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'This morning, we found the body of another young man.'

'Definitely in serial killer territory.'

I was in the house.

Jason was taken from his bedroom.

From his bedroom?

'I want them and Stephen together

'so we can watch their every step until Forensics clears the house.'

How was Rob yesterday?

I asked him to the cinema.

Dad.

Erm, this is Mr Wright, Rob's dad.

I can give names of boys at risk.

Every school, every town - they're everywhere.

Could join me on the hunt tomorrow.

'This indicates potential intoxication.

'It could imply he was drugged. It would explain...'

I'll take these off you, OK?

Did you have them on for a while?

Lucy told one of the girls

she wanted to put poison in their tummies.

That's two now. Go home. Pack.

Mother...

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

Talking's another form of therapy.

'Detective.' Owen?

GRUNTS

Owen, talk to me. What's happening?

GENTLE TINKLING

Owen, can you hear me?

SCREAMING

Oh, my God! Oh, my God. Owen!

Owen!

Gloria!

Gloria, wait!

Owen! Owen! Gloria?

Owen! Owen!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Help me! He's breathing.

Pressure on the wound.

Oh, my God. Help me, help me.

Help me, please help.

Press it, tight.

I don't know, but I need s-some help, please.

That's right. That's right. Just keep... keep breathing.

As much pressure as you can.

OK? I'm calling for assistance.

Just... Just try...

'Which service do you require?'

This is Detective Monica Kennedy. I need medics and back-up.

I'm at the Kilmardon Estate in Carse of Blarrig.

'Hold the line.' Please hurry up!

Help! I'll be right back.

That's good. Just... keep breathing. Please.

'..showing at 15 minutes out.

'Are you in immediate danger?' Are they coming?!

They're on their way, Gloria.

HELICOPTER BUZZING OVERHEAD

SIRENS APPROACHING

'I can confirm that last night,

'a third young man was attacked by who we believe to be

'the individual responsible for the murders

'of Jason Morgan and Robert Wright.

'The victim is currently in a critical condition.

'Our investigation has led us to believe

'the killer is targeting young men in their teens and early 20s.

'We understand there will be

'significant concern within the community,

'but I want to reassure you that we are making progress,

'and we will catch this killer.'

"We"? Bloody cheek.

'Our advice is to remain vigilant,

'to keep your loved ones safe...'

Yeah, that's enough.

Hately, she loves the limelight, eh? No, that's not who she is.

No? Feels like she's swooping in.

I asked her to. What?

Why?

I don't fancy being the face

of an investigation into a prolific serial killer.

But I thought you'd felt the same, given you're more his type.

Think I'm a bit too old for him.

I'd have said the same about Owen until last night.

So far, only Owen's blood type.

Half the things that are his MO seem to be missing.

No sign of drugs, here or in Owen.

It's still him.

He didn't bring his own knife.

Just saying.

Forensics bagged it. Reckon he got it from the kitchen.

Matches the one missing from the block.

You have one chance to fatally stab someone.

Where are you targeting?

Arteries.

Here, here, here.

Slice of a wrist, maybe.

Owen's wounds were none of those.

The nick in his neck and his arm were defensive.

The key wound was here, in his side.

Your point is?

Our killer knows the human body.

If he wanted to kill Owen with a knife, he would have.

Owen brought the knife upstairs. Owen? Why?

He was scared.

He called me. He wanted to tell me something.

Owen, he's not the same victim profile.

Oh, come on, he's pretty close.

This isn't somebody who deals in "pretty close".

Owen's older than the other victims, damaged.

Intentionally or not, he's killed before.

We thought he was a suspect.

What if he was a threat?

A threat?

Y-You think Owen knew the killer? The killer enters.

Drug and a drink is usually his next step,

but he hears Owen call me,

and for a second, he panics.

He approaches Owen from behind.

He knows time's not on his side,

but there's enough time to enjoy the kill.

But Owen's not drugged, pliable like the others.

So when he chokes him,

Owen's still fighting.

