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Niall.

WOMAN: Niall!

Niall!

-MAN: He's massive.
-Now that's four
of your seven seconds.

Hello, old friend.

You've... Hunted this actual
deer before?

This actual deer. Aye.

I knew I'd get him one day.

-JASON: How was your flight?
-NIKKI: Sorry?

-How was your flight?
-Oh. Fine, thanks.

I really appreciate you coming
all this way, Dr Alexander.

-You too, Mr Hodges.
-Hodgson. Jack.

I made sure nothing
was touched.
I wanted you to see it fresh.

Good.

So was she killed here or is
this just a deposition site?

NIKKI: No blanching.

Lividity on the underside
of her legs is fixed.

Okay.

Suggests that she
was left in this position
at time of death

-or shortly after.
-Any idea of cause of death?

No good ones.

Well, there's no evidence
of strangulation.

Probably best if we process
first and talk second.

Sure thing.
I'll just be over there.

Matchbook.

Clarissa might be able
to clean up the
lettering on that.

I'll get it secure
couriered back to the Lyell.

Mud and grazes on both knees
suggest she fell hard.

Deep, thin abrasions.

-Looks like wire.
-Wire he then removed.

Vicious and methodical.

JACK: Get the pot.

Gotcha.

Thank you.

Jack.

Jesus.

Looks like an exit wound.

Let's check her back.

NIKKI: No bullet hole.

-Get the feeling we won't be
making that plane?
-Just a bit.

-JASON: She was shot?
-Shot and then redressed.

Jesus.

Any ID?

Not yet.
We need to get the body
back for post-mortem.

Someone must
be looking for her.

Here! That's not a dance,
that's a tease!

WOMAN: Hey!

JEROME: Oi! Try that again
and I'll give you a show, pal.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah. Of course.

You sure?

Hi Gloria, sorry I'm late.

Hi. How are you?
Come to Mummy?

-Going to give Mummy a kiss?
Hmm?

FEMALE TV REPORTER:
Crenlogue Police have launched
a murder investigation

after a body was discovered
in Macroom Forest
by a hunting party.

Forensic teams have now begun
a search of the area

spanning 15 square miles.

The body is believed to be
female but that remains
unconfirmed.

A post-mortem examination
will take place at the
end of today...

The victim is an unidentified
female in her early twenties.

She was lying face-up
for a period of
five to seven days

between her death
and the discovery of her body.

The bullet appears
to have entered the
heart and lung cavity,

penetrating the aorta
and tearing open the
heart and lung tissue.

-Looks like an
expanding bullet.
-Mmm.

Small entry wound in her back

and contrastingly large
exit wound to the chest

suggest that the bullet
lodged inside her and
then mushroomed.

-Cause of death, then?
-Yes. No question.

Any chance of
a bit more light?

I'll get that then, shall I?

Thanks.

NIKKI: Bullet fragment.

Victim has a broken nose
which is partially healed.

From the bruising
it looks like the breakage

was sustained roughly
a week before her death.

Various cuts and scratches
to the victim's arms and legs.

Embedded in the wounds
are splinters...

And bark consistent
with the trees

in the forest
where the victim was found.

JASON: She was running
through the trees?

Injuries suggest high velocity
contact, yes.

But we didn't find
corresponding scratches
and tears to her clothing.

Suggests that she was pursued,
shot, then redressed
by the killer.

There is evidence
of vulval trauma
suggestive of rape,

possibly multiple rapes.

I'll swab for DNA
and under her fingernails...

Which have recently
been cut short.

White paint flakes here.

JASON: There's white paint
on the wire
I found at the scene.

It looks like
the width of the wire

matches the welts
in the victim's wrists.

So, we have white paint
flakes in her hair

and in the circular
injuries to her wrist

and on the wire that we think
caused those injuries.

-She was strung up
over something?
-Chips are edged with rust.

Something metallic?
I dunno, a pipe?

Mmm. A pipe works.

And it explains the upward
angle of the welts on the
outer side of her wrists.

Gravity.

She hung suspended.

