In Plain Sight (2016): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
Nine months have passed since Anne Kneiland was killed but Muncie cannot touch prime suspect Manuel when his father gives him an alibi. Days later Marion Watt, her daughter Vivienne and her sister are all shot dead in their beds and Marion's husband Bill, who argued with Vivienne, is arrested. Muncie believes they were a tragic case of mistaken identity, killed by Manuel, who was hoping to target another family, and he is even more convinced when Manuel tells Bill's solicitor Laurence Dowdall that the real killer was a local crime boss - though it does lead to Bill's release. At Christmas Manuel is enraged when his sister Theresa accuses him of stealing the presents he gives to the family and he storms out. Next day Muncie is informed that another young woman, Isabelle Cooke, has gone missing.
You're not a boy any more.
This time, it's going to be prison.
See, when you go,
I'm still going to be here.
"You tell me
I'm best at doing my nine years"
and forget Mr Muncie.
I have to tell you
that my mind is made up.
"One way or another,
Mr Muncie is going to pay."
He had a knife.
He told me if I screamed,
he'd cut my throat.
Is there something
you want to say to me, son?
You think I did it, don't you?
Peter Manuel is a very real threat
to the women of this community.
It's not bloody enough
for you to deprive our Peter
of his liberty for nine years
for crimes he did nae do.
Your father said
you were in all night.
I'm his son,
he's looking out for me.
Too many man-hours
on this Manuel thing.
Yeah, I'm not sure Mary McLauchlan
would see it that way, sir.
Well, she's not your boss.
Manuel's put in a request
to conduct his own defence.
The witness, by her own admission,
spent over three hours,
half the night, with me.
He's lying!
The law let you down badly today.
But I want you to know
that I will not rest
until Peter Manuel's behind bars.
Private Anne Kneilands.
You know what, Private Kneilands?
What?
I think 1956
is going to be a good year.
I'll get it.
Mr Manuel. He's not in.
It's you that
I wanted to talk to, sir.
What?
I hear Peter's going to be
on trial in a couple of weeks.
Him and a lad named Joseph Brannan...
for some attempted burglary
over in Blantyre.
So? What of it?
It always seemed to me
that Peter's at his most...
reckless when he's out on bail.
Most prone to doing something
that he may regret.
You've got some bloody nerve.
Coming on like you care
when it's you that's trying to
put Peter in the frame. Piss off!
Get your hand off my door.
Do you really want another
Anne Kneilands on your conscience?
She's not on
my conscience, Muncie,
because Peter was here that night.
Superintendent Leish
is satisfied with that,
and he's in charge now, isn't he?
Superintendent Leish had
no choice but to be satisfied
because you provided
Peter with an alibi.
And Professor Alison,
who was the pathologist
on the Anne Kneilands case,
he told me, in all his years,
he'd never seen a body
with more brutal injuries.
There was a hole on top of her head
that you could put a fist in.
There was blood and brain matter
found over 15 feet
from where she lay.
She was so badly beaten
that her hands and her arms,
which she'd held up
to try to defend herself,
were broken.
This is harassment.
I'm reporting you.
No, wait, just...
imagine that was your daughter.
Ooh, sir?
From Blantyre,
to do with the Manuel burglaries.
While you're up, Iris,
make us a cuppa, would you?
I'm a detective, Duncan,
not a tea lady.
Can you believe it?
Me, the "fifth tee" killer?
Muncie. I tell you,
that bastard's had a grudge with me
ever since I gave him
that going-over in the alley.
You beat up a copper? Aye.
Knocked seven shades
of busy shite out of him.
Did you not get done for that?
Well, I dinnae do it
in broad daylight, did I?
Right.
What's up with you, anyway? You've
got a face on you like a crow.
You know, Pete,
it's the thought of the trial,
going to prison.
It's all right for you,
you've been inside.
It'll be over
before you know it.
Sheriff will give us 18 months,
we'll be out in 12.
I mean, a year, what's that?
A lot in the life of my wee 'uns.
Family man's got the blues?
Well, maybe I have something that'll
put a smile back on your face.
Watch the door.
Webley .38.
What you got that for?
Making hay
while the sun shines, buddy.
We've got one more month
of freedom, right?
Plenty of time for one more job...
with added insurance. Like what?
A little dickie bird told me about
a rich wop that lives in Burnside.
Owns a bunch of ice-cream parlours.
And he has a safe at home where
he keeps the weekend takings.
Well, I don't know, Pete,
that gun looks pretty knackered.
What do you know about guns?
The gun's fine.
So, are you in?
Nah, you're all right.
What's that supposed to mean?
I just don't think our partnership's
been a roaring success, has it?
We've knocked off half a dozen
places and only been done once.
Once is enough for me.
Your loss, chum.
Burnside 3-8-8-5.
Hello, Bill.
Did you... Did you speak
with Vivienne about er...
about our quarrel?
