Previously on A Murder at the End of the World...
Uh, look, Dad, something crazy happened.
Andy Ronson, you know, the king of tech,
invited me on a retreat.
Welcome. This was not an easy group to assemble,
so the next few days are gonna be very precious.
You're Darby Hart. Guess what I'm reading.
The Silver Doe.
A true-crime mystery.
You know her book is about her road trip with Fangs, right?
- You know him? - A long time ago.
He just went by Bill back then.
I can't believe he's at this retreat.
- Why'd you come? - I came for Lee.
Come get warm with me.
No.
Really, I need to tell you something.
Bill?
Bill, I'm gonna go get help.
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Somebody!
- Help. I... - Yes?
I-I need a doctor.
- EMT? An EMT? - No, no, no, I need a real fucking doctor,
- I need an ambulance. - Uh, storm...
- Uh, the storm... - The astronaut.
Sian Cruise. Do you know what room she's in?
Um...
Room 4. And I need you to get us into Bill Farrah's room.
Room 11. Can you do that?
- Okay. - Okay.
Okay, okay.
Sian, it's-it's Bill Farrah!
Please, I need... I need a doctor!
- Sian... - What's going on?
I don't know. I don't know. It's Bill. He's hurt.
I think it's bad. Please, please come.
Yes.
All right, sit tight.
No.
One, two,
three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten...
Come on!
- How long? - Almost ten.
I think it's morphine.
- He needs Narcan. - Got it.
... 15, 16...
One.
Two, two and a half days.
No fluids or foam. ID?
Leann Duffer.
Twenty-eight.
Lived out past the old high school.
Looks like suicide.
Jesus. You brought your kid?
It's okay.
She's not hurting anything.
Darby.
He's gone.
Good God. I'm just being called now?
- Has anyone else been in here? - No.
Sian. Tell me.
He didn't have a pulse when I arrived.
I tried CPR for around seven minutes.
And the blood?
Possible seizure caused the head injury.
Someone get Eva.
No. This isn't right.
Nothing about this is right.
- You're Bill's girlfriend? - No.
- You were with him just now? - No. I-I...
Do you have any knowledge of what just happened here?
Um, I-I tried to get help.
- You realize this is a private matter. - N-No.
He's my friend. He's my friend!
- I'm... - My fault.
My fault. Uh, my fault.
Um...
Uh...
was that going to Room 11?
I need to clean this.
Watch your step, please.
Darby.
- Yeah? - I'm so sorry.
This is just fucking awful.
We are contacting the Icelandic authorities
and the embassy in Reykjavik.
You okay?
This is Todd Andrews, my head of security.
He and his wife Eva will take care of you
while I sort everything out.
I-I should s-stay with him.
He doesn't like to be alone.
He won't be.
- Let's walk. Come on. - Okay.
Maybe just...
Come and sit.
Oh. You're trembling. Poor dear.
We lose our legs in moments like this.
Gravity turns on us.
Our hearts can't compensate.
If you need anything, you can call on me.
- Ray? - Yes, Eva.
Please set up a direct line for Darby to reach me on my mobile.
Of course.
The best thing for you is to sleep.
Impossible to imagine now,
but it's healing.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
So sorry, kiddo. This'll just be a moment.
It's all right. I'm not in any rush.
Hey, Steve.
- How are you? - Good to see you.
Shouldn't you be in school?
Shouldn't you?
It's small.
A kid, you think?
Not a kid.
A teen, maybe.
No older than 30. Can see the hyoid's not fused.
Long hair still there in spots.
A female, maybe?
Maybe not.
Broad sciatic notch
indicates victim is definitely female.
Probably a domestic.
Or a transient.
- Got money on the Vikings this weekend? - Nah.
Zimmer's losing it.
Have you seen these?
Seeing 'em now.
And no wallet, no ID?
Nope. Just those, Sherlock.
And a hole in her skull.
And... you don't think it's strange that these
are the only things with her body?
Girls wear earrings.
Bag 'em.
Keep 'em with the body.
♪ Till I take further evidence ♪
♪ I seem to need a reference to get residence ♪
♪ A reference to your preference to say ♪
♪ I'm a good neighbor, I trudge ♪
♪ So judge me for my labor ♪
♪ Lobotomy ensures my good behavior ♪
♪ The constant struggle ensures my insanity ♪
♪ Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family ♪
♪ We're hungry, beware of our appetite ♪
♪ Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight ♪
♪ The kill which I share with my passengers ♪
♪ We take our fill ♪
♪ Take our fill, take our fill. ♪
Probably someone she knew, right?
