Crime (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
Brit, you're gonna be late.
Britney, you need to be leaving now!
Right, you got everything?
I need lunch.
On it.
Homework?
Yeah. Can you take me, please?
I can't, darling.
I've gotta sort out work.
Please?
Your sister is puking.
OK. Fine.
Tomorrow though, yeah?
All right.
Love you.
- Love you.
- Bye.
'OK, I'm going on the record.
'Ignorance really is bliss.
'Ignorance is a state
where believing in evil
'is mocked because
it sounds religious.
'Ignorance helps people
go about their lives
'without having to face
up to the fact
'that monsters are around
every corner and under every bed.
'The blissfully ignorant
would have you believe
'that monsters
are few and far between.
'That they're mentally ill
or simply sick.
'They always see the good in people
'and believe they can be fixed
if they're not functioning properly.
'Well, I hate to burst their bubble,
but I've stared evil in the face,
'and let me tell you,
'evil people don't want to change
or be redeemed.'
Look at smelly, wee Britney.
- You mean Shitney.
- Shitney Britney Hamil.
'There's a saying that the road to
Hell is paved with good intentions.
'Not in my mind, no.
'The road to hell
is paved with ignorance.'
You see, back then,
Before the mediocrity of this
- Scotland/
- England union kicked in,
we Scots could actually
design things.
Design something to scrape
the shite off your shoe.
Worst argument for indy ever.
Shut your moaning pus!
Ooh...
Your piles giving you gyp?
Listen, this is
our last-ever stakeout together
before your Floridian babe drags
you off to the Land of the Free,
so, shoatie...
That's an escort bird
with Winterburn.
Ah, he's gonna hurt her.
That's all those New Town ponces
are good for, is hurting lassies.
Oi!
God's sake, Ginger!
Winterburn! Police!
I want a word with you.
This is private business.
Aye, get away from her.
I should warn you,
I am an Oxford Blue.
You'll be an Oxford black and blue
in a minute, pal.
Argh!
Come here, you.
I'll fucking break your arm.
Fucking stand still.
Fuck! No!
Ooh...
Thanks for making me drive
Ha-ha. You should have gone
to the A&E.
No, too embarrassing.
They ken me there.
I'll get seen to in Florida.
You're in no fit state
for your leaving do tonight.
Is the location
still a big secret?
Mind, no fucking strip clubs.
Trudi will have my guts for garters.
That would be entirely inappropriate
for female officers
in the department.
Are you seriously gonna give
all this up for Florida?
This is the golden city, mate.
Dreams come true here.
Aye. Sure.
Right.
Not everyone's dreams.
Two bodies have been found.
In a flat in the Old Town.
All right, all right,
all right, all right.
I'm warning you, do your job.
Get 'em away to fuck.
Aye, there's dead bodies
up the stair.
Want to come out and ride 'em
while they're still warm?
Top flat, sir.
Course it is.
Go on, then. Shoot your load.
French. Ages 22 and 26.
Death by asphyxiation.
Fucking French!
Text me the details
of the leaving do.
Aye, nae bother. Ooh...
Boss.
Ray. Amanda, yes.
Shut that door. Bloody builders.
Now, as you know,
Eddie Rodgers is retiring today.
Amanda's been promoted to DS.
You two are gonna be partners.
I thought that Gill Glover and I...
Well, that was the original plan,
but there's not enough
female officers in Serious Crimes
to justify a dedicated unit.
So we're gonna
have to spread our women. Oh, aye?
Dougie, the two French students
found dead this morning.
Anything new?
Aye, Fabienne Rodier
and Gaston Villiers.
Froggy goes a-courting,
gets a wee bit carried away
with the turning off the gas games,
she croaks, and then in...
..romantique regret...
..he tops himself.
Can we dispense
with this froggy stuff?
I'm with the toxicologists
and the forensics wankers on this.
Both full of GHB,
ligature marks on both necks,
her full of his spunk.
It's obvious
auto-asphyxiation shite.
Fucking French, eh?
Thanks, Dougie.
Aye. Back to the coalface.
Dougie? Dougie?
Any similarity in MO to
other sexual strangulation cases?
Oh, do you mean the serial killer
cases that obsess you?
Aye. If you discount the fact
that the boyfriend Fabienne
was shagging died an' all.
This is my case, Lenny.
I don't need some social-justice
warrior poking his neb in.
The point is...
And my point is keep it out.
Fuck off and play with the lasses.
Go on.
Ah, fuck!
Late! Sorry, sorry,
I got caught up in the...
It's fine. Never mind.
Guess who got the job?
Wow! Congratulations!
Well, let's face it,
they'd have been rags to give it
to anybody else, eh?
Well, sadly,
they gave it to Charmaine.
No! No! I'm sorry, honey.
Well, more fool them, eh?
Yeah, or more fool you.
Course they didn't give it
to fucking Charmaine.
I am finally on
Dunedin Power's management team!
Well, as you know,
alcohol and I aren't exactly
parking in the same lot these days,
but I wish we were
so we could celebrate!
Honestly, I can't believe it.
I started there as an agency clerk.
You're gonna be a director soon.
Hey, when I'm a jakeball
on the street, spare me a quid!
Bob.
Right. OK, I'll be, er...
I'll be right there.
Sorry, I've got to go.
Something important and urgent.
As a manager, I am both
important and urgent, Mr Lennox.
Yeah, it's a young girl
that's gone missing,
and I need to find her.
Oh. God, yeah. No, yeah, please...
please do that.
OK. I'm so proud of you.
'OK, everybody,
this is very important.'
We have a missing schoolgirl.
Britney Hamil, 13.
Number 36/1 Murrayburn Quadrant.
Left for school yesterday,
usual time, eight thirty.
Never arrived. Whereabouts unknown.
She walked alone
to school yesterday.
Normally she goes with her sister,
Tess, who was ill.
Vanished into thin air.
Ray.
As we know, in child abductions,
the first 24 hours are crucial.
The uniformed officers
have been out knocking on doors,
talking to neighbours,
schoolkids, teachers and so on.
Stuart, you've been consolidating
the information, eh?
She's not believed
to have a boyfriend.
There's been no activity
on her phone or social media
to suggest she's been
making or receiving calls.
She hasn't been acting
out of character recently,
nor has she done
anything like this previously.
Uniforms have done
a search of the bedroom,
but there's nothing to suggest
anything going on in her life
her mum doesn't know about.
And the dad?
He lives in Canada. He left
the mother, Angela Hamil, 35,
- when Britney was a baby.
- Surprise
Find out who hangs about with her.
Confirm the dad's still in Canada.
Gill, let's see the CCTV,
let's see what those pixels tell us
in the moments before Britney
vanished, eh?
I don't need to tell you
how much we're gonna be scrutinised
on this one.
So, er, we say nothing to the press
for now, and I mean nothing.
Aye, keep the vultures at bay.
By the way,
I'd get your wee team here
to check out
the other school absentees, like.
Billy Lumsden, the janitor, is one.
Always eliminate them first.
Good, Dougie.
See if you can find this Lumsden.
What, take one of my boys
off the frog case?
