Resurrection - Episode 1

[HEARTBEAT] >> INSTITUTE AI: Welcome to the Geri institute for regeneration and restoration. The current date is June 5, 2048. Your mind has been restored from a backup stored on May 3, 2048. Your new cloned body has been developed to approximately 28 years of age. If you experience any symptoms of body dysmorphic disorder, due to the decreased age of your body relative to your mind, please return to your nearest Geri medical support facility. Have a pleasant day. [MECHANICAL HISSING, SERVO NOISES] [FOOTSTEPS] >> DOCTOR: Welcome back to the land of the living, Detective. >> OCTAVIAN: My name is Octavian Lawrence, Detective with the RNAMP homicides division. Yesterday, I died during an investigation; Today, I try to pick up the pieces. >> OCTAVIAN (Voiceover): The first thing they tell you to do when you get out of regeneration is to go to your employer and receive sick leave no waiting, no fuss. Your family already knows you're not staying dead, so they can wait a bit. I know my wife, though, and Leslie will need me more than the captain needs my request for leave. To be honest, I'm a bit surprised she wasn't at the institute to pick me up - but if they hadn't aged me all the way back up to 34 years old, that meant I was a rush job. She might not expect me until tomorrow. And if I was a rush job, something is very wrong. [CAR STOPS] [BUTTONS BEEPING] [DOORBELL] >> OCTAVIAN: Leslie! I'm- >> LESLIE: Really? You really think you can come back here, after what you've put me through this month? When I told you to LEAVE, Octavian, I didn't ask you to come BACK! Get out of my house! Get out of my life! >> OCTAVIAN (Voiceover): Something is definitely very wrong. [CAR SCREECHES TO A HALT] [CAR HONKS] >> AMANDA: Hey partner! Need a lift? >> OCTAVIAN: Amanda! Good to see you. I'd love a ride, I just really don't know where to. >> AMANDA: My place. You've been crashing in my basement apartment for two weeks, now. Just like you, Oc, always surprising the force. Nobody ever expects your next little trick, but even I wouldn't have called you getting yourself killed. >> OCTAVIAN: I always try to surprise. And don't call me Oc. >> AMANDA: (laughs) Sorry I didn't pick you up at the institute - they told me it was a rush job, just not how rush. When I got there you'd just left, and knowing you I thought I'd check here first. >> OCTAVIAN: Well, good thing you know me so well. Do you know why I was a rush job? >> AMANDA: Yeah, to throw your killer off. >> OCTAVIAN: By getting me out of there early? You think they'd have been waiting for me? >> AMANDA: Better safe than sorry. The Captain put the rush through as quiet as he could, so hopefully this guy doesn't know yet. >> OCTAVIAN: Do we know who it is? >> AMANDA: No, but we know that they know too much. That they're tracking you, that they know where you live and work and how to get in. We've known it since those damn chains started showing up. >> OCTAVIAN: Chains? What chains, where? >> AMANDA: Little souvenirs your killer's been leaving for you. They were showing up everywhere your desk, your mailbox, in your house... >> OCTAVIAN: At my house? That must have scared the hell out of Leslie. >> AMANDA: And you not telling her anything certainly didn't help. That's probably why I found you standing outside your door looking shell-shocked... I guess you don't really know about the divorce and all. >> OCTAVIAN: ...divorce? What do you mean, divorce? >> AMANDA: As in... as in you're not married any more. I'll explain more once we're at my place. >> AMANDA: You OK? >> OCTAVIAN: Yeah, I just... No, I'm... How the hell did I get divorced!? Leslie and I had patched things up! We were making it through the rough patch! She admitted leaking that evidence on the Svengard case to her stupid editor friend was a mistake, I apologized for what I said to her when it happened... We were going to make it, Amanda. >> AMANDA: That was what we thought too, Oc. From what you told me, as soon as this case got spooky, you clammed right up - and she couldn't take the distrust. >> OCTAVIAN: But I do trust her! >> AMANDA: Sure, you did a month ago. But two weeks ago? You didn't trust your own damn shadow. You knew your killer was on to you in a big way, and you also knew the last time someone was getting details from your investigations - >> OCTAVIAN: It was because Leslie was telling someone. But I know she wouldn't do that again! >> AMANDA: You didn't then. If coming back from the dead didn't win her back, I think you may be done. >> OCTAVIAN: (sigh) Alright. I can't do anything about this right now, so let's move on. What's going on in this case? What've we found out so far? >> AMANDA: Well, first it's not a case of "we" - someone high up decided to do a friend a "favour" and reassigned me. You're solving this little puppy all on your own, while I get to babysit some rich shipping magnate with an ego so big he's gonna pull the moon into the planet. >> OCTAVIAN: So you don't know anything? >> AMANDA: You know me better than that. String of murders, same MO each time - stun gun to paralyze the victim, throat slit. Started out with a few murders around a homeless shelter, and then the chains started showing up. >> OCTAVIAN: You mentioned those before. What exactly are they? >> AMANDA: OK. So every time you found another victim, these fine little chains started showing up places. They're made of gold, 20 links each, and he paints one link red for each victim you've found - or more if you've "skipped" one; it's like they're in a series - you mentioned to me he was numbering them. You stopped telling anyone when you found another victim, and you stopped logging them in the system - that threw him off for a little while, and left no records for the rest of us to see what was going on. One of the rookies screwed up and tagged a stiff he found to your case - next day, gold chain on your kitchen table with 8 links. A little after that, you got yourself kicked out of house and home, started moping your way around here. Then, yesterday, you said you had a good lead, went out, and never came back. We didn't even get a body - just a phone call from some creep smacking his lips and your remote life signal dropping dead. >> OCTAVIAN: So you're saying I have a month of investigation to redo, and nothing to go on for notes. >> AMANDA: Seems that way. >> OCTAVIAN: Well, that's tomorrow's problem. I'm heading to bed, maybe I'll wake up and this'll all have been some stupid dream. >> AMANDA: Right. Your room's down the stairs, on the left. >> OCTAVIAN: What the...