Screen Two (1985–2002): Season 14, Episode 4 - Flowers of the Forest - full transcript
It was very dark,
middle of the night,
when she woke me up.
I didn't know what
was happening,
but my mother said not to worry,
everything would be alright.
She drove us to a
wood or something
and there were
these people there
and they were all dressed
in these long, black robes
and they were standing
round in a circle
and suddenly I was
really frightened.
But when I tried to turn back,
my mother grabbed
hold of my hand
and she said that I was very
special, I'd been chosen.
And then the man in
the middle of the ring
turned round to look
at me. [sobbing].
[Aileen] Shh, aright,
alright, my love.
You're safe now.
He dragged me into
the middle of the ring
and everybody was
looking at me. [sobbing]
They made me forget for so long,
but now I shall never
forget what happened
in the middle of
that ring. [sobbing]
He forced me to eat
a baby. [sobbing]
[Aileen] Who was it, my love?
Tell us who it was.
It was my father.
[gentle melodic music]
Thank you, Estelle.
Thank you.
Thank you for your testimony.
[gentle melodic music]
Now,
I think you all must
realise the courage it takes
to describe in public
those type of memories,
memories of events so horrible,
they don't even
bear thinking about,
but that's what we are
here to think about
and to have the courage to
bring out into the open.
Now I'd like you
all to thank Estelle
for her strength of spirit
in coming here tonight
and sharing with us.
[audience applauding]
[gentle orchestral music]
Violence of a sexual nature.
A little later, a
nine year old boy
using sexual terms far
beyond any normal child-
Our children's minds
are open books.
Who is writing their messages?
Be occupied with jokes
involving faeces and urine,
-penis, vagina.
-Pop music,
with explicitly occult themes.
A fascination with
ghosts and goblins.
These records aimed at
vulnerable teenagers.
Has a history of
cruelty to animals.
Where is this
behaviour coming from?
Where is all this coming from?
All these are indicative,
notice the word,
not cast iron proofs,
but definite indications
of a deeper seated abuse.
Some of the experiences you've
heard so far, I promise you,
you are not going
to want to accept.
Some of the incidences
we are gonna put before
you this weekend,
I can tell you now will
sound so farfetched,
so outrageous as to
be beyond imagination
and I'm not asking
you to believe me,
only believe the survivors
and I promise you, if you
make this pledge to us
to stick with it, to approach
what we say with an open mind,
by the time you leave
here, you will be convinced
as we at the New Morning
Trust are convinced.
Believe me, the children
are dying to tell you,
even if they are
prevented from doing so,
even if they don't
have the words,
who else is going to
care, if not you carers?
Who else is going to listen,
if not you
professional listeners?
[soft melodic music]
Are you alright?
What's the matter?
[Jonathan] The children
will come through,
if only they know there
is somebody out there,
who will accept what they
are struggling to say.
[door closing]
The children will overcome
the darkness of the past,
if only they know
there is someone,
who can show them the
light of the future.
I know it's hard to accept,
it may take a week,
a year, 20 years,
but sooner or later,
the truth will out.
Listen to the children.
No!
[Jonathan] Believe
in the children.
[door opening]
-Amy.
-[Amy gasping sharply]
Get out of my room!
Get out, this is my room,
don't you ever come in here!
You're a barnpot, you
are, you're mental.
This is private.
This is mine.
[Jamie] They should put
you away and not my daddy.
Get out, you wee shite.
[door slamming]
[soft orchestral music]
[car rumbling]
-[car door closing]
-[people talking quietly]
[soft orchestral music]
George, you live down there.
Cup of coffee now, it's
just a cup of coffee.
Aye, well, a cup of coffee
is all you're getting,
10 minutes and you're
out and be quiet,
I don't want you
waking up the bairns.
No, not at all.
[soft melodic music]
George, go home.
What?
Look, will you just bugger off.
[door unlocking]
[door opening]
-[Amy sobbing]
-[knocking on door]
Amy, it's me, sweetheart.
Leave me alone.
All of you, will you
just leave me alone?
[door opening]
It's alright, your mum's here.
You promised,
-you said that you-
-I know, I know
and I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
-Mum.
-Come here.
You're alright now.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.
I've got you, you're fine.
[Amy sobbing]
[background office
workers bustling]
[door opening]
Hi.
I was worried about you.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry,
but those people
gave me the creeps.
I know what you mean.
But you should've stuck around,
you might've learned something.
This job's not just
about helping old ladies
across the street, you know.
Yeah, well, you've got to admit,
it stretches credibility,
human sacrifice to Auld Hornie.
Where was it that
Estelle was from?
-Rotherham.
-[drawer clattering]
Yeah, Rotherham. [sighing]
[children screeching]
Show us your knickers!
[door closing]
I seen them, I seen them!
[children screeching]
I won't let you out,
unless you give me a shag.
James Ogilvie, open
that door at once.
[door opening]
Come here.
[melodic folk music]
* As fair art thou,
my bonnie lass *
* So deep in love am I *
* And I will love
thee still, my dear *
* Till all the seas run dry *
[Magda humming tunefully]
Come on, Annie.
What I would like to know
is who pays you to
inflict this on us?
The council does.
Ah, the taxpayer,
that's me and I
want my money back.
[melodic folk music]
[van rumbling]
[birds chirping]
[letterbox rattling]
-Van's coming.
-Quick!
[car rumbling quietly]
[Driver] It's the Ogilvies.
[cane tapping]
Alright, well, you
look after yourself
and we'll see you
next week, okay.
Oh, aye and what have
you got for us then?
No hurry will lure
back from the dead.
-[footstep squelching]
-[Annie screaming]
Oh, my God!
You call yourself
a community worker?
Well, you should
do something then!
You have to put those
wee buggers away!
[background office
workers bustling]
Oh, Janet, sorry,
have you got a minute?
It's just I've had a
phone call from the police
about a young boy in my-
Yeah, can you handle it, Magda,
'cause I'm up to here
with my own case load.
Yeah, it's just they
caught him tying a banger
to a dog's tail this time.
Magda, I hardly think on
the scale of human atrocity.
Well, I just thought
you should know,
did used to be one of your
families, Jamie Ogilvie.
Nell Ogilvie's kid?
They used to live on
the estate in the town.
[Magda] Yeah, I've
just read the file.
I suppose I did sort of
lose contact with them,
when we moved them
out to Bonniecraig.
What's wrong?
Oh, they're up to all sorts.
Jamie and his wee
sister put a dead rat
through one of the old
ladies' letterboxes
and they're a real pain
to everybody apparently.
Have you been to see them?
No, I've spoken to the mother,
she's not exactly what
you'd call fragrant.
The headmistress says
that she's not even sure
if the mother can cope, but
I just don't want it to seem
like I'm reacting to
community pressure.
Listen, I know that this is
technically your district,
but would you mind if I
came along on this one?
[Magda] No, not at all.
I do know the family.
* Bee baw babbity *
* Babbity, babbity *
* Bee baw babbity *
* A lassie or a laddie *
* I wadna hae a lassie O *
* A lassie O, a lassie O *
* I wadna hae a lassie O *
* A lassie or a laddie,
laddie, laddie *
Oi, you come here!
What do you think you're doing?
-[hand slapping]
-Ow!
Go get your bag.
[Nell muttering]
What have I told you about
that Josie Rainbird, ey?
I hope to God our department
hasn't failed those children.
[gentle orchestral music]
[children chattering quietly]
[door opening]
[hands clapping]
James Ogilvie.
Come on.
-Ow, you wee terror!
-James, James!
Hi Jamie, do you remember me?
-[kick thudding]
-Ow!
Shit!
Shit.
-[door opening]
-[footsteps thudding]
[Jamie breathing heavily]
[door closing]
[door opening]
Alright, Jamie.
[Jamie] I didn't do
nothing, I was only guising.
You're gonna have to have to
come out in the end, Jamie,
you know that, nobody's going
to hurt you, I'll see to that.
[Jamie] I'll
surrender to the cops,
but I'm not going with
that fucking social worker.
Alright now, Jamie,
just calm down.
Come on now, son.
[door clattering]
It's alright, lad,
she's away now.
Then I'm coming out
with my hands up.
[feet thudding to floor]
[door opening]
-[door opening]
-[Cindi shouting]
-Alright now, alright.
-It's alright, Cindi.
You go with the nice
lady, in the car now.
Get away!
You're a dirty, lying
shite! [groaning]
Okay.
[footsteps tapping]
[soft melodic music]
[door opening]
[door opening]
[Nell] I want to see the
Children's Panel Reporter.
Yes, well, I'm afraid Dr.
MacKay's away on holiday
at the moment, Mrs.?
You ken fine well who I am.
I'm sorry?
[Nell] Why have you taken
our Jamie and Cindi?
Ah, yes,
they are temporarily in a
place of safety, Mrs. Ogilvie.
Craigy Hall, you've put
them in Craigy Hall again?
Where's that bitch
that took my bairns?
I think you'd better speak
to your case officer.
I want to see that Hinton woman.
[soft melodic music]
[Janet] Amy, will you just
open the door, please?
I do know what you've
been going through, I do.
I do know, believe me.
You don't know nothing, missus.
Oh, Amy, please, you
know I'm on your side.
You can't make me
do anything anymore.
I just, I just think you
need someone to talk to.
Amy.
I'm always here, if you need me.
The police have had more than
one complaint, Mrs. Ogilvie.
Aye, well, you should
never have shifted us,
stuck up shites.
[Gordon] I'm afraid this
department has determined
that your children
might well be at risk.
-[knocking on door]
-[door opening]
[background office
workers bustling]
[door closing]
[Magda] Cup of
tea, Mrs. Ogilvie?
I didn't come 13 miles
for a cup of tea, hen,
I can make my own fucking tea.
Now you tell me what my
bairns are at risk from?
Well, they may well be
at risk from themselves.
The only thing they
were at risk from
is doing 10 years
in Perth Prison,
did you not read
that in my file, hen?
Yes, I did, Mrs. Ogilvie.
[Nell] And did you
not ken it was me,
it was my evidence, that put
that filthy bastard in there?
I really think we ought to wait
for a more senior case officer.
You know, I wish I'd
never come to you lot,
I should've just sorted
this out on my own.
You see, this really is
the kind of attitude-
-It's me, isn't it?
-Mrs. Ogilvie-
It's me that you want
to protect my kids from?
Well, what am I
supposed to have done?
I love my bairns.
[birds chirping]
[door opening]
Please wait.
Will you give
these to our Cindi?
She'll not go to sleep
without her animals.
[gentle melodic music]
[door closing]
What exactly are we looking for?
Oh, anything really.
-Bad boy, bad boy.
-Any indication.
I want to know what's making
her act so antisocially.
Where'd she get that?
It was just on the toy shelf.
No, the idea, the
concept of a circle.
[Cindi] Mr. Monster Master.
[gentle melodic music]
[Jamie sobbing quietly]
[door opening]
[Doctor] Cindi.
Just sit yourself up there.
Now, you know this isn't
going to hurt you, don't you?
[gentle melodic music]
[Janet] What's that, Cindi?
Round and round.
Hm-mm.
It's a circle, isn't it?
A very big circle.
Big circle.
-How big is it, Cindi?
-It's big.
[background office
workers bustling]
We're getting her
to pictorialize
what she acted out in play.
Yes, yes, I can see that.
[Janet] There are a lot of
people, aren't there, Cindi?
Lots and lots of people.
[Janet] Who are they?
-Who are the people?
-Don't know.
Did you check on
what's his name,
Nell Ogilvie's boyfriend?
Alec Byrne?
According to the case notes,
it was only the teenager,
Amy, that Byrne was
abusing, wasn't it?
I'm afraid that was my
opinion at the time too.
Well, from Cindi's medical
reports then and now,
the doctor found no
evidence of abuse.
Well, I've asked for
a second opinion,
those tests are
notoriously subjective.
Was Jamie there?
Jamie was naughty, wasn't he?
Jamie's my brother.
I know he is, what
did Jamie do, Cindi?
[Gordon sighing heavily]
What happened to Jamie?
I don't want to play
anymore, it's boring.
Don't you want to
finish your picture?
