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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.