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I'll get it.

Mr. Manuel?

He's not in.

It's you that I wanted to talk to, sir.

What?

I hear Peter's gonna be on trial in a couple of weeks,

him and a lad named Joseph brannan

for some attempted burglary over in Blantyre.

So, what of it?

Always seemed to me that Peter's

at his most reckless when he's out on bail,

most prone to doing something that he may regret.

You've got some bloody nerve, coming on like you care

when it's you that's trying to put Peter in the frame.

- Piss off!

Get your hand off my door.

Do you really want another Anne kneilands

on your conscience?

Oh, she's not on my conscience, muncie,

because Peter was here that night.

Superintendent leish is satisfied with that,

and he's in charge now, isn't he?

Superintendent leish had no choice but to be satisfied

because you provided Peter with an alibi.

And professor Alison, who was the pathologist

on the Anne kneilands case, he told me, in all his years,

he'd never seen a body with more brutal injuries.

There was a hole on top of her head

that you could put a fist in.

There was blood and brain matter

found over 15 feet from where she lay.

She was so badly beaten that her hands and her arms,

which she'd held up to try to defend herself, were broken.

This is harassment.

I'm reporting you.

No, come on, just, imagine that was your daughter.

Ooh, sir?

From Blantyre, to do with the Manuel burglaries.

While you're up, Iris, make us a cuppa, would you?

I'm a detective, Duncan, not a tea lady.

Can you believe it?

Me, the fifth tee killer?

Muncie, I tell you, that bastard's had a grudge with me

ever since I gave him that going-over in the alley.

You beat up a copper?

Aye, knocked seven shades of busy shite out of him.

Did you not get done for it?

Well, I didn't do it in broad daylight, did I?

Right.

What's up with you, anyway?

You've got a face on you like a crow.

You know, Pete, it's the thought

of the trial, going to prison.

It's all right for you, you've been inside.

Oh, it'll be over before you know it.

Sheriff will give us 18 months, we'll be out in 12.

I mean, a year, what's that?

A lot in the life of my wee 'uns.

Family man's got the blues, eh?

Well, maybe I have something that'll

put a smile back on your face.

Watch the door.

Webley .38.

What you got that for?

Making hay while the sun shines, buddy.

We've got one more month of freedom, right?

Plenty of time for one more job, with added insurance.

Like what?

A little Dickie bird told me

about a rich wop, lives in burnside,

owns a bunch of ice-cream parlors, and he has a safe

at home where he keeps the weekend takings.

Well, I don't know, Pete.

That gun looks pretty knackered.

What do you know about guns?

The gun's fine.

So are you in?

Nah, you're all right.

What's that supposed to mean?

I just don't think our partnership's

been a roaring success, has it?

We've knocked off half a dozen places

and only been done once.

Once is enough for me.

Your loss, chum.

Burnside 3-8-8-5.

Hello, bill.

Did you speak with Vivienne about, uh, about our quarrel?

Not with my sister here.

You know, I didn't mean to hurt you, let alone Vivienne.

Now's not the time, bill.

Could I say goodnight to her?

Vivienne?

Daddy wants a word.

Tell him I'm busy.

[Marion] She says she's busy.

Teen rebel.

What gives, daddy's girl?

It's nothing.

I'm mad at him.

He forgot to give me my pocket money before he went away.

Vivienne.

Honest.

Look on the bright side, you'll get double next week.

Do you want to stay over tonight?

Do you mind if I don't?

I sort of feel like my own bed tonight, you know?

Sure, it's fine.

♪ Goes hand in hand to wonderland ♪

♪ down dreamer's highway ♪

Daddy?

Sir.

William watt?

Lads.

If you'd like to follow us back to Glasgow, sir.

Oh god, oh god.

No, my girls!

Oh, my beautiful girls!

Do you know of anybody who might harbor

feelings of resentment or animosity towards your family?

Against my wife?

My daughter?

No, you couldn't ask for two sweeter souls.

See, I was thinking more towards yourself,

a business rival, say, who would be prepared

to carry out such a terrible crime.

I'm a baker.

That's all I am, I'm just a baker.

You see, Mr. Watt, I believe this is no ordinary break-in.

I believe there's a motive here.

Chop-chop, girls!

Jane, school is not a beauty pageant!

I'm coming.

You know, it is possible it wasn't Manuel.

Leish and his team did go into his house.

Didn't bring him in for questioning, though, did they?

