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Two skeletons found just inside the mine, sir.

Who found them?

Workmen at the site.

We've just reopened the entrance.

Was it sealed up?

Has been for years.

So why were they reopening it?

Somebody likes to tell me what's going on. Who are you?

William Whelan, and this is my land.

How long are you going to be?

We'll be as long as is necessary, Mr Whelan. I have contracts with private

that are costing me money for no work.

Why was the mine being reopened? The whole place has been transformed into a

modern mining museum.

Once you lot get out of my way.

Boss, according to the workmen who owned up the shaft, the mine had been bricked

up for years.

Aye, nearly 30 years since the mine shut down.

But part of the brickwork was different.

It was as if after the mine closed, it was broken into and then sealed up

Recently? Nah, looks like it happened years ago.

I want to see the scene for myself.

Aye, but you have to get suited up first.

You two want to go instead?

No, you're all right, Robbie. Besides, orange would clash with my hair.

I

doubt

that they were minors.

One's a woman.

Their hands are clasped.

Wedding rings.

Married couple.

Have you checked further in?

Not yet.

I can't guarantee your safety in there. We haven't checked the roof.

Right. Keep an eye on it.

Any idea how long these bodies have been here?

This is

some kind of tomb.

Boss!

What?

Take a look at this.

There's a load of household stuff here.

Furniture, suitcases, sofa, standard lamp.

What?

Where did all this come from?

I don't know.

Looks like somebody was actually living down here.

Hey, we've got what looks like the contents of a house down here. Any

A house?

How do you think I got here?

I've no idea. We've not been that far in yet.

I want everything removed for examination.

The mine's right next to Garsdon. It closed in 1980.

One of several mines in the area. All of them are now shut.

And the town suffered?

It wasn't until later that it really suffered.

1985.

A victim of Thatcher's victory over the unions.

It's a bit run down now.

It was always a bit run down.

You know the place?

Yep. I grew up there.

You never mentioned that before.

No.

I didn't, did I?

Anyway, it's the closest place to the mine, so maybe the couple came from

Maybe they were actually living in the mine.

If that was the case, how did they get bricked up with them still inside?

What we have is a fractured skull and none of your glancing blows.

Here, a big, brutal thwack in the head.

Three major indents.

Couldn't have been accidental?

It could be if he ran into a heavy blunt instrument at the speed of light three

times in a row.

No. This man's head caved in.

Definitely murder.

What about the female?

Similar fractures to the skull.

Probably same weapon, same killer.

Although she wasn't so bad.

Marks on the scene indicate that she probably didn't die right away.

There's evidence she crawled across the ground to embrace her partner.

Meaning she was left for dead.

Her wedding ring.

Buried alive.

Sir. Found something here.

Driver's license.

Peter Buckley.

Buckley's used to live in Garsden.

They were reported missing in 1984.

The case is still open, unsolved.

Who reported them missing? The council, when the rent arrears built up.

Nobody from the community?

What about the neighbours?

There's no mention of it in the records.

Typical. What do we know about them?

Buckley was a miner. He worked in a nearby pit. Not our mine. It was closed

then. Apparently, the couple had big debt.

And one night, they just up sticks with all their worldly possessions, never to

be seen again.

There must have been an investigation.

There was.

The report said their house was found practically empty and their car was

missing. We'll need to decant whoever's living in the house now. Get forensics

in. And I want a temporary base set up in Garsden. Sir.

Davy Hogan.

Do I know you?

I'm DCI Buck.

This is DS Reid.

What's up? A couple called Buckley. They disappeared from Garson 24 years ago.

You were the investigating officer.

Was I now?

Matter how it works these days.

Get the wee lashes to ask the questions.

No, this is how it works.

Now, you speak to us and you might just get another.

Oh, tough cookie.

Why don't you tell me what you want to know?

The Buckleys.

What do you remember about them?

A couple of chancers.

Ran away for their debts.

Changed their name, I'll bet.

They're probably living down south somewhere in a lap of luxury.

Good luck to them, I say.

We just found their bodies and the old guards didn't mind.

How hard did you look for them, Davy?

Look at my report.

I did.

I could smell the whiskey off it.

Well, that's all you're getting.

If you think I'm going to sit here and answer your daft questions about some

lost family after 24 years, you're thicker than you look.

Now, I think you owe me a large one.

Large whiskey over here, please.

Why did you call them a family, Davey?

I was a baby, I think.

Wasn't I?

You tell us.

A long time ago.

I've got something in my head about a baby.

But... I can't really remember.

Sorry.

Did you buy all that?

All what?

The old soap routine.

Routine? It's been pretty well soaked to me.

