What do you think happened to Belinda?
Did she decide that she couldn't go on?
Did she jump?
She was depressed. The therapist confirmed that.
Did someone else come up the stairwell and push her?
What about the husband? You always said he did it.
Did she fall?
She did this.
- She had no motive. - Her boss was firing her.
So, she murdered her?
We find the accused...
..not guilty.
Belinda deserves more, like... justice.
Hi. Clara.
From the jury?
My ex, he won't sell the business...
well, secretly, I wish his whole business would burn to the ground.
Your beautiful store.
Obviously this is really good for you with the insurance.
We should catch up again, that was fun.
Oh, hey. Shh, go back to sleep.
Oh, I think we are screwed.
What?
No!
Come on!
Open up.
Why do we need to fix the smoke alarm?
Because safety's important.
Is someone gonna burn the house down?
No, of course not.
They burnt Dad's shop down.
Well, that's different. It was probably an accident.
He said it was on purpose.
Why would someone do that?
I don't know, sweetie.
Sometimes people do things we don't... understand.
Why isn't there any batteries in here?
- You took them out. - When you burnt the sausages.
You said you'd rather burn to death than listen to that bloody noise.
I didn't actually say that, did I?
- Yes. - Yes.
*CREDITS*
Hey.
What shall we do?
Classic waltz? Samba? Hip-hop?
Hip-hop, as a bridal dance?
Well, it could be fun.
I'm not sure if we're being serious.
- What's under the pillow? - What?
When I came in, you shoved something
under the pillow.
No I didn't.
Uh, it's...
it's, uh... it's a surprise.
An early wedding present.
It's a dove.
I love it!
You don't have to, I can take it back.
It's beautiful. Where's it from?
A shop.
A... a pop-up shop... popped up
and, um, I went in and saw the bird
and one thing led to another so... yep.
OK, got to head.
What? To work? Now?
Yep... early deliveries.
Hey.
Yep?
I love my dove.
Good.
So, everyone stuck to the alibi?
Yep. Told the cops we had nothing to do with it.
We were at a late-night barbecue at yours.
Lamb kebabs, bit of capsicum.
You didn't over-lie, did you?
How do you over-lie?
By discussing capsicums.
I hope Daniel stuck to the story. He's not returning my calls.
Well, if he doesn't back us, then we all go down.
We're not going down for something we didn't do.
Maybe you should go to the cops first.
Pre-emptive strike. Tell them that Heidi lit this fire.
'Cause we don't know that. Do we?
Oh, you said in front of her,
"I wish Dom's store would burn to the ground,"
and the very next day...
She's also a suspected murderer. She probably dabbles in arson.
She was found not guilty of murder, by us.
You always said it was the husband.
I don't know what I think now.
Next time an accused killer suggests dinner,
we should politely decline.
Why would she do this?
Maybe she thought she was doing you a favour.
Or maybe she's punishing you for saying she might be guilty.
Might be guilty.
I made it clear it was a fleeting thought and it fleeted!
We made friends, didn't we?
She gave Margie a dove.
I should never have taken that dove.
Try to avoid the favour banks of potentially-violent people.
I vote we go see her.
Why would we do that?
If she thinks she's doing me a favour,
I need to let her know, thanks,
but I don't need any more generous criminal gestures.
And if she's innocent?
Then I can sleep tonight.
Ah.
- Hope we're not intruding. - Oh, no, it's good to see you.
Um, you didn't see anyone hanging around when you pulled up, did you?
I don't think so.
OK, it's just some guy's been lurking about
and I don't know whether he's a photographer or a journo or what,
but he's just starting to freak me out.
- That's awful. - I've told the police
but they haven't exactly been helpful in the past.
Anyway, come in.
This is for you.
Oh! Oh, that's gorgeous.
You gave Margie a dove, so now we're even.
Not that it's about being even.
We just wanted to say, we didn't mean to bring up the trial.
I'm sure you want to leave it behind, and so do we.
So, we're moving on. 100%.
