- Previously on Slasher... - I spoke to Tom Winston.
He said he'd do it for a lock of my hair.
But if you revere the truth,
you'll do this for me.
- (gunshot) - Hey!
Anything in Trent's past, something he might have done...
Trent never imagined that...
What? Ariel wouldn't make it home? That she'd disappear?
Shit. June was with Trent that night.
Her life is in danger, so I'm bringing her in.
(chatting)
Shh, shh!
I thought you already had a picture or twenty of a ruffed grouse.
- This is a sharp-tailed grouse. - There's a difference?
The tail! Sharp-tailed?
I don't know why I ever bought that book on birds for you,
- you never read it. - Is this one in your bird book?
(laughing) Come on.
- Come on! - I've read your...
lovely bird book,
but I can't remember every single name.
You have to, though. If you love me, you'll remember every bird in the world!
- (dog barking) - Where's Milo?
Where's the dog? Milo!
- Milo, where are you? - Hey, there he is.
- Milo, come here! - Jesus.
What did he get into this time?
(gasping) What is it?
(screaming)
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(conversations)
Should we go say hi?
I don't know, he seems...
he seems pretty overwhelmed.
Yeah. I can't even imagine.
- Hey, Dylan. - Hey.
- Hi, how are you? - Good.
- Sarah. Thank you for coming. - Hi.
Of course.
- Quite a turnout, huh? - Yeah.
- We're confident we'll find her. - How's Cam?
He's hanging in there.
He's worried, obviously.
Then again, we're all worried. Believe you me,
the big man upstairs has heard an earful from this guy.
Um... honey, could you go get us some coffee?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
Listen, about last night...
Yeah, Cam was upset. And scared.
- He didn't mean a word of it. - Are you sure?
I move back to town, everyone starts dying...
Sarah, no one blames you for that.
You're one of Cam's oldest friends,
and right now, he needs you.
Hey.
- Thanks for coming. - I'm so sorry.
Excuse me. Cam, can I talk to you outside?
- Why? - Just come with me, alright?
Come with me, please. Come on.
Oh!
(sobbing)
June was lying out, exposed to the elements,
but the cause of death was most likely respiratory failure.
Respiratory failure?
The IV administered
a paralytic. June's tox screens
will identify which one.
Did she suffer?
Death wasn't instantaneous.
Son, please, why don't you let me do this?
I want to see what he did to her.
That's her.
That's my June.
Ok.
- Son, why don't we... - Just shut up.
- Cam... - Would you just shut up?!
Alan. Alan.
Why don't we wait for him outside?
(dramatic music)
A picture-postcard small town,
a series of bloody murders,
one more gruesome than the next.
Is this the latest Hollywood blockbuster?
No, this is reality for the citizens of Waterbury.
I'm coming to you live on location
with two journalists who are living this nightmare.
Dylan Bennett, the fearless editor in chief of The Waterbury Bulletin,
and its publisher, Alison Sutherland.
- Thank you for welcoming me to your town. - Thank you for having us.
Now, this latest victim, June Henry...
- She was the wife of a police deputy. - Yes,
and she was having an affair with our fourth victim, Trent McBride.
- Is the husband a suspect? - No. - Why not?
You see, these were not crimes of passion. All the victims have
- a deep, dark secret in their past. - And these secrets are based
on one of the deadly sins, am I right?
Yeah, that is the working theory.
Well then, would you say that this killer is a vigilante, cleaning up your town?
- Uh... - Well, I'm a big believer in justice.
I'm a journalist. Our job is to expose the truth.
But these are also in fact... He's a natural.
Yeah. Sure is.
Imagine a scenario where every crime that's committed against me, for example,
I go out and I commit an equally
or worse, in fact, crime.
Is there any news? Did they reply?
"Hey, Alan, how was your day? What's that?
"You spent it consoling your son after his wife was found in a field,
half eaten by wild animals and a shepherd mix? Well, that's shitty!"
ok! It's wonderful to see you again, Alan.
Better?
(chains rattling)
This doesn't change anything.
- (banging on table) - I'd like to go back to my cell now.
(door buzzing)
ok, sorry.
Your standing this close to me is actually making me hotter.
Your makeup's running into your eyes.
I know, I can feel them stinging. Thank you.
- Are you ok? - Never been better.
You can talk, you know, when she asks these questions...
I would, but you're kind of sucking all the oxygen out of the room.
Dylan, you are doing great. The camera adores you.
