - Yeah. Bye.
- What was that all about in there?
- What? - Yeah.
Nevermind.
(Kia whimpering)
How is she?
- Still a little girl, but I feel for her.
- Hello, Kia, we just
wanna talk to you for a second.
- Mm-hmm.
- My name is Detective Kowalska. This is Detective Daniels.
And we just had a few questions to ask you.
- Yes?
- You know, Kia is such a pretty name.
You're such a pretty girl.
How old are you?
- 15. - 15.
Kia, when you came home,
was the door open or was it closed?
- Open. - Did you notice
anyone suspicious around the house when you got home?
- No.
- Listen, I promise you
that we will find whoever did this to your mom.
(artist vocalizing) (tense music)
(Kia whimpering)
- It's okay. It's gonna okay.
(Kia whimpering)
It's gonna be okay.
(artist vocalizing) (ground crackling)
(engine whirring)
- (chuckles) Girls night is about to be so much fun.
I cannot wait.
We got drinks, food, more drinks.
We got music. We got fun.
And I'm sure Trina's gonna be talking about
all her boyfriends and, oh my God.
It's gonna be amazing.
You okay, sweets?
(horn honks)
Sweets? - Hmm?
- You all right? - Oh.
Yeah, I just always have to mentally prepare
before going in to see my mom.
She's a lot to handle, y- you know?
- I bet, and, honestly,
her house looks a lot better than I thought it would.
I really didn't know what to expect.
- You imagined an old, abandoned,
broken down-looking house, didn't you?
- Maybe.
(Maxie and Nancy laughing)
- I- I know I-
I sometimes paint her out
to be a witch or something, but she's not all bad.
- Mm, okay, but I just think you deserve better. That's all.
- Thanks.
- Um, so are you sure you okay with me leaving you here?
- Yeah. I'll be okay.
I'll spend some quality time with her, you know.
I'll just Uber to the party tonight.
- Okay. Don't forget.
- I won't.
- I'll see you later, okay? (chuckles)
(buckle clicking)
Bye, sweets.
(door clattering)
(door thuds)
(feet clacking)
(traffic humming)
(feet clacking)
(door knocking)
(dog barking) (birds chirping)
(door knocking)
- [Ms. Ford] Who's at my damn door?
(door clattering)
Hey, girl.
- Hey, Mom. How are you?
- I've been better.
- Well, are you gonna let me in? It's freezing out here.
- [Rich] Who's at the door?
- It's Nancy. - Is that Uncle Rich?
Yeah, that's him.
Come on in and close my door before you let all my heat out.
(door clicking)
(door thuds) (feet clacking)
(ominous music)
So what's up? You gonna say hi to your uncle?
- Hi, Uncle Rich.
- Hey, baby, ooh, look at you.
All grown up and shit. Mm, mm.
Make your mama proud.
- Mm- mom, I- I just wanted to see you for your birthday.
Here, brought you a gift.
(eerie music)
- So what made you come around here now?
I haven't seen or heard from your ass in over a year.
- Honestly, things got a little rough for me last year.
My condition got-
- (laughs) Your condition?
Bitch, how the hell did you get so weak?
I swear, you just like your good-for-nothing-ass daddy.
- It's not like that, Mom.
I've got myself back together and returned back to my job.
- (chuckles) Your job?
(chuckles) You living off the system:
sweeping floors and shit in some damn salon.
Last I heard, that's not a job.
That's a handout.
And I'm quite sure that silly bitch
that employs you only keeps you around out of pity.
- Don't be so hard on her, Mary.
She bought you a gift.
- Fuck this gift.
- Oh, Mary, why you gonna be like that?
You gonna make the girl cry.
Come on, baby.
Come on over here and sit on Uncle Richard lap.
I'll make you feel better.
- No, I- I don't want to.
- Oh, oh, you all uppity bitch now, huh.
Oh, you didn't mind sitting on Uncle Rich lap
when you was little?
No, siree Bob. You used to love it.
- Sit your ass down, Rich.
Nobody want your old ass anymore.