Not with my sister here.
You know, I didn't mean to hurt you,
let alone Vivienne.
Now's not the time, Bill.
Could I say goodnight to her?
Vivienne?
Daddy wants a word.
Tell him I'm busy.
She says she's busy.
Whatever Will Be,
Will Be
Teen rebel.
What gives, Daddy's girl?
It's nothing.
I'm mad at him.
He forgot to give me my pocket money
before he went away.
Vivienne... Honest.
Look on the bright side,
you'll get double next week.
Do you want to stay over tonight?
Do you mind if I don't?
I sort of feel like
my own bed tonight, you know?
Sure. That's fine.
Daddy?
Sir.
William Watt?
Lads.
If you'd like to follow us
back to Glasgow, sir.
God. God.
No! My girls.
My beautiful girls.
Do you know of anybody...
who might harbour
feelings of resentment
or animosity towards your family?
Against my wife? My daughter?
No, you couldn't...
you couldn't ask for
two sweeter souls.
See, I was thinking
more towards yourself.
A business rival, say...
who would be prepared to
carry out such a terrible crime.
I'm a baker.
That's all I am, I'm just a baker.
You see, Mr Watt, I believe
this is no ordinary break-in.
I believe there's a motive here.
Chop-chop, girls!
Jane, school is not
a beauty pageant!
I'm coming.
You know, it is possible
it wasn't Manuel.
Leish and his team
did go into his house.
They didn't bring him in
for questioning, though, did they?
Yes, but you said yourself there's
much that doesn't fit - the gun.
Killing the two older women
in their sleep.
No fear for him to gloat on.
Yes, it is possible
that it wasn't him.
But is that really good enough?
For his wife, his daughter
and his sister-in-law?
I mean, in two days' time...
I can't find my ruler.
It's by your bed, sweetheart.
In two days' time,
him and Brannan are going to stand
trial for that caper over in Blantyre
and then they're going to be
in prison for a few months,
and you know how that works.
As a suspect,
Peter Manuel will cease to exist.
I know, I know.
I'm sorry, Ag...
I need to see
that house for myself.
They weren't asleep -
the mother and her sister.
They weren't asleep.
Look, lying side-by-side
like they're standing to attention.
Nobody sleeps like that.
They were awake.
They were most likely terrified.
So, Mr Watt confirmed that none
of his wife's jewellery was stolen.
All present and correct, sir.
There's no safe. No, sir.
Then why this house?
Burglars act on information,
so he knew something.
What's so special about
5 Fennsbank Avenue?
That's number two. No number one.
It was a mess-up on the part
of the planners, apparently.
Yeah, but he didn't
know that, did he?
What if he never meant to
break in at number five?
What if the intended target
was number four?
It's dark.
He doesn't know
there's no number one,
so he just counts along,
saw one, two...
three, four.
Except that was number five,
not number four.
So, who lives in number four?
Italian family
by the name of Valente.
Is that the ice cream Valentes?
The same.
Yeah, you see? That's money.
I think this was Manuel. Yes, sir.
Well, you've known him
since his old housebreaking days,
so if you've got
any thoughts, then...
I'd like to hear them.
Well, when it came to housebreaking,
he always liked to have a base.
A vacant property where
he could lay low, watch and wait.
Who lives in there?
Number 18?
Spinsters, sisters.
Been on holiday in
Wester Ross since the 10th.
Hello, Peter Manuel.
Leish is making an announcement.
They've made an arrest.
A little after
11 o'clock this morning,
a team of Hamilton CID officers
led by myself
arrested a 52-year-old man.
It's William Watt.
Was he not supposed to be
90 miles away in a hotel?
Yeah, he was, but two
eyewitnesses have come forward.
They both made statements
on the night of the murders they
on the road between
the hotel and Burnside.
Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Well done, sir.
Look, I don't know what the story
is with your two eyewitnesses,
but trust me, sir, they're mistaken.
It's Manuel. Manuel.
What is it with you and Manuel?
His house was one of our
first raids, Bill, top to bottom.
We even dug up the garden.
There was no bloodstained clothing,
no gun, there was nothing.
And his father provided us
with an alibi.
His father always provides him
with an alibi. Now, hear me out, sir.
When I arrested Manuel in 1946
for housebreaking,
I saw the exact same thing that
I saw at 18 Fennsbank Avenue today.
Homeowners away on holiday,
him using their house as a base.
And the same...
peculiar, petty act of vandalism -
an old tin of soup with
the contents poured on the floor -
telling us it's him.
You traipse all over my crime scene
and that's the bombshell? Soup?
Come on, Bill, please tell me
you've got something else.
A fingerprint or something.
Who needs fingerprints?
Well, a motive, then.
He's a psychopath...
that's all the motive he needs.
He kills people because he enjoys it.
And for him,
that's every bit as compelling
as revenge or passion or greed...
