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The body's been found at Cairn Lowen.

The victim's name is Jason Morgan.

Five years ago, his brother, Nicol, went
missing. I investigated him. We found a

young man's body.

That's not you, sir. I think it is.
Jason had two phones. He was living a

life he knew nothing about.

I told you to stay away from my boy!

Don't.

Look, it's enough for two cinema tickets
tonight. I promised my dad. Your dad?

She's got her daddy's eyes!

I'll take you, and I'll bury you
somewhere you'll never be found.

Pass me back.

He needs his sleep.

Enough.

Come on.

Stop.

Don't go.

Good boy.

Come on, boy.

Do your business.

Rob!

Let me off now!

Hello. Yeah, it's Rob.

OK, who is Rob, sir? Is that you?

Oh, yeah. No, sorry.

My son, Rob.

I feel daft even calling you. It's just
I can't find him anywhere, you know. OK.

He's not in his bed or... OK, and how
old is Rob?

Old?

He's nearly 17.

OK. And this is not normal.

I understand, sir. That's why I'm
calling you, because...

It's not like him. Take a second there.

I don't like him. Okay, please hold the
line.

We'll have a team with you soon.

Hey there, Lucy, my love.

Take me to the office, okay?

Did you have them on for a while?

I've got school today.

That's right.

You've got work.

Yeah.

Tell me what you know.

Yeah. Be there.

Be there.

Mr. Wright?

Yes, yes, that's me. I'm Detective
Inspector Kennedy.

Oh. A detective?

Can I come in?

Okay. Sure, of course.

Yes.

Just through there.

Just through you.

Yeah, his mum left us. I tried calling
her, but she never picked up.

Should I make tea? Is that what...
That's not necessary, Stephen.

Okay. No tea.

No tea.

It's Rob.

It's Einstein.

He loves that type of thing.

Knowledge.

A claim in Timberyard. Is that where you
work?

Am I right? He was in bed when you last
saw him?

Bed, yeah.

Can you show me his room?

I tried a few of his friends, but they
know nothing.

Anyway, how would he get anywhere? His
bike's still in the garage.

He goes nowhere without that. Well, his
phone's still here.

Where is it?

Here on the desk.

Have you moved anything?

Do you have a dog?

Oh, God, Floyd.

Please, just stay inside.

When did you last see him?

Well, last night when he came home from
work.

Where did he work?

The Thistlemore Hotel.

He's a waiter there.

Yeah. So, Rob got back home at... Well,
late. His shift finished at six,

and his half-hour ride on his bike, but
it was... I mean, it was nearly eight by

the time he got back.

I was in the house.

His mom, she, uh,

she still does not know.

We're still trying to get in touch with
her.

She never wanted us.

Do you know Bethany Morgan?

Morgan? Yes, Bethany Morgan.

She works at the timber yard with you.

Doesn't she?

Stephen?

Um... She...

She was my pet, Lois.

One moment.

They are bringing Rob down.

Stephen, a colleague will take you to a
local station whilst we've got

accommodation for you.

They were taken from his bedroom.

Jason's bedroom was the same.

Wendell left a jar.

I thought drugs could have been added
to.

We are definitely in serial killer
territory.

Waiter. Come on.

Everyone is thinking.

And he's escalating, right? I mean, what
next?

Laid out in front of our HQ?

Let's make sure we never find out.

I doubt many forensic clues will emerge
from the sea.

Rob was strangled?

I would wager slowly, repeatedly, and
elsewhere.

Thanks for Jason not in his room.

Where could that have been done?

Inside a van.

Something spacious that could matter the
search.

Why stayed Rob here?

Within my father's grasp.

No greater way to inflict pain.

What if that was a thrill?

The devastation it causes.

I truly feel that.

Watch.

He watched for hours, waiting for his
work to be discovered.

Get Dylan to head to the Thistlemore
Hotel and build a picture of Rob last

day. Our killer wouldn't let Rob out of
it. I'm going to read to Macquarie and

Tumble then. No, I trust you'll run with
that.