-Thank you, Jerome.
-Oh, wait a minute.

-What about the money, mate?
-Stick it on the tab.

Yeah, I would stick
it on your tab but it's
running away with itself.

-So?
-So it's over a grand and
we've got a business to run.

Over a grand?
Jesus Christ, I'm sorry!

I'm so... I had no idea.
I'm so sorry!

Let's see when it gets
to two grand pal, let me know.

Arsehole.

-That was a bit unnecessary,
wasn't it?
-Oh, come on.

Yes, it bloody was.
He's just doing his job.

Oh, so he is.
Aye. Poor wee gentleman!

Oh, you know, it's such a...

-Oh, I feel terrible now,
I really do.
-Mike. That's enough.

You stay for the lecture, pal.
I've got better things to do.

Here.
I'll bring the rest tomorrow.

-I'm sorry about him.
-You've been
saying that for 20 years.

Thank God there's only
another ten left then, eh?

CLARISSA: What am
I looking at?

THOMAS: I've no idea.
What are you looking at?

A matchbook
found on an unidentified body.

An unidentified body
in Scotland,
by any chance?

What difference does it make?

I wondered if your victim
might be American.

-American?
-More specifically
a New Yorker.

It's the Manhattan
bloody skyline.

So you've had no reports
of missing girls at all?

-No.
-As in none?

Not recently.
Not from Crenlogue.

-And before "recently"?
-Not in the two years
I've been up here.

You sure about that?

Look, we've had the odd lass
running off to Kirkhaven,

but no one who didn't turn
up again, all right?

Whoever did this
was confident. Organised.

Nothing about it
feels like a first kill.

Maybe if the victim's
not from the area,
the killer isn't either.

Maybe. But they know their way
around Macroom Forest.

All 15 square miles of it.

Do you have a
New York-themed bar
or restaurant around here?

-In Crenlogue? Are you joking?
-What about further afield?

I think there's a place down
in Kirkhaven called
the Manhattan Bar.

-What kind of place is it?
-Pole dancing club.

Well, we need to
pay it a visit. Now.

Says who?

The matchbox in our victim's
jacket says who.

JASON: Look, by all means
you follow it up

but I've got a murder inquiry
to coordinate.

-Fine.
-Jack, just do me a favour?

Tread carefully.
It's not my patch.

The man who shot the deer
and found the body,
what's his name?

Niall Wallace. Why?

Bullet casing from our victim.

Note the two fine tramline
scratches.

Remnant of the bullet casing
we think killed the stag.

Same scratches.

Both bullets were
hand modified
using the same implement.

If we found the common tool...

-What kind of tool are
we talking about?
-A collet bullet puller.

What? A bullet press.

It uses a calibre-specific
clamp to grip the bullet

while the loading press
is used to pull
the case downwards.

Niall Wallace owns several.

-How do you know?
-It's where I buy my ammo.

He's the best.

JASON: Well, his car's here.

That's his workshop, there.

-I'll check the house, sir.
-On you go.

- Shit!

Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Give me a torch.

See if you can find
a light switch?

Oh, Jesus.

Here's your bullet press.

Nikki. Nikki.

Scratch marks.

He's definitely hung
something up there.

PC Bathurst, right?

Right.

How can I help?

Well, you can start
by putting that gun down.

This old thing?

I was just cleaning it.

Didn't realise
it was still in my hand.

Come on, Niall. We just want
to ask you some questions.

That's what you said
when my dad died.

Didn't see my bed for a week.

NIKKI: Paint flakes.

-Look familiar?
-Yeah.

OFFICER: Sir!

Well, come and get it,
big man.

Hey, you can look
but you can't touch.

What can I get you?

My name's Jack Hodgson.

I'm a forensic scientist
working alongside the police.

What? Like a CSI?

Yeah, like CSI.

What can I do for you, Jack?

I'm trying to ID
a young woman,
recently deceased.

Could it be a
member of your staff,
could just be a punter,

-in which case...
-In which case?

Can I help you, mate?

Who is this girl?

Afraid you're out of luck.

