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Brit,
you're gonna be late.

Britney, you need
to be leaving now.

Right, got everything?

I need lunch.

On it.

Homework?

Yeah, can you take me, please?

I can't, darling,
I've got to sort out work.

Please?

Your sister is puking.

Okay, fine.

Tomorrow though, yeah?

Alright, love you!

- Love you, bye.
- Bye!

Okay, I'm
going on the record.

Ignorance really is bliss.

Ignorance is a state where
believing in evil is mocked,

because it sounds religious.

Ignorance helps people
go about their lives,

without having to
face up to the fact

that monsters are
around every corner,

and under every bed.

The blissfully ignorant
would have you believe

that monsters are
few and far between,

that they're mentally
ill or simply sick.

They always see
the good in people

and believe they can be fixed

if they're not
functioning properly.

Well, I hate to
burst their bubble,

but I've stared
evil in the face,

and let me tell you,

evil people don't want
to change or be redeemed.

Look at smelly wee Britney.

You mean Shitney.

Shitney Britney Hamil.

There's a saying
that the road to Hell

is paved with good intentions.

Not in my mind, no.

The road to Hell is
paved with ignorance.

You see, back then,
before the mediocrity

of this kinda Scotland-England
union kicked in,

we Scots could
actually design things.

Design something
that scraped the shite

off your shoe?

Worst argument for indy ever.

Ever shut your mawing puss.

Your piles giving you gyp?

Listen, this is our last
ever stakeout together

before your Floridian
babe drags you off

to the land of the free.

So, shorty.

That's an escort
bird with Winterburn.

Ah, he's gonna hurt her.

It's all these new-time
ponces are good for

is hurting lasses.

- Oi, keep there, police.
- Christ's sake, Ginger.

I want a word with you.

This is private business.

Aye, get away from her.

I should warn you,
I am an Oxford blue.

Oh, gonna be an Oxford black
and blue in a minute, pal.

Hey, come here, fanny baws!

- Fucking break your arm.

Fucking stand still.

Fuck, no!

Thanks for making me drive.

You should have
gone to the A and E.

No, too embarrassing.

They ken me there.

I'll get seen to in Florida.

You're in no fit state for
your leaving do tonight.

Is the location
still a big secret?

Mind, no fucking strip clubs.

Trudi will have my
guts for garters.

That would be
entirely inappropriate

for female officers in the
department, what's with you?

You seriously gonna give
all this up for Florida?

This is a golden setting, mate.

I mean, dreams come true here.

Aye.

Sure.

Right.

Not everyone's dreams.

Two bodies have been found,

in a flat in the old town.

Alright, alright,
alright, alright.

- Come on, you do your job.

Guttering to fuck.

Aye, there's dead
bodies up the stair.

Want to come up and ride 'em
while they're still warm?

Top flat, sir.

Course it is.

Go on then, shoot your load.

French,
ages 22 and 26.

Death by asphyxiation.

Fucking French.

Text me the details
of the leaving do.

Aye, nae bother.

Course, right.

Amanda, yes, shut that door.

Bloody builders.

Now, as you know, Eddie
Rogers is retiring today.

Amanda's been promoted to DS.

You two are gonna be partners.

I thought that Gill
Glover and I were gonna-

Well, that was
the original plan,

but there's not enough female
officers in serious crimes

to justify a dedicated unit.

So, they're gonna have
to spread our women.

Oh aye?

Dougie, the two French students
found dead this morning.

Anything new?

Aye.

Fabienne Rodia and
Gaston Villiers.

Froggy goes a courting,

gets a wee bit carried away

with the turning
off the gas game.

She croaks and then
in romantique regret,

he tops hisself.

Can we dispense with
this froggy stuff?

Look, I want the toxicologists

and the forensics
wankers on this.

Both full of GHB, ligature
marks on both necks,

her full of his spunk.

It's obvious
autoasphyxiation shite.

Fucking French, hey?

Thanks, Dougie.

Right, back to the coalface.

Dougie, Dougie?

Any similarity to most other
sexual strangulation cases?

Aw, do you mean the
serial killer cases

that obsess you?

Aye, if you discount the fact

that the boyfriend
Fabienne was shagging

died and all.