I thought that was cut and dried.
Well, as you say, Raymondo,
nothing's cut and dried.
We're gonna speak to the mother,
this, erm...
Angela Hamil.
This Angela Hamil in Hailes Dykes.
She's with a liaison officer now.
Right, you all know what to do.
'Walks onto Slateford Road,
vanishes. No sighting there.
'Nothing of her on the camera
above the school, 50 yards away.'
A white van, let's go back to it.
What's she looking at there?
She sees something when
she's halfway down Slateford Road.
That's when she goes off camera,
that wee blind spot.
Aye, she's definitely distracted
by something or somebody
on Slateford Road.
Is there any CCTV
at the bottom of Slateford
and corner of Hailes? There.
Not till further down.
There's a dead zone.
Only about ten foot
until the other camera picks it up.
So she vanished in
that ten-foot blind spot.
Let's check the vehicles'
comings and goings.
Especially that white van, eh?
Maybe some of the residents
have door-bell cameras,
they might have
picked something up.
This isn't an area where
they can afford that kind of tech.
What about traffic cams
on the roundabout?
Yeah, let's just see
what the speed cameras offer up.
We have got this
from the roundabout.
Stop it there. Rewind a bit.
Can we ID the plates?
I need to guess the rest.
Run the numbers through the database
and see what comes up.
Go back to the lassie again.
Go back.
Notepad.
Let's get down there.
See what's across the road, eh?
I'll keep working
through the pixels.
Find us the rest of that plate.
Yeah.
You OK to drive?
All right.
All OK?
Yeah.
It's just, in my experience,
male cops don't generally like
female officers driving.
Yeah. I'm not keen on driving.
I like to observe. And think.
Fucking shit's
happening again.
Do you remember Claire Gorman, 16,
found dead ten years ago?
Yeah. I was a student at the time,
but it was a huge case.
Never caught the perp.
Robert Ellis,
convicted of the murders
of Stacey Earnshaw
and Nula Andrews five years ago.
The Confectioner killings?
Of course.
Claire's murder was a similar MO
to Ellis's two.
Drugged, raped and strangled. So?
Ellis had an alibi for Claire,
but not for Nula and Stacey,
so he went down for them.
He was guilty.
He confessed after being caught
masturbating over their graves.
And those murders stopped
after he went down.
Why are you talking about this?
Just thinking aloud.
You're suggesting Britney is dead
at the hands of a serial killer
already in prison
when we haven't even found her yet.
Do you realise
how fucked up that is?
Follow the trail that's hot,
not the one that's cold.
So, she came down here...
and was taken there.
This is incongruous.
Eh? It's out of place.
It's not where it's meant to be.
I know what "incongruous" means.
The point is, if something's
where it shouldn't be,
there's a chance
it's there for a reason.
You're thinking
from Britney's backpack?
Oh... Andy?
We're in the transparency game, and
the best disinfectant is the light.
Sir.
Have you worked on
many missing-kids cases?
There's no such thing.
Kids just don't go missing. No?
No, they've either fallen
into a river, got trapped somewhere,
or they've been abducted.
Right.
But you're thinking abduction here.
Absolutely.
And in child abduction cases,
the probability points
to either the parents
or family members being involved -
let's talk to them.
Don't be scared to lean on her,
particularly about
her male associates.
Yeah. It's very distressing.
Child abductions are.
I mean, I haven't...
It's not just a kid being snatched,
it's the misery that you find when
you start turning over the stones.
More often than not,
they'll target kids
from single-parent families.
Why is that? Well, if you take
a kid from a broken home,
there's a higher probability
of chaos
impeding the investigation
right from the start. Right.
A bit of a stereotype,
but it makes sense.
We are at war, Amanda.
This isn't about solving crimes.
It's about eradicating scum
from the face of the Earth! It's...
Aye, well, that's why we...
we eliminate them as suspects
from the off.
99% probability, 1% inspiration.
But this white-van man,
it's like if this boy had
six minutes from 8:46 to 8:52
to grab her, put her in the car
and silence her,
drive as far as the roundabout...
It's like somebody
who'd know what they were doing.
I like the way you're thinking,
Amanda,
but it's still supposition,
so best keep this between us.
Don't worry on that score.
'Hi, Miss Hamil.
DI Lennox, DS Drummond.'
I know you've given us
formal details,
but... I just want you to tell me
as much as you can about Britney.
She's...
She's an angel.
When was the last time you saw her?
I put her to bed.
We were... off to the cinema
Wednesday night.
Tessa was sick after a burger.
Missed the film,
couldn't go to school,
so... Britney walked on her ain.
Just...
..walked out that door.
I know it's distressing.
We need to try and retrace
her steps
within the timeframe
of her going missing,
so I have to ask.
Definitely no boyfriends
on the scene.
No. I don't...
Not with the girls.
I meant Britney.
No!
Of course not.
Not my wean.
She's 13, it does happen.
We didnae think she'd make it.
She was starved of oxygen
when she was born.
On one of those incubators
for... weeks.
She was a miracle.
One in a million.
Miss Hamil.
Erm...
I have to ask about
your own relationships.
I told you, I don't date.
Not with the girls here.
Promise me you'll find her.
Promise me!
I...
I promise.
Everyone's doing their best.
Almost everyone.
We're gonna look upstairs,
Miss Hamil.
'Relatives or friends nearby?'
'Yeah, Ronnie Hamil.
Estranged father.'
We're doing doors on the parents
of her friends.
It's just the three of them
living here? Her, Britney and...
Tessa, Britney's big sister
usually walks to school with her.
Is this ex-husband definitely
in Canada? Yes. Vancouver.
Husband, lover, ex, I want a list
of every guy she's shagged,
worked with, got on the bus with
in the last five years.
Checked against
the beast's register.
We're on it, but I have to say...
The sister who was ill?
With a friend. She's sleeping off
a bad stomach bug.
Let's look at her room.
Then we'll walk the beat, eh?
Pished the bed.
A nervous kid.
She would probably be wary
of strangers.
Every girl's dream.
A prince coming along
and saving her.
Not some filthy nonce
in a white van.
Great. Thanks, Gill.
So, have we got anything
about her boyfriends?
Men in her life?
People who work in the offices
that she cleans?
You heard Angela - she hasn't had
any romantic interest in years.
Sister, what about the sister?
Tessa. Gill's with her now.
She's 15, might be knocking about
with an older guy.
That street camera cuts off here.
Several feet from where
the white van was parked.
Tommy Loughran.
The people's choice, for sure.
On the Offenders Register.
Guess where he lives?
That flinch of Britney's.
The possible source?
Confirm with Gill
who Tessa regularly saw on the walk.
Anybody who stood out.
Dirty old Tommy, probably too feeble
to do this alone.
So probably not our man,
but a possible witness?
Aye. Well, looks like he's out,
but...
opportunity, proximity,
Tommy's got both.
Just an old flasher now, right?
Pfft! It's all he can muster.
But when footballers
lose their legs,
they often become coaches because it
keeps them involved in the game.
'Was Britney Hamil regularly
walking to school on her own?'
No. Generally with her big sister.
