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[ominous music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

-[man clears throat]
-[dog barking]

-[man] Boo!
-Oh!

Simon, you arse.

I was waitin' to introduce you
to everyone in the pub.

-[Simon] I'm sorry.
-Okay.

I'm thinkin', maybe…

-couple o' drinks in the pub…
-Mm-hmm.

-…maybe a good girl.
-Uh-huh.

-Hungry?
-Starvin'.

-Good stuff.
-[laughs]

Listen, I don't suppose
you got a lighter on ya.

Erm, I think about--
I just had one earlier on, I think.

-[woman muffled crying]
-Told yous. [shushing]

[shushing continues]

[lighter flicks]

[Simon] How 'bout another time?

[electronic rock music playing]

[lighter flicks]

[car engine starts]

[crickets chirping]

[ominous music playing]

[music intensifies]

[ominous music continues]

-[music intensifies]
-[knife whooshes]

[news theme playing]

It has been four days
since the disappearance of Dianne Robbins,

who was last seen out with friends,
but never made it home.

Her mother has launched this appeal
for anyone with information

to come forward.

Dianne, if you're watching this,
please just call me, babe.

Call me and let me know you're okay.

I'm…

I'm just asking if anyone's seen her,

if anyone saw her leaving her friends,

and please just let me know
where you saw them,

because this isn't like her.

[sobbing] And if someone has her,

if you have my daughter,

please, I don't know…

I don't know why or what you're doing,

but please just send her home
cos she's my little baby girl.

[ominous music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[eerie piano music playing]

[rain pattering]

-So, you think he's here, then?
-Of course he is. He's over there.

[woman] You think he's gonna talk to you?

Yeah. He owes me.

You know, this avoiding thing,
I'd of taken that as a sign.

What?

He strung you along for weeks
with nothing,

no 11s, nothing for your story.

Then you go on and do your own digging,
give him the info,

bam, he gets a drugs bust,
you don't even get to cover the story.

He gets a promotion and you get shafted,
and I don't mean in a good way.

[chuckles] Like I said, he owes me.

Mm.

Makes you sick, doesn't it?

Okay, you don't have to say it
every single time.

Just can't help it, ya know?

The first time around
was bad enough, but--

You think it's the same guy?

The Urban Ripper
back after a 15-year break?

Good luck with that one, lads.
You've got nice one there.

-Screw it. I'm gonna go talk to him.
-[car door opens]

Give him my love.

It's a long time to take a break,
isn't it?

Well, the MO's pretty much the same.

What, so no chance
it's a copycat, then?

You're only sayin' that
cos your girlfriend said so.

She's not my girlfriend.

Oh, well, speak of the devil.

Here we go.

Ain't you got a school thing to go to?

Don't you boys have some traffic
to be directing?

[man mumbles]

Look, copycat or not,
this guy's got to be stopped.

Yeah, yeah, of course.
Yeah, I'll be right back.

I swear to God,
if you're giving her information.

I'm not giving her information.

-Made a friend, I see.
-You know me.

I, er, saw your article in the paper.

Er, never found flowers so interesting.

-Thanks.
-Honestly.

You know,
I wouldn't be writing about that,

I'd be covering this story
if it wasn't for--

Yeah, well, you broke
into a random guy's house…

Which I wouldn't have to do
if you gave me the exclusive

on the drug bust
that I gave you the information.

Keep your voice down.

Erm, look, I don't know what happened.

I kinda got swept up, ya know?

I'll make it up to you with this one,
I promise.

You better. You know you wouldn't have
this job if it wasn't for me.

Yeah, I know.

So, what's the story here?

Same as before, same as the others.
No new evidence, same MO.

Does Cunningham still think
it's the same guy?

Cunningham doesn't care either way.
Doesn't think it'll make a difference.

Did you show him the files I gave you?

No, he won't look.

-Because they're from me.
-Yeah, pretty much.

-And is there anything you can do?
-No.

Well, there might be something
to check on.

What?

Look up a Dr Michael Craven.

He's an old friend of the force,
a friend of Cunningham's.

Erm, get him on your side.

And he'll look at my files?

Yeah, he was the lead investigator
back in the day.

Erm, never quite got over it.

If you ask me,
that's why he left the force.

Er, but, yeah, peak his interest
and he'll get Cunningham to look at it.

Have you spoken to the next of kin?

