Scream Queens

Previously on Scream Queens...

Someone is targeting the patients

- at the C.U.R.E. Institute. - You know who the killer is, don't you?

I want a transfer to your hospital.

I pulled a few strings

and had you transferred,

on the condition that you cooperate

with our investigation.

I'm getting married!

I don't think you know who I am

or what I'm capable of, Chad.

The things I've done, the things I'm willing to do.

The next body I touch with these hands will be Chanel's.

Chad Radwell's dead!

Chad Radwell's dead!

We know. We were all there.

I mean, he just died like five minutes ago.

How you already dressed up like Jackie Kennedy?

In my grief, I ran across the street

and put on my old Halloween costume.

Well, our theory that the killer was

the 1986 mother or her unborn son

is out the window.

We thought that they were seeking revenge

against this institution

by murdering its patients, but, of course,

- Chad Radwell wasn't a patient. - No.

Look, I'm just gonna be the first one to say it...

we have another murder to cover up, and, you know,

if the press gets wind of this, there'll be a media firestorm.

And I just... I don't think I could survive that

in my current state.

Where'd you go just then?

You got real ominous for no reason.

And what exactly is your "current state?"

My state of concern

that the hospital will be shut down

before we've even cured our first patient.

And that would be bad,

because you are curing patients.

They just keep getting killed, like, right after.

You guys! Chad is dead!

He's dead!

We can all see that, okay?

He fell through the rafters in the middle of your wedding.

Now can we please just stop screaming?

Excuse me?

How I choose to grieve the passing

of my rich, hot, dead fiancé

is entirely up to me.

I'm just saying... we're all super upset.

Are you?

Are you upset, Number Five?

Because as far as I can tell,

I am the only one here

showing even a modicum of anguish.

I mean, did anyone else here think

to change into a costume with a subtle

Jackie Kennedy leitmotif

to show that the passing of Chad Radwell

is a major event in our nation's history?

No.

Is anyone else so bereaved

that they've lost control of their bladder,

and they've started relieving themselves

in the potted plants

in the hallway? No!

In fact, is anyone here

raging at the heavens by peeing in places

you're not supposed to pee?

No!

So quit making this about you, Number Five,

because this is about me!

All right, that is it.

Get her out of here.

Today is my day! Chanel Oberlin,

bereaved fiancée of dead Chad Radwell.

that goes for all of you.

I'm gonna need this room to myself.

We are going to follow FBI protocol to the letter

on this one, ladies and gentlemen.

And that means I need to examine the body alone.

Ebony, Ivory, get out of here!

Shoo, fly, shoo. Git, git, git!

Get to steppin'!

I lied.

This ain't FBI protocol.

In fact, it's against FBI protocol

and everything I learned at Quantico,

and from watching the TV show Quantico.

I just... mm...

wanted to be alone with my sweet boo.

And now I'm real curious

about certain parts of your body

and its relative hardness,

now that this rigor mortis done kicked in.

Oh, damn.

Chad Radwell, my on-again, off-again lover,

Halloween is in two days.

And that was always our special night.

That's when our role-playing sessions

got particularly steamy.

Remember that time we acted out the plot

of Brokeback Mountain?

Howdy, I'm Jack. Jack Twist.

I'm Ennis. Ennis Del Mar.

And I am a gay cowboy.

Whoa! But I ain't queer.

I ain't queer either.

- Well, okay. - Okay.

- Well, okay. - Well, okay.

Okay.

- Okay... - Oh...

Oh!

Oh, no.

I can't quit you!

Don't quit me!

Chad Radwell, I promise to honor your death

by dressing up on Halloween

as Mrs. Chad Radwell,

and finding out who killed you.

And if I die trying,

I will meet you up in heaven, baby boy,

at one of them no-tell motels.

And you'll do whatever you want

with all of this.

Oh... my baby.

Oh...

Oh, God, help me.

I don't understand. You just asked the FBI

if you could transfer Hester

to my hospital, and they just said yes?

Actually, they texted me a "thumbs up" emoji.

I mean, the whole thing took place over WhatsApp,

so it only took, like, ten seconds.

Why, hello, Dean Munsch.

Agent Hemphill.

You appear to be wearing a wedding gown this Halloween.

I am dressed as Mrs. Chad Radwell,

because my on-again, off-again sometimes-sexy

role-playing lover was murdered last night!

But you already knew that.

No one can know the truth,

or they will shut this facility down.

The killer isn't just

killing patients anymore. Why?

Why has the pattern been broken?

Who can say?

What I do know...

is that Halloween night is upon us,

and massacres tend to happen

in this hospital on Halloween night.

I hope you two are prepared,

'cause I have a feeling

that this year... is gonna be a doozy.

What do you suggest we do?

You know the killer is someone in your ranks.

Throw a Halloween party for your hospital staff.

They're the bait.

They'll draw the killer out,

and you can catch him yourselves.

Let me out just for one night

so I can go to the party.

What? Hell no.

No, we're not gonna do that.

But I'll help you solve the case.

You already did help us. That was a good idea

about throwing that party.

But I want to go to the party.

How about this?

You tell us who the killer is,

and then we'll let your crazy ass go to the party.

How 'bout I go to the party,

and not tell you who the killer is?

Why would we do that?

Dr. Cathy Munsch.

You're not gonna believe this.

All right, now that we're all here, let's begin.

Hold on. How can we read

my beloved Chad's will

without his awful family here?

I'm sorry, I thought you'd been informed.

When the Radwells heard about Chad's

impending nuptials to you, Chanel,

they all loaded into one of the family 747s

and rushed here to try to stop it.

Unfortunately, on approach, the plane crashed,

killing all on board.

Oh, my God, that's horrible.

The entire family fortune

was passed to Chad, so when he died,

a short while after,

his will became the legal document

that determined where all the Radwell money goes.

Exactly how much money is all the Radwell money?

I mean, are we talking George Clooney E. R. money,

or George Clooney first dollar gross

on Ocean's 11,

and owner of Casamigos Tequila money?

Do not answer that question.