Or marital dissatisfaction?
I'm sorry.
Listen, Bill, the lassie next door,
Deanna Valente,
she said that Vivienne was
angry with her father that night.
Vivienne said it was something
about pocket money,
but Deanna sensed
she was hiding something.
Morning, boy. How you keeping?
I've got that latest
James Bond you ordered.
I never ordered...
There's a very gripping passage
on page 100.
Mind you, when it comes to fiction,
Superintendent Leish
is in a class of his own?
You bumping off your family by
making a 180-mile round-trip by car,
at night.
And all done and dusted
in time for kippers for breakfast.
No. Leish is an arse.
You can quote me on that -
Peter Manuel.
I know you didn't kill them.
Page 100.
Chin up, Willy.
Salvation's closer than you think.
Mr Manuel, it says in your note
that you know the real killer
but you're not prepared
to divulge his name.
Well, it troubles me to see
a client's life hanging by a thread.
Look, I won't name names,
that's just principle with me.
However, I will give you
sufficient for you to prove
that William Watt
is an innocent man.
"To our mutual advantage."
You want money?
No. Perish the thought.
All I'm saying is, if you judge
what I have to say to be of use,
then who knows?
Maybe at some point in the future,
if I find myself in a jam,
you'll let me call on your services.
Tell me what you know.
It was me...
who provided
the culprit with a gun
which killed those
three unfortunate women.
A Webley .38.
And that's not all.
After your man done what he did...
he came to see me again
with a bad case of the horrors.
He told me everything
which happened that night.
Everything.
Hello, Dad.
Do we have a fancy visitor? We do.
Superintendent Leish advised me
that I've been led by the nose
by a teller of tall tales.
He voiced the opinion that
I must have been talking to you.
So here I am... talking to you.
What do you make
of what Manuel told me?
I believe every word... give or take.
He murdered your client's family.
Well... Let me show you something.
This is my unofficial file.
This is Anne Kneilands...
and this is the Watt family.
Welcome to the world of Peter Manuel.
Mr Muncie, William Watt
is almost out of time.
Any day now, the Crown
will serve their indictment,
then it's a high-court trial
and then, well...
the mind boggles.
I intend to go to the fiscal,
see if I can stop this madness
before it's too late.
May I borrow these?
Er... yes, of course, but wouldn't
you rather have some help?
I carried out a timed run.
Burnside to
the Cairnbaan Hotel and back.
Now, Leish and his men were correct,
it is possible that William Watt could have done
the journey in a little bit over two hours.
But he would have had
to have been travelling
between 55 and 60 miles an hour
the whole way.
Now, this Roderick Morrison,
second of the Crown's
two eyewitnesses,
he sounds the most plausible to me.
What's your view on him?
Morrison is plausible but his
statements aren't corroborated.
So it's basically his word
against William Watt's.
That is about the size of it.
Except that it's not.
Because when I got to the Cairnbaan
Hotel, I spoke to a waitress,
a very sensible young woman
by the name of Patricia Carew.
And she told me that
when she arrived for work at 8:10
on the morning of the 17th,
she saw William Watt scraping ice
from the windscreen of his car.
Which, obviously,
he wouldn't have had to do
if his vehicle had just
completed a four-hour round trip.
Forgive me, inspector, but you did
all this driving and questioning
despite not being part
of the investigating team?
Yes, sir, I did.
And thank heavens for William Watt
that Bill's done all this.
Robert, we have a wealth
of circumstantial evidence here,
which, viewed purely as grounds
for ruling the charge against my
client unsafe, is most compelling.
This is a rare state of affairs.
A defence lawyer and a police
officer on the same side,
requesting the Lord Advocate himself
make a public admission
that the Crown Office got it wrong.
Not for a trifle, Robert...
but a man's life.
Could we have something
from you, Mr Watt?
Mr Watt would like
to say a few words.
I know that as long as this
terrible crime remains unsolved,
the public will always think of me
as the man who murdered his family.
The police could not
find him, but I will.
To him, I say, as long I live...
I shall not rest until you,
who took all that was dear to me,
get what you so rightly deserve.
What is left of my life...
will be spent hunting a monster.
Three guesses who's behind
Willy Watt's release.
Did I say you could sit down?
Come on, Charlie,
I'm front-page news.
Don't mention my name, maybe,
but I'm there, all right,
between the lines.
Get off my table,
will you, you fucking loon?
Now, Tallis,
no-one talks to Peter...
Enjoy your retirement, sir.
Sorry, sir, I thought you'd left.
I had... I have.
I just came back for this.
I believed I was right, Bill.
But I hope, for all our sakes,
you prove me wrong.
We're hoping you can help us
devise a strategy, Bill.
Manuel wants to meet with William.
Provoking his vanity,
that'll be the key.
You need to cast doubt
on anything that he tells you.
You know, push him.