"Generally"?
She sometimes came on her own, then.
No, usually with her sister.
But it wouldn't surprise you
if it happened on occasion?
Well, Angela Hamil is a single
parent under pressure, so no.
Did anybody else ever
pick Britney up from school?
Oh, no.
Did you ever have occasion to speak
to Angela about her parenting?
Well, not exactly.
Sorry to be curt here,
but time really is of the essence.
What does "not exactly"
actually mean?
At school sports last summer,
she was chain-smoking,
and I simply pointed out that
this sort of behaviour
in front of the children
on sports day
was hardly the example to set.
How did she react?
Sneeringly.
She was with a man.
And they'd both
obviously been drinking.
Did you recognise him?
No.
Could you give DS Drummond
a full description of this man,
and perhaps look at some pictures?
One second. 'Boss?'
Stuart, how's that list
coming along?
'Slow. The grandfather's
got previous convictions.'
What about that white van,
any matches?
'Er, we've matched 86 white vans
with that partial reg
'on the Swansea database.
We just need to work through them.'
Right.
Mind, we're on the clock here, eh?
And how should we get that to you?
Is email OK?
Yes, that's fine.
Well, please let me know
if I can be of any further help.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Dull but crucial.
When we get back to base,
I need you to try and trace
the source of that yellow notepad.
Retailer, manufacturer, etc.
You think this school's sports man's
the white van guy?
Angela lied about her boyfriends.
What else was she lying about?
You undermined me in front of her.
Don't give guarantees.
You're a DS, for fuck's sake!
Yes, it was an error.
But don't you pull me up
in front of a member of the public.
You wouldn't do that to
a male colleague.
Women's rights are hardly...
Britney has probably been rifled
by some psychopath,
who will then fucking choke her
to death.
THAT is women's rights being abused.
That, right there.
Quite. That's why I'm focusing
on this case instead of cold cases.
Amanda, I'm sorry, you were right.
I did undermine you.
You're apologising?
Unreservedly.
It's we men, we have this bullshit
conditioned into us
from a very early age.
Patriarchy is crumbling, Ray.
Let us contribute, for fuck's sake.
I mean, I try
and dispense with the nonsense,
but sometimes, it just...
creeps out of me
when I'm under pressure.
So, again, I'm sorry.
Accepted.
Thanks.
It's a lot of pressure,
catching paedophiles.
The word "paedophile" is wrong.
"Paedo" means child,
and "phile" means love.
These beasts don't love children.
They hate children.
It's about evil, twisted power.
These are the kind of sick bastards
that we're up against, Amanda.
Exhibit A.
Jesus!
Who's that from?
It's a minging beast that we
nicked for distributing child porn.
Could you just pull up for me
up here, please?
And let me out.
Er, yeah. Sure.
Thanks.
Are you OK?
Yep.
Yes!
No!
No!
What a point! What a point!
Well, you'll certainly add
a competitive edge
to our management team.
Oh, come on, you're the head of HR.
You're like the...
trailblazer when it comes
to all that stuff.
Oh.
Ooh.
Ooh.
I'm looking forward
to getting some sisterly support.
I haven't been getting
much of that at home lately.
I mean it, you know, I, er...
My promotion last year was
a bit emasculating for Roddy.
You know, some men, they just...
they can't handle strong, powerful
women, do you know what I mean?
Anyway, how's your new
romance going? Tell me.
Yeah.
Yeah, he's, er, really good.
He's so lovely.
He's just, er...
He's so caring, and he's attentive.
And he's reliable.
'He used to have a bit
of a problem with the drink,
'but he's so over that now.
'He's under all this stress at work,
and he copes with it so easily.'
Hi, my name is Ray,
and I'm an addict.
You know, I'm, er...
struggling to cope with my work, eh?
It's literally a matter
of life and death. Yeah.
Every day I walk into that fucking
place, it tears my soul apart.
Every day, I deal with...
human debris.
These are my colleagues,
people around me, my people,
who the state employ to pursue
the real scum of this Earth.
Clowns to the left of me,
jokers to the right.
And...
And all I want is oblivion.
All I want is oblivion.
Every cell in my body
just craves it.
I wanna... I wanna drink
this fucking city dry.
I want to snort the entire
rainforest of South fucking America,
and I just want to...
..tear this fucking place apart.
And I don't know how
to stop and I just... I just...
'Well, that sounds as if you're
onto a winner with him, doesn't it?'
Yeah. I am.
Listen!
Gill's got something for us.
Go ahead, Gill.
Britney's grandfather,
Ronnie Hamil, has vanished.
Last seen in the Royal Oak
the night before her disappearance.
This could be significant.
He's not at home,
and his phone's off.
The pub landlord last saw him
on Wednesday night,
which is unusual.
Ronnie Hamil's got previous.
Not for anything like this,
though, boss.
That arsehole Angela's shagging.
You mean the school sports
boyfriend?
Aye.
It's a guy that the, erm, headmaster
said she stepped out with.
Well, let's find him.
But Ronnie Hamil's
the main priority.
I'm just saying that
the only previous that Ronnie's got
is for shoplifting
and drunk and disorderly.
He could be involved, though, Ray.
The laws of probability
are at play here.
I think it's highly unlikely.
Well, we haven't got much in the way
of "highly likely" right now.
So, let's split the team up.
You carry on as normal, Ray.
You find Ronnie Hamil.
Dougie, what's
that yellow piece of paper?
Oh, we found it
at the froggy expiry on her desk.
It's a bit of paper
with a number on it.
3720.
Can I get a look?
Aye.
Fuck off!
Ray?
My office, please, a word.
We need a press release.
Some lassie at the school
has just tweeted
that her friend Britney's
gone missing.
Ian Hoy at the news
has got hold of it.
He's gonna tip off STV and BBC
Scotland if we don't play ball.
Well, I think it's good to get it
out to the public.
Maybe they can help us
find Ronnie Hamil.
Listen... Ha!
..I smell nonce off that jakeball,
but there's no way
that he snatched Britney.
Six minutes to secure her,
get her in the van and speed off?
But he went missing at the same time
as his granddaughter.
Come on! I doubt he's even got
a driving licence.
Who's to say he was acting alone?
Aye. You're saying you smell
short-eyes off him, right?
Well, who's he's been noncing?
Britney, Tessa.
Probably Angela before that.
You say she's a bed-wetter.
13 years old, pissing the bed.
'Some creep's been
freaking this kid out.
'Who's her bogeyman?'
'Perhaps indicating a struggle.
'Perhaps it was placed there by some
fucking serial fucking killer!'
That's what I'm fucking saying!
That's what I'm fucking saying!
He fixed her, the fucking nonce!
The nonce!
Ray?
Listen. I spotted this.
Piece of yellow notepaper.
It's, er...
It's a piece of common notepad.
But maybe it flew out
of a notepad.
Perhaps as a result of the struggle.
Maybe it was placed there.
No!
Maybe it was placed there.
No, no. Ray, for God's sake.
Haul in your missing suspects
before you go fixating
on a piece of fucking paper.
Right. The white van sped off at
the same time as Britney vanished.