Don't you want to draw
the person in the middle?
[Cindi] I don't want
to, you can't make me.
Not exactly a lot
to go on, is there?
I honestly think
we need more time.
I mean, that child,
without any prompting,
-has volunteered us a circle.
-What about the boy?
He clams up whenever
we go near him
and she clams up whenever
we mention his name.
Well, that in itself could
be really indicative.
Are you sure you're
equipped to do this?
I'm sure you'd be the
first to admit, Gordon,
that there's no one
in the department
with proper disclosure skills,
as yet.
You realise that I shall have
to clear it with the Panel,
before I can authorise
outside assistance?
Thank you for coming,
Mrs. Matthews.
Aileen, my love.
I don't want to waste your time.
I thought I'd started
out quite well
and then I seem to
be getting nowhere.
I may be completely
overreacting.
Well, let's hope so, for
the sake of those children.
Has she volunteered us a circle?
What about the toys?
They're ours.
Apart from the dog, the pony
and the green bear, she
used that for Jamie.
They belong to Cindi.
How did they get there?
Well, she's always
got them with her,
her sister gave them to me.
[Cindi] "Come in here,"
says Mr. Monster Master
in the middle for
the diddly dizzle.
Well, we should get those
away from her immediately.
[Cindi] Jamie, Jamie.
[Aileen] Even the
most innocent objects
can carry messages
or trigger responses.
Come on, Jamie into the ring.
-Bad boy, Jamie.
-[toys thudding softly]
Bad boy.
[soft melodic music]
[toy cars clattering]
Should we talk again, Jamie?
I'm playing.
What are you playing at?
I'm playing not talking to you.
[toy car whirring]
[Jamie humming tunelessly]
[Aileen] Let's put the
camera on, shall we?
It's boring.
Oh, don't you like videos?
Hm?
What kind of videos do you like?
-[toy car clattering]
-Satan.
[Aileen] What sort are they?
[Jamie] When they
make you frightened.
[Aileen] Oh, do you
like being frightened?
[Jamie] Don't mind.
-I'm sure you don't really.
-[toys clattering to floor]
What do you get
scared of, Jamie?
-I don't know.
-[toy car clattering]
[Aileen] In the night?
No.
[Aileen] Don't you get
frightened of the dark?
I know I do.
-[toys clattering]
-Sometimes.
It's frightening in
the night, isn't it?
Why do you want to know?
I want to know what makes
the night so frightening.
[toys clattering]
The most horrible things.
What sort of things?
Ghosts.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
Everybody's seen
ghosts, you barnpot.
Have they?
Where did you see a ghost?
At night.
When you were in the ring?
I don't know!
[toy clattering]
[soft melodic music]
[magazines thudding]
[soft melodic music]
[Constable] Do you want
to have a look at these?
I was reading that.
[Janet] Were you?
It's a library book.
Just get out of here
and leave us alone.
[children playing in distance]
My laddie's got that,
drives me bloody mental.
I'm sure they're gonna think
there's nothing in this.
I'm not so sure I
don't feel the same.
But you see, my love,
the very fact that they're
being so uncooperative
might be significant in itself.
We, none of us can imagine
what kind of threats
might've been made to
those poor, little ones.
Maybe even they can't.
[door opening]
[door closing]
[Gordon] Mrs. Matthews.
[Aileen] Mr. Weir, good morning.
Has Janet explained?
It's a different system up
here from south of the border,
it does take a bit
of getting used to.
Essentially the
Children's Panel Reporter
has to be fully briefed
on any referral,
normally a formality,
but I thought
if we were to make a decision
to keep you on board,
you ought to meet Dr.
MacKay as soon as possible,
-now that she's back.
-[door opening]
[door closing]
Elizabeth, decent
break, I trust?
Very relaxing, thank
you, but now I'm back.
This is Mrs. Matthews
of the New Day-
New Morning Trust.
Aileen, my love.
[zip whirring]
How long have you had these
children, Mrs. Hinton?
In care?
Aye, how long have they been
in your no doubt capable hands?
-11 days now.
-I see.
And what about your questioning?
Well, our disclosure
workers averaged
about two one-hour
sessions a day.
Not an awful lot to show for
over 20 hours interrogation,
would you say?
Dr. MacKay, I'm afraid
these poor, little souls
are still in denial.
Have you perhaps
considered that may be
because they've got
nothing to confess?
Well, I think that
this is a question
of a really
deep-seated repression.
There is something that they're
not quite letting on to us.
[Elizabeth] On the basis
of a three-day course,
you feel competent to
make that diagnosis?
With respect, Dr. MacKay,
worldwide research has shown
that this is not essentially
a medical matter.
My doctorate is in
philosophy actually.
Mr. Weir's department
is accountable to
the local authority,
I am accountable to
the local community.
Who is the New Morning Trust
accountable to, Mrs. Matthews?
With respect-
[Elizabeth] Whenever
somebody uses that phrase,
I usually find it means
exactly the opposite.
[Janet] You have no expertise
in this area, Dr. MacKay.
You may well be
right, Mrs. Hinton,
but I do have knowledge
of Nell Ogilvie
and the poor soul's more
sinned against than sinning
in my admittedly
inexpert opinion.
We're on the verge
of disclosure here.
[door opening]
-[door closing]
-Ah, coffee, ladies.
Thank you, Magda.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Well, here we are.
You are technically the
case officer, Miss Lewis,
you must have an opinion?
Well, the little boy's
not really given us
a great deal to
go on, Dr. MacKay.
[Elizabeth] And
what about the girl?
Well, she was only four,
when her father was put away,
but there is an awful lot
of aggression in her play.
Well, it has to
come from somewhere.
Neither of them have
had what you could call
a regular childhood.
This is not about making
normative judgements
about that family's
lifestyle, Magda.
I really feel that
Cindi and Jamie
are trying to reach out to
us on a very deep level.
We, none of us knows
what this wee girl's
trying to say to us.
It is the network aspect,
that we'd like to
pursue at this time.
Yes, I think Janet is
absolutely right about that.
Now, there's a Panel meeting
next Wednesday, Mr. Weir?
[Gordon] Yes.
You've already had them
for well over a week.
If I've got nothing
more than this to go on,
in five days' time, I fully
intend to recommend a deal,
where the children go
back to their mother.
That should be plenty of time.
Dr. MacKay, I think
it's absolutely crucial,
that these children are kept
in isolation at this moment.
I wasn't aware that
they had the plague.
[soft melodic music]
I only hope your opinion
is not going to place
these children in
the gravest of risks.
These are very
frightened young people.
Yes, and this fear
is in and of itself
an absolutely classic
indicator of SRA.
SRA?
Satanic Ritual Abuse.
Aye, well,
[zip whirring]
let's leave Auld
Hornie out of this
for the time being, shall we?
[birds chirping]
[car rumbling quietly]
[Janet] Hello, Amy.
Are you going into town?
I could give you a lift.
Oh, come on, Amy, I'm
not gonna bite you.
You know what they
say about yous lot?
[Janet] What's that, Amy?
What's the difference
between a social worker
and a Rottweiler?
I don't know, tell
me in the car?
Oh, come on, why
waste your bus fare?
With a Rottweiler, you
might get your kids back.
[Janet] And a social
worker can take you
to see your brother and sister.
[car idling]
I'm not supposed to do this,
but it could be arranged,
if you promise not
to tell anyone.
Oh, come on, why not?
Go away then, park
yourself round the corner,
I'll meet you there.
I don't want my mother seeing me
getting in a car with you.
[car rumbling]
Cindi told us all
about the ring, Jamie.
-She didn't.
-Yes, she did, she told us.
-I bet she didn't.
-Why don't you tell us?
-No, shut up.
-We all know about it.
Then why are you asking me?
What happened there?
Wasn't very nice, was it?
She promised she'd not tell.
Why wasn't it very nice, ey?
What happens in that
ring, my lovely?
Nothing, get stuffed.
[car rumbling]
They're not bad
children, are they?
Get away with you, they're
a pair of wee devils,
the both of them.
[Janet] What makes you say that?
Well, they're kids, aren't they?
Wouldn't you like children, Amy?
I thought you were
taking me to Craigy Hall.
I thought I might
have a spot of lunch.
Would you like to join me?
I want to go home.
I've no bloody money
for a spot of lunch.
Come on, Amy,
my treat.
Yeah?
Cindi told us what
they did to you.
[Jamie] No, nothing.
[Aileen] Cindi
said they hurt you.
I don't care what Cindi said.
[Aileen] They hurt
you, didn't they?
I was a bad lad.
So they hurt you,
because you were naughty?
That's not what I
said, you're lying!
Try this.
[background people chattering]
It's tasty.
Pepper?
[Amy] Aye.
[pepper grinder crunching]
-And signorina as well?
-Thank you.
[pepper grinder crunching]
Right, okay.
[Aileen] Cindi said
you were there.
It's a lie.
Why would she lie?
I don't know.
She's your sister,
she loves you.
Why would she lie?
Not Cindi, it's
you that's lying!
It's you that's the bloody liar!
[background people chattering]
Zabaglione a la marsala.
[Janet] Like it?
It's not so bad.
It doesn't have to
happen again, you know,
not if you don't want it to.
I just want to forget
about it, alright?
It's all over and done with.
Oh, come on, Amy, I
know what's going on,
I've been talking
to Jamie and Cindi.
What have they been saying?
[Janet] What do you think
they've been saying?
Och, they're only bairns,
what do they know?
You can't hide
things from children.
They don't know
nothing about me.
[Janet] Amy, they do know.
They're involved, aren't they?
Who was in the middle
of the ring, Jamie?
-I don't know.
-I'm sure you do.
None of your business.
Cindi said it was a man.
I don't care what Cindi said.
Do you know him?
Do you know who he is?
Cindi called him the Master?
Who is he, Jamie?
I don't know.
Hm.
Who is he, who's the Master?
He's not the Master, stupid.
[Aileen] Cindi said
he was the Master.
-And she's stupid too.
-Who is he?
Who is the Master?
He's not the Master,
he's the Controller.
The Controller?
What does he look like, Jamie?
All in black.
Yes.
He dresses all in
black, does he?
And his face?
You can't see his face, stupid.
[Aileen] Why can't
you see his face?
He doesn't want you
to see his face.
What does he do, the Controller?
[Jamie] Nasty man.
Did you hurt you, Jamie, did he?
He kills them.
Did you see him kill people?
Not people, stupid, animals.
Does he hurt children
as well, does he?
He eats them all up.
What's his name, Jamie?
[Jamie] He doesn't
have a bloody name.
But the others do, don't they?
-[Jamie sighing]
-Was your mummy there?
No.
-Who was there?
-I'm not telling.
Oh, come on, Cindi's told us.
Who else was there, Jamie?
Why doesn't Jamie
want to tell us?
Nobody.
Who else was there?
Did your mummy take you there?
No.
[Aileen] Who did take you there?
[Jamie] Mr. Rainbird.
Who?
Mr. bloody Rainbird.
[soft melodic music]
[Aileen sighing]
Why did you bring me here?
I thought you might like it.
[soft melodic music]
[pager beeping]
Sorry, love, I've just
got make a phone call,
I won't be a minute, alright.
-Sorry, excuse me.
-[door opening]
[traffic rumbling quietly]
[door closing]
[car door closing]
-[car engine starting]
-[car rumbling]
[background people chattering]
[soft melodic music]
[door opening]
[door creaking]
[door closing]
Amy, I don't think you
should go home right now.
Why don't you stay
with me tonight?
Everyone's looking at me.
No, they're not.
You only brought me here,
so that everyone
could look at me.
Oh, well then,
let them have a good gawp
at the both of us, come on.
Sod them all.
[door opening]
Magda, Jamie's given us
confirmation of a ring,
they've said they've
been taken to a big house
in its own grounds and they've
been repeatedly abused.
Sounds like Craigy Hall to me.
Magda, this is a
real breakthrough.
This is the first step
on the road to freedom.
[background office
workers bustling]
[footsteps tapping]
-What did you say?
-Nothing!
-What did you tell them?
-Nothing!
-I'll get you, let me go!
-Get off!
