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“ | Pleasure to meet 𝐘𝐎𝐔, brother in arms.
―Eat-the-Rich Killer.
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Eat-the-Rich Killer is the name people gave to the murders that Rhys Montrose committed against London's wealthy elite. We later discovered that Joe Goldberg was suffering from dissociative identity disorder which created Rhys Montrose, making all the murders actually committed by Joe.
Biography[]
After a string of murders among London's elite dubbed the "Eat the Rich" killings, Joe discovers it was Rhys who committed the murders out of his apparent resentment towards the rich. However, Rhys is later revealed to be a figment of Joe's own imagination: Joe developed an obsessive interest in Rhys' life upon moving to London, finding commonalities between Rhys' rise from poverty and his own desire for moral redemption. Upon his kidnapping and imprisonment of Marienne Bellamy, Joe suffered a dissociative identity disorder that caused a rift in his identity, leading to recurring hallucinations of Rhys as a manifestation of his repressed, murderous impulses. Joe discovers this upon killing the real (innocent) Rhys in a blind rage. Joe's visions of Rhys persist despite this, and Joe attempts to expunge them by killing himself, seeing no other way to end his cycle of violence. However, the police rescue Joe and he moves back to New York City with Kate, who has helped rehabilitate his public image. As a result, Joe comes to accept his dark nature and continues seeing visions of Rhys.
Quotes[]
Rhys[]
- "They're dancing while the world burns and barely notice its even burning. Why would they? Their weathers just right."
- "I get a sense about you, all jokes aside, my guess is that you've had a truly hellish life. The kind not everyone survives. Am I close? So you're fairly deeply damaged, therefore you're capable of doing real damage."
- "I think yes. As long as they can face themselves completely. To never run from themselves. Face it all no matter what. Easy, right?"
- "I think it would be hypocritical of me to disavow old friends simply for being who they are. But really, I think the longer that you know somebody, the more cursed you are to see them as human."
- "We all wear different masks, depending. And of course, parts of us we can't bear to show anyone."
- "I don't mind getting into all that. I'd have questions too. It's just, I honestly wasn’t prepared for this type of face to face yet. But then you got yourself into a bind and it became very clear that if I didn't intervene, you were gonna get yourself killed."
- "You're welcome. My pleasure."
- "Don't be coy. I've studied you, Joe. The way you’ve been able to escape scrutiny… truly you've been inspiring me so much along the way in my little project. And in light of what's worked so well for you in times past, it seems my best option that doesn't rely on luck, involves framing a dead person so they can't protest their innocence."
- "You kill him, and I’ll take care of the other touches that will make the story sing. I’ve got the note written."
- "No one will be surprised Roald is a killer. He’s a neo fascist with a knife collection."
- "You lied. To me. You're in denial about yourself. It's a shame. You're not the man I hoped you were. I did have a plan A. To frame you for Malcolm's murder. I could go back to that. I don’t want to, but sometimes things don't work out with the person the way you dream."
- "If you're clever enough to get yourself free, I’ll see you in London and we can revisit this."
Joe[]
Murders Committed[]
- Malcolm Harding - Stabbed in the chest. (Joe Takes a Holiday)
- Simon Soo - Stabbed in the chest. (Portrait of the Artist)
- Gemma Graham-Greene - Throat slashed. (Hampsie)
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References[]
- ↑ 4x7: Good Man, Cruel World
- ↑ 4x5: The Fox and the Hound