- Just keep doing what you're doing. - Ok, thanks.
We're back in five, you wanna do something?
Your job, maybe?
Alan was working the room like he was running for office.
- It was bizarre. - Ok, so...
Alan finds out that June and Trent are cuckolding his son,
and he... kills them.
Maybe, but... they were both guilty of sloth, so...
Unless Alan's using the seven deadly sins as a cover, but...
then why would he kill my grandmother and Justin?
Yeah, right, why would a Christian zealot want to kill a gay Muslim?
And Verna McBride, I mean...
Oh, I wanted to kill Verna McBride. Many times.
No, wait. Alan lives with Cam.
The police went through that house top to bottom. They would've found something.
What about Alan's other house?
Shh!
(whispering): What if... what if Alan catches us here?
I don't know, we'll tell him we're praying for loved ones
or lighting a candle, whatever these people do here.
- Stop worrying. - Me? Stop worrying?
I had an ulcer by the time I was ten years old. Shh!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Sarah, I don't think anything's in here.
- I think we should go. - Please, just... just look.
We're wasting our time.
(loud metallic scraping)
Sorry.
Robin?
What?
What is that?
I think it's a murder kit.
Hello, Hello.
Hey there.
A little jolt of caffeine to start your morning. Voila.
My morning started three hours ago.
Ok, I may have taken a couple acting classes in university.
I'm pretty comfortable in front of the camera.
- Are you saying I'm not? - Yeah, that's what I'm saying.
Finally, some truth out of you. I wasn't uncomfortable,
I... I bombed.
Yeah, yeah, big huge bomb.
Listen, I can help you out, ok?
I can give you some pointers if you
- want, we can... - Why would you do that?
Because we're partners. We work together.
Oh right, ok, so you get to be charming and telegenic and famous
while I do all the grunt work and dig up the actual news. That's... that's fair.
Why? Did you find something?
- Thanks for the latte. - Alison...
I'm sure you've got a ton of fan mail to get to.
Ok, listen, I just did my job last night, ok?
And I'm trying to do my job right now. You're the one who crashed and burned, not me,
so as the editor in chief, if you found something, I need to know.
Alright.
(sighing)
Tell me you were not trying to hack into June's text messages.
- Uh, I am trying to, and I am failing. - Good.
I'm glad you're failing, because it's unethical
and it's very illegal.
If you have a problem with it,
then you cover the Jazz Cruise.
I hear the boat departs from the Main Street Marina at noon.
They could shut us down. They could throw us in jail.
Yeah, and we could also find all those sweet nothings
that June and Trent blasted to each other across the Ether.
Imagine what Lisa Ann would give for a little sex to go
- with all those blood and guts. - Walman would crucify us.
I've never named a source, I'm not about to start now.
Have you tried all the obvious passwords?
(beeping)
I... I kept telling June
to get one of those cup things, but...
she said they were bad for the environment, so...
You're stuck with my swamp mud.
You're not here for the coffee.
How well did your dad know Tom Winston?
Why?
He's his religious counsel.
Why don't you get to your point, Sarah?
What if Tom's behind the killings?
He's orchestrating them from behind bars...
having someone...
carry them out?
I found...
a murder kit in your dad's office.
It had rope and handcuffs and weapons.
(scoffing)
I know this is the last thing you wanna hear but, you know,
just take a step back, ok? Everyone's a suspect.
Yeah.
Yeah, they are, including you, Sarah.
Come on.
Your parents are murdered by religious zealots,
you move back to town,
into the exact same house,
and the killings start all over again,
the day after you return?
Or hey...
maybe Dylan's the killer.
Hm?
I mean, why would a big city journalist
move back to this... backwater?
And don't say so he can be the editor of that bullshit rag.
Huh? He's back here and suddenly the killings start all over again and...
he's sitting on the biggest news story in the country.
Or maybe you're the killer, Cam.
Your wife is cheating on you, so you kill her and her lover,
horribly, brutally?
Yeah.
Yeah. Maybe it's me.
Your dad is hiding something.
Yeah. Dylan is, too.
I'd bet my life on it.
(door opening)
Hello, Sarah.
I've taken far too long to drop by and check out your gallery.
Wow!
You've really transformed the place.
Thank you.
So...
an old woman goes to confession
and she says to her priest: "Father,
"I've spoken ill of my neighbor
and I seek forgiveness."
"Go find a chicken", he says,
"and pluck out all the feathers and drop them around town.