-But we've got plenty
of other nice girls.
-Mum...

He's with the police.

-Her name's Caitlin.
-Caitlin what?

No idea.

-She worked here?
-In a manner of speaking.

-What does that mean?
-Means when
she could be asked to turn up.

Then how come you don't know
her last name?

Because she never
bloody told me,
all right? What is this?

Caitlin was found yesterday
afternoon in Macroom Forest.

We estimate she'd been
dead about a week.

This is shrapnel from the deer
we know you shot

and this is a fragment
from the bullet that killed
the young woman.

So what?

Both bullets were modified
by the bullet press
we found in your workshop.

You know,
I've been thinking
about making a change.

Been thinking about it
for a while.

-JASON: A change?
-Aye.

You mean like upgrading
your prey from deer to women?

Wouldn't call
that an upgrade.

-No?
-No.

See, hunting's a test.
It's a challenge.

I mean, where's the challenge
in hunting some tart
through the trees? Eh?

So what kind of
change were you
talking about then, Niall?

Decent bullet press
shouldn't leave any marks.

I was thinking of changing
to a spring-loader.

Well, you know what they
say about bad workmen
blaming their tools?

I'm no workman.
I'm more of an engineer.
Well, some say I'm an artist.

-Really?
-Mmm.

See, that's why
my hand-augmented ammo

sells to such a wide variety
of people.

Hunters, tourists, farmers,

weekenders from the city
who fancy killing something
that's not computer generated.

The rifle you pointed
at PC Bathurst
was illegally modified.

-I didn't point it at him.
-That's not what he says.

Then he's lying.

And as for small changes I may
or may not have made
to the barrelling, big deal.

But it is a big deal, Niall.
It's against the law.

Well then, it's against
the law for my customers.

the sheriffs,
chief constables,
procurator fiscals.

Aye. That's right.
You see I modify
their guns, too.

We're all hunters
up here, Miss.

And you'd know that
if you were local.
Genuine local, I mean.

Trust me, I wear it as a badge
of honour that I'm not.

You see,
that kind of attitude, well,
it's liable to get you killed.

Are you threatening me?

No.
Just the opposite.

I'm warning you.

Did you warn your dad?

Watch your step.

Give us a minute, girls.

Hello.

-I hear you knew Caitlin well?
-Well enough.

-What about her last name?
-I don't know.
She was just Caitlin.

When did she last
come in to work?

A week ago Thursday.
You asked me that already.

And now I'm asking her.
You got a problem with that?

She was fine. Wasn't she, Amy?

Why do you think she
was just plain old Caitlin?
It was her choice!

I think you were her employer
and you had a duty of care.

She didn't want us to know
her last name,

who she was and
where she came from.

Half the girls don't
and I don't ask.

Sounds like you've told me
all you can.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

All the pathology evidence

indicates that we're looking
for a seasoned hunter.

I understand you're the best.

Your homemade bullet caused
some of the worst internal
injuries I've ever seen.

Like you said, I'm the best.

Few days before I found
the body, I was in the same
part of the forest.

I heard someone.

-You heard someone?
-Aye.

Then I heard a shot.
Just the one.

-What did you see?
-Nothing.

Sound travels in a forest,
Detective.

You can be 500 yards
from someone

and it sounds like
they're right next to you.

You said this was a few days
before the body was found.

Can you be more specific?

I want to say it was Sunday,
but I was priming the
oast house all weekend.

Must've been last Friday.

So, six days before
the body was found?

-Were you alone?
-Aye.

-And you can't give us
any kind of description?
-No.

-Nothing?
-Nope.

Oh. I did see a van
parked down the lane, aye.

Maroon or dark red.

Maroon or dark red?

Your bullshit is starting to
get on my nerves
a wee bit, hillbilly.

So let's see
if I can get this straight.

You heard someone
but you didn't see anyone.

You heard a bullet but you're
not positive about what day.

And you saw a van
that was either maroon
or dark red.

See, you're not selling me
a watertight alibi here,
Niall.

And it begs the question,

why didn't you mention this
when you found the body?