Push him and he'll reveal
more than is good for him.
I want that meeting to be somewhere
very public like a restaurant.
And most important of all,
Laurence, I want you
to be there, too.
Because that way, if Manuel does
say something self-incriminating,
then at least this time
we'll have some corroboration.
Of course.
Agreed.
Now, erm...
Mr Watt...
I hope you realise that Manuel's
going to make it his business
to cause you as much
distress as possible.
And he's going to talk to you
about a subject matter
that's going to be
very hard for you to hear.
Because that's his
twisted idea of fun.
Manuel murdered my wife
and my daughter, Mr Muncie...
there's nothing he can say
or do that can unsettle me.
Afternoon, gents.
Laurence. Mr Manuel.
Willy!
Peter. Good to see you again.
We're a long way from Barlinnie now.
Aren't we just?
Tallis. Charlie Tallis.
That's the man who
killed your family.
A gang boss.
Fancies himself
as a bit of a hard man.
Funny thing is, he was at
Barlinnie the same time we were.
Came in a few weeks after me.
Bastard?
Larry!
Jesus. Sorry, lad, your lovely suit!
No, no, I'm sorry! It's perfectly
all right. No, no, I sha
I shall return momentarily.
Alone at last?
You know, erm... Willy...
were you to gave me a boost,
money-wise, well...
it'd be my sincere pleasure
to put an end to Charlie Tallis.
Well, that's a...
It's an interesting offer.
But, you know, Peter, er...
I would have to know
that Tallis was the one.
You'd need to give me real proof.
Is that right?
Something really incriminating,
Willy?
Now that you mention it...
there was something that
Tallis said about your daughter.
Don't shoot the messenger.
What Charlie said was,
by the time he was out of there...
your little girl Vivienne...
she weren't a virgin no more.
William!
William, for God's sake. William!
You tell Muncie, Larry...
You tell him he'll need to do
a lot better than you two
to get one over on Peter Manuel.
What do you think?
Gorgeous.
C'est tres jolie.
Thank you so much, Mum.
There's no question you will be
the belle of Bellshill Ball.
Jane, it's your go.
"You find a footprint
in the flowerbed".
A man or a woman's shoe? Work it
out, you're the detective
I'll get it.
Who's Dr Barnardo?
It's a charity, sweetie.
Thank you.
Anne Kneilands
was this time of year.
New Year's Day.
And then there was a woman...
that he attacked with
a hammer when he was 15.
That was at Christmas.
Maybe the festive season.
Other people's happiness
brings out the worst in him.
I don't want Jane going
to this dance in Bellshill.
Nor do I, Bill.
Do you want me to tell her?
No, we'll tell her together. OK.
I'm sorry about the wrapping paper,
but it's the thought
that counts, right?
Go on, open them.
Son. Well, try 'em on.
You feel the lining in that.
That's a proper pair
of gentleman's gloves, that is.
Thanks a million, son.
Look at her, she's speechless!
Mum.
You look beautiful.
It's lovely.
Why don't you say something?
About what?
Because you stole
these things, Peter.
Yeah, and you know that.
These are other people's
Christmas presents.
I can't do anything right, can I?
I cannae do anything right
by you three.
Peter, come on, it's Christmas.
Muncie.
OK, send a car.
What's happened?
A girl's gone missing.
We went out about 4:00.
Mother and Izzy...
Isabelle...
were looking after the boys.
Isabelle gave her youngest
Robert his bath.
Then she left about 6:45
to catch the bus over
to the dance in Bellshill.
She was wearing her...
dark blue dress.
It had a white collar attached.
Er... with a navy cardigan.
Matching navy cardigan.
Over that, her blue coat.
And she was carrying
her little peppermint vanity case...
with her dancing pumps
and hairbrush inside.
She told Mother she was taking
the shortcut to the bus stop
across the fields.
What is it, sir?
I know this place.
Think it's hers, sir?
He attacked a woman here
12 years ago...
and I think,
last night, he came back.
I'm meant to be at work.
So, why am I here?
What's happened?
A young woman's gone
missing in Mount Vernon
and I think your brother may
have something to do with it.
Theresa, do you know
where Peter was last night
between the hours of 6:00 and 7:00?
We had a fight on Christmas Day.
He hasn't been home since.
Do you know where he is now? No.
Theresa, I think that you and I
both want the same thing -
no more people hurt.
And I know that when Peter
was in remand in Barlinnie,
you went to see the prison doctor.
Is that because you have got
concerns about his sanity?
I don't have to be here.
I want to leave. Now.
I want to leave now.
It's a breadcrumb trail
of Isabelle's belongings
from where he took her.
Buttons. Her hairbrush.
Dancing shoes.
He's playing games.
He's missing, same location.
It's just 1946 all over again,
only worse.
It's as if he wants to be caught.
For him, getting arrested
would be the biggest thrill of all.