The piece of paper wasnae there
until after the white van sped off.
Have a look at the CCTV.
Have a look at it!
CCTV? What does it mean?
The piece of paper could have
blown in onto the scene.
Just find Ronnie Hamil.
And the boyfriend.
Sweat the fucking name out of her!
Her daughter's missing.
Why would she not be
straight with us?
Everyone's got secrets.
And why are you holding back
on the school sports boyfriend?
Because we don't know anything yet.
Boss has a hard-on
for Ronnie fucking Hamil.
And you don't?
Ray? Ray?
I'm just thinking through stuff.
It's gonna be a long day.
You OK with how we're working
so far?
Yeah. The mansplaining irritates me
a bit, though.
The need to patronisingly
explain every single thing
in that voice.
And what voice
would that be, Amanda?
Seriously, Ray. You wouldn't talk
to Ginger like that.
No, you're right. Just talk to me
like you talk to him.
Right, then,
you fat, tight-arsed bastard,
your shout at the boozer.
'Where's your dad, Angela?
Why didn't you mention him before?'
I told them, I don't know
where he could have gone.
I don't know what he does.
Not seen him in years.
You lied about the boyfriend, too,
didn't you? No!
The school sports, Angela!
Who was the guy you were
at the school sports with? Ray!
You don't understand,
it's not like that.
Name and phone number.
We do not have time to piss about!
Graham Cornell. Graham Cornell.
Right, tell me about him.
Why?
Because he might know something.
It wouldnae. It wouldnae be him!
Angela.
Graham's a friend.
Works at the offices I clean.
Nah, Graham wouldnae.
And anyway, he's gay.
Did you ever
talk about the girls with him?
The girls?
Aye.
I don't...
We just go for drinks. He's no...
When did you last hear from him?
Erm...
A while ago.
He goes away a lot.
Keeps himself to himself.
Hi, Gill. Thanks.
Good to know.
Guess who's taken
two weeks' annual leave
without telling a fucking soul
where he's gone, eh?
Cornell.
Something's not right.
How can all our prime suspects
disappear at the same fucking time?
There are a lot of people
vanishing around this case.
Wonder who she's going
to see now, then?
Graham Cornell? Follow that taxi.
I've always wanted to say that.
It was a win-win.
If we broke her down, she'd tell us
where her dad or Cornell was.
If not, she'd lead us to him,
as she's doing now.
Hang on, where's she going now?
Why's she protecting him?
It's her daughter.
She isn't! Come on!
What you wanting?
Where is she?! Where's my bairn?!
Ow!
You're trying to nonce her like you
did me, you filthy old bastard!
No, Angela!
Ow!
That filthy old nonce has got her!
He beasted me!
I said I'd never let him
get his hands on my bairns!
I never touched your fuckin' bairns!
If he's hurt her, I'll kill him!
Get out! Take her to the car,
come back up with masks!
You, up. Get in the house.
Get in!
Ach.
Oh...
What's this smell?
I cannae smell nowt.
The Dennis Wynesses are done in
with the ching, eh?
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Oh, Emlyn!
That's where you got to,
you daft wee bugger.
The place is clear,
there's no sign of Britney.
Aye, I know. Take that.
Fuck!
Too pissed to question now.
Let him de-jakey and we'll see
if we can get some sense out of him.
We should pop our heads
round the door at Ginger's do, eh?
Yep.
'No, no, wait till you hear
this one.'
The frogs had
been potted heid for two days!
Fucking two days!
Lenny boy!
Ginger!
Eh? Amanda!
Hiya.
So... the end of an era, eh?
Aye.
Gutted we cannae stay long.
Gotta go and question Ronnie Hamil
when he sobers up.
Oh, well, needs must.
Aye.
So, er, how's life
with the new partner, eh?
Soft furnishings in the motor?
Listen, I don't give a fuck
any more.
I mean... not about
the missing bairn, of course.
So, er, what do you think
about Gillman's case?
It's just silly sex games
got out of hand, surely?
I'm sensing something different.
How're you sensing
something different?
Well, think it through.
What, so you're postulating
that the killer of
the French couple's got Britney?
You ken me, Ginger.
I dinnae postulate, I hypothesise.
Aye, well, let's just hope
wee Britney's still alive
and she's not potted heid
like the Frenchies, eh?
Here. Dinnae tell me
you two pussy eaters are vegan, eh?
I've heard it all now.
I'm straight.
But I'd rather munch on any hole
than go near the cock of a diseased
slab of old gammon like you.
I thought you were joking
when you said this place was vegan.
You're full of surprises!
Oh, I'm just getting started.
Right, thank you.
So, it has been
a pleasure to serve with youse all.
In the immortal words
of William Shakespeare...
..fuck the Edinburgh polis!
Cheers!
Cheers!
Now, as you know, I'm off to Miami,
but before I go,
I'd like to leave you all
in the capable hands of
the lovely Jessica and Tatiana!
Here, how about you two lesbos
gettin' the gear off?
Get on the table,
give us all a show!
Has anyone ever told you how
repulsive that mole on your chin is,
and how perfectly
it goes with the rest of you?
Duty calls, brother. Gotta go.
Take care of yourself, Lenny boy.
Here, Lenny, why don't you go and
play with the wee lassies? Go on.
What, me? Ah, well. Duty calls.
Thank you, all. Ladies.
OK, right. OK, thanks.
So, Ronnie has an alibi.
He was in the hospital... Thank you.
..when Britney was taken.
They fished him out of the canal,
half-drowned,
and then he discharged himself
later in the morning,
went back on the drink.
He may have an alibi,
but he's still a beast.
Should have left him
in the fucking canal.
Graham Cornell's our man.
We still need to speak
to Tommy Loughran.
Maybe there's a link somewhere.
Ray?
Yeah, sorry. Yeah. I doubt it,
but we need to eliminate it.
So all we've got now
is circumstantial.
We've got nothing concrete.
We need some...
..evidence?
There's nothing but shit porn
on Ronnie's laptop.
My mate, Georgie boy.
We got so drunk on that forensics
residential up in Harrogate.
OK. He was the SIO
in the Confectioner case.
What's this thing everyone has
with Confectioner?
There was a lot of stuff
that never came out.
He terrorised communities.
I always suspected
that he was guilty of the murder
of at least 12 girls
all over the country.
Mr Confectioner
was like the Yorkshire Ripper.
He didn't just send shivers
down the spine of every woman,
but every husband,
boyfriend, father, son.
Every man who ever truly
loved a woman.
I investigated the missing girls
up here, like Hazel Lloyd.
She was a ballet dancer...
who I always suspected
was taken by Confectioner.
This man... is pure,
unadulterated evil.
Oh.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I... I just...
I wasn't being nosy.
I mean, I was, but...
Ray, what is this?
The man who took their lives
is still out there somewhere.
And he won't let go.
Not ever.
These people...
..they leave a mark.
Wait. What's that?
What's there?
Lennox.
'The thing about ignorance, though,
'is, at some point,
reality always shatters it.
'Some people don't want redemption.
'They know
they're on the road to Hell.
'They just want to drag as many
other souls with them on the way.'
