Obituary (2023) s02e02 Episode Script

1
(sighs) Oh, Dad. You've left me in
a pretty awful position.
There are some people in town
who think Hughie didn't do it.
The real killer is out there,
and I know who they are.
(desperate gulping)
(camera clicking)
By deadline, I wanna see a story
I can't say no to,
or your resignation letter.
I hate living in a world where
you're dead
and they're alive,
cracking jokes about ya.
I heard the man died happy.
Went out with a face full of pussy!
(sniggering)
They'll pay.
I'm about to become the chief
suspect in a murder case.
(struggling)
And I didn't even do this one!
(frantic gasps)
♪
(chair squeaking)
You look tired.
(sarcastic) You with the compliments.
Same thing happened me,
no shut eye after Mam passed,
felt like I had
a brain full of razor blades.
Just worried I'll forget him.
- How much sleep are you getting?
- Uhm
An hour and a bit last night.
- Then there's a good chance you saw them.
- Saw who?
- (innocently) Oh, my car?
- Where were you last night?
It's about my stolen car, isn't it?
- Home alone?
- Emerson's.
Yeah I was awake
but no, I didn't see them.
I just noticed it missing around ten.
- No doubt you called here?
- This morning, no answer.
Why would you want
(incredulous) Wait, is my car
mixed up in Ruby's murder?
It's in lock up.
- I can't disclose where we found it.
- So the killer used it?
(silence)
Wow!
(foreboding music)
(car engine failing)
(engine not turning)
'Okay. I need someone who
knows what they're doing.'
(fire crackling)
♪
(phone pad beeping)
(line ringing)
(line ringing)
(phone ringing)
(coughing)
(slight panic)
"Where are you? Oisín?"
"Oisín? Oisín, I need you
to listen to me carefully."
- "My car is in"
- Hello?!
Now?! Make the car look stolen?
How much?
Fuck off. Still fuck off.
Fine. What does the Prim Reaper want?
A ride.
Just be careful, yeah?
Of her? Big paranoid head on ya.
(metal clanging)
- What are you doing?
- I need to borrow these.
(car door lock unlatching)
(door opening)
(rummaging)
Look stolen. Mad bitch!
(chuckling)
(water trickling)
(thunk)
(chatter)
This town hasn't seen action like
this since the Riedle murder.
It's like these yokels are killing
people on purpose.
They're calling it the nation's
new murder capital.
- What was it known for before?
- Inbreeding.
Yeah. Guards are stumped,
think it's a one off.
I wouldn't bank on it.
Folks, it's buzzing out there. Okay?
I can't believe I could get done for
the one murder I didn't commit.
All because this killer decided
to come to my patch.
(low chatter)
I've got to find them before
anyone else does.
Bluntly put, Ruby's death,
although tragic,
is a big, fat, big-titted
hit for this paper.
We are in the eye of the hurricane,
so much so that by year's end,
I fully intend to present to my mother
projected profits for the first time
in five years.
Let's keep those juicy stories
coming down the slop shoot.
Emerson?
Yeah, so I wanna start
with Ruby's past, her background,
- her school friends, old boyfriends
- Woah there jockstrap, no!
You're the only one here
who's actually killing it.
- Stay in politics.
- But hold on!
I solved the last murder this town
had, and
now you're what, you're suggesting we run
the paper without a crime correspondent?
Fine, during your absence
you'll be replaced by
Well, if anyone should do it,
it should be Elvira.
- Me?
- Her?
The gulf between crime and
obituaries isn't that big.
Emerson's right! Elvira, you're it.
- Thanks.
- Start the minute we wrap.
Now an announcement!
Nowadays there's this pressure
to overshare.
Dealing with your problems in private
is somehow deemed inauthentic.
Well bollocks to that,
people who don't talk about their
struggles may still struggle,
that doesn't mean
that they're fruit loops.
I don't have to tell anyone my shit.
I smell a but coming.
- But
- There it is.
That doesn't mean stewing
in silence either.
See eh
Folks, I was breastfed
until the age of six.
And then my mother decides to
go and get a boob job.
Suddenly tap goes dry.
Can't even look at a cow now.
Hence, this fab therapist I'm seeing,
and we're practising something
called mammary reversion therapy.
And as I talked to her this morning,
she said Ruby's death
could be triggering.
- To you?
- To ye!
So you're all going
to grief counselling.
Yay!
- With your therapist?
- What? At 600 an hour? Fuck no!
- Find out the cheapest one in town.
- There's only one in town.
