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Brit, you're gonna be late.

Britney, you need to be leaving now!

Right, you got everything?

I need lunch. On it.

Homework? Yeah. Can you take me, please?

I can't, darling. I've gotta sort out work.

Please? Your sister is puking.

OK. Fine. Tomorrow though, yeah?

All right. Love you.

Love you. BOTH: Bye.

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

RAY: 'OK, 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. BOTH: Shitney Britney Hamil.

GIRLS CHUCKLE

'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.'

VAN DOOR SLIDES SHUT

ENGINE TURNS OVER

You see, back then,

Before the mediocrity of this - Scotland/ - England union kicked in,

we Scots could actually design things.

Design something to scrape the shite off your shoe.

Worst argument for indy ever.

Shut your moaning pus! Ooh...

Your piles giving you gyp?

HE LAUGHS

Listen, this is our last-ever stakeout together

before your Floridian babe drags you off to the Land of the Free,

so, shoatie...

That's an escort bird with Winterburn.

Ah, he's gonna hurt her.

That's all those New Town ponces are good for, is hurting lassies.

Oi! God's sake, Ginger!

Winterburn! Police! I want a word with you.

This is private business. Aye, get away from her.

I should warn you, I am an Oxford Blue.

You'll be an Oxford black and blue in a minute, pal.

Argh!

HE SCREAMS

Come here, you.

I'll fucking break your arm.

Fucking stand still. Fuck! No!

Ooh... HE GROANS

Thanks for making me drive (!)

HE SIGHS

Ha-ha. You should have gone to the A&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.

HE SCOFFS

Are you seriously gonna give all this up for Florida?

This is the golden city, mate. Dreams come true here.

MOBILE RINGS

Aye. Sure.

Right.

Not everyone's dreams.

Two bodies have been found. In a flat in the Old Town.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

I'm warning you, do your job. Get 'em away to fuck.

Aye, there's dead bodies up the stair.

Want to come out and ride 'em while they're still warm?

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Top flat, sir. Course it is.

Go on, then. Shoot your load.

French. Ages 22 and 26.

Death by asphyxiation.

Fucking French!

PHONE RINGS

Text me the details of the leaving do.

Aye, nae bother. Ooh...

Boss. Ray. Amanda, yes.

Shut that door. Bloody builders.

Now, as you know, Eddie Rodgers is retiring today.

Amanda's been promoted to DS.

You two are gonna be partners.

I thought that Gill Glover and I...

Well, that was the original plan,

but there's not enough female officers in Serious Crimes

to justify a dedicated unit.

So we're gonna have to spread our women. Oh, aye?

Dougie, the two French students found dead this morning.

Anything new?

Aye, Fabienne Rodier and Gaston Villiers.

Froggy goes a-courting, gets a wee bit carried away

with the turning off the gas games, she croaks, and then in...

MOCK FRENCH ACCENT: ..romantique regret...

NORMAL ACCENT: ..he tops himself.

Can we dispense with this froggy stuff?

I'm with 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 auto-asphyxiation shite.

Fucking French, eh?

Thanks, Dougie.

Aye. Back to the coalface.

Dougie? Dougie?

Any similarity in MO to other sexual strangulation cases?

Oh, do you mean the serial killer cases that obsess you?

Aye. If you discount the fact

that the boyfriend Fabienne was shagging died an' all.

This is my case, Lenny.

I don't need some social-justice warrior poking his neb in.

The 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...

It's fine. Never mind. Guess who got the job?

Wow! Congratulations!

Well, let's face it,

they'd have been rags to give it to anybody else, eh?

Well, sadly, they gave it to Charmaine.

No! No! I'm sorry, honey.

Well, more fool them, eh?

Yeah, or more fool you. SHE SNIGGERS

Course they didn't give it to fucking Charmaine.

THEY LAUGH

I am finally on Dunedin Power's management team!

THEY LAUGH, HE CHEERS

Well, as you know, alcohol and I aren't exactly

parking in the same lot these days,

but I wish 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 on the street, spare me a quid!