Not here to speculate about her relationships, kiddo.
Blunt force trauma to the left side of the cranium.
Making the assailant right-handed.
And what are we saying about the nature of the wound?
The area of contact is small,
indicating a hammer or something?
But...
I mean, there's no plug through the cranium, so...
it's hard to tell the shape of the weapon.
Mm, what's that give us?
I mean, there's no soft tissue.
I don't know if she had any other injuries.
No ID.
Which means?
Probably no justice.
Probably right.
Well... a wound like this,
maybe it was fast.
Is it ever?
What?
Fast enough?
- Don't. - I mean, she knew...
It's not professional.
It's just how I think.
I have the paperwork.
Can you box her remains up and take her to storage
on your way home?
Yeah.
What about these?
- What if they... - No ID, no case.
- In the box. - Okay.
Fuck.
So the dead talk to you?
Um...
yeah.
Yeah.
What have you heard?
Good morning, Lu Mei.
- Enjoy. - You can just call me Martin.
Martin Luther is my favorite American name.
That's weird. I didn't know people had...
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- Am I gonna like this movie? - I hope you do.
- How did you sleep after last night's... - I think like a baby.
- Hot baths and cold beers. - Yeah.
Thank you.
Apologies for the, uh, delayed breakfast.
I wanted everyone to be here
to meet some truly awful news together.
Bill Farrah passed away last night.
- What? - Oh, my God.
What do you mean?
It appears that he overdosed in his room
sometime after midnight.
Sian and the hotel EMT tried to revive him,
but there was nothing they could do.
I've contacted the police.
They'll be here before nightfall.
They'll come and they'll attend to everything.
- I spoke to his mother this morning. - Oh, my God.
I just urge all of you to please, please
don't say anything to anybody
until all of his family have been contacted.
Oh, my God. Poor boy.
We need to keep it together here.
Rohan, it'll be okay.
I'm sorry.
Can we see him?
I think it's best to leave him and
let the authorities tend to the body.
- You mean to investigate? - Yes.
- An investigation... - Which will undoubtedly
confirm the cause of death.
I think this group is no stranger to the fact
that our most brilliant artistic minds
are often our most fragile.
I saw him last night.
Well, we all saw Bill last night.
No, I was at his window.
I was with him when he died.
And he was scared.
Like shit scared.
Like he was fighting for his life.
People who take their own lives often regret it
at the moment they realize there's no going back.
I'm sorry, but you didn't even know Bill.
I'm sorry, but I do know about addiction.
Both my biological parents were addicts.
But it, it's...
Bill got sober years ago.
You said on the plane you hadn't seen Bill
in six years.
Maybe you didn't know him anymore.
Poor girl. You're in shock.
I know it when I see it.
It was awful, what we saw.
Somebody pour her a tea.
I think I should cancel today's presentation.
I assume you're arranging for our departure?
I mean, we cannot continue here under this death knell.
It's true, Andy.
We've been robbed of somebody
that many of us cared about deeply,
and it's awful, it's tragic. And, yes,
we could all go home today, but then we'd be quitters.
And I don't want to be that, and I don't think
Bill would want us to be that.
Wh-What do you suggest we do?
That we just go home to our beds,
we pull the covers over our heads
given everything we're up against?
This took two years to organize.
When are we gonna get this group of people
together in the same room?
Bill's death is the era that we're living in.
There's fucking death everywhere.
Mutating viruses, dwindling wilderness,
unraveling democracy.
But we don't give up. We don't quit.
I will, of course, make arrangements
for anybody who-who wants to leave,
but I think that this group still has
a lot we can achieve, and I want to stay.
How about you, Lee?
He was your friend.
What do you think?
I think community is the only thing we have in the face of loss.
I would like to stay.
All right, Andy, I'll stay.
Of course.
Me, too.
You... smug little... fucks!
- Ms. Hart. - Yeah, I'd like to report a messy toilet.
In the hotel?
No, in the glacier. Yeah, in the hotel.
The powder room?
Yeah, it's pretty gross.
Toilets aren't really my purview.
Um, yeah, I know.
But, I mean, the breakfast meeting's adjourning,
and I don't know if the other guests have
the footwear for feces like I do.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
- Ray? - Yes, Darby?