He can inch his hands free

to try to get the knife probably in his pocket.

And Owen tries to slash at the hands,

and that's when he gets the nick in his neck.

But our killer overpowers him

and jams the knife into Owen's side. HE GRUNTS

Mm-hm. Blood spills.

He's repulsed. Now everything's gone wrong.

Blood's oozing through the floorboards.

I'm tearing up the drive... HE GRUNTS

...and so he grips, wanting the life to go out of Owen.

But I'm so close, and...

he needs the knowledge that Owen is dead.

But I'm in the house now,

and Gloria is screaming,

so he has to let go, and if I hadn't run up,

run up the stairs and knocked... Mon... Monica.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

HE SIGHS

HE MUTTERS, CAR DOOR CLOSES

GREGG SIGHS And?

Good news. Forensics are all done. You can go home.

Home?

Mm-hm. Go pack your things up.

Got an officer to escort you.

Hey.

Take one of your pills. OK? Mm.

I'll sort it.

Yep.

Who would keep something like this in their wardrobe?

"Withdraw into yourself.

"It is in the inner man that truth dwells."

This guy is weird. Absolute nonsense.

Or a quote that survived nearly 1,800 years. Uh?

Plotinus, Greek philosopher.

What other pearls did that Classics degree teach you?

Wait. Whoa, whoa. Wh-What you doing?

It was a gift.

Think it could be from the killer? He's playing with us.

"Inner man... truth dwells."

Oh, shit.

God.

Jason Morgan.

Rob Wright.

That's... That's Nichol, Jason's brother, right?

So he's a victim too?

All this time, he was never missing.

Who the hell is he?

PHONE BEEPS

What the...? Foxes.

They win some.

Who taught you?

My dad? Mm.

Yours never taught you?

My dad? Nah.

Only place he went hunting was Tinder.

It's a dating app for shaggers. Think I live under a stone?

My father may have taught me,

but I do this for me.

The patience of it. The watching... waiting.

Later, I could show you how to prep, cook one of these.

At yours? Be a good meal.

Is this cos of what the police said on the news about the boys?

I'm not weak. Scott...

I can look after myself.

I'm used to being alone. OK.

MONITOR BEEPING

Doctors say there have been signs of response.

Yeah, he talks in beeps now.

Owen called me last night.

He called you? Yeah, that's why I was there.

Owen wanted to talk. I think he knew his attacker.

This was in his wardrobe.

These four images were inside.

This is Rob Wright - as you know, murdered.

This is Jason Morgan - again, murdered.

This, though, this is important.

This is Nichol Morgan, Jason's older brother.

All sons of your employees.

Do you know who this is?

Is he also one of your staff's sons? I don't know, maybe.

I think Owen knows.

Look at him. Owen's a victim in this.

You know, all the cases I've been involved with,

I've met a lot of parents who do not love their children.

Not you. I know you love Owen.

I also know you'd do everything in your power to protect him.

Look, I'm in hell here.

This might feel like hell, but Stephen Wright, Bethany Morgan

would beg to swap places with you.

Gloria, boys have died.

You choosing not to help me means you're aiding a killer, not Owen.

And others WILL die because of it,

probably this boy, and I will have to tell his mother,

his father that you hindered me.

Mum... Mum.

Owen? Owen, darling, it's all right, I'm here.

Mum... Owen, Owen.

He's trying to communicate. Just get...

get away from him. Do you know this boy?

Are you gonna help? I told you, get away from him!

Get out!

It's all right, darling. It's all right, I'm here.

Did you try and strangle her, too? I spoke to Dhillon.

I ran the image through the missing person database.

So far, no hits. Same with juvenile records.

We have a serial killer out there whose MO is attacking nightly,

which means we have, what, ten hours to identify his next victim?

I know, I know. But unless Owen has some sort of magic awakening...

He knows something.

Drink your coffee.

DOOR OPENS Aye, aye - movement.

I love my son.

I know. He's not a monster.