Lucy's got an act of imagination.

White screen brain. I like that to me.
Sounds like you're saying she's a little

psychopath. That's certainly not what I
mean. Not a child who likes the old

spooky story.

Mrs. Kennedy, Lucy's not telling tales
of a friendly ghost called Casper. So

what is she saying then?

She told one of the girls, or all of
them, it's hard to say.

She wanted to put poison in their
tummies.

Is this the planning?

Yeah. Detective Constable Connor
Crawford.

Ah, Bethany.

Her boy Paddy comes for you now.

Pleases part, aye.

I'd like to replace this.

How many staff?

Around 40.

I'm going to need a list of all those
staff.

What do my staff have to do with it? Any
grudges towards Bethany?

Oh, Bethany, God, no.

Tell me about Stephen Wright.

As in one of my drivers, Stephen? Hmm.

Uh, punctual, polite.

Making Bethany close?

Oh, I don't know. I mean, others might.

Any thought with a vendetta against her?

A vendetta? What's this?

Has something happened to her?

Stephen's son was found dead.

So what are you telling me, that
someone's murdering the children of my

staff?

Do any of that have teenage sons? Yeah,
of course they do. I need their names,

okay? But why are you telling me that
some of them are at risk? That's my

client, Luke.

You want to help me, right?

I'll get my staff's list, past and
present, and the details of any who have

teenage sons.

What did he want?

He's police, isn't he?

Stephen Wright's son has been murdered.

That's two now.

Go home, Peg.

Mother.

You need to be gone by the time they
come for you.

Bethany, what did the name Stephen
Wright mean to you?

What are you doing here?

Hello, Barclay. Fuck you, hello.

You trying to kill my boy here?

No. That's what you're doing harassing
her.

I heard you whispering.

Stephen Wright, who's that?

His name rings no bells with you.

Sounds like a shame to think of for her.

What are you saying his name for?

Stephen's son was found murdered this
morning.

Stephen also works at the mill.

Do you know him?

No.

I know his name, yes, but I know
everybody's name, man.

Stephen's son's name was Rob.

Never heard of Rob, right?

So Jason and Rob weren't friends?

No.

I don't know if you're going to be my
boy.

If you want me to find his killer, you
have to accept that's not true.

You're a fucking joker. You should be
out there hunting that fucking pedo

Michael down.

Michael refused to make a statement
against Bethany.

Pushed her to make this go away.

Thinks he's been through enough already.

Guilty fucking conscience.

The man who does this doesn't have a
guilty conscience. Fuck this, all right?

We're off.

The doctor's haven't discharged her yet.
She's discharging herself.

Jason was taken from his bedroom.

They've taken?

From my... Yes.

So you can't go home.

Forensics need to conduct a search of
your property.

It's part of a larger crime scene now.

I can't be in your bedroom.

Out!

Out!

I'll take your clothes with you.

Yeah. Oh, no, my nephews, they love it.

Yeah. Honestly, yeah.

Climbing is thriving.

That's my mantra.

Oh, man, I'm going to have to let you
go. All right?

Yeah, OK, bye-bye.

Oh, look who it is.

Michael.

Yeah, Michael, I thought you'd forgotten
where the office was.

Seems like it's been turned into a
comedy club.

Good one for you.

No, this is still very much where we
were.

Well, I just kind of prefer visiting
clients and not just simply believing

what I'm told on the phone.

Get to catch up, Blue Jims.

Yeah.

Michael Barr, please leave a message.

Miss McLaren was helpful.

Dylan's going through the list you sent.

You dug up any treasure?

Ask me where I went.

Looks like you went on a wee date.

Forming a throuple with Bethany and
Barclay is lowering my priorities.

Dylan, you came away with something to
push that image from my head.

If you need petrol, do it now. It's the
only station for miles.

That's your reason? You think you travel
this route?

Even serial killers need to fill up
somewhere.

Look at these prices.

They've all been bastards.

Any chance you can grab me a scotch egg?
Aye, zero.

