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A body's been found at Cairnluing. The victim's name is Jason Morgan.

Five years ago, his brother Nichol went missing.

I investigated it. We found a young man's body.

It's not Jason. I think it is.

Jason had two phones. He was living a life they 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.

That's me back.

'Oh, Monica.'

'There truly is a wicked monster out there.'

Shh, shh. You need to sleep.

Here you come.

Come. Enough. Come on, let's go.

Down we go. Good boy.

Go on, boy. Do your business.

Rob! That's me off now!

Rob! Are you awake?

Rob?!

Rob!

Oh, God.

'Police emergency.' Oh, hello. Erm... Yeah, it's Rob.

'OK. Who is Rob, sir? Is that you?'

Oh, yeah. No, sorry.

It's my son, Rob.

Look, I feel daft even calling you.

It's just that I can't find him anywhere, you know? He's...

'OK.' He's not in his bed or...

'OK, and how old is Rob?'

Old? Erm... he's nearly 17. 'OK.'

And this is not normal.

'I understand.' That's why I'm calling you.

It's not like him.

'Just take a second there.' It's not... at all like him.

'OK. Please hold the line. We'll have a team with you soon.'

'Unable to communicate, yet still conscious of the world around him,

'witnessing every moment as he was strangled to death.'

'Oh, Monica, that truly is a wicked...'

Hey there, Lucy, my love.

Take these off you, OK?

Did you have them on for a while?

I've got school today. That's right.

You've got work.

Yeah.

'Boss, we've had a report come in for a missing young man.'

Tell me what you know.

Yeah, yeah.

I can be there. I'll be there.

Mr Wright?

Yes. Yes, that's me.

I'm Detective Inspector Kennedy.

Oh, a... a detective?

Can I come in?

OK. Sure. Course.

Yes, just through there.

Just the two of you? Yeah, his mum left us.

I tried calling her, but she never picks up.

Should I make tea? Is that what...?

That's not necessary, Stephen.

OK. No tea. No tea.

Is this Rob?

At a science fair.

He loves that type of thing - knowledge.

MacLennan Timber Yard. 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. And, well, his phone's still here.

Where is it?

There. It's here, on the desk.

Have you moved anything?

Do you have a dog?

Oh, God. Floyd. Please, just stay inside.

'Oh, and... he is 17.

'And this is not normal. That's why I'm calling you.

'It's not like him. It's not... at all like him.'

'When did you last see him?'

'Last night, when he came home from work.'

'Where does he work?'

'The Thistlemoor Hotel. He's a waiter there.'

'Yeah. So, Rob got back home at...?' 'Well, late.

'His shift finished at six,

'and it's a 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 mum, she...

she still don't know?

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

She never wanted him.

Do you know Bethany Morgan?

Morgan?

Yes. Bethany Morgan.

She works at the timber yard with you, doesn't she?

Stephen.

Erm...

She... She does my payslips.

One moment.

They are bringing Rob down.

Stephen, a colleague will take you to a local station

whilst we sort accommodation for you.

He was taken from his bedroom.

Jason's bedroom was the same. Window left ajar.

A substance drugs could have been added to.

We are definitely in serial killer territory...

Quieter. Oh, come on.

Everyone is thinking it. And he's escalating, right?

I mean, what next? Laid out in front of our HQ?

Let's make sure we never find out.

ENGINE STARTS

I doubt many forensic clues will emerge from the scene.

Rob was strangled?

I would wager, slowly, repeatedly and elsewhere.

As per Jason, not in his room.

Where could that have been done? Inside a van?

Something spacious. That could narrow the search.

Why stage Rob here?

Within the father's grasp.

No greater way to inflict pain.

What if that was his thrill?

The devastation he causes?

To truly feel that, he'd... watch.

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

Get Dhillon to head to the Thistlemoor Hotel

and build a picture of Rob's last day.

Our killer wouldn't have let Rob out of his sight.

Meet at MacLennan Timber, then? No, I trust you to run with that.

CHILDREN PLAYING

Lucy's got an active imagination, which we embrace.

