All language subtitles for Silent Witness S17E05 In a Lonely Place (1) -EN

HE CRIES OUT IN FEAR

HE GROANS WITH EFFORT

Niall!

Niall!

Niall!

SHE GASPS

- He's massive.
- Now that's four of your seven seconds.

GUNSHOT SOUNDS

GUNSHOT SOUNDS

Hello, old friend.

You've... hunted this
actual deer before?

This actual deer. Aye.

I knew I'd get him one day.

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silentium. ♪

- How was your flight?
- Sorry?

- How was your flight?
- Oh. Fine, thanks.

I really appreciate you coming
all this way, Dr Alexander.

- You too, Mr Hodges.
- Hodgson. Jack.

I made sure nothing was
touched. I wanted you to see it fresh.

- Good.

So... was she killed here or
is this just a deposition site?

No blanching.

Lividity on the underside
of her legs is fixed.

OK.

Suggests that she was left
in this position at time of death

or shortly after.
- Any idea of cause of death?

No good ones.

Well, there's no
evidence of strangulation.

Probably best if we
process first and talk second.

Sure thing. Just be over there.

Matchbook.

Clarissa might be able to
clean up the lettering on that.

I'll get it secure
couriered back to the Lyell.

Mud and grazes on both
knees suggest she fell hard.

Deep, thin abrasions.

Looks like wire. Wire
he then removed.

Vicious and methodical.

Get the pot.

Gotcha.

Thank you.

Jack.

Jesus!

Looks like an exit wound.

Let's check her back.

No bullet hole.

Get the feeling we won't
be making that plane?

- Just a bit.

She was shot?

- Shot and then redressed.
- Jesus!

Any ID?

Not yet. We need to get the
body back for postmortem.

Someone must be looking for her.

ELECTRONIC MUSIC FADES IN

"Oblivion" by Grimes

♪ Another walk about after dark

♪ It's my point of view

♪ If someone
could break your neck

♪ Coming up behind you

♪ Always coming and
you never have a clue... ♪

Here! That's not a
dance, that's a tease!

Hey!

Oi! Try that again and
I'll give you a show, pal.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah. Of course.

You sure?

Hi Gloria, sorry I'm late.

Hi. How are you? Come to Mummy?

Going to give Mummy a
kiss? Hmm? SHE GIGGLES

Crenlogue Police have
launched a murder investigation

after a body was discovered in
Macroom Forest by a hunting party.

Forensic teams have now
begun a search of the area

spanning 15 square miles.

The body is believed to be female
but that remains unconfirmed.

A postmortem examination will
take place at the end of today...

TV REPORT FADES OUT

The victim is an unidentified
female in her early 20s.

She was lying face-up for a
period of five to seven days

between her death and
the discovery of her body.

The bullet appears to have
entered the heart and lung cavity,

penetrating the aorta and tearing
open the heart and lung tissue.

- Looks like an expanding bullet.
- Mm.

Small entry wound in her back

and contrastingly large
exit wound to the chest

suggest that the bullet lodged
inside her and then mushroomed.

- Cause of death, then?
- Yes. No question.

Any chance of a bit more light?

I'll get that then, shall I?

Thanks.

Bullet fragment.

Victim has a broken nose
which is partially healed.

From the bruising it
looks like the breakage

was sustained roughly
a week before her death.

Various cuts and scratches
to the victim's arms and legs.

Embedded in the
wounds are splinters...

..and bark consistent
with the trees

in the forest where
the victim was found.

She was running
through the trees?

Injuries suggest high
velocity contact, yes.

But we didn't find corresponding
scratches and tears to her clothing.

Suggests that she was pursued,
shot, then redressed by the killer.

There is evidence of vulval
trauma suggestive of rape,

possibly multiple rapes.

I'll swab for DNA and
under her fingernails...

..which have recently
been cut short.

White paint flakes here.

There's white paint on the
wire I found at the scene.

It looks like the
width of the wire

matches the welts
in the victim's wrists.

So, we have white
paint flakes in her hair

and in the circular
injuries to her wrist

and on the wire that we
think caused those injuries.

- She was strung up over something?
- Chips are edged with rust.

- Something metallic? I dunno, a pipe?
- A pipe works.

And it explains the
upward angle of the welts

on the outer side of her wrists.

Gravity.

She hung suspended.

"Help Me Lose My Mind" by
Disclosure Ft. London Grammar

♪ Help me lose my mind... ♪

- Thank you, Jerome.
- Oh, wait a minute.

- What about the money, mate?
- Stick it on the tab.

Yeah, I would
stick it on your tab

but it's running away with itself.
- So?

So it's over a grand and
we've got a business to run.

Over a grand? Jesus
Christ, I'm sorry!

I'm so... I had no
idea. I'm so sorry!

Let's see when it gets to
two grand pal, let me know.

Arsehole.

That was a bit
unnecessary, wasn't it?

Oh, come on!

Yes, it bloody was.
He's just doing his job.

Oh, so he is. Aye.
Poor wee gentleman!

Oh, you know, it's such a...

Oh, I feel terrible now, I really do!
- Mike. That's enough.

You stay for the lecture,
pal. I've got better things to do.

Here. I'll bring
the rest tomorrow.

- I'm sorry about him.
- You've been saying that for 20 years.

Thank God there's only
another ten left then, eh?

HE SHOUTS

What am I looking at?

I've no idea. What
are you looking at?

A matchbook found
on an unidentified body.

An unidentified body in
Scotland, by any chance?

What difference does it make?

I wondered if your
victim might be American.

- American?
- More specifically a New Yorker.

SHE GASPS It's the
Manhattan bloody skyline.

So you've had no reports
of missing girls at all?

- No.
- As in none?

Not recently. Not
from Crenlogue.

And before "recently"?

Not in the two
years I've been here.

You sure about that?

We've had the odd lass
running off to Kirkhaven

but no-one who didn't
turn up again, all right?

Whoever did this was
confident. Organised.

Nothing about it
feels like a first kill.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Maybe if the victim's not from
the area, the killer isn't either.

Maybe. But they know their
way around Macroom Forest.

All 15 square miles of it.

Do you have a New York-themed
bar or restaurant around here?

- In Crenlogue? Are you joking?
- What about further afield?