Is CCTV working?

Finish.

And you think I may have fueled the
beast?

Killers travel the throat somehow.

There are seven whole days on that
stick.

Thank you.

You need to see this.

No flags on any of the reclining staff,
but Dylan found this.

Not one mention from Gloria that her son
was done for manslaughter.

He strangled the lad.

Want me to drop the rabbits in? No.

Don't need police sniffing around me.

They don't care about gardening or a bit
of poaching.

Or... do you mean something else?

Sorry.

Not my business.

Protein. Helps strengthen muscles.

Just lift things.

Could you join me on the hunt tomorrow?

Yeah?

I'll pick you up in the morning.

Will your mum be there?

Cut and touching.

She's in France.

Again.

For work.

Home alone then?

Yep, like always.

Someone's definitely home. That jag was
at the mill.

Yeah. I have emailed you the most
wonderful photo, Monica. Email.

I've finished Jason's post-mortem and I
found a small black stone in his

stomach.

Strange, yes.

But I have found stranger, three marbles
one.

However, Rob, in his esophagus, he had a
stone I believe

to be the same.

What I'm hearing is the victims were
forced to ingest these stones.

Oh, Monica, this is why I enjoy our
chat.

Never require me to join us. Yes,
exactly.

The rock is alien to me.

Smooth.

Dark is the darkest soul.

Thanks, Anna.

Again? No guess who's why we're here?

My son had nothing to do with it. Okay.

That's that.

Cleared up, then. Um, we off?

Sorry, Detective Inspector Kennedy here.

Our silence, that's a resounding no.

This is a witch hunt.

We're not here to drown a milkmaid in a
pond.

We're here to try and stop a murderer
killing young men, and right now, you

are hindering us. I told Renee.

A blessing and a curse.

The shapes we twist ourselves into for
them.

We just want to talk to Owen.

He's not here.

Well, let's not insult his head of
intelligence.

Do you have a warrant?

It's not a sheriff in Scotland wouldn't
eagerly write one. Well, go and get one,

then.

Yeah, OK, we could do that. We could
drive away just to delay our imminent

return. But, and this is key, in that
time, the rumours about these sadistic

murders... They'd have Owen's name at
their centre.

And that, my death sticks.

Best way for you to protect your son is
to remove him as a suspect.

Calm down.

Owen?

Owen, it's okay. Calm down.

Owen, this is the police.

I'm coming up.

Kennedy, you need to do this.

I've got a new one on me.

May as well sign his confession.

She knows that. That's why she's been
buying him time to flee.

She hasn't.

Hello, Owen.

My name's Monica.

Can we talk?

You don't have to say a word. I'll call
the lawyer. Go.

That's right.

Do you know why I'm here?

Rob and Jason.

Makes perfect sense.

Their parents worked for my family
business.

I have blood on my hands.

You'd be failing your job not to
investigate me.

Did you know Rob or Jason?

No.

It's a domino, not a crash.

May I?

I want to talk to you about your victim,
Luca.

Luca's cause of death was his carotid
artery being compressed.

It was a frenzied, violent crime.

And I live every day with that.

Is this your way of remembering?

The forensic report doesn't tell you how
charming Luca was.

That I was naive, impressionable.

That he made drugs.

A core part of the relationship.

That one night he plied me with too much
drugs, I hallucinated and thought he was

the devil.

So now every time I close my eyes, these
images appear over and over again.

Maybe if I paint enough, I'll vanquish
them.

I didn't kill Rob and Jason.

You don't have children, do you?

Oddly hell in procreation to me.

They mean anything to you?

No.

Pebbles, if I was to guess.

Where were you last night?

Same place I am every night.

Here.

Talking's another form of therapy.

You believe I'm capable.

You don't make it easy. I've seen your
paintings.

You do.

Well, get on.

Lucy!

Lucy?

Lucy?

Hello to my friend, Granny.

She's not your friend, darling.

Let her go.

I know who you are.

You don't even know who your own
daughter is. Oh, I do.

