Overkill

Okay, on my way.

Adam 10-35. Mary.

We are fascinated by murder.

TV shows, movies, books, podcasts,

24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

With all this constant fascination, it's no surprise,

we're also terrified of being murdered.

We take self-defense classes,

install triple locks on our doors,

and security cameras in our windows,

and, of course, we've got plenty of guns.

But the reality is this,

cheeseburgers kill more people than people do.

Cancer, Alzheimer's, diabetes.

Every single one of these has

a higher mortality rate than homicide.

Today we are live

and we are talking about the "Odds of Murder."

I'm Cassidy Smith, and this is my "Crime Scene."

Hey, John.

Oh, what's up KH? Good to see you again.

JJ, Marcus.

SMH199.

The odds that you'll die a violent death

at the hands of a deranged murderer are extremely low.

So, next time you see a shadow on the wall,

no matter how certain you are,

it is someone coming to kill you...

It's just a tree branch.

That is a statistical fact.

Nobody is watching you.

Nobody is after you.

Nobody is in the closet.

Or under the bed.

You are going to live a long,

boring,

uneventful life.

Unless you're not.

Sometimes the noise isn't the wind.

Sometimes the shadow isn't a tree branch.

And 1 in 100 million,

there actually is a killer waiting in the dark.

In that case,

fight as if your life depends on it,

because it does.

- It was a sunny summer afternoon

in Leesburg, Pennsylvania,

when Wendy Whitaker decided

to leave her home to visit a friend.

It was a 10-minute drive.

She left at 1:15 PM.

By 1:45 PM she had not arrived.

Wendy's friend became worried.

Wendy had gone missing before.

She also had a history with the local police

and had been arrested for petty theft and prostitution.

No one was worried about Wendy Whitaker.

But her friend had a nagging suspicion that-

The phone is ringing.

The phone is ringing.

Answer the phone, Cassidy.

Hello?

- Hi. Cassidy Smith? - Yeah.

This is Detective Vega from

the LAPD, Commercial Crime Division-

I didn't do it.

Excuse me?

- What can I help you with, Detective?

- I need to ask you a few questions

about a Taylor Li.

Taylor?

What about her?

- I'm sorry to be the one to inform you,

but Taylor was the victim of a homicide.

You said commercial crime.

- We are handling the device processing.

You were the last person

Taylor was emailing before she was killed.

- I haven't talked to her in five years.

- She thought your podcast was "kickass."

Her words.

You two were friends?

- We were roommates for like one semester in college.

I don't really know what to tell you.

- Any reason why you were roommates

for only one semester?

It was like half a semester.

Is there a reason that matters?

- Just trying to get a full picture of Taylor.

She was a only child. Both parents deceased.

Few friends and a lot of money.

- Yeah, I don't know anything about that.

- Maybe you know some of her other friends?

Perhaps a Mark Bennett.

- Like I said, it's been five years, so...

Nicole Tang?

No.

How about a Jessica Lebow?

- Can I call you back? I'm actually late for work.

Sure.

Sure. This number goes right to my cell.

Give me a call anytime.

Jesus Christ.

- Hello, Tinglers. It's me, Tinglee.

How's everybody doing?

Today we're gonna go back to some oldies,

but goodies

for sleep triggers.

Vega.

Jerking off to her videos

isn't gonna do anything for me.

Unless you're gonna jerk me off too.

I'm a team player.

Sure you are.

That's why you're down here.

Jesus.

I've got kitchen drawers bigger than this.

Listen, Vega,

this ain't a hole you can dig yourself out of.

But you do your time, maybe,

maybe you can work your way back.

That's it.

Oh. Friendly advice, huh?

Go fuck yourself, Brant.

Yeah? How about this?

Don't fuck with my case

or I'll make sure that you never get out of here.

- You gave me this shit, remember?

I didn't ask for it.

- Did I ask you to get the Emmy's report?

And don't tell me you're not asking about that.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Sure, you don't.

Stay in your lane, Vega.

Jesus Christ. Man, look at me.

I am clearly in my lane.

What the fuck else do you want from me?

Okay.

What do you got?

- Not much. Just typical troll shit.

- What about the email?

- Old college roommate. Cassidy Smith.

Doesn't seem to know much about nothing.

But?

She has a true crime podcast.

Oh Christ.

Goddamn cyber sleuths.

I fucking hate cyber sleuths.

- The victim was watching it when she was killed.

You sure?

- Yeah. I'm pretty sure, it's a livestream.

Huh?

Well, then we can clear her.

Lose her number. We don't need her anyway.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You got somebody you like already?

- That's for us. homicide detectives to know

and former homicide detectives

to find out like everybody else.

Enjoy the view.

Damn it.

Hey, Eddie. How are you doing, man?

How's your mother?

Let me ask you something.

Did you fucking rat me out? Huh?

You two-faced lying mother-

What? No.

Don't fuck with me, Eddie.

Don't fuck with me.

Who said that?

Fucking Brant. Who else?

- I didn't say shit to Brant.

He's fucking with you. He does...

You know he does that.

- Fine, all right, all right. All right.

So what's the deal?

He's got somebody lined up he likes or what?

Yeah.

Housekeeping staff, blood print.

He was the one who found her so, makes sense to me.

But what do I know?

RHD is freaking out over it.

Guy's got prior or some shit.

You still want the report?

What?

Yeah. Yeah, whatever.

- I hope you got a strong stomach.

- I've seen cut up bodies before, Eddie.

Not like this.

I ain't even seen anything like this.

And I've seen some shit.

72 stab wounds.

Ripped her guts out.

Cut the fingers off one hand and well,

we found something inside of her.

- Crushing it isn't enough today, people.

You've got to demolish it.

Pulverize it. Incinerate it.

Fucking infinity gauntlet bad shit.

In the shape of a picture, in the form of a drone.