Headlines, face in all the papers...
For being a murderer
of innocent women?
That's not how he sees it.
In his head,
he's a... criminal mastermind.
Do you think the girl's dead?
I don't know how else to read it.
When will you tell the family?
When we find something conclusive.
So...
he's missing, she's missing.
We need manpower.
I'll call in support
from local stations.
Yes?
It's Manuel.
Here I am, public enemy number one.
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This time, it's going to be prison.
See, when you go,
I'm still going to be here.
"You tell me
I'm best at doing my nine years"
and forget Mr Muncie.
I have to tell you
that my mind is made up.
"One way or another,
Mr Muncie is going to pay."
He had a knife.
He told me if I screamed,
he'd cut my throat.
Is there something
you want to say to me, son?
You think I did it, don't you?
Peter Manuel is a very real threat
to the women of this community.
It's not bloody enough
for you to deprive our Peter
of his liberty for nine years
for crimes he did nae do.
Your father said
you were in all night.
I'm his son,
he's looking out for me.
Too many man-hours
on this Manuel thing.
Yeah, I'm not sure Mary McLauchlan
would see it that way, sir.
Well, she's not your boss.
Manuel's put in a request
to conduct his own defence.
The witness, by her own admission,
spent over three hours,
half the night, with me.
He's lying!
The law let you down badly today.
But I want you to know
that I will not rest
until Peter Manuel's behind bars.
Private Anne Kneilands.
You know what, Private Kneilands?
What?
I think 1956
is going to be a good year.
I'll get it.
Mr Manuel. He's not in.
It's you that
I wanted to talk to, sir.
What?
I hear Peter's going to be
on trial in a couple of weeks.
Him and a lad named Joseph Brannan...
for some attempted burglary
over in Blantyre.
So? What of it?
It always seemed to me
that Peter's at his most...
reckless when he's out on bail.
Most prone to doing something
that he may regret.
You've got some bloody nerve.
Coming on like you care
when it's you that's trying to
put Peter in the frame. Piss off!
Get your hand off my door.
Do you really want another
Anne Kneilands on your conscience?
She's not on
my conscience, Muncie,
because Peter was here that night.
Superintendent Leish
is satisfied with that,
and he's in charge now, isn't he?
Superintendent Leish had
no choice but to be satisfied
because you provided
Peter with an alibi.
And Professor Alison,
who was the pathologist
on the Anne Kneilands case,
he told me, in all his years,
he'd never seen a body
with more brutal injuries.
There was a hole on top of her head
that you could put a fist in.
There was blood and brain matter
found over 15 feet
from where she lay.
She was so badly beaten
that her hands and her arms,
which she'd held up
to try to defend herself,
were broken.
This is harassment.
I'm reporting you.
No, wait, just...
imagine that was your daughter.
Ooh, sir?
From Blantyre,
to do with the Manuel burglaries.
While you're up, Iris,
make us a cuppa, would you?
I'm a detective, Duncan,
not a tea lady.
Can you believe it?
Me, the "fifth tee" killer?
Muncie. I tell you,
that bastard's had a grudge with me
ever since I gave him
that going-over in the alley.
You beat up a copper? Aye.
Knocked seven shades
of busy shite out of him.
Did you not get done for that?
Well, I dinnae do it
in broad daylight, did I?
Right.
What's up with you, anyway? You've
got a face on you like a crow.
You know, Pete,
it's the thought of the trial,
going to prison.
It's all right for you,
you've been inside.
It'll be over
before you know it.
Sheriff will give us 18 months,
we'll be out in 12.
I mean, a year, what's that?
A lot in the life of my wee 'uns.
Family man's got the blues?
Well, maybe I have something that'll
put a smile back on your face.
Watch the door.
Webley .38.
What you got that for?
Making hay
while the sun shines, buddy.
We've got one more month
of freedom, right?
Plenty of time for one more job...
with added insurance. Like what?
A little dickie bird told me about
a rich wop that lives in Burnside.
Owns a bunch of ice-cream parlours.
And he has a safe at home where
he keeps the weekend takings.
Well, I don't know, Pete,
that gun looks pretty knackered.
What do you know about guns?
The gun's fine.
So, are you in?
Nah, you're all right.
What's that supposed to mean?
I just don't think our partnership's
been a roaring success, has it?
We've knocked off half a dozen
places and only been done once.
Once is enough for me.
Your loss, chum.
Burnside 3-8-8-5.
Hello, Bill.
Did you... Did you speak
with Vivienne about er...
about our quarrel?
Not with my sister here.
You know, I didn't mean to hurt you,
let alone Vivienne.
Now's not the time, Bill.
Could I say goodnight to her?
Vivienne?
Daddy wants a word.
Tell him I'm busy.
She says she's busy.
Whatever Will Be,
Will Be
Teen rebel.
What gives, Daddy's girl?
It's nothing.
I'm mad at him.