THEY LAUGH, MOBILE RINGS

Bob.

Right. OK, I'll be, er...

I'll be right there.

Sorry, I've got to go. Something important and urgent.

As a manager, I am both important and urgent, Mr Lennox.

Yeah, it's a young girl that's gone missing,

and I need to find her.

Oh. God, yeah. No, yeah, please... please do that.

OK. I'm so proud of you.

HE LAUGHS

'OK, everybody, this is very important.'

We have a missing schoolgirl. Britney Hamil, 13.

Number 36/1 Murrayburn Quadrant.

Left for school yesterday, usual time, eight thirty.

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.

The uniformed officers have been out knocking on doors,

talking to neighbours, schoolkids, teachers and so on.

Stuart, you've been consolidating the 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

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.

Gill, let's see the CCTV, let's see what those pixels tell us

in the moments before Britney vanished, eh?

I don't need to tell you

how much we're gonna be scrutinised on this one.

So, er, 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. Always eliminate them first.

Good, Dougie. See if you can find this Lumsden.

What, take one of my boys off the frog case?

I thought that was cut and dried.

Well, as you say, Raymondo, nothing's cut and dried.

We're gonna speak to the mother, this, erm...

GILL: Angela Hamil. This Angela Hamil in Hailes Dykes.

She's with a liaison officer now.

Right, you all know what to do.

'Walks onto Slateford Road, vanishes. No sighting there.

'Nothing of her on the camera above the school, 50 yards away.'

A white van, let's go back to it. What's she looking at there?

She sees something when she's halfway down Slateford Road.

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 corner of Hailes? There.

Not till further down. There's a dead zone.

Only about ten foot until the other camera picks it up.

So she vanished in that ten-foot blind spot.

Let's check the vehicles' comings and goings.

Especially that white van, eh?

Maybe some of the residents have door-bell cameras,

they might have 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.

Notepad.

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 OK to drive? All right.

All OK? Yeah.

It's 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.

SOFTLY: Fucking shit's happening again.

Do you remember Claire Gorman, 16, found dead ten years ago?

Yeah. I was a student at the time, but it was a huge case.

Never caught the perp.

Robert Ellis, convicted of the murders

of Stacey Earnshaw and Nula Andrews five years ago.

The Confectioner killings? Of course.

Claire's murder was a similar MO to Ellis's two.

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

when 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.

SIRENS BLARE

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.

The 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?

Oh... Andy?

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

We're in the transparency game, and 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 a river, got trapped somewhere,

or they've been abducted. Right.

But you're thinking abduction here.

Absolutely. And in child abduction cases,

the probability points to either the 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... 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 is that? Well, if you take a kid from a broken home,

there's a higher probability of chaos

impeding the investigation right from the start. Right.

A bit of a stereotype, but it makes sense.

We are at war, Amanda. This isn't about solving crimes.

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 her in the car and silence her,

drive as far as the roundabout...

It's like somebody who'd know what they were doing.

I like the way you're thinking, Amanda,

but it's still supposition, so best keep this between us.

Don't worry on that score.

DOG BARKS

'Hi, Miss 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...

QUIVERING: 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, couldn't go to school,

so... Britney walked on her ain.

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 wean. SHE WEEPS

WHISPERS: She's 13, it does happen.

We didnae think she'd make it.

She was starved of oxygen when she was born.

On one of those incubators for... weeks.

She was a miracle.

One in a million.

ANGELA SOBS Miss Hamil.

Erm... ANGELA SNIFFS

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.

ANGELA SOBS

Everyone's doing their best.

Almost everyone.

We're gonna look upstairs, Miss Hamil.

SOBBING CONTINUES

'Relatives or friends nearby?'

'Yeah, Ronnie Hamil. Estranged father.'

We're doing doors on the parents of her friends.

It's just the three of them living here? Her, Britney and...

Tessa, Britney's big sister usually walks to school with her.

Is this ex-husband definitely in Canada? Yes. Vancouver.

