The Crow Girl

Street-talk translation

We've got three bodies in three days,

all bagged up in random spots across the city.

What do you want?

Keep tabs on Dr. Sophia Craven.

I feel like there's some shady stuff going on behind the scenes

that I'm totally out of the loop on.

I had a... a client, this young girl,

Victoria Burkeman.

Victoria's been through some rough stuff.

-Nah. -I'm calling to give you the heads-up

about another body.

I just own the farm, man.

The original owners kept the house.

And their names?

Burkeman.

Our other daughter, she's gone.

Did you mess with your daughter, Mr. Burkeman?

Nah.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Victoria isn't just your sister.

She's your mom, too.

You killed all those dudes with that twisted game of yours.

You and your whole crew.

Ben's dead. Carl's dead.

She's coming for us next.

-Where is she? -No clue, bro.

He said some cop is in on it.

I bet it's Lou.

One, two, three, four.

Detective Inspector Louis Stanley,

I'm cuffing you for

being corrupt on the job.

I'm dying to know what you dug up

about me, you miserable b*tch!

How am I gonna break it to Joe?

About Lou, or us?

Can I crash over?

For sure.

This is what goes down when you love someone, Victoria.

And I'm gonna love you...

whether you're feeling it or not.

You don't play tea party, do you?

Tea party is chill.

Victoria, peep this.

Come on.

My mom's got this. It's so fire.

So fire.

Becky said she did that with the kid from DeWinters.

She's such a cap.

Ain't nobody done that.

You straight?

You girls want something to sip on?

Nah, I'm good.

We got tea.

Dinner's in like thirty minutes.

I won't bring that mag next time, Victoria.

It's all good.

Did you hear?

Sarah said she saw Mr. Drake out for a run this morning.

And when he rolled back in through the main gate,

Sarah swears he wiped out 'cause he was covered in mud.

He's so weird. Apparently...

Oh snap!

Oh.

Okay.

It's me.

Ugh, look, sorry to be that voice note girlie,

but I felt like I should explain why I ghosted.

That's not what I meant to say at all, honestly.

Er, w-what I meant was

why I, you know, why I dipped without...

Look, basically, I woke up

and realized I gotta get back to Joe.

And I was gonna hit you up.

And I had a bit of a major fail in your kitchen,

to be real, okay?

For real.

I dropped a glass,

and I, um, managed to slice my hand open.

And I left a bit of a crime scene in there.

But, um...

And then I left like a total tool.

So I probably woke you up too,

because I had to slam the door.

I had a really sweet night with you.

And, um, if it's not too extra,

I'd love to link up again sometime.

Tomorrow night?

So, I'm...

I'm... I'm sorry again. And, um...

So, thanks.

Saying "thanks" is a bit weird, right,

after, um, hooking up,

so... I'm... I'm not gonna say "Thanks."

I'm... I'm gonna say...

I'm gonna say "Catch you later."

What the hell.

Why are you on the couch?

Where were you last night?

Oh, I was stuck at work.

We were supposed to have dinner, and you never showed.

I was at work, I told you.

-Just stuff. -God, are you hurt?

Why are you covered in blood?

I... I, um...

I sliced my hand at work.

Oh my god.

It's all good, chill. Sorry, I'm fine.

Here.

Oh, cheers.

Mom. Gross.

Jesus. My bad, my bad.

Hey, Joe, don't be calling that gross.

That's not cool. Boobs aren't gross.

They're just, you know...

Ow.

Can I head over to Freddie's tonight?

-Yeah, totally. -No.

Okay, maybe not then. Um, tomorrow?

Can't. Uncle Lou's taking me to the game tomorrow.

Mm.

We'll figure it out.

I'll ask you later when you both stop acting crazy.

What's the deal, Jeanette?

Well, let's see. The...

The time is...

Is that really the time?

Is that...

Don't be extra, okay?

I just need to get my head straight.

Oh snap!

As it stands, Jeanette,

I think I'm being pretty damn reasonable!

-Ma'am. -Oh, thanks.

I'm not that late, am I?

Oh, I've been chilling here for like half an hour.

Whoa. Your hand.

-Ah, crap. -What happened?

I had a fight with a kitchen knife, that's all.

-Hey, um... -Oh.

I feel like maybe you should lay low today.

Lou's kinda popular, so...

-"Lay low"? -Mm-hmm.

When all the Burkemans are now either MIA or... or dead,

and you want me to lay low?

Yeah, I don't think so.

Fine. Whatever, the team will still be down

at the Burkemans' place, if you want.

But I'm gonna keep grinding on these leads.

I'm gonna see if I can track

any of the boys' last known moves.

Well, there's evidence of Victoria Burkeman

on that property somewhere. They haven't missed a thing.

They've what?

They've...

They've got some stuff, Mike. It's just a double negative. It's...

Oh, God. Don't worry about it. Keep at it.

Ow!

All good? Thanks.

Hello?

Mr. Dwyer?

Hello?

Okay. Okay.

Hello?

-Jeanette? -Yeah, yeah. Give me a sec.

Give me a sec.

Jeanette? Jeanette, you still there?

They're here, Mike.

There's more of them.

The boys.

Fuck. What a mess.

How are you holding up?

How the hell did we miss this?

We did a sweep, Jeanette.

Martin Ryan just over there,

Victoria Burkeman's house over there,

and a freezer full of dead boys.

How the hell did we miss this?

We did everything we could.

Wasn't enough.

We weren't good enough, Mike.

How many is that?

Four that we can see.

They're just piled on top of each other,

but the team's still getting photos of the scene,

so it's definitely more than four.

Fuck.

You think you've seen some crazy shit in this job, but... yeah.

First impressions?

What, besides "yikes"?

"Yikes" is putting it lightly, mate.

True. Well, at first glance,

these bodies match up with our other victims.

We're already backed up at the morgue,

so we gotta set up an emergency spot here.

I need another couple of coroners

just to get through them as fast as we can.

Yeah, I'll get Verity to sign off on it.

Yeah, well, all of that is just...