A Murder at the End of the World

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.

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.

- - [Darby's dad] 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.

- -

[men speaking indistinctly over walkies]

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.

["Hell is Round the Corner" by Tricky playing]

Bag 'em.

Keep 'em with the body.

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...