Episode 2 The Field of Blood

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D'you see where he went? Did you see my Brian?

-No.

-BRIAN!

Is that where they found him, then? In the canal.

You don't need to know where they found him. You're just the fat tart that makes the coffee!

A posh journalist, you want to be?

-The boy in the Brian Wilcox case, he's here.

-There's no boy...

-I just saw a boy, right there.

-What d'you work at?

-Journalist. Daily News.

-Oh, aye, got a boyfriend, then?

-Who's interested?

Well done last night.

-Is that definitely him?

-Yep.

-Calum Ogilvey is my cousin's kid.

I confided in Heather. Now my whole family is going to disown me when they see that story.

Family first. Have you got that?

-Sorry, but that's just the game were in.

-You...

-Hey!

Oh, God, he looks like Brian Wilcox.

Dempsie. I remember that.

-I want to find out more about it. It might help Calum.

-How?

-I'm not sure yet.

Hi, Mrs Dempsie?

I'd like to talk to you about the murder of your son, Thomas.

'You want to know about Brian Wilcox?'

No, NO!

-Is Sean there? It's Paddy.

-'He's not here.'

Can I just speak to him for a minute, please?

LINE GOES DEAD

Gentlemen, this is police officers DS Hugh Patterson and DC Colin McGovern.

Something very sad's just happened.

Can I have a bit of hush?!

I said, something very sad has just happened.

A body was found on waste ground in Naghill this morning,

and we have good reason to believe it is that of your colleague, Heather Allen.

We also believe the young lady was murdered.

Her car was found in the car park at Central Station, and we're asking for your help.

If anyone has relevant information, please come forward.

I've assured the officers that you will all cooperate.

You can use the sub editors' office for interviews.

Right. Can I have Patricia Meehan and Peter McIltchie first, please?

As well as cooperating with the officers, we will be reporting this story,

so you pull your fingers out, all right?

Go and find me Dr Pete.

It's a drink I need, no' tea and sympathy.

Why do they want to talk to you, anyway? I know why me, but why you?

I know one of them. Used to drink with his father.

-Plus you always know what's going on in this place.

-Do I?

You, in here. Mr McIltchie, if you don't mind waiting.

-You had a fight with Heather - is that right, Patricia?

-It is.

What was that all about?

I'm related to the boy in the Wilcox case.

-Calum Ogilvey?

-When I found out, I confided in Heather, and she wrote up a story without my permission.

My family think it was me and now they won't speak to me.

So you were justifiably angry at her?

-I was.

-You hit her?

-No, we had an argument in a toilet.

-You didn't hit her?

-You must have done something. I know

-I

-would have.

-I stuck her head in the pan and flushed it.

-I'm sorry I did it now.

-You have a temper, then?

Are you working on the Brian Wilcox case?

Our Division is - why?

Have you ever heard of a wee boy called Thomas Dempsie?

We're not here to talk about that.

Has anyone ever noticed the similarities between the two cases?

-If you knew more about them, you'd know they're different.

-But if...

-Miss Meehan.

Your colleague is dead.

Her skull was almost split in half.

Was she investigating anything? Did she have any contacts she met regularly?

-I don't think so.

-A boyfriend?

Could she have maybe had someone on the side she didn't tell you about?

No, she would have mentioned it.

So she'd have told you if she was having an affair with anyone at the paper?

Yeah, but she wouldn't. Too smart.

This lot in here? They'd think she was a tart.

Even if it gave her an advantage at work?

Must have been difficult.

Two girls working together, one good-looking, the other...

less so.

It's easier working here if all the men don't fancy you.

So you weren't jealous?

I want to be a journalist, not a bunny girl. Of course I was jealous.

But she was my friend.

That's all for now.

-You OK?

-I just need a drink.

Tell no-one.

-Can I talk to you for a minute?

-Clock's ticking.

I've got an idea that there's another story hiding inside the Wilcox case.

Liddel's giving his copy in now. Want to make it tops?

-Let's see what he comes up with first.

-How long do you think the police are going to be in here?

It's doing my head in. We can't work like this.

That's entirely up to them.

Everyone has been in here with a different idea about the Brian case,

including you, and you're not even a bleeding journalist.

There are links between these cases, and if you won't print it, I'll take it to another paper. And they will.

I'm related to the killer... remember?

All right, go on. See what you can find.

Write it up. I'll take a look at it.

Miss Meehan... just on my way to see you.

-Let me ask about the night you and Heather went out in the call car.