Help me prove it.

Is that Owen's? I think so.

Where was it?

Under his bed. I found it last night.

OK. Have you switched it on?

Your laptop charged? Naturally.

Good. Hop in.

Me? We need you to break into a phone for us.

Right. OK. Hurry up.

CAR ALARM PIPS

So, what? Owen was left a phone by someone he doesn't know?

Yes. And then they started talking?

Mm-hm. It reads as a love letter. He's grooming Owen.

He's making him feel chosen, special.

He encourages to "embrace his crime".

"You know what it's like to take a life."

No mention of the other boys at the sawmill?

No. Owen was supposed to meet him to help.

Does it say to do what? Doesn't say.

Oh, but there. Owen refuses.

The rabbit, the phone - it was all a test.

He doesn't work alone.

No, he kills innocents,

and he recruits those who think like him.

Or so he believed.

So, when Owen doesn't take the bait, the killer tries to murder him?

GENTLE KNOCK ON DOOR

I saw Barclay drive off.

You're leaving?

You're not?

Not ready to go back to that house.

Do you think I'm... cold to do so?

No. Bethany...

...there isn't a cold bone in your body.

Have you ever prayed?

God was never someone that my father saw eye to eye with.

At times like this, it must be a comfort.

God's presence...

for so long... I could feel Him.

He... He... He listened.

But since Jason...

...I feel nothing.

And He no longer listens when I speak to Him.

What if He was never there? No, no, no.

I believed He'd return Nichol to me.

It... It... It kept the hope burning that my son was alive out there.

But all that time...

...I was wrong.

Would you show me how you speak to Him?

DOGS BARKING

DOGS BARKING INSIDE

All good. Cheers.

VAN DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS

VAN PULLS AWAY

Woof, woof.

Not little Andrex pups you had there.

Let me guess.

Those were fighting dogs.

You could get a nice five-year jail stretch for that.

Not the best look...

...a grieving father selling them.

Tidy wedge, though.

What is it you want?

It's a bleak life on a policeman's salary.

So, a patrol unit's gonna come and collect me,

run me back to the lab.

I'll crack on with the files if you have no joy here.

Yeah. Good work.

Two?

What's this? Safety in numbers, Monica?

Has she told you about her fuck-up?

Every town, every school. What?

Last night, you said you'd give me the names of potential victims.

Serious?

That bridge is burnt. My trust in you is gone.

You're mad. What, you trust her, do you?

Implicitly. For some reason, she trusts you,

which is the only reason I'm stood here.

Do you know him?

Is he the latest victim, the one they mentioned in the news?

No.

He's in danger?

Possibly the next victim.

Well, he's not one of mine.

That's it?

Are you waiting on a red carpet?

I'm not the only one that does his job.

What invite did I miss?

They're the police, James.

Er, Detective Monica Kennedy. Oh, hi. Hi... Oh.

Monica Kennedy. Yes.

And she's gonna show you a photo. Oh, OK.

Photo, great.

Is he one of yours?

Er, yeah. Yeah, he's... on my list.

What's his name?

Er, let me just bring up his file.

Oh, er, Michael, can I borrow your computer?

Cos mine's acting a bit funny.

Sure. Cool. Sorry. Excuse me.

Right.

Here we go.

Alexander Allen, or Zandy. Zandy.

Erm, what's the data protection ethics on this?

Data protection is the least of Zandy's issues right now.

OK.

OK, so, he's currently living in assisted accommodation

that I sorted for him.

Abercraig Academy.

We've all seen the news.

This is a delicate time for our entire community.

So it's important to stay safe and...

...and take care of each other.

All right, stranger?

Minty fresh? Zandy?

Focus here.

The school has confirmed Zandy was in,

and they're pulling him out of classes till we arrive.

What is that? A ray of light?

Still, coincidences are mounting up now.

You can add Tammy. She worked with Rob.

Same school as this Zandy. Obviously, MacLennan employees.

Not to mention three of the victims were handled

by the same social services team.