What, mother and sister?
Yeah, we're on our way over there now.

What the fuck are you doin' here?

Just grabbing some notes for the paper.

Look, I don't need some wannabe reporter

fuckin' up this investigation
and compromising it.

Well, I am firmly here,
behind police tape.

-Best be. Barker, get the car ready.
-Sure thing.

-And another thing.
-What?

I don't appreciate you using your talents

to compromise this investigation,
manipulatin' my officers.

Firstly, I would never use my--

Oh, shut it.
You wouldn't be the first reporter

to fuck an officer
just to get a bloody story.

But, Barker, you leave him alone.

I told you to get the car ready,
not just stand by it!

What did you talk to her about?

Look, I told her to butt out.
This is a police investigation.

She's just a journalist.
You should stop encouragin' her.

I'm not encouraging her.

I suppose your cosy little chats,
you don't discuss the investigation?

So, we talk about the investigation,
you know.

She's good to bounce ideas off of.

I mean, without her,
maybe I wouldn't of got the drug bust.

But, look, I don't wanna put any thoughts
in your head, okay?

Just remember, at the end of the day,

she's a journalist
and all she wants is a story.

Fine, whatever.

Right, come on, let's go and see
this poor girl's mother.

Ooh, how did it go?

I don't use sex to get what I want!

Okay, let's pretend now we sat
in the car the whole time

and have absolutely no clue
what's goin' on.

What?

Oh, yeah, sorry,
I'm just talking to myself.

Oh, so you have sex on the brain?

Everyone just seems to assume
that because I'm a woman,

I must fuck my way through everything.

-Yeah, women do get it easy like that.
-Fuck off.

Don't worry, I know you have integrity.

Well, as much integrity
as a journalist can have.

[laughs] You're such a bitch.

Yeah, you love me for it.

Anyway, did he read your files?

No. He gave me another lead.

So, where we off to?

-My house. I need to get some stuff.
-Cool.

[car engine starts]

[ominous music playing]

[car door closes]

Right, I'll speak to the mother,
you take a look upstairs.

Okay.

[Barker exhales]

-Yes?
-Good morning.

I'm Detective Inspector Cunningham.

This is my colleague,
Detective Inspector Barker.

May we come in, please?

Yeah, of course.

-[Cunningham] Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Are you sure I can't get you anything?

No, thank you.

Erm, you and your daughter seem close.

Yeah. We were, very close,
since she was little.

Does she have many friends?

Did you know any of her friends?

Yeah, she's…

she was a really popular girl.

Erm… [inhales, exhales]

Sometimes I came out on the town
with her and her friends,

not that I can keep up with their level
of partying anymore.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Erm, how long did she live here?

Her whole life.

[woman] Who could afford a place
of their own at her age?

-May I have a look in her room?
-What for?

Could be a note
or something pertinent to the case,

you know, you might have missed.

[scoffs] If I'd have found something
I would've told the other police--

Please, Mrs. Robbins. You just never know.

[Cunningham]
Fresh eyes and all that, please.

I suppose so.

Of course.

Upstairs, first door on the right.

Thanks.

[Cunningham] Mrs. Robbins…

[eerie piano music playing]

[sighs]

"Tomorrow, I meet Simon."

-Simon.
-What are you doing?

I was just, erm…

I'm Detective Barker.

You're on my sister's case.

Yes, your sister.

And you are?

Becky.

I was just readin' your sister's diary.

Didn't know she still kept one.

You guys not close then?

-No.
-That's unusual for twins.

So I'm told.

I went out to Australia
to live with my dad

when I was about eight,
and we kinda drifted.

Not so much in the way
of social network back then.

Not so much, no.

Just makes this whole thing seem so weird.

How so?

[sighs]

I've lost my sister,

but it doesn't feel like it.

I feel like I barely knew her.

She might as well have been a stranger.

Is that messed up? [chuckles]

[scoffs] Well…

We all deal with death differently.

She didn't mention a Simon, did she?

Not to me. Why?

Just something she wrote in her diary.

Simon. Hmm.

You think that Simon did it?

No. Erm…

No idea. Just maybe a friend, boyfriend.

You'd really have to ask
one of her friends, I'm afraid.

-I only flew in a few days ago.
-To help your mother out.

Actually, it was to see Dianne.

We were finally gonna get to know
each other again.

But, er, I guess that's not happening now.

Erm, I'm sorry for your loss.