- Please don't say
- Christine Churchyard.
Uh sorry, but what if therapy
isn't for us?
That's something that crazy people
who desperately need therapy say.
Suck it up sweet cheeks, company policy.
(phone ringing)
(door creaking)
"Leave a message, and I might
get back to ya. Good luck."
Oisín, you're a tough man to reach.
I just wanted to thank you for last
night and see how it went.
I'm heading to the Garda station
soon, so, no pressure
but maybe give me
a call before then, yeah?
(sighs)
"An investigation team
at Kilraven Garda Station
is actively pursuing the circumstances
surrounding the tragic murder
of Ruby Conroy.
The state pathologist
has examined the scene,
and the remains have been
taken for further investigation.
Miss Conroy's family is being
kept informed of our progress
and we have appointed
a family liaison officer.
I urge anyone
with information about Ruby's murder,
no matter how small
to come forward."
(voices talking over each other)
There's talk of rain, lads,
I'll take questions inside.
Starting with the local press.
(disgruntled chatter)
Okay, time to see who's smarter,
me or her.
I'm betting on me.
Wait, is my car mixed up
in Ruby's murder?
It's in lock up, I can't disclose
where we found it.
So the killer used it?
Wow.
- So how was she killed?
- Hand me your phone, please.
Do I have a choice?
(sighs)
Slippery of you that,
the way you played it.
People who hand over
their phones real easy
have something they want you to see.
When they put up a fight they're
usually hiding something, but you
(impressed chuckle)
You were right down the middle.
Guess she's smarter than I thought.
I see the call to us but then
.. these other calls, last night
and today, to Oisín Markum?
No crossing of arms,
stay receptive. She has nothing.
- Oisín is
- A scrote.
A person with a chequered past.
I called him hoping to get some
info on my stolen car but nothing.
Look, I'm flat broke.
It's pathetic,
but I need that car for work.
Yeah, everyone loves a sob story!
Was there
blood in the car?
- Only piss.
- Piss?
Window was tampered with, car hotwired
and then this 'thief', took
a pretty disrespectful pitstop
- in your driver's seat.
- No way I'm getting it back soon.
- 'Fraid not.
- And what about my phone?
That all depends.
(clears throat)
(phone ringing)
- Mick?
- "Hullo?"
Yeah, swing by Oisín Markum's,
his whereabouts last night,
take a statement.
As much detail as you can,
we're after lies here.
"Right, Siobhán."
You, me and your phone
will stay put 'til Mick's back.
If Oisín backs up your story,
then all's well that ends well.
(rueful) Mm..
Shit.
(knocking)
Oisín Markum? Garda!
Oisín, open up.
(insistent knocking)
(waves breaking)
(keys jangling)
Control, we need an ambulance
down at the caravan park, ASAP.
Hold on there now! Hold on!
I got a few words to say.
(clears throat) Man.
If you give me a moment!
As a potential local representative,
I have a duty of care
to expess express
people's frustrations.
We want this killer dead!
And if the Guards won't do it,
we'll do it ourselves!
- What's the plan?
- And what are you gonna do about it?
(disgruntled voices)
Um
(cameras clicking)
The matter is still very raw.
So any more I say on it,
I'll say at the debate.
Now regarding this debate
- The man likes to talk.
- Yep.
Some say it'll be his downfall.
And what do you say?
I say if we're gonna work together
you're gonna have to do
- everything I tell ya.
- Do you have a plan?
- To win the election?
- To win the debate.
You don't need to win the debate.
- I don't?
- No.
You just need to not lose it.
'Fight for the soul of this town.'
(sirens wailing)
(monitor beeping)
Nice touch peeing on the car seat.
Talk about above and beyond.
Listen,
when you wake up, and you will wake up,
they're going to question you alone.
My advice?
Probably best you
have a touch of amnesia.
(exasperated sigh)
Induced coma. Took a beating.
So you're saying he'll live?
Sounds like you wanted him to die.
Two murders, technically
we can call it a serial killer!
And I want a serial killer, Elvira.
You don't know who attacked him.
Well, if he died no one
would know either.
Fear sells. Our readers want
to get fucked, not fingered,
which means you
.. hammering home that this killer
is hiding in plain sight and
could strike at any time!
It makes no sense. From what I saw,
Ruby's killer is like me,
never there to hurt,
only there to kill.
Oisín's attacker didn't kill Ruby.
- Hablar Ingles.
- This person, he or she,
they leave bodies behind, not people.
They're proud of what they do.
