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Well, what are the police gonna do

about it?

I'm sure the police are doing

all they can.

But this is the third one in a month.

It's all right for you,

but I live on my own.

We have our very own serial killer.

Now, we don't know that.

They found the woman

tied up and mutilated.

Doesn't sound like the Kama Sutra

goin' wrong to me.

Nor me.

Who said she was mutilated?

Her cleaner did.

She said there was blood everywhere.

It must be an outsider.

What must?

The killer must be.

Why?

Because we all know each other

around here.

It has to be someone new.

Elliott, I've told you before

not to throw the papers onto

the driveway or gardens.

This isn't some American suburb.

Take them up to the front door and

post them through the letterbox

or find another job.

- Nigel.

- Yes.

Wonder if you can help me.

Yeah, yes, I'm on my way there now.

Yeah.

But, Derrick, sorry, um,

what's the guy's name again?

Don't f*** this up, Tim, all right?

We need this contract.

No contract, you don't get paid, ever,

comprende?

Comprende, comprende,

I will not f*** up.

I promise, Derrick, I swear for...

Derrick?

Derrick?

Oh, Suse, how about a nosh-off

before lunch, hm?

F*** off, Derrick.

Each time, the killer forces entry

via the back door

before making his way through the kitchen

into the rest of the house.

He enters the victim's bedroom

while they sleep,

injects them with a sedative

before butchering them methodically

with some sort of large knife.

Victims are always alone,

implying highly selective identification

of the victims and surveillance.

Oh sh*t!

Listen, do you think we should

get the press involved now?

Like I don't have enough f***ing problems.

DS Binon, a word?

Yeah, you can have two - f*** off!

I just need to talk

to Officer Jackson.

Elliott?

It's all right, this is my nephew.

You okay?

Yeah, there's a man in our village.

I think he's the serial killer.

Right.

He's the local gardener.

I think he killed that woman.

I don't have time for this

right now, okay?

But he's really scary.

Yeah, so's my boss,

but I can't arrest her, can I?

Now, bugger off.

F*** Derrick!

Yeah f***in' right. Yeah.

Perfect, of course.

Thanks for stoppin', man.

Been there, right, for ever.

Thought no one was gonna stop.

Right.

Sorry, where is it you're going?

Insane, mate.

- Where?

- Any place but here, yeah?

My name's Lewis, yeah.

Sorry... Tim.

Oh, er, Lewis...

It's just because it's a...

- Uh, it's a company car.

- Company car, thank you.

Sorry.

Thank you.

F*** it.

So Tim, what do you do,

for a livin', I mean?

I'm a rep for a beer company.

Really?

Yeah, why?

Don't look like the salesman type to me.

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