Original subtitles

Our Theresa said you'd spoken to her,

that you're on the warpath about some missin' girl

and, well, given our history

I thought it wise to come prepared.

That's a record of all my movements

since leavin' home on Christmas day.

[William snorts]

So you're saying that you've been

in the city this whole time.

That right?

In bars and drinkin' clubs and the pictures.

Aye.

That's somethin' I do when the mood takes me, a film spree.

And there you can chat with all the usherettes.

They'll all remember me, I guarantee ya.

Yeah, it's very helpful that you've provided us

with all their names.

Ah well, when turnin' on the charm

always start with an exchange of names.

See, I'm very partial to the usherettes.

It's the tray of goodies, the uniforms.

What happened to your uniform, by the way?

I'm a cid now.

Is that right?

Well congratulations, darlin'.

What must you do for sleep, Peter?

[Scoffs] He's all business this one.

I just knocked around.

Bus, pub, flack house, greasy spoon.

You know it's funny that because at home

I'm a terrible insomniac [mumbles].

Where were you yesterday evenin'

between the hours of six and eight P.M.?

Sorry, did I neglect to include...

We know your crib sheet.

Dracula.

The 6:30 showin' at the scholar.

You should get your boyfriend to take ya.

Could cuddle him at the scary bits.

You ever seen this young woman before?

Well, I think I'd remember.

That's a nice lookin' Lassie that.

Her name's Isabelle Cooke.

Ah.

That's the mount Vernon Lassie you told my sister about,

the missin' one.

No.

Never seen her before.

Don't load the boats, eh?

I mean it's not been 24 hours yet.

Maybe there's some perfectly innocent explanation.

[Ominous music]

I don't know how ya kept

from smackin' him one in there, sir.

Without a body there's no arrestin' him.

That's the priority now,

throw every resource into findin' her.

You really think there's no chance she's alive?

[Exhales] Sorry, sir.

Just wishful thinkin'.

[Suspenseful music]

[William] Joe brannan?

Who wants to know?

Superintendent muncie, Hamilton cid.

Good for you.

You're not in any trouble, Joe.

I just want a word.

Been doin' well since you got out, Joe.

New job,

new house.

I'm commendin' you, Joe.

I'm saying well done.

Well done and how's about bein' a rat?

That's what this is about, right, Manuel?

Informin' on somebody that's killed four people

in cold blood isn't being a rat.

And then there's this.

[Joe] You think that's what's happened as well?

I know it.

Christ.

We've been tailin' him for a while now.

I've got eyes on him.

I need somebody who can hear what he's sayin'.

Very chatty just now.

Wants an audience, and you've got his trust ya know.

And you can get close to him.

You can save somebody's life,

and get paid for your trouble.

No one'd find out?

I give you my word.

Uh, where are you goin'?

You appealed for volunteers to help with the search,

so I'm volunteering.

Gwen Lee said she would look after the girls.

Nan, I'm not sure I'm comfortable

with you comin' on a search.

I want to help, bill.

I take it you've heard

about the reverend Houston and his wife?

What?

Well, while we were all at the church on Christmas Eve,

they had a break-in.

The presents were stolen

right from under the Christmas tree.

A camera, a pair of gloves for the reverend,

a silk lady's headscarf that Doris smart

had bought for Frances, it's all gone.

Do you know what my first thought was?

[William] Was it Peter Manuel?

[Agnes] Mm-hm.

Did they report it?

[Agnes] I assume.

I say, can you write that down?

My notebook's in my pocket.

Before I forget.

It's gonna be a quieter than usual hogmanay,

everybody's leaving.

You know, I wouldn't be averse

to you takin' the kids to my mother's.

Peter Manuel is not running us out of town.

[Suspenseful music]

[Officer] Tom!

[Mrs. Cooke gasps]

- [Mrs. Cooke crying] - I'm so sorry, Mrs. Cooke.

[Mrs. Cooke] Oh.

Look closer, son.

[Doris] Tea for the hardworking mechanics.

That is very welcome.

[Doris] Oh, there's Agnes.

Oo-wee!

Oh, hello Doris, Peter.

Ya have a happy new year.

And to you.

Have a lovely holiday, Michael.

You, too, Mrs. Muncie.

Bye.

