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I know, I know, I
understand that.

There's a conspicuous absence of
plainclothes personnel, Stella.

Well, any time, any time.

- You have a nice weekend.
- And you, sir.

Oh, not half, not half, no.

Surprise!

Happy Birthday. Ah.

Daddy, you have to make a wish.
A wish, you say?

Done.

Right, can I have some
cake now, please?

No, no, I never
saw that one, no.

♪ Magic moments...

Oh, my God...

- Sandra, not so hard.
- Ach, don't worry, Mrs Muncie, I can take it.

- Want one?
- Er, no, no, I'd better not.

- According to Agnes I have given up.
- Yes, he has given up.

- How's things down in the lab?
- Progress is... slowly,

being made so, managed to persuade
Glasgow University School of Medicine

- to donate a microscope.
- Papa, pour vous.

- Merci, sweetheart.
- You're welcome.

♪ The telephone call
that tied up the line

♪ For hours and hours

♪ The Saturday dance
I got up the nerve

♪ To send you some flowers... ♪

Here, take a look at that.

Are you concerned, sir?

He's come to your home once.
That's out of order.

It's just posturing,
that's all it is.

He's been out three months, he's
kept his nose clean thus far.

Don't... say anything to Agnes, though,
'cos I don't want her worrying.

Understood, sir.

Oh.

Now the woman you
attacked last Sunday

had a three-year-old son with her.
That wee boy had to sit and watch

- while you punched and kicked his mother.
What do you say to that? - I'm innocent.

The woman that you attacked last
night said she'd had an operation.

A woman's operation.

Said she was in pain. She said
she begged you for mercy,

but you went right ahead and raped her anyway.
What do you say to that?

I say if you're trying to make me
puke, you're doing a bang up job.

You're not a boy any more.

There's no more approved school.

There's no more borstal.

This time it's gonna be prison,
and for a good long while.

I'll see you when you get out.
I'm still gonna be here.

♪ Maybellene

♪ Why can't you be true?

♪ Oh, Maybellene

♪ Why can't you be true?

♪ You've started back doin'
the things you used to do

♪ As I was motivatin'
over the hill

♪ I saw Maybellene
in a Coup de Ville

♪ A Cadillac a-rollin'
on the open road

♪ Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford

♪ The Cadillac doin'
about ninety-five

♪ Bumper to bumper,
rollin' side by side

♪ Maybellene

♪ Why can't you be true...

Don't waste your time.
Chubby Miller thinks he's God's gift.

You work in Livingston's, right?

You're on the machines a
few rows over from me.

Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't
recognise me, either.

It's those shower caps
they make us wear.

- I'm Barbara, but everybody calls me Babs.
- Mary.

- Are you on your own?
- I'm waiting on some friends.

They were meant to
be here by now.

Ba-ba-ba-baby. You're
looking good, Babs.

I'm having a conversation, Tony.

- Lovely hair you've got, Mary.
- Ah. Aye.

My dog's got a lovely coat, eh?

Why don't you go
somewhere you're wanted?

All right.

Later, alligator.

- Dipsticks.
- Actually, I was thinking about dyeing it.

Why? Don't do that.

I'd kill to be a redhead.

'Dear Ma, I am watching the best
years of my life roll away.

And I can tell you,
it's no picnic.

You tell me I'm best to do my
nine years and forget Mr Muncie,

but unfortunately for him
I am not made like you.

So with sincerest apologies
and deepest regrets,

I have to tell you that
my mind is made up.

One way or another, Mr
Muncie is going to pay.'

♪ And make the darkness bright

♪ Only you

♪ And you alone

♪ Can thrill me like you do

♪ And fill my heart with love

♪ Only you

♪ O-O-Only you

♪ Can make this change in me... ♪

No, that'll be tuppence
- and it hurts.

You'd better hurry,
you'll miss your bus.

Thank you. Thank you.

Come on.

Oh, stupid girl.

Hello?

Don't say a goddamn word.

Hello?!

Hello!

Hello!

Is there anybody there?!

Hello!

Say a word and I'll murder ya.

I'm gonna cut your
head off and bury ya.

Don't... peep.

