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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.