Wouldn't do for us to have only one lamp

to see by all the way to your uncle's.

[Fist thuds]

Thanks, buddy.

[Patrons chattering]

Comin' through.

There we go, boys.

[Patrons chattering]

Peter.

You got spendin' money for yourself?

[Peter] That's mighty kind of you, father.

Good to see ya again, Joe.

Been a while, eh?

Hasn't it just?

Was beginnin' to think you were avoidin' me.

You know how it is.

Aye.

Gainful employment, wife and children.

Family man, eh?

Aye.

Well, happy hogmanay.

Cheers.

And to you, too,

ginko and gormless.

[Patrons chattering]

My two babysitters

courtesy of detective superintendent muncie.

Tellin' ya, Joe, startin' to think that bloke fancies me.

Aye-aye, he's movin'.

Yeah.

[Patrons chattering]

He's goin' to the lavy.

Relax.

Evenin', lads.

[Patrons chattering]

Ya never heard of windows?

[Patrons chattering]

[Fist banging]

Enjoy your dump, shithead.

[Door thuds]

[Soft suspenseful music]

[Toilet flushes]

[Gun clicks]

[Dogs barking]

[Breath blowing]

[Finger squeaking]

[Family] 10,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

four,

three,

two,

one.

- [Crowd cheers] - Happy new year!

[Agnes giggles]

- Happy new year. - Happy new year, dad.

Happy new year.

- Yes, Samantha. - Happy new year.

- [Crowd cheering] - [Bells ringing]

Happy new year.

[Girls giggle]

[William] And you.

[Glasses clink]

- [Bells ringing] - [Crowd singing]

♪ And never brought to mind ♪

♪ should old ♪

- ♪ acquaintance be forgot ♪ - [Woman shouting]

- ♪ And old lang syne ♪ - [Man and woman shouting]

♪ For old ♪

[Agnes] Hey, what's this, young Mr. Bubba Joe?

Can't sleep.

Oh well, that won't do.

We have to be up and out in six hours.

Glasses off.

Scoot down.

All right.

Feels nice.

Of course it does.

I'm an expert.

[Clock ticking]

[Somber music]

[Residents chattering]

[Ominous music]

Pow!

[Engine rumbling]

Where are ya off to?

[Officer] I'm joining the Isabelle Cooke search.

[Peter] Hop in, I'll give ya a lift.

I'm goin' to the key to try and find her.

It's where the muster point is for volunteers.

That's the old dunkirk spirit.

You know, everybody pullin' together.

That's them.

[Men chattering]

Thanks again.

[Soft ominous music]

[Officer] On their own, first person that comes along.

[Water splashes]

[Ominous music]

[Clock ticking]

[Peter sniffing]

[Somber music]

[Soft suspenseful music]

[Fist pounding]

Well, if it isn't superintendent muncie.

Where were you between the hours of two and seven

on the mornin' of Wednesday the 1st of January?

And a happy new year

- to you as well. - Wednesday the 1st

of January between the hours of two and seven A.M.

Where were you?

I was here all night.

You're lyin'.

He's not.

We were all in new year's Eve.

[Dog barking]

[Children chattering]

Ask your boys if ya don't believe me.

Your boss needs a lie down, detective.

He's not lookin' very well.

Get a statement.

Aye, come on in.

Make yourself at home.

[William] Where were you?

About 3:30 we went to get a car 'cause of the cold.

You both deserted your post?

We thought they were all asleep, sir.

Their lights had been off for over an hour.

And when did ya return?

About six.

We went to get something hot to eat.

Get out of my sight.

[Clock ticking]

[Agnes] What time did it happen?

Sometime between Wilson and mcleod

leavin' and comin' back.

Couple hours, that's all he needed.

But why then?

Why the smarts?

Because of what he is.

He felt the urge to kill.

He knew he didn't have much time.

So that's it, three people wiped off the face

of this earth because they were the most convenient?

Little Michael.

Oh god, oh Michael, oh. [Crying]

Skate packs and vigilante groups patrol the streets.

Women sleep with knives beside their beds.

Ironmongers and locksmiths report record sales

of locks, padlocks, and deadbolts.

The people of lanarkshire are living in fear.

Alibi or no alibi, bill, we can still get him for this.

Right from the start you had his number

from when he was just a snot nosed thief.