We've checked in as far as the roof allows. No sign of any more bones.

Do you think maybe this baby could have been buried in there?

We'll excavate around where the bodies were found.

Changed much?

No, it looked much the same way as I remember.

Left shop.

Well, that used to be a butcher's and a baker's.

How long since you left?

Moved away in my team.

Why'd you move?

Jackie. This place has dining at 8.

So this is it. Our new bait.

You get a cappuccino and I'll check out the nightlife.

Well, looks like we missed the party.

Okay, penny on, Jewart.

Excuse me.

I'm Chief Inspector Burke.

Are you a resident here?

Teresa Davidson.

I just live a few doors along.

We're investigating the death of a couple who lived here in the early 80s.

The Buckleys. Can you tell us anything about them?

They just disappeared one night. Took off.

But before that, what were they like?

Quiet.

Kept to themselves.

I never really spoke to them. Only to say hello.

And there's nothing else you can tell us?

No, really.

They seemed happy enough.

Did they have a baby?

A baby?

I don't remember seeing any kids.

All right, Mrs Davidson.

Thanks for your help.

Excuse me.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

No, don't think so.

Just your face is familiar.

Reza.

Oh, I remember them living there.

They used to work up Chiltern Pit.

They gave us a tradesman.

Mm -hmm. What about their friends?

Oh, I wouldn't know.

I didn't really know them that well.

Enemies?

Sorry, I really had no idea.

They just lived across the road from you, Mr Haddon.

But they never said much.

They never really talked to anybody.

How long did they live there?

A couple of years.

Well, in all that time, they never talked to anybody.

shortage unless they start panic buying.

Politicians have been urging both sides to resume talks as soon as possible.

Police are investigating the discovery of human remains in a misused mine at

Garsdeth in East Lanarkshire. The mine has been out of use since the mid

Police have been charging their police with the murder of Helen Watley, who

disappeared in 1984.

Don't you go blabbing to the cop, Davidson.

You're a dead man.

You and your scabby wee family.

I'll kill him! Go on, Paul.

You've had it, Paul, I'm telling you!

Well,

we spoke to three of the neighbours who remember the Buckleys living there.

And that's it.

No one spoke to them, it seems.

We're the same.

Two different neighbours, nobody's got anything to say, nobody remembers

anything about a baby.

Well, you did say Hogan was too drunk to remember if there actually was a baby.

How can this happen?

A couple just disappear, nobody notice, nobody report it. We need to focus on

what we know.

Buckley was a minor, he must have had workmates.

We need to find them.

Do you have any idea who this is?

Some kids, probably.

Did you see them?

What about you?

Hi. Paul.

We were watching telly.

I never saw nothing.

What do you remember about the Buckleys?

They lived at the corner.

And?

And what? That's where they lived.

You don't remember anything else about them?

He was a miner.

Worked up at Coolston.

So what kind of man was he?

Loud, quiet, happy, sad? What?

I never really knew him that well.

So somebody lifts two doors along and you remember nothing about them.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

Did you see the look in his eye?

I think these people are afraid to talk.

Somebody put their window in as a warning.

Which means they must know something.

I've found some traces of what seems like old blood on the living floorboard.

How old?

I'll have to check DNA, but it's old enough to have belonged to the Buckleys.

I'll handle this, Mickey.

You just keep your head down.

I'll get the DNA results processed as quickly as possible.

Similar to that.

Who's going to step forward?

Come on, somebody must know something about the Buckleys.

Do you know this family deserves justice?

Then look at you. Jackie.

Bunch of cowards, the lot of you.

Look, I investigated the Buckley's disappearance.

I did it by the book.

Reported what I found. They were logged as missing. End of story.

Anything else I can help you with?

Aye. How about a few more details, like the unofficial version?

Couple went missing, that's it.

I did my job. No mystery.

Oh, come on, Davy. A couple goes missing, there could be a baby involved.

It's a big story.

You want to tell me what's going on?

I really can't stand the weakness of some folk.

Weakness? I don't even want to talk about it. People are afraid to talk.

hardly a sign of weakness.

No, I say it is.

You let yourself be threatened into saying nothing.

I call that weak.

This isn't about them, is it?

Something happened to you here?

Not worth discussing.

When you were young?

Yeah, young and stupid, but it's my problem. I don't even know why I'm

it bother me.

Maybe it bothers you more than you think.

When I was at school here, I was about 13.

It was quite bright.

Some of the girls resented it.

You got picked on?

Yeah, it was pretty bad.

Until my dad got another job and we moved away.

I can't imagine you letting yourself get bullied.

