Welcome to Curiosity Page #2

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24 hours.

Okay, that's enough, people.

Mouths shut and ears open.

We are 18 hours in.

And so far, we have no sightings,

no leads,

and the time is rapidly approaching

before something f***ing big happens.

Let me remind you that Lee Hunting

is a cold, callous, pathological killer.

Forget what the white-coat do-gooders say.

We're dealing with a homicidal psychopath

who kills without remorse or reason.

Any form of sexual contact has

historically triggered a violent response.

After what some thought had become

a deep and friendly relationship,

one inmate got a little fresh with Lee

and got their throat cut.

We have a long list of assaulted

prison guards, police officers,

and it's only a matter of time

before Hunting kills.

I know you're tired, people,

but caffeine up.

Nobody is going home till we find

the trail of breadcrumbs.

- What a b*tch!

- Telling me!

I can't believe it.

I saw Mrs Jenner in here only yesterday.

Her cleaning lady found her.

She's very upset.

I'm not surprised.

I know it's worrying, but what can we do?

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.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Still, it must be great,

all that free booze, eh?

No, I don't drink, so...

You're f***ing joking me.

Why?

What's the point havin' a job

selling booze, right,

if you can't take advantage

of the perks, hm?

Yeah, I suppose.

- You hungry?

- Um, but I don't know anywhere

around here that we could, er...

Sure ya do, Timmy.

Hello.

Hi.

Oh no, please don't hurt me!

I've got a wife and kids.

Yeah, of course you do.

Give me your wallet.

PIN number.

And your f***ing car keys.

Here, here, here.

Now then, Mr Michael Simpson...

if you breathe a word of this

to the police,

I'm gonna tell your wife and kids

your dirty little secret.

All right, Mickey?

So, let me get this straight.

This Derrick here, this bloodsucking

wanker of a boss, right,

who doesn't give a sh*t about his staff,

undermines you, right,

makes your work like a twat

night and day, yeah,

and then, right, threatens you with

the sack because he's f***ed up?

That's about it.

Pathetic, isn't it?

That's one word for it.

You need to stand up

for yourself, mate, yeah?

This is how you deal with pricks, Tim.

We going in then or what?

Come on, Timmy.

Nice f***in' work, Dex.

You're not outta the woods yet.

AI's right, let's not get

ahead of ourselves, yeah?

Duffy!

What?

What the f*** was that all about earlier?

No witnesses. One person knows

and everyone knows.

Who the f*** was she

gonna tell, her priest?

No loose ends, Dexter.

Al...

No!

What the f*** is goin' on, Fordy?

Don't be so naive.

I just want the money.

Afraid I can't do that for you, mate.

Do you want a drink?

My name's Sharice.

- Oh.

- What's yours?

Are you on your own?

Sorry?

Are you on your own?

No, no, sorry, um... I'm, I'm just er...

My, my, my, my friend...

Er... I came with Lewis.

He's my friend, he's coming back.

Oh God! My name's Julie.

Don't mind if sit down, do you?

I've been standing all night.

- You want a drink, Judy?

- It's Julie.

Oh, yours, all right.

So what do you do, Julie?

I'm a dancer.

Julie...

Julie, do you fancy a f***?

Mm. Ah, ah, ooh.

Sure!

I'll just pop to the ladies'.

What do you reckon then, eh, Timmy?

Really?

Oh yes, Timmy.

Well, yeah but... It's just, um...

There's just one problem, isn't there?

That there's, um...

There's only one of her

and there's two of us.

You f***ing plum!

We're both gonna f*** her.

- You serious?

- F***ing deadly serious, matey.

Come on, it'll be fun.

What's wrong with you?

- Okay.

- Good lad.

Can I go second?

Al, talk to me fella, come on.

Just leave me here.

You get out.

Shut up you, you fool, ain't leavin' ya.

- We've been driving for hours.

- Minutes, mate.

I just need to find somewhere

to get you patched up.

What, what are you gonna do

with your, your money, Al?

Al, Al.

F***!

F***.

Yes, oh f***in' yes, come on now.

Who's the best, eh?

- Who's the f***ing daddy?

- Keep the noise down!

- Come on! Oh yeah, that's right!

- Lewis...

- F***in' come on!

- Lewis.

- Oh yes!

- Lewis.

- That's right!

- Lewis!

What is it, mate?

Sorry, it's just that

the neighbours next door,

they're complainin' about the noise.

The f***in' neighbours?

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