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Melissa turned out to be a real ball breaker.

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Who likes to play mind games.

Who knows when she'll turn up next.

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The celly snuck into perv on me while I was out of action and saw too much.

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I considered removing her from the picture, but

she convinced me she wouldn't blab.

I'm still on the hunt for the copycat and so are the police.

But I'm one step ahead.

Someone switched the evidence.

Daniela Walker was killed by a cop, but which one?

I need to flush that copycat out.

And to do that, it meant escalating my relationship with Laura the florist.

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Who the fuck are you?

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You're not Laura.

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Fucking Jesus.

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Jesus, so they do find stolen cars.

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Just go inside, beefcake.

Nothing to see here.

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Officer, officer, someone just broke into my house.

They had a knife and he left an apple.

Apple's the car's ID.

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Didn't think you're riding in the front, did you?

Get in the boot.

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You have to sing.

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Where we at?

It was on the dresser and the master.

The DNA will be a bust, but at least we can compare bite marks to the others.

It's gotta be him.

It says on her website, pilgrim flowers, that she was on the corner of Anderson and Rai for the past two weeks.

So maybe that's where she came into our guy's orbit.

It could have been a customer.

Probably used cash, but let's check credit cards anyway, yeah?

Yeah.

Tane Wilkinson, he's a friend of Laura's.

Says he was house sitting.

She left for Bali with a friend.

Oh.

What?

Am I wrong?

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Right now, she will be in the air for another three hours.

Tane get a look at the guy?

White, average height, average build.

Said he was wearing a baseball cap, but couldn't be more specific.

I can't shake the thought that fucker's out there watching us.

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Laughing.

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Jesus, Melissa.

I said to her never--

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Oh, no way, no way.

I'd rather you fucking shoot me.

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Don't worry, we're not here for round two.

You're following me.

I find you interesting.

I don't want to be interested in.

What happened?

I was trying to leave a message, but the wrong person was in the house.

For the copycat?

Well, it would have been.

Oh, so you found something at the walk house and figured it out.

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Almost.

Meaning?

Meaning it was somebody who had access to the crime scene while it was still active.

So a cop.

Gosh.

Is everyone who works there like you?

Hey, nobody is like me.

No, I don't suppose they are.

And thank God there aren't more people like you.

Well, this is good news, Joe.

So why'd you help me?

You needed it.

So if I needed you to fuck off for me--

Oh, that would be really, really horrible for you, Joe.

That would mean that everything I have on you would find its way to the hands of the police.

I mean, no more parks, no more fun car rides.

Maybe it's worth it.

We both know you'd miss me.

Probably more than you miss your testicle.

I forgot to ask you, was that your favorite?

It was.

Tell me you'd miss me, Joe.

Tell me you'd miss me.

I'd miss you.

I knew it.

You leaving your car?

It's not mine.

Anyway, you look like you could use it.

The owner's out of town for a few days.

Go find that copycat.

You've got 24 hours.

Why is it so important for you to find that guy?

Clock's ticking.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Spoken to Laura Pilgrim.

She had no sense of being followed.

She also said they only booked their trip in the weekend.

So our guy is probably at work and didn't see her leave for the airport.

Sketch is a no-go.

Looks like the witness could only describe himself.

We could try and get him back in, but I don't think he's much use now.

Forensics are still looking at the albacore, but they think it's likely a match.

They'll confirm with us later this morning.

And we're going to start having all units respond faster to any stolen car reports.

Hey.

I just spoke to Tane.

He's remembered something.

He says our guy was carrying a briefcase.

Wait.

If I get rid of it, it'll be more suspicious.

Shit.

Beefcake.

This is all Melissa arsehole's fault.

What is her real last name?

It's probably not even her real name.

She's probably not even from Auckland either.

Or a journalist.

Can't get porn on there, mate.

Otherwise you'd have exceeded the bandwidth, Brian.

I was applying for a passport.

Oh, there are not enough hot chicks here for you, Joe.

Too many insane ones.

Would you be my referee?

It says here that I need someone that's known me for over a year.

You've only been here for a couple of months, mate.

I've been here for two years.

Bullshit.

Have you?

That's for police use only.

Did you kill Daniela Walker-Brian?

It could be any one of them.

Do you wish you were me, Carl?

Was it your first time visiting that crime scene, Robert?

Or second?

And you, Detective Hutton, were you there switching the pen?

