Women Who Kill
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So Morgan, who is your pick?
Hottest female
serial killer ever.
That's a tough call.
- Mhm.
Kristen Gilbert
going on that's kind of hot.
But Myra Hindley
had great style.
She did.
She really did.
My vote is for Josephine
"the clipper" Walker,
great bone structure,
into personal hygiene,
highly intelligent.
Sounds like me.
Highly intelligent.
Cool.
So I'm going to go out
on a limb, as they say,
and put my money on
countess Bathory,
to tell what she looks like.
Well, you've always
been into mystery.
And yet I dated you.
And it looks like our listeners
agree with me, once again.
The crown goes to "the
clipper" with "bad professor"
Lila Childs sliding
into a sultry second
and fashion week's Myra
Hindley taking the bronze.
Join us next week
as we put our $0.02
into the health care
debate with our episode
that takes on the nurse curse.
We'll talk about why
so many lady killers
had double lives as caretakers.
I'm Morgan.
I'm Jean.
And we are...
"women who kill."
In 300 feet,
take a left on rolling
correctional facility road.
Why didn't you
tell me I had Kale in my teeth?
I thought it was that tooth.
What tooth?
You know the one
that gets sort of gray.
- Oh my god.
- What?
Why do you care what
you look like anyway?
It's a prison.
Don't make me
feel bad about trying
- to look presentable.
- I'm not.
I just don't think Lila's going
to care what you look like.
Great.
Rub it in.
We both know she's going
to respond more to you.
What's that supposed to mean?
You've seen the victims' photos.
I mean, they all look like...
- Lesbians.
- Wait.
Are you saying I look like a...
No, just never mind.
Can I help you?
Morgan hall for Lila Childs.
Are you together?
We're exes.
She means are we here together.
Oh, yeah.
I'm sorry to tell you
about the Kale your teeth.
I didn't want to embarrass you.
No you didn't want
to embarrass you.
They're your teeth.
discomfort, as always.
Nobody even saw the
Kale in your teeth,
so you couldn't
have any discomfort.
I need to touch your bra, ma'am.
Mm.
I'm just saying
you should explore
your vulnerability
issues because usually
they're at my expense.
Maybe my vulnerability
issues stem out of the fact
that you're not comfortable
with me being vulnerable.
Well, you trick people
with your boyishness.
I can't help that I can
lift semi-heavy things.
- Oh, sh*t.
How do I look?
- You look beautiful.
How do I look?
You have something
in your teeth.
Pat her down on the way back.
Morgan.
No contact, please.
Can't tell a dyke from a
debutante these days, can you?
She's bisexual.
What?
You are.
But I don't say it out loud.
Do you mind if we record?
You can do anything you want.
You remind me of someone.
So we should get started.
For each episode, we
interview a female murderer
to get her side of things.
Who else have you interviewed?
We got a chance to speak
before she died.
Oh, she's the one
who clipped the ladies'
Stabbed them in the heart.
She was good.
methodology, but I
respect her conviction.
We also had a...
A great chat, actually,
with Debbie Cain.
Oh, there's an overrated c*nt.
She had a higher
victim count than you do.
Sweetheart, if I was
going for quantity over quality,
I would have taught
at community college.
Debbie is one of the most
notorious female serial killers
who ever lived.
I went to community college.
Debbie is an entitled
slut who stole a bunch of babies
and tossed them in the
trunk of her Volvo.
All you have to do nowadays
to go down in history
is rely on the mediocrity
of shock value.
You killed 12 of your students
fertilizer on the azaleas
in your greenhouse.
You don't call that shock value?
Oh, honey, no.
I call that love.
Please don't make
me go to a strip club.
You're already
making me wear a tux.
It's my bachelor party.
You're my best dyke.
When have you ever
known me to wear a suit?
Eh, then wear a dress.
Go the bachelorette party.
I don't want to wear a dress.
I just want to wear
something that's not a suit.
This one advertises
sports, steaks, and p*ssy.
Perfect.
Speaking of p*ssy, how's Jean?
One comment says, "slutty
b*tches everywhere."
You think that's good or bad?
That's good.
Have you guys slept
together again?
Alex, please stop
bugging me about Jean, Ok?
We're not getting back together.
Can I say one thing?
No.
Enemy within,
dude, self-sabotage.
You undermine sh*t.
That's three things.
I'm just saying
Jean's good for you.
You are good for her.
Well, I want
something more than just
being good for someone.
Well, that's all there is.
Love isn't romance.
It's survival.
Survival's depressing.
Not if you're
dying, technically.
Mm-mm.
Technically, this isn't
your conversation.
Oh, sh*t.
- What?
I got to go.
I have to be early
for my co-op shift.
Seriously, I'm losing
out to a grocery store.
They have really great produce.
Come on.
I'll book the steak
and p*ssy club, Ok?
Bye.
Oh, it's you.
It's you.
I love your show.
When you grab her like that,
she thinks I'm not good enough.
Hey, Morgan, new member.
She was fine
when you were looking at her.
You don't know that.
You need to stop putting
words in my mouth.
Morgan, I need
you in orientation.
Samantha's supposedly in labor.
But I have a new member.
No, I'll take her.
I've never done an
orientation before.
Morgan, I really need you
to be with me on this one, Ok?
Great.
Oh, make sure they know that
approved for the goddamned
urban farm, which nobody
goes into without a hard hat.
Hi.
You do a good job.
Thank you.
Here, take her back.
Just come here.
Good job, of course.
Each of you should sign up...
for your shift.
Each of you should sign up for
your shifts after this meeting
by filling out a form
from the red binder.
Remember, you are
required to volunteer
weeks to be a member.
If you miss one shift,
you are required to make up two.
This concludes our orientation.
I would like to officially
congratulate you
green hill food co-operative,
happy food, happy people.
Thanks.
I'd like to sign up for a shift.
Oh.
You're supposed to go
to an orientation first.
Well, you saw me
there, didn't you?
Yeah, but you're required to
Mm.
Morgan, right?
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