But this lot?

Ya know bill, there'd be no shame

in you handing over the reigns.

I could put a call into Glasgow cid, have them run things.

No, absolutely not, sir.

I'm fine.

Well, don't work too late.

Sir.

Thief.

[Suspenseful music]

Hugh.

Sir?

This was empty, right?

Yes, sir.

Excellent.

He's made a mistake.

On all the other murders he's never stole a penny.

He's never mixed stealin' with killin',

but Peter smart's wallet was empty

the evenin' before he was supposed to go off

on a five day holiday with his family.

Now this mornin' I spoke with an informant

who was with Manuel on new year's Eve

and Manuel was broke.

His father even gave him a few Bob just to keep him goin',

but the very next day, January the 1st,

the day after the murders,

Manuel took my informant out on a pub crawl,

spendin' money like water, buyin' rounds wherever they went.

And all the time with brand new blue one pound notes

issued by the commercial bank of Scotland,

Peter smart's bank.

Now I went to his branch in uddingston

and they confirmed that on December the 31st

Peter smart withdrew 15 pounds in brand new one pound notes.

This is a list of the serial numbers.

They're all consecutive.

This is a list of the drinkin' establishments

they went into.

Now, if you can find these bank notes in these pubs,

then we'll have him.

[Officer] Aye.

So let's get to it.

You two.

Sort out a watch, 24 hours now until we've got him.

And you stick to him like glue.

- Course. - We will, sir.

[Dog barking]

[Footsteps tapping]

[Gate squeaks]

[Theresa] Have they gone to bed?

Aye.

What are you doing?

Thinkin' about all the things I'd like to do

with them two plods.

Do you never think about our ma

and what this is doin' to her?

Don't start.

I know we've never been the best of friends, Peter,

but you're still my brother

and I don't wanna see you hanged.

Hanged?

What are you on about?

Well that's how this is gonna end.

[Scoffs] No one's gettin' hanged.

I haven't done anythin'.

Go on, go to your bed, nursey.

[Ominous music]

I want him arrested early.

DC lowe will be in charge.

I want Manuel off balance,

I want him surrounded by faces that he doesn't know,

and do not under any circumstances

engage with any of his backchat.

I want a welcome party waitin' here for him.

I want you to get every single reporter

you can lay your hands on.

Wdc laird is gonna conduct the interview.

I want a woman in there goadin' him

and needlin' his male pride because I want him humiliated

and I want him angry.

Yeah.

- [Suspenseful music] - Mr. Manuel.

[Officers chattering]

Don't you put your hands on me!

[Samuel] Peter!

Please, no more!

[Men chattering]

Get up to fight!

[Officer] Yes, you're goin'.

- [Men chattering] - Get in the car.

Open the door for me.

Get in the car.

Go.

I take it the scarf was for you, Mrs. Manuel?

Yes.

It's very pretty.

Peter's always had good taste.

Been very artistic right from when he was a boy.

Well then, would ya mind tellin' me

why something so precious would be kept

underneath the kitchen sink?

I bought it.

I bought all this stuff so that Peter

would have something to give us on Christmas day.

You're always there for him, aren't you?

Covering his tracks.

What do you mean?

Well where?

Where did you purchase these items?

From some spiff down at the stag.

They were stolen on Christmas Eve

from the home of reverend Houston.

I didn't know.

You don't tell me you [mumbles].

- Don't tell me you... - I didn't know!

Mom.

[Mrs. Manuel] It's all right, Tess.

- [Glass breaks] - [Theresa whimpers]

It's all right, it's all right, Tess.

[Women crying]

Oh my god.

It's all right, it's all right.

[Soft ominous music]

You'll notice how the serial numbers

on the notes stolen from Peter smart's wallet

exactly match those found in the cash registers

of the stag, the woodend bar, and the garden club.

All establishments which numerous witnesses

have stated you visited on the night

of the 1st of January, 1958,

buyin' rounds of drinks for men

who'd like nothing better than to see you hanged.

And all with crisp new notes

stolen from your victim's wallet.

Not really criminal mastermind material, are we?

Peter.

Not one flamin' word, sir.

I blew it.

No you did not, laird.

We've got him exactly where we want him.

He's not talkin' because we've got him in a corner.