Well, me too, I hope... if anyone will give me a job.
I'm sure they will.
It's just hard starting over.
Oh, yeah, it must be.
Actually, could I get another glass of water?
- Oh, yeah, of course. - Thanks.
OK, she's offering rock melon.
- So? - So, it's not classic arsonist/murderer behaviour.
Unless it's poisoned.
What about Daniel?
- What about him? - He's avoiding us.
And he's the only other person that heard you say
you wanted your ex's shop burnt down.
So?
Well, you remember how hardcore he was with Clara in the jury room?
- You know what that means? - He finds me annoying.
Mm-mm... the opposite.
What are you talking about?
Daniel burnt down the store because he's got a crush on Clara.
- That's insane! - What's insane?
Oh!
Oh, sorry.
Thanks.
Hello?
Yes, of course.
See you soon.
We're going to have to go.
Are they arresting all of us?
They just said they needed to see all the jurors.
Just stick to the alibi.
And don't mention bloody capsicum.
They called you too?
They know who the arsonist is. The detective said to wait here.
Oh, Ollie, Margie, this is Dom, my ex.
'Sup?
You were at my store before it burnt down.
I don't think that was us.
You were on the CCTV.
We had kebabs, didn't we? Um...
Lamb. There was capsicum involved.
Detective Sarti.
We've got an ID.
Cut himself on the window when he broke in.
Now we've just got to find him.
Follow me.
The DNA matches Dean Walsh,
known to police for property damage, stalking charges and assault.
I recognise him.
He was in court.
He was, he was part of a group of fanatics called 'Free Heidis',
supporting Heidi Lang through the trial,
campaigning for her release.
This is the guy that burnt down my store?
Yes, we suspect he was targeting your ex-wife.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
We can't locate him,
but we seized some evidence at his property,
including a computer file
where he kept notes on all the jurors.
Oh, it's you!
He took these?
That's my fiancee.
What does it say underneath?
How you got to court, that you're a butcher.
How does he know that?
He's obsessed with the accused.
He made it his business to know everything
about the people who decided her fate.
Did you notice him following you before or after court,
on your way home?
Does he have stuff on me?
Wait, what does that say?
"Doesn't... concentrate on the case"?
No, that's not true. I concentrated.
That's my house.
He knows where I live?
It would seem that way, Ms Rossi.
There are our kids.
Until we find him, we'll be sending patrol cars around
to check up on you.
He has photographs of our children and he's on the loose somewhere?
What does he want?
He made a note that he thought one of the jurors
wasn't convinced of Heidi's innocence.
We think he's getting revenge.
Did you think she might be guilty? Could this weirdo have known that?
You can't blame her.
I mean, you are shocking at hiding what you think.
This maniac probably just saw your face in court!
Can I have a moment, please?
"What to do if you have a stalker"?
Yeah, you'll find some helpful advice in there.
My business has just been destroyed, my children's lives are in danger,
and your solution is a checklist of friendly tips?
It was my fault.
We talked to Heidi this morning.
She told us that there might be someone following her.
You spoke to the murder suspect?
Heidi Lang made complaints to the police
about a guy lurking around the house.
She thought he might be a journalist or photographer.
We have a record of reports made
by Ms Lang over the last few weeks.
What if it's him?
We were in her courtyard the night of the fire.
He could have heard me.
Heard you what?
I said something about wishing your store would burn down.
I am so sorry! I didn't mean it.
Dom.
Dom!
Can you please slow down? We need to talk about the kids.
Maybe this man will go away now that he's punished me.
The kids should stay with you tonight. They'll be safer there.
Don't worry, I'm not leaving them anywhere near you
while you're messed up in this crap.
Frankly, I don't know if they should be with you at all.
You don't mean that.
Mia has her flute concert tomorrow.
She's nervous.
Remind her it's OK if she makes a mistake.
And Jamie still gets scared
- if you forget to leave the hall light on. - I know.
Can you give them a kiss for me?
- You OK? - Yeah.
I should get to work.