And unlike me
They don't hide their work.
They're brave.
They're saying, this is who I am
and a couple of kicks to some
kid's head is not who they are.
Sounds like you've given this
some thought, kiddo.
- A little.
- Smashing.
Only for now, let's keep
those little thoughts
a million miles away from
our readers, yeah?
(foreboding music)
'The killer is still out there.
Without a breakthrough
it'll only get worse.'
'And I didn't even do this one!'
'Where were you last night?'
'Right now, I feel nothing.'
(cat mewling)
(furious licking)
(gasp)
(sigh)
(phone pings)
I need to get back on track.
And this time, whoever my victim is,
is mine and mine only.
(lawnmower humming)
(techno pumping music)
(church bell gongs)
(voices talking)
(music continues)
Woah. Well Oisín said
you know your stuff.
I learned a lot from him. There's
nothing he can't crack.
(metal ruler chaffing)
(mic feedback whistling)
(crowd talking)
Folks!
We'll start with a minute's silence
for Ruby Conroy
and then straight into how our streets
aren't safe for anyone anymore.
Hi. The polls are in.
There's lots to work with there.
But mothers do find you repulsive.
Well, I'm no fan of mothers either
but you don't see me running off
to pollsters complaining about it.
Hold on, even with Chalky out,
it has me at 0%?!
The margin of error is 3 percent, right?
So maybe, you know, you're at 3 percent.
Well aren't you a confidence booster!
The last thing you need
is confidence, alright? Now get in there
and stick to the plan. Right?
- Go on.
- Fuck's sake!
- That's all I have to say about that.
- I'd like to jump in here.
Patsy, we haven't heard from
you all evening,
would you like to respond?
Patsy?
No.
- This is a debate.
- Which I won't be speaking at.
You don't want to say anything?
Not a word.
- Not a word?
- That's what I said.
Let the silent be silent!
Look it, we have a soil problem
in this area
that no amount of grants will fix that!
- And yet, you keep taking them.
- Come again?
A court of auditors in Europe
found that one Kilraven farmer
received a big ball of money
Most of which I returned.
To purchase heifers, heifers
he bought from his cousin,
who kept his own herd in the same shed.
Now it wouldn't take Willy Wonka
to figure out
what the two of them were up to!
Farmer fraud.
This town is not putting forward
our best people for office.
- Well, you can say that again.
- Excuse me?
Now, like many here, the only
crime I committed
was placing my trust in an accountant
with a severe cocaine problem.
But one thing I'm not, and they're not,
- is a bigot.
- And you're saying I am?
Oh as bigots go,
- you're the biggest!
- What?
You're on the book face spewing bile.
- Bile?
- Now you went online and said, quote,
"Open borders are ruining
our way of life."
"Six months ago,
I rented a lovely semi-D
to a bunch of foreign nationals.
They left the place like a pigsty!"
"Not only was the cooker never cleaned,
I'm 100 percent certain
they were using
the box room to make bombs".
- Now hold on a minute
- Are you denying it?!
Are you denying it?!
- Shh! Shh!
- Well, Joyce?
I could deny it,
but why deny the truth?
(crowd react with gasps)
Don't act all innocent!
Come on, hands up who agrees.
(silence)
(coughing)
Tonight has been a joke!
A crucible of lies!
We are being invaded by aliens!
(jeering)
Who are tearing down all our trees
and, and building boats!
(laughter)
Oh boo yourself!
(angry shouts from crowd)
Ha-ha! Well done, Joyce!
- Good stuff!
- We just want to continue, please.
John, settle down! Everyone
(angry shouts and jeers)
That was a riot.
- You were born for this.
- Ah, I got lucky.
What's up?
Oh, don't tell me you think I'm
besmirching the good name of journalism?
No.
It just hit me how much Dad
would've loved it in there,
seeing an uppity wanker
being taken down.
Also, I kind of felt jealous.
- Jealous?
- Of what you did,
and of what I want to do.
Everyone at work thinks that
you pushed me for crime
so that you could pull the strings
behind the scenes.
I just want them to know that
I can do it.
Then do it!
Get out there, show them
you were born for it. I believe it.
Eventually they will too.
And it's all yours, you have my word.
I will be strictly hands off.
- Shit.
- What?
Oh I have to go see that therapist.
How did you find her?
Uh enlightening.
Now what does that mean?
It was right here!
My car has been stolen!
She's over here, Joyce!
In the disabled spot.
- I didn't leave it there!
- You're finished now, Joyce!