This is my case, Lenny.

I don't need some
social justice warrior

poking his neb in.

My point is-

And my point is keep it out.

Fuck off and play
with the lasses.

Go on.

Ah, fuck!

Late.

Sorry, sorry, I got
caught up in the, sorry.

It's fine, it's fine, nevermind.

- Guess who got the job?

Wow, congratulations!

Well, let's face it,

they'd have been radge to
give it to anybody else, eh?

Yeah, well, sadly they
gave it to Charmaine.

No, no!

I'm sorry, honey.

Well, more fool them, hey?

Yeah, or more fool
you.

Course they didn't give
it to fucking Charmaine.

I am finally under Nieden
Powers management team!

Well, as you know,

alcohol and I

aren't exactly parking in
the same lot these days,

but I kinda wish that we were

so we could celebrate!

Honestly, I can't believe it.

I started there as
an agency clerk.

You're gonna be a director soon.

Hey, when I'm a jakeball in
the street, spare me a quid.

Bob?

Right.

Okay, I'll be, I'll
be right there.

Sorry, I've got to go.

Something important and urgent.

Er, as a manager,

I am both important
and urgent, Mr. Lennox.

Yeah, it's a young girl
who's gone missing,

and I need to find her.

Oh, God, yeah, no.

Yeah, please, please do that.

Okay.

I'm so proud of you.

Okay, everybody.

This is very important.

We have a missing school girl.

Britney Hamil, 13,

of number 36/1,
Murayburn Quadrant.

Left for school yesterday,
usual time, 8:30.

Never arrived.

Whereabouts unknown.

She walked alone to
school yesterday.

Normally, she goes with her
sister, Tess, who was ill.

Vanished into thin air.

Ray?

As we know, in child abductions,

the first 24 hours are crucial.

Uniformed officers have
been out knocking on doors,

talking to neighbours, school
kids, teachers, and so on.

Stuart, you've been
consolidating information, eh?

She's not believed
to have a boyfriend.

There's been no activity on
her phone or social media

to suggest she's been
making or receiving calls.

She hasn't been acting
out of character recently,

nor has she done anything
like this previously.

Uniforms have done a
search of the bedroom,

but there's nothing to suggest
anything going on in her life

that her mum doesn't know about.

And the dad?

He lives in Canada.

He left the mother,
Angela Hamil, 35,

when Britney was a baby.

Surprise.

Find out who hangs
about with her.

Confirm the dad's
still in Canada.

Right, Gill, let's see the CCTV.

Let's see what those
pixels tell us,

in the moments before
Britney vanished, eh?

Right, I don't need to tell you

how much we're gonna be
scrutinised on this one.

So, we say nothing
to the press for now,

and I mean nothing.

Aye, keep the vultures at bay.

By the way, I'd get
your wee team here

to check out the other
school absentees, like.

Billy Lumsden, the
janitor is one.

I always eliminate them first.

Great, Dougie.

You see if you can
find this Lumsden.

What, take one of my
boys off the frog case?

Thought that
was cut and dried?

Well, as you say, Raymondo,
nothing's cut and dried.

We're gonna speak
to the mother, this-

Angela Hamil.

This Angela Hamil
in Hailes Dykes.

She's with a
liaison officer now.

Right, you all know what to do.

Walks on to
Slateford Road, vanishes.

No sighting there.

Nothing of her in the
camera above the school,

50 yards away.

White van,
let's go back to it.

What's she looking at there?

She sees something

when she's halfway
down Slateford Road.

Yeah, that's when
she goes off camera,

that wee blind spot.

Aye, she's definitely distracted
by something or somebody

on Slateford Road.

Is there any CCTV

at the bottom of Slateford
and Connolly Hills?

There?

Not till further down.

There's a dead zone.

Only about 10 foot until the
other camera picks it up.

So, she vanished in
that 10 foot blind spot.

Alright, let's check the
vehicles' comings and goings,

especially that white van, eh?

Maybe some of the residents
have doorbell cameras.

They might've
picked something up.

This isn't an area

where they can afford
that kind of tech.

What about traffic
cams on the roundabout?

Yeah, let's just see

what the speed cameras offer up.