I think there's a place down in
Kirkhaven called the Manhattan Bar.

- What kind of place is it?
- Pole dancing club.

- We need to pay it a visit. Now.
- Says who?

The matchbox in our
victim's jacket says who.

Look, by all means
you follow it up

but I've got a murder
inquiry to coordinate.

- Fine.
- Jack, just do me a favour?

Tread carefully.
It's not my patch.

The man who shot the deer and
found the body, what's his name?

Niall Wallace. Why?

Bullet casing from our victim.

Note the two fine
tramline scratches.

Remnant of the bullet
casing we think killed the stag.

Same scratches.

Both bullets were hand modified
using the same implement.

If we found the common tool...

- What kind of tool?
- A collet bullet puller.

- What?
- A bullet press.

It uses a caliber-specific
clamp to grip the bullet

while the loading press is
used to pull the case downwards.

Niall Wallace owns several.

- How do you know?
- It's where I buy my ammo.

He's the best.

Well, his car's here.

That's his workshop, there.

- I'll check the house, sir.
- On you go.

OBJECTS CLATTER Shit!

Are you OK? Yeah.

Give me a torch.

See if you can
find a light switch?

Jesus!

Here's your bullet press.

Nikki. Nikki.

THEY BREATHE HEAVILY

Scratch marks.

He's definitely hung
something up there.

PC Bathurst, right?

Right.

How can I help?

Well, you can start by
putting that gun down.

This old thing?

I was just cleaning it.

Didn't realise it
was still in my hand.

Come on, Niall.

We just want to ask
you some questions.

That's what you said
when my dad died.

Didn't see my bed for a week.

Paint flakes.

Look familiar? Yeah.

Sir!

Well, come and get it, big man.

HANDCUFFS CLICK

DISTANT MUSIC

Hey, you can look
but you can't touch.

What can I get you?

My name's Jack Hodgson.

I'm a forensic scientist
working alongside the police.

What? Like a CSI?

Yeah, like CSI.

What can I do for you, Jack?

I'm trying to ID a young
woman, recently deceased.

Could it be a member of your
staff, could just be a punter,

in which case...

In which case?

Can I help you, mate?

Who is this girl?

Afraid you're out of luck.

But we've got plenty
of other nice girls.

Mum. He's with the police.

- Her name's Caitlin.
- Caitlin what?

No idea.

- She worked here?
- In a manner of speaking.

What does that mean?

Means when she could
be arsed to turn up.

Then how come you
don't know her last name?

Because she never bloody
told me, all right? What is this?

Caitlin was found yesterday
afternoon in Macroom Forest.

We estimate she'd
been dead about a week.

This is shrapnel from
the deer we know you shot

and this is a fragment from the
bullet that killed the young woman.

So what?

Both bullets were
modified by the bullet press

we found in your workshop.

You know, I've been thinking
about making a change.

Been thinking
about it for a while.

- A change? -Aye.

You mean like upgrading
your prey from deer to women?

Wouldn't call that an upgrade.

- No? - No.

See, hunting's a
test. It's a challenge.

I mean, where's the challenge

in hunting some tart
through the trees? Eh?

So what kind of change were
you talking about then, Niall?

Decent bullet press
shouldn't leave any marks.

I was thinking of
changing to a spring-loader.

Well, you know what they say about
bad workmen blaming their tools?

I'm no workman. I'm
more of an engineer.

Well, some say I'm an artist.
- Really?

See, that's why my
hand-augmented ammo

sells to such a wide
variety of people.

Hunters, tourists, farmers,

weekenders from the city

who fancy killing something
that's not computer generated.

The rifle you pointed at PC
Bathurst was illegally modified.

I didn't point it at him.

- That's not what he says.
- Then he's lying.

And as for small changes I
may or may not have made

to the barrelling, big deal.

But it is a big deal,
Niall. It's against the law.

Well then, it's against
the law for my customers -

the sheriffs, chief
constables, procurators fiscal.

Aye. That's right. You
see I modify their guns, too.

We're all hunters up here, miss.

And you'd know that if you
were local. Genuine local, I mean.

Trust me, I wear it as a
badge of honour that I'm not.

You see, that kind of attitude,
well, it's liable to get you killed.

Are you threatening me?

No. Just the opposite.

I'm warning you.

Did you warn your dad?

Watch your step.

Give us a minute,
girls. FAINT MUSIC

Hello.

- I hear you knew Caitlin well?
- Well enough.

- What about her last name?
- I don't know. She was just Caitlin.

When did she last
come in to work?

A week ago Thursday.
You asked me that already.

And now I'm asking her.
You got a problem with that?

She was fine. Wasn't she, Amy?

Why do you think she was just
plain old Caitlin? It was her choice!

I think you were her employer
and you had a duty of care.

She didn't want us
to know her last name,

who she was and
where she came from.

Half the girls don't
and I don't ask.

Sounds like you've
told me all you can.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

All the pathology evidence

indicates that we're looking
for a seasoned hunter.

I understand you're the best.

Your homemade bullet caused
some of the worst internal injuries

I have ever seen.

Like you said, I'm the best.

Few days before
I found the body,

I was in the same part of
the forest. I heard someone.

- You heard someone?
- Aye.

Then I heard a
shot. Just the one.

- What did you see?
- Nothing.

Sound travels in
a forest, Detective.

You can be 500
yards from someone

and it sounds like
they're right next to you.

You said this was a few days
before the body was found.

Can you be more specific?

I want to say it was Sunday,

but I was priming the
out house all weekend.

Must've been last Friday.

So six days before
the body was found?

- Were you alone?
- Aye.

And you can't give us
any kind of description?

- No.

- Nothing? - Nope.

Oh. I did see a van
parked down the lane, aye.

Maroon or dark red.

Maroon or dark red?

Your bullshit is starting to get
on my nerves a wee bit, hillbilly.

So let's see if I
can get this straight.

You heard someone
but you didn't see anyone.

You heard a bullet but you're
not positive about what day.

And you saw a van that
was either maroon or dark red.

See, you're not selling me
a watertight alibi here, Niall.

And it begs the question,

why didn't you mention this
when you found the body?

I'll tell you
something, wee man.

If I'd been on my
own when I found her

I would have left her there.

Why?

Call it prior experience.

When my dad died, all this
lot tried to do was pin it on me.