There's nothing you can do about it when there's a gang of them.

And your friends... They let you down.

Well, your parents couldn't let you know.

They wanted to be part of the crowd.

I look at the faces round here and I can still see that... That weakness.

We're talking about the middle of the great miners' strike here. The front

is where the war was being fought.

The war?

Scargo versus Thatcher.

Miner versus estate.

Labour versus Tory.

Miner does a runner.

Who's bothered?

Us. You.

It was your job to be bothered.

And I was.

You've got to understand that communities like Gardon were at war with

themselves. Miner against miner.

We were caught in the middle of that.

You think that's why the Buckleys did a runner? Because they were being

threatened? Who knows?

What did they ask?

Speak to their neighbours?

Who's going to speak to a copper?

We were the ones forming the barrier at the pit gates.

We were the enemy.

Nor were they speaking to us then.

Are they speaking to you now?

So, imagine it back then.

Go home, Mickey.

Home?

nothing else to say.

I don't believe you.

I'll never believe you.

Will you just go home, please? Don't tell me to go home.

Is everything alright?

Nothing I can't handle.

Who was that?

Mickey Hood.

It's Jackie Reed, isn't it?

We used to play together when we were wee.

On our bikes?

Remember?

Riding along the old road.

I'm afraid my memory's just a wee bit coloured by what happened.

You can't blame any of that on me.

That was how it was.

I didn't have a choice.

No, we all have a choice, Theresa.

Some of us just take the easy option.

Aye, well.

That was a long time ago now.

Any more on this missing baby?

Ellis excavated around the body. There was no sign of any other bones.

Spoke to the registrar.

There were no babies registered to the Buckleys. And what about medical

There were no records of Helen Buckley ever being pregnant.

Well, if there is a baby, the chances are it's still in that mine. Well, Ellis

is going to extend the search.

Well, Hogan reckons the disappearance might have been something to do with a

minor strike.

In what way? Well, communities were at war.

Strikers fighting scabs, cops fighting strikers.

Maybe Mr Buckley went back to work early.

And so became a target for the militants.

Stuart.

Found three names.

Guys from Garsden who had records from the time.

Donnie Hood, Kenny Davidson and Chas Haddon. Yeah, I've already spoken to

Davidson. He denies knowing the Buckleys. Yeah, Chas Haddon said exactly

same thing to me.

Two of them were for breach of the peace.

Only Chas Haddon was convicted of assault during the strike.

Right. Let's have another word, will you?

I already told the other officer.

I never really knew the Buckleys.

All I know is they did a runner during the strike.

Why do you think that was, Mr Harding? I have no idea.

Nothing to do with the strike, then?

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, come on.

You were throwing your weight about intimidating folk.

No different from anybody else.

Only you were convicted of assault.

That was just bad luck.

Look, that's what it was like then.

Everybody was mad at the scabs.

What about Mr Buckley?

Was he a scab?

I told you, I never knew Buckley. When did he go back to work?

I don't know.

Mr Haddon, he lived across the road.

I never kept tabs on everybody.

Look, I just get caught up in all that. Everybody did.

There were violent times.

Beth left in the past.

Zoom in on the guy at the back with the beard.

OK. Play out the mug shots of the three miners.

Chad Haddon.

What about Chad Haddon?

He's in a group shot at Peter Buckley's wedding.

Mr Haddon denied knowing the Buckleys.

The head was nearly severed with a sharp spear, I'd say, forced down onto the

throat, piercing almost all the way through.

Nasty. It's possible somebody was watching us when we went to Haddon's

yesterday. Yeah, killed to shut him up.

Can we identify anybody else in this photo?

Not directly.

The photograph was taken nearly 30 years ago.

People are going to look a lot different now.

We need to follow up on the other militant miner.

There's something going on here that connects them to all of this.

When did you last see Chas Haddon?

Haddon?

I see him all the time. He only lives across the road.

Do you flick the buck, please?

Aye, well.

Is Haddon going missing now?

We were talking to him yesterday about the miners' strike.

What about it?

How you and him and Donny Hood were involved in some intimidation.

I was young then.

Young and stupid.

Did you ever intimidate the Buckleys?

No. But you, Hood and Haddon were mates, right?

At one time, I suppose.

What? You fell out?

I grew up.

And they didn't?

I just... I changed.

I realised that all this fighting amongst ourselves, it was just stupid.

Da, it's cops at Haddon's.

What's happened to Chas?

They're saying he's been killed.

Is that right?

He was found dead this morning.

What happened?

They're saying he's been murdered.

And you think I had something to do with it?

Did you?

That's ridiculous.

I think we've said enough.

