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(Indistinct chatter)

(♪♪♪)

♪ I didn't see it when I first arrived ♪

♪ You left me warm in paradise ♪

♪ And nothing could be the same anymore ♪

♪ I never knew it when he turned me 'round ♪

♪ He took me up and he shook me down ♪

♪ And when I realized ♪

♪ It didn't matter I was hypnotized ♪

♪ Bang, bang! ♪

♪ Top of the world ♪

♪ Bang, bang! ♪

♪ Top of the world ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang! ♪

(Indistinct lyrics)

BARBARA: Amy.

You know, I was thinking that we could get you

some new furniture for you, huh?

New era, new vibe.

Yeah, mom. Thanks for thinking of me.

REMOVALIST: Uh, where do you want me to put 'em?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Just dump that right there.

-REMOVALIST: Got it. -(Objects clattering)

Oh, God. No. Not literally. Hang on! Hang on!

-Amy! -(Gasps)

(Hammering in background)

BARBARA: Hi!

-I'm Barbara. -Oh, I'm Chris.

-BARBARA: Oh. -You guys just moved in, yeah?

BARBARA: Yeah, we just moved in.

(Birds chirping)

(Keyboard clacking)

(Car engine starts)

-(Spectacles clatter) -(Laptop closes)

(Keyboard clacking)

(Car approaching)

What are you up to?

-(♪♪♪) -(Birds chirping)

-(School bell ringing) -(Indistinct chatter)

I don't know.

He just like makes my skin crawl.

Not just 'cause he's dating my mom.

Maybe he does it to unwind. It helps him sleep.

What?

So, he takes a 2:00 a.m. joyride to fall asleep

-behind the wheel. -Maybe you should try it.

No, it has to be something sus.

His headlights are always off.

He's just being a good neighbor.

Yeah, like a neighbor soliciting sex workers

and running drugs,

but doesn't want his girlfriend next door

to find out about it.

So, like what kind of drugs if you had to guess?

Oh my God. You are unbelievable.

(Chuckles)

I think I miss him.

-Who? -The Clockwork Killer.

Things were better when he was around.

Oh, not better.

Just, you know, my mom insisted

on driving me everywhere.

Now, that he's gone

and she doesn't think my life's in constant danger,

I'm back to taking the bus.

Right.

Well, I'm really glad to say you've processed

the trauma of being inches away from a dead body.

Okay, the one photo they printed of me in the paper,

I'm blinking, so don't talk to me about trauma.

-(Chuckles) -They better be page-turners.

Mr. Coleman.

I guarantee you won't be able to put it down.

Guess I'll be the judge of that.

Get me a pen.

Yeah.

Your phone number? Are you serious?

(Chuckles)

Honestly, Amy, didn't Macbeth teach you nothing

about ambition?

You know he died in the end, right?

Yeah. After they make him a king.

♪ Australian girls really get me going ♪

(Breathes heavily, smooches)

(Moans)

♪ Australian girls ♪

What was that?

(Breathes heavily)

I'm just trying something different.

It's good, huh?

No, I heard something outside.

(Radio clicks)

I think we should go.

Listen, baby. You know I respect you, yeah?

-Todd, please. -Just let me finish.

You know, I'm not like other guys.

If you want me to slow down or stop, just tell me.

You don't need to pretend you heard a--

-(Gunshot) -(Screaming)

(Screams)

(Gasps)

(Screaming continues)

(♪♪♪)

(Pants)

Help me.

Help me.

(Pants, grunts)

(Susan screams)

(Grunts)

(Wheelbarrow squeaking)

(Grunts)

-(Footsteps approaching) -CHRIS: Hey!

-Hey! -(Gasps)

(Amy groans)

(Grunts)

(Pants)

-Shit, shit, shit. -(Door knocking)

BARBARA: Okay. Okay, I'm coming.

(Amy gasps)

Mom.

Oh my God.

Do you have any idea what time it is?

Oh. Oh. What happened to your face?

Hold on.

Oh, I'm fine. I don't need that.

Okay. Well, just sit still, honey.

-So... -(Groans)

...he was actually quite nice about it.

(♪♪♪)

He was just a little bit worried about you.

-I heard something. -Mmhmm.

You've been having nightmares for weeks, sweetie.

No, it wasn't a nightmare.