We have got this
from the roundabout.

Stop it there.

Rewind a bit.

Can we ID the plates?

KF67 D.

I need to guess the rest.

Run the numbers
through the database

and see what comes up.

Go back to the lassie again.

Go back.

Note pad.

Let's get down there.

See what's across the road, eh?

I'll keep working
through the pixels.

Find us the rest of that plate.

Yeah.

You okay to drive?

Alright.

All okay?

Yeah, just in my experience,

male cops don't generally
like female officers driving.

Yeah, I'm not keen on driving.

I like to observe and think.

Fucking shit is happening again.

Do you remember
Claire Gorman, 16,

found dead 10 years ago?

Yeah, I was
a student at the time,

but it was a huge case.

They never caught the perp.

Robert Ellis, convicted
of the murders

of Stacy Ernshaw
and Nula Andrews,

five years ago?

The Confectioner killings?

Of course.

Claire's murder was a
similar MO to Ellis' too.

Drugged, raped and strangled.

So?

Ellis had an alibi for Claire,

but not for Nula and Stacey,

so he went down for them.

He was guilty.

He confessed after being caught

masturbating over their graves.

And those murders stopped
after he went down.

Why are you talking about this?

Just thinking aloud.

You're suggesting
Britney is dead

at the hands of a serial
killer already in prison,

and we haven't
even found her yet?

Do you realise how
fucked up that is?

Follow the trail that's hot,

not the one that's cold.

So, she came down here,

and was taken there.

This is incongruous.

- Eh?
- It's out of place.

It's not where it's meant to be.

I know what incongruous means.

Point is if something's
where it shouldn't be,

there's a chance it's
there for a reason.

You're thinking from
Britney's backpack?

Well.

Andy.

We're in the transparency game.

The best disinfectant
is the light.

Sir.

Have you worked on many
missing kids cases?

There's no such thing.

Kids just don't go missing.

- No?
- No, they've either fallen

into the river,

got trapped somewhere,

or have been abducted.

Right, but you're
thinking abduction here?

Absolutely.

And in child abduction cases,

the probability points
to either parents

or family members
being involved.

Let's talk to them.

Don't be scared to lean on her,

particularly about
her male associates.

Yeah, it's
very distressing.

Child abductions are.
- I mean, I haven't been-

It's not just a
kid being snatched,

it's the misery that you find

when you start turning
over the stones.

More often than not,

they'll target kids from
single-parent families.

Why's that?

Oh, when you take a
kid from a broken home,

there's a higher probability
of chaos and pain

in the investigation,

right from the start.

Right, bit of a stereotype,

but it makes sense.

We're at war, Amanda.

This isnae about solving crime,

it's about eradicating scum
from the face of the earth.

It's...

Aye, well, that's why we, we
eliminate them as suspects

from the off.

99% probability, 1% inspiration.

But this white van man,

it's like, if this
boy had six minutes

from 8:46 to 8:52 to grab her,

put it her the car
and silence her,

drive as far as the roundabout-

It's like somebody who
knew what they were doing.

I like the way you're
thinking, Amanda,

but it's still supposition,

so best just keep this
between us, just now, right?

Don't worry on that score.

Hi, Ms. Hamil.

DI Lennox, DS Drummond.

I know you've given
us formal details,

- but I just want you to tell me

as much as you
can about Britney.

She's, she's an angel.

When was the last
time you saw her?

I put her to bed.

We were off to the
cinema, Wednesday night.

Tessa was sick after a burger.

Missed the film,
couldnae go to school,

so Britney walked on her own.

Just walked out that door.

I know it's distressing.

We need to try and
retrace her steps

within the timeframe
of her going missing.

So, I have to ask,

definitely no
boyfriends on the scene.

No, I don't.

Not with the girls.

I meant Britney.

No, of course not.

Not my wee'un.

She's 13, it does happen.

We didnae think she'd make it.

She was starved of
oxygen when she was born.

Was in one of those
incubators for weeks.

She was a miracle.

One in a million.

Ms. Hamil,

I have to ask about
your own relationships.

I told you, I don't date,

not with the girls here.

Promise me you'll find her.

Promise me!

I, I promise.