- Smoke?
- No. No, thank you.

Crazy day.

Crazy, crazy day.

I've been down in the dumps
since the moment I woke up.

I even went down to the Clyde to
drown myself this evening, but...

..when I got there I
remembered I can swim.

Sorry you felt
down in the dumps.

You should be.

You see, when I get down
in the dumps, I just...

I feel this overpowering
need to murder someone.

- Are you cold?
- No.

- Do you want my blazer?
- No, no.

I'm fine, thank you.

Suit yourself.

I've never done anything
like this before.

Maybe it was your hair.

You see, I had a fiancee
once and she was a redhead.

So maybe that's what did it.

Maybe if you'd been blonde I
wouldn't have laid a finger on you.

Oh, no...

Am I boring you?

No. No.

Shall we?

Come on, I'll see you home.

It's the least I can do.

Come on.

I suppose you'll be
reporting me to the police?

- No.
- I'll go with you now if you want,

tell them what I've done?

No. I just want to get home.

I think I'll take off my shoes.

Hi, hi, hi!

You've not been
eating your carrots.

You could do some serious
damage with this.

Why don't you go?

'He had a knife.'

He told me if I screamed
he'd cut my throat.

That he'd cut off my
head and bury me.

That must have been very
frightening for you.

I told him I had two children

so he'd think I was older.

- Yes, that was good thinking.
- He just said I was telling fibs.

And then he started kissing me,

touching me.

I told him to stop
but he wouldn't.

Then he started
pushing against me.

'So five foot four,
five foot five,

dark hair,

smartly dressed, a smoker.

And then this... business
with the American accent.

- Does that sound about right to you, Mary?
- Yes, sir.

Now I know it's a tall order

to ask you to be precise

about such an ordeal,

but are you sure
about these times?

Because three-and-a-half hours
seems like an awful long time

to be sitting in a field in
the middle of the night.

I'm sure, sir.

He said he was gonna
keep me there all night.

Did he give you any reason
for wanting to do that?

No, sir.

We're nearly there.
You're doing great.

Now is there any...

..anything else that you
can remember, Mary?

It doesn't matter
how small it is.

I think he might
live on our estate.

What makes you say that?

I think I've seen him before.

I think him and his dad take
the same bus as me to work.

Are you OK?

Mr Manuel?

What the bloody
hell do you want?

As if it's not bloody enough.

For you to deprive our Peter of his liberty for
nine years for crimes he dinnae do, nine years!

No, that's not enough, is it? No.
The disgrace to our family.

The disgrace!

Muncie, I'm talking to you.

Yes, Mr Manuel, I'm
aware of that.

Bastards.

Peter!

Mrs Manuel.

- How's your work at the hospital, Theresa?
- Fine.

Peter!

Detective Inspector Muncie.

Long time no see.

What brings you here?

I was in the field...
just not with her.

Your father said you
were in all night.

I'm his son, he's
looking out for me.

You mean lied to the police.

Come on, Muncie, keep the
old buffer out of it.

I told you I was there.

Now, show me what you've learnt
since our last encounter.

Dazzle me with some
detective brilliance.

- If you weren't with the victim in the field, what
were you doing there? - Checking on my snares,

- seeing if I'd caught any conies.
- Poaching rabbits?

Guilty as charged.

We found a sheath
knife in the field

in a location consistent with where
Miss McLauchlan said you'd thrown it.

She identified it as the knife
you'd used to threaten her with.

Any fingerprints on it?

- The knife matched her description.
- What?

Sharp and pointy?

Where did she get this stuff?

The only reason my knife was in that
field was cos of Rusty, my dog.

He was sniffing about the railway tracks so I
slung the knife at him to scare him back to me.

When Miss McLauchlan picked
you out of the line-up,

you looked at her in a manner
that suggested that you knew her.

Why was that?

It's a nice bit of WPC you've
got on you there, boys.

Mr Muncie asked you a question. You look
awful fetching in that uniform, darling.

Watch your mouth.

I like there's a wee smack of
romance in the air. Peter.

- Yes, sir?
- Had you met Miss McLauchlan before?

No.

Did you get my birthday card?