Is that a good idea?
It's just it says that we need to be "unpredictable" in our movements.
You should stay with me and Trish.
Where's Daniel?
They must have called him in too.
Is there a problem?
Do you ever pick up your phone?
I try not to, especially when I'm teaching.
Did the police call you?
I have a missed call
and I presume that is about the fake alibi you made me give.
They've ID'd the man who burnt down Dom's store.
Dean Walsh, a Heidi Lang fanatic.
He was at the trial but he's done a runner.
Well, I hope they catch him.
Now, I've got to get back to class.
He's got a file on all of us, with our photos.
He's made notes on everyone, except you.
Well, I mustn't be as interesting as the rest of you.
He's targeting me,
like he knows I'm the one who thought Heidi might be guilty.
How would he know that?
Maybe you told him.
He was at the courthouse.
We were told to keep our discussions about the trial
in the deliberation room.
You kept banging on about it, with Margie, mostly.
In the corridor, on the way to the bathrooms,
outside at the bus stop,
the cafe across the street.
I didn't know anyone was listening.
Is there anything else?
- No. - OK.
The cops are on to you.
You think I don't know that?
Calm down.
If they find me, I'm taking you down too.
_
Clocked on late today?
Sorry, I had a personal issue.
Let's try to keep our personal issues
to the weekend, shall we?
Great idea, Geoff. I'll give that a go.
- Heidi, hi. - I'm so sorry.
Why are you sorry?
Well, he's my stalker and now he's after you.
The police filled me in, they're just leaving.
So, it IS the guy that's been hanging around your place?
I don't know. They showed me photos.
It looks like him from the back,
but I've never got a good look at his face.
I think he's taking clothes off my line.
There's just all this stuff that's gone missing.
Are you near a computer?
Check out some of the stuff he posted on the Free Heidi chat.
Just creepy things like,
"All I want is to take care of my soulmate."
He's taken photos of you too.
Yeah... outside my gym, shopping, and that was months ago.
He's been following me that whole time.
You shouldn't be alone.
I'll be OK. I'm gonna go and meet some friends.
But you know what really bugs me?
I told the police weeks ago there was a guy hanging around
and they did nothing.
Maybe if they had, none of this would have happened.
Are they doing something now?
Sending patrol cars out, apparently.
Let me know if you find out anything, and so will I.
OK. And, Clara?
Yeah?
Take care.
You too.
Hope that wasn't a personal call.
Mm! Shh! Shh! Shh!
What are you doing?
How did you get here?
- Caught the train and walked. - Past all the cameras.
- No-one saw me. - And how do you know that?
I would have looked!
You said you had a plan. What is it?
'Cause I'm not staying out there forever! Huh?
Let go of me.
You know what?
- Maybe I hang here. - No.
The cops won't think to look for me at your place.
Better still, I'll take the house, you take the shed.
You can't stay here.
Well then, you better figure out this plan of yours...
..Danny.
Hey!
What are you doing here?
Well, I've been told
to break my routine,
so... let's have dinner.
It's a matter of life and death.
OK, um...
..how can I say this?
Having sex with you was one of the stupidest things I've ever done.
One of? That's positive.
I was on a rebound from a bad day at the office.
I know, that's why I got you these.
Look, did you not hear? This isn't happening.
You're an ex-juror from my case.
You can't help who you have feelings for.
I have no feelings.
Except disdain for the complete lack of interest you took
in a case you had a moral obligation to take seriously.
And I'm making up for that.
I am literally putting my body on the line for this case.
All I'm asking for is you to be my bodyguard.
Goodbye, Oliver.
Oh, it's you.
Who else would it be?
- How was work? - Usual.
- Whisky? - Haven't we got hip-hop?
I've been thinking, you know,
maybe we don't really need to do dance class tonight.
It's our first one.
You were really looking forward to it.
We could do a Zoom class.
You hate Zoom.
It's just that, you know...
..that studio's really, really far out of the way
and gotta park at that dodgy parking station,
then walk for miles in the dark.