- Oh, whatever, just 'cause the snow on the roof,
don't mean ain't no fire in the oven.
You better ask somebody.
- Mom, I- I just wanted to see you. I've missed you.
- Well, you all grown now.
- Sure is.
- I can't be your handicap forever.
I did all I could to raise you,
feed you, and give you shelter.
And it was especially hard after your brother went missing.
But I didn't give up on you.
Even though- - Ma, his disappearance
affected me too.
- Even though I asked you to watch him
that day while I was at work
and you knew your brother wasn't right in the head.
But no, your dumb ass let him out of the house
and someone takes my baby boy!
(suspenseful music)
- Mom, please, please forgive me.
I- I didn't mean to.
- (chuckles) Mom, please. Please forgive me.
I didn't mean to.
Oh, I know, bitch. You never mean to do anything.
Blah, blah, blah.
My baby boy can be dead somewhere
and you still sucking the life outta me, what's new?
- (stammers) I- I- I...
- Ah, ah, ah.
I think it's time for you to go.
- Mom, please, these dreams.
I- I've been feeling like someone is watching me.
- Rich, you better tell this child
to leave before I knock up side her head!
- Baby, I think you better go.
You know how crazy your mama is.
(suspenseful music)
- Mom, can't we just...
(pan scratches)
- Bitch, I said go.
(eerie music)
- Nancy, come give daddy a hug (indistinct).
(eerie music) (pan clinking)
(feet clacking)
(eerie music continues)
(feet clacking) (eerie music continues)
(thunder rumbling) (eerie music continues)
(rain pattering) (eerie music continues)
(thunder rumbling) (Nancy panting)
(eerie music continues) (Nancy panting)
(feet clacking) (vehicle whirring)
(bell dinging)
- Hi there, ma'am, can I help you?
- Do you- do you have any, uh, aspirin?
- Yes, ma'am. One second.
(zipper clinking and zipping)
(bell dinging)
- Nancy?
- Oh my God, Zoe.
(Zoe giggles)
- [Zoe And Nancy] Rock the world.
- Yeah. - (chuckles) I missed you.
- Hi, how have you been? I missed you too.
When did you get out of the hospital?
I got out a month ago, but I've been okay.
Ups and downs, you know.
But what about you?
I missed you when you left me
those last two weeks I was still in the hospital.
That place was so cold and lonely without you there.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I wasn't trying to leave you alone, you know?
I had to get shit my together
and I've been trying to keep up on my meds, you know?
They helped me to stop thinking about my family
and what happened.
- Does that help?
- Oh, my gods and goddesses, yes.
We need to get you one.
(Nancy giggles) (phone dinging)
- Ugh, my Uber's here. I have to go.
- Oh. - But you should come
to this party with me tonight.
- (chuckles) Humans? Ew.
You know how I feel about the girls?
And I can't right now, I-
- Oh, no, not now.
I'm going home to change first
and then going to the party in a few hours.
Listen, my friend Maxie would love to meet you.
How about you give me your number
and I'll text you the address?
- I don't know. I- - Please come.
Please. Please, please come.
- Okay. - Please, for me.
- All right. All right.
Okay, my number, 216-998-113.
- Got it. I'll text you the address now.
- Okay, but no promises, all right? (chuckles)
Get safely to your destination.
Love you. - I'll see you later.
- Bye. (giggles)
(suspenseful music)
♪ Mm-hmm ♪
(door knocking)
♪ Got bars and melodies ♪
♪ Handle it ♪
♪ My pop song will set you free ♪
♪ Handle it ♪
♪ I'm the one you wanna be ♪
♪ Handle it ♪
♪ In the crowded room, all I see is faces ♪
♪ Drinks in your hands, whole lotta dance ♪
♪ Music take you ♪
♪ Places you ain't never been ♪
♪ Bars and Melodies ♪
♪ Handle it ♪
♪ Bar ♪ ♪ Bars and melodies ♪
♪ Handle it ♪
♪ Driving toward success, shifting gears, making moves ♪
♪ Fast and furious, swag but serious ♪
♪ Dance mysterious, bad and curious ♪
♪ Move notorious ♪
- (sighs) Oh my God, ladies.