Everyone's doing their best.

Almost everyone.

We're gonna look
upstairs, Ms. Hamil.

Relatives or friends nearby?

Yeah, Ronnie Hamil,
estranged father.

We're doing doors on the
parents of her friends.

So, it's just the three
of them living here?

Her, Britney, and...

Tessa, Britney's big sister.

Usually walks to
school with her.

This ex-husband,
definitely in Canada?

Yes, Vancouver.

Husband, lover, ex,

I want a list of every
guy that she's shagged,

worked with, got
on the bus with,

in the last five years,

all checked against
the beast register.

We're on it,
but I have to say-

And the sister who was ill?

They've put
her with a friend.

She's sleeping off
a bad stomach bug.

Let's look at her room, and
then we'll walk the beat, eh?

Pished the bed.

Nervous kid.

She'd probably be
wary of strangers.

Every girl's dream.

Prince coming along
and saving them.

Not some filthy
nonce in a white van.

Great, thanks, Gill.

So, we got anything
about her boyfriends,

men in her life,

people who work in the
offices that she cleans?

You heard Angela,

she hasn't had any
romantic interest in years.

Sister, what about her sister?

Tessa, Gill's with her now.

She's 15.

Might be knocking vote
with an older guy.

That street camera
cuts off here,

several feet from where
the white van was parked.

Tommy Loughran, people's
choice for sure.

On the offenders register.

Guess where he lives?

That flinch of Britney's,
possible source?

Confirm with Gill who Tessa
regularly saw on the walk.

Anybody who stood out.

Dirty old Tommy.

Probably too feeble
to do this alone.

So, probably not our man,
but a possible witness?

Aye. Well, it
looks like he's out,

but opportunity, proximity,

Tommy's got both.

Just an old flasher now, right?

It's all
he could muster.

But when footballers
lose their legs,

they often become coaches,

because it keeps them
involved in the game.

Was Britney Hamil
regularly walking to school

on her own?

No, generally with
her big sister.

Generally?

She sometimes came
on her own then?

No, usually with her sister.

But it wouldn't surprise you

if it happened on occasion?

Well, Angela Hamil
is a single parent

under pressure, so no.

Did anybody else ever pick
Britney up from school?

Oh, no.

Did you ever have occasion
to speak to Angela

about her parenting?

Well, not exactly.

Sorry to be curt here,

but time really
is of the essence.

What does "not
exactly" actually mean?

At school sports last summer,

she was chain smoking,

and I simply pointed out

that this sort of behaviour
in front of the children,

on sports day,

was hardly the example to set.

How did she react?

Sneeringly.

She was with a man,

and they'd both
obviously been drinking.

- Did you recognise him?

No.

Could you give DS Drummond here

a full description of this man,

and perhaps look
at some pictures?

One second.

Boss?

Ah.

Stuart?

How's that list coming along?

Slow.

Her grandfather's got
previous convictions.

What about that white van?

Any matches?

Er, we've
matched 86 white vans

with that partial reg

on the Swansea database.

We just need to
work through them.

Right.

Mind, we're on the
clock here, eh?

And how should we
get that to you?

Is email okay?

Yeah, that's fine.

Well, please let me know if
I can be of any further help.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Dull but crucial.

See, when we get back to base,

I need you to try
and trace the source

of that yellow notepad.

Retailer, manufacturer,
et cetera.

You think the school sports
man's the white van guy?

Angela lied about
her boyfriends.

What else is she lying about?

You undermined me
in front of her.

Don't give guarantees.

You're a DS for fuck's sake.

Yes, it was an error.

But don't you pull me up in
front of a member of the public.

You wouldn't do that
to a male colleague.

Women's rights are highly-

Britney is probably being
rifled by some psychopath

who will then fucking
choke her to death.

That is women's
rights being abused.

That, right there.

Quite.

That's why I'm focusing on this
case instead of cold cases.

Amanda, I'm sorry.

You were right.

I did undermine you.

You're apologising?

Unreservedly.

It's just we men,

we have this bullshit
conditioned into us

from a very early age.

Patriarchy is crumbling, Ray.

Let's contribute
for fuck's sake.