Or were you too busy stuffing your face at the all-you-can-eat buffet?

Not all of you would have attended the scene, and I know exactly how to figure out who.

Every time the police show up to a homicide in the city, they have to sign in with an officer at the scene.

Detective Carl, match your coffee.

That means that somewhere in this mess is a list of everybody who showed up to Daniela Walker's house.

A list that looks exactly like that.

We got a follow-up on Mike Walker.

IT checked his phone records against the nearest cell towers.

And?

He was in the car park the whole time.

Shit.

He's still an asshole, just not the one that killed his wife.

Want to grab a coffee?

Yeah.

Ungrateful fucker.

Oh, God.

Yeah, just go back to the drawing board, I guess.

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What's the problem, Jeff?

Aren't you supposed to be in hospital?

My dad's in theatre.

No point in hanging around.

No point in hanging around here either, Sally.

Paper jam. I can fix that.

Oh, I've got it.

Oh, no, I'm really good at these things.

I said I've got it.

Are you okay?

You look a bit feverish.

Do you need me to check your stitches?

No.

What about your-

Just leave me alone, Sally, okay? It's not going to happen.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Sally?

I'm okay.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Great.

What the hell, Jeff?

What?

Listen, buddy.

With her brother dying, her mum leaving and her dad in hospital, Sally's had a tough year.

Jesus, add a runaway dog and folks will line dance to this shit.

If I were you, I'd go apologise.

I apologise to myself for not killing her yesterday.

Sorry, Officer Sam.

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[Jeff] Responding officers were first on the scene.

They were working a shift together, and unless they tagged him to 'they can go'.

The pen was switched after the photo was taken.

That doesn't help.

I'm not sexist, but I can't imagine one of the female officers did this.

And the photographer, he'd never have taken the photo.

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Not Hutton.

You'd have stroked out with the effort the copycat had to put in.

Not O'Connell.

Your arm's been broken for weeks.

I heard Travis tell him it's from watching too much porn.

That leaves me two.

Detectives Travis and Calhoun.

And what about Schroeder?

Detective Inspector Kyle, the man everybody here looks up to.

Could he have done it?

Who do you think?

Huh?

Fuck.

No, can't be Schroeder.

He was convinced it was the husband.

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I hope you boys are not home tonight.

So there we are, going at it on the bed.

I hear a knock on the bedroom door.

Turn around, and her housemate is there completely naked.

No way.

I know, right?

So then she turns to me and she says,

"Hey, I really hope you don't mind, but we actually, um, we come together as a team."

And I'm like, "Hey, yeah, right on, mate."

Bullshit.

Hey, if I'm lying, I'm dying.

Catch you tomorrow.

Are you lying, Brian? Because if you are, oh, God, just get it over with.

Hey, Sally. About before, I'm sorry.

Sorry that I have to play nice so you don't tell the police about me.

Don't worry about it.

I mean it. My injury's gotten worse and I took it out on you.

Do you need me to have another look?

I'm at a doctor's appointment for later.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'm glad to have lied about it.

Where to now, Brian? Off for some Thursday night strangles?

How's your dad doing?

He's in recovery. I'm actually going there now.

But I could take you to your appointment first, if you like.

You should go straight to your dad.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Again, I'm sorry about before.

Sally, you're my best friend here.

It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes.

I'll see you tomorrow?

With bells on.

Whatever the fuck that means.

Bye, Jack.

Should I break into his house and look around?

Or should I follow?

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Found yourself another Daniela Walker, have you?

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Yeah.

That's what you asked for, isn't it?

Isn't it?

You're gonna hate that, huh?

What do you want from me?

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Yeah, you're gonna get it.

That's what you deserve, isn't it?

Put your face down.

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Huh? Huh? Answer me.

Well, that rules Travers out.

Daniela had all the wrong body parts for him to be interested in her.

No wonder the guy was such a sexist asshole.

He was overcompensating.

All that banging around upstairs, sounds like the bed is trying to escape.

What does the Sally put in my sandwiches?

The Sally.

She wouldn't approve of what's going on up there.

I've never understood why people have anything against gay folks.

If all the gay men were straight, there'd be less women to go around,

and the last thing the Agos of the world need is the competition.

I should go up there and kill Travers anyway,

just for being a huge dick to me over the last couple of years.

It would mean killing his buddy too,

but he deserves it for having shitty taste in men.