-(Sighs) -He's got someone in there.

-A woman. -BARBARA: Uh-huh.

I'm, um, a bit tired.

So, let's just talk about this in the morning, okay?

Goodnight.

(Door closes)

(Water dripping)

-(Birds chirping) -(♪♪♪)

CHRISTINA: (On TV) The police are yet to release

an official statement, but at this stage,

it looks like the Clockwork Killer is back.

BARBARA: Amy!

CHRISTINA: (On TV) It's been a six-month hiatus

since the last killings, but with one teenager

found dead this morning

-and a girl missing... -BARBARA: Amy.

...the police are scrambling for any information

or eye-witness reports that might help

with their investigation.

What is known is that the teenagers came here,

a popular--

Hey, I was watching that.

Okay.

Can we just turn off the evil world for a moment,

and focus on us?

-What were you doing last night? -Are you serious?

I already tried talking to you about it,

-and you didn't wanna hear it. -Okay.

Well, night terrors are normal, sweetie.

They're just the brain's way of dealing with stress

-and trauma. -Wow.

-Guess who's been online again. -(Sighs)

Well, why don't you just wake me up next time?

I mean, it's dangerous out there.

Yeah, no shit.

Well, I want you to apologize to Chris tonight.

That seems quite specific.

Yeah, well, he invited me to the movies.

Wow. Taking a night off

from his otherwise busy schedule of prowling.

Oh, Amy, let's be nice to Chris, all right?

He's a nice guy,

and we're in the middle of nowhere out here.

I didn't wanna move here.

Look, I miss your dad every day.

Oh my God.

But at a certain point, sweetie, we have to move on.

Okay, whatever.

(Sighs)

All right. Well, we're running late.

-I don't have the keys. -Can I drive?

Absolutely not.

(♪♪♪)

(Susan screaming)

Do you wanna tell me what this is?

-It looks like my assignment. -Yeah.

Can you be more specific?

Okay, um, literature response assignment,

Courier typeface, A4 format, five pages, 12-point.

The reference text was Macbeth.

Yeah, loved it. Worth the hype.

(Scoffs softly)

MR. COLEMAN: Can you read from here?

Mmhmm.

Um, "My neck buckles under the weight of my head.

Or what's left of it. I'm hemorrhaging, I think.

Red wells in my eyes,

and I'm face-to-face with my own slimy entrails.

He tears at my gut with his hook,

pecking away, gluttonous.

He finishes feasting, leaves me there, impaled high.

A warning, no, a trophy."

"The raven is hoarse.

His voice weak from reporting death."

Yeah, I know. I just kind of like

struggled to empathize.

He's too passive.

So, am I supposed to assume you've made him aggressive,

so that you can write from the perspective

of his victim?

A person that's being tortured and killed?

-(Chuckles) -Well, no.

'Cause a raven isn't capable of that.

My killer is the butcherbird, genus Cracticus.

It impales small mammals, reptiles, insects

-with a sharp twig. -Yeah.

You know, if you'd rather, I could write

from the point of view of the killer.

All right. Okay. That's enough. Go on. Go.

You've got the weekend to resubmit.

-Okay. -And Amy...

I know the uncertainty of the last few months

has been tough, especially

given what you've already been through.

Now, you've got it out of your system,

will you write how you used to write.

Um, okay, "Devastated to hear the news of another life

snatched away in his prime.

We should all have the freedom to feel safe

in our cars even at 3:00 a.m.

Hold your loved ones close, and pray for her.

Whoever she is." Prayer hands emoji,

fingers crossed emoji, love heart emoji.

Is that-- is that a water droplet?

It's a teardrop.

-I'll lose it. -What is this?

My official statement.

I have 5,000 thirsty followers.

People are expecting me to say something.

What happened to your face? YouTube tutorial gone wrong?

No, I was gardening.

They found him with his pants in the front seat,

-brains in the back. -What, they find the body?

Oh. Well, a dog walker found the car and the body

at 4:00 a.m.

They should honestly question the dog walker.

Anyone walking their dog at 4:00 a.m.

is clearly a sociopath.

It obviously has to be the CWK.

No, it's Chris.

-Wait, what? -Yeah, the scream.

The van coming and going at the exact time

as the killings.

The fact that we haven't had a murder

since we moved in six months ago.

Sorry, you think Chris, crafty Chris

is the Clockwork Killer?

Yeah, I think like we spooked him at first,

but now, everyone's let their guard down.

I heard her. I heard her scream.

LIAN: Do you think she's still alive?

-Yeah, well, for now. -Oh.

What? Yesterday, you said you missed this stuff.

(Scoffs)

The attention, yes.

Staring won't give you the power to see

through my uniform.

(Chuckles softly)

What?

Uh, you should definitely go to the cops.

No! What would I say? Like, "Hello, Officer.

I know who the killer is. We share a hedge."

-But if you know something-- -No.

They get weirdos on these cases all the time.

Attention seekers. And I'm obviously not that.

-No? -No!

Besides, I need some kind of concrete evidence.

You're still free tonight, yeah?

Oh. You do know it's a Friday night, right?

Oh my God.

Uh, what about Sunday?

I can do Sunday.

Sunday will be too late.

(♪♪♪)

(Susan whimpering)

CHRISTINA: He hunts, he captures,

he tortures, he kills.

Then he calls to tell you where he's left the body.

All in a three-day timeframe.

Now, you're already running out of time.

And let's be clear, Susan Miller is missing,

and at this stage, there's no evidence to suggest

-anything-- -In cases like this,

we know time is an important factor.

NORDHOFF: This is Dhara Mallick. She's a specialist profiler

with the State Behavioral Analysis Unit.

And she will be assisting me with this case.

CHRISTINA: (On TV) Do we have a serial killer on the loose?

It's premature to speculate.

Detective, we're heading for four double murders,

yet you won't call the perpetrator a serial killer.

-Why is that? -DHARA: We're still working

-to locate Susan alive. -We know the suspect is trouble.

-This is the one person... -Mom?

Door was open.

Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.

You know what they say.

If you're not early, you're late, right?

Mom's still getting ready.

DHARA: (On TV) He's simply stating that any assistance

the killer can give us now will be...

(Grunts)

Couldn't get sleep last night?

Hmm.

You know, I was a sleepwalker when I was a kid.

Never made it to the front door, though.

You outdid me there.

REPORTER: (On TV) Detective Mallick.

What's the killer trying to say?

MALLICK: (On TV) He's angry. He's isolated.

He's saying, "Look at me. I'm in control."

Until we catch him.

(indistinct speech)

-This shit doesn't help either. -(Gasps)

Oh, hi.

(Chuckles)

Uh, sorry, am I late?

CHRIS: Wow!

You look incredible.

BARBARA: Oh, thanks.

Uh, so, what have you guys been talking about?

-CHRIS: Sleep. -Murder.

Murder? Nice.

That's one of Amy's favorite subjects.

Did you apologize to Chris for last night?

CHRIS: Oh, no. Hey.

To tell you the truth, I was awake anyway.

All right.

Um, well, don't forget to lock up.

Oh, no, I'll be fine.

It's not like the Clockwork Killer

comes into your home and rips you from your bed.

Gotta be out in your car, making out.

-Oh. -Good to know.

(Chuckles)

Anyways, the killer has a victim right now,

doesn't he?

BARBARA: Amy?

Are you okay?

Would you want us to just stay or--

No. Enjoy yourself.

Okay. All right. Well, I won't be late.

AMY: Okay, bye.

Here's to both of us getting a bit of sleep tonight.

-(♪♪♪) -(Birds chirping)

(Insects chirping)

-(Chokes) -Fucks sake, Lian!

(Chuckles)

Oh, not the reception I was expecting.

Well, can't you just use the doorbell?

What happened to your Friday night plans?

I felt guilty about wishing all of this on us again.

I mean, what if it was me?

Thanks, Lee-Lee.

That's what friends do, they uh, cover for them,

stop them from getting impulse tattoos,

and save them from crazed serial killers.

(Both chuckles)

All right, then.

Let's do it.

Do what exactly?

(Both grunt)

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.

Ugh! Who lives like this?

He says he's renovating.

Well, you think as a serial killer,

he'd try a little bit harder not to live in a dump.

You know, throw people off the scent.

Only one way to find out.

Look, you don't know 100 percent that she's in there.

Which is why we have to go in.

Okay, this is not a normal teenage dilemma.

Lian, seven people are dead. If we do nothing, it's eight.

If I'm wrong, I'm wrong. I can live with that.

But I can't live with being right

and not doing anything about it.

(Sighs)

Coleman's right. You're really good with words.

(Chuckles)

Thank you.

Right, he's out. Let's go.

Wait. And we know that for a fact?

Yeah, he's at the movies.

Oh.

(Chuckles)

Squeezing in a Hemsworth film between maiming and dumping.

His Friday night is already better than mine.

-Wait. What if he comes back? -Well, then we'll hear his van.

-Ready? -No.

-Come on. -Ugh!

Follow me.

-LIAN: Oh, it's locked. -AMY: Come on.

-LIAN: Ugh! -Come on!

Ames, what can you see?

Tell me.

(Screams)

Shit! Dean!

(Groans)

What are you doing here?

You expect me to just wait like

I'm an Uber or some shit?

-Deadshit Dean? -Yes.

Idiot Dean, who as it turns out,

washboard abs and a car.

-I'm right here. -(Smooches)

-No, no! What about our plan? -She's not here, Amy.

All right. Can we go?

-Whoa, babe! -Don't "babe" me.

-I'm bailing. -LIAN: Ugh!

-Okay, that's fine. Let's just-- -Go home, Amy.

Go back to spying on birds.

Lian! I can't do this without you.

-(Car engine starts) -So, don't.

(Both speaking indistinctly)

-Goodbye. -Yeah.

(Kisses) See you in the morning.

CHRIS: All right.

-(Gasps) -(Squeaks)

(Smooches)

(Screams)

What the bloody hell are you lookin' at, you perv?

-(Cellphone ringing) -(Amy gasps)

Shit, shit!

(Grunts)

Hello? Amy speaking.

Mrs. Chen?

-Yeah. Lian came over last night.

I don't know why she didn't mention it.

Where is she?

Well, she's here.

No, yeah. She-- she stayed over.

Yeah. Well, she's in the shower.

But I'll get her to call you when she's out.

Sorry to worry you.

(Cellphone ringing in distance)

LIAN: (On voicemail) It's Lian. Do your thing!

-(Line beeps) -Hey, Lee-Lee.

-Can you call me? It's urgent. -(Cellphone dings in distance)

(Cellphone ringing in distance)

LIAN: (On voicemail) It's Lian. Do your thing!

(Line beeps)

(Cellphone dings in distance)

-(Pants) -(Cellphone ringing in distance)

LIAN: (On voicemail) It's Lian. Do your thing!

(Line beeps)

(Cellphone ringing)

LIAN: (On voicemail) It's Lian. Do your thing!

(Line beeps)

(Cellphone dings)

(Door knocking)

NORDHOFF: Amy.

Sorry, I said next door.

Next door.

Detective, Nordhoff, I don't know why you're here.

Amy and I, we know each other from a few months back.

Is your mother or father here?

No, my father's dead.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Amy, is your mother, Barbara, is she home?

-No, she's working. -We're gonna need her number.

No, I already tried her, and she didn't pick up.

I don't know why you're here. You should be next door.

She's trapped inside. She's inside.

-She's inside there. -Okay. Let's start there.

Who exactly do you think is in there?

(♪♪♪)

(Indistinct speech)

Police.

If it's all right, can we look at the shed?

Sure. I heard this noise.

You know, I think

it was like a ladder that went up there.

Found this phone down there on the ground.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

(Both speaking indistinctly)

Well, she was trying to, uh, look through the window

around here. Scrapped the, uh, window.

NORDHOFF: (Indistinct speech)

We've spoken to Barbara.

This has nothing to do with her.

Your mom should be here with you.

Why? She doesn't believe me anyway.

About Susan or Lian?

-I heard a scream. -You said you heard a phone.

No. On Thursday night, I heard a scream.

She mentioned that you've been having nightmares.

No.

(Mr. Poyton screams)

I heard it. I definitely heard it.

Dad!

You've had a scare. We can see that.

But just so we're all clear, there is no one in that shed

or that house.

What about Lian's phone?

NORDHOFF: You were both over there, right?

Trespassing.

No.

No, you're not listening to me.

He kills people. He's the Clockwork Killer.

Look, I think this has all been a-- a misunderstanding.

-Okay, what about the timing? -The timing?

The van returns just after the killer strikes.

Is your mother aware you've been stalking

her new boyfriend?

I have to take care of her. I was worried she was getting

involved in something illegal like-- like drugs.

So, you also suspect him of running drugs?

No, I-- I thought that. But no, it wasn't true.

Now, I know that-- I know that he's the killer.

Amy, could-- could-- could I borrow that?

I understand you're trying to be vigilant, Amy.

But every minute of police time wasted

is a minute stolen from Susan.

That is not something you wanna be responsible for,

I am sure.

(Whimpers)

(Footsteps approaching)

Whatever you've got to say, I've already heard it.

(Sighs)

I just don't know what to do anymore.

I can't leave you alone. Is that what this is?

This is a cry for help.

Is it just about you not liking Chris, 'cause--

-Oh my God. He's a killer. -(Sighs)

Has he told you why he drives around

in the middle of the night with no lights on?

Oh, you've gotta stop this.

Do you realize how damaging this could be for him?

I don't know why you're defending him.

You don't even know him.

I heard a scream.

BARBARA: Honey.

That scream was you...

Dad!

...when your father fell.

And you've been hearing it for months.

It wasn't a dream.

Listen, the thing is, you've gotta realize

it wasn't your fault.

Okay?

There was nothing you could've done.

You know what? I think it's time that

we went to see the therapist again.

(Grunts)

I just want you to believe me.

Why is that so hard for you?

(Sighs)

(Birds chirping)

(♪♪♪)

I wasn't supposed to do this alone.

That was not the deal.

(Cellphone dings)

(Electric drill whirring)

(Amy gasps)

(Pants)

AMY: Lian?

Lian?

-(Objects clattering) -(Gasps)

(Crow cawing in distance)

-(Indistinct chatter) -Amy.

Lian's here in this house. I know it.

NORDHOFF: Oh, you know it? Huh?

Yes.

Ah, well, here.

You need help.

Is that-- Where have you been?

They've held me here for hours, all because of you.

Just-- just listen to me.

LIAN: (On phone) My mother's gonna kill me.

Lian!

NORDHOFF: Amy, your friend's fine.

I just found out that her boyfriend got

a bit hot-headed last night with some of our

uniformed men,

so they've kept him here overnight to cool off.

Lian's been in jail?

No. They-- they were just held.

They weren't charged.

And I'll explain it to her mother, so...

Okay, can you just tell her that I'm really sorry?

Just tell her to fuck off.

Shit.

-(♪♪♪) -(Sighs)

-(Gasps) -BARBARA: Chris!

Hello?

-Hello? -Hey, I'm here.

(Gasps)

Oh, God. I'm so s-- so sorry. I'm sorry.

No, really, I, uh...

I'm terribly sorry about this whole...

(Both speaking indistinctly)

(Door opening)

-(Breathes heavily) -(Car engine starts)

(Sniffs)

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Car door opens)

(Grunts)

(Car door opens, closes)

(Car engine starts)

(Keyboard clacking)

(Birds chirping)

(♪♪♪)

NORDHOFF: Amy.

Amy, you need to think this through.

-Why are you doing this, Amy? -I'm trapped in his van.

-This is the third time. -He's dumping body parts.

The bodies we've located aren't missing limbs.

I-- I saw something.

NORDHOFF: (On phone) Speak to your mother, Amy.

-Please. For your own sake. -(Cellphone dings)

Just please help me.

Amy.

Honey, do you want some tea?

Listen, if you want me to stay away from Chris, I will.

(Cellphone chimes)

(Sighs)

(♪♪♪)

Ah, what the...

(Grunts)

(Breathes heavily, whimpers)

(Sobs)

(Breathes heavily, whimpers)

What the fuck?

(Sobs)

Jesus.

Please.

No, hang on. I'm here to help.

I'm here to help.

SUSAN: Okay.

-I'll be back. -SUSAN: Come back. Please.

(Sobs)

(Grunts)

I'm coming back. I'll be back.

(Grunting)

(Van door knocking)

(Screams)

Stay where you are. Stay where you are.

Don't move!

-(Screams) -No! No! There's a...

-Release the girl. -(Screams)

-No! No, no, no! -Release the girl.

-Release the girl. -No!

-There a-- no! -(Gunshot)

(Screams)

BARBARA: Amy!

Amy?