Er, if you think of anything,
like anything at all,

I'll give you my card.

I'm gonna write my colleague
Sarah's number on it,

just if can't get a hold of me,
you can get a hold of her.

Sarah, is she a detective?

More a consultant.

I mean, you can talk to her about anything

you wouldn't feel comfortable
talking to the police about.

Why wouldn't I feel comfortable
talking to the police?

[scoffs] Some people just aren't.

She didn't seem to date much.

Did she mention anybody new in her life,
anybody at all?

No, not that I can think of.

But no one mentions everything
that's happening in their life, do they?

[footsteps approaching]

Ah, Barker, there you are.

Do you know I was gettin'
worried about you? I thought you got lost.

No, I was just talking to Becky.

-[Cunningham] Becky?
-Rebecca.

-My other daughter.
-Oh, I see.

I found something in Dianne's room,
erm, something in her diary.

[woman] What?

-Does the name Simon ring a bell?
-Simon?

Not that I can think of.

Did you two ever talk about her love life?

[chuckles] Sometimes. Nothing graphic.

But she wasn't shy about telling me
about people who she liked.

Perhaps a friend or colleague?

Maybe. [sighs]

Maybe her friends would know more.

Mrs. Robbins, have you got a contact list
of all her friends?

Yeah.

-I'll go get it.
-[Cunningham] Thank you.

Barker, what's your gut feeling
tellin' you about this?

Somethin' about this name.

-Simon, huh?
-Yeah.

Let's see if we can track him down.

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Erm, my name is David. I'm from--

Hi.

[eerie music playing]

You must be a friend of Dianne's.

Erm, respects, I was payin' mine.

[eerie music playing]

Get a hold of yourself.

What are you freakin' out about?

[groans]

It's just her twin sister.

[crying]

I told you it was too early to come here.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-[Becky] You okay?
-Yeah. I'm, um…

You just seemed
to, er, freak out back there.

Oh, yeah, well, you do look
a lot like her, you know?

It's a bit like seein' a ghost.

You two were close?

Yeah.

Look, I'm just surprised
she never mentioned you.

We weren't so close.

I mean, if you want to, I can, er…

I can tell you about her.

-That'd be nice.
-Yeah.

That'd be really nice.

[news reporter] Tragic news today
as the dismembered body

of a young woman was found this morning,

marking the sixth death in as many months.

There has been no comment from police

on whether this is connected
to the other Urban Ripper murders.

We'll keep you updated
as this story unfolds.

[line ringing]

[vibrating]

Dr Craven speaking.

Hi, Dr Craven. My name's Sarah.
I got your number off Detective Barker.

Yes, I know Detective Barker.
How may I help you?

I was wondering if I could speak to you
about the Urban Ripper case.

The Urban Ripper case?

Yeah, I understand
you were the lead detective on it.

Indeed I was.

Well, I think I found some links
between that and the recent murders,

and I was wondering
if I could get an expert's opinion.

Well, I could certainly look it over
for you.

[Dr Craven] Are you free later today?

Yeah, I could come over
in the next few hours. Is that okay?

That would be perfect.

And bring what you can with you.

-Of course. I'll see you then.
-[phone beeps]

[eerie piano music playing]

[knocking on door]

Hi, Dr Craven, I'm Sarah.
We spoke on the phone.

Ah, yes. Please come in.

So, what's your theory here?

Well, I don't think the recent murders
were done by the original Urban Ripper.

What makes you think that?

Well, in the first murders,
the victims were all pretty random,

both men and women.

The only connection between them
was that they were all petite.

-That's right.
-And all the recent victims are women.

Indeed. Anything else?

Yeah. So, the original victims,

they were all found
with the murder weapon.

These ones aren't.

Well spotted. And the break
between the two killing sprees

also points to a different person.

It's highly unusual for a serial killer
to take 15 years off.

Yeah, that's what got me thinking.

So, why don't the police buy
into your idea?

Detective Cunningham and I
don't quite see eye-to-eye.

He never did like the press,

but there's more to it than that,
isn't there?

Yep.

[Sarah] I thought I'd found the killer,
but lacked any evidence,

so I broke into the guy's house.

Only problem was, he came home.

Oi! What are you doin' in my house?

[Sarah] Get off me!

-[police siren blaring]
-Hello? Yeah.

Cunningham and Barker
came and arrested me.

