The Crow Girl

We now have three bodies in three days,

all in bags, at various locations across the city.

What do you want?

Make a note of Dr Sophia Craven.

I think there's something awful underneath all this

that I'm just not privy to.

I had a... a client, a young woman,

Victoria Burkeman.

Victoria is a victim of abuse.

- No. - I'm calling to let you know

about another body.

I just own the farm.

Original owners kept the house.

And their names?

Burkeman.

Our other daughter, she's dead.

Did you abuse your daughter, Mr. Burkeman?

No.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Victoria isn't just your sister.

She's your mother, too.

You murdered all those boys with that game you play.

You and all your friends.

Ben's dead. Carl's dead.

She'll be coming for us next.

- Where is she? - I've no idea.

He said there's a police officer involved.

I think it's Lou.

One, two, three, four.

Detective Inspector Louis Stanley,

I'm arresting you on the offence

of misconduct in public office.

I am dying to hear what it is that you found out

about me, you miserable bitch!

How am I gonna tell Joe?

About Lou, or us?

Can I come over?

Sure.

This is what happens when you love someone, Victoria.

And I will love you...

whether you like it or not.

You don't play tea parties, do you?

It's safe to play tea parties.

Victoria, look at this.

Come on.

My mum has this. It's so nice.

It's so nice.

Becky said she did that with the boy from DeWinters.

She's such a liar.

No one's done that.

You okay?

You girls like anything to drink?

No, thank you.

We have tea.

Dinner's in half an hour.

I won't bring the magazine next time, Victoria.

It's okay.

Did you hear?

Sarah said she saw Mr. Drake jogging this morning.

And when he came back in through the main gate,

Sarah reckons that he fell over cos he was covered in mud.

He's so weird. Apparently...

Jesus!

Okay.

It's me.

Look, sorry to be a... a voice note girlie,

but I thought I should explain why I dined and dashed.

That is not what I meant to say at all, actually.

Er, w-what I meant to say was

why I, you know, why I left without...

Look, basically, I woke up

and I thought I should get back to Joe.

And I was gonna call you.

And I've had a bit of a boo-boo in your kitchen,

to be honest, all right?

For God's sake.

I've dropped a glass,

and I've, er, managed to cut my hand.

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

But, er...

And then I left like a twat.

So I've probably woken you up as well,

because I had to slam the door.

I had a really lovely evening with you.

And, er, if it's not too forward,

I'd like to do it again sometime.

Tomorrow night?

So, I'm...

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

So, thank you.

Saying "thank you" is a bit weird, isn't it,

after, er, sex,

so... I'm... I'm not gonna say "Thank you."

I'm... I'm going to say...

I'm gonna say "Speak soon."

Fuckin' hell.

Why are you on the sofa?

Where were you last night?

I worked late.

We were gonna have our dinner, and you didn't come home.

I worked late, I said.

- It was stuff. - God, are you hurt?

Why are you covered in blood?

I... I, er...

I cut my hand at work.

My God.

It's all right, it's all right. Sorry, I'm fine.

Here.

Cheers.

Mum. Gross.

Jesus. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Hey, Joe, don't say "gross" like that.

That's not nice. Breasts aren't gross.

They're just, you know...

Can I go round Freddie's tonight?

- Yeah, sure. - No.

Okay, then maybe not. Er, tomorrow?

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

We'll figure something out.

I'll ask you later when you both stop being insane.

What's going on, Jeanette?

Well, let's see. The...

The time's...

Is that really the time?

Is that...

Don't be unreasonable, okay?

I just need to figure stuff out.

Jesus!

As things stand, Jeanette,

I think I'm being pretty bloody reasonable!

- Ma'am. - Thank you.

I'm not that late, am I?

I've been here half an hour already.

Whoa. Your hand.

- Fuck. - What happened?

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

Hey...

I feel like maybe you should lay low today.

Lou's pretty popular, so...

"Lay low"?

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

and you want me to lay low?

I don't think so.

Fine. Well, the team will still be down

at the Burkemans' house, if you like.

But I'm gonna keep going with the fights.

I'm gonna see if I can trace

any of the boys' last known movements.

Well, there's evidence of Victoria Burkeman

on that property somewhere. They've not kept nothing.

They've what?

They've...

They've got something, Mike. It's a double negative. It's...

God. Don't worry about it. Crack on.

All right? Thank you.

Hello?

Mr. Dwyer?

Hello?

Okay. Okay.

Hello?

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

Give me a second.

Jeanette? Jeanette, are you still there?

They're here, Mike.

There's more of them.

The boys.

Fuck me. What a mess.

How are you holding up?

How the fuck 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 fuck did we miss this?

We did everything we could.

Wasn't good enough.

We weren't good enough, Mike.

How many's that?

Four that we can see.

They're heaped on top of one another,

but the team's still photographing the scene,

so it's a bit more than four.

Fuck.

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

First impressions?

What, other than "yikes"?

"Yikes" is an understatement, mate.

Quite. Well, at first glance,

these bodies are consistent with our other victims.

We're already full at the mortuary,

so we need to set up an emergency mortuary here.

I need another couple of pathologists

just to get through them as quickly as possible.

Yeah, I'll get Verity's sign-off.

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

It's just for who we've got in here.

Over there...

Dwyer's not frozen, so I'll do his PM first.

Let's treat him as a separate crime scene.

I will go as fast as I can,