You're gonna hear...
that Peter Manuel

just loves the sound
of his own voice.

Peter Manuel's all
mouth and no trousers.

I don't want any of you getting
taken in by any of that.

Because Peter Manuel
is a very real threat

to the women of this community.

In 1946,

when he was out on bail, he
seriously assaulted a young mother

walking home with her child.

Four days later he attacked and
sexually assaulted a second woman.

And the very next day he
attacked and raped a third.

He did nine years in
Peterhead for those crimes

and he very badly wants to make
up for all that lost time.

Mary McLauchlan was the first.

I want to make sure that
she's also the last.

Now he's up in court on Tuesday
and he's got a chance of bail.

It is our job to guarantee that there
is enough evidence for a conviction.

Well, good luck. Get on with it.

Oh, come on, Ma,

let me have my grub,
standing there all gloomy.

Is there something you
want to say to me, son?

- Like what?
- You know.

You think I did it, don't you?

You think I did that
to that poor girl.

- That hurts me. - I don't want to
hurt you, son, I want to help you.

If that's the best you can
do, feel free not to try.

- Morning, Hugh.
- Morning, sir.

Go on.

Bill.

Sir.

Too many man hours on
this Manuel thing.

That's just because I don't want
to leave anything to chance, sir.

The lassie wasn't
raped, no theft.

Your approach is
out of proportion.

I'm not sure Mary McLauchlan
would see it that way, sir.

Well, she's not your boss.

You've got Sherriff "Bang
'Em Up" Boyd on Tuesday.

There's no way the nasty
little tartar's getting bail.

It's not just the bail, sir.

We've also got the
trial to consider.

Look what he got
up to last time.

He lost.

Don't be getting obsessive, Bill. Let
the lawyers deal with the trial.

Sir.

We have some items of
Manuel's clothing.

And the footprints
from the field

exactly match the
tread on his shoes.

Also,

thanks to our new bit of kit,

I was able to ascertain that soil
found on his shoes and trousers

was consistent with samples
taken from the field.

And then there's this.

A significant quantity
of dried semen.

Just like 1946.

Premature ejaculation.

It's the fear in his victims which arouses
him rather than penetrative intercourse.

- It's not just about catching them, Laird, it's
about finding out what makes them tick. - Yes, sir.

This is excellent work, Hugh.

Thank you, sir.

Remanded to Barlinnie
pending trial, sir.

Thank you, Sheriff Boyd.

I think we're allowed
a wee smile, Iris.

"600 mourners were in attendance at
the Friends Church in Fairmount,

Indiana. An estimated 2,400 fans
gathered outside the church."

For a poxy actor who bawled
and grated his way through

a grand total of three films?
People are mugs.

And you could do
better I suppose?

I will do better, pal, and I'm
not some poxy actor neither.

Yep. Thanks.

Manuel's put in a request
to conduct his own defence.

The prison doctor's examined him and
declared him sane and fit to plead.

The cocky wee arse is
definitely stuffed now.

For God's sake, Duncan, he did the
exact same thing nine years ago.

Represented himself in court.

The judge even complimented
him on his professionalism.

Nor does anything
without a reason.

It says that women are more likely
to poison their victims than men.

Oh, isn't that curious?

Bill?

Why do you think...

Why do you think Manuel kept Mary
with him for three-and-a-half hours

when he'd got what he
wanted in... ten minutes?

Well, there's no mystery there.

He...

wanted to drag it out for
as long as possible.

Poor girl.

Mr Manuel?

Mr Manuel?!

Miss McLauchlan, have
you ever spoken to me

at any time prior to the night of
Saturday, the 30th July, 1955?

No.

I'm sorry, Miss McLauchlan,
could you speak up, please?

No.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

you've heard one version

of what transpired
that fateful night.

Now is the time for you
to hear the truth.

Somewhat embarrassing facts which,
to spare Miss McLauchlan's blushes,

I declined to tell the police.

- Objection, milord.
- On what grounds, Mr Farrel?

There is a danger
here that he may seek

to unfairly influence
jury opinion

with unsubstantiated statements
not made under oath.

