Slasher

Previously on "Slasher".

No!

I can't stay here.

All right, that's it. Let's hit the road.

- Can I talk to you for a second? - You're not coming.

This is my fault.

Grandma, what did you do?

So I waited on that bridge.

And when they drove by, I...

You could have died out there.

No! Stop!

He could have killed me multiple times, but he didn't.

I'm safe. I'm not a target.

You awake?

Yeah.

I love that photo.

She had such a green thumb.

She could make anything grow.

I think that's where I'll scatter her ashes...

in her garden.

She'd like that.

I should have been there.

There's nothing you could do.

There was no stopping him.

I'm so sorry.

- I'll get it. - No, no, let me.

Dylan, it's the police!

Well, the truck was found abandoned.

Not too far

from where your grandmother was forced off the road.

Who does it belong to?

Trent McBride.

Verna McBride's nephew.

Her nephew?

There's no way that's a coincidence.

So you're saying he's The Executioner?

Well, Trent inherited Verna McBride's entire estate.

And he did have a falling out with Justin Faysal

over his property.

But my grandmother...?

We're working on that.

We will bring Trent in...

and we will question him.

This nightmare might well come to an end.

Aw, come on! What the hell, asshole?

You didn't see me, right?

Confirm your target before you take a shot.

That buck's mine!

This is done! You hear me?!

Done!

I'm not movin', and I...

No, shit.

Shit.

Hey, help... help me.

Help me, please. Hey!

God! What do you want!?

What's that?

No! What are you...?

What are you doing?

No! No, no, no.

No! No, no, no. Don't!

Don't! No!

Side door... we're going in.

Come on. Come on.

Trent McBride, if you're in here, come out!

Hands where we can see 'em!

Trent?

Clear!

McBride residence, clear.

- Let's sweep the area. - Copy that.

Get the dog.

Whoa.

Hold up. Hold up.

Trent McBride!

This is Officer Cam Henry, Waterbury Police.

I am armed, so stand down.

All right, so here's the update.

We traced the truck back to Trent McBride,

but when my guys got there to question him...

they found him dead.

That's a pit of snakes.

Brought in a herpetologist.

She identified a bunch of different species.

Four of them venomous.

The others just common snakes, like garter snakes.

There's a nasty little thing called a Blue Racer.

Then there's this guy.

The eastern brown snake.

All the way from Australia.

Second deadliest snake in the world,

right behind the inland taipan.

My expert believes it is the snake responsible

for the bite that killed Trent McBride.

I don't get it. Why snakes?

With sloth, you're thrown in...

Because the pit is punishment.

Goes back to the seven deadly sins.

Punishment for sloth is being thrown into a pit of vipers.

Did I get that right, Sarah?

So Trent's not The Executioner?

And he's a victim.

Looks that way.

With sloth... It doesn't make sense.

Trent McBride is the last person I'd call lazy.

I mean, he was June's partner for years.

He was a paramedic, he...

He competed in a bunch of Iron Mans.

That's why we gotta look into this guy's past.

See if he's got any skeletons hanging in his closet.

So you're back to square one.

- How many times is that now? - Look, I get it, Sarah.

You don't like me. You think I suck at my job.

Well, lucky for me...

I don't give a shit.

You have yourself a nice day now.

Okay, come on.

Now I hate him. He is ineffectual, incompetent, rude.

Yeah, well, he's a cop, love. That's how they are.

Cam's not.

Cam is not in charge. Vaughn is.

So what's the use of butting heads with him, you know?

Y'know, Tom Winston's made more breaks in this case

than Chief Vaughn.

Maybe it's time for Tom...

to speak to the residents of Waterbury directly?

Okay, right, Dylan.

I need you to be my husband right now, not a journalist.

I'm speaking to you as your husband.

Are you kidding?

That be like giving Charles Manson his own talk show.

Then, you take it.

Seriously, let me interview you.

Somebody's going to do the story on you eventually, right?

- So why not you? - Your husband.

Someone you trust.

- And I can talk about anything? - Anything.

No holds barred.

You ready?

Your parents were murdered by Tom Winston nearly 30 years ago.

And recently your grandmother... succumbed to the same fate.

If you could look The Executioner in his eye...

No, no, I think you mean if I could look him in the mask.

He's too much of a coward to show his face.

What would you say?

I would say...

I would say that Brenda Merritt did a terrible thing,

and my grandmother deserved to be punished.

But you took the law into your own hands

and on whose authority?

And I... I think he'd probably say, "God's authority."

Wow, I'm not really religious,

but I think the Bible's pretty clear, "Thou shalt not kill."

- You're angry? - Yeah.

Of course, I'm angry.

And I'm sad. And I'm upset. But I'm not afraid.

No?

When something like this happens...

You know, at first, you're numb.

And then when you start to be able

to wrap your mind around it,

your imagination can take you to some pretty dark places.

You think about what your loved ones

went through before they died.

About how terrified they were.

About how much they suffered.

And then you find the pain.

And the rage.

And you want revenge.

I despise The Executioner's actions, but I don't hate him.

Because hate is just fear, and I am not afraid.

The Executioner is afraid.

He's a coward.

Him, Tom Winston,

anyone who's ever taken the life of another person.

Cowards.

I'm a coward. I'm a coward?

I'm a coward! Tom Winston is a coward?!

How dare you! How dare you!

How dare you!

Pain!

I'm the coward?!

So let's, bury the water symposium story

as far back in the paper as possible.

It's an important issue up here.

Psycho killer's stalking our town's citizens...

Shoreline water erosion.

We have a little bit of a toss up, right?

Okay, there is a hole in page 5.

The A-frame pulled their one-quarter vertical.

We can put the water story there.

And that's tomorrow's paper. Thank you, everyone.

Not enough tourists

ordering the onion and liver poutine, are they?

Less business for them means less business for us.

Thank God, we're selling like hotcakes right now.

All this talk of breakfast is making me hungry.

Forget breakfast.

What are you doing for dinner?

No plans. Why?

Because you're gonna have dinner with me tonight.