Yes, but you said yourself there's much that doesn't fit,

the gun, killing the two older women

in their sleep, no fear for him to gloat on.

Yes, it is possible that it wasn't him.

But is that really good enough?

For his wife, his daughter and his sister-in-law?

I mean, in two days' time...

I can't find my ruler!

It's by your bed, sweetheart.

In two days' time, him and brannan are

gonna stand trial for that caper over in Blantyre

and then they're gonna be in prison

for a few months, and you know how that works.

As a suspect, Peter Manuel will cease to exist.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry, ag.

I need to see that house for myself.

They weren't asleep, the mother and her sister.

They weren't asleep.

Look, lying side-by-side like they're standing to attention.

Nobody sleeps like that.

They were awake.

They were most likely terrified.

So Mr. Watt confirmed that none

of his wife's jewelry was stolen?

All present and correct, sir.

And there's no safe?

No, sir.

Then why this house?

Burglars act on information, so he knew something.

What's so special about five fennsbank Avenue?

That's number two, no number one.

It was a mess-up on the part of the planners, apparently.

Yeah, but he didn't know that, did he?

What if he never meant to break in at number five?

What if the intended target was number four?

It's dark.

He doesn't know there's no number one,

so he just counts along,

so one, two, three, four,

except it was number five, not number four.

So, who lives in number four?

Italian family by the name of valente.

Is that the ice cream valentes?

The same.

Yeah, you see?

That's money.

I think this was Manuel.

Yes, sir.

Now, you've known him since his old housebreaking days,

so if you've got any thoughts, then I'd like to hear them.

Well, when it came to housebreaking,

he always liked to have a base,

a vacant property where he could lay low, watch and wait.

Who lives in there?

Number 18, spinsters, sisters.

Been on holiday in wester Ross since the 10th.

Hello, Peter Manuel.

Leish is making an announcement.

They've made an arrest.

A little after 11 o'clock this morning,

a team of Hamilton cid officers

led by myself arrested a 52-year-old man.

It's William watt.

Was he not supposed to be 90 miles away in a hotel?

Yeah, he was, but two eyewitnesses have come forward.

They both made statements, on the night of the murders,

they saw watt in his car on the road

between the hotel and burnside.

Congratulations!

Congratulations!

Well done, sir.

Look, I don't know what the story

is with your two eyewitnesses,

but trust me, sir, they're mistaken.

It's Manuel.

Manuel, what is it with you and Manuel?

His house was one of our first raids, bill, top to bottom.

We even dug up the garden.

There was no bloodstained clothing, no gun.

There was nothing.

And his father provided us with an alibi.

His father always provides him with an alibi.

Now, hear me out, sir.

When I arrested Manuel in 1946

for housebreaking, I saw the exact same thing

that I saw at 18 fennsbank Avenue today,

homeowners away on holiday, him using their house as a base,

and the same peculiar, petty act

of vandalism, an old tin of soup with the contents

poured on the floor, telling us it's him.

You traipse all over my crime scene

and that's the bombshell?

Soup?

Come on, bill, please tell me you've got

something else, a fingerprint or something.

He never fingerprints.

Well, a motive, then.

He's a psychopath.

That's all the motive he needs.

He kills people because he enjoys it.

And for him, that's every bit as compelling

as revenge or passion or greed...

Or marital dissatisfaction?

I'm sorry.

Listen, bill, the Lassie next door, Deanna valente,

she said that Vivienne was angry with her father that night.

Vivienne said it was something about pocket money,

but Deanna sensed she was hiding something.

Morning, boy, how you keeping?

I've got that latest James Bond you ordered.

I never ordered...

There's a very gripping passage on page 100.

Mind you, when it comes to fiction,

superintendent leish is in a class of his own, eh?

You bumping off your family by making a 180-mile round-trip

by car, at night, and all but done and dusted

in time for kippers for breakfast.

Nah, leish is an arse.

You can quote me on that, Peter Manuel.

I know you didn't kill 'em, page 100.

Chin up, Willy.

Salvation's closer than you think.

[Door clanks]

Mr. Manuel, it says in your note

that you know the real killer,

but you're not prepared to divulge his name.

Well, it troubles me to see

a client's life hanging by a thread.

Look, I won't name names.

That's just principle with me.

However, I will give you sufficient for you to prove

that William watt is an innocent man.

"To our mutual advantage," you want money?

No, perish the thought.

All I'm saying is, if you judge what I have

to say to be of use, then who knows?