Margaret... what's going on?
OK.
So... we have a stalker.
A what?
You know, it's a guy from the court case.
He's obsessed with the accused.
What's that got to do with you?
Well, uh...
I might have dropped by her place briefly.
- For dinner. - Whose house?
The accused killer.
Look, it's not as bad as it sounds.
You had dinner with an accused murderer,
you didn't think to tell me about it?
Well, it was only takeaway, I mean...
Like that makes a difference!
Well, who's that?
I'll get it.
I'm just catching Trish up on a few details.
She's normally very relaxed.
Trish, this is Clara. Clara, this is... this is Trish.
- Hi. - Hi.
Thanks so much for having me.
Oh, well, it's a nice... surprise.
- We're drinking whisky. - OK.
I'm just hearing about our stalker, and your new friend, the murderer.
Actually, Trish, we found her not guilty, so...
Oh, great.
And so, I'm trying to figure out how you ended up at her house.
You both went, did you, or...?
Yeah. Uh, but it was Clara's idea.
She's... she's actually a nice person.
You'd really like her.
She gave Margie the dove.
She what?
Sorry, I thought you'd told her everything.
No, she really hasn't.
You know what? Maybe it's not a great idea for me to stay.
- It's OK, I think you should stay. - I should get home.
I'm fixing the smoke alarm.
It needs batteries.
Urgently.
Clara!
Clara, come back inside.
Somehow, I don't think I'm welcome.
Well, she's just trying to get her head around everything.
I mean, you can't exactly blame her.
We made some pretty dumb decisions.
You mean I made some dumb decisions?
You made it pretty clear in there whose fault you think this is.
Well, I didn't mean to dump you in it, but...
But what?
OK, fine... I wish you hadn't tricked us
into meeting Heidi at the restaurant that night.
I mean, I know you've got stuff going on in your life...
My stuff has nothing to do with this.
Oh, come on!
You even said it yourself that you're filling a...
Say it.
..void!
I needed to know the truth.
Well, I don't think you had the right to involve us
in your crusade.
OK, then... you aren't involved.
I'm un-involving you.
Oh, Clara, come on!
Clara! You can't go home alone.
It's your mum.
Mum, where are you?
Hey, sweetheart. Just at home.
Why can't we be there?
You promised we'd stick to the routine.
I'm sorry, I've work I need to do.
I can help you.
I can be extra quiet.
I know, possum, but I'd rather have fun with you when it's done.
Is Jamie there?
Yes he did, he's a salami monster.
Jamie, Mum's on the phone.
I'm busy.
He doesn't want to talk, he's making pizza with Mandy.
Oh, that's fun.
Will you still be coming to my concert tomorrow?
Yeah.
I'm sure by tomorrow, things will be back to normal.
- Bye, Mum. - Night, sweetheart.
It was him, I saw his foot coming out of the car towards me.
OK, you need to slow down and try and make sense.
- Where were you? - Outside my house.
He pulled up behind me and just... lurked.
Why were you sitting in your car outside your own house?
I didn't feel like getting out.
- I was scared, my kids weren't there. - OK, OK.
And it was definitely him who pulled up behind you, Dean Walsh?
Yes. I mean...
I couldn't make out who belonged to the foot,
but it was definitely a foot.
And he had a blue car with a D in the number plate.
And he got out of his car?
Coming towards me!
So, you drove around the block?
Then when I came back, he wasn't there.
And then I drove here, because...
Actually, I have no idea why.
- Margie's busy, so... - Oh, gee, thanks.
Oh.
- Beer? - Maybe it wasn't the stalker.
Maybe it was just a nice, normal person with a blue car.
Maybe I'm nuts. Do you think I'm nuts?
I've always thought you were nuts.
I wonder if...
- Who you calling? - Heidi. Shoosh.
- Clara? - Did he have a blue car, Dean Walsh?
Have you seen his car?
- I don't know, I don't think so. - Are you sure?
- Are you alright? - I'm just paranoid, probably.
Does she want a beer?