-Yeah?

This McVie character, did he have a thing about her?

George McVie? He's got a thing about any woman.

A lech, then?

They're all leches.

-So nothing happened that night between them?

-No, we just went out on a couple of calls.

OK. That's enough for now, but we might need to speak to you again,

so be available.

Devlin's requested any slips that Heather filled out in the last month.

He wants to know what clippings she was looking at. Oh, I nearly forgot.

A bit more background on the Thomas Dempsie case.

Can you look under Alfred Dempsie this time?

You OK?

I'm fine.

It's been a weird day, right enough.

D'you mind if I sit down?

-Next to the fat lassie?

-What?

I heard you in the press bar.

I'm sorry. Sorry, I must have had a few.

-You're no' exactly Paul Newman yourself.

-Fair do's.

Is that us equal, then? Cos I've been wanting to speak to you.

About what?

Brian Wilcox.

I heard you speaking to Devlin.

Are you trying to steal my story?

If I was going to do that, I'd hardly come and tell you, would I?

I wanted to know if me and you could work together, just on an article about this previous case.

-It's my idea.

-You know, I could help write it up.

If you want to move up from the bench, Devlin will have to use it unaltered...

or he'll think you're just a researcher.

What makes you think I can't do it on my own?

It's harder than you think.

This boy they've arrested, he's a relative, right?

That's why you're interested in this?

I'm interested because the police have got it wrong.

Calum visits his dad on a Sunday.

Brian Wilcox went missing on a Monday.

So Calum went all the way from his mum's on the south side to Langhill,

took Brian to the canal, killed him, then went back to the south side, and nobody saw him.

No, there's no way a kid could do that alone.

He was seen.

On the train. There's a witness.

-Well, witnesses can be wrong.

-We can still do this story. I've got a car outside.

And I can eat my own weight in boiled eggs. Your point is?

These streets are mean.

I'm going to need some protection.

I can be Samantha, your lovely assistant,

and add some glamour to the act. How about that?

I'll think about it.

Have you seen Dr Pete?

He phoned in sick. He's sitting in the press bar.

That's a bit cheeky.

He's a cheeky man.

-What d'you want?

-To ask you about the Thomas Dempsie murder.

I read some of the articles you wrote.

Sit down.

Get used to it. You'll have to sit at a lot of dirty tables if you want to work in this game.

How come everybody is a cynic round here?

Cynics are just heartbroken idealists.

What d'you want to know about Dempsie?

Brian was taken on the anniversary of his murder.

I know.

Don't you think that's a bit strange?

It doesn't mean they're related to each other.

It's a big coincidence.

If you look hard enough, you find what you want to find.

You know how many murders there were on that day?

Naw, you need more than coincidence.

Big or not.

So tell me what happened back then.

-How did you get the interviews?

-I doorstepped Tracy Dempsie.

It was a big story.

The Moors Murders were still fresh in folk's minds.

Was Alfred there when you interviewed her?

Aye, with his other kid, the older one.

His stepson?

Aye, he didn't like that kid, it was obvious.

But he loved wee Thomas, though. You could tell.

So you think he didn't do it?

Hang around in this game long enough, you get an instinct for the truth.

Dempsie was innocent.

They were desperate to get somebody. And he didn't have an alibi.

But if you thought he was innocent, why didn't you do something?

The man died in prison.

What was I supposed to do?

I wasn't going to make a difference.

Are you going to talk to me or what?

You disappear, phone in sick, then sit in here all day?

-What's wrong with you?

-Cancer.

-Balls.

-Naw, liver actually.

And this bar is where I want to be.

Sorry to hear that, Peter.

That boy, Ogilvey, your relative...

they'll convict him, sure as eggs is eggs.

Should you be drinking?

Not going to make any difference now.

I should go.

No, no, stay.

Finish your drink.

You're one of the few folk I like about here.

Really? I'd hate to see you with somebody you didn't like.

Mum?

You smell like a brewery.

Suppose you heard about Calum?

Got the call tonight.

-What about him?

-He tried to commit suicide in prison.

Slashed his wrists.

-Night, then.

-Night.

I need the name of the witness that saw Calum on the train.

I'll see what I can do.

Did you think about what I said?

Get me that name and you've got a deal.

Hey.

It's all I could get.

And just so you know, she picked him out the line-up. OK?

Yeah, thanks.

DIALLING TONE

-Hello?

-'Hello.'

Hello, I was wondering if I could speak to Mrs Simmel?

'Mrs who?'