Barker convinced the man
not to press charges,

but Cunningham wanted
to throw the book at me.

You're lucky he didn't.

So you know him.

We worked together for a while.

Of course, he was just
a regular officer back then.

But, to be frank, I don't blame him
if he doesn't buy into your theory.

-Why not?
-It could still be the same man.

The bodies were presented
in a somewhat similar style.

And although it's unusual
to have a long break like that,

it's not impossible.

[Dr Craven]
He could have been abroad or in jail.

Serial killers kill because of a need
that overtakes them,

like an addiction.

For some, it's the only way
they can obtain real pleasure.

For others, it's like a kind of ritual
that needs to be completed.

In the case of our man,
it's possible that his needs

have evolved with the passing of time,

and with it, his style.

There is one other thing.

What's that?

The recent murders
are almost exactly the same

as some that happened in another town.

How do you know this?

I was staying with a friend.
It was only like in the newspaper.

There was…
There was just something about it

that kept on nagging at me,
so I started doing some research.

I think the murderer's moving
from town to town.

How come nobody else's picked up on it?

The towns are pretty far apart,

and there's a gap of about two years
between the murders.

Interesting.

That would indicate
a very high level of control.

Do you mind if I hold on to this file?

No, of course.

You think I have something.

I think you might have,

but until I've been through it all,
I can't be sure.

Until then, I can't help you.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

I'll deal with that.

[ominous music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[Dr Craven] So…

You've found out my little secret.

-I'm sorry, I didn't--
-It's quite all right.

I should have put them away.

The murder weapons
from the Urban Ripper case.

What? Not the original?

Of course not!

Just a reminder of the one case
I couldn't solve.

It drove me mad for years.

It was like trying to solve a puzzle,
but without the pieces.

I became addicted to finding the answer,

and then…

One day…

I just…

let it go.

What happened?

Well, it didn't end.

Life went on.

And I felt much better for it.

That's when I decided
to become a psychiatrist.

I thought it would be better to help
those who are still alive

rather than obsess over those
who could no longer be helped.

If you're over it, why the display?

It's like a scar reminding me
of the things that can't be changed.

But one can move on.

Listen, I'm sorry about this
and bringing the files.

It must be opening up old wounds.

Don't worry.
I'm through the addiction now.

And if I can help you, I will.

Thanks.

[birds chirping]

[Becky] David!

-How you doing? You all right?
-I'm all right. How are you?

-[tense music plays]
-Look at that.

-Erm, should we, er…
-Sure, yeah.

So, how did you know my sister?

Well, I met her on a night out.

[indistinct chatter]

[thunder rumbling]

We kinda hit it off.

Hit it off?

Yeah, you know,
we enjoyed each other's company.

Sort of fit each other, ya know?

How long did you know her for?

[sighs] It's gotta be a good year.

Did she ever mention me at all?

[dog barking]

Nah.

Nah, I don't think so. Sorry.

It's okay.

So, when's the last time you
actually saw your sister then?

I don't know.
We were about eight or something.

Really?

Well, actually, we saw each other
when we were about 15.

-Went well then?
-[chuckles] No, it didn't.

We hadn't spoken since.

Who fell out with who?

What makes you think anybody
fell out with anyone?

You're from Australia, right?

I know it's the other side of the world,

but surely,
she could have sent you an email

or you could have picked up the phone.

-You a detective?
-No.

Just interested.

It's not something
I'm comfortable talking about.

Well, no, I'm the perfect person.

Perfect surroundings, nice and quiet.

I barely know you.

Exactly. You could open up
your heart to me, yeah?

You could tell me your darkest secrets.

You're not gonna offend me,
you're not gonna disturb me.

And if, say, you do disturb me
or offend me,

we go about our business
and you'll never see me again.

Since you put it like that.

Tell you what, I'll open up first.

My ex-girlfriend left me
because I killed her dog.

Oh, my God, that's horrible.

It was an accident.

[eerie music playing]

[crying]

Kill, kill, do it.

[whimpers]

[dog whines]

[screams] What have you done?

-[woman screams]
-[bone cracks]

I was driving back one night, and…

I ended up hitting her dog with a car.

Sounds messy.

Yeah, it was.

All right, so there you go.
There's a nice, disturbing story.

-[scoffs]
-You're not shocked or disturbed.

-Otherwise, you'd be on your feet now.
-[laughs]

Never to be seen again.

