Everyone Must Die!

Die, motherfucker.

Yeah, that's my sister Vicki.

Kyle.

I know it's hard right now,

but I need to ask you a few questions.

Yeah.

Sure, detective.

Please call me Hal.

Okay.

I know this is hard, but did your sister--

Why aren't you out there

trying to get this guy?

He killed my sister.

We can't just let him get away with what he did.

He's dead, Kyle.

What?

- Will, the guy with Vicki, he got that son of a bitch.

No.

No, they didn't.

I've heard about these kinds of killings in another town.

They thought they got the guy then but they didn't.

- Do you want to see the God damn body, Kyle?

It's back there, what's left of it.

He killed that son of a bitch.

He's dead.

And why don't you go blow off some steam, alright?

The things I've seen here, reporting.

They think that it's over, but it's not.

It's not some Satanic serial killer.

It's none of that bullshit.

I've seen this before.

And the killings aren't gonna stop.

Now the cops, they don't want you to know

that they have a suspect.

But it's not him.

It's never over.

What do you know?

Excuse me?

What do you know?

Look, buddy.

This is my house, not yours.

And I don't give autographs here, so get lost.

You said you've seen this before.

Hey, look, look.

I just got done,

on the scene, the past week.

And seen a lot of murders.

So apparently I said some things that I didn't mean,

and apparently know nothing about.

It's no big deal.

The killings are probably over,

so can you please leave?

- My sister was murdered by whoever was behind this.

And like you said, I don't think he's dead.

In fact, I read about a couple other murders just like this

in another town.

Look, it's not just one other town.

You gotta get in here.

Here, look at that.

What is this?

It's proof.

For the past two months,

these killings have been happening in the exact same way.

Three towns hit, back to back to back,

then nothing for a week.

Then three towns are hit and then nothing.

And then, guess what?

Another three towns are hit.

All high body counts.

It's been happening for months.

The killings, they seem to be moving West.

What do you mean the same killings?

Read the coroner's reports.

All these deaths seem to be surgical.

All committed with the same blade.

Same kinds of towns.

All high body counts in each town.

26, 40, 36.

All within two days of each other.

Now, you're telling me,

that there just so happens to be

a different crazy ass serial killer in every town

deciding to kill the same way?

I don't think so.

Not on your fucking life, kid.

How did you get the coroner reports?

Look.

In my business, you learn to do a lot of favors.

And a lot of stealing.

Capiche?

- The cops I talked to said the killer's dead.

Do you think he is?

Oh buddy.

Your friend killed someone, alright.

He cut off the motherfucker's face with a lawnmower.

Was it the killer?

I don't know, you tell me.

Why do you know all this?

- This is the first town of the fifth cycle.

I was originally the weather man,

of the first town of the first cycle.

Now, I moved here because I thought

that this town would be next.

And I was right.

I started researching this

when I first found the connection

between the first three towns.

And if I'm right,

which I usually am,

then this here,

little small town here in West Virginia,

is about to be fucked.

Well, metaphorically, at least,

'cause you can't actually fuck a town.

I guess, what I'm trying to say, look,

there's gonna be a lot of people who are gonna die.

We need to tell the police.

- Oh buddy, I've tried and I've tried that.

Thing is, with police, they don't like to be wrong.

Now as far as the feds are concerned,

I don't know if they're covering it up or what.

Maybe they're just trying to figure it out like me.

But when it comes to local police, not too handy.

You want my advice?

Move to Utah.

At least you'll be safe until 2025.

That is, unless the killer picks up speed.

He is getting a lot better.

Whether it be cold or damp,

we still gonna camp, niggas.

Jesus, Sam, that's offensive.

We're all white.

Damn, Carol.

The name's MC Pink.

Why don't you check out the ink?

I hate you, Sam.

Marie, Doug.

Let's get a move-on.

We're coming.

- Okay, let's keep all the tents and everything separate

so that when we--

Okay guys, I have my herbal tea,

the aroma candles, a book on seances,

and some tarot cards so that we can predict our future.

- Marie, how many times do I have to tell you?

If it's not explainable by science,

it's not worth discussing.

What?

What are you doing?

For optimal moving around room,

the tents should be at least 15 feet apart.

Doug, we don't have to be

that far apart from each other.

My spiritual guru says we'd be

more of a community if we were closer together.

Are you sure we wanna be

that close to Sam's rapping, ever?

Hey, whether out in the woods,

or deep in the hood, you know I'm the best rapper.

Bitch, I'm too good.

Too good.

Really?

Don't you ever stop speaking in rhyme?

- Hey show some respect when you speak to me.

It's my rhymes, they come indefatigably.

Oh.

Okay, that one was good.

- Okay guys, I need to try out these new tarot cards.

But we're only 26% finished

setting up our camp site. - I need to try them.

They're better than my other ones.

What's different about them?

- The grand elder at the store that I go to

said that these were blessed

by the Salem witches years ago.

- You know there weren't any witches, right?

They were all falsely accused women.

The chi in this area is perfect.

I'll definitely be able to make contact

with the other side.

You know it's pronounced chi, right?

Somebody draw 10 cards.

I'll tell our future.

Judgment.

Death.

Wheel of fortune, cool.

But you dis on MC Pink.

You going into the fool.