Britney, you need to be leaving now!
Right, you got everything?
I need lunch.
On it.
Homework?
Yeah. Can you take me, please?
I can't, darling.
I've gotta sort out work.
Please?
Your sister is puking.
OK. Fine.
Tomorrow though, yeah?
All right.
Love you.
- Love you.
- Bye.
'OK, I'm going on the record.
'Ignorance really is bliss.
'Ignorance is a state
where believing in evil
'is mocked because
it sounds religious.
'Ignorance helps people
go about their lives
'without having to face
up to the fact
'that monsters are around
every corner and under every bed.
'The blissfully ignorant
would have you believe
'that monsters
are few and far between.
'That they're mentally ill
or simply sick.
'They always see the good in people
'and believe they can be fixed
if they're not functioning properly.
'Well, I hate to burst their bubble,
but I've stared evil in the face,
'and let me tell you,
'evil people don't want to change
or be redeemed.'
Look at smelly, wee Britney.
- You mean Shitney.
- Shitney Britney Hamil.
'There's a saying that the road to
Hell is paved with good intentions.
'Not in my mind, no.
'The road to hell
is paved with ignorance.'
You see, back then,
Before the mediocrity of this
- Scotland/
- England union kicked in,
we Scots could actually
design things.
Design something to scrape
the shite off your shoe.
Worst argument for indy ever.
Shut your moaning pus!
Ooh...
Your piles giving you gyp?
Listen, this is
our last-ever stakeout together
before your Floridian babe drags
you off to the Land of the Free,
so, shoatie...
That's an escort bird
with Winterburn.
Ah, he's gonna hurt her.
That's all those New Town ponces
are good for, is hurting lassies.
Oi!
God's sake, Ginger!
Winterburn! Police!
I want a word with you.
This is private business.
Aye, get away from her.
I should warn you,
I am an Oxford Blue.
You'll be an Oxford black and blue
in a minute, pal.
Argh!
Come here, you.
I'll fucking break your arm.
Fucking stand still.
Fuck! No!
Ooh...
Thanks for making me drive
Ha-ha. You should have gone
to the A&E.
No, too embarrassing.
They ken me there.
I'll get seen to in Florida.
You're in no fit state
for your leaving do tonight.
Is the location
still a big secret?
Mind, no fucking strip clubs.
Trudi will have my guts for garters.
That would be entirely inappropriate
for female officers
in the department.
Are you seriously gonna give
all this up for Florida?
This is the golden city, mate.
Dreams come true here.
Aye. Sure.
Right.
Not everyone's dreams.
Two bodies have been found.
In a flat in the Old Town.
All right, all right,
all right, all right.
I'm warning you, do your job.
Get 'em away to fuck.
Aye, there's dead bodies
up the stair.
Want to come out and ride 'em
while they're still warm?
Top flat, sir.
Course it is.
Go on, then. Shoot your load.
French. Ages 22 and 26.
Death by asphyxiation.
Fucking French!
Text me the details
of the leaving do.
Aye, nae bother. Ooh...
Boss.
Ray. Amanda, yes.
Shut that door. Bloody builders.
Now, as you know,
Eddie Rodgers is retiring today.
Amanda's been promoted to DS.
You two are gonna be partners.
I thought that Gill Glover and I...
Well, that was the original plan,
but there's not enough
female officers in Serious Crimes
to justify a dedicated unit.
So we're gonna
have to spread our women. Oh, aye?
Dougie, the two French students
found dead this morning.
Anything new?
Aye, Fabienne Rodier
and Gaston Villiers.
Froggy goes a-courting,
gets a wee bit carried away
with the turning off the gas games,
she croaks, and then in...
..romantique regret...
..he tops himself.
Can we dispense
with this froggy stuff?
I'm with the toxicologists
and the forensics wankers on this.
Both full of GHB,
ligature marks on both necks,
her full of his spunk.
It's obvious
auto-asphyxiation shite.
Fucking French, eh?
Thanks, Dougie.
Aye. Back to the coalface.
Dougie? Dougie?
Any similarity in MO to
other sexual strangulation cases?
Oh, do you mean the serial killer
cases that obsess you?
Aye. If you discount the fact
that the boyfriend Fabienne
was shagging died an' all.
This is my case, Lenny.
I don't need some social-justice
warrior poking his neb in.
The point is...
And my point is keep it out.
Fuck off and play with the lasses.
Go on.
Ah, fuck!
Late! Sorry, sorry,
I got caught up in the...
It's fine. Never mind.
Guess who got the job?
Wow! Congratulations!
Well, let's face it,
they'd have been rags to give it
to anybody else, eh?
Well, sadly,
they gave it to Charmaine.
No! No! I'm sorry, honey.
Well, more fool them, eh?
Yeah, or more fool you.
Course they didn't give it
to fucking Charmaine.
I am finally on
Dunedin Power's management team!
Well, as you know,
alcohol and I aren't exactly
parking in the same lot these days,
but I wish we were
so we could celebrate!
Honestly, I can't believe it.
I started there as an agency clerk.
You're gonna be a director soon.
Hey, when I'm a jakeball
on the street, spare me a quid!
Bob.
Right. OK, I'll be, er...
I'll be right there.
Sorry, I've got to go.
Something important and urgent.
As a manager, I am both
important and urgent, Mr Lennox.
Yeah, it's a young girl
that's gone missing,
and I need to find her.
Oh. God, yeah. No, yeah, please...
please do that.
OK. I'm so proud of you.
'OK, everybody,
this is very important.'
We have a missing schoolgirl.
Britney Hamil, 13.
Number 36/1 Murrayburn Quadrant.
Left for school yesterday,
usual time, eight thirty.
Never arrived. Whereabouts unknown.
She walked alone
to school yesterday.
Normally she goes with her sister,
Tess, who was ill.
Vanished into thin air.
Ray.
As we know, in child abductions,
the first 24 hours are crucial.
The uniformed officers
have been out knocking on doors,
talking to neighbours,
schoolkids, teachers and so on.
Stuart, you've been consolidating
the information, eh?
She's not believed
to have a boyfriend.
There's been no activity
on her phone or social media
to suggest she's been
making or receiving calls.
She hasn't been acting
out of character recently,
nor has she done
anything like this previously.
Uniforms have done
a search of the bedroom,
but there's nothing to suggest
anything going on in her life
her mum doesn't know about.
And the dad?
He lives in Canada. He left
the mother, Angela Hamil, 35,
- when Britney was a baby.
- Surprise
Find out who hangs about with her.
Confirm the dad's still in Canada.
Gill, let's see the CCTV,
let's see what those pixels tell us
in the moments before Britney
vanished, eh?
I don't need to tell you
how much we're gonna be scrutinised
on this one.
So, er, we say nothing to the press
for now, and I mean nothing.
Aye, keep the vultures at bay.
By the way,
I'd get your wee team here
to check out
the other school absentees, like.
Billy Lumsden, the janitor, is one.
Always eliminate them first.
Good, Dougie.
See if you can find this Lumsden.
What, take one of my boys
off the frog case?
I thought that was cut and dried.
