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- Melissa turned out to be a real ballbreaker...

[SCREAMS]

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

...who likes to play mind games.

Who knows when she'll turn up next.

Argh!

The Sally snuck in to perv on me while I was out of action

and saw too much.

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.

- [GASPS]

- Who the fuck are you?

You're not Laura!

- Argh!

- Fucking Jesus!

[PANTS]

Oh f- God! [GROANS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

'Jesus! So they do find stolen cars.'

'Just go inside, beefcake. Nothing to see here.'

- Officer! Officer. Someone just broke into my house.

He had a knife, and he left an apple.

I think it was the Carver guy.

- [GROANS]

[PANTS]

[POLICE SIREN BLARES]

[GASPS] Shit.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SIREN WAILS]

[TYRES SCREECH]

[DISCORDANT STRING MUSIC]

[RATTLES DOOR HANDLE]

- You didn't think you were riding in the front, did you?

Get in the boot.

[CHUCKLES]

[SIRENS WAIL]

[THE CROCODILES' 'TEARS' PLAYS ON RADIO]

- ♪ ...I feel them on my cheeks.

♪ Tears...

♪ I've been this way for weeks.

- SHOUTS: Do you have to sing?

- ♪ I'm back here at the start.

- RADIO: ♪ Tears...

♪ Tearin' me apart. ♪

- How's it going? Where are we at?

- That was on the dresser in the master.

The DNA will be a bust,

but at least we can compare bite marks to the others.

- It's gotta be him.

- Says on her website, Pilgrim Flowers,

that she was on the corner of Anderson and Wray

for the past two weeks.

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

- He could've been a customer.

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

- Yeah. - Uh, Tane Wilkinson.

He's a friend of Laura's.

Says he was housesitting.

She left for Bali with a friend.

- Hot.

What?

Am I wrong? - [CLEARS THROAT]

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 is out there watching us,

laughing.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

God!

Jesus, Melissa!

I thought you were never-

Fuck.

Oh, no way. No way. I'd rather you fucking shoot me.

- 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've been.

- Oh, so you found something at the Walker house

and figured it out.

- [GRUNTS]

Almost. - Meaning?

- Meaning it was somebody who had access to the crime scene

while it was still active.

- So a cop?

God! Is everyone who works there like you?

- STRAINED: 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 and die?

- 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.

It'd 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 favourite?

- 'It was.'

- Tell me you'd miss me, Joe.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Tell me you'd miss me.

- I'd miss you.

- I knew it.

[SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE]

- You're 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.

Hey, 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.

- I've spoken to Laura Pilgrim.

She had no sense of being followed.

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

he's 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.

- Jesus.

- Forensics is still looking at the apple core,

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, and he's remembered something.

He says our guy was carrying a briefcase.

- [PANTS]

[GROANS]

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

- Wait - if I get rid of it, it'll be more suspicious.

Shit.

[PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES]

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.

- Are there 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.

- But 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?

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

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?

I made you a coffee. - Oh, thanks, Joe.

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.

- [KNOCKS] We've 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 arsehole.

Just not the one that killed his wife.

Wanna grab a coffee? - Yeah.

- 'Ungrateful fucker.'

- CARL: Oh, God.

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

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

[ERROR TONE]

- What's the problem, Joe?

- Uh, aren't you supposed to be in hospital?

- My dad's in theatre. No point hanging around.

- 'No point in hanging around here either, Sally.'

[ERROR TONE] - Paper jam - I can fix that.

- Oh, I've got it. - No, I'm really good at-

- I said I've got it!

- Are you OK?

You look a bit feverish.

Do you need me to check your stitches?

- No. - What about your-?

- Just leave me alone, Sally, OK? It's not gonna happen.

- I'm sorry.

- Whoa! - Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Sally? - I'm OK.

- You OK? - I'm fine.

- Great.

- What the hell, Joe?

- What? - Listen, buddy.

With her brother dying, her mum leaving,

and her dad in hospital, Sally's had a tough few years.

- 'Jesus. Add a runaway dog

'and folks will line dance to this shit.'

- If I were you, I'd go apologise.

- 'I need to apologise to myself for not killing her yesterday.'

Sorry, Officer Sam.

- OK.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

- Responding officers were first on the scene.

They were working a shift together.

And unless they tag-teamed her, 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.

- [PANTS]

Not Hutton - he'd have stroked out

with the effort the copycat had to put in.

Not O'Connell - your arm has been broken for weeks.

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

That leaves me two - Detectives Travers and Calhoun.

And what about Schroder - Detective Inspector Carl -

the man everybody here looks up to?

Could he have done it?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

What do you think?

Hmm?

Fuck!

No. Can't be Schroder.

He was convinced it was the husband.

I hope you boys are not home tonight.

- So there we are, going at it, in the bed.

I hear a knock on the bedroom door,

turn around, and her housemate is there, completely naked.

- No way. - Yeah, I know, right?

So then she turns to me and she says,

'Hey, I really hope you don't mind,

'but we actually, come together, as a team.'

And I'm like, 'Hey, yeah, I don't mind.'

- 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.

- Well, do you need me to have another look?

- I made 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 OK. Everyone makes mistakes.

- I'll see you tomorrow? - With bells on! [GIGGLES]

- 'Whatever the fuck that means.'

- Bye, Joe.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

- Should I break into his house and look around?

Or should I follow?

[MUFFLED MOANING]

- 'Found yourself another Daniela Walker, have you?'

[MOANING, CHATTER CONTINUES]

- BRIAN: Yeah.