He's down now in his mind,

fully occupied on how he dodged the smart charge.

That's good for us

'cause that means he won't see me comin'.

This is our chance to get him.

And not just for the smart murders,

but for all these victims.

He's always been torn between gettin' away with it

and seein' his dates written in headlines 10 feet tall

tellin' the world how clever he is.

After what he's been through for the past few hours

he's never been closer to givin' us just that,

full confession.

Right now the only person that wants the truth

to come out more than us is Peter Manuel.

[Shoe tapping]

[Door clicks]

[Feet stomping]

You want one?

Have to hand it to you, Peter.

I've never seen so many reporters in my life. [Chuckles]

Not just the Scottish papers either.

Manchester guardian,

mail,

news of the world,

the times of London.

You have nothing.

Is that right?

No murder weapon, no motive.

The most you can charge me with

is stealin' some cash and a car.

I mean who in their right mind

would give a lift to a copper

after slaughterin' three people?

But you're not in your right mind, are you?

You think you're a gangster, but you're not.

You're a psychopath.

You're a psychopath who murders women and children.

People asleep in their beds.

Think you're a hard man, but you're not.

You're a milk sob.

You're a wee boy that goes runnin' to his daddy

when the goin' gets tough.

That's what they're sayin' out there,

that it was your dad that helped

dispose of Isabelle Cooke's body.

He's always been there for ya, though, hasn't he?

Your dear old dad and his little Van.

So we've arrested him

for aidin' and abettin' in the disposal of a corpse.

Father and son,

partners in murder.

Not a bad headline.

You're bluffin'.

Am I?

[Metal sliding door scrapes]

[Peter snorts]

[Soft suspenseful music]

All this time we've known each other

and you still haven't got a clue.

Peter Manuel doesn't need anybody's help.

What's the point in you helpin' me,

knowin' that if you'd been runnin' things

when the [mumbles] you always told me

then seven innocent people would still be alive.

All the bleedin', all the screamin',

and there was nothin' that you could do.

Nothin'.

Let the old man go.

I'll show you where the Cooke girl was buried.

[Iris exhales]

[Wind howls]

[Somber music]

I'm standin' on her.

Take him to the car.

[Shovels scraping]

[William sighs]

[Reporters chattering]

[Cameras clicking]

- Photos. - Here he is.

[Cameras clicking]

The arrested man's made a full confession

and he's been charged.

- [Cameras clicking] - [Woman gasps]

[Crowd chattering]

- [Cameras clicking] - [Crowd applauds]

Over the course of the last two years

this man's killed eight of our own

[soft somber music]

And caused untold grief and fear.

But men like that are the exception, they're not the rule,

and there is some comfort that we can take from that,

and the rarity of such terrible things

I'll ask ya now to go home to your families, please,

and say a prayer for the victims and their loved ones.

Thank you.

[Cameras click]

- [Crowd chattering] - [Crowd applauding]

[Cameras clicking]

Yes I will.

I will be there first thing.

You, too.

Bye.

[Knuckles tapping]

Sir.

He's askin' for ya.

[Clock ticking]

Sir.

We did it.

Yes.

Yes, we did.

[Keys rattling]

[Metal creaking]

What can I do for you?

I want the press told i'd never have shot Michael smart

if I'd known he was just a child.

Anne kneilands was a child, though.

Marion watt was a child.

Isabelle Cooke

- was a child. - Come on, muncie.

Ya know what I mean.

I'm no child killer.

Why did you go back to the smarts' house?

To get the car.

No, that only accounts for one of your return visits.

We know that you went back to that family's home

at least three times.

Why?

Was your first visit, was it too rushed?

Did ya need more time to savor what you'd done?

I went once for the car.

It's the gospel truth.

Ya know, you're not the only person that can lie, Peter.

We arrested your dad for resellin' stolen goods.

Never posed any threat to your share of the limelight.

[Ominous music]

Goodbye, Peter.

You walk away from me.

Nobody walks away from Peter Manuel, you hear me?

Do you hear me, muncie?

You think you can beat Peter Manuel?

This has just started!

Do ya hear me, clod?

This is a war!

Peter Manuel is always right!

Do you hear me?

[Metal door clanks]

[Somber music]

[Soft electronic pops reverberate]