Lorraine Mackeson, the woman whose phone you used,
saw you stand up and put something into your jacket.
It must have been my phone.
- He's lying about something. - Got a bit defensive, didn't he?
Why didn't you say that Niall Swift taught your daughter?
- Are you on the investigation team? - No, I'm not.
Our man on licence, Leighton Thomas, who knows about him?
His crimes appal me, but I admire the way he's turned his life around.
I committed murder. Is that what you want to hear?
It is a sliver of brain from Niall Swift.
You are surprised the blood didn't match the brain?
We might be looking at another victim.
We could have the killer's handwriting.
His first mistake.
We've a missing teenager, Jonjo Patterson.
Our communications officer is organising an immediate appeal for tomorrow.
- Jonjo... - One simple message.
Help us find this boy.
John Joseph Patterson, known as Jonjo,
is a vulnerable 18-year-old student.
He was last seen at the family home
around 10:00 a.m. yesterday morning.
My message to Jonjo would be,
there's nothing for you to worry about.
You're our son, and we love you very much.
And we just want you back.
That's all we want, Jonjo.
Jonjo didn't go home last night.
Shit.
Have you told your mum what happened?
- Not really. - Not really?
- I didn't tell her. - But why?
Which lab did the newspaper go to?
Inverness.
Are you concerned his disappearance
is connected to the murder of Niall Swift?
No. Sadly, Jonjo has bipolar disorder.
We believe he's neglected his medication.
Rumors are rife a human heart has been found.
I'm here to appeal for the safe return
of Jonjo Patterson.
I'm not responding to rumors.
But don't you think the people who live here...
Uh, I'm Blake Albrighton.
I've been seconded to the investigation
as forensic psychologist.
And, yes, you're right. Rumors have to be addressed.
There is, I believe, at large in this community
an extremely smart and highly dangerous serial killer.
No, Blake, you need to withdraw that.
I'm urging you to give this appeal maximum publicity.
The safe return of Jonjo depends on it.
D.C.I. Smilie, how long have you known about this?
I have no comment to make on any of this.
I'm here solely to appeal for the safe return
of Jonjo Patterson.
If I could have everybody's attention, please.
If I could have everybody's attention, please!
Annie?
- No, no, no, no, no. - It's not been confirmed.
It's not like that. It's not like that.
I want him gone! Do you hear?
I had no idea he was...
Hijacked that for his own agenda.
Supposed to be restricted bloody parking!
This is Loch bloody Ness we're talking about!
Thanks to Albrighton, you're going to be operating
- with the world's press up your ass, - There's something I need to talk...
wet-nursing a community in meltdown.
You read his book?
I don't need to read his book. I work with him.
Sees his sister's face in every victim.
My advice, get rid.
Bring in somebody with two feet on the ground.
- Before you go into... - P.C. Denny, blue Mercedes van on Canal Road.
Looks like it was parked by the blind one from Peters and Lee.
- Who? - Doesn't matter who.
Sort it out.
I make one call, forget promotion.
- You don't dump this on me. - You brought him in here.
- And I haven't even started on the... - Before you...
What in the name of fuck is this?
It's a communications hub. Superintendent's orders.
Bloody bastard.
You on a break?
- What? - Frank.
He had one of his Krakatoas.
There's blood and snot everywhere.
Why do I always miss the fun?
Probation Service been trying to get in touch.
Annie!
- What's happened? - Nothing.
12 hours airborne, come home for a kip.
Dafty here is getting ready for college.
The parents I've spoken to are keeping their kids home.
Evie's going in.
You see?
There's one dead, one missing, stuff we can't mention,
and you're telling me it's safe?
Mhari, it's your call.
My opinion, if we're sensible, we're safe.
You end up at the bottom of a cliff, don't come running to me.
12-hour shift?
I still can't feel my arse.
Shame, 'cause no one else will.
- When's Evie off? - Hm.
Today we are straddling two horses.
Yep, for a change.
Without neglecting the jobs you were assigned,
anyone you talk to today,
ask if they have seen or had any contact
with John Joseph Patterson in the last 24 hours.
A few of you have asked if we've established a link
between the Swift murder and the heart.
Not yet. Forensics are working on it.
Chief Inspector, is there something I can help you with?
Just seeing how it's done.
D.S. Redford has some news.
- The DNA? - Yep.
In the hope that it'll help us identify the heart,
the Crown Office have allowed voluntary DNA testing
of all adults in the Lochnafoy area.