I want as little to do with you
corrupt little bastards as possible.

Unless we're buying
your hunting supplies?

Shut up, Niall.
As in don't speak.

Don't say another solitary word.

Are you personally indemnified
against prosecution, detective?

The reason I ask is I don't
want you to get a big shock

when I bring civil cases against
the police force that you represent

and you, individually, shorn of
your detective constable status.

Detective sergeant.

If you're going to sue me, you
might as well get my rank right.

Look, I gave him his phone call...
- Just cut the crap.

You don't say squat to my
client until I'm sat by his side.

And if any of this is news to you
then I am seriously depressed.

What was she like, Caitlin?

She was a laugh.

When I first started, she
gave me the confidence

to get up and do it, you know?
- Uh-huh.

Taught me how to
handle the punters, too.

She looked out for you?

Yeah.

She used to say, "Do
as I say not as I do."

- Did she have troubles of her own?
- Doesn't everyone?

I'm not judging her, Amy.

I just want to find out
what happened to her.

That night when we were leaving
the club she was pretty drunk or high...

I don't know...
- Go on?

I'd noticed she'd got a bit
close to one of the punters

when she was dancing.
- A regular?

No, I'd never seen him before.

But when we got outside, I
turned round and she was gone.

Did you think she might've
gone off with the punter?

I contacted the police two
days later. Weren't interested.

They have you fill out a missing
persons report though, yeah?

No. They told me to
stop wasting their time.

Is this the man you
think Caitlin went off with?

No.

I mean, I didn't get a good
look at him but definitely not him.

Thank you, Amy.

Are you OK?

Can I take you anywhere?

If I was the bitch you're
making me out to be,

I would've cleared
her locker last week.

She had a kid.

HE SIGHS

Lamborghini 5.

- Does that mean anything to you?
- Sounds like the Grand Prix Hotel.

The rooms are named after different cars.
- Classy joint!

Most of their guests are
off-shore oil workers. Rough lot?

Some of them. We
get our share here.

- Are you sure?
- No. Not without chemical tests.

But the texture's visibly
different, have a look.

Paint flake found on Caitlin...

..and from the pipe
in Wallace's barn.

He says he uses the
pipe to hang animal hides.

Maybe he does.

Either way, I don't
have enough to hold him.

Not with that brief.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

- Jack?
- 'Listen.

'I managed to
identify the victim.

'Tell Ross we need a warrant
for the Grand Prix Hotel.'

- How is he, OK?
- Yeah, that should be him for tonight.

You know, I've been
thinking about you all day.

- I'm tired.
- Another headache?

- No.
- You gone off me, then?

Just leave it, Steve,
you know it's not that.

Well, why don't you
tell me what it is, then?

DISTANT SIREN SOUNDS

SIREN SOUNDS

BRAKES SCREECH

Well, well. Kerb crawling
while on duty, eh?

Picking up slappers
on police time?

Look what the cat
dragged in, DI Laing.

- He doesn't write. He doesn't call.
- It's disappointing.

It's heartbreaking.

I taught this bastard
everything he knows.

And when he does darken our
doorway he doesn't even knock.

- I'm sorry.
- You what?

- I'm sorry. - You're sorry?

Apology not accepted.

You've hurt his feelings, son.

This is Dr Nikki Alexander.
She's helping me with a case.

In what capacity? I'm
a forensic pathologist.

A forensic pathologist?

- From where?
- London.

That's a long way.

A little bird tells me that you're
heading up to the Grand Prix

to shake down an oil worker?

- Is that a problem?
- Not now, it's not.

This is Jack Hodgson. He's helping
us on the forensics side of things.

DI Laing, DS MacNeil.
- Hello.

- You from London, too?
- Depends how far back you want to go.

Ha! What is it with you?

Bringing in outside help
just to wrap up a dead tart!

We've got experts
up here too, you know.

She had a name, it's Caitlin.

She was raped and tortured and
gunned down as she fled for her life.

- Yes. I heard that.
- Yes, you did.

Her workmate reported her missing
and was told to stop wasting police time.

That's all we need.
A squint with a heart.

All right, Mike?

How'd you know my name?

Cheeky!

- Have I nicked her?
- I think you have, yeah.

Oh, can I help you?

Yep. Lamborgini 5,
mate. Is it occupied?

- Yeah.
- Who by? How long?

- Linus Skinner. Couple of weeks.
- Right.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Who is it?

Linus Skinner, open up.

Go away. DOOR BANGS

Guess we're not
in Kansas anymore.

- What've you been up to, Skinner?
- Piss off. I've got rights.

Yeah, you do.

Until you start raping and
murdering girls of Kirkhaven.

Then those rights
diminish somewhat.

When did you last see this girl?

- What girl? - This girl.

Well, I can't see properly,
can I? Cos of fatso here.

- Argh!
- You were saying?

This girl is dead. Murdered.

We found a beer mat in her shorts
with your room number written on it.

Our guess is it'll have your
DNA and fingerprints all over it.

So I go down the Manhattan
Club for a few drinks.

That's where it ends.
I'm a family man.

See?

Why would I want to play away
with a wife like that at home?

I think I preferred you
blonde, Mrs Skinner.

Wrong room, love.

- Right key, though.
- Nice boots.

Where'd you get them?

- Present from a friend.
- This friend?

Because, as her friend, you might
be interested to know she's dead.

He gave me them to me.

There's blood staining
inside the boots.

If it belongs to Caitlin,

I'm pretty confident we
don't have the wrong room.

The fact the blood's not
smudged tells its own story.

It had time to dry out after
Caitlin sustained the injury

and before you gave
them to your friend.

I take it all back, Ross.
I quite like these two.

All right.

Caitlin came back here
with me after the club.

- Last Thursday, right?
- Yeah.

But by the time we got
back here she was a mess.

She was hyper one
minute, suicidal the next.

Kept going on
about her bloody kid.

I didn't mean to hit her that
hard. You broke her nose.

Serves her right.
Little junkie prick tease.

Oi! Oi! Easy, easy. Come
on, back off! Come on!

Get off me!

Easy, Tyson. That's our job.

Right, you hit her. Then what?

The blood just
seemed to freak her out.

She just ran out of here
like the building was on fire.

I have two observations.