He forgot to give me my pocket money
before he went away.
Vivienne... Honest.
Look on the bright side,
you'll get double next week.
Do you want to stay over tonight?
Do you mind if I don't?
I sort of feel like
my own bed tonight, you know?
Sure. That's fine.
Daddy?
Sir.
William Watt?
Lads.
If you'd like to follow us
back to Glasgow, sir.
God. God.
No! My girls.
My beautiful girls.
Do you know of anybody...
who might harbour
feelings of resentment
or animosity towards your family?
Against my wife? My daughter?
No, you couldn't...
you couldn't ask for
two sweeter souls.
See, I was thinking
more towards yourself.
A business rival, say...
who would be prepared to
carry out such a terrible crime.
I'm a baker.
That's all I am, I'm just a baker.
You see, Mr Watt, I believe
this is no ordinary break-in.
I believe there's a motive here.
Chop-chop, girls!
Jane, school is not
a beauty pageant!
I'm coming.
You know, it is possible
it wasn't Manuel.
Leish and his team
did go into his house.
They didn't bring him in
for questioning, though, did they?
Yes, but you said yourself there's
much that doesn't fit - the gun.
Killing the two older women
in their sleep.
No fear for him to gloat on.
Yes, it is possible
that it wasn't him.
But is that really good enough?
For his wife, his daughter
and his sister-in-law?
I mean, in two days' time...
I can't find my ruler.
It's by your bed, sweetheart.
In two days' time,
him and Brannan are going to stand
trial for that caper over in Blantyre
and then they're going to be
in prison for a few months,
and you know how that works.
As a suspect,
Peter Manuel will cease to exist.
I know, I know.
I'm sorry, Ag...
I need to see
that house for myself.
They weren't asleep -
the mother and her sister.
They weren't asleep.
Look, lying side-by-side
like they're standing to attention.
Nobody sleeps like that.
They were awake.
They were most likely terrified.
So, Mr Watt confirmed that none
of his wife's jewellery was stolen.
All present and correct, sir.
There's no safe. No, sir.
Then why this house?
Burglars act on information,
so he knew something.
What's so special about
5 Fennsbank Avenue?
That's number two. No number one.
It was a mess-up on the part
of the planners, apparently.
Yeah, but he didn't
know that, did he?
What if he never meant to
break in at number five?
What if the intended target
was number four?
It's dark.
He doesn't know
there's no number one,
so he just counts along,
saw one, two...
three, four.
Except that was number five,
not number four.
So, who lives in number four?
Italian family
by the name of Valente.
Is that the ice cream Valentes?
The same.
Yeah, you see? That's money.
I think this was Manuel. Yes, sir.
Well, you've known him
since his old housebreaking days,
so if you've got
any thoughts, then...
I'd like to hear them.
Well, when it came to housebreaking,
he always liked to have a base.
A vacant property where
he could lay low, watch and wait.
Who lives in there?
Number 18?
Spinsters, sisters.
Been on holiday in
Wester Ross since the 10th.
Hello, Peter Manuel.
Leish is making an announcement.
They've made an arrest.
A little after
11 o'clock this morning,
a team of Hamilton CID officers
led by myself
arrested a 52-year-old man.
It's William Watt.
Was he not supposed to be
90 miles away in a hotel?
Yeah, he was, but two
eyewitnesses have come forward.
They both made statements
on the night of the murders they
on the road between
the hotel and Burnside.
Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Well done, sir.
Look, I don't know what the story
is with your two eyewitnesses,
but trust me, sir, they're mistaken.
It's Manuel. Manuel.
What is it with you and Manuel?
His house was one of our
first raids, Bill, top to bottom.
We even dug up the garden.
There was no bloodstained clothing,
no gun, there was nothing.
And his father provided us
with an alibi.
His father always provides him
with an alibi. Now, hear me out, sir.
When I arrested Manuel in 1946
for housebreaking,
I saw the exact same thing that
I saw at 18 Fennsbank Avenue today.
Homeowners away on holiday,
him using their house as a base.
And the same...
peculiar, petty act of vandalism -
an old tin of soup with
the contents poured on the floor -
telling us it's him.
You traipse all over my crime scene
and that's the bombshell? Soup?
Come on, Bill, please tell me
you've got something else.
A fingerprint or something.
Who needs fingerprints?
Well, a motive, then.
He's a psychopath...
that's all the motive he needs.
He kills people because he enjoys it.
And for him,
that's every bit as compelling
as revenge or passion or greed...
Or marital dissatisfaction?
I'm sorry.
Listen, Bill, the lassie next door,
Deanna Valente,
she said that Vivienne was
angry with her father that night.
Vivienne said it was something
about pocket money,
but Deanna sensed
she was hiding something.
Morning, boy. How you keeping?
I've got that latest
James Bond you ordered.
I never ordered...
There's a very gripping passage
on page 100.