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If I kill Travers, it'll put every cop in the city on high alert.

I'd never make it into any of their houses again.

So, it's not Travers, it's Calhoun.

Well?

I got your copycat, so now what?

Good. You can tell me about it in person. I'll fix you an address.

Better not be the fucking park again.

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Who was that?

Did you push your sister out of the fort?

What?

In the park you said your sister fell out of the fort and broke her leg when you were kids.

Did you push her?

No, of course not.

Is that how she died?

What's with all the fucking questions?

I'm just making small talk.

Don't!

So, who is it?

Why is it so important to you?

Because I want to be there.

No.

Don't ever say no to me, Joe.

You want to watch me kill her?

Yeah, I do.

I don't know, Melissa. This whole--

Joe, what? What? What is it?

It is nothing.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Who is it?

Detective Robert Calhoun.

So that's whose house you were just at?

Are you ever going to stop following me?

Just answer the question. Is that whose house you were just at?

It was somebody else's, but I ruled him out because he was banging some dude.

That's it?

That's what.

You ruled him out on that?

He's a guy's into dudes, so yeah, I ruled him out.

Just because a guy bangs guys doesn't mean he doesn't bang women, Joe.

Okay, so maybe it's not Calhoun's, so I'm still down to two.

Did you rule anyone else out with that same logic?

Not exactly.

Then what exactly?

There was a third, but he seemed convinced that the husband was guilty, so I figured--

What, Melissa?

For a guy who has gotten away with killing people for so long, you really can be a moron.

Meaning?

Meaning the guy who is accusing people the loudest is probably doing it to cover his crimes.

Okay, so now you're down to three. How many other people did you rule out?

Most of them. And if Melissa is anything to go by, it was a mistake ruling out the female officers.

So, that whole message thing, that was so you could flush out the copycat?

Something like that.

Well then do it. You've got 24 hours, okay? Don't waste it.

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I need to go window shopping.

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With Laura out of town, I need a replacement.

And in a city full of women on high alert, I'm going to need one who can't afford to be nervous.

One willing to climb into the car of a total stranger.

It's not ideal, but sometimes a man's got to do what a man's got to do.

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You look lost, honey.

What is helping me cost?

Well, a hundred and I'll help you find yourself.

Two hundred and I'll help you find God.

What does 500 give me?

Anything you want, honey.

How about we put that to the test?

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Nice place.

Yeah, we like it.

What was your name again?

Candy. You?

Joe.

Right. Whatever you want it to be.

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You want to do it in here?

I like it.

And the other room looks like a crime scene.

Not the weirdest place I've done it in, I guess.

So, what do you want me to do for you, baby?

I need a moment first.

Okay. Of course.

You know, there's no need to be nervous if you just want to talk and go with that.

It's not there. I need protection.

Oh.

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Oh, Christ.

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Tomorrow is just going to be a matter of seeing who spent the night shitting themselves.

I'll see you tomorrow morning, Mr. Copycat, with bells on.

Neighbors reported the fire around 2300 hours.

Responding officers then discovered the body in the children's bedroom.

Detective. Robert.

Sorry?

I asked about the pathology.

Yeah, sorry.

Preliminary pathology suggests the cause of death was strangulation,

but they'll know for sure later this morning.

Okay. Forensics?

I haven't had a chance to speak to them this morning.

Shall we all take a fucking day off today?

Is that what's going on here?

Okay. A killer takes police in Houston working named Candy to the Walker house.

He leaves an apple behind, only this one with bite marks that we can compare,

but the COD is the same as Daniela Walker.

And he sets a car on fire so we would find her.

Why?

It's a message.

I don't know.

No, no. It has to be.

He's telling us that he didn't kill Daniela Walker.

Well done, Rebecca.

The Candy plan was to make Travers or Calhoun crack, but neither of them are.

Thanks for wasting my time, Candy.

But we don't know for a fact that wasn't Carver that killed her.

If it wasn't, then maybe this is the Carver's version of sending a letter to the editor.

We should bring in some people that work with Lisa.

Maybe someone saw something.

Could be that our Copycat has a history of abusing them too.

Good. Let's get on it.

Yeah.

Give me my seat.

Yeah.

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Your copy's still shit.

Well, we try to be consistent.

Thank you for coming in.

We just want to help.

Or Candy.

We worked that street together for years.

I can't say we were close, but still.

Look, I don't know if it helps, but I'm sure Candy was bipolar.