Still, it wasn't that bad.

I killed a dog. What have you done?

-It's bad.
-Come on, what'd you do?

Kill her boyfriend?

No, of course not.

Well, did you shag him?

[laughs] You did. That's not so bad.

Yeah, well, I was pretending to be her,

and then she walked in on us.

And we didn't talk after that.

So how did you two
start talkin' again then?

Couple of weeks ago,
Dianne started messaging me,

and we decided we would like to get
to know each other again.

And then all this happens.

-Ooh. Sorry about that.
-It's okay.

Listen, have the police got any leads yet?

Nothing solid.

Though one of them did mention something
about a name in a diary.

Well, what else did they say about that?

Erm…

Oh, what was the name?

Simon.

When you come to a pub,
you're gonna meet someone.

Yeah. [laughs]
It's actually been such a good evening.

I didn't even catch your name.

Simon.

They mentioned Simon?

Yeah.

[Simon's alternate personality] She knows.

I'm pretty sure that was it.
Do you know him?

-Hmm?
-Do you know him?

No, no. She's never mentioned him, no.

[ominous music playing]

-I was--
-It's… It's getting pretty late.

Yeah, of course. Erm…

I've had a really good time, so…

Me too. [laughs]

Can we… Do you wanna do it again?

-Can we do… Can we do it again?
-[giggles]

-Sure. Yeah.
-Yeah?

-Erm, do you wanna take my--
-Oh, yeah. I'll give you my--

-No, I'll give you mine.
-You're right. [laughs]

There we go, yep.

-Well, I'll send you--
-Yeah, sure. Erm…

-Text me, call me. Whenever.
-I'll-- Yeah, all right.

-So…
-Yeah, take care, anyway.

[recording] The number you
have dialled is not available.

Please try again later.

[phone vibrating]

[Sarah] Sarah speaking.

Hi, this is Becky. Um…

[Becky] I was given this number
by Detective Barker.

-Yeah.
-I was told to, er, ring this number

should I need anything.

Sure. Is everything okay?

It's… It's probably nothing,

but I have some information
that might interest you.

Great. I can meet you in about 30.
Just let me know where you are.

Then we exchanged numbers, and he left.

And what did you say he said his name was?

He said it was David,

but he acted weird
when I mentioned the name Simon.

Weird how?

I don't know. It's hard to describe.

There was just this look, and erm…

And he said he'd known my sister
for about a year,

but Mum doesn't remember anyone
called David.

Maybe they just weren't as close
as he likes to think they were.

Yeah, I know that feeling.

What should I do?

Just act normal.
Maybe he's just a weird guy.

Right.

Actually, there is one thing you could do.

[Sarah] I think it would be good
if you met up with him again

as soon as possible.

[ominous music playing]

[sighs]

[Simon's alternate personality]
How was your date?

Well, we're becoming friends.

Did you find out what the police know?

Well, apparently, they've got no leads,

but they are interested in Simon.

You didn't use your name, did ya?

No, of course not.

Becky thinks I'm some bloke called David.

But the other one, you told her your name.

[sighs] Guess so.

You stupid…

I told you not to make out
with the victims.

It was one mistake.

Yes, it's a mistake that'll leak you
to the case.

Not me. It's just a name.

I mean, how many Simons
do you think are out there?

Well, how many Simons have you met?

It's not as common as you think.

Fine. What do you suggest?

We move, again.

[phone rings, beeps]

Hello?

Hi, Becky.

Yeah, I'm free tomorrow.

Don't meet up with her.

Well, I'll see you there then, won't I?

I'm not leavin' without my trophy.

-[phone beeps]
-Okay, so, now what?

Go home, and I'll see you tomorrow.

-Okay.
-Okay.

[line ringing]

[woman] Yo, Sarah, what's up?

I need you to do something for me.

[woman] It's not illegal, is it?

[scoffs] Not in the faintest sense.

-[woman] Well, that makes me feel better.
-Just listen.

-Why am I here?
-So, there's two exits in the park.

Erm, if he leaves this way,
I need you to follow him, okay?

All right.

I think I got fingered
for the first time in this park.

Right. You know… [laughs]

I really did not need to know that.

Right, yeah. I think my mate
even wrote a song about it.

Cool.

Right, I'm gonna go meet Becky.
I'll see you in a bit.

[woman] Okay.

[eerie piano music playing]

-Hey.
-Hi. So you ready?