What data from this room is being stored?
Audio following a direct command
for the purposes of learning to serve your needs better.
- Ray, disable audio-command recording. - Done.
Privacy setting for audio in place.
Can you help me?
Of course.
Do right-handed people
usually inject themselves into their right arm?
Rarely, if ever.
The non-dominant arm is the injection site
at a rate of 98%.
Bingo.
What are the other common injection sites in drug users?
Ray?
What are the other common injection sites
- in drug users? - Almost all...
99%... had injected in the cubital fossa,
crook of the arm.
The next most popular site was the forearm, 71%.
Other sites included the hand, 53%,
and foot, 19%.
Someone killed you.
Somebody killed you.
- Ray? - Yes, Darby?
Would a user ever inject themselves wearing gloves?
By "user," do you mean a person who owns or operates something,
especially a machine or computer?
Um, no, I was... Never mind.
Shit.
You all are joining us on a very sad day.
The artist Bill Farrah died last night.
But I knew all you folks were coming out,
and I didn't want to disappoint,
so here I am.
I've worked in Hollywood for a decade.
I've written stuff from scratch, I've adapted books.
I've always worked alone.
But my latest script was a collaboration
with the new kid on the block.
And you all know who my collaborator is, actually,
because they're in this very room.
It's Ray.
How can I help you, Martin?
Ray, uh, deactivate name recognition, Ray.
Disabled.
And I know what you're thinking, I-I get it.
You know, a-a computer, an algorithm
can't make art.
It can, but...
not good art. Not art from the soul.
Not the kind of art we need.
But Ray isn't an artist.
Ray is a tool artists can use.
I'm the soul. Look...
in my three decades on this planet,
I have watched thousands of movies.
I've read hundreds of books.
But Ray, Ray...
he's read all of Shakespeare,
Toni Morrison and Stephen King.
He's watched every single movie ever made.
Ray is better than I'll ever be,
because Ray is better studied.
I'll give you an example.
Um, Ray, activate name recognition, please.
- Enabled. - Ray,
um, can you give us a, uh...
chapter of a new Harry Potter book,
written in the tone of Ernest Hemingway?
It was a cold day on Privet Drive.
A child cried.
Harry felt nothing.
He was dryer than dust.
He had been silent too long.
He had not felt love. He had scarcely felt hate.
Hold on. Ray is writing this right now?
- Yes. - Yes.
That seems like a party trick. I'm not sure I believe it.
You will.
The future of everything is in collaboration
with artificial intelligence.
We prefer "alternative" intelligence.
Hmm.
I want to share with you all the first few
minutes of my new film.
So please just sit forward and enjoy
the future of storytelling.
Ray, hit the lights.
You have to be literal.
Ray's not good with poetry.
Ray, turn off the lights.
We are running from death.
Which means we are running from time.
Time...
What is time?
Bill didn't kill himself.
Is that a hunch?
The injection was in his dominant arm.
No prints on the needle.
How do you know that?
It's my 57th crime scene.
- Are you saying you think that Bill... - I'm saying he didn't inject himself.
Someone else did.
Probably someone in this room.
This ship was bound for...
What were you looking for?
What?
You checked in his bag. You went through the whole room.
I think I needed to see him with my own eyes...
You were looking for something.
After breakfast, I felt like
an overdose seemed strange.
I was looking for signs.
Okay.
Look, my husband didn't know Bill like we did,
and he has a lot at stake here,
so I understand his reasons for wanting to continue.
But...
the cameras here are wireless.
They're on their own VLAN.
Footage of every door's camera is flying invisibly
through the air, through your body,
through my body right now.
I hardly think Marius or your husband
are gonna let me have the SSID and password.
You know my favorite part of your book?
When you used my old Mattel hack
to get into the serial killer's house.
Just, uh...
don't get caught.
All right, so, um...
I know I need an SSID
because the cameras are on their own network.
And, um...
If I can take it apart...
What are you doing? Are you, uh...
you smoking a joint?
Yeah. Helps relax me.
Makes me think differently.
Right.
Hey, I think we need a new approach.
Yeah. Like what?
Maybe we shouldn't be looking at the dead.
Maybe we need to be looking for the living.
I mean, we keep trying to ID the bodies of these Jane Does
because we a name in order to find the killer, but...
I don't know, what if we find a living Jane?
A woman who fought him off and lived to tell.
I mean, there must be thousands of reports like that.