...what you asked for, isn't it? Hmm?

Isn't it?

Hmm?

[PANTING, GRUNTING]

- BRIAN: Shh!

Yeah, you're gonna get it.

- [MOANING] - What you deserve, isn't it?

[VOLATILE, TENSE MUSIC]

[GRUNTING, WHIMPERING]

[MOANS]

[GROWLING, GRUNTING]

- [MOANS] - Dad?

[WHIMPERING, GRUNTING CONTINUES]

[PASSIONATE MOANING]

- BRIAN: Huh? Huh? Answer me. Yeah?

Well, that rules Travers out.

Daniela had all the wrong body parts

for him to be interested in her.

[GRUNTING CONTINUES, BED FRAME THUMPS]

No wonder the guy was such a sexist arsehole.

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 uggos 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.

Would mean killing his buddy too,

but he deserves it for having shitty taste in men.

[AGGRESSIVE GRUNTING, MOANING]

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.

- MELISSA: Well? - I got your copycat. Now what?

- Good.

You can tell me about it in person.

I'll text you an address.

- Better not be the fucking park again.

- Who is it?

- 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! Fuck...

So who is it?

- Why is it so important to you?

- Cos I want to be there. - No.

- Don't ever say no to me, Joe.

- You want to watch me kill him? - Yeah, I do.

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

- Is what, Joe? What? What? What is 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 gonna 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?

- The guy's into dudes, so yeah, I ruled him out.

- [LAUGHS]

Just because a guy bangs guys

doesn't mean he doesn't bang women, Joe.

- OK, so maybe it's not Calhoun, 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...

- [LAUGHS]

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 was accusing people the loudest

is probably doing it to cover his crimes.

OK, 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, OK?

Don't waste it.

[DELANEY DAVIDSON'S 'WINDY CITY']

- I need to go window-shopping.

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 gotta do

what a man's gotta do.

- You look lost, hon.

- What does helping me cost?

- Well, $100 and I'll help you find yourself.

$200 and I'll help you finding God.

- What does $500 get me?

- Anything you want, hon.

- 'How about we put that to the test?'

- Nice place. - Yeah, we like it.

Um, what was your name, again?

- Candy. You? - Joe.

- Right.

Whatever you want it to be.

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.

- OK.

Of course.

You know, there is no need to be nervous.

If you just want to talk,

I'm cool with that.

- It's not that. I need protection.

- Oh.

[FLY BUZZES]

[OMINOUS, HAUNTING MUSIC]

- Christ.

[CRUNCH!] [SCREAMS]

- [GRUNTS]

- [GRUNTS] - [GASPS FOR AIR]

[WHEEZES]

- Tomorrow is just gonna be a matter of seeing

who spent the night shitting themselves.

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

- Neighbours reported the fire around 2300 hours.

Responding officer then discovered the body

in the children's bedroom.

Detective? Robert. - Sorry?

- I asked about the pathology.

- Yeah, sorry. A preliminary pathology suggests

the cause of death was strangulation,

but they'll know for sure later this morning.

- OK. 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?

OK, our killer takes Lisa Houston, working name 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.

Then he sets a car on fire so we will 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 it wasn't the 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 worked with Lisa.

Maybe someone saw something.

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

- Good. Let's get on it. - Yep.

- Yeah. - You're in my seat.

- Yeah.

- Your guys did shit.

- Well, we try to be consistent.

Thank you for coming in.

- We just wanna help. Poor 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 is bipolar.

- Well, anything you can tell us, really.

- Hey, Carl. How's it going?

- Oh. Hi, Becky.

- Becky and Jazi are just helping us out.

- Thank you. Good to see you.

- Yeah.

- This way, ladies.

- What's the deal, Carl?

You practise on these girls

before trying out the real thing?

[GROANS]

Schroder - 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- [BEEP]

- 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.

[RINGING TONE]

- Emergency Vets. Jennifer speaking.

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

- She is. But you're gonna have to pick her up tonight.

Can you do that?

- Yep. Yep. I'll be there.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

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 Schroder knew - what did he call her? Becky?'

Maybe she has some answers.

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

[DISTANT SIREN WAILS]

- Hey! Looking for someone?

Hey! Hey, sweetie.

- You lost, hon?

- I was hoping you could help me with something.

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

[SHUTTER CLICKS]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

- Whoa, is that Joe?

[SHUTTER CLICKS]

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

[RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES]

[KNOCK ON WINDOW]

- I'm hoping you can help me with something.

[TRAM BELL DINGS]

- I've got a deal with the manager here.

- 'I wonder if Schroder gets the police rate.'

- There's no minibar,

but...

Cheers. - Oh.

- [SIGHS] What's your name?

- Joe.

- Joe, were you after the...

half hour...

or the one hour?

- [GRUNTS]

- 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, OK?

- I'm used to that. A lot of guys often just want to talk.

Usually about their marriages.

I guess 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 that there's someone for everyone.

- Tell me you'd miss me!

- Not everybody.

- I guess you're right. 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 Schroder?

- 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 Schroder.'

You said there were 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?

- Are we 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-30s.

White.

Dark hair. Blue eyes.

- That's it?

- That's it.

[SINISTER MUSIC]

- 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 her 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.

- It's what you paid for, hon.

- Uh, Becky?

- Yeah, huh?

- Nothing.

Have a great night.

I gotta 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 Schroder. And she has seen my face.

And a thousand bucks is a thousand bucks.

Becky?

There is something else.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Officer Sam?

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck.