Girl at the Window (2022) - full transcript

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.

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

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

Got it.

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

Amy!

Hi!



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

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

Yeah, we just moved in.

What are you up to?

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.

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.

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?

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.

What was that?

I'm just trying
something different.

It's good, huh?

No,
I heard something outside.

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--

Help me.

Help me.

Hey!

Hey!

Shit, shit, shit.

Okay. Okay, I'm coming.

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...

...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.

He's got someone in there.

- A woman.
- Uh-huh.

I'm, um, a bit tired.

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

Goodnight.

The police are yet to release

an official statement,
but at this stage,

it looks like
the Clockwork Killer is back.

Amy!

It's been a six-month hiatus

since the last killings,
but with one teenager

found dead this morning

- and a girl missing...
- 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.

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.

All right.
Well, we're running late.

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

Absolutely not.

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.

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?

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.

Do you think
she's still alive?

-Yeah, well, for now.
-Oh.

What? Yesterday, you said
you missed this stuff.

The attention, yes.

Staring won't give you
the power to see

through my uniform.

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.

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.

- This is Dhara Mallick.
- She's a specialist profiler

with the State Behavioral
Analysis Unit.

And she will be assisting me
with this case.

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?
- 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.

He's simply
stating that any assistance

the killer can give us now
will be...

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.

Detective Mallick.

What's the killer trying to say?

He's angry.
He's isolated.

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

Until we catch him.

This shit doesn't help either.

Oh, hi.

Uh, sorry, am I late?

Wow!

You look incredible.

Oh, thanks.

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

- Sleep.
- Murder.

Murder? Nice.

That's one of Amy's
favorite subjects.

Did you apologize to Chris
for last night?

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.

Anyways, the killer
has a victim right now,

doesn't he?

Amy?

Are you okay?

Would you want us
to just stay or--

No. Enjoy yourself.

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

Okay, bye.

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

Fucks sake, Lian!

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.

All right, then.

Let's do it.

Do what exactly?

-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.

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

Thank you.

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

Wait.
And we know that for a fact?

Yeah, he's at the movies.

Oh.

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.

- Oh, it's locked.
- Come on.

- Ugh!
- Come on!

Ames, what can you see?

Tell me.

Shit! Dean!

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.

-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.
- 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.

So, don't.

-Goodbye.
-Yeah.

See you in the morning.

All right.

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

Shit, shit!

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.

It's Lian. Do your thing!

Hey, Lee-Lee.

- Can you call me?
- It's urgent.

It's Lian. Do your thing!

It's Lian. Do your thing!

It's Lian. Do your thing!

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?

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.

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

around here.
Scrapped the, uh, window.

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.

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?

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

I just want you to believe me.

Why is that so hard for you?

I wasn't supposed to do this
alone.

That was not the deal.

Lian?

Lian?

Amy.

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

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.

My mother's gonna kill me.

Lian!

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.

Chris!

Hello?

-Hello?
-Hey, I'm here.

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

No, really, I, uh...

I'm terribly sorry
about this whole...

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.

Speak to your mother, Amy.

Please. For your own sake.

Just please help me.

Amy.

Honey, do you want some tea?

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

Ah, what the...

What the fuck?

Jesus.

Please.

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

I'm here to help.

Okay.

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

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

Stay where you are.
Stay where you are.

Don't move!

No! No! There's a...

Release the girl.

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

-Release the girl.
-No!

There a-- no!

Amy!

Amy?

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

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

Susan's still in there

- Susan's in there.
- Susan's in there.

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.

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.

What if it had been you?

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

-Mrs. Poyton.
-Detective Reuben Knox.

May we have a word?

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

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.

Chris Mancini is dead.

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.

Why--
why are you doing this, Amy?

I'm trapped in his van.

This is the third time.

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.

Chris is dead.

I'm sorry. I...

Help! Help!

He asked me to keep an eye out.

That's all.

While he watched the birds.

- Dad!
- Help!

There's lots of old mine shafts.

"Keep an eye out."

That's what he said.

Amy!

I should've seen
where he was stepping.

You can't keep your eyes
off the track.

Dad!

It was a freak accident,
miles away from anywhere.

No one could've saved him.

Amy!

Me.

I could've.

And I didn't.

There's...

a...

girl...

I'm so sorry.

Who's there?

I know you're there!

Hey.

You're awake.

There's someone here?

No. It's just me.

No.

Someone's here.

Who?

Him.

Sweetie, there's nobody there.

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

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!

Just give me my phone.

- Just--
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Give me my phone.

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

until you're well again.

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?

Good girl. Good girl.

Come on.

Sweetheart, it's all right.

It's just me.

- No.

It's just me. Promise.

It's just me.

Amy?

Amy?

-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.

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!

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.

Okay, Lian. Time's up.

Well, thank you for visiting.

Get better soon.

I'm literally dying
of boredom without you.

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.

People are saying
the Chris Mancini shooting

may spooked the killer.

Any comment?

There's...

a...

girl...

Susan Miller is still alive.

That is so unlikely.

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

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!

Amy, it's all right.

Susan's still alive.

I need your help.
I'm locked in.

What do you mean?

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

and go to the house now.

Are you serious?

Next time, it could be you
or me.

You said
this is what friends do.

Ugh!

This is a bad idea.

Bad like good, right?

We're here.

Okay, go to the shed.

The best way to find Susan
is through there.

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

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.

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.

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.

Um, are you happy now?

There's nothing here.

What was that?

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

Hello.

Abducted girl?

I really need to get my license.

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

Lian,
just get out of there now!

It's Lian. Do your thing.-

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.

Oh my God!

Mom!

Let me out, mom! Mom!

Let me out! Mom!

Lian?

Lian!

Lian?

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.

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.

- Lian? Lian?
- Amy!

- Amy! Amy!
- You're inseparable, you two.

- Amy!
- It's nauseating!

Lian, Lian?

Oh my God.

Mom?

Oh my God! Mom, mom! Mom!

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.

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.

I'd almost call that teamwork.

There's a...

No!

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!

Amy.

I heard a scream.

There's two bodies in there.

You better seal it off.

Lian's gonna be okay.

You know,
you saved Susan's life.

-And your mom's.
-And Dean?

Amy, nobody could've done
more than you.

You believed me.

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.