I know. Miracle.
In the first pass, we'll target males aged 24 to 44.
Treat any refusal as suspicious.
So, on top of everything else,
you're a probation officer, as well?
You'll have Nicole Patterson back as soon as Jonjo shows up.
Okay. Do you want a tea, coffee?
Kettle's just boiled.
Let's just keep it formal.
Y-Yeah, sure.
You know this has to be daily until we catch...
Of course.
It's a bit early for that, isn't it?
That was last night.
Leighton...
What's happening in this town is bound to remind you of...
If you need help, we can pay for counseling.
I spent 20 years talking about what I did.
And therapy helped you understand
why you did those things.
A wound doesn't heal if you keep opening it up.
I don't want to mention the car.
Are you serious?
Evie?
_
Why didn't you show me this last night?
- Well, you were asleep. - Since when did that bother you?
Sometimes Jonjo does stuff to get your attention.
Uh, are you keeping that?
For the time being.
W-What is it?
Last night we were almost killed.
Some maniac drove us off the road.
- Where? - Road to Foyers Point,
where we were supposed to meet Jonjo.
Evie?
She didn't want to tell you because she took your car.
Cheers.
Point to where you think it started following you.
Uh... about here.
There's a speed camera just after the hydroelectric dam.
Unless it came off a side road, we should get an I.D.
Can you describe the vehicle?
Well, it didn't have its lights on.
- At first. - Then it had them on full beam.
- Couldn't see a thing. - Any witnesses?
Bethan McGrellish's dad.
He came over to see if we were okay.
Could he have come from the car that was chasing you?
I don't know. Maybe.
Are you going to arrest Dr. Marr?
That's not a question we'd ever answer.
What about Jonjo's message?
We'll take appropriate steps.
- I'm sorry. - No, no, no.
How old is your daughter?
18.
You can't be responsible for everything they do.
When I was 18, I went to see Prince at Maine Road.
Me and Shona Worthington snuck into his hotel
and managed to get into his room.
God. Did... Did anything...
No, no. No, he was an absolute gentleman.
Unfortunately.
Okay, um, here's what we need to do.
Interview Dr. Marr. He's due here in 10 minutes.
Then pay Don McGrellish a visit.
Bit convenient, him just being there.
And drive up to Foyers Point and see what you can see.
No problem. On it.
"On it"?
Touch the icon to activate a trace.
Shouldn't it beep or something?
Either Jonjo's phone is out of range
or the battery's been removed.
When that changes, you'll get a signal.
Right. I also need you to track that phone.
- Is it yours? - It's my daughter's.
That would be illegal.
You don't have children, do you?
No, it'll be fine.
On the day he was killed, Niall Swift was in your house.
We went over this yesterday.
Why did you fire him?
For the record, I'm showing Dr. Marr a broken compact disc.
Would we find your fingerprints on this?
Swift gave that to my daughter.
I listened to the first song, and it was obscene,
so I fired him to protect my little girl.
A phone message has come to our attention.
The person who sent it claims to know something
that would send you to prison.
Send me to prison?
You're named in the message.
Who by?
I can't divulge that.
Is it a patient?
- This is slander. - What are they referring to?
I'm here voluntarily.
Your manner is really hostile and aggressive.
I've had enough of this.
Your manner is hostile and aggressive.
I've had enough of this.
Do you think Jonjo Patterson knows something?
He certainly thinks so.
This will justify a search warrant.
That's your boss on the phone. Something about Albrighton.
He's a fucking secretary all of a sudden.
Are you here about the newspaper?
Yes.
We're in the middle of processing it.
Is it working? You can enhance the letters?
Are you police?
Hm. I read one of your books.
So you know how important it is that I see the process.
That way you get the credit you deserve.
You are full of shit.
I am full of shit.
No one says it to my face, though.
This is a restricted area.
You can't come in.
Okay.
Tell me what you do, and I'll write it like it was all me.
Hi. This is the voicemail for Blake Albrighton.
Please leave a message.
Well done, Blake.
Light the blue touch paper and run like fuck.
My boss has just been on the phone. He wants you gone.
But he's left it up to me so he's got deniability.
Call me as soon as you get this.
You said you might have found something
to link the heart to the Swift murder.
Might have.
A number of tests are being rerun.
The blood in the bag didn't match the brain.
What does it match?
What I'm hearing,
your psychologist bod is being a dick,
Frank is waving the claymore, and you are piggy in the middle.
My psychologist is an oceangoing dick on stilts.