Well, as you say, Raymondo,
nothing's cut and dried.
We're gonna speak to the mother,
this, erm...
Angela Hamil.
This Angela Hamil in Hailes Dykes.
She's with a liaison officer now.
Right, you all know what to do.
'Walks onto Slateford Road,
vanishes. No sighting there.
'Nothing of her on the camera
above the school, 50 yards away.'
A white van, let's go back to it.
What's she looking at there?
She sees something when
she's halfway down Slateford Road.
That's when she goes off camera,
that wee blind spot.
Aye, she's definitely distracted
by something or somebody
on Slateford Road.
Is there any CCTV
at the bottom of Slateford
and corner of Hailes? There.
Not till further down.
There's a dead zone.
Only about ten foot
until the other camera picks it up.
So she vanished in
that ten-foot blind spot.
Let's check the vehicles'
comings and goings.
Especially that white van, eh?
Maybe some of the residents
have door-bell cameras,
they might have
picked something up.
This isn't an area where
they can afford that kind of tech.
What about traffic cams
on the roundabout?
Yeah, let's just see
what the speed cameras offer up.
We have got this
from the roundabout.
Stop it there. Rewind a bit.
Can we ID the plates?
I need to guess the rest.
Run the numbers through the database
and see what comes up.
Go back to the lassie again.
Go back.
Notepad.
Let's get down there.
See what's across the road, eh?
I'll keep working
through the pixels.
Find us the rest of that plate.
Yeah.
You OK to drive?
All right.
All OK?
Yeah.
It's just, in my experience,
male cops don't generally like
female officers driving.
Yeah. I'm not keen on driving.
I like to observe. And think.
Fucking shit's
happening again.
Do you remember Claire Gorman, 16,
found dead ten years ago?
Yeah. I was a student at the time,
but it was a huge case.
Never caught the perp.
Robert Ellis,
convicted of the murders
of Stacey Earnshaw
and Nula Andrews five years ago.
The Confectioner killings?
Of course.
Claire's murder was a similar MO
to Ellis's two.
Drugged, raped and strangled. So?
Ellis had an alibi for Claire,
but not for Nula and Stacey,
so he went down for them.
He was guilty.
He confessed after being caught
masturbating over their graves.
And those murders stopped
after he went down.
Why are you talking about this?
Just thinking aloud.
You're suggesting Britney is dead
at the hands of a serial killer
already in prison
when we haven't even found her yet.
Do you realise
how fucked up that is?
Follow the trail that's hot,
not the one that's cold.
So, she came down here...
and was taken there.
This is incongruous.
Eh? It's out of place.
It's not where it's meant to be.
I know what "incongruous" means.
The point is, if something's
where it shouldn't be,
there's a chance
it's there for a reason.
You're thinking
from Britney's backpack?
Oh... Andy?
We're in the transparency game, and
the best disinfectant is the light.
Sir.
Have you worked on
many missing-kids cases?
There's no such thing.
Kids just don't go missing. No?
No, they've either fallen
into a river, got trapped somewhere,
or they've been abducted.
Right.
But you're thinking abduction here.
Absolutely.
And in child abduction cases,
the probability points
to either the parents
or family members being involved -
let's talk to them.
Don't be scared to lean on her,
particularly about
her male associates.
Yeah. It's very distressing.
Child abductions are.
I mean, I haven't...
It's not just a kid being snatched,
it's the misery that you find when
you start turning over the stones.
More often than not,
they'll target kids
from single-parent families.
Why is that? Well, if you take
a kid from a broken home,
there's a higher probability
of chaos
impeding the investigation
right from the start. Right.
A bit of a stereotype,
but it makes sense.
We are at war, Amanda.
This isn't about solving crimes.
It's about eradicating scum
from the face of the Earth! It's...
Aye, well, that's why we...
we eliminate them as suspects
from the off.
99% probability, 1% inspiration.
But this white-van man,
it's like if this boy had
six minutes from 8:46 to 8:52
to grab her, put her in the car
and silence her,
drive as far as the roundabout...
It's like somebody
who'd know what they were doing.
I like the way you're thinking,
Amanda,
but it's still supposition,
so best keep this between us.
Don't worry on that score.
'Hi, Miss Hamil.
DI Lennox, DS Drummond.'
I know you've given us
formal details,
but... I just want you to tell me
as much as you can about Britney.
She's...
She's an angel.
When was the last time you saw her?
I put her to bed.
We were... off to the cinema
Wednesday night.
Tessa was sick after a burger.
Missed the film,
couldn't go to school,
so... Britney walked on her ain.
Just...
..walked out that door.
I know it's distressing.
We need to try and retrace
her steps
within the timeframe
of her going missing,
so I have to ask.
Definitely no boyfriends
on the scene.
No. I don't...
Not with the girls.
I meant Britney.
No!
Of course not.
Not my wean.
She's 13, it does happen.
We didnae think she'd make it.
She was starved of oxygen
when she was born.
On one of those incubators
for... weeks.
She was a miracle.
One in a million.
Miss Hamil.
Erm...
I have to ask about
your own relationships.
I told you, I don't date.
Not with the girls here.
Promise me you'll find her.
Promise me!
I...
I promise.
Everyone's doing their best.
Almost everyone.
We're gonna look upstairs,
Miss Hamil.
'Relatives or friends nearby?'
'Yeah, Ronnie Hamil.
Estranged father.'
We're doing doors on the parents
of her friends.
It's just the three of them
living here? Her, Britney and...
Tessa, Britney's big sister
usually walks to school with her.
Is this ex-husband definitely
in Canada? Yes. Vancouver.
Husband, lover, ex, I want a list
of every guy she's shagged,
worked with, got on the bus with
in the last five years.
Checked against
the beast's register.
We're on it, but I have to say...
The sister who was ill?
With a friend. She's sleeping off
a bad stomach bug.
Let's look at her room.
Then we'll walk the beat, eh?
Pished the bed.
A nervous kid.
She would probably be wary
of strangers.
Every girl's dream.
A prince coming along
and saving her.
Not some filthy nonce
in a white van.
Great. Thanks, Gill.
So, have we got anything
about her boyfriends?
Men in her life?
People who work in the offices
that she cleans?
You heard Angela - she hasn't had
any romantic interest in years.
Sister, what about the sister?
Tessa. Gill's with her now.
She's 15, might be knocking about
with an older guy.
That street camera cuts off here.
Several feet from where
the white van was parked.
Tommy Loughran.
The people's choice, for sure.
On the Offenders Register.
Guess where he lives?
That flinch of Britney's.
The possible source?
Confirm with Gill
who Tessa regularly saw on the walk.
Anybody who stood out.
Dirty old Tommy, probably too feeble
to do this alone.
So probably not our man,
but a possible witness?
Aye. Well, looks like he's out,
but...
opportunity, proximity,
Tommy's got both.
Just an old flasher now, right?
Pfft! It's all he can muster.
But when footballers
lose their legs,
they often become coaches because it
keeps them involved in the game.
'Was Britney Hamil regularly
walking to school on her own?'
No. Generally with her big sister.
"Generally"?
She sometimes came on her own, then.
