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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.