Five, six, seven, eight and step.
Two-step to the side.
Yeah! That's it.
Add the arms now.
And cross in front.
That's it, Margie. You're rocking this!
This is fun, yeah!
OK, Trish, I just need you to use the arms in front.
Just loosen up a little.
It would be easier in person.
Look, maybe if you just relax your...
I'm just not feeling very relaxed right now.
I have a headache. I'm going to bed.
OK, that's... that's alright. Just you and me, Margie?
So, you just shoot zombies? That's the whole game?
They're not just zombies, they're mutant zombies.
- No, you're going the wrong way. - Mutant zombies?
- No, turn... - Use that joist, turn around.
Can you stop checking that?
He can't get in, you're safe.
What's the point?
- Ah! - They explode.
Did I die?
- See? - I think I died.
- Here, give me that. - Oh.
Did you catch up with your friends earlier?
Oh, I...
I rang around but everyone was busy, apparently.
I grew up in a pretty conservative crowd.
When I was first charged, they all said they'd stick by me, but...
They're never openly rude, they're just unavailable.
That sucks.
When Dom and I split, I lost friends too.
Everything OK?
Oh my god.
"Now you're free, you're mine."
How does he have my number?
If he picks up, try to keep him talking.
Find out where he is, what he wants.
- Now? - Yes.
God.
You have reached the message bank of 040...
He's not gonna play.
Can't you trace where the text came from?
We can find out what mobile tower it came through.
Let's lodge a report, see what comes back.
How long will that take?
About 24 hours, give or take.
Aren't you meant to be the police?
My daughter has a concert tomorrow.
I can't go if he's going to follow me there.
No, I wouldn't recommend it.
Do you even want to help?
I could ask you the same question, Ms Rossi.
Lying about your alibi the night of the fire
didn't exactly help our investigation.
How do you know we lied?
Not that we did.
Who cares if we had a kebab or not?
He has a blue car, D in the number plate...
how about chasing that up?
Dean Walsh doesn't drive a blue car.
Well, maybe it's hired, or stolen.
If you were an arsonist,
you wouldn't drive your own car, would you?
Well, why don't you write down
the description of the car for us, then?
Have you made any headway yourselves on where he might be?
We've talked to some of the fanatics from the Free Heidi group,
but unfortunately, they don't know anything about him.
He tried to make friends with a bunch of them,
but they thought he was too unhinged.
Oh, great.
Even the other weirdos think our weirdo's too weird.
So, we sourced the name the phone was registered to...
Clara Rossi.
- You sent the creepy text? - No!
He must have registered the phone in your name.
He used your Medicare card for ID.
But... it's here in my wallet.
Maybe you've left your handbag unattended at court.
He's gained access, taken a photo.
- Could he have been in my house? - Possible.
That he's been in my house?!
Is he trying to be funny, using my name?
It's about power for people like him, Ms Rossi.
Getting control.
Look, have you guys got anywhere else to stay?
No.
Well, there's my place.
He knows where you live too.
There might be another option.
Oh, wow!
Who owns this?
- Uh, a client. - Your client?
Are you sure it's OK we're here?
Champagne?
Yes.
At least it's a nice place to hide.
Long way down.
Don't stand too close while I'm around.
Sorry.
Your faces!
So...
..what do you think happened to Belinda that day on the roof?
Look, I have...
..I've thought about it so much
and I just can't believe that Paul would ever hurt her.
He had a temper, but he was a loving husband.
Then...
..why did he make up that stuff about me?
And when Belinda lost the baby, it was...
..it was weird.
Like, Paul was so distant, like he blamed her.
So, you actually think he could have killed her?
Did you tell your lawyers about him?
Well, they said it was easier to show reasonable doubt
saying it was probably suicide.
There was no evidence it was Paul.
And you don't think she would have killed herself?
No. No, I don't.
I knew her better than anyone.
It may sound dumb but...
..I worry that somehow I deserve everything that's happening -
this creepy guy following us and everything.
Why?