You think everyone's bipolar.

Well, anything you can tell us.

Hey, Carl. How's it going?

Oh, hi, Becky.

Becky and Jazzy are just helping us out.

Thank you.

Good to see you.

Yeah.

This way, ladies.

What's the deal, Carl?

You want to be with these girls before trying out the real thing?

Schroeder, could Mr. Goody Two-Shoes be Mr. Copycat?

Does his wife have a habit of walking into doors and his kids falling out of trees?

How many other sex workers does he know on a first-name basis?

Joe, it's your mum.

Hi, Joe. It's Jennifer from Emergency Vets. Can you give me a call?

Oh, shit. I totally forgot about Fluffy.

He could live and die all of his nine lives in the time it takes to dial a number on this fucking phone.

Emergency Vets. Jennifer speaking.

Hey, Jennifer. It's Joe. Is the cat still there?

She is, but you're going to have to pick her up tonight. Can you do that?

Yep, yep. I'll be there.

Maybe you should sit this one out.

I was wrong to think that by leaving Candy at the Walker house last night that a killer would be easy to spot today.

But it wasn't a complete loss. That sex worker Schroeder knew.

What did he call her? Becky. Maybe she has some answers.

Might as well have a sign in the window saying "free".

Hey, want to see someone? Hey, hey sweetie.

You lost hun?

I was hoping you could help me with something.

I'm sure I can. What kind of fun are you looking for?

What was that joke?

I'm hoping you can help me with something.

I've got to deal with the manager here.

I wonder if Schroeder gets the police right.

There's a little mini bar. But, cheers.

What's your name?

Joe.

Joe, were you after the half hour or the one hour?

You don't want to?

I had an accident.

Oh, poor you. What happened?

I offered to walk a woman home. I just want to talk, okay?

I'm used to that.

A lot of guys often just want to talk.

Usually about their marriages.

Sex workers charge less than psychiatrists.

My mum says marriages fall apart for many reasons.

Sounds like your parents are divorced.

Dad left when I was a kid.

Sometimes people aren't what you want them to be.

That's cynical.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I believe in true love.

I think there's someone for everyone.

Tell me you didn't...

Let me!

Not everybody.

I'm going to miss you, alright? Otherwise I'd be out of a job.

Do you have any regulars?

A few.

Any cops?

Is that what you wanted to talk about?

Yes, a couple. But no regulars.

Who?

It's not like they're using their real names.

But you know they're cops.

Honey, a few weeks on this job and you can spot a cop a mile away.

Any of them get rough?

Yeah, sometimes.

They're arrogant enough to know they can get away with it.

What about Carl Schroeder?

Is this because you saw me say hi to him this afternoon?

I saw you at the police station.

And tomorrow I'll see your photo hanging up there.

If you charge less than a psychiatrist, why keep secrets like one?

Carl isn't like that.

Wasn't rough?

No, he doesn't use sex workers.

He's a lovely guy and he helped me out in the past and he's only ever been nothing but professional.

So, not Schroeder.

You said there are other cops?

There are.

Any of them stand out? Like really rough or really kinky?

Like I said, hon, they're arrogant enough to know they can get away with it.

Can you think of anyone specific?

Yeah, there was one a few months ago.

He didn't say he was a cop, but he was.

He did some things that I didn't agree to.

He strangled me and he asked me if I liked it.

Can you describe him?

They all look the same after a while.

Even the ones that strangle you?

We're done here.

Did you go to the cops?

Have you listened to anything I've said?

Was he young, old or in the middle?

Why are you so interested in this?

Civic duty.

He was mid-thirties.

White, dark hair, blue eyes.

That's it?

That's it.

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Thanks for the ride.

Listen, I was thinking maybe you should talk to Wendy.

Who's Wendy?

She's the motel manager I was telling you about.

That cop bumped into a wheelchair when he was on his way out.

Maybe she remembers something?

Knowing Wendy, it'll be for a price.

Thanks, Becky. You've been a great help.

That's what you paid for, huh?

Becky?

Yeah, huh?

Nothing.

Have a great night.

I've got to admit, making the decision to let her live

feels just as good as making one to kill her.

It's all about having the power to decide who lives and dies.

And it is nice not having to dig a grave.

But she does know Schroeder, and she has seen my face.

And a thousand bucks is a thousand bucks.

Becky?

There is something else.

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Officer Sam.

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Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

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