Doesn't sound like that to me.

It sounds like you're saying she's a little psychopath.

That's certainly not... She likes the odd spooky story.

Mrs Kennedy, Lucy's not telling tales

of a friendly ghost called Casper.

But 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.

Ms MacLennan? Yeah.

Detective Constable Connor Crawford.

Oh. Bethany.

Her boy, sadly, brings you here, then?

Plays its part, aye.

Big old place, this.

How many staff? Around 40.

I'm gonna need a list of all those staff.

What do my staff have to do with it?

Any grudges towards Bethany?

Bethany? God, no.

Tell me about Stephen Wright.

As in one of my drivers, Stephen? Yeah.

Punctual, polite.

He and Bethany close?

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

Any staff with a vendetta against him?

A vendetta? What is this?

Has something happened to him?

Stephen's son was found dead.

So, what are you telling me?

That someone's murdering the children of my staff?

Do any other staff have teenage sons?

Of course they do. I need their names, OK?

Are you telling me that some of them are at risk?

Ms MacLennan, look, you wanna help me, right?

Well, get me staff lists, past and present,

and the details of any who have teenage sons.

Thank you.

What did he want?

He's police, isn't he?

Stephen Wright's son has been murdered.

That's two now.

Go home, pack. Mother...

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

Here.

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

What you doing here?

Hello, Barclay. Fuck your hello.

You find who killed my boy yet? No.

So what you doing harassing her?

I heard you whispering.

Stephen Wright. Who's that? His name rings no bells with you?

Sounds like a shite snooker player. What you saying his name for?

Stephen's son was found murdered this morning.

Stephen also works at the mill.

Did you know him?

No.

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

Stephen's son's name was Rob.

Never heard of a Rob Wright.

So Jason and Rob weren't friends? No.

I know everything about 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 paedo Michael down.

Michael refused to make a statement against Bethany.

Pushed us to make this go away. Thinks she's been through enough.

Guilty fucking conscience.

The man who does this doesn't have a guilty conscience.

Fuck this. All right? We're off.

The doctors haven't discharged her yet.

She's discharging herself.

Jason was taken from his bedroom.

T-Taken?

From...? 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.

From his bedroom?!

Just get out!

Out!

And take your flowers with you.

Stop. There.

Oh, no. My nephews, they love... They love it.

Yeah. Honestly, yeah.

Climbing is thriving - that's my mantra.

Oh, mate, I'm gonna have to let you go. All right?

Yeah, OK. Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.

Well, look who it is. Michael.

I thought you'd forgotten where the office was.

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

That was a good one, for you.

No, this is still very much where we work.

Well, I just kind of prefer visiting clients

and not just simply believing what I'm told on the phone.

Good to catch up, though, James.

Yeah...

'Michael Bach. Please leave a message.'

Ms MacLennan was helpful.

Dhillon's going through the list she sent.

You dug up any treasure? Just ask me where I went.

Oh, looks like you went on a wee date.

Forming a throuple with Bethany and Barclay is low on my priorities.

Oh, Jeez! Tell me 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 he travelled this route?

Even serial killers need to fill up somewhere.

Not at these prices. Robbing bastards.

Any chance you can grab me a Scotch egg?

Aye, zero.

Your CCTV working?

SPEAKS GAELIC

And you think I may have fuelled the beast?

Killer travels this route.

SPEAKS GAELIC

There are seven whole days on that stick.

Thank you.

You need to see this.

No flags in any of the MacLennan stuff, but Dhillon found this.

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

He strangled a 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 join me on the hunt tomorrow.

Yeah?

I'll pick you up in the morning.

Will your mum be there?

Curtain twitching.

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 finished Jason's postmortem,

and I found a small black stone in his stomach.

Strange, yes, but I have found stranger.

Three marbles once.

However, Rob, in his oesophagus...

..he had a stone I believe to be the same.

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

Oh, Monica. This is why I enjoy our chats.

Never require me to join dots. Yes, exactly.

The rock is alien to me. Smooth.