- I didn't!
- Go on outta here!
(clock ticking)
There isn't an actual clock
in this room,
that's just the noise
I'm making in my head.
Anything is better than hearing
boilerplate about the profound effect
the death of a co-worker
can have on someone.'
Are you listening to me, Elvira?
Of course.
Then what was I talking about?
How I'm now grieving for two people,
not only my father, but Ruby.
In a nutshell.
Have you ever
treated anyone like me before?
- Insomniacs?
- Mass murderers.
- Call it what you want.
- I had a similar patient.
They had done something very bad
and had gotten away with it.
- Go on.
- It uhm
.. gnawed at them. Not the guilt.
I was fear of being judged.
Ad only by opening up, by confessing
To you.
Did they find the relief and comfort
- of a good night's sleep.
- Well, that's not happening.
Mm.
Elvira, everything in here
is confidential.
Well no,
not if you thought I might harm
myself or others,
then you'd have to tell someone.
I looked it up.
George Slammon got seven years for
killing both my husband and my child.
Seven years because he played
minor for the county.
They gave the drunk driver
that killed him 10.
You really think I'd trust
the guards with anything?
This place is sacred.
Nothing ever leaves these four walls.
(phone buzzing)
(music builds)
(buzzing more insistent)
Your phone's ringing.
I don't usually leave it on,
it's just uhm
- I have a patient who
- Please.
One moment.
Hello? Where?
- No, no, don't do anything, please.
- That person's jumping off a bridge.
No no, just tell me
Hmm. Are Emerson's secrets
in that cabinet?
- We'll continue later.
- Hmmm!
(groans)
- Are you ok?
- Uhh
I had lunch in the burrito place.
- On Main Street?
- In the industrial estate.
- Oh God.
- Oh I, I won't make the stairs.
Bathroom's over there.
Pull the door behind you.
(pained sigh)
(door closing)
(tense music)
'During the session he expressed
feelings that his partner
kept him in the dark
about certain aspects of her life.'
'It was stressed to Emerson
that his partner must open up
otherwise the relationship will fail.'
Bitch.
'Delusional, self-absorbed,
garden variety depressive.'
(exasperated sigh)
Let's see who else she has in here.
(music builds)
This is like a Filofax of awful people.
♪
Handy!
(music builds)
(digital camera beeps and clicks)
(church bell tolls)
Good turnout for Ruby, anyway.
And you think they might be here?
Killers gloat.
What better way to gloat than
sympathising with your victim's parents?
(camera beeps and clicks)
What about him?
He's here doing what we're doing.
The man did beat us to the punch
before. He has a nose for this.
I think it's time we put that nose
to good use.
What about his other half there?
(camera beeps and clicks)
Oh, I am very interested in
what she's up to.
(dog barking in distance)
♪
My God!
Some of these people!
The things they've done,
and thought are worse
than anything I could dream of.
And this dude right here, urgh!
The worst of the worst.
Perfect.
(suspenseful music)
Time to get some sleep.
- Look, I told Elvira crime is hers.
- Crime?
No, this'll be more of
a specialist errand.
Look it, on Ruby's murder,
we don't have the manpower
to follow up on every lead.
(chuckling) And that's where I come in.
Something tells me this one's important,
I just
I don't know what it is yet.
- Sorry Rose, I made a promise.
- Hear me out.
- Your new boss
- Vivienne Birch.
According to Ruby's notes,
Birch assigned her a story,
to uncover the identity of
that James Doe,
the old man who died
in the nursing home.
- No one knows who he is
- No, Ruby stole that story from Elvira.
Mm.
Remember, Emerson,
whoever helps me with this,
I'd be forever in their debt.
Go on.
Every move we've made
has turned up a blank.
- The airlines?
- Manifests are a bust.
Embassies, Interpol?
- They have his details but
- And by his details you mean?
We examined him before he died.
He'd a tattoo on each foot, a dog
on one and a chicken on the other.
What, and you think this has
something to do with Ruby's murder?
It could do. Who knows?
Sure you may
end up cracking some big mystery.
- Or just end up writing his obituary.
- (she giggles)
Yeah, taking Elvira's job,
like she took yours.
That tattoo parlour in town?
- Owned by Jody Freeman?
- Yeah, what's he like?
Good old fashioned pervert.
(man chuckling)
(squelching)
(chuckling)
(thudding)
(lips smacking)
(door latch clicking)
(blinds rattling)
(door closing)
(music builds)
What the fuck?!