[Jamie] Leave me alone!
Let me go!
Let me go!
[sobbing] He said he loved me.
Some kind of love.
Nobody said it before.
[Janet] He made you, Amy.
You didn't choose to do it.
Listen, you have got,
you have got to tell me
what's been happening to you.
He put it
in my mouth.
It wasn't just him, was it?
[Amy sobbing]
They carved my baby
out of my body.
My perfect baby.
[Janet] Who, who was it, Amy?
Will you just get away
from me? [sobbing]
It wasn't just
Alec Byrne, was it?
It wasn't just your stepfather?
It's still going on, isn't it?
You've got to tell
me who they are.
He'll kill me.
He'll rip out my tongue like
they ripped out my baby.
No.
Everybody knows about me.
I'm not gonna let
anybody hurt you.
[Amy sobbing]
Listen, Amy, listen
to me, listen to me.
If you tell me what you know,
then your future starts today.
But if you keep quiet,
all those children,
they don't even have a future.
Do you see?
[soft melodic music]
[birds chirping]
[car rumbling]
[soft orchestral music]
[car window rattling]
[soft orchestral music]
[horse neighing]
[soft orchestral music]
[crow cawing loudly]
[crow cawing]
[Janet sighing]
[wings flapping]
[car engine starting]
[car rumbling]
[soft orchestral music]
There's a network
at Bonniecraig.
Janet, you're
personally convinced?
I don't think we've
got a choice, Gordon.
I think we've got to
believe the children.
[Gordon] But what exactly
is it we've got to believe?
Look, Gordon, you
know as well I do,
that cases such as
this in other regions
have proved
notoriously difficult
to bring before the courts.
But at least now we do have
the testimony of the children.
That's all very well, but
I have to make the case
to Dr. MacKay and
the Children's Panel.
I'm fully confident, that
testimony will in time
be confirmed and extended by
the eldest Ogilvie daughter.
We need to continue
the sessions.
[Gordon sighing]
I've already elicited
the names of a family,
who came to live in the area
shortly before the
accusations of abuse
against Alec Byrne even started,
while the Ogilvies were
still living in the town.
I mean, there's
nothing ordinarily,
that would connect
these two families.
They're of a higher
socioeconomic and
educational standing
than the Ogilvies.
Are they on our files?
[Janet] Not yet.
Who are they?
I think it's best
if from now on,
as few people as
possible know exactly
what those children are
specifically disclosing.
You've just got to
trust me, Gordon.
These are allegations of
serious criminal offences!
What do the police have to say?
I'm afraid we don't
know the extent
of the community
involvement as yet.
Are you suggesting?
Listen, if you think we're
sitting on a network here,
I really do want those
other children at risk
brought immediately into care.
No, please, Gordon.
Look, we don't know what
we're dealing with here.
Can you not see, it would
be fatal to show our hand,
before we have some idea of
how far this ring extends
and who is at the heart of it,
this person that they
call the Controller.
Oh.
[laughs] Do you not want
to believe me, Gordon?
It isn't a question
of belief, it's just,
I really cannot
in all conscience
continue to deploy extra
departmental personnel
on a matter of this gravity.
You can carry on your
sessions yourself,
but you'll have to do it
without the New Morning Trust.
Thanks Gordon, I knew I
could rely on you. [sighs]
-[door opening]
-[door closing]
I'm a much more experienced
case officer than Gordon.
It is not the role
of this department
to be swayed by
community pressure.
He was born without
a backbone, that one.
But it would seem he's possessed
of the one qualification
I could never match,
a bloody penis,
however minuscule presumably.
Sorry, I don't know why
I'm being so defensive.
Maybe it's because
you're under attack.
Phone me day or night, promise?
[muffled train
announcer speaking]
-Thank you, my love.
-[chair scraping floor]
-I'm not gonna let this go.
-I know that.
I need to go through
the literature,
get an awareness of some
kind of an overview,
where the other cases fell down.
[Aileen] No.
Oh, I've got to be prepared
for that Panel hearing.
No, what you need
is a bit of a break.
Why don't you come home
with me for the weekend?
Oh no, I don't think I should
leave the young people.
[Aileen] The children
are safe now,
no one's gonna
touch them anymore.
I got Amy a place in the hostel.
She's writing it
down, like you said,
Good, she could do with
some space, so could you.
Come on, if you hurry
home and pack a bag,
we can still make
the connection.
[train rumbling]
Why don't I drive us?
That'd be really nice.
Provided you don't intend
to smoke all the way.
[Janet laughing]
[car rumbling]
[car door opening]
Here we are then.
[car door closing]
Damned if you do,
damned if you don't.
Media laughingstock.
The so-called
caring professions.
God, I'd like to see
any of them do it.
They don't even have to see
what we deal with every day.
Somebody has to care.
This bloody society.
Is that what you really believe?
All I ever wanted was to
be an enabler, [sighs]
to help people
empower themselves,
that's all I wanted.
I mean, is it my fault they
seem resolutely conditioned
to stay powerless?
Christ.
Smooth television
personalities, senators,
Congressmen,
teenage babysitters,
all meet together in the
biggest criminal conspiracy
this world has ever seen,
bigger than the Vatican,
bigger than the Mafia
and their one demented purpose
is to perform human sacrifice
to their master, Lucifer.
-Wow.
-Call him by his evil name.
This is a wee bit
keen, isn't it?
Magda, the time you
spend outside work
is as important as
the hours you put in.
The thing about this
profession, it's like quicksand,
it can suck you in, I've seen
it happen too many times.
I just want to do a little bit
-of extra work.
-Leave it till Monday.
Who is this?
Dr. Jonathan Torrance,
keynote speaker at the Believe
the Children Conference.
Is it usual for social workers
to be trained by
outside agencies?
We'd be foolish not to draw
on extramural expertise.
We can't afford to be insular.
Yeah, but he's a
Doctor of Divinity
from the Beulahland Scriptural
Academy in Oklahoma.
Where did you get this?
I sent for it from
the New Morning Trust.
There was no overtly
religious dimension
to those weekend
seminars, was there?
Yeah, well, doesn't
that make it worse?
Magda, maybe, [sighs]
maybe you're not the right
person to be involved in this.
Don't you think
I've got a future
in this profession, Gordon?
Haven't I always
tried to support you?
I just think that in
your situation, that-
Torrance has no
psychotherapeutic training,
-he's a "Bible" basher.
-You can't condemn a man
-for his beliefs.
-But he believes
that the Great Beast
666 is alive and well
and poised to
conquer planet Earth.
That's as maybe, but the
problem is as I see it,
so does this network.
Do you really think that's
what we're dealing with
here in Bonniecraig?
I don't know what's
happening here,
but if there's a
organised paedophile ring
operating in my region, I'm
not going to lay myself open
to the accusation of ignoring
it, do you understand that?
Do you?
Yes.
This is not your case anymore.
For your own sake,
Magda, please get a life.
Listen, do you fancy a
spot of lunch or something?
The fact is I'm on
my own this weekend,
Susan's taken the children
to their grandparents.
Aye, you're right, Gordon, I
really ought to get a life.
[door opening]
[soft orchestral music]
[water splashing]
[soft orchestral music]
If there has been
continuing ritualised abuse,
then we're going to need
to find the evidence,
that will put these
perpetrators away.
No evidence is the
evidence, Janet.
You can't still believe this
is about a couple of perverts
exploiting children in a
small, Highland town, can you?
Oh, it's not a question
of what I believe, is it?
And we've got precious
little corroboration
for anything we've heard.
Dr. Torrance says the
most perfect conspiracy
is the one that nobody
believes exists,
the one that leaves no trace,
except in the minds
of the victims.
These people are
powerful, Janet,
because they have
a source of power
and if you're gonna fight them,
you're gonna need an
even greater strength.
What's your source
of power, Janet?
The Social Work Act.
[soft melodic music]
I have a power, Janet.
Aren't you going to
ask me what it is?
Well, I think I can probably
guess actually, Aileen.
Can you?
Listen, you're entitled
to your beliefs,
it's just that...
I'd prefer it, if you
didn't impose them on me.
My faith can explain what's
happening in the world.
Maybe it's your belief
system that needs stretching.
Well, I think I'd better
be making tracks soon.
Oh,
alright.
I'm sorry, love, this is
meant to be your weekend off
and I've driven you away.
[birds chirping]
[knocking on door]
[clock ticking]
[knocking on door]
Whatever it is you're
selling, I'm not buying!
[Magda] Annie, please, it's me!
I'm taking my Alsatian
off the lead! [barking]
[Magda] [laughs]
It's Magda Lewis
from the Community Centre!
Ey?
[Magda] Magda Lewis from
the Community Centre!
[sighs] Oh, God.
[door unlocking]
[door opening]
Have you nothing better to do
with yourself at the weekend?
[Magda] I need to
speak to you, Annie.
[door chain rattling]
Come away in.
[door closing]
[clock ticking]
So it's true what they
say about yon tink, a man?
[Magda] What's that then?
Oh, that he messed about,
interfered with
that young lassie.
[Magda] Aye.
What do you know about
the other kids, Annie?
Och, that lot, Vipers,
Vandals and Visigoths,
you saw for yourself.
Who do they pal about with?
A few, we're respectable
folk at Bonnycraig.
[Magda] I know you are.
I don't know what the
council were thinking about
shoving them in here.
Do they know anyone who'd
live in a big house?
Oh, they say white settlers,
you know, the incomers live
at the top of the hill?
[Magda] Who's that then?
You know fine, you and
that catgut scraper,
that plays down at
your torture chamber.
What's his name, Terry,
does he live around here?
Aye, Terry Rainbird.
He's English, you know,
him and his Rabbie Burns,
more Scottish than the
Scots, I don't think.
[Magda] How do you know them?
They go to the kirk.
Oh, they're religious then?
Oh, harvest suppers, Christmas
dates for the old folks,
collections for the
starving Africans.
They're do gooders, I
think just like yourself.
Why would they be friendly
with the Ogilvies?
Aye, took the wee
ones to Edinburgh.
Jamie and Cindi?
Not just Jamie and Cindi,
the village wee ones,
they took them to the circus.
Did they now?
[soft melodic music]
-[doorbell ringing]
-[letterbox rattling]
[knocking on door]
[doorbell ringing]
Mrs. Ogilvie, please
open the door.
[knocking on window]
Mrs. Ogilvie, look, I've
got to speak to you.
Mrs. Ogilvie, nobody knows I'm
here, open the door please.
[soft melodic music]
[Nell] You not find
enough reading material
on your last wee trawl, hen?
[Magda] Did you buy these books?
[Nell] Does it make
any difference?
It might.
Did the Rainbirds
give you this one?
What's this got to
do with my bairns?
Last year, when they
went to the circus,
it was the Rainbirds that
took them, wasn't it?
Do you think I was happy
taking charity from them?
What happened?
What did the kids say,
when they came back?
You people.
I need to know, Nell.
Don't you Nell me?
I'm sorry.
[Nell sighing heavily]
One bit of bad luck, your
life's not your own anymore.
[children playing in distance]
Our Jamie was a right wee
bastard, if you must know.
Becky Rainbird, Lady
bloody Bountiful,
she bought all the wee
bairns a monkey on a stick.
Jamie broke the
elastic on his one,
wouldn't jump up
and down anymore.
So he grabbed their
wee lassie's dolly
and he ripped it apart,
she was still carrying on
about it, when they got back.
When Cindi told me
what had happened.
I clouted him.
And then that bloody
fiddler, Terry Rainbird,
he has the nerve
to start in on me,
how I'm not to touch my
own bairns in my own house.
I told him to bugger off back
to England and leave us alone
and then I hit Jamie again.
So there you go, social worker,
maybe you're not wrong
to take the bairns away
from their right
fuck up of a mother.
Mrs. Ogilvie,
I'll go and see the
Children's Panel Reporter
and I'll do everything
I can to make sure
Jamie and Cindi are
back home on Thursday.
But what about Amy?
You'll not get her to come back.
-Why, where is she?
-Oh, don't play
-the innocent with me.
-Honestly, I have-
I'm not good enough
for her anymore.
She's away with your Ms. Hinton.
