Dark City: The Cleaner

I've cracked the case.

Detective Robert Calhoun is the copycat.

So I took a leaf out of Melissa's book

and started gathering evidence and mind-fucking him.

Why the fuck is this guy in here?

He got suspicious.

But couldn't prove it,

thanks to the piece of shit cell phone Melissa gave me.

Wheelchair Wendy was still a loose end,

so Melissa encouraged me to do what I do best.

And I've got to admit,

it was nice having her watch my genius plan unfold.

When Melissa asked.

What was all that about?

I explained time had come to frame Robert the copycat

as the Christchurch Carver.

Bonus was, Wendy had excellent taste in fish.

Welcome back, boys.

The cellie has been lurking more than usual,

but the plan is in place.

Pity it's just gone tits up.

I fucking knew it was you.

What if I make it worse?

Sally speaking.

Sorry?

Sorry, what's his blood pressure?

And his heart rate?

I'll meet you at the hospital.

Never any doubt, fucked hard.

If you think this is a tough ride, Bob,

wait till I get you upstairs.

Hey, sleepyhead.

Nice nap?

You can't do this.

Hey, save the denials.

An innocent man would have come here

with his colleagues instead of all this.

Oh.

You've made a mistake.

An innocent man wouldn't have turned his cell phone off

before coming here.

Hey, Joey, listen to me.

I'm sorry that I need you in the balls, okay?

I shouldn't have done that,

but whatever the fuck you think you're doing here--

Save it.

That's somebody that wants to meet you.

Hold that for me, would you?

Detective?

Pickle?

What?

I should have known you'd try to come back.

Where's Jehovah?

You.

Aren't you a good boy, Karma?

I mean, good girl.

Come on.

Right now, appreciate if you deposit your weapon.

And if I don't?

You've reached the Crashage Carver tip line.

I have some information for Detective Schroeder.

If you'd like to tell me what it is,

I'll pass it along.

I need to speak to Schroeder directly.

That's not how it works, sir.

Now, what is the information you have?

He's the one in the newspapers, not you.

Do you wanna catch the Carver or not?

Schroeder?

T7, speaker?

Yeah?

There's a guy with info on the Carver.

He wants you.

That's okay, put him through.

Is this Schroeder?

Yep.

And what do you know?

Perfect timing.

You sure about this?

No.

The fact that the caller didn't mention tarot cards

gives me hope.

We should tell Stephen.

Why?

So she can tell me I can't do that either?

No, so you can put uniforms on.

Look, they all have to be followed up, Bex.

Yeah, I know, but there's--

Plus, I need a fresh air.

Happy hunting.

Nobody will care that Melissa's sketch

doesn't line up with Calhoun,

or that dental records won't match

the bite marks on the apples.

This parking ticket will trump all of that.

It's the final nail.

Yeah, whatever, go for it.

Thank you.

Oh, Jesus.

I think someone's fucking with us.

Possibly.

Or maybe not.

Come on, Trotter, you're almost there.

Anything yet from Travis?

No, still waiting, you?

Number that called in the knife

was a phone booth in town.

Officers there are asking around,

but as yet, no one's seen anything.

There's a reward on the line.

I'd give you bloody details.

Maybe they'll call in if it pans out.

What time did he say that these prints were ready?

Fuck it, I'll call them.

You got something?

Yeah.

You're not gonna like it.

Don't forget to check the pockets.

You miss me?

Ooh.

What's that smell?

Did you piss your pants?

You just stay quiet, Detective,

and I promise you can walk out of here alive.

Some people have no class.

Melissa.

Get it? - Got it.

Clear. - Clear.

Bingo!

A hundred bucks, she says.

Honey, I'm home.

Bingo.

We're upstairs.

So this is the cop?

He admitted it.

Hmm.

People will admit a lot of things

if you have a knife to their throat.

Trust me, it's him.

Why'd you pin Daniela's murder on Joe?

The Christchurch carver killed...

It can't be you.

Oh, it's him, cop.

Get your head around it.

So did you decide to frame him before

or after you killed her?

You've been watching us this entire--

Hey!

Don't talk to him when I'm the one asking you questions.

I didn't kill anybody.

Jesus.

Joe, hey, hey.

Wait.

We're gonna need a bucket.

Get those hair.

We do not need a bucket.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, listen, hey.

Wait, no, no, no, wait!

After, okay?

After, after.

Shit.

Look, what happened?

It was an accident, okay?

Is that a thing, detective?

Killing people by accident?