You're the last
person to see her alive

and your story's full of shit.

I'm taking him in. It's my case.

Not if that room's our
primary crime scene, it isn't.

It isn't. Caitlin was shot
out in Macroom Forest.

If Skinner's guilty, then this
was just the abduction site.

No, no. Listen, blondie, unless
you want us to stick your mate Jack

in for assault, keep
your nose out of it. OK?

It's fine, Nikki, honestly.

Nikki. Hey.

- What the hell happened in there, Jack?
- I'll tell you later.

- No. Tell me now.
- No, I promise you...

- If something is going on, then...
- Listen to me! Two scenarios.

Depending on
whether Skinner's lying,

Caitlin was either barefoot
or wearing cowboy boots

last time she was seen alive.

So who does the gold
shoe you found belong to?

- Exactly.

Getting some prints here.
Going to e-mail them to Clarissa.

- It's three o'clock in the morning.
- Has she ever let us down?

You didn't! You called her?

- She was totally cool about it.
- You owe me big time for this.

I'm not talking dinner,
bottle of wine, chocolates.

I'm talking blood.

- 'I really appreciate it, thanks.'
- I'll call you back.

Prints on your shoe
belong to a Barbara Cheung.

Convictions for drug
possession, intent to supply.

- 'Got an address?'
- As of her last conviction

she listed her place of work as
a massage parlour in Kirkhaven.

What is it?

Tell me.

Why have you never
asked me about these?

I thought you'd tell me
when you were ready.

I'm ready.

Five years ago...

..a man kidnapped me.

He raped me.

He raped me and
he tried to kill me.

Why did you not
tell me this before?

Did the police get him?

No. I didn't tell the police.

Why not?

- Sarah?
- Because I was ashamed.

I was broke...

..and to make ends meet I
was doing some stripping.

I had debts and my parents
couldn't help me. I was desperate.

And is that as far as it went?

Stripping?

You mean did I sell my body?

Yeah.

Once.

When I was absolutely desperate.

I hated it.

It was... it was a disaster,
and never again. OK, happy?

Carry on.

I'm not a complicated
man, Skinner.

But this seems pretty simple
to me - you've got a temper,

you beat up tarts.

You were the last person to see
the victim alive before she runs

into the night, bleeding from
an injury that you inflicted.

Yeah. I know it
doesn't look good.

That's the understatement
of the year, son.

I haven't seen Barbara Cheung
in over three month. Sorry.

What was she like?

Tough cookie.
You could trust her.

I even let her look after
this place sometimes.

You have any idea where
she went after she left?

London, probably. That's
where she was from.

But you're not sure?
Did she leave suddenly?

Yeah. Very.

Didn't even pick up her
last pay packet, as I recall.

He came from nowhere.

He grabbed me...

..pushed me into his van.

He tied my hands with wire...

..and he blindfolded me...

..and then he raped me.

HE SIGHS

In the morning he...

..he drove me out
to Macroom Forest...

..and he told me to run.

And I did. I ran for my life.

And he started firing at me.

I could smell the gunpowder

but I couldn't even
see where I was going.

But I managed to
find a hiding place.

And I watched him go by,
and I ran the other away.

I walked all day with
my hands still tied.

Hours and hours.

I really thought I was
going to die in that forest.

Steve?

I need some time
to think about this.

Steve.

Look at me.

Please.

Does nothing I've said
here make sense to you?

Oh, for all you know, Barbara
Cheung's back in London,

massaging for England.

Come on, she left
without her pay packet.

I found her shoe 20 yards from
the body of another young woman.

He's right.

You don't have the budget
to launch a search that big?

You know I don't, sir.
That's why I'm here.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Now we're sure there's other
bodies buried in that forest.

That's what we're sure about, is it?
How come he didn't bury this one?

How come he didn't bury Caitlin?

Look, it's possible he was
disturbed before he got the chance.

Results are back on
the fingernail scrapings

and vaginal swabs from Caitlin.

Both show the presence of
bleach, which destroys DNA.

We're dealing with
a highly organised,

sexually motivated killer.

We need to search that forest.

DOGS BARK

Set the dogs free. All of them.

What have we got?

Five so far.

All female.

I don't care how
good he thinks he is.

Somewhere here,
he's made a mistake.

Left us a clue. Something.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Amy. It's Jack Hodgson.

- Who?
- The forensics guy. We met yesterday.

Amy, you need to get home and
stay home, and you need to do it now.

- Gloria. Has Steve called?
- No.

Some bloke did
come by this afternoon.

- Who?
- I dunno.

Just spoke to him on the
intercom. He didn't come up.

- Well... what was his name?
- He didn't give one.

He just asked for you
and I said you were out.

Is everything OK?

OUTBOUND RINGTONE

What are your first
impressions of how long

the bodies have
been in the ground?

Decomposition rates vary wildly

so we'll really need to assess
once we get back to the mortuary.

That's why I said "first
impressions", love.

'This is the Kirkhaven major
incident room. Please hold.'

PHONE BEEPS

I think that the oldest body

has been in the ground
at least three years.

What?

Skinner's in the
clear, that's what.

We've got nothing.
We have to let him go.

Skinner's only been
in the UK for a year.

Before that he was in Dubai.
- For how long?

The guts of a decade,
his employers confirm it.

Barbara Cheung.

She never made
it back to London.

Laing and MacNeil's favourite
pathologist, Dr Jenkins, is here.

- Dr Andrew Jenkins...
- Dr Nikki Alexander. Jack Hodgson.

- Hello.
- Yes, I've read some of...

Well, several of your papers.

- I'm glad to make your acquaintance.
- Thank you.

Although, I will confess I
was... surprised to learn

that DS Ross had
recruited from so far afield.

- And when I say "surprised"...
- You mean "offended"?

Well, let's settle
for "disappointed".

THUNDER RUMBLES

RAIN PATTERS

MOBILE RINGS FAINTLY

MOBILE RINGS

Jack?

She might be the oldest yet.

The cuffs must've slipped
off as the body decomposed.

- Anything we didn't see with Caitlin?
- Funny you should ask.

Something we didn't see with
Caitlin and we're still not seeing.

No jewellery.

Not a ring.

Not a necklace. Not a bracelet.

Trophies.

Exactly.

Niall?

NIALL!