Yeah. We're just hanging out today.
No biggie.

-Yeah, I'm gonna be watching you, okay?
-Okay.

And if you see me, don't look at me,
and we'll meet up afterwards, okay?

-Okay.
-Cool.

[ominous music playing]

-Becky, I'm so sorry.
-No, no. No, don't worry.

[phone rings]

Guess that's him.

-Hey.
-Hey. How'd it go?

[scoffs] You know what,
he's a really nice guy.

I don't… I don't really know why I
thought of those stupid things before.

[ominous music playing]

So, you guys are, like, friends now?

Looks like it. We're going
to the cinema tomorrow. [laughs]

[phone rings, beeps]

Hey. Yeah, yeah, I see him. Okay.

[phone beeps]

[dog barking]

[footsteps approaching]

The hell you doin'?
You're gonna give me a heart attack.

What did you want me to do,
just open the door and get straight in?

How did you get over here so fast?

I got a taxi to follow you.

-So which one is it?
-It's that one.

Okay, great.

-Just gonna borrow this, okay?
-[woman] What are you doing? Sarah, wha--

What is she doin'?

[eerie music playing]

Yeah, that didn't look suspicious at all.

[laughs] What?
I was just dropping off flyers.

[woman] Right.

-So I found a letter addressed to Simon.
-Yeah?

Yeah, Simon West.

So, what now?

We need to go see the doctor.

[engine starts]

Nope, not a chance.

You don't think it's him?

It might very well be him,
but you've got no evidence.

I know, but there's just…

There's something about him. I know it.

Is that the same feeling you had
last time?

Yeah.

And what happened then?

[sighs]

Look, you may be able
to persuade your friend

down on the force to go along with this,

but it's Cunningham who calls the shots,

and you won't convince him.

And even if you did,
you haven't got enough to go on.

The police need just cause
before they start kicking down doors

and demanding to search places.

Is there anything I can do?

Not unless you catch him in the act.

-What if I did?
-What?

What if I found the evidence?

You said the police need a warrant
to go into his house.

I don't. I could find the evidence.

Well, hold on, this kind of behaviour
has already got you into serious trouble.

I know, but this time, it's different.

-He's got plans tomorrow.
-What plans?

He's going to see a movie,

which gives me at least two hours
to get in and out of his house

without him even realising.

Even so, I don't think it's a good idea.

[sighs]

Yeah. You're probably right.

[woman] So, what did he say?

The police aren't gonna do anything.

[sighs] Well, that's a bit of a shitter.

So, what now then?

-I'm gonna do it.
-Do what? What?

-No, babe, not a chance.
-What's the big deal?

Er, dude, only the prison, and the arrest,
and the prison rape.

Fist is a verb in the big house.

-That's not gonna happen, is it?
-That's what you said last time.

Yeah, and did you get arrested?

Still, Sarah, I'm not gonna help you
destroy your career with this.

Come on, Dee, you're supposed
to be my best friend.

I'm just a cameraman.

Yeah, and I'm gonna need pictures.

[sighs] Look, I can't help you
with this one, okay?

Nothing you say is gonna make me
change my mind.

-[Sarah] But--
-Nothing!

Fine.

-Then I'm gonna steal your book.
-No, you will not.

[clicks tongue] You won't.

You got me this book
and you got it signed for me.

[sighs] I can't help you this time, hon.
Not on this one.

Fine.

[engine starts]

[ominous music playing]

[birds chirping]

[eerie piano music playing]

[doorknob jiggling]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music intensifies]

[suspenseful music playing]

[bones pop]

[Simon's alternate personality]
What are you gonna do about her?

[floor creaking]

-She's a reporter.
-What?

The one that's been hunting you.

Nobody hunts me.

We made sure of that.

Well, she has.

Maybe you slipped up again.

-I haven't--
-Calm down.

I haven't slipped up.

-No need to get upset.
-I'm not upset.

[scoffs] In any case,
what are we gonna do about this girl?

Nothin'.

She don't know anything. She can't.

But she's seen your trophies.

She can't work that out.

Oh, can't she?

Well, even if she does, was does it prove?

It's just a bunch of masks.

Just a bunch of masks?

Is that how you see our work?

Of course not.

But they do. That's why we use 'em,
like blend in.

Blend in? How are we gonna blend in

when she's pointin' the finger
right at ya?