Maybe at some point in the future, if I find myself

in a jam, you'll let me call on your services.

Tell me what you know.

It was me...

Who provided the culprit with a gun

which killed those three unfortunate women, a webley .38.

And that's not all.

After your man done what he did,

he came to see me again with a bad case of the horrors,

told me everything which happened that night, everything.

Hello, dad.

Do we have a fancy visitor?

We do.

Superintendent leish advised me that I've been

led by the nose by a teller of tall tales.

He voiced the opinion that I must have been talking to you.

So here I am, talking to you.

What do you make of what Manuel told me?

I believe every word, give or take.

He murdered your client's family.

Well.

Let me show you something.

This is my unofficial file.

This is Anne kneilands,

and this is the watt family.

Welcome to the world of Peter Manuel.

Mr. Muncie, William watt is almost out of time.

Any day now, the crown will serve

their indictment, then it's a high-court trial

and then, well, the mind boggles.

I intend to go to the fiscal, see if I can

stop this madness before it's too late.

May I borrow these?

Yes, of course, but wouldn't you rather have some help?

I carried out a timed run,

burnside to the cairnbaan hotel and back.

Now, leish and his men were correct,

it is possible that William watt could have done the journey

in a little bit over two hours,

but he would have had to have been traveling

between 55 and 60 miles an hour the whole way.

Now, this Roderick Morrison, second of the crown's

two eyewitnesses, he sounds the most plausible to me.

What's your view on him?

Morrison is plausible

but his statements aren't corroborated.

So it's basically his word against William watt's.

That is about the size of it.

Except that it's not.

Because when I got to the cairnbaan hotel,

I spoke to a waitress, a very sensible young woman

by the name of Patricia carew,

and she told me that when she arrived for work

at 10 past 8:00 on the morning of the 17th,

she saw William watt scraping ice

from the windscreen of his car,

which, obviously, he wouldn't have had to do

if his vehicle had just completed a four-hour roundtrip.

Forgive me, inspector, but you did all this driving

and questioning despite not being

part of the investigating team?

Yes, sir, I did.

And thank heavens for William watt

that bill's done all this.

Robert, we have a wealth of circumstantial evidence here,

which, viewed purely as grounds for ruling the charge

against my client unsafe, is most compelling.

This is a rare state of affairs,

a defense lawyer and a police officer on the same side,

requesting the lord advocate himself make a public admission

that the crown office got it wrong.

Not for a trifle, Robert, but a man's life.

- Mr. Watt, sir? - Was it you, Mr. Watt?

Mr. Watt, comment?

Could we have something from you, Mr. Watt?

Mr. Watt would like to say a few words.

I know that as long as this terrible crime

remains unsolved, the public will always think of me

as the man who murdered his family.

The police could not find him, but I will.

To him, I say, as long I live,

I shall not rest until you, who took all that was

dear to me, get what you so rightly deserve.

What is left of my life will be spent hunting a monster.

Three guesses who's behind Willy watt's release.

Did I say you could sit down?

Come on, Charlie, I'm front-page news.

Don't mention my name, maybe, but I'm there,

all right, between the lines.

Get off my table, will you, you fucking loon?

Now, tallis, no one talks to Peter...

Enjoy your retirement, sir.

Sorry, sir, I thought you'd left.

I had, have.

I just came back for this.

I believed I was right, bill,

but I hope, for all our sakes, you prove me wrong.

We're hoping you can help us devise a strategy, bill.

Manuel wants to meet with William.

Provoking his vanity, that'll be the key.

You need to cast doubt on anything that he tells you.

You know, push him.

Push him and he'll reveal more than is good for him.

I want that meeting to be somewhere very public

like a restaurant, and most important of all,

Laurence, I want you to be there, too.

Because that way, if Manuel does say

something self-incriminating, then at least this time

we'll have some corroboration.

Of course.

Agreed.

Now, Mr. Watt...

I hope you realize that Manuel's gonna make it

his business to cause you as much distress as possible.

And he's gonna talk to you about a subject matter

that's gonna be very hard for you to hear.

'Cause that's his twisted idea of fun.

Manuel murdered my wife and my daughter, Mr. Muncie.

There's nothing he can say or do that can unsettle me.

Afternoon, gents.

- Laurence. - Mr. Manuel.

Willy!

Peter, good to see you again.

We're a long way from barlinnie now.

Aren't we just, eh?

Tallis, Charlie tallis.

That's the man who killed your family.

A gang boss, fancies himself as a bit of a hard man.

