Dark City: The Cleaner

The truth is I love my boys, maybe even more than my mum.

I hate seeing animals suffer, so I decided to rescue Fluffy from death row.

>> You're gonna have to pick her up tonight.

>> I'm still on the hunt for the copycat, so I stole the log to narrow it down to Travers and Calhoun.

Melissa the stalker is all up in my business and wants to know too.

When I asked why, she said...

>> You've got 24 hours.

>> With the clock ticking, my plan was to send a message to see which cot would crack, so I took out Candy.

>> Hey, cop.

>> Her colleagues showed up, who Schroeder was a little too familiar with,

so paid for some intel, which cost me more than I bargained for.

Becky was a great help, but ultimately she had to go.

There is something else.

Turns out the boot was already full with a dead Officer Sam.

Thanks, Melissa, arsehole.

Fuck!

Fuck!

>> Melissa has been following me all night.

Is she still following me now?

>> Hey.

>> What the hell, Melissa?

You trying to get me caught?

>> Why do you sound so mad?

>> You killed a cop.

>> No, I saved your ass for the second time now.

>> What are you talking about?

>> He was taking photos of you when you were victim browsing.

>> Shit.

>> Look, Joe, I don't want to be that guy,

but it really seems like something you should have anticipated.

>> Why put him in my trunk?

>> Getting rid of him really seems more like a Joe thing than a Melissa thing, don't you think?

>> I honestly don't know what to think.

>> Where are you going to take them?

Whizzers always a classic.

Oh, dumping in the ocean, that's an oldie but a goodie.

Or some killers drop bodies into freshly dug graves at cemeteries.

You know, Joe, I think you wouldn't go astray.

>> What?

>> You're not sounding very grateful, Joe.

I was starting to think we were a team.

>> We're not a team, we're...

>> We were.

Joe, a serial killer and a woman who turns him into the cops because he annoyed her?

>> You're not going to turn me in, not after what you just did.

>> Oh, I didn't do anything.

He's in your boots and he was killed with your knife that still has your fingerprints on it.

They print all the people that work at the police station, don't they?

>> They do, and the day they test all our DNA is the day I disappear.

>> Well, your prints are on that knife, not mine.

>> Actually, they're yours.

I made sure of it the night you passed out on me.

>> Of course she fucking did.

Did you do this?

>> Do what?

>> Nothing.

Look, I have to go.

>> But we're not done talking.

>> Yes, we are.

>> Come on.

Thankfully, in a city like Christchurch,

I didn't have to worry about somebody pulling over and offering to help.

>> Fucking Melissa.

Bodies in the fucking truck.

>> Fifty on three.

Joe, is that you?

>> Joe?

Joe?

I knew it was you.

I never forget a face.

>> Sorry, I think you're confusing me with someone else.

>> Joe Middleton, right?

Walt.

Walt Chadwick.

>> Oh, Mr Chadwick, of course.

>> No, Walt.

>> So, Walt, what brings you out this late at night?

>> Oh, walking the dog.

>> Looks like you lost him.

>> Who?

>> Your dog.

>> Oh, Sparky.

I lost him two years ago.

It was the saddest day of my life.

Best dog a man could own.

>> Oh, fuck.

Has the car been reported stolen already?

>> Boy, I haven't seen you since your dad's funeral.

>> Oh, it was a terrible day.

But I recall you seemed to handle it all right.

And the sausage rolls at the wake after.

Oh, they were the die for.

>> So how's your mum these days?

She still doing her puzzles?

Well, she sure had a talent for them.

And you, Joe, are you still following in your dad's footsteps?

>> What's that supposed to mean?

>> Well, he sold cars, didn't he?

This one of yours?

It's a little rough.

And she could do with a lick of paint.

Oh, hello, what's this?

Is that rust?

That's not rust, Walt.

Anyway, it's been nice catching up, Walt.

And I must catch up with your mother.

She is some woman.

They don't make them like that anymore.

Insane?

Yeah, they do, Walt.

You have no idea.

Bye, Joe.

Here she is.

Do you have any food?

Yeah, I got some apples.

I went for the cat.

Oh, yeah, I bought some already.

What the?

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry, too, but what you're doing is a really sweet thing.

And it includes a cat cage.

Much nicer than a plastic bag.

Hey, I'm off in 10 minutes.

I could give you a lift if you wanted, save on a taxi.

Oh, actually, I'm in my car this time.

>> And the loop is already full.

Oh, well, if you need any help with the cats or any advice,

just feel free to give me a call, OK?

I'm fine.

What are you going to call it?

Come.

It actually wouldn't surprise me if Melissa was the one who ran over this cat.

How you getting on, Gil?

God damn this, Sally.

Where did you put the cat food?

You didn't eat it, did you?

Sorry, Karma.

I've got to get back out there.

I promise I'll bring you back something soon, OK?

You're a handsome little fella, aren't you?

Oh, jeez.

You know what? You're not that friendly, are you?

I'm going to see why somebody tried to run you over.

I still need to get these stitches taken care of.

I wonder if Jennifer would help me out if I asked.

Guys.

Remember Melissa?

Because of her, I have to dig a hole twice as deep.

I know.

Or twice as wide, I guess.

Don't wait out.

You know what to do after the beep.

Unless you're Joe, in which case you can fuck off.

Fuck.

Is she pissed enough to send the police?

I don't know.

Is she crazy enough? That I can't answer.

I've got to get the boys.

I can't stay here anymore.