Well... I got my freedom saying Belinda took her own life.
But it's a lie.
Someone pushed her off the roof that day.
I'm sure of it.
I have a plan.
You got to get off the grid.
I'll take you to the bush, alright?
I've got a tent for you, I've got food.
What's wrong with a car?
There's cameras all over the city.
So, get in.
Come on.
Oh!
Oh my god.
Turn it off!
Yeah, it's weird... this blender's different to mine.
Doesn't yours have a lid?
Eugh. Do you think you've made enough mess?
I cooked us eggs, there's pastries, coffee, protein shake.
- You went out? - Yeah.
Well, we needed pastries and protein.
We have to leave at some point, I guess.
Shit, it's late.
You can't just go.
Oh, I'll be OK, I'll call a cab.
I guess we should go too, then.
Anyone want a shake?
Uh, I've got to head.
Hey, I know the police have been hopeless,
but they will find this guy.
My shift starts in half.
I'm sorry about the dance class and...
- ..everything else. - I just...
..I don't understand how you got wrapped up in all this.
Just exciting to be part of the big picture, you know.
I wasn't just 'Margie the butcher'.
You're never just 'Margie the butcher'.
It was a murder trial. We decided something important.
Since then, it's been hard to let go.
There's time.
Yep. I know.
Alright.
You gonna be alright at work by yourself?
I have a meat cleaver.
I have a scalpel.
I have a buzz saw.
I have chloroform.
Oh, you win.
Can we go?
I'm trying to find my stalker.
Look at this.
He posted it.
We are in week three of Heidi's trial.
She is an innocent.
Why aren't the cops checking out the husband, huh?
He's the killer. It's obvious.
We are watching you, Paul. We are watching you!
Looks like I'm not the only person he doesn't like.
We need to talk to Paul.
Oh, this is where Belinda died.
Shoosh!
- Hello? - Nice place.
Oh.
Hello?
What the hell?
Oh, sorry. You buzzed us in.
I thought you were a delivery.
Not exactly. My name's...
I know who you are, both of you.
You let my wife's killer walk free.
And now you barge into my home?
We were just... we wanted to ask you about someone... Dean Walsh.
- What about him? - He's dangerous.
He's been after me and he could be after you too.
He is after me.
He's out there telling everyone that I'm a murderer.
We saw some of the posts.
We just wanted to know if you knew anything about him,
- where he might be. - I have no idea.
All I know is that he's a freak and that he's full of shit.
He says I killed my wife!
Well, is it true you blamed her for losing the baby?
Who told you that?
Ah, so it is true.
Get the fuck out of my house
before I smash you in the face!
Get out! Get out!
- Sorry. - Sorry.
Um, bye. Lovely place.
- That wasn't helpful. - What?
Pissing off the person who might have told us where Dean Walsh is.
Oh, he didn't know.
And I think we just proved he killed his wife.
You see how he pushed me?
That's exactly what he did to his wife off the roof.
I should tell Eliza.
You still trying to impress that lawyer?
I'm pursuing justice.
Well, I need to find my stalker.
It's Daniel.
- Hello? - Hi.
Um... I thought you might want a place to stay.
You know, if you're worried about this guy following you.
And I have room.
A room. For you.
I'm sorted, thanks.
Sure.
I should go.
Yep, OK.
Bye.
He wanted me to stay with him. How weird is that?
What?
"Die doubter"? I guess he means you.
I know I can't come to the concert, Dom, I accept that.
I just want to talk to Mia.
We've called the police.
We're still waiting.
You know what? Just tell her good luck.
Tell her I love her and she can do a special concert for me
when this is all over.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no, stop!
The evidence! The cops!
Where the hell are they?
It's been 20 minutes!
He was right here.
They could have caught him by now, I could be at the concert.
That looks way better.
- I could get her a flute. - What?
Mia... we hire her flute and the valves get stuck
and I told her if she practised really hard, I'd buy her her own.
Do you think that's a priority right now?
I could have it to her by the end of the concert.