Did you guys hear about that Hangman?
- Yeah. - Uh-uh.
I am freaking out. I cannot, mm-mm.
- Yeah, I wish it would come up my way.
I got something for him.
(Isabelle chuckles)
- But you know what? I was talking to Trina the other day.
I don't know, have you guys met Trina?
She's the other cosmetologist at the salon.
Oh my God, I love her so much.
She's the one with the pink hair.
I know y'all met her. She's like super fashionable too.
- No. - Oh my God.
But she was telling me
how the Hangman don't really care about people
that dress up all ugly, but you know,
I'm very fashionable too,
and she put me together all the time,
so you know what I'm saying?
I'ma be okay, 'cause,
you know, he ain't gonna come for me.
- First of all, Krystal, where did you get your outfit?
- No, where did you get that? That is beautiful.
I like how you put it together.
- I appreciate that. (indistinct) Beachwood Mall.
- Awesome. I got the boots from Beachwood Mall.
- Oh, damn. - The belt too.
- The whole fit? - Mm-hmm.
- Oh my goodness. - Yes.
- Oh, shit. Have you met Lauren?
- No, I haven't. Hi. - Hi. How are you?
- Fine and you? - I'm doing well.
Have you tried anal?
- Like that's my bestie,
but if y'all haven't met her,
I suggest, you know, we should go.
We should go have some drinks with her,
'cause I'ma tell you, she'd be tea too,
and she can put you together.
Like that hair that you got going on right there,
that color, I'm telling you, boo.
She will perfect it.
- I'm so glad you ladies could make it.
- Thank you. Thank you for the invite.
- This was nice. - Thank you.
Everybody enjoying yourself? - Yes.
- Very nice. - I'm loving it.
Loving it so much. - That's good.
I see drink, drink, drink, drink.
- Yes. - Um, I don't have one.
Can you grab me one, please? - Yes, I will.
- Okay. - I'ma get her
a drink real quick.
I'll be right back, ladies.
(feet clacking)
Oh, now that she's gone. (scoffs)
Boo, that salon won't even survive without me.
I bring so much money into it.
She don't even have time to even run her salon.
Like I'm always running her salon
because she's always paying so much attention to Nancy.
She like mothers the shit out of her so much.
It's like, it's so annoying.
- Girl- - You is so-
- So when you gonna have time to get me in your chair?
- I don't know, it's kinda hard,
'cause like I'm so good that I'm just like-
- I did an appointment like three weeks ago-
- Like you don't even understand
how much money I bring into that place.
I keep it good- I keep it moving in there.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, we know.
We know, Trina. You the hair (indistinct) all up in there.
- Well, (murmuring).
- Okay. - Hey, hey.
(speaking in Spanish) I am empty.
Y'all ready to take some shots. Mami, shots?
Y'all want to take some shots? Are we doing this?
Vamos, vamos. What's up, Mami?
- I have to leave.
I have to get up to go to work in the morning.
- Okay. - Oh, thank you
for inviting me.
- You take care. Drive safe.
Have a good night. Vamos, let's go.
(upbeat music)
♪ Shot shot shot shot shot ♪
(group laughing)
- Mm-hmm. - You'll be fantastic.
- Oh. Come on. - Everything you do, baby.
Everything. - You ladies having
drinks without me, huh?
- (speaking in Spanish) Lemme get you one.
What's happening?
Hey, we gotta turn up. Okay?
Throw 'em up. Throw 'em up.
- When are the strippers coming?
- Strippers here?
Ah, damn, I knew I should've brought more cash with me.
- Ain't no strippers coming here.
- That's it. Let's turn this party up.
There's only chicks here.
Where are the dudes?
- (chuckles) Trina, it's a girl's night, remember?
- Listen. I got to connect.
One call, and it's "Magic Mike" part three up in this bitch.
- Trina, ain't there already a "Magic Mike 3" movie?
- Izzy, really? Damn, whatever.
Point is a bunch of naked men up in here now.