But the investigation needs him.
You need him.
Evie!
Where are you going?
Mr. Petrie gave us a choice...
go to college or join a search party.
Evie, have you any idea how embarrassing that was?
Sitting there with my boss,
finding out my daughter's concealed potential evidence.
I knew if I told you about the car, you'd go bat-shit,
which is exactly what you're doing.
There is somebody in our town killing people.
So, what have you done about Marr?
I'm sorry?
- Have you arrested him? - I'm not going to discuss this.
Jonjo knew something. Now he's missing.
Have you even searched Marr's house?
Evie, go back to college or join a search party.
Don't stand there haranguing me
about things you know bugger-all about.
Mate, I wouldn't go in there.
The creature will get you.
Ooooh!
Uh, sorry to bother you.
We're taking mouth swabs from every male
that was born between 1973 and 1993.
Is Jordan Whitehead at home?
Yes. Come in.
You didn't know?
Uh, yeah. No, I-I knew.
I just...
But you didn't know it would be like this.
No.
Will I do it?
I'm a qualified nurse.
You stick the kettle on.
We'll have some tea.
Yeah.
Let go!
Baxter.
Baxter!
Sit down.
You enjoy that?
Sorry.
You not think you should've grown out of it by now?
Don't know.
Three days ago, I found a dead body.
We have a student missing.
You think I'm in the mood for shit like this?
Today's the day you change.
Stop picking on Dessie.
Start thinking about your future.
Future's sorted.
I'll be running the gift shop.
Emporium of Nessie-related crap.
My old man's not got long.
It is what it is.
He suffered a cerebral aneurysm two years ago.
Is that them there?
Yeah.
That was at the hospital, just after Kieran was born.
Jordan looks happy.
He didn't know the road ahead.
Jonjo?
Bethan.
Hello?
Oh, hello, Officer. I've had a break-in.
It's, uh, Dr. Simon Marr.
14 Sycamore Gardens, Lochnafoy.
Yeah, well, I was just dropping my daughter off.
And, um, when I returned, my front door...
Hey!
Are you there?
Mr. Marr, are you there?
Is everything okay?
Hello?
Hi. Um...
Yes, sorry.
Uh, there h-hasn't been a break-in.
Have you recovered from your ordeal?
I'm fine.
You don't play piano, do you?
No.
But you did know Niall Swift?
Have you any idea the damage you've done?
I've just been to see Ken and Nicole Patterson.
You not give a thought for their feelings before spouting off?
A reporter asked me a legit question.
- I answered it. - Wasn't your job to answer it!
I've still got to live here when you've fucked off.
Can you give us the room?
- Look, I've been to the lab... - Now.
I'm not sacking anybody.
What he did was unprofessional...
He's compromised the case.
He called it right.
We're dealing with a serial killer.
When D.S. Redford found the sliver of brain,
it was in a plastic bag smeared with blood.
The blood didn't match the brain.
But it did match the heart.
You still think it's a coincidence?
Now, whatever community panic or press onslaught ensues,
we'll just have to handle that.
It still doesn't exonerate Albrighton.
If Jonjo Patterson isn't found, people are going to want to know
why you didn't alert the community sooner.
You are going to need my support.
Hey, Annie!
Hey, Don.
I just had a couple of questions.
Aye, just give me a second.
I'll let the wife know you're here.
Hey!
Thanks.
I, uh, heard you with Smilie. Fight my corner.
So, listen, listen.
I went to the lab. The process worked.
I know. They sent me the images.
You know, I really thought this was going to be a great moment.
For your book?
For the investigation.
Is it because I won't let you screw up my life anymore?
Is that why you want to screw up my job?
If that's what you think, why'd you keep me on the team?
I'm trying to figure that out.
I went into Marr's house to look for Jonjo.
- Right. - Our friend?
I don't need you judging me.
He had photos of Bethan on his laptop.
- Kieran, Dr. Marr... - Yeah, I heard you.
Does that not creep you out?
Bethan was the doc's babysitter.
You need to let this go, Velma.
- Velma? - The dumpy one out of...
Yes, smart-arse, I know who she is.
I couldn't tell you the last time we saw anyone.
It's the back of beyond up here.
You know Jonjo Patterson's missing?
No, we'd no idea. How long?
Day and a half.
Bethan used to be quite friendly with him.
I mean, not close, but...
The reason I'm here, first, to say thanks for helping Evie
but also to get a description of the car that was chasing her.