Mind you, when it comes to fiction,
Superintendent Leish
is in a class of his own?
You bumping off your family by
making a 180-mile round-trip by car,
at night.
And all done and dusted
in time for kippers for breakfast.
No. Leish is an arse.
You can quote me on that -
Peter Manuel.
I know you didn't kill them.
Page 100.
Chin up, Willy.
Salvation's closer than you think.
Mr Manuel, it says in your note
that you know the real killer
but you're not prepared
to divulge his name.
Well, it troubles me to see
a client's life hanging by a thread.
Look, I won't name names,
that's just principle with me.
However, I will give you
sufficient for you to prove
that William Watt
is an innocent man.
"To our mutual advantage."
You want money?
No. Perish the thought.
All I'm saying is, if you judge
what I have to say to be of use,
then who knows?
Maybe at some point in the future,
if I find myself in a jam,
you'll let me call on your services.
Tell me what you know.
It was me...
who provided
the culprit with a gun
which killed those
three unfortunate women.
A Webley .38.
And that's not all.
After your man done what he did...
he came to see me again
with a bad case of the horrors.
He told me everything
which happened that night.
Everything.
Hello, Dad.
Do we have a fancy visitor? We do.
Superintendent Leish advised me
that I've been led by the nose
by a teller of tall tales.
He voiced the opinion that
I must have been talking to you.
So here I am... talking to you.
What do you make
of what Manuel told me?
I believe every word... give or take.
He murdered your client's family.
Well... Let me show you something.
This is my unofficial file.
This is Anne Kneilands...
and this is the Watt family.
Welcome to the world of Peter Manuel.
Mr Muncie, William Watt
is almost out of time.
Any day now, the Crown
will serve their indictment,
then it's a high-court trial
and then, well...
the mind boggles.
I intend to go to the fiscal,
see if I can stop this madness
before it's too late.
May I borrow these?
Er... yes, of course, but wouldn't
you rather have some help?
I carried out a timed run.
Burnside to
the Cairnbaan Hotel and back.
Now, Leish and his men were correct,
it is possible that William Watt could have done
the journey in a little bit over two hours.
But he would have had
to have been travelling
between 55 and 60 miles an hour
the whole way.
Now, this Roderick Morrison,
second of the Crown's
two eyewitnesses,
he sounds the most plausible to me.
What's your view on him?
Morrison is plausible but his
statements aren't corroborated.
So it's basically his word
against William Watt's.
That is about the size of it.
Except that it's not.
Because when I got to the Cairnbaan
Hotel, I spoke to a waitress,
a very sensible young woman
by the name of Patricia Carew.
And she told me that
when she arrived for work at 8:10
on the morning of the 17th,
she saw William Watt scraping ice
from the windscreen of his car.
Which, obviously,
he wouldn't have had to do
if his vehicle had just
completed a four-hour round trip.
Forgive me, inspector, but you did
all this driving and questioning
despite not being part
of the investigating team?
Yes, sir, I did.
And thank heavens for William Watt
that Bill's done all this.
Robert, we have a wealth
of circumstantial evidence here,
which, viewed purely as grounds
for ruling the charge against my
client unsafe, is most compelling.
This is a rare state of affairs.
A defence lawyer and a police
officer on the same side,
requesting the Lord Advocate himself
make a public admission
that the Crown Office got it wrong.
Not for a trifle, Robert...
but a man's life.
Could we have something
from you, Mr Watt?
Mr Watt would like
to say a few words.
I know that as long as this
terrible crime remains unsolved,
the public will always think of me
as the man who murdered his family.
The police could not
find him, but I will.
To him, I say, as long I live...
I shall not rest until you,
who took all that was dear to me,
get what you so rightly deserve.
What is left of my life...
will be spent hunting a monster.
Three guesses who's behind
Willy Watt's release.
Did I say you could sit down?
Come on, Charlie,
I'm front-page news.
Don't mention my name, maybe,
but I'm there, all right,
between the lines.
Get off my table,
will you, you fucking loon?
Now, Tallis,
no-one talks to Peter...
Enjoy your retirement, sir.
Sorry, sir, I thought you'd left.
I had... I have.
I just came back for this.
I believed I was right, Bill.
But I hope, for all our sakes,
you prove me wrong.
We're hoping you can help us
devise a strategy, Bill.
Manuel wants to meet with William.
Provoking his vanity,
that'll be the key.
You need to cast doubt
on anything that he tells you.
You know, push him.
Push him and he'll reveal
more than is good for him.
I want that meeting to be somewhere
very public like a restaurant.
And most important of all,
Laurence, I want you
to be there, too.
Because that way, if Manuel does
say something self-incriminating,
then at least this time
we'll have some corroboration.
Of course.
Agreed.
Now, erm...
Mr Watt...
I hope you realise that Manuel's
going to make it his business
to cause you as much
distress as possible.