- Yes, yes.
- Ain't no strippers coming here. Are you having fun?
Are you having fun? - Yes.
- Well, I'm having fun too.
Trina, we don't need men here.
Try to take a break, okay? Decompress.
And enjoy the awesome ladies in the room. Okay?
Thank you.
- So boring.
- At the end of the day though,
I'm still enjoying this. I am.
(speakers drowning out one another)
- I heard shit. - I don't hear nothing.
I don't know.
- I didn't hear nothing.
- I didn't hear nothing either.
(group chattering)
- Ah, chica! - How are you?
- Good. You finally made it. - Yeah. Sorry I'm late.
- No, no, you're good.
I'm just happy that you're actually here.
You want me to get you
a drink or anything? - Yeah.
- Yeah, okay, lemme get you one.
I got you. I got you.
Okay, Trina, Trina, this is Sophie.
Oh my God. We're running outta liquor here.
Lemme get another bottle.
Sorry, Trina, Sophie, Sophie, Trina.
This is my bestie at work. Oh my God, I love her.
She's totally the best.
But lemme tell you something, girl.
- What's up? - Colombia.
It was fantastic.
I'm telling you. You just don't know.
(indistinct) Too much.
- Hey, mia, I'ma go grab a cigarette.
- Aunties and everything.
Ooh, and I got you some stuff too.
So souvenirs, you know, of course.
Had to bring all my people some stuff.
But, oh my God, it was such a good time.
What's with you though? How have you been?
(Sophie speaking indistinctly)
Oh my God. - I'm just so glad
I could make it out.
- Yes, me too, 'cause this-this is needed, for sure, mm-hmm.
(upbeat music)
(door clattering)
- Ma, what you doing out here?
- What's it look like? I'm having a cigarette.
- You coming in soon?
♪ Throw your hands in the sky ♪
- You want a piece of cake?
They serving cake. - I don't want any cake.
- But it smells good.
And it looks good. With the frosting and all.
They got red velvet, huh?
Come on. - Fine.
♪ Get to the dance floor quick ♪
♪ I wanna see you move your hips quick to my shit ♪
♪ Throw your hands in the air ♪
♪ Drop down low, move it fast, move it slow ♪
♪ Egotistic, I gotta whole lot to do, optimistic ♪
♪ Sometimes I get ahead of myself ♪
- Thank you. - Have a good night.
- [Nancy] Good night.
(door thuds)
- Ladies, how you feeling?
- Good. - Good.
(upbeat music) (feet clacking)
♪ Dip dip, I wanna see you dip ♪
- You got this. You got this.
You got this.
- Okay. How 'bout just one stripper?
- Girl, no. (chuckles)
(door knocking) (upbeat music)
- I mean, at least just one. - I know.
(Isabelle chuckles)
(door clattering) (upbeat music)
- Hey, sweets. - Hey.
♪ Drop down low, move it fast, move it slow ♪
♪ Egotistic ♪
♪ I got a whole lot to do, optimistic ♪
♪ Sometimes I get ahead of myself ♪
- Come on in.
(door thuds)
Are you okay?
(Nancy sobbing)
Aw, sweets. Ooh.
(Nancy whimpers)
- (scoffs) Oh, damn. Here goes this bitch crying again.
- (chuckles) T, you're so mean.
(Isabelle speaking in Spanish)
- I mean, who comes to a party crying and shit?
(scoffs) It's pathetic.
(Nancy sobbing and whimpering)
- You wanna go upstairs? - Yeah.
- Yeah? Come on.
♪ Egotistic ♪
♪ I got a whole lot to do, optimistic ♪
♪ Sometimes I get ahead of myself, I'm so interest ♪
- Hmm, I can't believe that bitch.
(exhales) I'm sorry.
I did not mean to call your mom a bitch.
- No. She's definitely a bitch.
- I am so sorry you had to go through that, sweets.
Shit, it's her loss, okay?
'Cause you would make anybody a great daughter.
- I really appreciate that, Maxie.
- It's the truth.
- Why couldn't you have been my mom?