I mean, I try to dispense
with the nonsense,

but sometimes it
just creeps out of me

when I'm under pressure.

So again, I'm sorry.

Accepted.

Thanks.

It's a lot of
pressure, catching paedophiles.

The word paedophile is wrong.

Pedo means child,

and phile means love.

These beasts don't
love children,

- they hate children.

It's about evil, twisted power.

These are the kind
of sick bastards

that we're up against, Amanda.

Exhibit A.

Jesus.

Who's that from?

Some minging beast
that we nicked

for distributing child porn.

Could you just pull up
for me up here, please,

and let me out?

Yeah, sure.

- Thanks.
- You okay?

Yep.

Yes!

No, no!

What a point, what a point!

Well, you'll certainly
add a competitive edge

to our management team.

Oh, come on, you're
the head of HR.

You're like the trailblazer
when it comes to all that stuff.

Oh my God.

I'm looking forward to
getting some sisterly support.

I haven't been getting much
of that at home lately.

I mean it, you know?

I, my promotion last year

was a bit emasculating
for Roddy.

You know, some men, they just,

they can't handle
strong, powerful women.

Do you know what I mean?

Anyway, how's your
new romance going?

Tell me.

Yeah, yeah he's really good.

Mm?

He's so lovely.

He's just, he's so caring,

and he's attentive,
and he's reliable.

He used to have a bit of
a problem with the drink,

but he's so over that now.

And he's under all
this stress at work,

and he copes with it so easily.

Hi, my name is Ray
and I'm an addict.

You know, I'm struggling
to cope with my work, eh?

It's literally a matter
of life and death, yeah.

Every day I walk into
that fucking place,

it tears my soul apart.

Every day I deal
with human debris.

These are my colleagues,
people around me, my people,

who the state employ

to pursue the real
scum of this earth.

Clowns to the left of me,

jokers to the right.

And, and all I want is oblivion.

All I want is oblivion.

Every cell in my
body just craves it.

I want it.

I wanna drink this
fucking city dry.

I wanna snort the
entire rainforest

in South fucking America.

And I just wanna, [yells],

tear this fucking place apart.
And I don't know how to stop.

And I just, I just.

Well, that sounds
as if you're onto a winner

with him, doesn't it?

Yeah, I am.

Listen, Gill's
got something for us.

Go ahead, Gill.

Britney's grandfather,
Ronnie Hamil, has vanished.

Last seen in the Royal Oak

the night before
her disappearance.

This could be significant.

He's not at home,
and his phone is off.

The pub landlord last saw
him on Wednesday night,

which is unusual.

Ronnie Hamil's got a previous.

Not for anything like
this though, boss.

That arsehole Angela's shagging.

You mean the school's
sports boyfriend?

Aye.

It's a guy that the headmaster
said she stepped out with.

Well, let's find him.

But Ronnie Hamil's
the main priority.

I'm just saying that the only
previous that Ronnie's got

is for shoplifting and
drunk and disorderly.

He could be
involved though, Ray.

I mean, the laws of
probability are at play here.

I think it's
highly unlikely.

Well, we haven't got much

in the way of highly
likely right now.

So, let's split the team up.

You carry on as normal, Ray.

You find Ronnie Hamil.

Dougie, what's that
yellow piece of paper?

Oh, we found that at
the froggy expiry,

on her desk.

It's a bit of paper
with a number on it.

- Three, seven, two, zero.
- Can I get a look?

Aye, fuck off!

Ray, my office please.

A word.

We need a press release.

Some lassie at the school

has just tweeted that her
friend Britney has gone missing.

Ian Jorge at the news
has got ahold of it.

He's gonna tip off
STV and BBC Scotland,

if we don't play ball.

Yeah, well I think it's good
to get out to the public.

Maybe they'll help
us find Ronnie Hamil.

Listen, I smell nonce
off that jakeball,

but there's no way that
he snatched Britney.

Six minutes to secure
her, get her in the van,

and speed off?

Well, he went missing the same
time as his granddaughter.

Come on.

I doubt he's even
got a driving licence.

Who's to say he
was acting alone.

I-

You're saying you smell
short eyes off him, right?

Who's he been noncing?

Britney, Tessa, probably
Angela before that.