Husband, lover, ex, I want a list of every guy she's shagged,

worked with, got on the bus with in the last five years.

Checked against the beast's register.

We're on it, but I have to say... The sister who was ill?

With a friend. She's sleeping off a bad stomach bug.

Let's look at her room. Then we'll walk the beat, eh?

Pished the bed.

A nervous kid.

She would probably be wary of strangers.

Every girl's dream.

A prince coming along and saving her.

Not some filthy nonce in a white van.

Great. Thanks, Gill.

So, have 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 the sister?

Tessa. Gill's with her now.

She's 15, might be knocking about with an older guy.

MOBILE PINGS

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

That street camera cuts off here.

Several feet from where the white van was parked.

Tommy Loughran. The people's choice, for sure.

On the Offenders Register.

Guess where he lives?

That flinch of Britney's. The 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, looks like he's out, but...

opportunity, proximity, Tommy's got both.

Just an old flasher now, right? Pfft! It's all he can 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.

MOBILE RINGS

Could you give DS Drummond a full description of this man,

and perhaps look at some pictures? One second. 'Boss?'

Stuart, how's that list coming along?

'Slow. The 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.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Mind, we're on the clock here, eh?

And how should we get that to you? Is email OK?

Yes, that's fine.

Well, please let me know if I can be of any further help.

Thank you. Thank you.

Dull but crucial. When we get back to base,

I need you to try and trace the source of that yellow notepad.

Retailer, manufacturer, etc.

You think this school's sports man's the white van guy?

Angela lied about her boyfriends. What else was 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 hardly...

Britney has probably been 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 we men, we have this bullshit conditioned into us

from a very early age.

Patriarchy is crumbling, Ray.

Let us contribute, for fuck's sake.

I mean, I try and 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.

"Paedo" 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?

It's a minging beast that we nicked for distributing child porn.

Could you just pull up for me up here, please?

And let me out.

Er, yeah. Sure.

Thanks. Are you OK?

Yep.

GRUNTING

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. Ooh.

Ooh.

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, er...

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.

TRUDI LAUGHS Yeah.

Yeah, he's, er, really good.

He's so lovely.

He's just, er... 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.

'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, er... 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 wanna... I wanna drink this fucking city dry.

I want to snort the entire rainforest of South fucking America,

and I just want to... HE SCREAMS

..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's off.

The pub landlord last saw him on Wednesday night,

which is unusual. Ronnie Hamil's got previous.

Not for anything like this, though, boss.

That arsehole Angela's shagging.

You mean the school sports boyfriend?

Aye.

It's a guy that the, erm, 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.

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 it at the froggy expiry on her desk.

It's a bit of paper with a number on it.

3720.

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's gone missing.

Ian Hoy at the news has got hold of it.

He's gonna tip off STV and BBC Scotland if we don't play ball.

Well, I think it's good to get it out to the public.

Maybe they can help us find Ronnie Hamil.

Listen... Ha! ..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?

But he went missing at 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?

Aye. You're saying you smell short-eyes off him, right?

Well, who's he's been noncing? Britney, Tessa.

Probably Angela before that. You say she's a bed-wetter.

13 years old, pissing the bed.

'Some creep's been freaking this kid out.

'Who's her bogeyman?'

BIRDSONG

'Perhaps indicating a struggle.

'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!

He fixed her, the fucking nonce! The nonce!

Ray?

Listen. I spotted this.

Piece of yellow notepaper.

It's, er... It's a piece of common notepad.

But maybe it flew out of a notepad.

Perhaps as a result of the struggle. Maybe it was placed there.

No! Maybe it was placed there.

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. Have a look at it!

CCTV? What does it mean?

The 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?

Because we don't know anything yet.

Boss has a hard-on for Ronnie fucking Hamil.

MOBILE PINGS And you don't?

Ray? Ray?

I'm just thinking through stuff.

HE SIGHS It's gonna be a long day.

You OK 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?

HE LAUGHS

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.

THEY CHUCKLE

'Where's your dad, Angela? Why didn't you mention him before?'