-Cancer?

-'Aye, hen.'

-I'm really sorry. That's terrible.

Oh, God!

Nobody by that name?

Are you sure? It says in the book...

DIALLING TONE

She moved away when exactly?

-'Hello?'

-Hi, there. Can I speak to Mrs Simmel please?

'Miss.'

Sorry.

'It's Miss Simmel. Is this the police again?'

No, no, it's the Daily News.

Is this the same Miss Simmel that came forward as a witness in the Brian Wilcox case?

'That's right. Who did you say you were?'

I'm with the Daily News.

I was just wondering if I could ask you a few questions.

'A reporter? What age are you, for goodness' sake? You sound very young.'

A researcher would be more accurate.

'Oh, well, good for you. But I'm bit busy, sorry.'

It'll only take a few minutes.

I just wanted to know what you told the police.

'For the paper?

'Well, I saw the boy on the train. That's all.

'I was a primary school teacher in my younger days

'and I know children well. He seemed very disturbed.'

And it was definitely Calum Ogilvey?

'Is that his name, the boy who did this terrible thing?'

Yeah, that's right.

'And only ten. How must he have been brought up?

'Y'know they told me that he'd never even been to a dentist.

'I couldn't finish my biscuit when they told me that.'

Your biscuit?

'Silly, I know. But I just put it down on the saucer.

'I mean even if the parents didn't take him to the dentist, surely the school should.'

Right. Thank you.

They gave her tea and biscuits

before she went to pick him out of the line-up.

Don't you see? They were priming her.

-Whoa, slow down. What are you talking about, the witness?

-Simmel, aye.

What? You spoke to her? Paddy, you can't do that.

Calum tried to kill himself, I don't have time to hang about.

They told her that Calum had never been to a dentist.

He has a bad tooth at the front. She'd spot him straightaway.

If we're going to work together, tell me exactly what you're thinking.

OK. I'm thinking we should go to Langhill.

I like this.

We're like Woodward and Bernstein, aren't we?

Think so?

Yeah. Wonder how those guys felt?

They didn't just find a story, did they? They changed history.

How cool is that?

That's what I want to do. Make a difference.

Yeah, me too.

ICE-CREAM VAN TUNE PLAYS

There's the park where they took Brian over there.

What d'you mean, "they"?

-Calum didn't do this on his own.

-All right, do you want to take a look over there, then?

No, wait.

The ice-cream man's waiting at the wrong place.

The guy from the grocery van said it stopped at Gina Wilcox's house.

-What guy, Paddy?

-Hang on a minute.

Here, wee man.

-Does that ice-cream van always stop down there?

-Aye.

Always on the same day?

Aye.

It never stops at the Wilcox house?

Do you mind? He'll run out of Mivis!

What time does the grocery van get here?

About half six, but his sweeties are rubbish!

PAGER BEEPS

Shit!

What's that?

Sorry, it's just my pager.

Your what?

It's my pager. It's Devlin's way of saying he needs me back.

Does it beep a lot?

Only when he's pissed off. Listen, are you going home?

I can give you a lift back if you want.

-No. I'm all right. I fancy a walk.

-You sure?

Yeah, I'll see you later.

All right, see you later.

Refreshers, right?

I never forget a customer.

The ice-cream van doesn't stop outside the Wilcox house.

Come in out the cold.

Keep the heat in.

So,

what can I do you for?

I was asking about Brian Wilcox the other day?

I remember. Aye.

You said that they came from all over to meet the ice-cream van.

Outside the Wilcox house.

That's right.

But it doesn't stop there.

No?

I thought it did.

I've led a worthless life,

but through the grace of God, I have found peace.

Don't you think the cops are on top of this, eh?

Do you know Calum Ogilvey?

-His Dad lives just over there.

-Who?

The boy that took Brian.

I'm no' wi' you.

Where are you going with this, exactly?

The day that Brian went missing...

Calum wasn't visiting his Dad.

There must be some reason why he came all this way to pick that boy.

Why don't I drop you somewhere, huh?

Wait!

BUZZER

TERRY: 'Hello, who is it?'

It's me, Paddy. Can I come in?

I'm sorry to bother you. I got your address from the office.

It's OK.

What's wrong?

Shh, whoa...

Come here. What happened?

SHE SOBS

I just got this really bad feeling and then I saw the blonde hair on the glove.

I'm sure it's Heather's.

We'll check if that van was around when Brian or Thomas went missing.

That proves nothing.

I should have kept the glove.