- You say she's a bedwetter?

13 years old, pissing the bed.

Some creep's been
freaking this kid out.

Who's her boogie man?

Flew out of the back of the
vehicle in the struggle.

Or perhaps, perhaps
it was placed there

by some fucking
serial fucking killer!

That's what I'm fucking saying.

That's what I'm fucking saying!

We need to be focusing
on the fucking nonce!

The nonce!

Ray?

Listen, I spotted this, piece
of the yellow note paper.

It's a, it's a piece
of common notepad.

Yeah, but maybe it flew
out of her notepad.

Perhaps as a result
of a struggle.

Maybe it was placed there?

- Maybe it was placed there.
- No, no, no, no.

Ray, for God's sake,

haul in your missing suspects

before you go fixating on
a piece of fucking paper.

Right, the white van sped off

at the same time as
Britney vanished.

The piece of paper wasnae there

until after the
white van sped off.

Have a look at the CCTV.

- I've seen the CCTV.
- Have a look at it.

What does it mean?

Piece of paper could have
blown in onto the scene.

Just find Ronnie Hamil
and the boyfriend.

Sweat the fucking
name out of her.

Her daughter's missing.

Why would she not
be straight with us?

Everyone's got secrets.

And why are you holding back

on the school sports boyfriend?

'Cause we don't
know anything yet.

Anyway, the boss has a hard on

- for Ronnie fucking Hamil.

And you don't?

Ray?

Ray?

I'm just thinking through stuff.

It's going to be a long day.

Are you okay with how
we're working so far?

Yeah.

The mansplaining
irritates me a bit though.

The need to patronisingly
explain every single thing

in that voice.

And what voice would
that be, Amanda?

Seriously, Ray,

you wouldn't talk
to Ginger like that.

No, you're right.

Just talk to me like
you talk to him.

Right then, you fat,
tight-arsed bastard.

Your shout at the boozer.

Where's
you dad, Angela?

Why didn't you
mention him before?

I've told them, I don't know
where he could have gone.

I don't know what he does.

I haven't seen him in years.

I've had nothing to do with him.

You lied about the
boyfriend too, didn't you?

No.

The school sports, Angela.

Who was the guy you were
at the school sports with?

- Ray!
- You don't understand.

- He's not like-
- Name and phone number.

We do not have
time to piss about.

Graham Cornell.

Graham Cornell, right?

Tell me about him.

Why?

Because he might know something.

It wouldnae.

It wouldnae be him!

Angela.

Graham's a friend.

Works at the offices I clean.

Nah, Graham wouldnae.

And anyway, he's gay.

Did you ever talk about
the girls with him?

The girls?

Aye.

I don't...

We just go for drinks.

- He's no-
- When did you last

hear from him?

A while ago.

He goes away a lot.

Keeps himself to himself.

Hi, Gill.

Thanks, good to know.

Guess who's taken two
weeks' annual leave

without telling a fucking
soul where he's going, eh?

Cornell.

- Something's not right.

How can all our prime suspects

disappear at the same
fucking time, eh?

There's a lot of people
vanishing around this case.

I wonder who she's going to
see now then. Graham Cornell?

Follow that taxi.

I always wanted to say that.

It was a win win.

We broke her down,

she'd tell us where
her dad or Cornell was.

If not, she'd lead us to him,

as she's doing now.

Hang on, where's she going now?

Why's she protecting him?

It's her daughter.

She isn't.

Come on!

What are you wanting?

Oh fuck!

Where is she?

Where's my bairn?

You try to nonce
her like you did me?

- You filthy old bastard!
- Ow, ow!

No, Angela, no.

That filthy old nonce
has got her!

He beasted me.

I said I'd never let him
get his hands on my bairn.

I never touched
your fucking bairns!

If he's hurt her, I'll kill him!

Get out!

Take her to the car.

Come back up with masks.

You, up.

- Fuck.
- Get in the house.

Okay.

Get in.

Fuck!

Ugh.

Ugh, what's this smell?

I cannae smell nowt.

Dennis Wagner, scent was
done in with a chair, eh?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Ugh.

Oh, Emlan.

That is
where you got to,

you daft wee bugger.