Susan's in there! Susan's in there!

(Susan screams)

Susan's in there. Oh, she's dead!

Susan's still in there

(Susan muffled screams)

AMY: Susan's in there. Susan's in there.

BARBARA: One every four to six hours.

Yeah, I remember.

Yeah.

Complete rest.

Okay. All right. Well, thank you, Dr. Stuart.

Thank you so much.

Me? Oh, I'm fine. Yeah.

No, I'll be fine.

(Chuckles)

Okay. All right. Well, thank you.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know why I didn't believe you.

I-- I just...

I wanted to be sure that I'd made the right decision

moving us.

I just wanted us...

I wanted us to move on. (Sobs)

What if it had been you?

Oh, I'm so sorry, my darling. I'm so, so sorry.

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Officer speaking indistinctly over radio)

(Susan whimpers, screams)

(Birds chirping)

(Door knocking)

-Mrs. Poyton. -Detective Reuben Knox.

May we have a word?

So, what about Susan? Were you able to find her?

KNOX: No.

Um, and the-- the body parts.

Uh, Detective Nordhoff told me

there were body parts in Chris's van.

Uh, Mr. Mancini had been poisoning possums.

We suspect he was taking the bodies to the town's edge

to avoid charges.

A minor offense in the scheme of things.

Possums?

The forensics went to town on the shed and the van.

The only DNA we found belonged to yourself, Amy,

and Chris Mancini.

Uh, I'm sorry. I'm not quite sure I--

I understand.

Amy told me that she was--

Do you have any idea why Amy was in the back of the van?

No.

Uh, I'm not sure why she's been doing

anything anymore.

We're gonna need to speak with her.

Once she's lucid.

Okay, um, can you excuse me? I just need--

I need to just take a minute.

Barbara, I am so sorry.

But it's also my duty to inform you

-that the shot fired was fatal. -(Gasps)

-Chris Mancini is dead. -(Breathes heavily)

(Door knocking)

Mom?

Where's Detective Nordhoff?

Uh, Detective Nordhoff is off the case,

pending an inquiry.

An inquiry into what?

A man was shot.

Amy, this is Detective Knox.

I promise we're gonna keep this as brief as we can.

(♪♪♪)

NORDHOFF: (On recording) Why-- why are you doing this, Amy?

AMY: (On recording) I'm trapped in his van.

NORDHOFF: (On recording) This is the third time.

AMY: (On recording) He's dumping body parts.

What were you doing in Chris Mancini's van?

Did he threaten you?

Did he make you go with him?

-N-- no. -Amy.

No.

-Then how'd you get there? -I climbed.

-Into his van? -Yes.

You've been diagnosed with claustrophobia.

I believe that was following an accident.

It was after my dad--

Yet you still climbed into the van?

-Yes. -Why would you do that?

Why is he here?

-Uh, I think maybe we should-- -Answer the question.

He has hidden her out of sight.

No, no, no. You've gotta keep looking.

-Look harder! -Oh my God. Amy!

You've gotta stop this.

(Breathes heavily) Chris is dead.

I'm sorry. I...

-MR. POYTON: Help! Help! -(Gasps)

He asked me to keep an eye out.

That's all.

While he watched the birds.

-Dad! -MR. POYTON: Help!

There's lots of old mine shafts.

"Keep an eye out."

That's what he said.

Amy!

(Pants)

I should've seen where he was stepping.

You can't keep your eyes off the track.

-(Mr. Poyton screams) -Dad!

DHARA: It was a freak accident, miles away from anywhere.

No one could've saved him.

(Groans)

Amy!

Me.

I could've.

-(Sobs) -(mr. Poyton groaning)

And I didn't.

-(Insects chirping) -(Owl hooting in distance)

-(Kettle lid thuds) -(Water running)

(♪♪♪)

(Gasps)

There's...

a...

girl...

I'm so sorry.

Who's there?

I know you're there!

-(Breathes heavily)

Hey.

You're awake.

There's someone here?

No. It's just me.

No.

Someone's here.

Who?

(Breathes shakily)

Him.

(Chuckles) Sweetie, there's nobody there.

It was just a bad dream. Come on. Come on.

(Sobs)

No, no, no, no, no. Mom, you have to listen to me.

-There's a man there! -Amy, you're upsetting yourself.

