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with real life.

Oh, get over yourself,

Cora, I didn't...

(sighs)

F***.

(door squeaking)

(ominous music)

(door clicks)

Cora?

(menacing music)

(door slams shut)

Annabelle?

Annabelle, get down here.

I want to talk to you.

Annabelle!

Annabelle.

Let me in.

Let me in or I'm

gonna open the door.

Annabelle, I know

you're not sleeping.

Look, I'm sorry I

should invite you.

I didn't mean to, but

you were cheeky too.

I mean, you know how hard

this weekend is for me.

It's the same every year.

I know it isn't fair that you

have to put up with it too.

You just have to

be patient with me.

I'm sorry about what I said

about making you move

back in with mum.

You can stay here if you want.

Are we okay?

(sighs)

Annabelle, come on.

I mean, what more do

you want me to say?

Annabelle!

(Cora screams)

(Cora sobs)

(screams)

(menacing music)

(Cora screams)

(cries)

(menacing music)

No!

(menacing music)

(groans)

(sobs)

(screams)

(phone ringing)

Right, there's

money in the safe.

Steve and Ella from next

door have the spare key.

And you know if you need me,

to just ring the rangers.

Got it?

Now be safe.

Same goes.

I can look after

myself, I'm an old tart.

Are you sure you're

okay with me going?

Yes.

No, go.

Go enjoy yourself.

I love you.

I love you too.

I'm going hiking!

(chuckles)

The attacks happened shortly

after 11:
00 p.m. last night.

The police have yet to

release any more information

other than the victims' names.

A press conference is

scheduled in the coming hours.

The victims, both Annabelle

and Cora Burkes were siblings

with Annabelle being a student

at Braxton Community College.

(camera clicks)

(baleful music)

(sirens wailing)

What have we got, Holland?

It's not a pretty sight, Ryan.

Hope you didn't have

a strong breakfast.

It looks like most of the wounds

were inflicted post-mortem.

(camera clicking)

Okay.

Let's get them covered up.

Sheet, sheets please.

I'm sorry, Cora.

F***in' press are

driving me nuts.

They keep asking me questions.

They're curious.

They think they have

a right to know,

I can't say I blame them.

Do I know you?

The name's Gilbert,

Will Gilbert.

The affiliates up

at Glendale sent me.

I'm your new partner.

As if being a detective

wasn't tragic enough,

you had to come to Braxton.

Yeah, well I headed a

big investigation up there.

Sick bastard was kidnapping

and killing college kids,

torturing them.

Glendale Ripper?

Yeah, I read about that.

Did you catch the guy?

Not even close.

Bastard's still roaming.

I asked for a transfer.

I wanted someplace more quiet.

I don't know what

kind of travel brochures

you read, detective,

but this place is

far from quiet.

You ever heard of Tommy Miller?

The Braxton Butcher?

Who hasn't?

I started uni when

it all happened.

There was a kid from

Braxton up there,

he was telling us all about it.

How do you think

we're gonna find him?

Do you think this was Tommy?

You think it wasn't?

Don't know.

Can we get them

covered up, please!

Are you all right?

Come on.

So the killer escapes.

Somehow manages to

keep track of time,

decides he can't contain

his rage any longer

and comes back and hacks off

a few more unsuspecting

individuals.

It makes perfect sense.

I mean, you can talk about

copycats all you like,

but no self-respecting copycat

would wait exactly 10 years.

It's asking to be caught.

I knew her.

What?

The girl.

The older girl,

Cora, I knew her.

When?

Back in school.

We dated, we tried.

We had a relationship.

We left school,

it didn't work out

but we had a relationship.

She was in the hall that night.

I was in the hall that night.

Look, I arrived a week

ago and they dumped me here.

I don't wanna tell you

how to do your job but

you need to hand this

over if you're asking me.

If you're telling me you

and that girl had a thing,

then you're too close to this.

And on top of that, if

Tommy Miller's back,

then he could be targeting you.

He could be finishing

what he started.

He killed the

sister too, Will.

She was 17.

He's not finishing

what he started.

He's starting a

whole new chapter.

(ominous music)

Can you believe

this has happened?

Kaitlin, you scared me.

Oh, I'm really sorry.

I've had a crazy morning.

Really?

You're working on an

article or something?

Well, duh.

Have you been watching the news?

The school paper wants to

run a front page article

on Annabelle, so I'm just trying

to put an article together

before that slime Mazie

West beats me to it.

Oh care to make a comment?

Just offer my condolences.

(scoffs)

Well...

No, I've just been

getting that all day.

Kaitlin, the girl just died.

This was somebody's life.

I know, I know.

But is everyone afraid to admit

she was sort of

a bit of a b*tch.

Kaitlin!

What, she was!

Not withstanding, her

body isn't even cold yet.

Kaitlin, come on.

Right okay, you're

right, bad taste.

It's a no-go area, but

what do you think about

today's other hot topic?

Do you think Tommy Miller's back

to stalk the streets

of Braxton once again?

(sighs)

You know Kaitlin.

I have to be somewhere else.

Oh okay.

I'll catch you later on, then.

Unbelievable.

I'm tellin' you, he's back.

The Butcher is back.

Well, you could always

stay inside the closet

if you're so worried.

Wow, so funny.

Could you do me a favor and

pick up my sides for me?

They're just splittin'.

Well, I've got

nothin' to worry about.

Check out the guns.

Witness the fitness, people.

Pure stain.

I'm sure his balls

are the size of peas.

Oh, I'm sure you would love

to find out, wouldn't ya?

Seriously though,

do you take steroids?

No.

Do I take steroids.

I'm serious.

Well, I believe you, babe.

Oh you don't count,

you have to believe me.

Let me tell you

somethin', Ethan.

The sooner you start pumping

some iron, the better.

I pump plenty iron, thank you.

(smack)

Ow!

Not fair, I wasn't

ready for that.

Love not what they call you

in the change rooms, yeah?

What do they call me

in the change rooms?

[Oliver] Nothing.

It's nothing.

Hey b*tch, what

took you so long?

I ran into Kaitlin.

(gasps)

Girl, f***in' wrecks me.

Give her a break.

I've heard she's

having a hard time

gettin' into a university.

She thinks she is something

'cause she writes

that stupid blog.

Nobody even reads it.

I read it.

I read it, too but it's just

to make sure I'm not on it.

She's the Perez Hilton

of the Braxton youth.

She's a catty b*tch,

that's what she is.

Can we please get back

to the subject at hand?

I mean, if Miller has

come back, then why now?

It just doesn't make any sense?

More cheery topic.

A fellow student

savagely killed last night

and you wanna talk

about something else.

I mean, come on!

You can't have something's

this buzzin' ever since

they started putting

curry on the chips.

Well, if you just

want my opinion,

you'll be thrilled to know

that I actually agree.

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