[car rumbling]
[car doors closing]
[upbeat pop music]
[footsteps approaching]
[knocking on window]
[door opening]
[Hostel Supervisor]
Can I help you?
Yeah, we're here
to see Amy Ogilvie.
How did you know she was here?
I'm Magda Lewis from
Social Services.
Where is she?
I'm not sure she wants visitors.
She'll see me.
Just wait there please.
[footsteps ascending stairs]
[muffled upbeat pop music]
[lighter clicking]
[footsteps descending stairs]
She's not in.
You'll have to leave.
I know fine well she's up there.
[Hostel Supervisor] She
doesn't have to see anybody,
-if she doesn't want to.
-I'm her mother.
Aye, I know very
well who you are.
Come on, Mrs. Ogilvie.
Thank you.
[door opening]
[door closing]
[footsteps descending stairs]
Well, thanks very
much for everything.
I'm sorry, Janet, I come
on a bit strong sometimes.
It's just, since
I found my faith,
everything's fallen
into place for me.
But you're a professional,
I know what you
must think of me.
What do you mean?
I used to be just
a little housewife,
who wouldn't say boo
and then I started working
with the occult survivors
and you wouldn't believe
the things I've heard.
Oh,
I think I might.
Nobody listens.
Everyone thinks we're crackpots.
-No.
-It breaks your heart.
[Aileen sighing]
Still, you'll fight
it in your own way.
You don't mind if I
pray for you, do you?
Can't do any harm, I suppose.
-Hm, it can't.
-[doorbell ringing]
I won't be a minute.
[door opening]
Hello, my loves.
-Hello.
-Hi.
-Come in.
-Thanks.
[door closing]
I think you've met
Estelle, haven't you?
-And Martin, Janet.
-Hello.
Was it you uncovered
the Highland ring?
Thank you, we're
very proud of you.
Well, I'm not sure that pride
is an appropriate response.
Us survivors depend
on people like you.
Yeah, well, I suppose
I'd better be-
It's our group tonight.
Are you not going to join us?
It's a shame you can't stay,
because it might give you
an idea of how Amy feels.
[doorbell ringing]
Could you get that
for me, Martin?
[soft melodic music]
[sighs] What's happened
to all these people
is happening to her right now.
Don't abandon her, please.
She's a victim, even
if she doesn't know it.
This exists,
I'm the evidence.
[door opening]
[footsteps tapping]
-Amy.
-Get away from me.
-Amy.
-You gave me to him.
You let him have me.
[Amy spitting]
[soft melodic music]
[melodic orchestral music]
[door opening]
[Magda] I've got to
talk to you, Dr. MacKay.
No one else will listen to me.
-Thank you.
-[wiping feet]
[door closing]
Look, all I have right now
is a case of intrafamilial
sexual abuse,
which may well extend
outside of the family
and which might possibly
have ritual components.
Components?
They take over you completely,
they can brainwash you,
so you can never tell on them.
They pass demonic threats
through records, books,
even through little
child's toys.
No wonder the victims are
too scared to speak out.
Look, all I know for a fact
is that this young woman of mine
was made pregnant
by her stepfather,
when she was 12 years old
and had to be aborted.
I mean, we can't
prove anything else.
A person can't live without
burying those memories.
What do you mean?
When you're just a
little, innocent child.
When you've been in the
middle of their ring.
They controlled my mind so deep,
I couldn't remember anything.
I don't expect
you to believe me.
[Martin] Nobody else
seems to want to.
So everything you told
me at the weekend?
All true.
It took her years to rediscover.
I'd repressed every last detail,
until I went into therapy.
Yeah, but it's me,
who has to demonstrate
that we're dealing
with ritual abuse.
You still won't
say it, will you?
You still won't admit what
you now know to be true.
This is networked,
international,
global conspiracy.
This is satanic abuse.
This is done in
the name of Satan.
The family at the centre
of this apparent network
are what they call white
settlers here in Bonniecraig,
the Rainbirds, I'm
pretty sure of that.
Do you know them?
Well, I didn't know that I did,
but he helps out
with the old folks
and he's always seemed
genuine enough to me.
Last year, they took
the Ogilvie kids
to Edinburgh to the circus
and Jamie ripped up the
little Rainbird girl's dolly.
He was punished for it, I'm
sure that still upsets the lad,
but I think that's where the
idea of the circle came from
and I can't help wondering
whether the Master
they talk about
with the black cloak and
the whip is the ringmaster.
Well, it's possible, isn't it?
Before I was systematically
shut out from the disclosures,
I was told that Jamie
calls him the Controller.
Now I know this sounds daft,
but the Rainbirds passed on
some books to Nell Ogilvie
for her kids and one of them
was a "Thomas the Tank Engine."
The Fat Controller,
[chuckles] splendid.
[Magda] Maybe I just
don't want to face up
to what's going on.
Oh, it sounds a perfectly
plausible alternative
to me, Ms. Lewis.
I'm sure that's not all
there is to it, Dr. MacKay,
the Ogilvies are not a
particularly functional family.
How many are, that
we come across?
Still, this sounds a
sight more commonsensical,
than a cabal of devil
worshipers in our midst.
You're gonna have
to go back there
and face insults and ignorance.
You're gonna have to deal
with the most
concocted explanations
of why those poor children
can't possibly be
telling the truth.
You're gonna be
told what you know
in your heart of hearts is too
fantastical to be believed.
You're gonna have to face
resistance from your community.
Your superiors are
gonna stand against you.
You're gonna face
resistance and retraction.
It happens all the time.
Even those children of yours
are gonna turn against you
and say that you put
words in their mouths.
We know what those
kids have been through.
We know what you're
going through
and we know what's to
come, believe me, we know.
We're the only ones
who can help you.
We'll convene a
meeting immediately,
we should be able to
get enough folk together
and then I think three of us
might pay a visit
to Craigy Hall.
I think these children
would be best served,
if they slept in their
own beds tonight.
[footsteps tapping]
[paper rustling]
[door opening]
-Janet.
-[door slamming]
I've been leaving messages
for you everywhere,
we've had quite an
eventful weekend.
Why are the Ogilvie children
no longer in a place of safety?
I have made the decision to
suspend disclosure sessions.
The Reporter and I are
entirely persuaded,
that further questioning
is not in the best interest
of those children at this time.
You can't do that.
I have made my decision.
You can put your
arguments to the Panel.
Do you not understand
those children need me now?
They're in imminent danger.
Not according to the
area case officer.
Disclosure means nothing,
if we suspect contamination.
Now I made sure
that those children
were rigorously isolated.
I'm away for a couple
of days and now this.
Your task is over, the
children have told us.
Oh, Christ.
Oh, Christ.
[gentle melodic music]
They told me that
this is how they work.
What are you saying?
If Jamie and Cindi
are retracting now,
it's because they've
been made to retract.
Gordon, who went to
see them with you?
Magda, will you join us please?
I must say, she was very
helpful in your absence.
No doubt.
[door opening]
[gentle melodic music]
[Gordon] Would you
inform the case officer
of the pertinent information
you've uncovered?
It's about the Rainbirds.
[Gordon] They are
your candidates
for ringleaders, aren't they?
Yeah, they are.
I won't ask how you found out.
Well, it didn't exactly
take Sherlock Holmes, Janet.
Magda thinks she's found
an entirely innocent way
to connect them to
Jamie and Cindi,
a seemingly rational
explanation.
And you choose to
believe her speculations,
over the painful results
of hours of rigorous
disclosure work
objectively conducted by
her professional mentor
and an outside
expert in the field?
Your Aileen and her
blessed New Morning Trust
have put words into the mouths
of those poor, brainwashed
children, until they told you
exactly what it was
that you wanted to hear.
Gordon, did you go
and see them with her?
Yes.
And now they're in disavowal?
Look, any trouble that
family has right now
comes from this department,
Amy Ogilvie needed counselling
about what Alec Byrne did to
her, not some satanic ring.
You haven't been to see Amy?
You haven't been to see my Amy!
You don't know what you're
dealing with here, Magda!
Listen to me, Janet,
I'll tell you what I know
-and what I don't know, okay.
-Magda, please.
Why don't you? I'd
like to hear it.
When I was 12 years old,
I was walking home from the
Girl Guides across the meadows
and there was this man
waiting there for me.
In court, they said he had a
history of mental disturbance
and he didn't know
what he was doing.
He knew what to
do to me, alright.
Magda, you don't need to say
anything you might regret.
No, I think I do.
I know what Amy
Ogilvie's been through
and her poor mother, who
thinks it's her fault,
just like I blamed my
mother, who sent me out there
and I blamed my father, because
he didn't come to meet me
and then I blamed myself for
going out in the first place.
-Oh, Christ, Magda.
-These things happen, Janet.
You know, I was in therapy
for seven and a half years
and it wasn't to
help me remember.
Unlike those poor children
you've been working on,
I had no bother remembering,
because I relived it every
day of my waking life
and then I replayed it every
night in my nightmares,
-when I went to sleep.
-Please, Magda.
Every dirty, little
detail that happened
and some that
probably never did.
How can you be sure of that?
I would've been thankful
for a touch of repression.
Listen, Magda, you
can talk to me.
Oh, screw you, Janet, you
are worse than the problem.
[Magda breathing heavily]
You knew all about
this, didn't you?
Where's my Amy now?
[Gordon] Still in
the hostel, I assume.
Then somebody had better
see what they can do
to rescue this situation,
before it gets even
more out of control.
[door slamming]
[door opening]
[background office
workers bustling]
[Gordon sighing]
[car rumbling]
[birds chirping]
[car door closing]
[door closing]
[gentle melodic music]
Oh, God.
She had a real go at herself.
We only just got to her in time.
Will you call my director?
[gentle melodic music]
It's all right, Amy.
It's alright.
[ambulance siren wailing]
I'm not gonna let
them get to you.
[gentle melodic music]
[ambulance door closing]
[ambulance door closing]
[ambulance engine starting]
[ambulance doors closing]
[ambulance siren wailing]
[gentle melodic music]
I shall need your
authorization to keep Amy away
from any other member
of this department
and my children,
I want them back.
I'll talk to Dr. MacKay.
I think your safest
course of action
might be for you to insist
that the local authority
place the Children's
Panel Reporter
under immediate suspension.
Janet, she acted in good faith.
Can you still not see
what's happening here?
I suspect Dr. MacKay may be a
member of this ritual network.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
It's alright, Janet, I
can see now that Magda,
Magda's experience might well
have influenced her judgement .
Gordon, this has got
nothing to do with judgement
and how come your fragrant
Magda here just happened to know
the names of the family at
the centre of this outrage?
I mean, how come Magda Lewis,
against all departmental
codes of practise
just happened to be at Nell
Ogilvie's house yesterday?
And how come those children
never even thought of denying
their disclosure, until
she was in their presence?
And how come she uses the
same designation as Dr. MacKay
for the Master that
they worship and adore?
What are you talking about?
They have both in my presence
called the devil Auld Hornie
and don't you, don't
you dare deny it.
It's a poem.
O thou, whatever
titles suit thee,
Auld Hornie, Satan,
Nick or Clootie.
[Janet] An invocation of
your Master, admit it.
Burns, Rabbie Burns, any
educated Scot knows that.
Do they?
Don't let her do this,
Gordoon, there is no evidence.
Other directors have been
made to look like fools.
Yes, this has happened before
and I hope that it's the
role of this department
to make sure that it
never, never happens again.
I mean, personally,
Gordon, if I were you,
I'd much rather be thought
of an over-reactive fool,
than an abetter of abusers.
What do you need, Janet?
I want you to arrange
for the urgent uplift
of the Ogilvie children
together with the Rainbirds
to secure places of safety.
I suggest dawn tomorrow,
one car per child,
total and continued isolation
from parents and siblings.
You have my
authorization for that.
If my suspicions are confirmed,
we may find ourselves having
to uplift every last child
in the region to break
this cycle of perversion.
I'll see what I can get them
to disclose before Friday,
high holiday of Halloween,
as if you didn't know.
[sombre melodic music]
[wind blowing]
[chains creaking]
[sombre melodic music]
[cars rumbling]
[car door closing]
[sombre melodic music]
[sombre orchestral music]
middle of the night,
when she woke me up.