I told them, I don't know where he could have gone.

I don't know what he does. Not seen him in years.

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, it's not like that.

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? Erm...

A while ago.

He goes away a lot. Keeps himself to himself.

MOBILE RINGS

Hi, Gill. Thanks.

Good to know. HORN TOOTS

Guess who's taken two weeks' annual leave

without telling a fucking soul where he's gone, eh?

Cornell. Something's not right.

How can all our prime suspects disappear at the same fucking time?

There are a lot of people vanishing around this case.

Wonder who she's going to see now, then?

Graham Cornell? Follow that taxi.

I've always wanted to say that.

It was a win-win.

If 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 you wanting?

Where is she?! Where's my bairn?! Ow!

You're trying to nonce her like you did me, you filthy old bastard!

No, Angela! Ow!

That filthy old nonce has got her!

He beasted me!

I said I'd never let him get his hands on my bairns!

I never touched your fuckin' bairns! If he's hurt her, I'll kill him!

Get out! Take her to the car, come back up with masks!

You, up. Get in the house.

Get in!

Ach. RAY GAGS

FLIES BUZZ

Oh...

What's this smell?

I cannae smell nowt.

The Dennis Wynesses are done in with the ching, eh?

RAY GROANS, FLIES BUZZ

Oh, for fuck's sake!

RAY GROANS, COUGHS

Oh, Emlyn!

That's where you got to, you daft wee bugger.

The place is clear, there's no sign of Britney.

Aye, I know. Take that.

RAY SHUDDERS

HE EXHALES WEAKLY Fuck!

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Too pissed to question now.

Let him de-jakey and we'll see if we can get some sense out of him.

We should pop our heads round the door at Ginger's do, eh?

Yep.

'No, no, wait till you hear this one.'

The frogs had been potted heid for two days!

Fucking two days!

Lenny boy! Ginger!

Eh? Amanda! Hiya.

So... the end of an era, eh? Aye.

Gutted we cannae stay long.

Gotta go and question Ronnie Hamil when he sobers up.

Oh, well, needs must. Aye.

So, er, how's life with the new partner, eh?

Soft furnishings in the motor?

Listen, I don't give a fuck any more.

I mean... not about the missing bairn, of course.

So, er, what do you think about Gillman's case?

It's just silly sex games got out of hand, surely?

I'm sensing something different.

How're you sensing something different?

Well, think it through.

What, so you're postulating

that the killer of the French couple's got Britney?

You ken me, Ginger. I dinnae postulate, I hypothesise.

Aye, well, let's just hope wee Britney's still alive

and she's not potted heid like the Frenchies, eh?

Here. Dinnae tell me you two pussy 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.

LAUGHTER

I thought you were joking when you said this place was vegan.

You're full of surprises! Oh, I'm just getting started.

HE CLEARS THROAT Right, thank you.

So, it has been a pleasure to serve with youse all.

In the immortal words of William Shakespeare...

HE CLEARS THROAT

..fuck the Edinburgh polis! CHEERING

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!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

COUNTRY ROCK MUSIC

Here, how about you two lesbos gettin' 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 calls, brother. Gotta go.

Take care of yourself, Lenny boy.

Here, Lenny, why don't you go and play with the wee lassies? Go on.

What, me? Ah, well. Duty calls.

APPLAUSE

Thank you, all. Ladies.

HE GROANS

OK, right. OK, 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.

He 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.

MOBILE PINGS

So all we've got now is circumstantial.

We've got 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.

OK. He was the SIO in the Confectioner case.

What's this thing everyone has with Confectioner?

There was a lot of stuff that never came out.

He terrorised communities.

I always suspected that he was guilty of the murder

of at least 12 girls all over the country.

Mr Confectioner was like the Yorkshire Ripper.

He didn't just send shivers down the spine of every woman,

but every husband, boyfriend, father, son.

Every man who ever truly loved a woman.

I investigated the 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. What's that?

What's there?

PHONE VIBRATES

Lennox.

'The thing about ignorance, though,

'is, 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 the way.'

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