(Maxie laughing)
- Girl, I'm not that old. (chuckles)
Okay, so how about your big sister?
Yeah, that sounds better. (chuckles)
- Yeah. Big sister sounds great.
(upbeat music)
Uh, I might have a friend stop by later.
- A friend? - Yeah, someone I met
while I was, you know, away.
- Okay, okay. I would love to meet this friend.
- Hey, Trina wants to know if it's okay
to open up that last bottle?
- Sure. I'll be down in a minute, okay?
- Okay.
- Um, you feel free to stay in here as long as you need
to if you don't feel like being around people, okay?
I'm about to shut this party down anyway.
- Nope. I'll be okay.
Let's have a drink.
- Oh shit, you gonna have a drink with your big sister?
- Well, maybe one.
- Uh, let's go, yes.
(upbeat music)
- So, you never thought about getting married again?
- I don't know.
Maybe if Elvis comes back, I will.
- (chuckles) You're obsessed with Elvis.
He'd be like 90 now if he never died.
- Yeah?
- Would you marry him now at 90?
- Mm, yeah, and I would love on every single wrinkle.
- Ew, that's so nasty.
(Detective Kowalska chuckles)
Detective Kowalska?
Uh, uh, hold on, Officer.
Let me put you on speaker so Daniels can hear you.
Okay.
- Hey, Daniels. - Berkley, how you doing?
- I'm good. - What do you got for us?
- [Berkley] Oh, uh, so we ran the hair sample
from Michelle's house
and the findings are paradoxal, to say the least.
- What do you mean?
- Is it the daughter's hair?
- [Berkley] No, definitely not the daughter's hair.
- Okay.
- [Berkley] So the hair belongs to a child
that disappeared over 15 years ago.
- Hmm. - What?
- [Berkley] I know. It makes no sense.
I'm just as perplexed as you.
(Detective Kowalska sighs)
- Is that all? Is that all you got for us?
- Well, I did a deep dive into the family records based
on the child's history
and found that the mother might still live
in Mayfield Heights.
I sent you her last address on file.
- Thanks, Berkley.
- Thank you. - Welcome.
- Let's go talk to the mom.
- God, the party was amazing. - Thank you.
Thank you for coming, okay? - Absolutely.
I'll be back. - Thank you. Be careful, okay?
- All right. Have a good night.
- See you. Hey, thank you.
- Thank you, thank you.
- No tequila next time.
- No tequila. - No tequila next time.
(Isabelle speaking in Spanish)
- Have a good night. Nice seeing you too.
Lunch? - Next week.
- And don't let me forget the souvenirs.
- Okay. I'll remind you. - Okay. Adios.
- It was nice meeting you. - It was nice meeting you too.
- What you about to do?
- I'ma just hang with the staff for minute,
then take my ass to bed.
- I heard that, great party.
I'll text you when I get home.
- All right. Be careful. - Okay.
- All right.
(door clattering)
(door clatters)
(paper rustles) (items rattling)
I knew it was too good to be true.
You barely touched this drink.
- I'm sorry. I tried.
It was so strong.
(burps) Ooh. Very strong, actually.
- What y'all over here laughing about?
- Minding our business. (chuckles)
(Trina chuckles)
- I see she's finally done crying.
- I guess so.
- Hopefully. Probably just for now.
- [Trina] Mm-hmm.
- So Trina asked me,
if you had to sleep with one
of these two presidents, which one would it be?
Barack or Bill Clinton?
- Wait. - I said Bill Clinton.
- Wait, what? - Eh.
I mean, like, young Bill. - Bill?
- Mm.
- Wait. Okay, I'm- I'm too drunk for this.
- I mean, Trina said Barack.
- No shit, I mean, at least Barack looks like he knows how
to get around some ass.
(Maxie chuckles)
Bill ain't had none since Monica Lewinsky.
- Hell no. They both old as fuck.
And neither one of them get none of this ass.
(group laughing)
- Damn, I wish I had a butt like Max.
- Girl, ain't nothing but squats.
And I make sure I do mines every day.
- You sure?
- Yes, I do.