Have you heard the news?

About the bodies?

- Where've you been all night?
- Where do you think I've been, eh?

- Might be my last chance.
- What...? Why are you saying that?

They're going to pin this on
me sure as day follows night.

But... you haven't
done anything?

- Was that a question?
- No.

You sure? Cos that
sounded like a question.

Niall, please...

You can't even look at me.

You don't...

I know that you're innocent!

And I know that you
never killed your dad!

No matter what you think, I
never told the police you did!

Niall!

NIALL!

PHONE RINGS Chamberlin?

- Thomas, it's Nikki.
- How's Scotland?

I need your help.

Two bodies checked
in here this morning.

It's me that needs you. Today.
- I'm sorry, but they'll have to wait.

That's not your call, Nikki.

We found seven more
bodies in the forest last night.

With Caitlin that's eight.
I want to send you four.

I'm sure they have
more than adequate...

Not in Kirkhaven, they don't.

Look, this killer was free to keep
on killing because nobody cared.

I want us to see this through,

and I really need
your help to do that.

Of the eight bodies recovered
so far, this is the best preserved

and, pending identification,
will be known as Victim B.

Victim B is wearing a denim
jacket buttoned all the way up.

It looks like the victim might have
been shot from behind at close range

with an expanding bullet,
and then re-dressed.

We saw the re-dressing
signature with Caitlin's murder.

Dr Jenkins? Have you come
across these hallmarks before?

No. No. I think I
would've remembered.

"Chased". "Re-dressed"?
What does it add up to?

I think it adds up to a
woman-hating sadist

who masks his
inadequacies with guns

and possibly, other
military paraphernalia.

OK, that's quite the theory,
but why? Why does he do it?

Power.

He chains them up like
slaves, hunts them like animals,

and then re-dresses
their bodies like dolls.

What are the common factors?

Power. Control.

Specifically, control over women

that probably eludes
him in everyday life.

Quite the profiler
for a pathologist.

I've picked up a few
things here and there.

Mainly from guys like you.

Carry on.

Looks like she was shot
in the lower right calf...

Bringing down a target with a
maiming shot is a military technique.

Yes, it is. But the fatal shot is
typically administered to the head.

Well, you can't cover up a
gunshot wound to the face.

So...?

So, if the re-dressing
element is important to him,

then it might explain
the discrepancy.

A fatal shot to the chest, he
can work with. Zip up. Button over.

During transportation, I noticed
that three of the other seven bodies

had similar injuries. All to
the rear of the lower right leg.

Dr Alexander?

Two days ago, DS Ross
questioned a Niall Wallace

in connection with Caitlin's murder.
- What tied Wallace in?

He hand-modified the
bullet that killed her.

As a teenager, he was a suspect,

only a suspect, in the
murder of his father.

I like him already!

His father bled to
death after being shot

in the back of the leg
in Macroom Forest.

Trip down memory lane, coming back here...
- A happy one?

Overall? No.

I mean, her phone
was in her car,

and the keys just
left in the ignition.

Just put it all down, sir.
That's what the form's for.

Same MO.

Good enough for
me. Let's bring him in.

Well, I'll need to get on
with the next postmortem,

so if there anyone else you
want to attend instead, then...

No, no need. I'll attend.

You interview Wallace?

OK.

Partial muddy shoe print in
the back. It rained last night.

Assailant lies in wait,
grabs her from behind.

And takes her. But where?

This was broken with force.

THUNDER RUMBLES, RAIN PATTERS

'He's trying to get her
in the back of his car...'

DULL THUD

'She's grabbing at
anything she can...'

THUNDER RUMBLES

You haven't seen her or
heard from her all night?

- No.

Is it normal for
her to stay out?

No. What is it? Have
you found something?

If it's not normal, why didn't you
call the police till this morning?

Because we had a row,
OK? Now, what's this about?

We need something
with Sarah's DNA.

Sir, if there's a chance she's been
abducted we have to move fast.

Look, there's something
I need to tell you.

Oh!

Showing someone a graphic
image of their dead father?

Well, congratulations,
Sergeant, that's a new low!

Well, you know, we can't
rest on our laurels, Sophie.

You know what I think, Niall...

All those poor lasses
out in Macroom Forest,

they would still be here now, if
it wasn't for your bastard father.

Watching your dad die.

That gave you an even bigger
thrill than you expected, didn't it?

Seeing the old man
running scared, bleeding out.

At your mercy.

Felt great. Powerful.

You're the big man, at last.

And like a cold
beer on a hot day,

you couldn't stop
at one, could you?

With Dad gone, you
needed fresh victims.

And with all those...

those nasty hormones all
raging through your blood...

..they had to be
female, Niall, eh?

They had to be female victims.

The brief I had back then...

He told me to say I was
home when Dad was shot.

That was a lie?

I WAS in the forest
that afternoon.

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT ECHOES

RUSTLING

This "man in the military
fatigues", how old was he?

Mid-thirties, maybe.

"Mid-thirties,
maybe". What else?

Come on, what else?
Anything else about him?

- No. - No.

So the man ran away. Then what?

I remember I was spooked.

So, I decided to go home.

RATTLING

HE CRIES OUT

There were other folk
in the wood that day.

Not a word about this
man in military fatigues.

It's not a wood, it's a forest.

There is no evidence
that he is anything more

than a figment of
your guilty conscience!

I saw him, you prick!

You understand that?

- OK, Niall...
- I saw him.

Now would be a great
time to sit back down

and apologise to
Sergeant MacNeil.

Apologise, my arse.

CHAIR SCRAPES

I hear they sweated
you hard about your dad.

Held you to the wire, eh?

Questioned you all night?

And yet you never
once mentioned this man.

How many times? My brief
told me to say that I was at home.

- Your brief told you to lie?
- Yes!

I would love to meet
this ex-brief of yours.

Wouldn't you, Ms Dalglish?

Well, good luck. Cos he's dead.

Isn't that convenient!

He took her to Macroom
Forest and told her to run.

Bound and blindfolded?

She said he took
the blindfold off,

started chasing her through
the trees. Firing at her.

- And she never went to the police?
- I think she was ashamed.

Why? When she told
me about her stripping,

I was shocked.

I had to know if that
was the extent of...

..you know, what she'd done.
- And it wasn't?