It's the hood store you want to go notting on.

Why is that, Paul? Because they're the cause of any trouble around here.

Did he throw a brick through your window?

Paul!

I believe you're friends with Charles Harden.

What if I am?

When did you last see him?

I had a few pints with him a couple of days ago.

How are you? What's up? He was found dead this morning.

What happened?

Somebody killed him.

Davidson. Mickey.

Why do you say that?

They never got on.

Nobody likes the Davidsons.

Maybe they were getting their own back.

For what?

Just being disliked?

I thought they were on your side during the miners' strike.

They were.

Until they went back early.

Mickey!

Don't you think the world would be a better place if you'd just shut up now

again?

We've told you all we know.

What is it with this community?

It's like the old wounds are passed on from father to son.

And the sons are even more bitter.

But could one of these boys have killed Haddon?

The Buckleys disappeared near 30 years ago. The day after we find their bodies,

Haddon gets murdered.

It has to have some connection with the past.

Haddon was an innocent striker.

He hated Davidson for going back to work early.

Well, if he'd been called a scab for all these years, maybe he finally snapped.

I think we have to treat them as a suspect.

Years of intimidation is a pretty strong motive for revenge.

We should speak to Theresa Davidson.

I think she's probably less entrenched in this whole mining thing.

They're fighting in the bloody street.

Come on, Mackey!

They have to pay.

A lot of them. Why?

Why do they have to pay?

How could you ever understand?

All right, folks.

Concert's over. Back to your homes.

Here are you. With me. Now.

So what's the moment between you and the Davidsons? They deserve everything they

get.

Do you want to tell me why?

Pits shut down because of the likes of them.

Your dad tell you that?

The pits were still going. I'd have a decent job.

What is it you do?

Nothing.

I'm on the dole.

There's nothing in Garston.

Why not just move away somewhere else?

Mum died five years ago.

I couldn't leave my dad.

And this is all the Davidsons' fault.

And others like them.

Betrayed us.

Betrayed their class.

History and politics.

And you really believe all this?

I believe in my community.

Enough to kill for it.

I've never been liked as far back as I can remember.

What did the scab say?

Nine months my dad was on strike.

He went back because I didn't have any shoes.

He had no choice.

Yeah, I'm sure.

The police let guard and it didn't go away.

All the way through school, all I ever got was scab this, scab that.

I've had enough.

Nobody would blame you for sticking up for yourself, Paul.

Arseholes like Hood.

I've had enough of them.

What about Chas Haddon?

What about him?

He put your windows in, didn't he?

No, that was Hood.

I hardly knew Haddon.

He never came anywhere near us. What did your dad think about you fighting back?

He was a coward.

Just turns the other cheek.

To hell with that.

This is stopping right here, right now.

And how are you going to do that, Paul?

By killing them all?

I never killed anybody.

You and Paul must be about the same age.

What about it?

Well, it's just you can't really blame him for what happened back in the

Like father, like son.

Does that also apply to you?

Only I reckon you've got a wee bit more going on upstairs than your dad.

Changes nothing.

You're going to spend the rest of your life fighting an old war?

Somebody else's war?

The path was on to us.

It's in the blood.

Do you know that I grew up in Garson?

You?

Hated the place.

Couldn't wait to get away.

It's OK for some.

You could do the same.

Knowing my family.

You sure you're not just using that as an excuse?

An excuse for what?

For doing nothing with your life.

Thanks, Margaret.

The thing is, both the Davidsons, father and son, have a motive for killing

Haddon. I mean, a lifetime of aggravation could tip anyone over the

but why now?

This has got to be connected in some way to the Buckleys. The discovery of their

bodies was some kind of catalyst.

This missing baby, let's just say it wasn't a rumour that the Buckleys had a

child.

What age would it be now if it was still alive?

Er, 24.

Let's get these boys DNA'd.

Open up.

Sorry. Bit too hard there.

Don't worry.

He's used to the odd scab.

Right!

Now, you pair better put your differences to one side, or I'll drag

here in a flash.

Have you got it?

Tell you what, if you're both really good, you might get a wee sweetie.

Fashion facts.

The Buckleys wedding.

There's a woman at the side.

That's you.

Isn't it?

Theresa.

Tell me what happened to the Buckleys.

You were at the wedding.

You were their friend.

Do you remember when we were wee?

And we were all playing up at Cantiloch.

And those girls grabbed me and threw me into the water.

And one of them was pushing my head down.

And I remember gasping for air and looking up.

And you were just standing there.

Watching.

We were only kids.

I thought you might have changed.

I thought you might have grown up.

I can't.

I can't say anything.