Stop looking at my ass.
- Okay, sorry.
- Come on. Lemme show you how it's done.
- Okay.
- All right. So wide feet.
- Okay. Boom. - Okay?
Back straight. Hey, come on, be serious now.
- Okay, mm-hmm, I am. - That's right.
- Chest out.
- Boom.
- (chuckles) Seriously now, come on.
All right. Now, down slowly.
- Oh, okay. Here we go.
- Hold, and back up.
(Isabella laughing)
(Trina and Isabella laughing)
- You just landed your ass on me.
- If y'all don't get y'all drunk asses off the floor.
- Ah.
(feet clacking)
(door knocking)
- Ma'am, it's the police. We have a few questions.
- Hello, ma'am. My name is Detective Kowalska.
This is Detective Daniels.
We just wanna ask you a few questions.
- So ask.
- Can we come in?
- Do you have a warrant?
- Do we need one?
- To come in my place, you do.
See, I'm not too fond of the police.
When my boy went missing, y'all didn't do shit.
- Ma'am, I'm sorry that happened to you.
That's kind of the reason we're here.
Your boy's DNA was found at our last crime scene.
- Wait. You found my baby boy's body?
- (sighs) No, ma'am. On the contrary.
The person we found dead is a mother of a 15-year-old girl.
We found a hair simple on the mom
that matches your son's DNA.
- I don't understand.
- We don't understand either.
- Do you have any other children, siblings?
- Just my brother. But his old ass be drunk half the time.
And my daughter, Nancy.
Wait, she was just here tonight.
And she was saying she thought someone was following her.
Oh my God.
Oh, Lord, please forgive me.
Please protect my child. I can't lose another one.
- Ma'am, ma'am? - Oh, God.
- Listen, we wanna help.
Do you have a picture of your daughter, Nancy?
- Yes. Wait one second.
- [Ms. Ford] This is her when she was 16 or 17.
- Okay. Do you have her home/work address?
- No. No, I don't.
I know she works at a salon, uh,
Maxie's Hair Nail salon in Cleveland Heights, I think.
- Okay. - I think so.
- Okay. Don't worry.
We'll find your daughter. - Thank you.
- Okay. Lock- - Thank you so much.
- Lock the door.
We'll let you know if we find anything.
- Okay. - Okay?
- Thank you.
(door thuds)
- Okay, I'll call it in and get the address.
But what do you think?
- I don't know, but this could be our next victim.
- Y'all crazy asses.
- What about you?
- What about me what?
- Which present would you bang?
- I don't- I- I don't know.
What- what do you mean you don't know? Just choose one.
- I am not really into-
- Sex?
- I don't know. I've never...
- Okay, Trina, just lay off.
- (scoffs) Damn, I was just wondering.
Nancy here never speaks about sex.
Are you a virgin?
- I never said that.
- Trina, did you hear me?
- Then who'd you do it with, a boy, a girl, a relative?
- Okay, that's enough.
- Damn, she can't even take a joke.
(Isabella speaking in Spanish)
- Mami, Mami. It's okay. - No, no, no, no, no, no.
- It's fine. It's fine.
- I can't tell if the fuse blew
or if it's a neighborhood outage.
(speaking in Spanish)
- Okay, I'ma go home. - It's okay.
- I'ma go check the fuse box outside.
Aw, it's okay. It's okay.
I'm just- - I'm going home.
- No. No one goes anywhere until I see what's going on.
It's okay.
- Mami, come here. I told you it's fine, it's fine.
- It's okay. It's okay.
It's just the lights. It's just the lights, come on.
Come on, sit on the couch till I come back.
Come on, sit, sit, sit.
It's okay. You got this.
You got this. Okay?
Okay, just come on.
- Okay.
- Come on, practice, you got this.
(Nancy panting)
Right back.
- Calm down. Calm down.
It's fine. - I need to go get
my phone from upstairs.
- It's fine. - Trina, will you
come with me? - Aw, are you scared?
- No, I just don't see that good in the dark.
- Sure, scaredy cat. (chuckles)
I'm come- coming. I'm coming.