She'd gone with a punter.
Just the once, she said.

And you were less
than understanding?

It was a shock, that's all.

More of a shock than the fact that
she was raped and almost killed?

- No, of course not!
- Easy, Jack.

She lived with this for years.

Finally worked up
the courage to tell you,

and you threw it in her face?

Sir?

A woman went missing
last night and, get this,

her husband says she
was abducted five years ago

and taken to Macroom Forest.

The same woman?

Sarah O'Keefe. We found her
car outside her flat this morning,

key in the ignition,
phone still in her bag.

Doesn't look good.
- "We"?

Me and Jack Hodgson.

You want to join me for
round two with Niall Wallace?

I'll raise a priority alert
for this Sarah O'Keefe.

I'll see you in there.

- Good on you.
- Sorry.

Where's Sarah O'Keefe?
What have you done with her?

- Who?
- She's the one that got away, Niall!

You had to fix that before
we came for you, didn't you?

- Where is she?
- What?

She's got a little boy, 18
months! He wants his mummy!

- Niall, do you want a break?
- He's just had a break!

- Where were you last night?
- Hunting.

I don't know this woman.

- Bullshit! Where is she?!
- I DON'T KNOW HER, ALL RIGHT?!

Just get me out
of here, all right?!

This is your last chance, Niall.

This is your last chance
to buy a bit of goodwill.

Bit of remorse goes a long way
with the judge. Isn't that right, Sophie?

We need to search
his farm again.

Well, sir, it's our patch.

My men know
that farm inside out.

I can handle the search and you
can stay here where you need to be.

I'll decide "where
I need to be".

Thank you. Sergeant.

- Can I ask you something?
- What?

When you were based down
here, do you remember any cases

Dr Jenkins worked where the
re-dressing signature was present?

No.

The first time I asked
you why you'd recruited me

and not Dr Jenkins you
hinted at a prior conflict.

I'm not sure now
is the best time.

Well, was the conflict recent or
when you worked down in Kirkhaven?

I really need you to give
me a straight answer, Jason.

Come here.

Look, Laing and
MacNeil aren't bad cops,

but they like to cut corners
when cases don't stick.

- And Jenkins goes along with that?
- It's been known, all right?

Now, I need to go. It's all hands
on deck to find Sarah O'Keefe.

And you better talk to Jack.

Something about this
case disagrees with him

and he needs to deal
with it or go home.

GUNSHOT

BOLTS CLUNK

GUN COCKS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

GUNSHOT

CASING TINKLES ON GROUND

I lifted a clear set of
prints from the broken wiper

and they match prints from
Sarah O'Keefe's hairbrush.

She ripped that wiper off fighting
for her life for a second time.

GUNSHOT

Jack...

What is it?

All right.

When I was 16, I met
a girl called Katie...

That's how the best
stories start, isn't it?

Go on.

She just turned up at our
school in the middle of term...

She was different. Pretty wild.

Funny. Didn't give a
shit about the rules...

And we dated for about a year,

and, er...

and then she got
expelled for dishing out Es

at the Christmas carol service.

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, dear. Yeah...

Anyway, my parents
laid down the law.

No more Katie?

Broke my heart,

but, yeah,

I dumped her.

She couldn't get
into another school,

then fell in with a
really bad crowd.

Her parents kicked her out.

What happened to her?

She died of a heart attack a
week before her 19th birthday.

Heroin-and-coke
speedballs. Yeah...

Found her body in an underpass.

They say... she was
trying to get warm.

HE SIGHS

I didn't speak to my
parents for six months.

But it was me that
I couldn't forgive.

Still can't.

You said she was wild, right?

So, maybe that's
just who she was.

Maybe...

..Katie was just
hard-wired to be that way...

..and not even Jack Hodgson

would have been able
to keep her on course?

Dr Jenkins.

- Ross.
- Sir.

No sign of Sarah, but we've
nailed Niall to the wall for good.

- Nailed him? Nailed him, how?
- "Nailed him how, SIR"!

Sir.

- Broken wiper.
- That's not all.

Pat.

Hairs. Exact visual match
for Sarah's long brown hair.

Compelling.

- Any sign of a Winchester .308?
- No.

It's just that all the
victims were killed with one

and it's pretty much the only model
of rifle Niall Wallace doesn't own.

So, he was smart enough not to
use a gun registered in his name.

I mean, we know he's
forensically sharp, right?

- Right.

And, obviously, he's got a second
location where he's keeping Sarah.

THAT'S where the Winchester will be.
- Now, all we need to do is find it.

- Find what?
- That second location, sir.

I just said that.

Well done, sir.

Are you any closer to sourcing the
white paint flakes in Caitlin's hair?

Not yet, but we've managed
to identify one of the deceased

from her dental records.
Sending you over the details, now.

Jerome.

Jerome?

Hi, Jack.

- This is Nikki. We work together.
- Hi.

Listen, Jack, I'm sorry if my mother
seemed defensive the other night.

That's fine.

She knew you had had
her best interests at heart

when you offered
to drive Amy home.

Yeah, don't worry about it.

Wasn't so pleased to lose
one of our best assets, though.

What do you mean?

Apparently, Amy took your
advice and went home to Mummy.

Thank God.

High horses.

- What's that?
- You should try getting off them.

- He means, thank God she's safe.
- It's fine, I get it.

You walk in a place like this

and all you see is women
getting exploited, right?

It's the guys who are the real suckers.
- How's that?

Because they pay through
the nose, and for what?

To see some
girl's tits and arse?

I mean, what's the girl
lost? A bit of dignity, maybe.

She's not even fully naked.

The way I see it, it's the
girls that are in charge.

Until someone drags them into their
van and rapes and murders them?

Who says that only
happens to pole dancers?

What about this latest
girl who's gone missing?

Sorry, but we're in
something of a hurry.

What does the name Magda Borek mean to you?
- I own this bar.

If you have any questions,
address them to me.

Happily. It was
you we came to see.

Yes, I paid for
Magda's dental work.

- Why?
- She worked here.

All your girls enjoy a comprehensive
health package, do they?

Give me a break!

Magda slipped and fell
and was all for suing me.

We reached an agreement.

I'd pay for her dental
bills, and she'd move on.

That's interesting.