Mom, there's a man there! There's a man!

-Stop! -(Sobs)

Just give me my phone.

-Just-- -BARBARA: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

AMY: Give me my phone.

No, you've been told that you need complete rest

-until you're well again. -(Pills clattering)

Well again?

I am not sick. I am not saying things!

You have a head injury.

Now, you either rest here or you rest in hospital, okay?

BARBARA: Good girl. Good girl.

Come on.

Sweetheart, it's all right.

-(Sobs) -BARBARA: It's just me.

-No. (Sobs)

-BARBARA: It's just me. Promise.

It's just me.

(♪♪♪)

(Screams)

-BARBARA: Amy? -(Switch clicks)

-Amy? -(Amy sobbing)

(Clicks tongue)

-Oh, sweetie. -He was here.

Listen.

Listen.

I'm right here. Okay?

No one can hurt you. Sweetie.

It's okay. I'm right here.

(Pants)

(Screams)

(Gasps)

Lian?

-You look like shit. -Thanks.

So, you were really in Chris's van,

and now, he's dead.

Yeah. That's pretty much how it happened.

-Did you bring it? -Are you kidding?

Barbs practically frisked me on the way in.

-Kidding! -(Chuckles)

LIAN: Pretty sure this works.

Dean's got this geek brother who knows this guy who...

-It could be stolen. -Thanks.

(♪♪♪)

So...

I'm sorry.

The other night with Dean, how I reacted,

it wasn't fair.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have dragged you into it.

I really screwed it up, Lee- Lee.

We're teenagers. We're all screw-ups.

So bad that people die?

Oh, you're acting like you're the one

that shot him.

You're not that badass.

(Both chuckle)

Okay, Lian. Time's up.

Well, thank you for visiting.

Get better soon.

I'm literally dying of boredom without you.

(Chuckles)

Better wrap that one in bubble wrap, Barbs.

It's been over three days now.

Why hasn't the Clockwork Killer called?

That's not a label we acknowledge.

Where's Susan Miller?

Our search is ongoing.

CHRISTINA: (On phone) People are saying the Chris Mancini shooting

may spooked the killer.

Any comment?

There's...

a...

girl...

AMY: Susan Miller is still alive.

That is so unlikely.

The killer hasn't called in yet to say where the body is.

(Chuckles)

AMY: Which means what exactly?

There is no body.

Does it, though?

Chris was shot at the shed.

So?

So, that interrupted the killer's timing.

How?

He heard the cops. And...

me.

Oh, she's there, she's there! Susan's still in there.

Shh!

The killer heard me.

They'll think you're crazy.

That's why he came up to me.

The killer knows that I know.

He'll come after you again.

Shit.

Shit! Ugh!

LIAN: (On phone) Amy, it's all right.

Susan's still alive.

I need your help. I'm locked in.

LIAN: (On phone) What do you mean?

Lee-Lee, please. I just need you to come back,

and go to the house now.

LIAN: (On phone) Are you serious?

Next time, it could be you or me.

You said this is what friends do.

LIAN: (On phone) Ugh!

(Insects chirping)

This is a bad idea.

Bad like good, right?

(Line ringing)

We're here.

AMY: (On call) Okay, go to the shed.

The best way to find Susan is through there.

So, do we like actually know that for certain or--

AMY: (On call) Chris was in the shed the night he was shot.

He didn't go through the house.

Lian?

He didn't go through the house.

Susan's alive. And she's somewhere in the shed.

(Sobs)

Remind me again why we're doing this.

Shh.

But isn't this guy dead? I mean, didn't the cops

-blow his head off? -Just shush! We may hear her.

-The cops didn't. -Yeah, like, obviously.

How about another Chinese lesson instead?

Oh!

I don't even know where to start with how racist

that is.

(Imitates gunshots)

Man down.

Hey, John Wick, can you stop screwing around

and just get us inside?

Do I really remind you of John Wick?

His dog maybe.

Right.

(Cellphone ringing)

LIAN: Um, are you happy now?

There's nothing here.

-(Wood scraping) -What was that?

-Don't fuck about, Dean. -I'm not, I heard something.

Hello.

Abducted girl?

I really need to get my license.

(Grunts)

It's Dean. He's gone. Dean!

Lian, just get out of there now!