I'll tell you something,
wee man.

If I'd been on my own
when I found her,

-I'd have left her there.
-Why?

Call it prior experience.

When my dad died, all this lot
tried to do was pin it on me.

I want as little to do with
you corrupt little bastards
as possible.

Unless we're buying
your hunting supplies?

Shut up, Niall.
As in, don't speak.

Don't say another
solitary word.

Are you personally indemnified
against prosecution,
Detective?

The reason I ask is
I don't want you to
get a big shock

when I bring civil cases
against the police force
that you represent

and you, individually,
shorn of your Detective
Constable status.

Detective Sergeant.

If you're going to sue me,
you might as well
get my rank right.

-Look, I gave him
his phone call...
-Just cut the crap.

You don't say squat
to my client until
I'm sat by his side.

And if any of this is news
to you, then I am
seriously depressed.

What was she like then,
Caitlin?

She was a laugh.

When I first started,
she gave me the confidence
to get up and do it, you know?

Uh-huh.

Taught me how to handle
the punters, too.

-She looked out for you?
-Yeah.

She used to say,
"Do as I say, not as I do."

-Did she have troubles
of her own?
-Doesn't everyone?

I'm not judging her, Amy.

I just want to find out
what happened to her.

That night when we were
leaving the club, she was
pretty drunk, or high...

-I don't know...
-Go on.

I'd noticed she'd got a bit
close to one of the punters
when she was dancing.

A regular?

No, I'd never seen him before.

But when I got outside,
I turned 'round and
she was gone.

Did you think she might've
gone off with the punter?

I contacted the police
two days later.
Weren't interested.

They had you fill out a
missing persons report,
though, yeah?

No. They told me
to stop wasting their time.

-Is this the man you think
Caitlin went off with?
-No.

I mean, I didn't get
a good look at him,
but definitely not him.

Thank you, Amy.

Are you okay?

Can I take you anywhere?

If I was the bitch you're
making me out to be, I'd have
cleared her locker last week.

She had a kid?

Lamborghini 5.

Does that mean
anything to you?

Sounds like the
Grand Prix Hotel.

-The rooms are named
after different cars.
-Classy joint.

-Most of their guests are
off-shore oil workers.
-Rough lot?

Some of them.
We get our share here.

-Are you sure?
-No. Not without
chemical tests.

But the texture's visibly
different, have a look.

Paint flake found
on Caitlin...

And from the pipe
in Wallace's barn.

He said he uses the pipe
to hang animal hides.

-Maybe he does.
-Either way, I don't have
enough to hold him.

Not with that brief.

-Jack?
-Listen. I managed
to identify the victim.

Tell Ross we need a warrant
for the Grand Prix Hotel.

-How is he, okay?
-Yeah, that should be
him for tonight.

You know, I've been
thinking about you all day.

-I'm tired.
-Another headache?

-No.
-You gone off me, then?

Just leave it, Steve,
you know it's not that.

Well, why don't you tell me
what it is, then?

Well, well. Kerb crawling
while on duty, eh?

Picking up slappers
on police time?

Look what the cat
dragged in, DI Laing.

-He doesn't write.
He doesn't call.
-It's disappointing.

-It's heartbreaking.
-I taught this bastard
everything he knows.

And when he does
darken our doorway,
he doesn't even knock.

-I'm sorry.
-You're what?

-Sorry.
-You're sorry?

Apology not accepted.

You've hurt his feelings, son.

This is Dr Nikki Alexander.
She's helping me with a case.

-In what capacity?
-I'm a forensic pathologist.

-A forensic pathologist?
From where?
-London.

That's a long way.

A little bird tells me that
you're heading up to
the Grand Prix

to shake down an oil worker?

-Is that a problem?
-Not now, it's not.

JASON: This is Jack Hodgson.
He's helping us on the
forensics side of things.

-JASON: DI Laing, DS MacNeil.
-JACK: Hello.

MACNEIL: You from London, too?

JACK: Depends how far back
you want to go.

MACNEIL: Ha! What is it
with you?

