The Butchering Page #5

And just how do you

plan on doing that?

Ringing up his

agent and setting up

while you sit there

and interview?

Make fun all you

want, we'll be the ones

to crack this case

before anyone else.

Uh-huh.

So which one of you is

Frank and which one is Joe?

(scoffs)

So you know Woodward

and Bernstein,

but you don't know

the Hardy brothers.

(scoffs)

Okay, the point is

real journalism guys,

maybe you should

have a go at it.

And I suppose you know

all about real journalism.

Sorry, how many university

offers have you gotten again?

Dig.

See you can act as cool

as you want, Kaitlin.

We know you're

shakin' in your boots.

You're scared somebody else

is gonna get the

scoop before you.

Ooh, care to make

a wager on that?

No, we don't like

to wager Kaitlin.

Sounds like you're scared.

Ron, I've got you've

been short and curly

and I'm not lettin' go.

Good luck boys.

May the best man win.

Did you just call

yourself a man?

Owned.

(chuckles)

(padlock clicks)

(sighs deeply)

She's right here.

Just like you and me.

It shouldn't have been Alicia.

It shouldn't have

been anyone, Julie.

Do you really think he's back?

I don't know.

I don't know about you but

I'm scared Danny.

You don't need to be scared.

Hey, you know I'm here

for you no matter what.

(sighs)

You sure about that?

Can we please just have

one civilized conversation?

I mean, for f***'s sake, Julie.

You know me better than anyone.

Look, me and you were

friends before you even knew

who Sarah was.

Me, you and Michael.

You really care about me?

Of course I do.

Do you wanna be with me?

Yeah.

(metallic thud)

(keys tapping)

(thud)

(ominous music)

Watching?

Yeah.

You mean like a creepy

pervert next door?

What's his name?

Mr. Brine.

He tried to get into a

taxi with me one night

when I was leaving yours.

No thanks.

That's weird.

You're just so hyper alert

after your friend's

untimely death.

It's happening to all of us.

I nearly took my makeup

table late last night

thinking it was

Tommy f***in' Miller.

It turns out my mum

had just moved it.

I guess you're right.

So let's have a nice, quiet day.

Get ready for the party.

(groans)

Julie, come on.

There's one thing you need

right now is to release.

Just release, breathe.

Feel all the positive energy

coming into your system.

It will be fun.

Remember, fun?

Before all the murder,

when there was fun?

Who are you gonna trust?

Come on.

You.

That was straight.

Do you really think Alicia

wants you sitting around here

moping about her?

Well, actually

she probably would

but you know what I mean.

It's the town hall party.

It's like our Oscars but with

less plastic surgery

and deodorant.

What do you say?

(Julie sighs)

And so in closing, in

spite of recent events,

I would just like to

say, the Butcher is dead.

I know, he's not

gonna come back.

What's that?

He's behind me?

Oh no, he isn't.

No, he isn't.

(screams)

Wait, wait, wait.

Cut, stop.

What the hell was that?

What?

I thought that the best one yet.

There was no

build-up, no excitement.

It was too Scream 3.

It needs a more Scream 2.

A less intelligent person

would say you're

getting obsessive.

Well, that's why

they're less intelligent.

Back to one!

Look.

We shouldn't do this anymore.

You're cuttin' me off?

Sarah loves me.

And I'm pretty sure

I love her too.

That's sweet.

I mean, we're both in unhappy

relationships, Oliver.

You know that as well as I do.

No, I don't.

I think I'm in love.

I think I love Sarah.

You're a sportsman.

You have no idea what love is.

You kick around a ball to catch

people love your for it.

But come on, let's be real.

You deserve to be with someone

a bit more, high

brow than Sarah.

So that's all

you see me as, huh?

A f***in' sportsman?

Don't get all

mature on me, Oliver.

How do you not feel bad?

I mean, you're the one who's

going behind Danny's back.

Do you feel guilty at all?

Well, I'm not gonna slit

my wrists over it, no.

You see, that's where me and

you are different, Claudia.

I'm human.

But you...

Are the f***in' anti-Christ.

For the record, I dumped you.

We're over, Claudia.

Get over it.

What?

What do you want?

(gasps)

Jesus Christ, Kaitlin.

Hi, Claudia.

You can be an assassin

in your charity shop shoes.

Was that Oliver I see

you talkin' to today?

What?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we just met

up for a chit-chat,

you know, nothing major.

Talkin' about the party tonight.

Yes, see you there then?

You're invited?

I mean...

You're going.

I couldn't miss the social

event of the season, could I?

(chuckles)

Hey, could you do me a favor?

If you see me there

tonight, don't come near me.

Gotcha.

(chuckles)

Well?

What?

I think I'd buy my Aunt

Gwenna something similar

to what you're wearing.

You don't like it?

It's f*** ugly.

Right come on, let's go.

(somber music)

That's the report

from the night in 2004.

Sorry I took so long, but

Walton, he signed it off.

Thanks Deputy.

How are you gettin' on with

the school kids in there?

They're not too bad.

They're freaked

out, as you'd expect

but we'll get there.

There's a party in

the town hall tonight.

Do you know anything about it?

Yeah, we've takin'

fliers down all day.

Do you want us to swing by

and cordon it off or anything?

No.

Just stake it out.

We'll have units patrolling

the area all night

so if he shows up,

we'll find him.

Just make sure everybody

stays safe, yeah.

Yeah, I can do that.

Good man.

Cheers.

(ominous music)

Hello Mary.

It's Ryan Fenton here.

I need you to hunt

down a number for me.

How's the past

been treating ya?

As expected.

The name Tommy Miller reads

like currency to them.

I can't imagine you

envy my position.

Mmm, no.

I missed a boat now and I guess.

So how's the retired

life been treating ya?

Spend your mornings

learning woodwork,

your afternoons polishing

your golf shoes.

What's eatin' you, Ryan?

Am I missin' somethin', Fred?

What do you mean?

I mean, I've been to the house

and I've read your reports.

I feel like there's an

answer right in front of me

and I can't see it, you know.

These killings,

they're methodical.

He's taking his time.

He's making people suffer.

Why?

Like you were at the hall.

It was a spree, he snapped.

Why all of a sudden has he

decided to hone his craft?

It's just these killings, they

don't seem like Tommy Miller.

Why Cora?

Why Cora and not me?

It doesn't make any sense?

Am I missing something, Fred?

What happened after

the hall that night?

If I break an oath I

took a long time ago,

I need you to promise me,

you'll never repeat a

word of this to anyone.

Ryan, every town's got secrets,

Braxton's no exception.

Tommy Miller didn't

escape that night.

What are you talking about?

10 years ago,

he didn't escape.

He didn't disappear.

Me and a squad of guys, we

chased him in the woods.

We caught up with him, he fell.

When we saw his face, it

wasn't a face of a murderer.

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