Hell, millions.
Yeah, but we just need one that mentions silver jewelry.
Okay, guys. Five minutes on the quiz, then phones down.
What if we hack police databases in other states?
If you get caught.
All right, whoever finds the lead first gets a prize or something.
That's not very imaginative, is it?
All right.
I already told you.
No, you didn't. I-I'm asking about desire,
and you just keep giving me facts.
Um, I don't know,
I guess it's... it's not like I hear
the dead literally.
It's...
it's more like...
their silence enters me.
Like when you put your hand inside a glove
and animate the fingers.
It's... like they compel me
to get them what they want.
Uh, why are you doing it?
Uh, well, I'm not noble like you.
I just like puzzles, I guess.
Um... That's why I like hacking, you know?
The walls of this world always seem so fucking high,
so impenetrable.
Like the world just has to be this one dumb way
it was built forever ago.
But with a computer it's, uh...
I don't know, it's...
In 2010, my friend and I found a vulnerability
in the router OS that connects two-thirds of the Internet.
I mean, we could have shut down over half
the world's Internet with a single keystroke.
When have punk kids ever had that kind of power?
You know, it's... it's crazy.
From a fucking basement in Ohio.
On a computer I can build my own drawbridge into anything.
Anyplace, anyone.
You still there?
Is that how you see me?
No. No, you're, uh, you're not hackable, Darby.
A man would die trying.
I'm gonna start checking the Missouri records.
All right.
Bill?
I-I think I found something really important.
- I sent it to you. - Darby, it's-it's 3:00 a.m.
Yeah, please, just-just take a look.
Okay. Uh...
Oh, shit. What?!
- Holy fuck. - Yeah.
Name's Marta Diaz?
We should go talk to her in person.
Wait. Uh, how?
I'll come pick you up. I can drive to Iowa.
Um, yeah, I've gotta,
uh, I've gotta sleep, actually.
I've got a ton of stuff to do tomorrow.
But, um, yeah, I'll call you.
I'll be right back.
Um...
Hey. Uh, I'm helping my dad out.
You never called me back.
Oh, yeah. Sorry, I...
That's okay. Listen, there's something I want you to see.
Okay. Uh, can you text?
No, no, no, no, in person.
Turn on Find My Friend so I can follow you.
You have to go now, though.
Okay.
Where am I going?
It's a mystery.
Is this your way of keeping me on the phone?
You're always on your phone.
- Left. - Turn left?
- Uh-huh. - What, here?
Uh-huh.
Right here?
Yes. Down the tracks.
I'm here. Now what?
- You'll see. - You gotta tell me.
Be patient.
No, it's not funny. I'm on fucking train tracks.
Bill?
Fuck.
Christ almighty!
I knew it.
These tracks are possessed.
No, it's a hack.
Um...
- it's Morse code. - What the...
What's it say?
It says...
"Happy birthday...
Darby."
Who in the hell is Darby?
Bill... you're a genius.
Ray?
Are any of the lights in here LED smart bulbs?
The recessed ceiling light, yes.
And are all the hotel's smart devices on the same network?
I can't answer that, Darby.
I'll take my chances.
Time to spill your secrets, friend.
Bingo.
SSID.
Now I just need a password.
Password, password, password...
Hey, Ray?
Yes, Darby? How can I help you?
Do the numbers zero-four- one-four-two-zero-one-seven
have any significance for Andy Ronson?
April 14, 2017.
Zoomer Anderson Ronson's birth date.
Gotcha.
David.
Ziba.
You can just drop me here.
- Just right over here? - Yeah.
All right, here you are.
Hey. Sure you're gonna be okay?
Uh, yeah, thanks.
- Come on. - Never came back.
♪ Wider than a mile ♪
♪ I'm crossing you in style someday ♪
♪ A dream maker ♪
♪ My heart ♪
♪ You heartbreaker ♪
♪ Wherever you're going ♪
♪ I'm going that way ♪
♪ Two drifters ♪
Hey.
- Hey. - ♪ Off to see the world ♪
♪ There's such a crazy world to see ♪
♪ We're all chasing after ♪
♪ All the same ♪
♪ Chasing after our ends ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Moon river ♪
♪ Wider than a mile ♪
♪ Crossing in style someday ♪
♪ My dream maker ♪
♪ Heartbreaker ♪
♪ Wherever you're going ♪
♪ I'm going the same ♪
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