Hey, listen to me.

Don't be giving yourself a hard time, Paddy.

You had a real scare tonight.

What?

I don't want anything to happening to you, that's all.

No?

I'm...

I'm feeling a bit fat just now.

Hey, you're beautiful, OK?

BED CREAKS

I'm going to have to put some WD40 on that bed.

You seem very pleased with yourself.

We need our minds on something else now.

I'm sorry.

I forgot she was on the front page.

How did the guy in the van know Heather?

Got a name?

Heather.

Heather Allen.

'Shit.'

-He killed the wrong girl.

-What?

I told him that my name was Heather.

And when I saw Tracy Dempsie, I did it again.

What d'you do that for?

In case they checked it out - I wanted them to take me seriously.

So you think this guy killed Heather thinking it was you, yeah?

-You'll have to go to the police and tell them, Paddy.

-I will.

-Sunday? Is it Sunday?

-Yeah, it is Sunday.

I've missed mass!

Where were you last night?

At a friend's.

We were going to have a tea for you.

We were worried sick.

-Sean, wait.

-I don't want to talk to you just now.

I didn't give them that story. Let me explain.

I know you, Paddy, I know how ambitious you are.

There's something else I need to tell you.

I'm not interested. You brought this on yourself.

I'm not perfect, I know that. But you need to listen to me.

No, it's time you started listening to me.

What goes around comes around.

In that case, you'd better take this.

Take it.

Go home.

You're going to kill yourself.

I wrote a book once, do you know that?

About John Maclean.

Bet you don't even know who John Maclean is.

I do. He's buried in the Kremlin.

There was me thinking you were just a wee daft lassie.

I need to ask you some more questions.

Oh, leave us alone.

Was there ever any mention of a grocery van in the Dempsie case?

Leave us alone, will you?

What about a guy called Naismith? Ever heard of him?

Naismith was Tracy Dempsie's first husband.

The one she left for Alfred?

Aye.

That deserves a drink, eh?

It doesn't have to be like this, Dr Pete.

Aye, it does.

Dead men naked

They shall be one

With the man in the wind

And the west moon.

When their bones are picked clean

And the clean bones gone

They shall have stars

At elbow and foot.

Though they go mad

They shall be sane.

Though they sink through the sea

They shall rise again.

Though lovers be lost

Love shall not.

And death...

..shall know no dominion.

Death shall have no dominion!

DS Patterson, please.

It's about Heather Allen.

Have you got a name?

It's Patricia...

Meehan.

So how can I help you, Miss Meehan?

I've got some new information.

-Fire away, Scoop.

-I was picked up in the east end by someone.

I found one of Heather's hairs on a glove, then the guy attacked me.

Whoa! OK. Slow down, Kemosabe.

Through there. ..McGovern!

-Naismith?

-He runs a grocery van.

He was Tracy Dempsie's first husband.

He could have killed Brian and Thomas.

-He didn't kill Brian. Your cousin did.

-How can you be so sure?

I worked the Dempsie case, Meehan.

Henry Naismith was in the cells when Thomas was killed.

-He'd been arrested?

-Aye. He was in one of the gangs back then.

Done for affray.

-But he's got history of violence, right?

-He was a street fighter back in the '60s,

but he's a nice guy now,

-he wouldn't hurt anyone.

-He wanted to hurt me.

Are you sure?

What were you doing in his van anyway?

Guy like Naismith might get the wrong idea, and you'd have nobody to blame but yourself if he did.

-I'm just trying to help.

-We don't need your help.

So you think Heather Allen was in that van, and you had evidence

to prove it, but you lost it when he chased you in the road?

That's right.

Maybe you left something in his van and he was trying to return it?

Sounds like a misunderstanding to me.

Tell you what, first thing, we'll take a look in his van.

Thanks for coming.

You're all right. I'm guessing it didn't go well.

You'd be guessing right.

There's no way they're going to re-open the Thomas Dempsie case.

They're protecting themselves.

What if we approach Devlin?

Devlin's not going to print an attack on the police on our say-so, is he?

You're going to need proof, Paddy.

-We can't let Calum take the blame for something he didn't do.

-I know.

We can't let this happen, Terry.

Have they cleaned out Heather's desk yet?

Why?

Come on.

I don't know what you think you're going to to find.

-The police will have taken all her notebooks.

-I know.

-Oh, shit, what's McVie doing in?

-McVie, can I've a word a sec, mate?

You know that article I was supposed to hand in the other day, to Devlin...