That is your penance."
She does as she's told,
but she doesn't feel any better, so she goes back to the priest,
and he says: "Now go around and retrieve all the feathers."
And she says: "Father, how can I?
They've been scattered to the winds."
And the priest smiles
and he says:
"Just like your words,
what you throw out can never be taken back."
- Can I help you with something? - Yeah, you can start
by not upsetting my son. I could go to Chief Vaughn with what you've done.
Then why don't you?
- You're jumping to conclusions here. - Am I?
And you should be careful.
I will.
Now thanks for stopping by.
You know, your parents...
they were quite naïve.
They thought they were invincible.
I would hate to see history repeat itself.
"I want the fights, and the make-ups. I want the kisses goodnight
"and the waking up the next morning in your strong arms.
"I want to walk along the beach with you at Katherine Cove,
"the sand between our toes, just you and me
"and the sunset.
"I want to kiss you and call you baby.
That's what I want, Trent, with you."
She sounds like an oxygen-deprived teenager.
How did you get these?
They are gold.
They were emailed to us.
We can't reveal our source, obviously.
- Yeah. - Was it June's husband?
Or one of Trent's ex-girlfriends?
We could bring her on the show, add a little jig.
Like I said, we can't reveal our source. Sorry.
- You understand. - Alright, well, tonight,
our focus is sex, sex, sex. Are you ok with that, Dylan?
Yeah. That is the story, right? Alison, you wanna...
Of course, of course. If we can publish it,
we can talk about it.
Actually, it might be better if we just focused
on one of you. I mean, it's easier for our audience,
you know, keeps their attention. You understand what I'm saying.
Yeah, but Alison is the face of The Bulletin.
Yeah, but The Bulletin will still get a prominent display in The Chira.
Well, it's your show,
so if that's what you think is best, then...
Great.
- I knew you'd understand. - Wait, wait. The texts are salacious,
absolutely, but I... I feel like
it's really a love story between a man and a woman.
Now, I can give the male perspective, and I think Alison would be great
giving the female perspective.
Let me think on it. I hear what you're saying.
Great work today. See you tonight.
Hey, hon.
- Those texts were personal, not news. - Sarah...
Did you think about Cam?
About what it'd be like for him when the whole town reads his crap?
Listen, I report the news, good or bad, you know that.
I do now.
"Making love to Cam
"is like going for a bad massage.
"A lot of touching, a lot of squeezing,
and you end up feeling sore and kind of embarrassed."
Ouch. And you're telling me Cam Henry is not a suspect?
Cam Henry is a respected member of the Waterbury police department.
John Wayne Gacy dressed up as a clown
and performed at children's birthday parties. Means nada.
Does this look bad for Sgt. Henry? Absolutely.
But we have to remember, Lisa Ann, these murders are motivated by the seven deadly sins,
and last time I checked, screwing around on your husband
- is not one of them. - Lust is.
Yeah, but given how Trent McBride
and June Henry were murdered, coupled to the fact that they sure thought
- their responsibility in protecting Ariel - Stop, shh, shh, shh.
Lust, sloth... why can't it be both? Kill two birds with one stone.
Except he enjoys killing people.
No, really? He does? Knock me out with a feather.
I think what Alison is trying to say is that the Executioner is not concerned
with being economical with his killings.
Well, that brings up the key question I have.
What does this killer want? Why is he doing this? Thoughts?
Well, I feel like the religious nature of these crimes can't be ignored.
"My god is a vengeful god."
But Jesus also says "Turn the other cheek".
In the New Testament, but I feel like this killer is more motivated by the Old.
Very good point, Dylan.
(voice fading out)
Why don't we ask the Executioner himself?
Serial killers write to newspapers all the time.
Uh, the Son of Sam, BTK, the Zodiac...
If the Executioner has a message,
then please, talk to me.
Let me interview you one-on-one.
We'll be right back to talk more about the religious aspects
of these terrible crimes.
Alison, this guy is not done killing.
He has three more to go, pride, lust, greed, and call me crazy,
but throwing yourself to the lions seems a little prideful.
Are you concerned
or are you just jealous that you didn't think of it first?
Jealous?
- He's a cold-blooded killer. - He is,
and, uh... that'll make for an incredible interview, won't it?
(eerie muted voice): Alison...
(growling): Alison...
What is that?
They're stored in evidence.
I understand. I'm not asking for the originals,
- just some copies. - Why?