She could print any number of stories
about us

and put us right in the limelight.

And how's that gonna do for our work?

Yeah, maybe you're right.

We got other priorities now.

Lovely Becky.

Well, these are special circumstances,
self-preservation.

She has to die.

[handbrake creaks]

[sighs]

[phone rings, beeps]

Sarah, you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, just geez,
scariest moment of my life.

-Why? What happened?
-[Sarah] I'll tell you about it later.

I'm just calling to make sure
you don't phone the police.

Did you find anythin'?

Yeah. It's just like a show home.

Wow! So only things you'd find
in a million other homes then?

Yeah. He's just a weird guy.

Good job the boss didn't find out then.

Yeah. Listen, I've gotta go unwind,
but I'll speak to you later, okay?

All right, laters.

[sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[fan whirring]

[electronic rock music playing]

[gasps, choking]

[Sarah groaning]

[coughing]

[screams]

[ominous music playing]

[knife whooshes]

Oh, come on. Open the door, you doze-y.

[line ringing]

Oh, pick up your phone, you doze-y.

[sighs]

[phone vibrating]

-[phone beeps]
-Hello?

Dee, yes, is Sarah with you?

No, why?

Okay, where, erm--
Do you know where she is?

I don't keep track of her, man.

Well, do you know where she's been,
where she could be,

where she was going, anything?

We went to that guy's house.

Do you know the address?

Text me. I'm on my way.

[ominous music playing]

-[gasps]
-[shushing]

-[muffled screaming]
-[shushing]

-Look around. All right?
-[muffled sobbing]

What I'm gonna do is take my hand away
in three seconds.

If you make so much as a peep,
I'll cut out your tongue.

One…

two…

three.

[stifled crying]

What's your name?

[breathing heavily]

-Heather.
-Hmm?

Heather.

Well, Heather…

Says something different
on your driving license. Sarah!

[muffled crying]

Aw, you shouldn't leave that stuff
lyin' 'round, should you, eh?

I'll keep that in mind.

Definitely shouldn't lie to me either.

-Did I do something?
-[muffled screaming]

[grunts] I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

What are you doin' in my house?

Why should I tell you?

You're just gonna kill me.

Well, I can hardly let you go now, can I?

But you are a journalist, Sarah.

Shall we do an interview?

Go down in history as being that person
that's interviewed, erm…

What is it that you like to call me
anyway?

[inhales] The Urban Ripper.

The Urban Ripper.

-I don't like that!
-[muffled screaming]

-But I digress.
-[muffled crying]

For every question you answer,
I'll answer one, yeah?

Yeah? Come on then, all right.

Now…

What were you doin' in my house?

I thought you were the killer.

Turns out I was right.

What's the point of doing this
if no one's gonna see it?

Oh, people will see it.
I've got this camera upstairs.

I can set it up
and I'll take my voice out of it,

and I'll put some text on the screen.

I can do that with my computer.

-You should go and set it up then.
-Yeah. Yeah, I should.

Yeah, you're not gonna make noise
or anything like…

No? Okay.

-Stay there. Good girl.
-[muffled crying]

Shh, shh.

[suspenseful music playing]

[footsteps leaving]

[doorknob jingles]

Got it.

[camera beeps]

[Simon] All right, where were we?

What made you think I was the killer?

Your name turned up in our file.

You've lived in all the same areas
as the killings.

Why do you do it?

Why do you kill women?

Don't know.

You're the bullied.

You're the mistreated.

I suppose you can call me an artist.

I do it for the beauty of it.

You're insane.

[Simon laughs]

Maybe.

[crying]

[shushing]

[stifled crying]

What evidence did you find
in my house today?

Some loosely incriminating stuff.

But now I've gone missing,

fingers are gonna start pointing
in your direction.

Then the box in my cupboard at home,

and I keep all the backed-up files.

I'll check it out later.

Next question.

Why did you move here when you know

there's already a serial killer
here already?

[sighs] Curiosity.

Wanted to go some place
where I could leave my stamp.

Maybe, er, make a friend in the process.

That sounds lonely.

[Simon chuckling]

You actually think you're gonna
get away with this, don't ya?

You know, just cos I'm sharin' stuff
about me self

don't mean that you're any more important
than anyone else.

Why haven't you killed me yet?

There it is.

You know, you're the first person
to ask me that question.

Usually, they just waste their breath.

"Oh, don't kill me."

