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

-You too, Mr Hodges.
-Hodgson.

Caitlin was pursued, shot,
and then redressed
by the killer.

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

JASON: Niall Wallace
has over 20 firearms
registered in his name.

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

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

Heading up to the Grand Prix
to shake down an oil worker?

You were the last person
to see the victim alive

before she runs
into the night, bleeding.

We're dealing with
a highly organised,

sexually motivated killer.

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

MACNEIL:
Puts Skinner in the clear.

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 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".

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.

WOMAN: 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 gonna pin this
on me sure as day
follows night.

But...
You haven't done anything.

Was that a question?

No.

You sure? 'Cause 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!

-Chamberlain.
-Thomas, it's Nikki.

How's Scotland?

I need your help.

Two bodies checked in here
this morning.

It's rather 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 redressed.

We saw the redressing
signature
with Caitlin's murder.

Dr Jenkins?

Have you come across
these hallmarks before?

No. No.

I think I would've remembered.

"Chased". "Redressed"?
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.

Okay, 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 redresses
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 redressing 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.

POLICEMAN: 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 post-mortem,

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

No, no need.

I'll attend.

You interview Wallace?

Okay.

Partial muddy shoe print
in the back here.

It rained last night.

Assailant lies in wait,

grabs her from behind.

And takes her.

But where?

This was broken with force.

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

She's grabbing
at anything she can.

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, okay?

Now, what's this about?

We need something
with Sarah's DNA.

Sir, if there's a chance
she's been abducted,
we need 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.

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.

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

Mid-30s, maybe.

"Mid-30s, 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.

Ah!

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?

SOPHIE: Okay, Niall...
NIALL: I saw him.

SOPHIE: Now would be
a great time to sit back down

and apologise
to Sergeant MacNeil.

Apologise, my arse.

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.

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

Wouldn't you, Ms Dalglish?

Well, good luck.

'Cause 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?

Well, I think she was ashamed.

Why?

When she told me
about her stripping,

well, 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?

Look, 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's Sarah O'Keefe?

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, 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 redressing
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.

I lifted a clear set of prints
from the broken wiper

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

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

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 E's
at the Christmas
carol service.

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.

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

But it was me
I couldn't forgive.

Still can't.

You said she was wild, right?

So, maybe that's just
who she was.

Maybe...

Katie was 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's 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.

We're 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.

I mean, you walk
into 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.

But then the way I see it,

it's the girls
that are in charge.

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

JEROME: Who says that only
happens to pole dancers?

I mean, 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.

And 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

wind 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 the bridge
was installed,

Magda was abducted and killed.

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

How many times...

She fell over
coming offstage.

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.

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?

Now 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.

Oh!

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.

Yeah, 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?

You told me it was urgent.

They found Magda's
dental bridge.

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,
don't you think?

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. No.

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, okay?

-Jerome?
-Jerome Nelson.

What, do you want me
to give him some money?

No. Just keep an eye on him,
that's all.

What's up? Is he in trouble?

No, probably...
It's probably nothing.

Aye, it's done.

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.

Do you know 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, okay?

Yeah. Will do.

Gunshot wound to the chest.
No corresponding bullet hole
in her clothes.

She was redressed
just like the forest victims.

But this happened here
in Kirkhaven six years ago.

What was the official version
of events?

A 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 redressing 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.

Well, 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.

Work.

Sorry.

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.

The only one.

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 redressing 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.

CLARISSA: 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.

Okay, 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 it 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!

Run.

Run!

Screw you.

My son is a troubled soul.

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

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

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.

You can't run from DNA.

Stella proved Jerome was mine.

Her silence came at a price.

The Manhattan Bar.

Well, down payment anyway.

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.

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.

Then 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.

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.

MACNEIL: I thought Danielle
was a one-off.

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

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!

MAN: Jack!

Stop, stop, stop!

Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah?

Sarah. Sarah?

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

She's alive!

Get some help, though!

All right.
Just stay there.

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 'cause
I just wanted to hurt you!

Hurt me? Why?

Caitlin... Oh, my God!

He's right.

"Right?" Who's right?

-Get away from me!
-Mum!

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

MACNEIL: Jerome!

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

Jerome, please.

Please, put it down.

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.

Simon?

Laing.

Laing!

Don't move! Stay down, sir!

Stay down!

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.