Indeed there is, Mr Farrel,

and now the jury have
been alerted to it.

- You may continue, Mr Manuel.
- Thank you, milord.

Is it not true, Miss McLauchlan,

is it not true,

Mary,

that for some weeks prior to
the night of 30th July, 1955,

you and I had been,
as the saying goes,

romantically involved?

Miss McLauchlan, His Lordship
did not ask you the question,

I asked you the question.

No, that's not true.

Furthermore, is it not also true
that on the night in question,

I told you as tactfully
as I was able

that I wished our affair to end?

You were saddened
by this information

and that I tarried at your side
to proffer you some comfort.

Her silence is
eloquent, is it not?

Ladies and gentlemen, what other
plausible explanation can there be

for the fact that the witness,
by her own admission,

spent over three hours,
half the night, with me,

a total stranger she
would have you believe,

- in a field.
- No.

He's lying. He's lying!

He's lying!

They say hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned.

Well, I've certainly learnt
my lesson in that regard.

No further questions, milord.

- Please, sir, you can't believe him.
- Calm down, Miss McLauchlan.

- I swear to God, I've never met him
before in my life. - Miss McLauchlan!

Please... He's a liar!

- Miss McLauchlan...
- Please?

- There she is, there's the slag.
- Aye, you tart.

Have a heart, boys. Life's
not easy for gingers.

Mary?

Mary?

Mary.

The law let you
down badly today,

but I want you to know
that I will not rest

- until Peter Manuel's behind bars.
- Och, leave her alone.

- You promise me?
- I promise you.

- Hello, darling.
- Hello.

Mum, he's early.

Well, don't just stand there.

- Come in, Douglas, she's just getting ready.
- Thank you, Mrs Muncie.

Sir.

Douglas is taking our
daughter to the pictures.

Which one was it again?

Lady And The Tramp, sir.

You don't let her out of your sight and you
get her back here by 11 o'clock sharp.

Yes, sir.

I'll just go check on Jane.

Jane?

- Right, I'm off out.
- Doing anything nice, son?

- Ask me no questions, Ma, I'll tell you no lies.
- Bye, son. See ya.

What is it, Bill?

Ah.

Do you remember Jane
up at View Park?

Got on at me, got on at
me to make the fence

stronger around about
the hen house. Yes.

Me being too busy, and then of course
the fox getting amongst the hens

and she wouldn't speak
to me for a week...

You can't build a fence around
every house in the country, Bill.

I know.

If, heaven forbid, that
monster does strike again,

you will catch him.

They will put him
away for years.

What if this time he
does something worse?

What if this time he
doesn't leave a witness?

♪ Runnin' wild, lost control

♪ Running wild, mighty bold

♪ Feelin' gay, reckless too

♪ Carefree mind all the time

♪ Never blue

♪ Always goin' I
don't know where

♪ Always showin' I don't care

♪ Don't love nobody,
it's not worthwhile

♪ All alone

♪ Runnin' wild

Excuse me.

- I see you dyed it then.
- Yeah.

It suits you. Do
you want to dance?

Definitely.

♪ Always goin' don't know where

♪ Always showin' I don't care

♪ Don't love nobody

♪ it's not worthwhile

♪ All alone, running wild...

- You're an OK dancer.
- Thanks very much.

Sorry about the old trot.

♪ Running wild, running wild

♪ Running wild...

- What's your name?
- Private... Private Andrew Murnin.

- You?
- Private Anne Kneilands.

- You know what, Private Kneilands?
- What?

I think 1956 is gonna
be a good year.

♪ Don't care

♪ Don't love nobody

♪ It's not worthwhile

♪ All alone... ♪

She was so badly beaten
that her hands and her arms

which she'd held up to try to
defend herself were broken.

Wembley, '38.

Sir.

He traipsed all over my crime
scene and that's the bombshell?

C'mon Bill, please tell me
you've got something else?

- A fingerprint or something?
- We can't use fingerprints. - A motive then.

He's a psychopath. That's
all the motive he needs.

- That's egotism.
- Come on, Charlie, I'm front page news.

- What do you think? - There's no question
you will be the belle of Belleshill ball.

It's Manuel.