Bringing in outside help
just to wrap up a dead tart!

LAING: We've got experts
up here too, you know.

-JASON: She had a name,
it's Caitlin.
-LAING: Aye.

JASON: She was raped and
tortured and gunned down
as she fled for her life.

-LAING: Yes. I heard that.
-JASON: Yes, you did.

Her workmate reported her
missing and was told to
stop wasting police time.

-That's what we need.
A squint with a heart.
-All right, Mike?

How'd you know my name?
Cheeky!

-Have I nicked her?
-I think you have, yeah.

Oh, can I help you?

Yep. Lamborgini 5, mate.
Is it occupied?

-Yeah.
-Who by? How long?

-Linus Skinner.
Couple of weeks.
-Right.

Who is it?

Linus Skinner, open up.

Go away.

Guess we're not in
Kansas any more.

-What've you been up to,
Skinner?
-Piss off. I've got rights.

Yeah, you do.

Until you start raping and
murdering the wee girls
of Kirkhaven

then your rights
diminish somewhat.

When did you last
see this girl?

-What girl?
-This girl.

Well, I can't see properly,
can I? 'Cause of fatso here.

-Argh!
-You were saying?

This girl is dead. Murdered.

We found a beer mat in
her shorts with your room
number written on it.

Our guess is it will prove
to have your DNA and
fingerprints all over it.

So I go down to the
Manhattan Club
for a few drinks.

That's where it ends.
I'm a family man.

See?

Why would I want to play away
with a wife like that at home?

-I think I preferred you
blonde, Mrs Skinner.
-Wrong room, love.

Right key, though.

Nice boots.
Where'd you get 'em?

-Present from a friend.
-This friend?

Because, as her friend,
you might be interested
to know she's dead.

He gave them to me.

There's blood staining
inside the boots.

If it belongs to Caitlin,

I'm pretty confident
we don't have the wrong room.

The fact the blood's not
smudged tells its own story.

It had time to dry out after
Caitlin sustained the injury,

and before you gave
them to your friend.

I take it all back, Ross.
I quite like these two.

All right. Caitlin came back
here with me after the club.

-This is Thursday, right?
-Yeah.

By the time we got back
here, she was a mess.

She was hyper one minute,
suicidal the next.

She kept going on about
her bloody kid.

-I didn't mean to hit
her that hard...
-You broke her nose.

Serves her right.
Little junkie prick tease.

-MACNEIL: Oi! Oi! Easy, easy.
-LAING: Come on,
back off! Come on!

Get off me!

Easy, Tyson. That's our job.

Right, you hit her. Then what?

The blood just seemed
to freak her out.

She just ran out of here
like the building was on fire.

I have two observations.

You're the last person
to see her alive,

and your story's full of shit.

I'm taking him in.
It's my case.

Not if that room's our
primary crime scene, it isn't.

It isn't. Caitlin was shot
out in Macroom Forest.

If Skinner's guilty, then this
was just the abduction site.

No, no. Listen, blondie,
unless you want us to
stick your mate Jack

in for assault, keep your nose
out of it. Okay?

It's fine, Nikki, honestly.

Nikki. Hey.

-What the hell happened
in there, Jack?
-I'll tell you later.

-No. Tell me now.
-No, I promise you
I'll tell you later...

-If something is going on...
-Now, listen to me!
Two scenarios.

Depending on whether
Skinner's lying,

Caitlin was either barefoot
or wearing cowboy boots
last time she was seen alive.

-So who does the gold shoe
you found belong to?
-Exactly.

Hmm.

Getting some prints here.
Going to e-mail
them to Clarissa.

-It's 3:00 in the morning.
-Has she ever let us down?

You didn't. You called her?

-Yeah, she was totally
cool about it.
-You owe me big time for this.

I'm not talking dinner,
bottle of wine, chocolates.

I'm talking blood.

-I really appreciate it,
thanks.
-I'll call you back.

Prints on your shoe
belong to a Barbara Cheung.

Convictions for
drug possession,
intent to supply.