Dark as the darkest soul.

Thanks, Hana. Bye.

God.

Hello... again.

No guesses why we're here.

My son had nothing to do with this.

OK. That's that cleared up, then (!) We off?

Sorry. Detective Inspector Kennedy here.

Her 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.

Children, eh? 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 each other's intelligence.

Do you have a warrant?

There's not a sheriff in Scotland wouldn't eagerly write one.

Well, go and get one, then.

OK. We could do that. Mm-hm.

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 mud, it sticks.

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

Well, call him down.

Owen.

Owen, it's OK, come down.

Owen, this is the police. I'm coming up.

Oh, shit. Kennedy, you need to see this.

This is a new one on me.

May as well sign his confession.

She knows it. 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.

Monica. 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 at your job not to investigate me.

Did you know Rob or Jason?

No. It's a sawmill, not a creche.

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.

And he made drugs a core part of the relationship.

One night, he plied me with so 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?

No.

Hardly selling 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.

PHONE RINGS

What have you done?

Lucy!

Lucy. Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy! Lucy!

Lucy!

Say 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.

Stay away.

I'm still gathering footage and CCTV of the roads near the scene.

You wanna be louder for the people in the back?

Ah, sorry. Sorry.

And Rob's phone?

There's no links 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 a shift shortly.

Rob had a whopper of a crush on Tammy.

Oh, plus, I've started combing cases for links to these stones

and started looking into Owen's time in prison.

Gold star, Detective.

Er, Tammy Ward?

You're police?

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

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

Rob?

Yes, and the events leading up to his murder.

Er...

I asked him to the cinema, but he, erm...

..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?

Don't know.

Shy.

Nice.

Were you at school together? Mm-mm.

I'm at Abercraig Academy.

Rob was clever, so...

He had few friends.

Boys my age, they're twats.

Rob...

..he didn't need them.

Tammy, did Rob have two phones?

I doubt it. He only just got a new one.

His dad got it for him cos he felt bad about his mum.

Did he talk to you about his mum? He missed her lots.

I know that.

Should I have just kissed Rob?

Mr Wright.

You're Tammy.

I'm, erm...

I'll chase them up in the morning.

H-How did it go? Is she... Is she OK?

Well, Tammy asked Rob out after work,

and despite him fancying her something rotten, he said no.

Apparently, he was distracted all day with messaging,

but his phone data said it was barely used,

so unless that was wrong, he had another.

Just like Jason.

Could the killer be messaging the boys?

Let's find those phones.

Oh, you're kidding me, Dhillon. Of 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 Gregg.

Mouths zipped around him.

He can't be trusted.

Right.

She hits the road.

Need to finish pulling on a thread.

Dad?

This is Mr Wright, Rob's dad.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Go. Be with your dad.

Hi.

Barclay's gone walking.

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

I'm glad.

Do you wanna come inside?

'This is DI Kennedy.

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

Five years of nothing, and now twice in two days.

Recognise these?

Let's find a jar for them, then.

It's what rugs were made for, eh?

So, we 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 wild with grief. Her son's dead.

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

Did the Bible quote come with them?

Yeah, penned with my own hand.

Went against everything I believe, but she's a fanatic, right?

So, you know... Is that what Nichol told you?

Yeah. It was one of the major wedges between them back in the day.

She's a proper Bible basher.

Strange. She's 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? Is that it?

Cos I can give you names of boys at risk, every school, every town.

They're everywhere.

W... Have you found Nichol?

No. These were inside the victims.

Inside?

I believe he killed Nichol, 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. Michael...

After all this time, everyone said I was mad.

That I was imagining it. Michael...

I trusted you, Monica!

All this...

..is your legacy, Kennedy.

'This is DI Kennedy.

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

'Monica, this is Owen.

'I've been thinking, and... please call me back.'

'Detective.' Owen.

'About these stones.'

Owen?

Owen, talk to me. What's happening?

Owen?!

OWEN GASPS

Owen, can you hear me?

Owen, talk to me.

Owen, I'm on my way!

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