Here we go.

H Naismith, Dryden Street, Langhill.

That's Danny's street.

-He must know Calum.

-Jesus.

Now do you believe me?

-I never said I didn't.

-Yeah.

You weren't sure, though, were you?

Look, you don't need to be involved in this, I can do it on my own.

I'm not going to let you go there by yourself, am I, Paddy?

Come on.

You sure about this?

I am. Are you?

It's just the police said he was in the cells when Thomas was taken.

He could have taken him earlier, before he was arrested.

Tracy was in a state. She could have got the times wrong.

-I suppose so.

-Look, all we're doing is making them check him out.

All we're doing, Paddy, is planting evidence.

They'll find other stuff. Brian was in that van.

I'm sure of it.

Done. Let's go.

We did the right thing.

Yeah, I hope so.

Sean.

So, who was that dropping you off?

Just somebody from work.

You work on a Sunday now?

The news doesn't take a day off.

I'm sorry about earlier.

I love you. I just want things to go back to the way they were.

Could we start again,

clean slate?

I don't know, Sean.

-You met someone else?

-No, it's not that.

I just don't think I can be what you want.

I never going to be a good Catholic mother.

Not in the way you expect.

I don't even believe in God.

You don't have to.

I can't see myself getting married.

Not any more.

It's not you. If I wanted to be married to anyone, it would be you,

-but I don't.

-You feel that way now...

I want a career

and I can't have them both, not round here. So I'm choosing my career.

Come on.

I'd make the worst wife in history.

You know I would.

I don't know why you said you'd marry me in the first place.

People change.

We can either fight about this, or accept that this is how it's going to be and stay pals.

Well, forgive me for being pissed off that you're choosing your career over me.

You really don't believe in God?

Spent half my life on my knees thinking it was a load of rubbish.

Look at you, you're so handsome.

You're going to be fighting them off.

I'm not good looking enough to be married to you anyway.

You know, Paddy, I always let you say stuff like that,

cos I liked that you were modest,

but you're a good-looking girl.

You are.

You're beautiful, Paddy.

Just beautiful.

That's me and Sean finished.

I thought you should know.

Is this machine-washable? I can't find the label.

Aye. Did you hear what I said?

Uh-huh.

If you've got something to say, now's your chance.

What do you want me to say?

You're doing the right thing? I can't.

I think you and Sean are made for each other.

-That's not your decision to make.

-He's your people. Where you belong.

That's me away to bed!

I don't want to live in the one place doing the same thing over and over again.

Like me?

I never said that.

Maybe I did get it wrong.

Looking after my family, raising my children,

but I tell you one thing - without family, you have nothing.

-I wasn't talking about you.

-No?

You've got some big ideas, Patricia Meehan.

You don't want me to end up with the wrong person, do you?

Just know this.

Some mistakes you just can't fix.

Hmm?

PHONE RINGS

-Where have you been? You're late. Devlin wants to see us.

-Us?

-That you actually trying to shag your way to the top?

-Excuse me?

Cos that may take some time.

Not as long as it'd take you.

Three things a woman shouldn't do.

Don't get drunk in high heels, don't fart in bed and don't try to be funnier than the men.

You don't leave us much to live for, do you?

Are you two an item?

-What?

-Don't shit on your own doorstep, all right?

I've had a crush on McVie ever since I got here, but I've managed to control myself.

-Don't know what you're on about.

-I've heard you've been getting chummy.

-Knock it on the head, OK?

-McVie.

-Thomas Dempsie.

Seems you were right. There is a tie-in with the Brian Wilcox case.

-Really?

-Yeah, so here's the plan.

You write up the Dempsie case as history. If it's not complete shit,

-we might use it as an insert next week.

-Why not wait until the trial?

That's the good news - I doubt there'll be a trial.

Naismith confessed this morning.

-To what?

-Everything.

Kidnapping and murdering Heather.

Murdering Thomas Dempsie. Taking Brian.

-Getting the Ogilvey kid to kill him.

-Well, why would he do that now?

They found evidence in his van linking him to Brian and Heather.

So what we need now is an interview with Calum Ogilvey on file.

-So can you get me to meet him?

-You?

Yeah, me. I did used to be a journalist before I got here, you know.

You can liaise with me.

-No.

-Sorry?

I want to interview Calum myself.

It's too big for you.

He won't speak to you, none of the family will.

They will speak to me.

Terry can help me write it up.

Yeah, I can do that.

Oh, I see.