Meredith Caine, who did
the reconstructive work,

believed it was the result
of a physical assault.

And looking at the photos Dr
Caine took of Magda's jaw, so do I.

I'm telling you, she fell.

If you're implying a punter hit
her and I covered it up, forget it.

I'd have the police
here in a heartbeat.

- What?
- Here's the bottom line -

at least two girls who worked for
you wound up dead in Macroom Forest.

You going to tell me
that's just a coincidence?

- Well, it is.

And you can't prove otherwise.

That's a very strange
thing to say, Stella.

Stella, in the days after
that bridge was installed,

Magda was abducted and killed.

Please, be honest with
us. If somebody hit her...

How many times?!

She fell over coming off stage.

She blamed the lighting and the
floor tiles and was talking legal action.

Maybe I'm a mug,
maybe it was scare tactics,

but I didn't fancy some vast
compensation claim so I paid up.

And now I'm paying again.

REPORTERS SHOUT, CAMERAS CLICK

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

The good news is that hairs we
found in Niall Wallace's vehicle

are a DNA match
for Sarah O'Keefe.

The bad news, he
is still not talking.

It's up to us to find Sarah
and we only have hours to do it.

If she is alive, she likely
has no access to water.

This is a picture of Sarah
leaving her apartment block.

This picture was taken on
the night she was abducted...

Now, we've searched every
corner of the Wallace estate,

so he must have her at
another location. Where?

To find that out, you're
going to have to scour

every aspect of his life.

Because her life depends on it.

Get out. Find out. Anyone
got any questions, please?

Good.

SHE YELLS, PIPES CLANK

CLANKING

SHE PANTS

CLANKING

SHE YELLS, PIPES CLANKING

CLANKING

CLUNKING

SHE PANTS AND GASPS

Oh!

SHE SIGHS

SHE PANTS

SHE SCREAMS

I had Clarissa clean up the
CCTV of Sarah leaving her flat.

Now, in Sarah's driving
licence photo, she's got long hair.

Some of the hair recovered
from her hairbrush is also long.

But on the night she was abducted,
her hair's much shorter, almost bobbed.

Exactly.

You think that the longer hair
was taken from Sarah's hairbrush

and planted in Niall's jeep?

Yeah. And my money's
on Laing doing the planting.

Do the timings work? Did Laing
have access to the evidence?

Yes, to both. I checked the
hairbrush into the evidence locker

and went straight to tell Laing
about Sarah's probable abduction.

I was surprised he was sitting
out the interview with Niall.

So was DS MacNeil. He invited
Laing in twice, and twice he refused.

He didn't want to be
trapped in an interview room.

Then he went off to
search Niall's farm.

When I offered to assist
he knocked me back...

He couldn't plant evidence and break the
wiper with you breathing down his neck...

One question. Why is he
planting evidence at all?

And why the hell would
he frame an innocent man,

knowing that he was
sentencing Sarah to death?

No idea.

What if Dr Jenkins has
an inkling about Laing?

No. You'll never get him to break
ranks with Laing and MacNeil.

No. Not without leverage.

Where's the Collator's
Office in Kirkhaven station?

"Slave To Love" by Bryan Ferry

DOOR OPENS

You told me it was urgent.

They found Magda's dental bridge

and, Christ knows how,
but they know I paid for it.

What happened, Stella?

Jerome said he'd
caught her using,

tried to confiscate the
drugs, but she resisted...

And he hit her in self-defence?

More likely she saw through
his knight-in-shining-armour act

and paid the price.

I don't know. That's why
I covered her dental bills.

Because I didn't know!

What?

Oh, God forbid, Stella!

No...

No way. Forget it.

Don't tell me the thought
hasn't crossed your mind!

It hasn't crossed
my mind. No way!

I mean, you've
got someone, right?

Yes, I've got "someone".
I took care of that.

What do you mean?

I took precautions
to protect us.

But if Jerome did this...
- He didn't!

If he did, and the
truth gets out...

There's no "if" here, Simon.
Jerome's just not capable of...

Of what? Eh?!

I wish I shared
your confidence...!

Hello.

Do me a favour and just swing
by Jerome's place, see if he's in.

- Jerome?
- Jerome Nelson.

'Do you want me to
give him some money?'

Just keep an eye on him, that's all.
- 'What's up? Is he in trouble?'

No, it's probably... nothing.

Aye, it's done.

MOBILE RINGS

PHONE BEEPS

He's on the move.

You want me to stop him?

Sir?

No. Follow him. Follow him, and
speak to nobody but me. Clear?

I'm not sure I am.

How many times have I
covered your arse, Mike?

Eh, how many times?

Jesus! No need for that.

I'm sorry. Call me when he
gets where he's going. OK?

Yeah. Will do.

PHONE BEEPS

Gunshot wound to the chest.

No corresponding
bullet hole in her clothes.

She was re-dressed
just like the forest victims.

But this happened here
in Kirkhaven six years ago.

What was the official
version of events?

Classic murder-suicide.

Danielle Farley, a 21-year-old
prostitute shot by her pimp,

Darren Mounsey,

also found dead at the scene
from a gunshot wound to the head.

Not a lick of jewellery.

But she's got pierced ears
and ring marks on her fingers...

Trophies from his first kill.

Prostitutes make easy
prey. Smart place to start.

Turn the page.

I knew that Jenkins had
seen the re-dressing before!

So, why did he deny it?

Danielle Farley's
murder was solved.

Her pimp, Darren Mounsey...

Shot her before shooting
himself. Yes, I've read your report

There's your answer. There's
no connection. There can't be.

This wasn't a murder-suicide,
this was a double murder

and I have no doubt that the
Macroom Forest killer was responsible.

Do you?

I've made my
position perfectly clear.

Well, allow me to do the same.

Darren Mounsey.

As you are aware,
almost all gunshot suicides

are a product of a contact shot

which leaves muzzle
burn or close-range shots

which leave stippling and
fouling. I'm seeing neither. Are you?

Nor is there any
spatter on the right hand

with which he supposedly
pulled the trigger.

All this suggests that he was shot
from further away by a third party.

Well, let's just call it a
professional difference of opinion.

That certainly sounds better than
"wilfully covering up a double murder".

Danielle and Darren worked as
informants for Laing and MacNeil.

MacNeil has a temper.