-Got an address?
-As of her last conviction,

she listed her place of work
as a massage parlour
in Kirkhaven.

What is it?

Tell me.

Why have you never
asked me about these?

I thought you'd tell me
when you were ready.

Well, I'm ready.

Five years ago...

A man kidnapped me.

He raped me.

He raped me and
he tried to kill me.

Why'd you not tell
me this before?

-Did the police get him?
-No. I didn't tell the police.

-Why not? Sarah?
-Because I was ashamed.

I was broke...

And to make ends meet,
I was doing some stripping.

I had debts and my parents
couldn't help me.
I was desperate.

And is that as far as it went?

Stripping?

You mean did I sell my body?

Yeah.

Once.

When I was
absolutely desperate.

I hated it.

It was... It was a disaster,
and never again. Okay, happy?

Carry on.

I'm not a complicated man,
Skinner.

But this seems pretty simple
to me. You've got a temper,

you beat up tarts.

You were the last person to
see the victim alive before
she runs into the night,

bleeding from an injury
that you inflicted.

Yeah.
I know it doesn't look good.

That's the understatement
of the year, son.

I haven't seen Barbara Cheung
in more than three month.
Sorry.

What was she like?

Tough cookie.
You could trust her.

Even let her look
after this place sometimes.

You have any idea where
she went after she left?

London, probably.
That's where she was from.

-But you're not sure?
Did she leave suddenly?
-Yeah. Very.

Didn't even pick up her
last pay packet, as I recall.

He came from nowhere.

He grabbed me...

Pushed me into his van.

He tied my hands with wire...

And he blindfolded me...

And then he raped me.

In the morning, he...

He drove me out
to Macroom Forest...

And he told me to run.

And I did. I ran for my life.

And he started firing at me.

I could smell the gunpowder,
but I couldn't even see
where I was going.

But I managed to find
a hiding place.

And I watched him go by,
and I ran the other way.

I walked all day
with my hands still tied.

Hours and hours.

I really thought
I was gonna die
in that forest.

Steve?

I need some time
to think about this.

Steve.

Look at me.

Please.

Does nothing I've said
here make sense to you?

Oh, for all you know,
Barbara Cheung's back
in London,

massaging for England.

Come on, she left without
her pay packet.

I find her shoe 20 yards
from the body of another
young woman.

He's right.

But you don't have the
budget to press play
on a search that big?

You know I don't, sir.
That's why I'm here.

Hello?

Now we're sure there's
other bodies buried
in that forest.

That's what we're sure about,
is it? How come he didn't
bury this one?

How come he didn't
bury Caitlin?

Well, look, it's possible
he was disturbed before
he got the chance.

Results are back on the
fingernail scrapings and
vaginal swabs from Caitlin.

Both show the presence
of bleach, which destroys DNA.

We're dealing with
a highly organised,
sexually motivated killer.

We need to search that forest.

Set the dogs free.
All of them.

What have we got?

Five, so far.

All female.

I don't care how good
he thinks he is.

Somewhere here,
he's made a mistake.

Left us a clue. Something.

Hello?

Amy. It's Jack Hodgson.

-Who?
-The forensics guy.
We met yesterday.

Amy, you need to
get home and stay home,
and you need to do it now.

-Gloria. Has Steve called?
-No.

Some bloke did come
by this afternoon.

-Um, who?
-I dunno.

Just spoke to him
on the intercom.
He didn't come up.

-Well, what was his name?
-He didn't give one.

He just asked for you
and I said you were out.

Is everything okay?

What're your first impressions
about how long these bodies
have been in the ground?

Decomposition rates
can vary wildly, so,

we'll really need to
assess once we get
back to the mortuary.

That's why he said
"first impressions", love.

This is the Kirkhaven major
incident room. Please hold.

I think that the oldest body
has been in the ground
at least three years.

What?

Skinner's in the clear,
that's what.

We've got nothing.
We have to let him go.

Skinner's only been
in the UK for a year.

-Before that, he was in Dubai.
-For how long?

The guts of a decade,
his employers confirm it.