No, usually with her sister.
But it wouldn't surprise you
if it happened on occasion?
Well, Angela Hamil is a single
parent under pressure, so no.
Did anybody else ever
pick Britney up from school?
Oh, no.
Did you ever have occasion to speak
to Angela about her parenting?
Well, not exactly.
Sorry to be curt here,
but time really is of the essence.
What does "not exactly"
actually mean?
At school sports last summer,
she was chain-smoking,
and I simply pointed out that
this sort of behaviour
in front of the children
on sports day
was hardly the example to set.
How did she react?
Sneeringly.
She was with a man.
And they'd both
obviously been drinking.
Did you recognise him?
No.
Could you give DS Drummond
a full description of this man,
and perhaps look at some pictures?
One second. 'Boss?'
Stuart, how's that list
coming along?
'Slow. The grandfather's
got previous convictions.'
What about that white van,
any matches?
'Er, we've matched 86 white vans
with that partial reg
'on the Swansea database.
We just need to work through them.'
Right.
Mind, we're on the clock here, eh?
And how should we get that to you?
Is email OK?
Yes, that's fine.
Well, please let me know
if I can be of any further help.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Dull but crucial.
When we get back to base,
I need you to try and trace
the source of that yellow notepad.
Retailer, manufacturer, etc.
You think this school's sports man's
the white van guy?
Angela lied about her boyfriends.
What else was she lying about?
You undermined me in front of her.
Don't give guarantees.
You're a DS, for fuck's sake!
Yes, it was an error.
But don't you pull me up
in front of a member of the public.
You wouldn't do that to
a male colleague.
Women's rights are hardly...
Britney has probably been rifled
by some psychopath,
who will then fucking choke her
to death.
THAT is women's rights being abused.
That, right there.
Quite. That's why I'm focusing
on this case instead of cold cases.
Amanda, I'm sorry, you were right.
I did undermine you.
You're apologising?
Unreservedly.
It's we men, we have this bullshit
conditioned into us
from a very early age.
Patriarchy is crumbling, Ray.
Let us contribute, for fuck's sake.
I mean, I try
and dispense with the nonsense,
but sometimes, it just...
creeps out of me
when I'm under pressure.
So, again, I'm sorry.
Accepted.
Thanks.
It's a lot of pressure,
catching paedophiles.
The word "paedophile" is wrong.
"Paedo" means child,
and "phile" means love.
These beasts don't love children.
They hate children.
It's about evil, twisted power.
These are the kind of sick bastards
that we're up against, Amanda.
Exhibit A.
Jesus!
Who's that from?
It's a minging beast that we
nicked for distributing child porn.
Could you just pull up for me
up here, please?
And let me out.
Er, yeah. Sure.
Thanks.
Are you OK?
Yep.
Yes!
No!
No!
What a point! What a point!
Well, you'll certainly add
a competitive edge
to our management team.
Oh, come on, you're the head of HR.
You're like the...
trailblazer when it comes
to all that stuff.
Oh.
Ooh.
Ooh.
I'm looking forward
to getting some sisterly support.
I haven't been getting
much of that at home lately.
I mean it, you know, I, er...
My promotion last year was
a bit emasculating for Roddy.
You know, some men, they just...
they can't handle strong, powerful
women, do you know what I mean?
Anyway, how's your new
romance going? Tell me.
Yeah.
Yeah, he's, er, really good.
He's so lovely.
He's just, er...
He's so caring, and he's attentive.
And he's reliable.
'He used to have a bit
of a problem with the drink,
'but he's so over that now.
'He's under all this stress at work,
and he copes with it so easily.'
Hi, my name is Ray,
and I'm an addict.
You know, I'm, er...
struggling to cope with my work, eh?
It's literally a matter
of life and death. Yeah.
Every day I walk into that fucking
place, it tears my soul apart.
Every day, I deal with...
human debris.
These are my colleagues,
people around me, my people,
who the state employ to pursue
the real scum of this Earth.
Clowns to the left of me,
jokers to the right.
And...
And all I want is oblivion.
All I want is oblivion.
Every cell in my body
just craves it.
I wanna... I wanna drink
this fucking city dry.
I want to snort the entire
rainforest of South fucking America,
and I just want to...
..tear this fucking place apart.
And I don't know how
to stop and I just... I just...
'Well, that sounds as if you're
onto a winner with him, doesn't it?'
Yeah. I am.
Listen!
Gill's got something for us.
Go ahead, Gill.
Britney's grandfather,
Ronnie Hamil, has vanished.
Last seen in the Royal Oak
the night before her disappearance.
This could be significant.
He's not at home,
and his phone's off.
The pub landlord last saw him
on Wednesday night,
which is unusual.
Ronnie Hamil's got previous.
Not for anything like this,
though, boss.
That arsehole Angela's shagging.
You mean the school sports
boyfriend?
Aye.
It's a guy that the, erm, headmaster
said she stepped out with.
Well, let's find him.
But Ronnie Hamil's
the main priority.
I'm just saying that
the only previous that Ronnie's got
is for shoplifting
and drunk and disorderly.
He could be involved, though, Ray.
The laws of probability
are at play here.
I think it's highly unlikely.
Well, we haven't got much in the way
of "highly likely" right now.
So, let's split the team up.
You carry on as normal, Ray.
You find Ronnie Hamil.
Dougie, what's
that yellow piece of paper?
Oh, we found it
at the froggy expiry on her desk.
It's a bit of paper
with a number on it.
3720.
Can I get a look?
Aye.
Fuck off!
Ray?
My office, please, a word.
We need a press release.
Some lassie at the school
has just tweeted
that her friend Britney's
gone missing.
Ian Hoy at the news
has got hold of it.
He's gonna tip off STV and BBC
Scotland if we don't play ball.
Well, I think it's good to get it
out to the public.
Maybe they can help us
find Ronnie Hamil.
Listen... Ha!
..I smell nonce off that jakeball,
but there's no way
that he snatched Britney.
Six minutes to secure her,
get her in the van and speed off?
But he went missing at the same time
as his granddaughter.
Come on! I doubt he's even got
a driving licence.
Who's to say he was acting alone?
Aye. You're saying you smell
short-eyes off him, right?
Well, who's he's been noncing?
Britney, Tessa.
Probably Angela before that.
You say she's a bed-wetter.
13 years old, pissing the bed.
'Some creep's been
freaking this kid out.
'Who's her bogeyman?'
'Perhaps indicating a struggle.
'Perhaps it was placed there by some
fucking serial fucking killer!'
That's what I'm fucking saying!
That's what I'm fucking saying!
He fixed her, the fucking nonce!
The nonce!
Ray?
Listen. I spotted this.
Piece of yellow notepaper.
It's, er...
It's a piece of common notepad.
But maybe it flew out
of a notepad.
Perhaps as a result of the struggle.
Maybe it was placed there.
No!
Maybe it was placed there.
No, no. Ray, for God's sake.
Haul in your missing suspects
before you go fixating
on a piece of fucking paper.
Right. The white van sped off at
the same time as Britney vanished.
The piece of paper wasnae there
until after the white van sped off.