I didn't know what
was happening,
but my mother said not to worry,
everything would be alright.
She drove us to a
wood or something
and there were
these people there
and they were all dressed
in these long, black robes
and they were standing
round in a circle
and suddenly I was
really frightened.
But when I tried to turn back,
my mother grabbed
hold of my hand
and she said that I was very
special, I'd been chosen.
And then the man in
the middle of the ring
turned round to look
at me. [sobbing].
[Aileen] Shh, aright,
alright, my love.
You're safe now.
He dragged me into
the middle of the ring
and everybody was
looking at me. [sobbing]
They made me forget for so long,
but now I shall never
forget what happened
in the middle of
that ring. [sobbing]
He forced me to eat
a baby. [sobbing]
[Aileen] Who was it, my love?
Tell us who it was.
It was my father.
[gentle melodic music]
Thank you, Estelle.
Thank you.
Thank you for your testimony.
[gentle melodic music]
Now,
I think you all must
realise the courage it takes
to describe in public
those type of memories,
memories of events so horrible,
they don't even
bear thinking about,
but that's what we are
here to think about
and to have the courage to
bring out into the open.
Now I'd like you
all to thank Estelle
for her strength of spirit
in coming here tonight
and sharing with us.
[audience applauding]
[gentle orchestral music]
Violence of a sexual nature.
A little later, a
nine year old boy
using sexual terms far
beyond any normal child-
Our children's minds
are open books.
Who is writing their messages?
Be occupied with jokes
involving faeces and urine,
-penis, vagina.
-Pop music,
with explicitly occult themes.
A fascination with
ghosts and goblins.
These records aimed at
vulnerable teenagers.
Has a history of
cruelty to animals.
Where is this
behaviour coming from?
Where is all this coming from?
All these are indicative,
notice the word,
not cast iron proofs,
but definite indications
of a deeper seated abuse.
Some of the experiences you've
heard so far, I promise you,
you are not going
to want to accept.
Some of the incidences
we are gonna put before
you this weekend,
I can tell you now will
sound so farfetched,
so outrageous as to
be beyond imagination
and I'm not asking
you to believe me,
only believe the survivors
and I promise you, if you
make this pledge to us
to stick with it, to approach
what we say with an open mind,
by the time you leave
here, you will be convinced
as we at the New Morning
Trust are convinced.
Believe me, the children
are dying to tell you,
even if they are
prevented from doing so,
even if they don't
have the words,
who else is going to
care, if not you carers?
Who else is going to listen,
if not you
professional listeners?
[soft melodic music]
Are you alright?
What's the matter?
[Jonathan] The children
will come through,
if only they know there
is somebody out there,
who will accept what they
are struggling to say.
[door closing]
The children will overcome
the darkness of the past,
if only they know
there is someone,
who can show them the
light of the future.
I know it's hard to accept,
it may take a week,
a year, 20 years,
but sooner or later,
the truth will out.
Listen to the children.
No!
[Jonathan] Believe
in the children.
[door opening]
-Amy.
-[Amy gasping sharply]
Get out of my room!
Get out, this is my room,
don't you ever come in here!
You're a barnpot, you
are, you're mental.
This is private.
This is mine.
[Jamie] They should put
you away and not my daddy.
Get out, you wee shite.
[door slamming]
[soft orchestral music]
[car rumbling]
-[car door closing]
-[people talking quietly]
[soft orchestral music]
George, you live down there.
Cup of coffee now, it's
just a cup of coffee.
Aye, well, a cup of coffee
is all you're getting,
10 minutes and you're
out and be quiet,
I don't want you
waking up the bairns.
No, not at all.
[soft melodic music]
George, go home.
What?
Look, will you just bugger off.
[door unlocking]
[door opening]
-[Amy sobbing]
-[knocking on door]
Amy, it's me, sweetheart.
Leave me alone.
All of you, will you
just leave me alone?
[door opening]
It's alright, your mum's here.
You promised,
-you said that you-
-I know, I know
and I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
-Mum.
-Come here.
You're alright now.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.
I've got you, you're fine.
[Amy sobbing]
[background office
workers bustling]
[door opening]
Hi.
I was worried about you.
Yeah, well, I'm sorry,
but those people
gave me the creeps.
I know what you mean.
But you should've stuck around,
you might've learned something.
This job's not just
about helping old ladies
across the street, you know.
Yeah, well, you've got to admit,
it stretches credibility,
human sacrifice to Auld Hornie.
Where was it that
Estelle was from?
-Rotherham.
-[drawer clattering]
Yeah, Rotherham. [sighing]
[children screeching]
Show us your knickers!
[door closing]
I seen them, I seen them!
[children screeching]
I won't let you out,
unless you give me a shag.
James Ogilvie, open
that door at once.
[door opening]
Come here.
[melodic folk music]
* As fair art thou,
my bonnie lass *
* So deep in love am I *
* And I will love
thee still, my dear *
* Till all the seas run dry *
[Magda humming tunefully]
Come on, Annie.
What I would like to know
is who pays you to
inflict this on us?
The council does.
Ah, the taxpayer,
that's me and I
want my money back.
[melodic folk music]
[van rumbling]
[birds chirping]
[letterbox rattling]
-Van's coming.
-Quick!
[car rumbling quietly]
[Driver] It's the Ogilvies.
[cane tapping]
Alright, well, you
look after yourself
and we'll see you
next week, okay.
Oh, aye and what have
you got for us then?
No hurry will lure
back from the dead.
-[footstep squelching]
-[Annie screaming]
Oh, my God!
You call yourself
a community worker?
Well, you should
do something then!
You have to put those
wee buggers away!
[background office
workers bustling]
Oh, Janet, sorry,
have you got a minute?
It's just I've had a
phone call from the police
about a young boy in my-
Yeah, can you handle it, Magda,
'cause I'm up to here
with my own case load.
Yeah, it's just they
caught him tying a banger
to a dog's tail this time.
Magda, I hardly think on
the scale of human atrocity.
Well, I just thought
you should know,
did used to be one of your
families, Jamie Ogilvie.
Nell Ogilvie's kid?
They used to live on
the estate in the town.
[Magda] Yeah, I've
just read the file.
I suppose I did sort of
lose contact with them,
when we moved them
out to Bonniecraig.
What's wrong?
Oh, they're up to all sorts.
Jamie and his wee
sister put a dead rat
through one of the old
ladies' letterboxes
and they're a real pain
to everybody apparently.
Have you been to see them?
No, I've spoken to the mother,
she's not exactly what
you'd call fragrant.
The headmistress says
that she's not even sure
if the mother can cope, but
I just don't want it to seem
like I'm reacting to
community pressure.
Listen, I know that this is
technically your district,
but would you mind if I
came along on this one?
[Magda] No, not at all.
I do know the family.
* Bee baw babbity *
* Babbity, babbity *
* Bee baw babbity *
* A lassie or a laddie *
* I wadna hae a lassie O *
* A lassie O, a lassie O *
* I wadna hae a lassie O *
* A lassie or a laddie,
laddie, laddie *
Oi, you come here!
What do you think you're doing?
-[hand slapping]
-Ow!
Go get your bag.
[Nell muttering]
What have I told you about
that Josie Rainbird, ey?
I hope to God our department
hasn't failed those children.
[gentle orchestral music]
[children chattering quietly]
[door opening]
[hands clapping]
James Ogilvie.
Come on.
-Ow, you wee terror!
-James, James!
Hi Jamie, do you remember me?
-[kick thudding]
-Ow!
Shit!
Shit.
-[door opening]
-[footsteps thudding]
[Jamie breathing heavily]
[door closing]
[door opening]
Alright, Jamie.
[Jamie] I didn't do
nothing, I was only guising.
You're gonna have to have to
come out in the end, Jamie,
you know that, nobody's going
to hurt you, I'll see to that.
[Jamie] I'll
surrender to the cops,
but I'm not going with
that fucking social worker.
Alright now, Jamie,
just calm down.
Come on now, son.
[door clattering]
It's alright, lad,
she's away now.
Then I'm coming out
with my hands up.
[feet thudding to floor]
[door opening]
-[door opening]
-[Cindi shouting]
-Alright now, alright.
-It's alright, Cindi.
You go with the nice
lady, in the car now.
Get away!
You're a dirty, lying
shite! [groaning]
Okay.
[footsteps tapping]
[soft melodic music]
[door opening]
[door opening]
[Nell] I want to see the
Children's Panel Reporter.
Yes, well, I'm afraid Dr.
MacKay's away on holiday
at the moment, Mrs.?
You ken fine well who I am.
I'm sorry?
[Nell] Why have you taken
our Jamie and Cindi?
Ah, yes,
they are temporarily in a
place of safety, Mrs. Ogilvie.
Craigy Hall, you've put
them in Craigy Hall again?
Where's that bitch
that took my bairns?
I think you'd better speak
to your case officer.
I want to see that Hinton woman.
[soft melodic music]
[Janet] Amy, will you just
open the door, please?
I do know what you've
been going through, I do.
I do know, believe me.
You don't know nothing, missus.
Oh, Amy, please, you
know I'm on your side.
You can't make me
do anything anymore.
I just, I just think you
need someone to talk to.
Amy.
I'm always here, if you need me.
The police have had more than
one complaint, Mrs. Ogilvie.
Aye, well, you should
never have shifted us,
stuck up shites.
[Gordon] I'm afraid this
department has determined
that your children
might well be at risk.
-[knocking on door]
-[door opening]
[background office
workers bustling]
[door closing]
[Magda] Cup of
tea, Mrs. Ogilvie?
I didn't come 13 miles
for a cup of tea, hen,
I can make my own fucking tea.
Now you tell me what my
bairns are at risk from?
Well, they may well be
at risk from themselves.
The only thing they
were at risk from
is doing 10 years
in Perth Prison,
did you not read
that in my file, hen?
Yes, I did, Mrs. Ogilvie.
[Nell] And did you
not ken it was me,
it was my evidence, that put
that filthy bastard in there?
I really think we ought to wait
for a more senior case officer.
You know, I wish I'd
never come to you lot,
I should've just sorted
this out on my own.
You see, this really is
the kind of attitude-
-It's me, isn't it?
-Mrs. Ogilvie-
It's me that you want
to protect my kids from?
Well, what am I
supposed to have done?
I love my bairns.
[birds chirping]
[door opening]
Please wait.
Will you give
these to our Cindi?
She'll not go to sleep
without her animals.
[gentle melodic music]
[door closing]
What exactly are we looking for?
Oh, anything really.
-Bad boy, bad boy.
-Any indication.
I want to know what's making
her act so antisocially.
Where'd she get that?
It was just on the toy shelf.
No, the idea, the
concept of a circle.
[Cindi] Mr. Monster Master.
[gentle melodic music]
[Jamie sobbing quietly]
[door opening]
[Doctor] Cindi.
Just sit yourself up there.
Now, you know this isn't
going to hurt you, don't you?
[gentle melodic music]
[Janet] What's that, Cindi?
Round and round.
Hm-mm.
It's a circle, isn't it?
A very big circle.
Big circle.
-How big is it, Cindi?
-It's big.
[background office
workers bustling]
We're getting her
to pictorialize
what she acted out in play.
Yes, yes, I can see that.
[Janet] There are a lot of
people, aren't there, Cindi?
Lots and lots of people.
[Janet] Who are they?
-Who are the people?
-Don't know.
Did you check on
what's his name,
Nell Ogilvie's boyfriend?
Alec Byrne?
According to the case notes,
it was only the teenager,
Amy, that Byrne was
abusing, wasn't it?
I'm afraid that was my
opinion at the time too.
Well, from Cindi's medical
reports then and now,
the doctor found no
evidence of abuse.
Well, I've asked for
a second opinion,
those tests are
notoriously subjective.
Was Jamie there?
Jamie was naughty, wasn't he?
Jamie's my brother.
I know he is, what
did Jamie do, Cindi?
[Gordon sighing heavily]
What happened to Jamie?
I don't want to play
anymore, it's boring.
Don't you want to
finish your picture?
