Dark City: The Cleaner

They call me the Christchurch Carver,

but really, I'm just a regular Joe with two fish,

a crazy mother, and a hobby.

I like woman.

I'm currently getting to know Laura.

It's going well.

The police are all at sea, looking outwards

when they should be looking inwards.

I've even made a friend.

She's obsessed with me.

But I've got no time for small talk when I've got a copycat

on my hands.

Daniela Walker is dead, and somebody

is trying to pin it on me.

Is it the husband?

I'm going to find out.

But between Fluffy the cat and a crazy journalist,

my orderly life has been turned upside down.

She knows I'm the Christchurch Carver.

What she wants, I'm about to find out.

Should I be flattered?

What?

That I was going to be your next victim?

And were you going to strip me naked?

You going to kill me here or at home?

You got this all wrong.

Shut up.

Really?

I said--

Listen.

Shut up.

Careful, I might slip.

Listen, we're going to make a deal, OK?

You cut the denials, and I won't cut off little Joe, yeah?

That's you admitting it?

Uh-huh?

Big nod?

Listen, Melanie--

It's Melissa, asshole.

That's a weird surname.

Ah, it's me.

It's me.

It's me.

I admit it.

I'm the Christchurch Carver.

It's me.

Ah.

It wasn't hard.

And you were going to kill me.

No.

No, no, no.

That's the truth.

That's the truth.

I like to get to know people first.

Right, so you were going to kill me next week.

Is that it?

What do you want?

Joe Middleton, day custodian.

I fucking knew it.

Knew what?

I thought you weren't a cop, but this--

this is hilarious.

A cleaner.

I thought you said serial killers don't have menial jobs.

Spoken like somebody who hasn't had

to clean up the men's bathroom.

Ooh, nice lock picks.

You following me?

I saw you poking around the Walker house.

I was curious.

So I wasn't being paranoid.

Why were you there?

This is not about me, Joe.

This is about you.

Really?

Well--

Hey.

A shirt?

Returning to the scene of the crime, that is a cliche.

It's not a cliche.

And I didn't kill Daniela Walker.

You expect me to believe that?

It's the truth.

Even the police are thinking it's a copycat.

Look, why would I admit to being the carver and lie about this?

Why indeed.

Must be fun, you know, being right under their noses

while they're looking for you.

I know a lot about serial killers, Joe.

Who's the dominating woman you can't kill?

Is it your mummy?

What's the matter?

Can you only get it up for her?

Who comes up with shit like this?

I think you already know where these are going.

I want you to remember me forever.

Mimi?

Mimi?

Mimi?

Help me.

Hey, help me.

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Jesus.

Oh, fuck.

It looks like something you'd find hanging

in a butcher shop window.

As bad as this is, the forever optimist inside of me

is telling me I'm lucky she didn't crush them both.

Luckier still, she didn't take a souvenir.

I am going to cut Melissa, asshole, into 100 pieces,

or 1,000, like a jigsaw.

Even mother won't be able to put her back together.

My gun.

She's got my gun and my favorite knife.

Come on, Joe.

Come on, Joe.

Oh.

Oh.

I'm going to hunt her down.

I'm going to kill her.

Slow.

She's going to regret crossing the Christchurch Carver.

Tally speaking.

Help me.

Sorry?

It's me, Joe.

I've been hurt.

Hurt?

Do you need me to call you an ambulance?

No.

No ambulance.

No police.

You said I could trust you.

What's your address?

Joe?

It's Allie.

Joe?

Joe?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Joe?

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

What happened?

Oh my god, you need an ambulance.

Please, no.

No, no, no.

No police.

No, no, no.

How did this happen?

Just-- just help me.

Just help me.

No, Joe, this is-- this is really bad.

I-- I need to call an ambulance.

No, you'll make it worse.

I just want medicine.

But Joe--

You said you'd help.

You said I could trust you.

You can, Joe.

You can.

These scratches, they're old.

Like, scars and--

Oh.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Joe, who did that to you?

Satan.

Satan isn't walking around in real life, Joe.

Isn't she?

Sure feels like I'm in hell.

This is a real mess, Joe.

Just don't take me to hospital, OK?

Don't.

Don't.

I'm going to need to take a look, Joe.

Oh.

I'm going to need to take off the tape.