Is this you implying Michael again?

Are you forgetting he did just help us?

Well aware. Simply pointing out coincidental facts.

PHONE DINGS Like this, erm...

this recruiting thing, what is that?

You'd have to be a proper fruit loop to fall into that trap.

Don't be flippant.

Seriously, it is a reach, right, for any normal person.

I hope nothing bad ever happens to you, Crawford.

What?

I hope that nothing makes you doubt

the reason you were put on this planet -

to question your own pointlessness.

I really hope that. Have I offended...?

I so hope that when you are at your lowest ebb

and you are searching for hope,

and someone offers you a little ray of light,

that you can just laugh it off and say,

"Nah, only a fruit loop would bite at this offer of kindness."

Don't be so binary. It can happen to anyone.

Look, I'm sorry if I've said... Just drive.

Another day, another call from the police.

What is it this time, Zandy?

Who's Tam-Tam, Sir?

She well?

You know, I could have a chat with her,

lighten her up.

PHONE RINGS

'Mr Ward, I've got the police here.'

The police are here. Fantastic. En route.

Sir, I've done nothing! We'll soon see about that.

You best stay put.

Fuck!

LOCK CLUNKS

Hi. You're the police officers that were at the hotel last night.

Detective Kennedy, Crawford. You're Tammy's dad.

Rather awkwardly for her, her headmaster too. Kyle Ward.

How is she? How is she?

She's terrifyingly resilient, in truth.

She's even surprised me by turning up for lessons.

Zandy. Mm.

This way.

Common practice? This? Hardly.

You sounded rather serious on the phone.

And Zandy's something of a...

Boo! SHE SCREAMS

What the fuck, Zandy? Did you shit your pants?

Get lost. Aw, aye, like you want that.

Oh, she doesn't deny it.

What do you want? I don't know.

I saw you leave school.

I thought, I wonder where Tammy Ward is off to?

Er, were you and that Rob together?

Do you fancy him?

I thought I could handle today.

Maybe you could...

...if you had something stronger than a mint.

You got anything? Yeah.

Yeah? Yeah, I know someone that does.

One sec.

No signal.

All right, wait here.

Best go, anyway. The guy likes his privacy.

You sure? Yeah.

Tam-Tam! HE WHOOPS

SHE SCOFFS

Tammy's left school.

Several pupils saw Zandy follow Tammy into the woods.

Her FindMe app is showing me she's still there.

If Zandy's with her, that boy...

What's he done? Is Tammy in danger?

Because with all the love... Kyle, let us do our job.

We'll get Tammy back to you.

I can't simply stand here. I'm going after her.

One second, and I'm joining.

Get a search unit on the scene.

Wait here and liaise when they arrive.

It'll take a while. Hardly like they're on the doorstep.

Sooner you action it, the sooner they get here.

Get a helicopter, sniffer dogs - whatever's... whatever's quickest.

Will Hately sign the bill off?

Easier to write a cheque than attend another funeral.

Ewan? 'Copy.'

Ewan, I need you to send in the cavalry.

And get me the number for PolSA.

All right, Lucy.

Do you remember what you said

about putting poison in people's tummies, Lucy?

This kind man, he just wants to ask you a few questions, OK?

Hello.

I love these colours.

They're really gorgeous, Lucy.

Do you like drawing at home?

LEGO.

LEGO?

I love LEGO. JAMES CHUCKLES

How is everything at home?

Are there any, erm...

words that come into your head when you think of it?

Oh. OK.

And what about your mummy?

She's a police officer. Mm-hm.

Was she... Was she the one that told you about the poison?

No?

The lady does.

What? This lady with the red hair?

No, a lady talking in the headphones.

OK.

So... what did the lady say?

"Put poison in the boy's belly."

Still no reception.

Tammy! Zandy?

We used to be very adventurous.

The great outdoors.

But... Tammy had a wobble...

...about a year ago.

It was understandable. How so?

Oh, yes.

Her mum passed away. I see.