Don't you want to draw
the person in the middle?
[Cindi] I don't want
to, you can't make me.
Not exactly a lot
to go on, is there?
I honestly think
we need more time.
I mean, that child,
without any prompting,
-has volunteered us a circle.
-What about the boy?
He clams up whenever
we go near him
and she clams up whenever
we mention his name.
Well, that in itself could
be really indicative.
Are you sure you're
equipped to do this?
I'm sure you'd be the
first to admit, Gordon,
that there's no one
in the department
with proper disclosure skills,
as yet.
You realise that I shall have
to clear it with the Panel,
before I can authorise
outside assistance?
Thank you for coming,
Mrs. Matthews.
Aileen, my love.
I don't want to waste your time.
I thought I'd started
out quite well
and then I seem to
be getting nowhere.
I may be completely
overreacting.
Well, let's hope so, for
the sake of those children.
Has she volunteered us a circle?
What about the toys?
They're ours.
Apart from the dog, the pony
and the green bear, she
used that for Jamie.
They belong to Cindi.
How did they get there?
Well, she's always
got them with her,
her sister gave them to me.
[Cindi] "Come in here,"
says Mr. Monster Master
in the middle for
the diddly dizzle.
Well, we should get those
away from her immediately.
[Cindi] Jamie, Jamie.
[Aileen] Even the
most innocent objects
can carry messages
or trigger responses.
Come on, Jamie into the ring.
-Bad boy, Jamie.
-[toys thudding softly]
Bad boy.
[soft melodic music]
[toy cars clattering]
Should we talk again, Jamie?
I'm playing.
What are you playing at?
I'm playing not talking to you.
[toy car whirring]
[Jamie humming tunelessly]
[Aileen] Let's put the
camera on, shall we?
It's boring.
Oh, don't you like videos?
Hm?
What kind of videos do you like?
-[toy car clattering]
-Satan.
[Aileen] What sort are they?
[Jamie] When they
make you frightened.
[Aileen] Oh, do you
like being frightened?
[Jamie] Don't mind.
-I'm sure you don't really.
-[toys clattering to floor]
What do you get
scared of, Jamie?
-I don't know.
-[toy car clattering]
[Aileen] In the night?
No.
[Aileen] Don't you get
frightened of the dark?
I know I do.
-[toys clattering]
-Sometimes.
It's frightening in
the night, isn't it?
Why do you want to know?
I want to know what makes
the night so frightening.
[toys clattering]
The most horrible things.
What sort of things?
Ghosts.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
Everybody's seen
ghosts, you barnpot.
Have they?
Where did you see a ghost?
At night.
When you were in the ring?
I don't know!
[toy clattering]
[soft melodic music]
[magazines thudding]
[soft melodic music]
[Constable] Do you want
to have a look at these?
I was reading that.
[Janet] Were you?
It's a library book.
Just get out of here
and leave us alone.
[children playing in distance]
My laddie's got that,
drives me bloody mental.
I'm sure they're gonna think
there's nothing in this.
I'm not so sure I
don't feel the same.
But you see, my love,
the very fact that they're
being so uncooperative
might be significant in itself.
We, none of us can imagine
what kind of threats
might've been made to
those poor, little ones.
Maybe even they can't.
[door opening]
[door closing]
[Gordon] Mrs. Matthews.
[Aileen] Mr. Weir, good morning.
Has Janet explained?
It's a different system up
here from south of the border,
it does take a bit
of getting used to.
Essentially the
Children's Panel Reporter
has to be fully briefed
on any referral,
normally a formality,
but I thought
if we were to make a decision
to keep you on board,
you ought to meet Dr.
MacKay as soon as possible,
-now that she's back.
-[door opening]
[door closing]
Elizabeth, decent
break, I trust?
Very relaxing, thank
you, but now I'm back.
This is Mrs. Matthews
of the New Day-
New Morning Trust.
Aileen, my love.
[zip whirring]
How long have you had these
children, Mrs. Hinton?
In care?
Aye, how long have they been
in your no doubt capable hands?
-11 days now.
-I see.
And what about your questioning?
Well, our disclosure
workers averaged
about two one-hour
sessions a day.
Not an awful lot to show for
over 20 hours interrogation,
would you say?
Dr. MacKay, I'm afraid
these poor, little souls
are still in denial.
Have you perhaps
considered that may be
because they've got
nothing to confess?
Well, I think that
this is a question
of a really
deep-seated repression.
There is something that they're
not quite letting on to us.
[Elizabeth] On the basis
of a three-day course,
you feel competent to
make that diagnosis?
With respect, Dr. MacKay,
worldwide research has shown
that this is not essentially
a medical matter.
My doctorate is in
philosophy actually.
Mr. Weir's department
is accountable to
the local authority,
I am accountable to
the local community.
Who is the New Morning Trust
accountable to, Mrs. Matthews?
With respect-
[Elizabeth] Whenever
somebody uses that phrase,
I usually find it means
exactly the opposite.
[Janet] You have no expertise
in this area, Dr. MacKay.
You may well be
right, Mrs. Hinton,
but I do have knowledge
of Nell Ogilvie
and the poor soul's more
sinned against than sinning
in my admittedly
inexpert opinion.
We're on the verge
of disclosure here.
[door opening]
-[door closing]
-Ah, coffee, ladies.
Thank you, Magda.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Well, here we are.
You are technically the
case officer, Miss Lewis,
you must have an opinion?
Well, the little boy's
not really given us
a great deal to
go on, Dr. MacKay.
[Elizabeth] And
what about the girl?
Well, she was only four,
when her father was put away,
but there is an awful lot
of aggression in her play.
Well, it has to
come from somewhere.
Neither of them have
had what you could call
a regular childhood.
This is not about making
normative judgements
about that family's
lifestyle, Magda.
I really feel that
Cindi and Jamie
are trying to reach out to
us on a very deep level.
We, none of us knows
what this wee girl's
trying to say to us.
It is the network aspect,
that we'd like to
pursue at this time.
Yes, I think Janet is
absolutely right about that.
Now, there's a Panel meeting
next Wednesday, Mr. Weir?
[Gordon] Yes.
You've already had them
for well over a week.
If I've got nothing
more than this to go on,
in five days' time, I fully
intend to recommend a deal,
where the children go
back to their mother.
That should be plenty of time.
Dr. MacKay, I think
it's absolutely crucial,
that these children are kept
in isolation at this moment.
I wasn't aware that
they had the plague.
[soft melodic music]
I only hope your opinion
is not going to place
these children in
the gravest of risks.
These are very
frightened young people.
Yes, and this fear
is in and of itself
an absolutely classic
indicator of SRA.
SRA?
Satanic Ritual Abuse.
Aye, well,
[zip whirring]
let's leave Auld
Hornie out of this
for the time being, shall we?
[birds chirping]
[car rumbling quietly]
[Janet] Hello, Amy.
Are you going into town?
I could give you a lift.
Oh, come on, Amy, I'm
not gonna bite you.
You know what they
say about yous lot?
[Janet] What's that, Amy?
What's the difference
between a social worker
and a Rottweiler?
I don't know, tell
me in the car?
Oh, come on, why
waste your bus fare?
With a Rottweiler, you
might get your kids back.
[Janet] And a social
worker can take you
to see your brother and sister.
[car idling]
I'm not supposed to do this,
but it could be arranged,
if you promise not
to tell anyone.
Oh, come on, why not?
Go away then, park
yourself round the corner,
I'll meet you there.
I don't want my mother seeing me
getting in a car with you.
[car rumbling]
Cindi told us all
about the ring, Jamie.
-She didn't.
-Yes, she did, she told us.
-I bet she didn't.
-Why don't you tell us?
-No, shut up.
-We all know about it.
Then why are you asking me?
What happened there?
Wasn't very nice, was it?
She promised she'd not tell.
Why wasn't it very nice, ey?
What happens in that
ring, my lovely?
Nothing, get stuffed.
[car rumbling]
They're not bad
children, are they?
Get away with you, they're
a pair of wee devils,
the both of them.
[Janet] What makes you say that?
Well, they're kids, aren't they?
Wouldn't you like children, Amy?
I thought you were
taking me to Craigy Hall.
I thought I might
have a spot of lunch.
Would you like to join me?
I want to go home.
I've no bloody money
for a spot of lunch.
Come on, Amy,
my treat.
Yeah?
Cindi told us what
they did to you.
[Jamie] No, nothing.
[Aileen] Cindi
said they hurt you.
I don't care what Cindi said.
[Aileen] They hurt
you, didn't they?
I was a bad lad.
So they hurt you,
because you were naughty?
That's not what I
said, you're lying!
Try this.
[background people chattering]
It's tasty.
Pepper?
[Amy] Aye.
[pepper grinder crunching]
-And signorina as well?
-Thank you.
[pepper grinder crunching]
Right, okay.
[Aileen] Cindi said
you were there.
It's a lie.
Why would she lie?
I don't know.
She's your sister,
she loves you.
Why would she lie?
Not Cindi, it's
you that's lying!
It's you that's the bloody liar!
[background people chattering]
Zabaglione a la marsala.
[Janet] Like it?
It's not so bad.
It doesn't have to
happen again, you know,
not if you don't want it to.
I just want to forget
about it, alright?
It's all over and done with.
Oh, come on, Amy, I
know what's going on,
I've been talking
to Jamie and Cindi.
What have they been saying?
[Janet] What do you think
they've been saying?
Och, they're only bairns,
what do they know?
You can't hide
things from children.
They don't know
nothing about me.
[Janet] Amy, they do know.
They're involved, aren't they?
Who was in the middle
of the ring, Jamie?
-I don't know.
-I'm sure you do.
None of your business.
Cindi said it was a man.
I don't care what Cindi said.
Do you know him?
Do you know who he is?
Cindi called him the Master?
Who is he, Jamie?
I don't know.
Hm.
Who is he, who's the Master?
He's not the Master, stupid.
[Aileen] Cindi said
he was the Master.
-And she's stupid too.
-Who is he?
Who is the Master?
He's not the Master,
he's the Controller.
The Controller?
What does he look like, Jamie?
All in black.
Yes.
He dresses all in
black, does he?
And his face?
You can't see his face, stupid.
[Aileen] Why can't
you see his face?
He doesn't want you
to see his face.
What does he do, the Controller?
[Jamie] Nasty man.
Did you hurt you, Jamie, did he?
He kills them.
Did you see him kill people?
Not people, stupid, animals.
Does he hurt children
as well, does he?
He eats them all up.
What's his name, Jamie?
[Jamie] He doesn't
have a bloody name.
But the others do, don't they?
-[Jamie sighing]
-Was your mummy there?
No.
-Who was there?
-I'm not telling.
Oh, come on, Cindi's told us.
Who else was there, Jamie?
Why doesn't Jamie
want to tell us?
Nobody.
Who else was there?
Did your mummy take you there?
No.
[Aileen] Who did take you there?
[Jamie] Mr. Rainbird.
Who?
Mr. bloody Rainbird.
[soft melodic music]
[Aileen sighing]
Why did you bring me here?
I thought you might like it.
[soft melodic music]
[pager beeping]
Sorry, love, I've just
got make a phone call,
I won't be a minute, alright.
-Sorry, excuse me.
-[door opening]
[traffic rumbling quietly]
[door closing]
[car door closing]
-[car engine starting]
-[car rumbling]
[background people chattering]
[soft melodic music]
[door opening]
[door creaking]
[door closing]
Amy, I don't think you
should go home right now.
Why don't you stay
with me tonight?
Everyone's looking at me.
No, they're not.
You only brought me here,
so that everyone
could look at me.
Oh, well then,
let them have a good gawp
at the both of us, come on.
Sod them all.
[door opening]
Magda, Jamie's given us
confirmation of a ring,
they've said they've
been taken to a big house
in its own grounds and they've
been repeatedly abused.
Sounds like Craigy Hall to me.
Magda, this is a
real breakthrough.
This is the first step
on the road to freedom.
[background office
workers bustling]
[footsteps tapping]
-What did you say?
-Nothing!
-What did you tell them?
-Nothing!
-I'll get you, let me go!
-Get off!
[Jamie] Leave me alone!