And like I said earlier, I'm an artist.

I take pride in my work.

And all the time
that your face is bruised--

-[loud crying]
-[shushing]

It's delayin' me.

So, while I'm waitin'
for your face to heal,

I better start movin' on somethin' else.

-What?
-Well, I got to do something,

so I know that you can't escape.

You're ain't gonna like this part, okay?

No! [muffled crying]

[Simon shushing]

[ominous music playing]

[muffled screaming]

-[doorbell dings]
-[knocking on door]

[muffled crying]

[breathing heavily]

Who's lookin' for ya?

My partner.

I told him everything.
Come here to find me.

We're not at my place, are we, eh?
[laughs]

-You're bluffing.
-Maybe. Stay there.

Hi, I'm Detective Barker.
Do you mind if I come in for a quick word?

What's it about?

I'd rather not say out here.

Erm, it'll only take a second.

[door creaks]

[Sarah muffled crying]

What's this, erm, all about, officer?

Woman's gone missing.

I don't know anything about it.
I keep myself to myself.

With milk and sugar?

Two, please.

[cups clinking]

Lovely house, period.
Do you mind if I have a…

Fill your books.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Sarah muffled crying]

I'm done with people
snoopin' around my house.

[Barker groaning]

[groans]

[groaning]

-[crying]
-[doorknob jingles]

-You know, Sarah, was that the show, yeah?
-[muffled screaming]

[Simon laughs]

[flesh sloshes]

See, this is my favourite bit, Sarah.

That look in someone's eyes
just before your turn the knife…

[Sarah groans]

…and they die.

-That's it.
-[groans]

[Sarah crying]

[screaming]

[Simon groans]

[grunts, laughs]

[intense music playing]

Oh.

Go, go.

[laughing]

[Barker groans]

-[metal clanging]
-[Sarah grunts]

[news theme playing]

Breaking news today
as police have arrested a suspect

in connection
with the Urban Ripper murders.

The most important thing is,
is he's off the streets,

and no one else
is gonna have to go through…

anything that… me and the other
families have been through.

Police have confirmed
that disgraced reporter,

Sarah Anderson, has actually been--

Babe, I was watchin' that.

Yeah, you're supposed to be
checking me edit. [sighs]

Darling, you need to get an editor
for this.

Editors cost money.

Oh, so I'm checkin' it cos I'm cheap?

-No. Because you're free.
-[Dee] Mm.

-Oh, is that still givin' you jip?
-[Sarah] It's fine.

How's it read?

Yeah, no, it's good.

-You can't spell for shit, though, mate.
-[scoffs]

Well, maybe you could have made it
a little bit less real.

It's an account of what actually happened.

Yeah, I know, but, no,
but you can spice it up a little bit.

Like, you could have a sexy camera woman
who saves your arse,

and then gets the hot guy in the end.

[laughs] Why don't you save that
for your book?

Or you could've killed off the killer.

Maybe.

[knocking on door]

All right, he's all yours.

[door closes]

Well, looks like he's too sick for prison.

You know, I wonder how long
he would've lasted.

I woulda given him a week. You?

Hard to say.

I'm just glad he's here with us.

Look at him.
Givin' us the silent treatment.

He really does think
he's something special.

Breaking news, you ain't special.

I've seen a bunch of them
come through here,

and they've all got something in common.

[Cunningham] Nobody remembers them.

[scoffs]

Oh, and don't forget about Sarah.

I mean, she solved it, solved the mystery.

[Barker]
She's the reason why you're in here.

You know, I don't think
they're even reporting in the news

about the Urban Ripper anymore,

just how Sarah solved the mystery.

-[knocking on door]
-What?

[man] We're ready for the patient now.

Good.

I'll sort out the transport.

Are you sure hospital's
the right place for him?

A mind like his has to be studied
so we can understand his kind.

Okay.

Might I have a moment alone
with the patient?

Sure. He's not goin' anywhere.

-Barker.
-I'll be just outside.

I'm sure I'll be perfectly fine.

Morning, Simon.

How are we today?

Well, the doctors tell me that your wounds

are just about fully healed,
which must be good news.

Also, due to the unique nature
of your crimes,

I'm having you moved to a mental hospital
just down the road.

It's a lovely place.

And there, you'll be able to have

many more stimulating conversations,

like…

the history…

of a real serial killer.

[ominous music playing]

[electronic rock music playing]