I assumed he'd fallen
out with them, shot them.

Laing was trying to
clean up his mess.

By staging a murder-suicide?

Are you saying that
MacNeil wasn't at the scene?

Mmm. Just Laing.

'Poor guy spent his life
clearing up after MacNeil...

'It was a crude effort.

'The gun, a Walther P38, was
placed in Darren's open right hand,

'turned out he was left-handed.

'And while Darren's
prints were on the handle,

'they weren't on the trigger.'

And you went along with it?

Yeah, I appeased my
conscience. I kept the gun.

It's clean.

I swabbed for DNA
and prints at the time.

WIND HOWLS

METAL CLATTERS

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE WHIMPERS AND GASPS

SHE SCREAMS

MUFFLED SCREAMS

PLEADING, YELLING, CLANKING

SHE PANTS

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE GASPS

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

SHE SOBS

SHE GASPS

HE CHUCKLES, SHE WHIMPERS

SHE CRIES

Work. Sorry.

RUMBLING

I knew you couldn't identify me.

But that's not the
reason I took you.

I took you because you're
the only one that got away.

SHE SHRIEKS

The only one.

SCREAMS ECHO

VAN RUMBLES

SHE PANTS

GUNSHOT, SHE SCREAMS

Sir, we've made a link between
the Macroom Forest bodies

and a double shooting that took
place here in Kirkhaven back in 2009.

A link?

The re-dressing
signature is present,

as well as the removal
of the victim's jewellery.

We've also recovered the
gun used in the 2009 shooting.

It bears traces of male DNA.

Male DNA that's a very
close match to your own.

MOBILE VIBRATES

I can shed more light on the
paint flakes from Caitlin's hair.

There's an unusual
anti-bacterial chemical coagulant,

which makes it likely the paint's
from a meat-packaging plant

or a dairy farm building.
- OK, that helps...

And I've lifted a print from the
material used to blindfold Magda Borek.

Do you have a match?

Yes. A Stella Nelson,
formerly known as Maxine Clay,

owner of the Manhattan
Bar in Kirkhaven.

I have just e-mailed you
her mug shot if that helps.

Who is Stella Nelson,
born Maxine Clay, to you?

Stella Nelson is the
mother of my son.

Where is Sarah O'Keefe?
Where has he taken her?

If I knew, I would tell you...

Jack!

PANTING

GUNSHOT

Run.

RUN!

SHE PANTS

WIND BLOWS, GRASS RUSTLES

Screw you.

HE YELLS

DISTORTED SHRIEK

'My son is a troubled soul.'

MUSIC DROWNS AUDIO

If anyone can make
him talk, it's me.

Has Jerome ever worked
at an abattoir or a dairy farm?

HE SIGHS

Stella's brother used to
work at Young's dairy farm.

Out on the B20?

Did Jerome ever go there?

I'm sure he did, but they
closed it down years ago.

Keys.

You need to start talking. Now.

DOOR SLAMS

You can't run from DNA.

Stella proved Jerome was mine.

Her silence came at a price.

The Manhattan Bar.

Well, down payment anyway.

HE SNIFFLES

Next time I saw Jerome again,

I was married with a daughter...

But no son.

You reconnected?

It was an insane risk...

..I knew it, but...

..he was mine.

My flesh and blood.

'I started to take him hunting.'

That was a mistake.

GUNSHOT

'The more he saw of
me, the more he resented

'it hadn't been me
that raised him.'

Blamed his mum
and what she'd been.

He was just full of hate.

I mean, CONSUMED by it...

running his mum down
every other minute.

RAIN PATTERS

'And one day I'd... had enough.'

Plus my wife was pregnant, so...

..I knocked it on the head.

Did you tell Jerome
about the pregnancy?

He was devastated.

He...

..guilt-mongered me into...

..taking him out one last time.

GUNSHOT

HE GASPS

'He told me Peter
Wallace was an accident

and I just wanted
to believe him.'

Jerome!

No, it SUITED
you to believe him!

Turning him in would've
meant your wife finding out.

But now Jerome
had you over a barrel.

And he could call you any
time he got into trouble, right?

Take your jacket off.

Walk forward.

Keep walking.

Stop.

Take your blindfold off.

Look at me.

Run.

GUNSHOT

'I thought Danielle
was a one-off.'

'I tried to keep an
eye on him after that.'

GUNSHOT

'I had no idea he'd
gone on to kill other girls.'

I swear.

You need to make this right,
sir. As much as you ever can.

Sarah!

SARAH!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Jack!

Stop-stop-stop!

Sarah!

Sarah...?

Sarah. Sarah?

We're going to get
you out of here, OK?

..She's alive! Get
some help, though!

All right. Just... stay there.

HE PANTS

- Stop that! - What?

- Stop it! I need to talk to you!
- What the hell are you doing?!

- Don't you talk to me like that!
- Shut up! Come here!

Give me that jewellery.

I didn't have any business
giving it to you in the first place.

It's going to get us
in a lot of trouble.

Why? Did you steal it?

- Well, you could say that...
- You worthless piece of shit!

Who are you to insult anyone? I
mean, seriously, look at yourself.

What do you think
people see? Hmm?

A businesswoman?! A boss?!

A proud, single mum?!

No! They see a whore!

A worthless old, withered whore.

So, what does that make me, eh?!

I feel BAD!

I hurt all those girls cos I
just wanted to hurt YOU!

Hurt me? Why?

Caitlin... Oh, my God!

He's right...

SHE WHIMPERS

- "Right?" Who's right?
- Get away from me!

Who's right? Someone been
pouring poison in your ear?

Jerome!

Jerome, if anyone deserves
your anger, it's me not her.

Jerome, please.

Please, put it down.

HE PANTS

Jerome, you do the right thing

and I'll always
be there for you.

I'll be the dad you
always wanted.

Deserved.

Do you mean that?

I do.

JEROME GROANS

HE PANTS

Simon...?

Laing.

Laing!

GRUNTING, GUNSHOT

Don't move! Stay
down, sir! Stay down!

BOLTS CLANK, SHELLS DROP

ALL PANT

Any luck IDing Caitlin?

Looks like she'll just
be "Caitlin" forever...

Her daughter will never know

that she didn't
just abandon her,

she couldn't come home.

BIRDSONG