- Okay. (panting)
(hand thuds)
- I'm sure you Nance will be okay in the dark down here
all by yourself. (chuckles)
(terrifying music) (Nancy panting)
- [Maxie] Nancy, I need your help.
- You outside?
- [Maxie] No, Nancy. I'm in the basement changing the fuse.
- Where's the basement?
- [Maxie] Over here. I need you for help.
Come here for a minute.
(ominous music)
(zipper clinking) (ominous music continues)
- Hey, I- I thought you were out back checking the fuse.
- [Maxie] No, I forgot. It's down here.
- Okay.
(ominous music)
- [Maxie] Come here. I need your help.
- Okay. You...
(ominous music continues)
Hey, you can't get the old fuse out or something?
(ominous music continues)
Maxie?
(ominous music continues) (wood cracking)
Maxie?
Where are you?
(ominous music)
Here. (Nancy screams)
(door thuds)
- Whoa!
(eerie music)
(Nancy panting and sobbing)
(Nancy screams)
(plastic popping)
- These fuses as good. What the fuck?
Lemme get my ass back in this house.
(door clattering)
What the fuck? (door knocking)
Open the door.
(Isabelle panting)
- [Isabelle] Okay. Careful there.
- Hey, girl, are you okay?
- (sighs) I will be. - Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Hey, my phone's
in here, right? - Mm-hmm.
- Okay, lemme get it, so I- - Just soon as I get home,
soon as I get home.
- You sure you're fine? - Yeah. (inhales) I gotta pee.
Fuck.
- Oh, just meet me downstairs, okay?
- No, no, no, no, no, no. Wait for me, please.
- Damn, Izzy.
- Please.
- (scoffs) Girl, go ahead. - Okay.
(door knocking)
- Open the door. - What the hell?
(keys rattling)
- Hey, somebody come open the door.
Hey?
- Maxie, what happened? - Trina, I'm locked out.
Who closed the damn door?
- We didn't. Where's Nancy? - Trina, I do not know.
Can you come open the door? I am freezing.
- Okay, okay.
(door knocking)
Izzy, I gotta run downstairs and open the door for Maxie,
'cause the stupido can't hear the door or some shit.
- Ah, shit I'm coming. Wait for me.
- No, listen, just meet me downstairs. Maxie's pissed.
- Ugh, where is it?
(water sloshing)
(ominous music)
- T, why'd you leave me, Trina?
(Isabelle speaking in Spanish)
(Isabella whimpering) (eerie music)
Let go of me. (whimpering)
(door clatters and squeaks)
- Maxie, Maxie?
(Isabella gargling)
(eerie music)
Maxie, where are you?
- Damn it, we've checked Nancy's place,
Maxie's shop, and still no luck.
- Well, let's check Maxie's home address.
- How about we call it a night
and just follow the lead in the morning?
I've had enough dead ends for today.
- Yeah. Maybe you're right.
- [Dispatch] Dispatch to all available units,
disturbance called to 40 Medford Road, Cleveland Heights.
- That's Maxie's address. - Neighbor reported a woman
screaming for help. - Unit 12 to dispatch,
copy that, we're en route to location, over.
(ominous music) (door creaks and thuds)
- Nancy, hello?
Hey, Izzy, something weird is going on downstairs.
Nancy's gone, Maxie, I can't find either.
(eerie music)
(door knocking)
Hey, girl, I know you are not in there taking a shit
in Maxie's bathroom.
Izzy, why are you ignoring me?
Fuck this.
(door clatters and squeaks)
(door thuds) (terrifying music)
- Izzy, Izzy?
Oh, God, oh my God.
(terrifying music)
(brooding music)
(eerie music)
(door knocking)
(eerie music)
Who are you?
- Open the damn door!
- Maxie, call the police!
Call the police, Maxie (indistinct).
(terrifying music) (item thuds)
(Trina grunting) (terrifying music continues)
I see you like to kill women.
You fucking pussy.
I'm gonna fuck you up for what you did to Izzy.
(eerie music)
Fucking kill you.