(Line disconnects)

LIAN: (On voicemail) It's Lian. Do your thing.-

(Line beeps)

(Lian screaming)

(Cellphone ringing)

Yes.

Hey, slow down.

I'm not working the case anymore, Amy.

I'm sorry, Amy. No, I can't.

Listen.

I can't help you.

(Grunts)

Oh my God!

Mom!

Let me out, mom! Mom!

Let me out! Mom!

(Grunts)

(Muffled screams)

Lian?

Lian!

Lian?

(Whimpers)

Shh!

You. You're the Clockwork Killer?

Tick-tock, Lian.

Jesus. I gave you my number.

I didn't like the name at first,

but it's really grown on me.

What, failing students wasn't enough for you?

You know, I thought teaching was supposed to be rewarding.

-(Groans) -Always too much talk, Lian.

Like what I've done with the place?

I used to play here as a child.

Always thought it had potential.

(Whimpers, sobs)

-AMY: Lian? Lian? -Amy!

-(Whimpers) Amy! Amy! -You're inseparable, you two.

-LIAN: Amy! -It's nauseating!

(Grunts)

(Pants)

(Groans)

(Pants)

(Susan sobbing)

Lian, Lian?

-Oh my God. -(Barbara groaning)

Mom?

-Oh my God! Mom, mom! Mom! -(Screams)

No, no, no. No, no, no. I've called the cops.

They're on their way.

You really think they'll believe you again?

-Mr. Coleman? -Can I be honest, Amy?

I'm a bit disappointed you're surprised.

You were so determined to write the killer.

To relate.

"He finishes feasting,

leaves me there, impaled high."

"A warning, no."

"A trophy."

Is that what these are?

Every great serial killer needs a calling card.

(Susan screams)

MR. COLEMAN: I practically handed you your beloved

butcherbird's signature move,

and you still couldn't see it.

You're planning on feasting on their entrails, too?

When you and your mother moved in next door,

I thought it was all over.

What are you up to?

But serial killer frenzy continued.

I miss him.

"When's the CWK gonna strike again?"

Things were better when he was around.

Even you were desperate to believe the killer lived

next door.

"Hello, Officer. I know who the killer is.

-We share a hedge." -What?

Shame about your mom's boyfriend by the way.

I hadn't finished with him.

Has he told you why he drives around

in the middle of the night with no lights on?

You framed Chris by taking his van.

And yet you had him killed.

-(Screams) -(Grunts)

I'd almost call that teamwork.

-(Screams) -There's a...

-No! -(Gunshots)

Why would you do this?

I suppose you want something relatable.

A sob story about how I wasn't hugged enough

as a child.

-Smattering of daddy issues? -Leave my father out of this.

But in truth, it's really quite simple.

Bad people do bad things.

Stay away from me!

-(Groans) -(Gasps)

(Screams)

(Pants, shrieks)

(Grunts)

(Screams)

-(Screams) -(Grunts)

-(Screams) -(Groans)

(Screams, groans)

(Grunts, groans)

(Screams)

(Groans)

-(Grunts) -(Groans)

(Screams)

(Grunts, pants)

(Door opening)

Amy.

(Amy groans)

(Police siren wailing)

I heard a scream.

(Ambulance siren wailing)

NORDHOFF: There's two bodies in there.

You better seal it off.

(Officer speaking indistinctly over radio)

Lian's gonna be okay.

(Sighs)

You know, you saved Susan's life.

-And your mom's. -And Dean?

Amy, nobody could've done more than you.

You believed me.

(Cellphone ringing)

Yeah.

Yeah, there's two.

You know, I think it's about time we moved

back to the city, sweetheart.

Maybe you should try a dating app.

-(Snickers) -(Chuckles)

(♪♪♪)

♪ Well, have you seen that girl in the corner? ♪

♪ I'd like to break her out of her chains ♪

♪ 'Cause if I had my way with you, baby ♪

♪ I would be changing your life today ♪

♪ Your eyes got me dreamin' ♪

♪ Your eyes got me cryin' ♪

♪ Your eyes got me hopin' ♪

♪ That I'll be holdin' you close tonight ♪

♪ Your eyes got me dreamin' ♪

♪ Your eyes got me cryin' ♪

♪ Your eyes got me hopin' ♪

♪ That I'll be holding you close tonight ♪

(♪♪♪)