Let me go!
Let me go!
[sobbing] He said he loved me.
Some kind of love.
Nobody said it before.
[Janet] He made you, Amy.
You didn't choose to do it.
Listen, you have got,
you have got to tell me
what's been happening to you.
He put it
in my mouth.
It wasn't just him, was it?
[Amy sobbing]
They carved my baby
out of my body.
My perfect baby.
[Janet] Who, who was it, Amy?
Will you just get away
from me? [sobbing]
It wasn't just
Alec Byrne, was it?
It wasn't just your stepfather?
It's still going on, isn't it?
You've got to tell
me who they are.
He'll kill me.
He'll rip out my tongue like
they ripped out my baby.
No.
Everybody knows about me.
I'm not gonna let
anybody hurt you.
[Amy sobbing]
Listen, Amy, listen
to me, listen to me.
If you tell me what you know,
then your future starts today.
But if you keep quiet,
all those children,
they don't even have a future.
Do you see?
[soft melodic music]
[birds chirping]
[car rumbling]
[soft orchestral music]
[car window rattling]
[soft orchestral music]
[horse neighing]
[soft orchestral music]
[crow cawing loudly]
[crow cawing]
[Janet sighing]
[wings flapping]
[car engine starting]
[car rumbling]
[soft orchestral music]
There's a network
at Bonniecraig.
Janet, you're
personally convinced?
I don't think we've
got a choice, Gordon.
I think we've got to
believe the children.
[Gordon] But what exactly
is it we've got to believe?
Look, Gordon, you
know as well I do,
that cases such as
this in other regions
have proved
notoriously difficult
to bring before the courts.
But at least now we do have
the testimony of the children.
That's all very well, but
I have to make the case
to Dr. MacKay and
the Children's Panel.
I'm fully confident, that
testimony will in time
be confirmed and extended by
the eldest Ogilvie daughter.
We need to continue
the sessions.
[Gordon sighing]
I've already elicited
the names of a family,
who came to live in the area
shortly before the
accusations of abuse
against Alec Byrne even started,
while the Ogilvies were
still living in the town.
I mean, there's
nothing ordinarily,
that would connect
these two families.
They're of a higher
socioeconomic and
educational standing
than the Ogilvies.
Are they on our files?
[Janet] Not yet.
Who are they?
I think it's best
if from now on,
as few people as
possible know exactly
what those children are
specifically disclosing.
You've just got to
trust me, Gordon.
These are allegations of
serious criminal offences!
What do the police have to say?
I'm afraid we don't
know the extent
of the community
involvement as yet.
Are you suggesting?
Listen, if you think we're
sitting on a network here,
I really do want those
other children at risk
brought immediately into care.
No, please, Gordon.
Look, we don't know what
we're dealing with here.
Can you not see, it would
be fatal to show our hand,
before we have some idea of
how far this ring extends
and who is at the heart of it,
this person that they
call the Controller.
Oh.
[laughs] Do you not want
to believe me, Gordon?
It isn't a question
of belief, it's just,
I really cannot
in all conscience
continue to deploy extra
departmental personnel
on a matter of this gravity.
You can carry on your
sessions yourself,
but you'll have to do it
without the New Morning Trust.
Thanks Gordon, I knew I
could rely on you. [sighs]
-[door opening]
-[door closing]
I'm a much more experienced
case officer than Gordon.
It is not the role
of this department
to be swayed by
community pressure.
He was born without
a backbone, that one.
But it would seem he's possessed
of the one qualification
I could never match,
a bloody penis,
however minuscule presumably.
Sorry, I don't know why
I'm being so defensive.
Maybe it's because
you're under attack.
Phone me day or night, promise?
[muffled train
announcer speaking]
-Thank you, my love.
-[chair scraping floor]
-I'm not gonna let this go.
-I know that.
I need to go through
the literature,
get an awareness of some
kind of an overview,
where the other cases fell down.
[Aileen] No.
Oh, I've got to be prepared
for that Panel hearing.
No, what you need
is a bit of a break.
Why don't you come home
with me for the weekend?
Oh no, I don't think I should
leave the young people.
[Aileen] The children
are safe now,
no one's gonna
touch them anymore.
I got Amy a place in the hostel.
She's writing it
down, like you said,
Good, she could do with
some space, so could you.
Come on, if you hurry
home and pack a bag,
we can still make
the connection.
[train rumbling]
Why don't I drive us?
That'd be really nice.
Provided you don't intend
to smoke all the way.
[Janet laughing]
[car rumbling]
[car door opening]
Here we are then.
[car door closing]
Damned if you do,
damned if you don't.
Media laughingstock.
The so-called
caring professions.
God, I'd like to see
any of them do it.
They don't even have to see
what we deal with every day.
Somebody has to care.
This bloody society.
Is that what you really believe?
All I ever wanted was to
be an enabler, [sighs]
to help people
empower themselves,
that's all I wanted.
I mean, is it my fault they
seem resolutely conditioned
to stay powerless?
Christ.
Smooth television
personalities, senators,
Congressmen,
teenage babysitters,
all meet together in the
biggest criminal conspiracy
this world has ever seen,
bigger than the Vatican,
bigger than the Mafia
and their one demented purpose
is to perform human sacrifice
to their master, Lucifer.
-Wow.
-Call him by his evil name.
This is a wee bit
keen, isn't it?
Magda, the time you
spend outside work
is as important as
the hours you put in.
The thing about this
profession, it's like quicksand,
it can suck you in, I've seen
it happen too many times.
I just want to do a little bit
-of extra work.
-Leave it till Monday.
Who is this?
Dr. Jonathan Torrance,
keynote speaker at the Believe
the Children Conference.
Is it usual for social workers
to be trained by
outside agencies?
We'd be foolish not to draw
on extramural expertise.
We can't afford to be insular.
Yeah, but he's a
Doctor of Divinity
from the Beulahland Scriptural
Academy in Oklahoma.
Where did you get this?
I sent for it from
the New Morning Trust.
There was no overtly
religious dimension
to those weekend
seminars, was there?
Yeah, well, doesn't
that make it worse?
Magda, maybe, [sighs]
maybe you're not the right
person to be involved in this.
Don't you think
I've got a future
in this profession, Gordon?
Haven't I always
tried to support you?
I just think that in
your situation, that-
Torrance has no
psychotherapeutic training,
-he's a "Bible" basher.
-You can't condemn a man
-for his beliefs.
-But he believes
that the Great Beast
666 is alive and well
and poised to
conquer planet Earth.
That's as maybe, but the
problem is as I see it,
so does this network.
Do you really think that's
what we're dealing with
here in Bonniecraig?
I don't know what's
happening here,
but if there's a
organised paedophile ring
operating in my region, I'm
not going to lay myself open
to the accusation of ignoring
it, do you understand that?
Do you?
Yes.
This is not your case anymore.
For your own sake,
Magda, please get a life.
Listen, do you fancy a
spot of lunch or something?
The fact is I'm on
my own this weekend,
Susan's taken the children
to their grandparents.
Aye, you're right, Gordon, I
really ought to get a life.
[door opening]
[soft orchestral music]
[water splashing]
[soft orchestral music]
If there has been
continuing ritualised abuse,
then we're going to need
to find the evidence,
that will put these
perpetrators away.
No evidence is the
evidence, Janet.
You can't still believe this
is about a couple of perverts
exploiting children in a
small, Highland town, can you?
Oh, it's not a question
of what I believe, is it?
And we've got precious
little corroboration
for anything we've heard.
Dr. Torrance says the
most perfect conspiracy
is the one that nobody
believes exists,
the one that leaves no trace,
except in the minds
of the victims.
These people are
powerful, Janet,
because they have
a source of power
and if you're gonna fight them,
you're gonna need an
even greater strength.
What's your source
of power, Janet?
The Social Work Act.
[soft melodic music]
I have a power, Janet.
Aren't you going to
ask me what it is?
Well, I think I can probably
guess actually, Aileen.
Can you?
Listen, you're entitled
to your beliefs,
it's just that...
I'd prefer it, if you
didn't impose them on me.
My faith can explain what's
happening in the world.
Maybe it's your belief
system that needs stretching.
Well, I think I'd better
be making tracks soon.
Oh,
alright.
I'm sorry, love, this is
meant to be your weekend off
and I've driven you away.
[birds chirping]
[knocking on door]
[clock ticking]
[knocking on door]
Whatever it is you're
selling, I'm not buying!
[Magda] Annie, please, it's me!
I'm taking my Alsatian
off the lead! [barking]
[Magda] [laughs]
It's Magda Lewis
from the Community Centre!
Ey?
[Magda] Magda Lewis from
the Community Centre!
[sighs] Oh, God.
[door unlocking]
[door opening]
Have you nothing better to do
with yourself at the weekend?
[Magda] I need to
speak to you, Annie.
[door chain rattling]
Come away in.
[door closing]
[clock ticking]
So it's true what they
say about yon tink, a man?
[Magda] What's that then?
Oh, that he messed about,
interfered with
that young lassie.
[Magda] Aye.
What do you know about
the other kids, Annie?
Och, that lot, Vipers,
Vandals and Visigoths,
you saw for yourself.
Who do they pal about with?
A few, we're respectable
folk at Bonnycraig.
[Magda] I know you are.
I don't know what the
council were thinking about
shoving them in here.
Do they know anyone who'd
live in a big house?
Oh, they say white settlers,
you know, the incomers live
at the top of the hill?
[Magda] Who's that then?
You know fine, you and
that catgut scraper,
that plays down at
your torture chamber.
What's his name, Terry,
does he live around here?
Aye, Terry Rainbird.
He's English, you know,
him and his Rabbie Burns,
more Scottish than the
Scots, I don't think.
[Magda] How do you know them?
They go to the kirk.
Oh, they're religious then?
Oh, harvest suppers, Christmas
dates for the old folks,
collections for the
starving Africans.
They're do gooders, I
think just like yourself.
Why would they be friendly
with the Ogilvies?
Aye, took the wee
ones to Edinburgh.
Jamie and Cindi?
Not just Jamie and Cindi,
the village wee ones,
they took them to the circus.
Did they now?
[soft melodic music]
-[doorbell ringing]
-[letterbox rattling]
[knocking on door]
[doorbell ringing]
Mrs. Ogilvie, please
open the door.
[knocking on window]
Mrs. Ogilvie, look, I've
got to speak to you.
Mrs. Ogilvie, nobody knows I'm
here, open the door please.
[soft melodic music]
[Nell] You not find
enough reading material
on your last wee trawl, hen?
[Magda] Did you buy these books?
[Nell] Does it make
any difference?
It might.
Did the Rainbirds
give you this one?
What's this got to
do with my bairns?
Last year, when they
went to the circus,
it was the Rainbirds that
took them, wasn't it?
Do you think I was happy
taking charity from them?
What happened?
What did the kids say,
when they came back?
You people.
I need to know, Nell.
Don't you Nell me?
I'm sorry.
[Nell sighing heavily]
One bit of bad luck, your
life's not your own anymore.
[children playing in distance]
Our Jamie was a right wee
bastard, if you must know.
Becky Rainbird, Lady
bloody Bountiful,
she bought all the wee
bairns a monkey on a stick.
Jamie broke the
elastic on his one,
wouldn't jump up
and down anymore.
So he grabbed their
wee lassie's dolly
and he ripped it apart,
she was still carrying on
about it, when they got back.
When Cindi told me
what had happened.
I clouted him.
And then that bloody
fiddler, Terry Rainbird,
he has the nerve
to start in on me,
how I'm not to touch my
own bairns in my own house.
I told him to bugger off back
to England and leave us alone
and then I hit Jamie again.
So there you go, social worker,
maybe you're not wrong
to take the bairns away
from their right
fuck up of a mother.
Mrs. Ogilvie,
I'll go and see the
Children's Panel Reporter
and I'll do everything
I can to make sure
Jamie and Cindi are
back home on Thursday.
But what about Amy?
You'll not get her to come back.
-Why, where is she?
-Oh, don't play
-the innocent with me.
-Honestly, I have-
I'm not good enough
for her anymore.
She's away with your Ms. Hinton.
