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Greg Davies is back in your lounge room—and once again, he's elbow-deep in blood and banter. The Cleaner’s third season has dropped, and Britain’s grumpiest crime scene mop-jockey is still scrubbing brains off walls while insulting your taste in wallpaper. It’s the feel-good murder clean-up comedy we never knew we needed—again.

For the uninitiated, Davies plays Paul “Wicky” Wickstead, a state-sanctioned sanitation technician with the social grace of a traffic warden on payday. Each episode features a fresh corpse, a new unhinged guest star, and dialogue so dry you’ll need a humidifier. It’s like Dexter got lost on the way to a pub quiz.

What makes The Cleaner such a cult hit is its willingness to be deeply weird. One moment Wicky’s philosophising about fish fingers, the next he’s being chased by a conspiracy nut with a crossbow. It’s death, but make it whimsical. In today’s sanitized telly landscape, a sweary bloke scrubbing up murder scenes while debating morality with a corpse’s cousin is almost… refreshing?

Why it matters: In an era of true crime overkill and drama that takes itself very seriously, Davies’ gallows humour is the palate cleanser we all need. He’s equal parts lovable oaf and unfiltered pub philosopher, and the show lets us laugh at the darkest bits of life—without making us feel like psychos.

Season 3 kicks off with a royal-themed episode, a suspicious widow, and a toilet brush used in a context that should be illegal. Stream it now before someone starts a Change.org petition calling it “problematic.” Sources: ABC iView – “The Cleaner Season 3 premieres in Australia” SBS – “Greg Davies brings murder and mirth in new Cleaner episodes” The Guardian – “TV review: The Cleaner’s return is bloody good fun”