You'd kill me if I said anything.

Who would kill you?

Your husband?

Just let it be.

Please.

Theresa, I need to know about the Buckleys.

Buckley went back after six months.

Three months before Kenny.

They came in for some terrible treatment.

I even felt they deserved it.

Till it was my turn.

Who attacked the Buckleys?

Three of them.

What?

The Buckleys.

Who attacked them.

The usual four.

It was always the same four.

Chaz Hatton.

Donny Hood.

Walter Whelan.

And my husband.

Wheeler. He died about a year ago.

His son owned the old mine.

I have those four.

Don't know who's the only one left alive.

We've been right.

There's nobody here.

Not finding anything.

His car's gone.

We've got to find Hood.

I'll get a bulletin out.

You two talk to young Whelan. See what he knows about this.

Your father was involved in intimidating the Buckleys. And then the Buckleys end

up dead in his land.

He bought this land long after the Buckleys died.

Four men attacked the Buckleys. Two of them have been murdered, and I think you

know something about it. Me?

How did your dad die?

Maybe his mates knew something about it. Maybe that's why you're paying them

back. Now, wait a minute. This has nothing to do with me.

You'd better put it straight, Mr Whelan, before we jump to any more conclusions.

Just before my dad died, the guilt got the better of him.

He told me everything.

I was there that night.

Worst night of my life.

The men gathered outside the Buckleys.

Kenny said the idea was to scare them.

That was all.

It's okay.

Stay in the bedroom with the baby.

Don't go away.

Scab! Scab!

Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab!

Scab!

Scab! Scab! Scab!

Scab!

Scab! Scab! Scab!

Scab!

That's it.

Don't go out there. I'll talk to them.

They'll maybe leave. No, Peter, no.

It'll be okay.

You only meant to beat him up.

It went too far.

They had to sign on them.

And they did.

They got rid of the car and canty lost.

Go hold it in a van.

They canted all the stuff into it.

They took the dead bodies and all the stuff up to the garden mine.

One dead body.

What?

Helen Buckley was still alive when they closed up the mine.

She died holding her husband in her arms.

What about the baby, Teresa?

Tell me about the baby.

They drew a line at killing a baby.

Besides, the Hoods were childless.

So they took the boy and brought him up as their own.

So you're saying that Mickey Hood was the Buckleys' baby?

The baby was only a few weeks old.

The Buckleys hadn't got round to registering them yet.

But the Hoods registered them as a home birth.

In their name.

They moved away for a while to another town.

They came back when Mickey was older.

And he never knew?

Yesterday.

I told them he was the son of a scab.

I just thought it would put a stop to things.

Why did you tell him after all this time?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I just thought I would do things right for once.

So you knew the Buckleys' bodies were in the mine? It was so long ago, I didn't

think it mattered anymore.

Well, why not come to us after your father died?

I wanted to keep my dad's name out of it.

Anyway, he'd already tried to confess.

What do you mean?

About five years after it happened, he went and confessed to a detective.

A detective?

Do you have a name?

Oh, I can't remember. Some drunk cop.

Hogan? Aye.

Aye, Hogan told him it was best just left alone, just to let it all go.

Scared he might get held up for messing up the investigation.

Probably. Isn't that the hood's car?

Let's go on to the boss.

You killed my real dad, didn't you?

Didn't you? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Was he smart?

Smart and good looking.

And she was beautiful, is that right?

And here's me.

Look at me!

Nothing but an ugly, stupid wee thug.

That's what you made me.

I'm sorry, Mickey.

Mickey?

No.

Now don't even think about coming anywhere near us, okay?

Okay.

I won't.

But just be calm.

Be calm?

Of course. Be calm.

My whole life gone just like that. But be calm.

Brought up to be a thug by him. But be calm!

It'll be okay, will it?

Is that what you're going to tell me? It'll all be okay?

No, son.

It's too late for that. You killed two people.

I'm sorry. Was that wrong?

Did I have a choice?

Son of a scab.

That's me.

No.

You were weeks old.

Donnie brought you up. He's your dad.

He killed my real dad.

You can't understand.

It was the times.

Daddy. Not good enough.

We were right.

But we did what's wrong.

Come on, Mickey.

You told me you cared about your dad.

You stayed in Garth and because of him.

No.

No.

Maybe if this bastard had left my dad alone, my real dad, things would be

different. I'd be different.

I wouldn't be a killer and we could all go home.

I wish I cared.

I really do.

But I just wasn't made that way.

Helen Buckley's wedding ring.

I thought you'd like to make sure it's with them when they're properly laid to

rest.

You're pretty smart for a wee lassie.

Thank you.