That must have been hard, for both of you.

That's a fair assessment. I'm sorry.

That way?

HELICOPTER BUZZING DISTANTLY

DOGS BARKING DISTANTLY

HELICOPTER APPROACHING

There you are! Dad!

Monica? What's going on? What's going on with you, you mean?

Running off, playing truant?

Where's Zandy? Did he hurt you? No.

Has he left you? He did!

Zandy did nothing wrong. Stop.

Hi. Why are you here?

I need to find Zandy.

Look, it was my fault. We're just concerned about him.

All we want to do is find him. Do you know where he is?

You're not gonna get him in trouble?

He went to buy some weed. OK. Do you know where?

He said it was close, er, that it was best he went alone.

It was probably the Delaware Estate.

Is this like Rob? I just really want to find Zandy.

Do you have his phone number?

I have his socials, but, Monica, his phone,

the one he used to contact the dealer, it was old.

Like a... Like a burner phone.

We're gonna get you and your dad home now, OK?

You won't tell my dad, will you? I won't.

But little secret -

I wish I'd been far more honest with my parents.

DISCONNECT TONE

Found them? 'Just Tammy.

'Apparently, Zandy's off sourcing weed close by,

'likely the Delaware Estate.'

Possible sighting of Alexander Allen on Jefferson Lane.

Put the window down. WINDOW WHIRRS

Hi there! Reverse, reverse.

Hello. Excuse me?

Hello? Zandy, right?

Why?

I just wanted a wee word. What for?

Do us a favour and just wait there a minute.

Control, he's fleeing on foot. Pursuing.

Hi, Zandy. I'm Detective Kennedy.

No, it's just weed, I swear. Zandy, it's OK.

All I care about is you and that you're OK.

I didn't nick it.

I know.

How'd you come across it?

It was in an envelope downstairs, had my name on it.

Some creep started sending messages on it.

You didn't message back? Oh, aye, yeah.

Got straight on it, actually. You know, "Show us your cock, pal."

That'd be a no, then.

Why'd I get in a chat with a paedo?

But you kept it. Course. You know, free phone.

Ignored them.

Used it for myself. What for?

Zandy, we're gonna put measures in place to make sure you're safe.

The killer was in touch with him?

Zandy was too savvy to take the bait.

He used it to be a Highland Pablo Escobar.

Petty crime aside, that is a mini-victory.

The killer failed to lure Zandy into his trap.

How do you make that sound like a negative?

DI Kennedy. A word.

Cashew?

So...

...sneaking into rooms, deploying helicopters and search teams.

Is that your investigative approach?

I saved a life. Hopefully.

Unless Zandy was just a distraction.

Come on, Monica.

Photos in a taxidermy rabbit?

The killer's playing games with you.

You think that hadn't crossed my mind?

Was I supposed to ignore it, just let another boy die?

When did you last sleep?

MONICA SCOFFS

Not been home?

Not seen Lucy, no?

Who's with her? Angela?

Did you look into them?

The Burning Light cult? Mm.

I did. And?

They've moved them to the Isle of Mull,

about a month ago.

Did you know? No.

People were supposed to be keeping an eye on them.

It was a fucking admin oversight.

It's a good thing, Monica.

He's further away from Lucy.

I'm looking into this Philly.

Could she be back with them? No.

Please, Monica, I need you to stay away.

Last time you crossed paths with those nutjobs,

they brainwashed you into joining them.

I knew where this case was going from day one,

and I knew you'd end up asking me if I could cope.

And? Well, what's it matter?

There's no-one else that's capable of solving this, is there?

You cannae shove your granny off a...?

Bus. ANGELA LAUGHS

Good girl.

You cannae shove your granny off a bus. Push, push.

Push, push. You being the bus?

DOORBELL RINGS

Hey, Mother.

Nichol?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Kennedy. Hello?

'Hello?'

SOFT BREATHING OVER PHONE

HE YAWNS

DOOR CLOSES

WATER RUNNING

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