Ugh!
What are you doing? Clara.
Hey, wait. Stop!
- This needs to be quick. - Everything's weird.
Daniel just asked Clara to stay at his place.
Out of the blue.
- Why? - Like I said... weird.
So, I googled him... he has zero social media presence.
No Insta, no Facebook. It's strange.
Well, that's strange for someone who's not you.
Yeah, well, I looked at the school website,
I found a newsletter.
There he is, helping out at a fundraiser
and loading bread rolls into his car, and guess what?
His car is blue, and there is a D in the number plate.
And?
What do you mean 'and'? Where have you been?
- Actually, where have you been? - Clara...
..she thinks it's better if I'm uninvolved.
What?
You can't be uninvolved, you're already involved.
And by the way, you might be right about the husband.
How is she? Clara?
She's terrible. She can't see her kids,
she has a fixation with musical instruments,
and now some lunatic's trying to kill her.
Oh, and it appears that lunatic is Daniel.
Or there are two lunatics.
Either way, it's not good.
_
Hello?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?!
Leave... me... alone!
I'm so sorry.
Definitely his car.
And you're sure this is Daniel's place?
Of course I'm sure... I dropped him home during the trial.
Maybe Dean Walsh and Daniel
both have a blue car with a D in the number plate.
I mean, that's possible, right?
Hey!
You bastard.
Don't you have an opening inspection about to start?
They're about to arrive and the place is trashed.
There's champagne bottles everywhere and...
..is this a croissant?
Almond, I think.
You need to take better care of your property keys.
You absolute pri...!
- She was gonna say "prick". - She's the prick.
I was meant to sell that place,
she stole my client while I was on jury duty.
Shh, shh!
So, now what? Do we talk to him?
If he's up to something dodgy, do you think he's gonna tell us?
So, what? We follow him?
Yep.
- Clara? - I think I'm losing my mind.
- Where are you? - I just left the hospital.
I had to take a lovely old lady there.
She's OK, she's just in shock,
but I'm breaking nice people's cars with cellos
and I'm not sure I'm OK.
Uh, alright, here's what you're gonna do.
You're gonna call into work sick for tomorrow and pack a bag.
We need to get away.
Slow down. Slow down.
- Slow down! Slow down! - Can you stop?
He'll see you!
Where's he going?
You're the one who wanted to follow him.
I didn't think he'd come all the way out here.
They're coming for him?
Oh, there's more of them.
He's stopped. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
Why is he turning around?
He must be trying to avoid whatever that is. Let's go.
- Go where? - To see whatever that is.
Oh, god.
This isn't even a path.
- Yes, it is. - No, it's not.
Aw!
This is the worst idea ever. These are brand-new shoes, Margie.
Shoosh!
- Ow! - Now what?
- A spiky plant! - Shh.
Keep looking for a weapon.
Dean Walsh.
Maybe we should go to the police.
They're gonna ask what we were doing there.
So, then we just tell them.
"Oh, we were stalking our friend
"because we think he's stalking our other friend
"and then we found a dead stalker."
- Why was Daniel there? - I dunno.
I mean, I know I said he's an oddball,
but he's not a murderer, is he?
Fuck. Is he?
No, it doesn't make sense.
I mean, if he was the murderer,
why would he go back to the scene of the crime?
I mean, he wouldn't.
- No, no, I mean, he wouldn't. - No.
Except to get rid of the body.
Clara.
Hi!
Hey!
- You got everything? - Yeah, I think so.
- Thanks so much for this. - Oh, I'm excited. Road trip!
You're gonna love my parents' place. Country air, open fire...
Jump in.
We can get straight onto the freeway from here.
Have you been to the Highlands?
No, but I've heard it's lovely.
Hi, you've called Clara.
Leave a message. Thanks, bye.
Hey, um... we don't wanna freak you out but...
- Daniel is a murderer! - No, he might be.
He... Daniel is definitely your stalker.
Just call us back, OK? Wherever you are.
Whatever you do, stay away from Daniel!
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