I'm not going to be much use there.
The driver had his headlights on full beam.
Why were you out there?
Why was I out there?
It's my land.
He heard the wolf.
I was out there to blow its head off.
I wish I had.
It's had three of our sheep.
I thought you were on your own.
It'll be the wind.
I should take a look.
It's an old house.
You get noises like that all the time.
I wouldn't be doing my job if I just sat here.
It'll be nothing.
That's Bethan's room.
She's coming back after her exams.
For the summer.
It must've been the wind.
Caught the door.
I saw Annie going into your house today.
Sorry?
Today I saw Annie going into your house.
A DNA test. They're doing the whole village.
Can we have a word?
There we go.
Tell them about your encounter with Nessie.
Sir, you're a tour boat operator.
Are you concerned for your business?
Why would I be?
You don't think these reports of a serial killer
are going to keep tourists away from Loch Ness?
If it was true,
business would be the least of my concerns.
Sir, you're a tour boat operator.
Yeah.
This news of a serial killer,
do you think it'll affect trade?
It might boost it.
Dolly.
Okay.
Thank you.
Forensic proof we are hunting a serial killer.
These bastards don't stop. We stop them.
Evidence we found in the newspaper found on Carn Mohr.
As you all know,
different inks respond to different wavelengths of light.
Infrared filter was able to pick out traces of felt-tip pen.
These traces were enhanced, enlarged, and reversed.
The police graphologist believes
the handwriting is distinctive enough
to give us grounds to detain a suspect if we get a match.
We could be looking at the killer's handwriting.
Could be.
With this in mind, we've organized a town meeting.
Uh, yeah. To get into the hall,
fill out your name and address on this form,
one square per letter.
Like a crossword.
Our stated objectives...
to open up lines of communication,
give safety advice.
It's locals only.
As you can see, a strong turnout
from the people of Lochnafoy.
The question everyone is asking,
"What's being done to secure our safety?"
Enjoy your drive?
I bet you that left skid marks.
Ken.
It's all right. They're with me.
Thank you.
- Thanks. - Okay.
D.S. Redford to control.
Message for D.C.I. Quigley.
I'm on the road above the McGrellish farm.
Message and location noted.
There's a trailer up here. I'm going to take a look.
Copy that.
Hello? Police!
Shit!
We organized this meeting
as soon as we established a link
between the murder of Niall Swift
and the heart found on the loch shore.
The purpose is to ensure your safety
and to answer any of your questions.
Annie?
I'm getting a signal from Jonjo's phone.
I think it's coming from the village hall.
I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Okay. See you then.
...in Inverness.
This is a major investigation,
and the Scottish Highlands Police...
There's an Incident Caravan on Croft Street.
It's staffed 24 hours a day.
All visits are welcome.
Please report anything... people, vehicles.
Come on. Shit! Shit!
Stupid...
Stop, stop! Stop!
Police!
Police. I need you to take me to Lochnafoy village hall.
Thank you.
Some of you sitting here, whether you realize it or not,
will have information...
Quiet, please!
There are people waiting to be heard!
What are you doing about the wolf?
When I said "any questions,"
I meant any relevant questions.
We're a small-town community.
If we stop trusting each other, the killer has won.
The killer wins by killing.
It's less frequent in here.
I'll talk to them.
- What's happened? - It's okay.
No, Frank. Don't.
How long have you known the murders are connected?
It was confirmed this afternoon.
D.S. Redford, can you tell us
what was discussed in the meeting?
Back off.
Stop this! Can you stop this?
I need this open!
If I could have everybody's attention, please?
If I could have everybody's attention, please!
Can I ask... Can I ask, please, why I was subjected
to an aggressive interrogation by one of your officers?
I-I'm sure you are aware
that we have a complaints system...
Don't worry. I've gone over your head.
There are people that are in this town
who are using events for their own advantage.
This won't be forgotten.
Don't worry. I won't be long.
No!
Jonjo!
No.
Jonjo!
Oh, Jonjo.
D.S. Redford to control.
I'm on Canal Road.
Get those cameras back! Back!
Code 26.
Full scenes of crime and uniform for cordon.
No!
We used to call Jonjo one of the special ones.
He's a murderer, Annie.
- You've been sticking your nose in. - I wanted to help him!
Do we have permission to search your house?
Whoa, whoa!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Is this your handwriting?
- You lied! - Agh!
Tench?
I don't know how fucking clearer I have to make it!
Leave me alone.
Murderer.
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