And he's going to talk to you
about a subject matter
that's going to be
very hard for you to hear.
Because that's his
twisted idea of fun.
Manuel murdered my wife
and my daughter, Mr Muncie...
there's nothing he can say
or do that can unsettle me.
Afternoon, gents.
Laurence. Mr Manuel.
Willy!
Peter. Good to see you again.
We're a long way from Barlinnie now.
Aren't we just?
Tallis. Charlie Tallis.
That's the man who
killed your family.
A gang boss.
Fancies himself
as a bit of a hard man.
Funny thing is, he was at
Barlinnie the same time we were.
Came in a few weeks after me.
Bastard?
Larry!
Jesus. Sorry, lad, your lovely suit!
No, no, I'm sorry! It's perfectly
all right. No, no, I sha
I shall return momentarily.
Alone at last?
You know, erm... Willy...
were you to gave me a boost,
money-wise, well...
it'd be my sincere pleasure
to put an end to Charlie Tallis.
Well, that's a...
It's an interesting offer.
But, you know, Peter, er...
I would have to know
that Tallis was the one.
You'd need to give me real proof.
Is that right?
Something really incriminating,
Willy?
Now that you mention it...
there was something that
Tallis said about your daughter.
Don't shoot the messenger.
What Charlie said was,
by the time he was out of there...
your little girl Vivienne...
she weren't a virgin no more.
William!
William, for God's sake. William!
You tell Muncie, Larry...
You tell him he'll need to do
a lot better than you two
to get one over on Peter Manuel.
What do you think?
Gorgeous.
C'est tres jolie.
Thank you so much, Mum.
There's no question you will be
the belle of Bellshill Ball.
Jane, it's your go.
"You find a footprint
in the flowerbed".
A man or a woman's shoe? Work it
out, you're the detective
I'll get it.
Who's Dr Barnardo?
It's a charity, sweetie.
Thank you.
Anne Kneilands
was this time of year.
New Year's Day.
And then there was a woman...
that he attacked with
a hammer when he was 15.
That was at Christmas.
Maybe the festive season.
Other people's happiness
brings out the worst in him.
I don't want Jane going
to this dance in Bellshill.
Nor do I, Bill.
Do you want me to tell her?
No, we'll tell her together. OK.
I'm sorry about the wrapping paper,
but it's the thought
that counts, right?
Go on, open them.
Son. Well, try 'em on.
You feel the lining in that.
That's a proper pair
of gentleman's gloves, that is.
Thanks a million, son.
Look at her, she's speechless!
Mum.
You look beautiful.
It's lovely.
Why don't you say something?
About what?
Because you stole
these things, Peter.
Yeah, and you know that.
These are other people's
Christmas presents.
I can't do anything right, can I?
I cannae do anything right
by you three.
Peter, come on, it's Christmas.
Muncie.
OK, send a car.
What's happened?
A girl's gone missing.
We went out about 4:00.
Mother and Izzy...
Isabelle...
were looking after the boys.
Isabelle gave her youngest
Robert his bath.
Then she left about 6:45
to catch the bus over
to the dance in Bellshill.
She was wearing her...
dark blue dress.
It had a white collar attached.
Er... with a navy cardigan.
Matching navy cardigan.
Over that, her blue coat.
And she was carrying
her little peppermint vanity case...
with her dancing pumps
and hairbrush inside.
She told Mother she was taking
the shortcut to the bus stop
across the fields.
What is it, sir?
I know this place.
Think it's hers, sir?
He attacked a woman here
12 years ago...
and I think,
last night, he came back.
I'm meant to be at work.
So, why am I here?
What's happened?
A young woman's gone
missing in Mount Vernon
and I think your brother may
have something to do with it.
Theresa, do you know
where Peter was last night
between the hours of 6:00 and 7:00?
We had a fight on Christmas Day.
He hasn't been home since.
Do you know where he is now? No.
Theresa, I think that you and I
both want the same thing -
no more people hurt.
And I know that when Peter
was in remand in Barlinnie,
you went to see the prison doctor.
Is that because you have got
concerns about his sanity?
I don't have to be here.
I want to leave. Now.
I want to leave now.
It's a breadcrumb trail
of Isabelle's belongings
from where he took her.
Buttons. Her hairbrush.
Dancing shoes.
He's playing games.
He's missing, same location.
It's just 1946 all over again,
only worse.
It's as if he wants to be caught.
For him, getting arrested
would be the biggest thrill of all.
Headlines, face in all the papers...
For being a murderer
of innocent women?
That's not how he sees it.
In his head,
he's a... criminal mastermind.
Do you think the girl's dead?
I don't know how else to read it.
When will you tell the family?
When we find something conclusive.
So...
he's missing, she's missing.
We need manpower.
I'll call in support
from local stations.
Yes?
It's Manuel.
Here I am, public enemy number one.
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