(taser sizzling)
(groaning)
(dishes crashing)
Hello Jody.
(struggling)
Reading your files, I knew.
All lies.
(muffled groans)
Same lies I tell. That's the thing!
We say we won't do these
bad things again,
but we know we can't help ourselves.
It's our true nature, I suppose.
It's who we are. But Jesus!
Taking dirty pictures of women
when they're not looking.
Up under their skirts?
(muffled noises)
And of course the Guards took pity
when they caught ya.
No court as long as you went
to therapy, right?
- Right?!
- (muffled assent)
And then there's our favourite
therapist!
Believes your bullshit,
convinced she cured you
but I dunno.
(groans)
I don't believe ya.
(furious groans)
Still
.. let's be sure, yeah?
(muffled groans)
Password.
Password! Password!
Do you want the cattle prod again?!
- Thanks.
- (muffled sobs)
Oh, as I thought.
Still at it.
(phone placed on table)
Oh, Jody.
Want me to take a picture of that?
(jaunty '50s music)
(tape ripping)
(desperate gulps)
(tape ripping)
(music gets louder)
I even tried to run away
(groaning)
(muffled screams)
(terrified muffled groans)
(cattle prod fizzing)
God, I've missed this.
(struggling)
Deep into the funnel of love
(knocking)
Did he or did he not lock the door?
(knocking resumes)
(gentle tapping)
(tense music builds)
(music fades)
(door opening)
♪
First kill in months and not a wink.
(deep sigh)
At least I have the crime desk.
And he's been so supportive.
Maybe he deserves a little thank you.
(keyboard tapping)
(birds singing)
(heavy metal door sliding)
This way Finnery, we have a half
an hour.
I've to get the cattle in
so work away there.
Another 50 for fuck's sake.
I knew when I saw
that I'd use it someday.
Take your time there bud.
How's this for a political bombshell?
- Hey Kate?
- What?
A tattoo of a dog and a chicken,
is that a farming thing?
Why don't you ask the tattoo artist?
Oh wait, he's dead.
Death by chicken wing. What a way to go.
(sigh)
(music builds)
Oh!
- It's morally reprehensible.
- Music to my ears.
For a fee, Tom Quigley
.. allows local lonely bachelors to us
his milking machines to
- To?
- Yeah, exactly.
- But it gets worse.
- Impossible!
He also uses his cattle prod
on the men to help them
- .. you know.
- I do know!
- But tell me anyway.
- To finish, Vivienne!
To finish.
Please tell me he uses it on the inside,
not the outside.
And they say the Fourth Estate is dying.
Mm.
Ok, yeah you'll write it together.
Me and her?
Yeah, from what you've described,
this is also a farming matter.
(exasperated sigh)
Fills the eye, doesn't she?
Guess what Katie Daly,
I've got something
sexy and dirty for ya.
Goodie.
Now tell me petals,
do you know what a prostate is?
(message ping)
- Holy
- Shit.
(voices clamouring)
(cameras clicking)
"Surrounded by a growing media presence,
Gardai escorted the suspect into
Kilraven Garda Station just before noon.
The arrest comes in the wake of the brutal
murder of local resident Ruby Con"
(message pings)
'Leon Tully, 24, local.'
'Prints have been found all over
Ruby Conroy's house.'
'When asked if he killed
Ruby his response was,
"You bet I did".'
Ruby did mention that he
threatened to, and I quote,
"Smash her fucking face in".
Don't you two have a story to write?
False confessions happen all the time.
He could be lying.
Emerson's just brought me a banger,
maybe I'll consider him for editor.
- Over my dead body.
- I told you, fear sells!
It can't end now. Well they haven't
even charged him yet.
- It doesn't mean he's guilty.
- Then do something!
I said I didn't know whether
to fire you, or fuck you.
- Two guesses which way I'm leaning.
- Okay!
What do you want from me?
If there's any chance that he
is innocent, prove it.
A few days ago you were
in my office talking
like you could understand
the killer's mindset.
So, tell me,
what would they do next?
Go into hiding while carefully
selecting their next victim.
No, no they'd
I dunno, what's that um,
what's that cliché between
- .. criminals and crime scenes?
- Oh!
You mean they'd return
to the scene of the crime?
Exactly, that one!
Do that.
(foreboding music)
(light switch clicking on and off)
This must be what it's like
to visit the Sistine Chapel.
(torch switch clicking)
(torch clacking)
(cutlery rattling)
(suspenseful music)
Why would the wine be out?
Someone's here!