Have a look at the CCTV.
Have a look at it!
CCTV? What does it mean?
The piece of paper could have
blown in onto the scene.
Just find Ronnie Hamil.
And the boyfriend.
Sweat the fucking name out of her!
Her daughter's missing.
Why would she not be
straight with us?
Everyone's got secrets.
And why are you holding back
on the school sports boyfriend?
Because we don't know anything yet.
Boss has a hard-on
for Ronnie fucking Hamil.
And you don't?
Ray? Ray?
I'm just thinking through stuff.
It's gonna be a long day.
You OK with how we're working
so far?
Yeah. The mansplaining irritates me
a bit, though.
The need to patronisingly
explain every single thing
in that voice.
And what voice
would that be, Amanda?
Seriously, Ray. You wouldn't talk
to Ginger like that.
No, you're right. Just talk to me
like you talk to him.
Right, then,
you fat, tight-arsed bastard,
your shout at the boozer.
'Where's your dad, Angela?
Why didn't you mention him before?'
I told them, I don't know
where he could have gone.
I don't know what he does.
Not seen him in years.
You lied about the boyfriend, too,
didn't you? No!
The school sports, Angela!
Who was the guy you were
at the school sports with? Ray!
You don't understand,
it's not like that.
Name and phone number.
We do not have time to piss about!
Graham Cornell. Graham Cornell.
Right, tell me about him.
Why?
Because he might know something.
It wouldnae. It wouldnae be him!
Angela.
Graham's a friend.
Works at the offices I clean.
Nah, Graham wouldnae.
And anyway, he's gay.
Did you ever
talk about the girls with him?
The girls?
Aye.
I don't...
We just go for drinks. He's no...
When did you last hear from him?
Erm...
A while ago.
He goes away a lot.
Keeps himself to himself.
Hi, Gill. Thanks.
Good to know.
Guess who's taken
two weeks' annual leave
without telling a fucking soul
where he's gone, eh?
Cornell.
Something's not right.
How can all our prime suspects
disappear at the same fucking time?
There are a lot of people
vanishing around this case.
Wonder who she's going
to see now, then?
Graham Cornell? Follow that taxi.
I've always wanted to say that.
It was a win-win.
If we broke her down, she'd tell us
where her dad or Cornell was.
If not, she'd lead us to him,
as she's doing now.
Hang on, where's she going now?
Why's she protecting him?
It's her daughter.
She isn't! Come on!
What you wanting?
Where is she?! Where's my bairn?!
Ow!
You're trying to nonce her like you
did me, you filthy old bastard!
No, Angela!
Ow!
That filthy old nonce has got her!
He beasted me!
I said I'd never let him
get his hands on my bairns!
I never touched your fuckin' bairns!
If he's hurt her, I'll kill him!
Get out! Take her to the car,
come back up with masks!
You, up. Get in the house.
Get in!
Ach.
Oh...
What's this smell?
I cannae smell nowt.
The Dennis Wynesses are done in
with the ching, eh?
Oh, for fuck's sake!
Oh, Emlyn!
That's where you got to,
you daft wee bugger.
The place is clear,
there's no sign of Britney.
Aye, I know. Take that.
Fuck!
Too pissed to question now.
Let him de-jakey and we'll see
if we can get some sense out of him.
We should pop our heads
round the door at Ginger's do, eh?
Yep.
'No, no, wait till you hear
this one.'
The frogs had
been potted heid for two days!
Fucking two days!
Lenny boy!
Ginger!
Eh? Amanda!
Hiya.
So... the end of an era, eh?
Aye.
Gutted we cannae stay long.
Gotta go and question Ronnie Hamil
when he sobers up.
Oh, well, needs must.
Aye.
So, er, how's life
with the new partner, eh?
Soft furnishings in the motor?
Listen, I don't give a fuck
any more.
I mean... not about
the missing bairn, of course.
So, er, what do you think
about Gillman's case?
It's just silly sex games
got out of hand, surely?
I'm sensing something different.
How're you sensing
something different?
Well, think it through.
What, so you're postulating
that the killer of
the French couple's got Britney?
You ken me, Ginger.
I dinnae postulate, I hypothesise.
Aye, well, let's just hope
wee Britney's still alive
and she's not potted heid
like the Frenchies, eh?
Here. Dinnae tell me
you two pussy eaters are vegan, eh?
I've heard it all now.
I'm straight.
But I'd rather munch on any hole
than go near the cock of a diseased
slab of old gammon like you.
I thought you were joking
when you said this place was vegan.
You're full of surprises!
Oh, I'm just getting started.
Right, thank you.
So, it has been
a pleasure to serve with youse all.
In the immortal words
of William Shakespeare...
..fuck the Edinburgh polis!
Cheers!
Cheers!
Now, as you know, I'm off to Miami,
but before I go,
I'd like to leave you all
in the capable hands of
the lovely Jessica and Tatiana!
Here, how about you two lesbos
gettin' the gear off?
Get on the table,
give us all a show!
Has anyone ever told you how
repulsive that mole on your chin is,
and how perfectly
it goes with the rest of you?
Duty calls, brother. Gotta go.
Take care of yourself, Lenny boy.
Here, Lenny, why don't you go and
play with the wee lassies? Go on.
What, me? Ah, well. Duty calls.
Thank you, all. Ladies.
OK, right. OK, thanks.
So, Ronnie has an alibi.
He was in the hospital... Thank you.
..when Britney was taken.
They fished him out of the canal,
half-drowned,
and then he discharged himself
later in the morning,
went back on the drink.
He may have an alibi,
but he's still a beast.
Should have left him
in the fucking canal.
Graham Cornell's our man.
We still need to speak
to Tommy Loughran.
Maybe there's a link somewhere.
Ray?
Yeah, sorry. Yeah. I doubt it,
but we need to eliminate it.
So all we've got now
is circumstantial.
We've got nothing concrete.
We need some...
..evidence?
There's nothing but shit porn
on Ronnie's laptop.
My mate, Georgie boy.
We got so drunk on that forensics
residential up in Harrogate.
OK. He was the SIO
in the Confectioner case.
What's this thing everyone has
with Confectioner?
There was a lot of stuff
that never came out.
He terrorised communities.
I always suspected
that he was guilty of the murder
of at least 12 girls
all over the country.
Mr Confectioner
was like the Yorkshire Ripper.
He didn't just send shivers
down the spine of every woman,
but every husband,
boyfriend, father, son.
Every man who ever truly
loved a woman.
I investigated the missing girls
up here, like Hazel Lloyd.
She was a ballet dancer...
who I always suspected
was taken by Confectioner.
This man... is pure,
unadulterated evil.
Oh.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I... I just...
I wasn't being nosy.
I mean, I was, but...
Ray, what is this?
The man who took their lives
is still out there somewhere.
And he won't let go.
Not ever.
These people...
..they leave a mark.
Wait. What's that?
What's there?
Lennox.
'The thing about ignorance, though,
'is, at some point,
reality always shatters it.
'Some people don't want redemption.
'They know
they're on the road to Hell.
'They just want to drag as many
other souls with them on the way.'