The place is clear.
There's no sign of Britney.

Aye, I know.

Take that.

Ugh.

Oh, fuck.

Move yourself.

Too pished to question now.

Let 'em de-jake him,

and we'll see if we can
get some sense out of him.

We should pop our head round
the door at Ginger's do, eh?

Yep.

No, no, hang on.

Wait till you hear this one.

The frogs had been
potted here for two days.

Fucking two days!

Ah, Lenny boy.

Hey, Ginger.

Hey, Amanda.

Hiya.

So, end of an era, eh?

Aye.

God, we cannae stay long.

Gotta go and
question Ronnie Hamil

when he sobers up.

Oh well, needs must.

Aye.

So, how's life with
a new partner, eh?

Soft furnishings in the motor?

Listen, I don't
give a fuck anymore.

I mean, other than the
missing bairn of course.

So, what do you think
about Gillman's case?

Just a silly sex game that
got out of hand, surely?

I'm sensing something different.

How are you sensing
something different?

Well, I was thinking it through.

Oh, so you're postulating

that the killer of the
French couple got Britney?

Come on, Ginger, I dinnae
postulate, I hypothesise.

Aye, well let's just hope
wee Britney's still alive,

and she's not potted
Like the Frenchies, hey?

Hey, dinnae tell me you two
puss eaters are vegan, eh?

I've heard it all now.

I'm straight, but I'd
rather munch on any hole,

than go near the cock

of a diseased slab of
old gammon like you.

I thought you were joking

when you said this
place was vegan.

You're full of surprises.

Oh, I'm just getting started.

Right, thank you.

So, it has been a pleasure
to serve with yous all.

In the immortal words
of William Shakespeare,

fuck the Edinburgh police!

Cheers!

Cheers!

Now, as you know,
I'm off to Miami.

But before I go,

I'd like to leave you all

in the capable hands of the
lovely Jessica and Tatiana.

- Come on, boys!

Here, how about you two lesbos

getting the gear off? Get on
the table, give us all a show?

Has anyone ever told you

how repulsive that
mole on your chin is,

and how perfectly it goes
with the rest of you?

Duty call, brother.

Gotta go.

Take care of yourself, Lenny.

I will.

Good man.

Here, Lenny?

Away you go and play with
the wee lassies, go on.

Oh, me?

Oh well, duty calls.

Hey all, ladies.

Okay, right.

Okay, thanks.

So, Ronnie has an alibi.

He was in the
hospital, thank you,

when Britney was taken.

They fished him out of
the canal, half drowned,

and then he discharged
himself later in the morning,

went back on the drink.

May have an alibi, but
he's still a beast.

Should have left him
in the fucking canal.

Graham Cornell's our man.

We still need to speak
to Tommy Loughran.

Maybe there's a link somewhere.

Ray?

Yeah, sorry, yeah.

I doubt it, but we
need to eliminate it.

So, all we got now
is circumstantial,

nothing concrete.

- We need some-
- Evidence?

There's nothing but shit
porn on Ronnie's laptop.

My mate, Georgie Boy.

We got so drunk on that
forensics residential

up in Harrogate.

Okay.

He was there at Sione,
the Confectioner case.

What's this thing everyone
has with Confectioner?

There's a lot of stuff
that never came out.

He terrorised communities.

I always suspected
that he was guilty

in the murder of at least 12
girls all over the country.

Mr. Confectioner was like
the Yorkshire Ripper.

Didn't just send shivers down
the spine of every woman,

but every husband,
boyfriend, father, son,

every man who ever
truly loved a women.

I investigated missing girls
up here, like Hazel Lloyd.

She was a ballet dancer,

who I always suspected
was taken by Confectioner.

This man, is pure
unadulterated evil.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I, I just, I wasn't being nosy.

I mean, I was but...

Ray, what is this?

The man who took their lives

is still out there somewhere,

and he won't let go.

Not ever.

These people, they leave a mark.

Wait a minute.

What's that?

Looks like a girl.

Shall we see?

Lennox?

The thing about
ignorance though,

at some point, reality
always shatters it.

Some people don't
want redemption.

They know they're
on the road to hell.

They just want to drag as
many other souls with them

on their way.