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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]