Hiding in the house of a dead woman.
You're right,
no one would think to look for you here.
Sneaking in here was easy.
Sneaking out of the hospital,
now, that was hard.
Are you wearing Ruby's clothes?
- It's not like she needs them.
- Oisín.
What? They fit me.
Although the g-string's a little
uncomfortable.
Why are you hiding? And who
are you hiding from?
(sigh) Before Mallory skedaddled,
she sort of stole a bunch
of money from this drug dealer.
Albert
Ex-MMA fighter, roided off his tits!
- Not a lad you wanna mess with.
- So he's the one who beat you up?
(sigh) He wants the cuz and
the cash home, cash she's blown.
He wants me to make it happen,
tell her a yarn, draw her out.
For every day Mallory's not here,
he's gonna chop off one of my fingers.
I've only got 10 fingers, Elvira,
you know what he's gonna do
when he's finished them?
- Cut off your penis.
- What?!
Do you think?
Oh, he said he'd do the toes,
but now that you say it
Look It's all well and good hiding
here but do you have a plan?
Only that I wanna hold onto my cock.
You're smart.
- You could help me.
- Wait, me?
Yeah, like I helped you, remember?
With your car, parked
down the road there.
- Fine.
- (sigh) Thank you.
Only before all that
I need to figure out a way
to save my job.
- In trouble, yeah?
- Yeah.
Just do what I do when I see trouble.
Throw yourself right in
the middle of it.
Fancy finishing the wine?
♪
(snort of laughter)
"Kilraven killer stole my motor."
"It's rare that a killer steals
your car,
uses it to attend a murder
and urinates in the front seat,
but that is exactly
what happened to me."
Crime correspondent?
Not for long she's not.
(neck cracking)
"I'm joined now by Elvira Clancy.
A local journalist
for whom this story has taken
a personal turn.
Elvira, can you provide any insight
.. into why the killer may have
chosen
".. to urinate on your car seat?"
"I'm no psychologist.
But I believe the Kilraven killer
was a childhood bedwetter."
- Ha! Sounds like you!
- Shut your hole, Mammy!
"And you worked with Ruby?"
"In Ruby, I saw someone
who could've been my sister."
She is impressive, and saying such
nice things about Ruby.
Mm yeah!
(interview continues)
Especially considering all the not
nice things Ruby said about her.
"But really
.. we must stop focusing on the why,
and focus on the who."
Ruby's killer? Are you saying the
Guards have the wrong man?
"I just think it's very convenient.
"Of course his prints are all over
her house, he washed her windows."
"And then there's my car.
I'm willing to bet my career that
the man in custody's urine
is not a match for the urine
on my car seat."
- Cheek of her!
- "If you ask me
the killer is still out there"
".. and could strike at any time."
See what a little pressure does?
"When the Guards find sense,
they'll admit they have the wrong man."
How does she know it's not his piss?
Still no sign of Oisín Markum.
Is that good or bad for her?
TBD.
(flesh slicing)
Tread carefully.
Oh, handy with a knife!
(he chuckles)
(she giggles)
Well, I'm glad to see they let you out.
Everyone got you wrong, Leon.
The Guards included.
Not everyone.
(he snorts)
You didn't.
- We'll see.
- (he snorts)
Does this mean you trust me?
Bitch!
I'll take that as a yes. (she giggles)
Have you been out here all day fishing?
More thinking than fishing.
Me too.
What you been thinking about?
Ruby's killer.
(snort)
- Like you said, you can trust me
- Fuck.
It's just Ruby did treat you like shit,
like she treated me like shit.
Part of me thought about
killing her too.
So if you did do it,
I wouldn't blame you.
In fact I'd admire ya.
Smash your fuckin' face in.
Also your prints were all over her
house.
And being her window cleaner, you
could've left a window open for yourse
- Fuck!
- Just tell me why you did it.
You are
(struggles to speak)
A bitch!
- That you talking or the Tourette's?
- Both!
Now fuck off.
(snorts)
You people!
All of ye, you're so stupid.
How the hell could I sneak up on
someone, never mind kill them
when I can't keep my trap shut
for five seconds?
(birds cawing)
(sobbing)
So, our killer is still out there.
What are they doing now?
Are they planning their next murder?
Or are they thinking about me?
Maybe even watching me?
'How does she know it's not his piss?'
'Is my car mixed up in Ruby's murder?'
'Ruby stole that story from Elvira.'
Well if they are watching me,
no matter how smart you think you are,
you can be caught!
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