Funny thing is, he was at barlinnie

the same time we were, came in a few weeks after me.

Bastard, eh?

Oh, Larry, Jesus.

Sorry, lad, your lovely suit!

No, no, I'm sorry!

No, I shall return momentarily.

Alone at last, eh?

You know, Willy...

Were you to gave me a boost, money-wise, well,

it'd be my sincere pleasure to put an end to Charlie tallis.

Well, it's an interesting offer.

But, you know, Peter, I would have

to know that tallis was the one.

You'd need to give me real proof.

Is that right?

Something really incriminating, eh, Willy?

Now that you mention it, there was something

that tallis said about your daughter.

[Dramatic string music]

Don't shoot the messenger.

What Charlie said was, by the time he was

out of there, your little girl,

Vivienne, she weren't a virgin no more.

William, William, for god's sake, William!

[Peter laughs]

You tell muncie, Larry...

You tell him he'll need to do a lot better than you two

to get one over on Peter Manuel.

♪ Hark the herald angels ♪

What'd you think?

Gorgeous.

Thank you so much, mom.

There's no question you will

be the belle of bellshill ball.

Jane, it's your go.

♪ God and sinners reconcile ♪

"You find a footprint in the flowerbed."

A man or a woman's shoe?

Work it out, you're the detective.

Jane!

I'll get it!

Who's Dr. Barnardo?

It's a charity, sweetie.

Oh.

Thank you.

Anne kneilands was this time of year, new year's day.

And then there was a woman that he attacked

with a hammer when he was 15.

That was at Christmas.

Maybe the festive season.

Other people's happiness brings out the worst in him.

I don't want Jane going to this dance in bellshill.

Nor do I, bill.

Do you want me to tell her?

No, we'll tell her together.

Okay.

I'm sorry about the wrapping paper,

but it's the thought that counts, right?

Go on, open 'em.

Oh, son.

Well, try 'em on.

Oh, will you feel the lining in that.

That's a proper pair of gentleman's gloves, that is.

Thanks a million, son.

Look at her, she's speechless.

Mom, you look beautiful.

It's lovely.

Why don't you say something?

About what?

Because you stole these things, Peter.

Yeah, and you know that.

These are other people's Christmas presents.

I can't do anything right, can I?

I cannot do anything right by you three.

Peter, come on, it's Christmas.

♪ Good king wenceslas looked out ♪

♪ on the feast of Stephen ♪

♪ when the snow lay round about ♪

- ♪ deep and crisp and even ♪

Muncie.

Okay, send a car.

What's happened?

Girl's gone missing.

We went out about 4:00.

Mother and Izzy, Isabelle, were looking after the boys.

Isabelle gave her youngest Robert his bath.

Then she left about quarter to 7:00 to catch

the bus over to the dance in bellshill.

She was wearing her dark blue dress.

It had a white collar attached

with a Navy cardigan, matching Navy cardigan,

over that, her blue coat, and she was carrying

her little peppermint vanity case,

with her dancing pumps and hairbrush inside.

She told mother she was taking the shortcut

to the bus stop across the fields.

What is it, sir?

I know this place.

Think it's hers, sir?

He attacked a woman here 12 years ago,

and I think, last night, he came back.

I'm meant to be at work, so why am I here?

What's happened?

A young woman's gone missing in mount Vernon,

and I think your brother may have something to do with it.

Theresa, do you know where Peter was

last night between the hours of 6:00 and 7:00?

We had a fight on Christmas day.

He hasn't been home since.

Do you know where he is now?

No.

Theresa, I think that you and I both want

the same thing, no more people hurt.

I know that when Peter was in remand in barlinnie,

you went to see the prison doctor.

Is that because you have got concerns about his sanity?

I don't have to be here.

I want to leave, now.

I want to leave now!

It's a breadcrumb trail of Isabelle's belongings

from where he took her.

Buttons, her hairbrush, dancing shoes.

He's playing games.

He's missing, same location.

It's just 1946 all over again, only worse.

It's as if he wants to be caught.

Oh, for him, getting arrested

would be the biggest thrill of all,

headlines, face in all the papers.

For being a murderer of innocent women?

That's not how he sees it.

In his head, he's a criminal mastermind.

Do you think the girl's dead?

I don't know how else to read it.

When will you tell the family?

When we find something conclusive.

So, he's missing, she's missing.

We need manpower.

I'll call in support from local stations.

Yes?

It's Manuel.

Here I am, public enemy number one.