So you can watch dear old Mom screw a bunch of strangers?
My hands are tied.
You know, you're not boss of this town, Chief Vaughn.
And you're not Nancy Drew.
You're a failed artist who's stuck in a small town
who can't even sell other people's artwork.
That's who you are, Sarah.
(gunshot, birds fluttering)
(loud clanking)
How do I know you are really him?
This could be a really sick joke.
(cavernous voice): June Henry's toxicology report
will show curare
in her system.
It's a paralytic
and it... left her
defenseless.
Would you like to... confirm this
before we pursue?
I'll take your word for it.
We all sin.
Every day of our lives,
we sin.
Taking the Lord's name in vain...
that's a sin everyone commits.
However, I only kill those who deserve to die.
Even if God himself commanded "Thou shalt not kill"?
"Thou shalt not kill the innocent".
My victims were not innocent.
Does that strike a nerve in you, Alison?
Of course it does.
You're killing people. You've made yourself judge and jury.
I'm...
but a reaction to their sins.
In fact,
you and I have much in common.
I... I'm not sure I'd agree with that.
Your newspaper... hm...
does it not perform the duties
of judge and jury in its own way?
We report the truth, the facts.
- And nothing but the facts. - Yes.
So help you God.
(chuckling)
You have no sins, Alison...
Nothing that weighs heavily
on your conscience?
No, nothing.
Put up quite a fight.
Why did you cut off her hands and feet?
Well, the plan was...
to chop her up into seven pieces.
I thought it would be poetic.
- But I was interrupted. - Holy... shit.
Ok, let's pump the brakes here.
Can we confirm that that's him?
- Could be anybody in the mask. - You heard what he told me.
Stuff only the Executioner would know.
Our techies should be able to clear up picture and sound,
but I kind of like the vérité quality.
And I wanna build an entire special around it.
Really?
Oh, ok! Wow...
I am putting you on a plane to New York tomorrow.
We'll do it in our studio. We'll bring in some big names.
Are there any journalists or crime writers that you are particularly fond of?
Uh... oh God, ok. Let me think.
Um... Dylan, anybody...?
We'll pipe Dylan in from here if we need him.
Someone's gotta hold down the fort, right?
Hey, guys,
what about going to the police, you know?
I mean, this is a pretty major break in the case.
It is, and they can watch it on TV tomorrow night
like the rest of the world.
When we land, I'm gonna whisk you
to my stylist. They're gonna do hair, makeup, wardrobe...
Which you get to keep, so aim high.
Sarah. Pleasure to meet you at last. Please, sit down.
I'm sorry I didn't make it to your grandmother's memorial.
She and I go way back. And this mess, well...
- it's just a mess, isn't it? - Mr. Mayor.
And our tourism industry is on life support, I mean, this is way worse
than a rainy summer.
How about I just ask you what I came here to ask you?
Ah, I see you're straight to the point. Gotta love it. Shoot.
The police found some VHS tapes in my house
and they admitted them into evidence.
I'd like some copies.
- Have you spoken to Chief Vaughn? - I have.
Well, if he says no, it's a police matter,
it's out of my jurisdiction, I'm sorry.
Now if you'll excuse me, I...
How about this for straight to the point?
You lean on Vaughn and get me copies
of those tapes ASAP, or I tell my husband the reporter
about your affair with my grandmother.
I am sure these fellas would love to talk about the sordid love life
of one of the Executioner's victims and the mayor...
Grandpa.
So, I just watched a rough cut of your interview.
Excuse me. And, uh,
my dear, for the first time
in my life, I was speechless.
(laughing) Congrats.
Awesome.
Oh, that's great.
Ok, well, um...
Here's something that I've been wanting to ask.
How do I translate all of this
into something bigger?
Bigger?
Well, the story's burning bright for now,
but it won't last forever. Hell, we're almost out of sins.
Ok, so what exactly does bigger look like?
Look, I was born in Waterbury. I've spent most of my life here.
God, I... I rent the apartment above The Bulletin
because I've sunk all my life savings just to keep it on life support.
I refuse to die here. Not with this albatross of a newspaper
wrapped around my neck.
Girl to girl, no bullshit?
- Yeah, of course. - Ok. What you did
with the Executioner... Balls to the wall.
But he is a pussycat.
People like me, we have no moral code.
You remember that News of the World scandal over in the UK,
where they hacked into the phone of that murdered girl's parents?