(Trina grunting)
I'ma kill you. (grunting)
(eerie music)
Fuck you.
(flesh mushing) (Trina grunting)
(eerie music)
(artist vocalizing) (eerie music continues)
(Trina gasping) (eerie music)
(Trina retches and gargles) (heart beating)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(sirens wailing)
- Detective Kowalska?
- [Berkley] Hey, it's Berkley.
I heard that you guys are headed
over to the 40 Medford address.
I pulled a medical favor and got some info.
You're gonna wanna hear this.
Man, fuck this.
I'm going next door to call the police.
(door clattering)
What the fuck?
(door creaks)
What the fuck is y'all bitches doing in here?
Where's my fucking phone?
(feet clacking and scratching)
Hello, Trina, Izzy?
Where's Nancy?
I don't know what kind of game y'all playing in here,
but I am not laughing.
(Maxie screaming)
(Maxie whimpering and screaming)
Trina, Tri- (screaming)
(whimpering) Trina.
(screams) Trina!
No!
(Maxie coughing)
(Maxie gargling) (eerie music)
(Maxie panting)
♪ The itsy bitsy spider ♪ - No, sweets?
♪ Went up the water spout ♪
(container rattling)
♪ Down came the rain and washed the spider out ♪
- Nancy, sweets, do you hear me?
- Nancy? ♪ Up came the sun ♪
♪ And dried up all the rain ♪ - Nancy, do you hear me?
(eerie music)
♪ The itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again ♪
(eerie music) (Rebecca gasping)
(Nancy panting)
(suspenseful music)
- Please tell me, Nancy, you did not do this.
Sweets. Do you hear me, sweets?
Nancy, Nancy, do you hear me?
Please, please, lemme help you, Nancy.
(Maxie coughs)
- She hears you, bitch.
- No, please. (whimpering)
Please, Nancy.
♪ So the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again ♪
(Maxie coughs) (eerie music)
(engine roaring) (eerie music continues)
(door thuds)
(ground crunching)
(door knocks)
- Police, open up.
(suspenseful music)
- Let's try the back door.
(feet clacking) (suspenseful music continues)
(ominous music)
- Holy shit, Daniels. Call for backup.
Daniels?
- Don't move, Kowalska?
- No, no, Maxie?
(whimpering) No.
Come back to me.
(Nancy speaking indistinctly)
(whimpers) I don't want you to die.
I don't want you to die.
No, no, please don't leave me. (whimpering)
I don't want you to die.
Please don't leave me.
(Nancy whimpering)
- Yeah, it looks like her and her brother were twins.
It was his sister's hair we found at the crime scene.
Yeah, Berkley advised us on her mental condition
before we got here.
Plus, we found an empty bottle of lithium in her bag, but...
Sir, it's- it's a freaking blood bath in there.
Yeah. I know.
I just hate these types of crimes.
Those who make victims are always victims first.
Yeah, as soon as CSI gets here,
we'll take her down to booking
and ask her a few questions.
Hopefully get some answers.
Okay, sir. Thanks.
- What did the captain say?
- Let's take her down to booking and ask her some questions.
- Let's go. Watch your step.
(birds chirping)
Daniels, do you have my keys? I don't have my keys.
- Uh, I'll go and sign and look for them.
- Okay. I got her.
(ominous music)
(door thuds)
- Kowalska, I got your keys.
(ominous music continues)
Kowalska, Kowalska, Kowalska, wake up.
(eerie music)
(Kowalska grunting and gasping)
(heart beating) (screen swooshes)
Hello, officer down. In need of immediate assistance.
(brooding music)
The Hangman is that large.
I repeat, The Hangman is at large.
(brooding music)
(glass shatters) (brooding music continues)
♪ Lost as in the sea ♪
♪ Overboard ♪
♪ Drowning me ♪
♪ Glass surf the sea ♪
♪ Broken brains ♪
♪ Here to speak ♪
(ominous music) (bomb explodes)
(Kowalska groaning and gulping)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(ominous music)
(choir vocalizing)
(ominous music continues) (choir continues vocalizing)