[car rumbling]
[car doors closing]
[upbeat pop music]
[footsteps approaching]
[knocking on window]
[door opening]
[Hostel Supervisor]
Can I help you?
Yeah, we're here
to see Amy Ogilvie.
How did you know she was here?
I'm Magda Lewis from
Social Services.
Where is she?
I'm not sure she wants visitors.
She'll see me.
Just wait there please.
[footsteps ascending stairs]
[muffled upbeat pop music]
[lighter clicking]
[footsteps descending stairs]
She's not in.
You'll have to leave.
I know fine well she's up there.
[Hostel Supervisor] She
doesn't have to see anybody,
-if she doesn't want to.
-I'm her mother.
Aye, I know very
well who you are.
Come on, Mrs. Ogilvie.
Thank you.
[door opening]
[door closing]
[footsteps descending stairs]
Well, thanks very
much for everything.
I'm sorry, Janet, I come
on a bit strong sometimes.
It's just, since
I found my faith,
everything's fallen
into place for me.
But you're a professional,
I know what you
must think of me.
What do you mean?
I used to be just
a little housewife,
who wouldn't say boo
and then I started working
with the occult survivors
and you wouldn't believe
the things I've heard.
Oh,
I think I might.
Nobody listens.
Everyone thinks we're crackpots.
-No.
-It breaks your heart.
[Aileen sighing]
Still, you'll fight
it in your own way.
You don't mind if I
pray for you, do you?
Can't do any harm, I suppose.
-Hm, it can't.
-[doorbell ringing]
I won't be a minute.
[door opening]
Hello, my loves.
-Hello.
-Hi.
-Come in.
-Thanks.
[door closing]
I think you've met
Estelle, haven't you?
-And Martin, Janet.
-Hello.
Was it you uncovered
the Highland ring?
Thank you, we're
very proud of you.
Well, I'm not sure that pride
is an appropriate response.
Us survivors depend
on people like you.
Yeah, well, I suppose
I'd better be-
It's our group tonight.
Are you not going to join us?
It's a shame you can't stay,
because it might give you
an idea of how Amy feels.
[doorbell ringing]
Could you get that
for me, Martin?
[soft melodic music]
[sighs] What's happened
to all these people
is happening to her right now.
Don't abandon her, please.
She's a victim, even
if she doesn't know it.
This exists,
I'm the evidence.
[door opening]
[footsteps tapping]
-Amy.
-Get away from me.
-Amy.
-You gave me to him.
You let him have me.
[Amy spitting]
[soft melodic music]
[melodic orchestral music]
[door opening]
[Magda] I've got to
talk to you, Dr. MacKay.
No one else will listen to me.
-Thank you.
-[wiping feet]
[door closing]
Look, all I have right now
is a case of intrafamilial
sexual abuse,
which may well extend
outside of the family
and which might possibly
have ritual components.
Components?
They take over you completely,
they can brainwash you,
so you can never tell on them.
They pass demonic threats
through records, books,
even through little
child's toys.
No wonder the victims are
too scared to speak out.
Look, all I know for a fact
is that this young woman of mine
was made pregnant
by her stepfather,
when she was 12 years old
and had to be aborted.
I mean, we can't
prove anything else.
A person can't live without
burying those memories.
What do you mean?
When you're just a
little, innocent child.
When you've been in the
middle of their ring.
They controlled my mind so deep,
I couldn't remember anything.
I don't expect
you to believe me.
[Martin] Nobody else
seems to want to.
So everything you told
me at the weekend?
All true.
It took her years to rediscover.
I'd repressed every last detail,
until I went into therapy.
Yeah, but it's me,
who has to demonstrate
that we're dealing
with ritual abuse.
You still won't
say it, will you?
You still won't admit what
you now know to be true.
This is networked,
international,
global conspiracy.
This is satanic abuse.
This is done in
the name of Satan.
The family at the centre
of this apparent network
are what they call white
settlers here in Bonniecraig,
the Rainbirds, I'm
pretty sure of that.
Do you know them?
Well, I didn't know that I did,
but he helps out
with the old folks
and he's always seemed
genuine enough to me.
Last year, they took
the Ogilvie kids
to Edinburgh to the circus
and Jamie ripped up the
little Rainbird girl's dolly.
He was punished for it, I'm
sure that still upsets the lad,
but I think that's where the
idea of the circle came from
and I can't help wondering
whether the Master
they talk about
with the black cloak and
the whip is the ringmaster.
Well, it's possible, isn't it?
Before I was systematically
shut out from the disclosures,
I was told that Jamie
calls him the Controller.
Now I know this sounds daft,
but the Rainbirds passed on
some books to Nell Ogilvie
for her kids and one of them
was a "Thomas the Tank Engine."
The Fat Controller,
[chuckles] splendid.
[Magda] Maybe I just
don't want to face up
to what's going on.
Oh, it sounds a perfectly
plausible alternative
to me, Ms. Lewis.
I'm sure that's not all
there is to it, Dr. MacKay,
the Ogilvies are not a
particularly functional family.
How many are, that
we come across?
Still, this sounds a
sight more commonsensical,
than a cabal of devil
worshipers in our midst.
You're gonna have
to go back there
and face insults and ignorance.
You're gonna have to deal
with the most
concocted explanations
of why those poor children
can't possibly be
telling the truth.
You're gonna be
told what you know
in your heart of hearts is too
fantastical to be believed.
You're gonna have to face
resistance from your community.
Your superiors are
gonna stand against you.
You're gonna face
resistance and retraction.
It happens all the time.
Even those children of yours
are gonna turn against you
and say that you put
words in their mouths.
We know what those
kids have been through.
We know what you're
going through
and we know what's to
come, believe me, we know.
We're the only ones
who can help you.
We'll convene a
meeting immediately,
we should be able to
get enough folk together
and then I think three of us
might pay a visit
to Craigy Hall.
I think these children
would be best served,
if they slept in their
own beds tonight.
[footsteps tapping]
[paper rustling]
[door opening]
-Janet.
-[door slamming]
I've been leaving messages
for you everywhere,
we've had quite an
eventful weekend.
Why are the Ogilvie children
no longer in a place of safety?
I have made the decision to
suspend disclosure sessions.
The Reporter and I are
entirely persuaded,
that further questioning
is not in the best interest
of those children at this time.
You can't do that.
I have made my decision.
You can put your
arguments to the Panel.
Do you not understand
those children need me now?
They're in imminent danger.
Not according to the
area case officer.
Disclosure means nothing,
if we suspect contamination.
Now I made sure
that those children
were rigorously isolated.
I'm away for a couple
of days and now this.
Your task is over, the
children have told us.
Oh, Christ.
Oh, Christ.
[gentle melodic music]
They told me that
this is how they work.
What are you saying?
If Jamie and Cindi
are retracting now,
it's because they've
been made to retract.
Gordon, who went to
see them with you?
Magda, will you join us please?
I must say, she was very
helpful in your absence.
No doubt.
[door opening]
[gentle melodic music]
[Gordon] Would you
inform the case officer
of the pertinent information
you've uncovered?
It's about the Rainbirds.
[Gordon] They are
your candidates
for ringleaders, aren't they?
Yeah, they are.
I won't ask how you found out.
Well, it didn't exactly
take Sherlock Holmes, Janet.
Magda thinks she's found
an entirely innocent way
to connect them to
Jamie and Cindi,
a seemingly rational
explanation.
And you choose to
believe her speculations,
over the painful results
of hours of rigorous
disclosure work
objectively conducted by
her professional mentor
and an outside
expert in the field?
Your Aileen and her
blessed New Morning Trust
have put words into the mouths
of those poor, brainwashed
children, until they told you
exactly what it was
that you wanted to hear.
Gordon, did you go
and see them with her?
Yes.
And now they're in disavowal?
Look, any trouble that
family has right now
comes from this department,
Amy Ogilvie needed counselling
about what Alec Byrne did to
her, not some satanic ring.
You haven't been to see Amy?
You haven't been to see my Amy!
You don't know what you're
dealing with here, Magda!
Listen to me, Janet,
I'll tell you what I know
-and what I don't know, okay.
-Magda, please.
Why don't you? I'd
like to hear it.
When I was 12 years old,
I was walking home from the
Girl Guides across the meadows
and there was this man
waiting there for me.
In court, they said he had a
history of mental disturbance
and he didn't know
what he was doing.
He knew what to
do to me, alright.
Magda, you don't need to say
anything you might regret.
No, I think I do.
I know what Amy
Ogilvie's been through
and her poor mother, who
thinks it's her fault,
just like I blamed my
mother, who sent me out there
and I blamed my father, because
he didn't come to meet me
and then I blamed myself for
going out in the first place.
-Oh, Christ, Magda.
-These things happen, Janet.
You know, I was in therapy
for seven and a half years
and it wasn't to
help me remember.
Unlike those poor children
you've been working on,
I had no bother remembering,
because I relived it every
day of my waking life
and then I replayed it every
night in my nightmares,
-when I went to sleep.
-Please, Magda.
Every dirty, little
detail that happened
and some that
probably never did.
How can you be sure of that?
I would've been thankful
for a touch of repression.
Listen, Magda, you
can talk to me.
Oh, screw you, Janet, you
are worse than the problem.
[Magda breathing heavily]
You knew all about
this, didn't you?
Where's my Amy now?
[Gordon] Still in
the hostel, I assume.
Then somebody had better
see what they can do
to rescue this situation,
before it gets even
more out of control.
[door slamming]
[door opening]
[background office
workers bustling]
[Gordon sighing]
[car rumbling]
[birds chirping]
[car door closing]
[door closing]
[gentle melodic music]
Oh, God.
She had a real go at herself.
We only just got to her in time.
Will you call my director?
[gentle melodic music]
It's all right, Amy.
It's alright.
[ambulance siren wailing]
I'm not gonna let
them get to you.
[gentle melodic music]
[ambulance door closing]
[ambulance door closing]
[ambulance engine starting]
[ambulance doors closing]
[ambulance siren wailing]
[gentle melodic music]
I shall need your
authorization to keep Amy away
from any other member
of this department
and my children,
I want them back.
I'll talk to Dr. MacKay.
I think your safest
course of action
might be for you to insist
that the local authority
place the Children's
Panel Reporter
under immediate suspension.
Janet, she acted in good faith.
Can you still not see
what's happening here?
I suspect Dr. MacKay may be a
member of this ritual network.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
It's alright, Janet, I
can see now that Magda,
Magda's experience might well
have influenced her judgement .
Gordon, this has got
nothing to do with judgement
and how come your fragrant
Magda here just happened to know
the names of the family at
the centre of this outrage?
I mean, how come Magda Lewis,
against all departmental
codes of practise
just happened to be at Nell
Ogilvie's house yesterday?
And how come those children
never even thought of denying
their disclosure, until
she was in their presence?
And how come she uses the
same designation as Dr. MacKay
for the Master that
they worship and adore?
What are you talking about?
They have both in my presence
called the devil Auld Hornie
and don't you, don't
you dare deny it.
It's a poem.
O thou, whatever
titles suit thee,
Auld Hornie, Satan,
Nick or Clootie.
[Janet] An invocation of
your Master, admit it.
Burns, Rabbie Burns, any
educated Scot knows that.
Do they?
Don't let her do this,
Gordoon, there is no evidence.
Other directors have been
made to look like fools.
Yes, this has happened before
and I hope that it's the
role of this department
to make sure that it
never, never happens again.
I mean, personally,
Gordon, if I were you,
I'd much rather be thought
of an over-reactive fool,
than an abetter of abusers.
What do you need, Janet?
I want you to arrange
for the urgent uplift
of the Ogilvie children
together with the Rainbirds
to secure places of safety.
I suggest dawn tomorrow,
one car per child,
total and continued isolation
from parents and siblings.
You have my
authorization for that.
If my suspicions are confirmed,
we may find ourselves having
to uplift every last child
in the region to break
this cycle of perversion.
I'll see what I can get them
to disclose before Friday,
high holiday of Halloween,
as if you didn't know.
[sombre melodic music]
[wind blowing]
[chains creaking]
[sombre melodic music]
[cars rumbling]
[car door closing]
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