Of course. What about it?
Well, let's just say they could've learned a thing or two from me.
'Cause I was never caught.
Ariel Peterson's disappearance
was big news, at least for a while,
but with no new leads, the story started to die
a slow death, so... I made sure
it stayed alive.
Benny Peterson was a controlling, jealous man.
Everyone knew it. He threatened to kill
Heather and Ariel if Heather ever left him.
All the facts pointed to him, but there was no smoking gun.
So I provided one.
Did the trick. Readership shot up.
Made enough money to keep The Bulletin afloat for another year
and Vaughn focused the entire investigation on Benny Peterson.
And then Benny hung himself.
But what if I was wrong?
What if Benny was innocent?
What if Ariel's still out there and whoever took her
got away with it because of me?
Tell me...
if you could go back,
if you could do things differently,
would you?
That email kept the lights on
and my staff being paid.
Get this lady a drink,
pronto.
It's like I have poison ivy
and crabs duking it out on my left nostril. Can I just...
No.
If you don't stop moving, I'm gonna make you look like a Picasso.
- I can't, sorry. - Robin...
What is he doing?
Sarah, come see this.
(car engine starting)
The hell's he going?
Sarah, my spidey senses are tingling
and telling me that we should not be doing this.
Want to just stay in the car?
- No... - Ok.
Let's do this.
Which way did he go? (woman screaming)
- What the hell was that? - No idea.
- Oh, please, you're scaring me! - Just do what I said!
- (yelling) - Stay there.
Do it! Ah!!
Father, forgive me, for I have sinned! Ah!
Holy shit.
Sure. Oh, hold on.
The limo's here.
Yeah, no, it's not a secret.
I've told everyone I'm going.
Hold on. Wait.
Where's the guy? Ok.
Hello? Jesus.
I don't know what's happening. Um, if people can't watch the special live,
I want those PVR set, ok? Make sure.
I've only been to New York once before, if you can believe it.
Yeah, years ago. I'm sure it's changed a lot since then.
- (cavernous voice): Hello, Alison. - No! No! No!
No!
Help!
Oh, please, don't do this.
Help!!!
Oh, God! (sobbing) You used me the other day.
(sobbing)
I have sinned.
I lied to you.
I have sinned, I'm a sinner, I did something awful,
and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...
(sobbing) Oh God, I'm sorry.
But I repent. I repent. I swear,
I'll make up for it, I will.
I'll do anything, please, God, just please let me go,
please. No!! No!!
No, you can't do this! No!
No!
- Good morning, Mrs. Bennett. - Uh, hey, Officer Sharma.
Chief Vaughn wanted me to deliver these.
I guess courier is part of my job description now.
Thanks.
(moaning in pleasure)
Oh, my God. Is that... is that Tom?
So, me and the boys
are pooling our money together, gonna spend
all next year down in the Caribbean.
We're gonna need a 34-foot monohull. (whistling)
Figure, you know, start in Miami, head south from there.
Come on. It's gonna be sick.
Yo, Flo!
One side of mayo and some garlic powder, por favor.
(clicking tongue)
Poor man's garlic aioli, what what!
What the hell is this? Calamari?
Oh!
(sizzling sound)
Whatever's jammed down there's a whole lot bigger than an ear.
You drop that, and I'll fire your ass.
Is it Alison?
- No comment. - The limo company said
she never got in their car, she never got on her plane,
she never checked into her hotel room in New York.
I said no comment.
Biblical punishment for greed is burning in a vat of hot oil.
This has the Executioner written all over it.
Are you happy about this? Is that what this is, huh?
She was your boss, you knew her!
So you are confirming that it was Alison Sutherland.
- You're a real piece of shit, Dylan. - Maybe,
but this is my story, Vaughn.
Now, you can work with me and we can inform the public together,
or I can do this on my own, my own way. You choose.
I have the ear and the trust
of this town, of this country.
I don't think I can say the same for you, Vaughn!
(humming)
There you are! Can I go make you a nice sandwich? I picked up some pastrami.
- No. I'm fine. - You sure? You must be starv...
♪ Down came the rain ♪
♪ And washed the spider out ♪
♪ Out came the sun and dried... ♪
- Hi, Daddy! - Hi, little man.
Don't stop singing,
Ariel. It's beautiful.
♪ Out came the sun and dried up all the rain ♪
♪ So the itsy bitsy spider ♪
♪ Climbed up the spout again ♪
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