Monica's no saint.

She's left your world behind.

It's for the best that I take Lucy to
him.

Don't we?

I'm still gathering footage of CCTV of
the roads near the scene. You want to be

louder for the people in the back?

Ah, sorry, sorry.

Unwrap Swan.

I had no link between Owen and Jason.
The last usage was a missed call from

his dad at 8pm and a few messages with
his friend Dan, focusing on a dating

strategy for Tammy Ward, who's due to
start shift shortly.

Bob had a whopper of a crush on Tammy.

Plus, I've started combing cases for
links to these stones and started

looking into Owen's time in prison.

Gold-tar detective.

Uh,

Tammy Ward?

Your police?

Look, if this is about the cutlery, I'll
give it back.

No, it's... It's about Rob Wright.

Rob? Yeah, an event leading up to his
murder.

I asked him to the cinema, but

he, um...

He said he had to get back home to his
dad, but like maybe he just never liked

me.

He did.

How was Rob yesterday?

I don't know.

Shy.

Nice.

Were you at school together?

I'm at Abercraig Academy.

Rob was clever, so... He had a few
friends.

Boys my age, they're twats.

Rob?

He didn't need them.

Tammy, did Rob have two phones?

I talked to him.

He only just got a new one.

Has Dad got it for him because he felt
bad about his mum?

Did he talk to you about his mum?

He missed her a lot.

I know that.

Should I have just kissed Rob?

Do you wait?

Yo, Tammy.

I'm in.

I'll chase them off in a moment.

How did it go? Is she okay?

What? Tammy asked Rob out after work and
despite him fancying her something

rotten, he said no.

Apparently he was distracted all day
with messaging.

His phone dad had said it was barely
used, so unless that was wrong, he had

another.

Just like Jason.

Think I'll be messaging the boys?

Let's find those phones.

Oh, you're kidding me, Dylan. I've all
the places to put them. That was me.

I want them and Stephen under one roof
so we can watch their every step until

forensics clears the house.

You can handle that?

Ah, what's he doing here?

Who? Fucking thread.

Mouth zipped around him.

He can't be trusted.

Right.

She hit the road. Need to finish pulling
on a thread.

Dad.

This is Mr. Wright.

Robes' dad.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Go.

Be with your dad.

Barclay's gone walking.

I shouldn't have knocked. I'm sorry. No,
no, no.

I'm glad.

Do you want to come inside?

Five years of nothing and not twice in
two days.

Recognise these.

Let's find a jar for them then.

That's what the rugs were made for, eh?

So, you both went to see Bethany, then?

Well, it's part of my job, but for you,
it's odd, given yesterday she wanted to

shoot you.

She was well with grief.

Her son's dead.

It's not a stretch for me to offer
sympathy, Monica.

Did the Bible quote come with him?

Yeah, penned with my own hand.

I went against everything I believed,
but...

She's a fanatic, right? So, you know. Is
that what Nicol told you? Yeah. It's one

of the major wedges between them back in
the day.

She's a proper Bible basher.

Strange. Never mentioned God in my
company.

Why are you really here?

This morning we found the body of
another young man.

His name is Rob Wright.

Michael, it's the same killer and he
isn't done.

Right, so you want names. I can give you
names of boys at risk. Every school,

every town, they're everywhere.

Well, have you found Nicol? No.

These were inside the victims.

Inside?

I believe he killed Nicol, too.

I told you before he disappeared that he
was holding a stone just like that.

How he was stroking it and kissing it
and sucking it. And you laughed it off.

You didn't listen. After all this time,
everyone said I was mad. That I was

imagining it. I trusted you, Monica.

All this is your legacy, Kennedy.

This is DI Kennedy.

Leave a message. I'll get back to you.

I've been thinking. Please call me back.

Detective. Owen?

Detective? Owen?

What is it, Owen?

Owen?

Owen, talk to me. What's happening?

Owen?

Owen, can you hear me?

Owen,

talk to me. Owen, I'm on my way.