OK. But on a personal note, I hate precocious shits like you and I hope you both burn out in your 30s.

Go on.

You are amazing.

You just got us the biggest story of the year. Come here. Come here!

Not here, you heard what he said.

It's all right. No-one's looking.

I don't care. I don't think I should get into anything with you just now.

So, what, you were just using me?

Using you?

I think it might have been the other way around, don't you?

It was my first time.

I need to figure out a way to get in to see Calum.

Here you are.

You're OK. I'm here.

Danny, I need a minute.

Please.

It's better if I speak to him, rather than one of those reporters at the News.

They can brutal, Danny, really brutal.

Why should he speak to any of ye?

To get his side of the story out.

He's innocent. He was forced to do it.

He's as much a victim as Brian Wilcox.

-People need to understand that.

-They will understand.

No, they won't, Danny. They'll judge him.

I can stop that happening.

And further your career, no doubt.

I always thought he was innocent.

I never doubted it.

Can you say the same?

It's close family only.

You'll need to come in with me.

Open your bag.

These are for him, all right?

That should be fine, yeah.

Is that change in there?

It's your dad and your cousin here to see you.

Hey, Cal.

We brought you some new comics.

You remember your big cousin, Patricia, don't you?

What are you reading?

Dandy.

I loved the Dandy.

I was going to bring you some toys and stuff, but they wouldn't let me,

because of them.

If you promise not to do it again, I'll bring some next time.

OK.

Fancy a Flake?

Smuggled that one in myself. Don't ask how, you don't want to know.

Mind if I ask some questions?

Tell me what happened the day Brian Wilcox died.

I...

I ca...I can't remember.

Did you take him on a train?

Yeah. The police said I did.

What do you say?

We...we went in a motor.

A van.

Who was driving the van?

I can't say.

There's nothing to be afraid of now.

He said he'd hurt my mum if I told.

He won't.

You tell us his name, and he'll never hurt anyone again.

Cal, I'll make sure your mum's OK.

Mr Naismith.

You know Mr Naismith, then?

You've seen him before?

Mr Naismith.

With the earring.

Aye.

And did he tell you what to do to Brian...

or did you do it yourself?

HE SOBS

He made me.

He said...he said... he said he'd rip...

He said he'd rip my...

He said he'd rip my arse with his...with his cock.

HE SIGHS

I'll kill him, I'll kill him.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

-Honest.

-HE WEEPS

Shh... This will be OK. It's OK.

You OK?

Dr Pete's in hospital -

he collapsed in the press bar earlier.

Look, we don't have to do this now.

You know we can speak to Tracy later.

No. It's OK.

-Let's do it.

-You sure?

OK, c'mon.

You're not called Heather.

Why did you lie to me?

I'm sorry, I thought you might check up on me.

Why would I care? You're all the same.

Tracy, we need to talk.

Henry Naismith has been arrested.

For what?

He's confessed to killing Thomas.

I'm sorry for all your troubles, Tracy, you don't deserve any of this.

Do you have a picture we could use?

It's just you wouldn't want a police photo in the paper, would you? You'd want a nice one.

That's me on holiday on the Isle Of Wight.

Nice legs back then.

My dad used to say I had legs like Cyd Charisse.

She was a dancer, before you say something funny.

He's in here somewhere.

Did...um...

Henry ever hit the kids?

He practically ignored me and Darren...

..until I went with Alfie, and then he went mental.

-Beautiful baby. Is that Darren?

-Aye.

He must have been about 12 when Thomas died?

Aye, about that.

Who's that?

That's Darren again.

All grown up.

He lives with his dad, right?

Henry would do anything for Darren.

Anything.

We have to go.

-Hang on, we'll just get a picture off Tracy.

-Now.

Listen, thank you very much for your help. Cheers.

What's wrong? What's going on, Paddy?

I want to see Dr Pete!

You know, I can see the statue of John Knox from my window.

It's ironic, that. He didn't approve of statues.

Nice of them to put the cancer ward overlooking a graveyard, though, eh?

Why are you here, Paddy?

Just wanted to see how you were.

I'm dying. How's that for a conversation stopper, eh?

I was wondering, why do they call you Dr Pete?

I've got a doctorate in Divinity.

Seriously?

I'm a son of the manse.

My father was a minister.

And his father before him.

You lost your faith?

Misplaced it.

Me too.

Well, my advice is don't tell your family.

I argued with my father till the day he died.

My father's very...meek.

Ah, the meek.

Playing the long game. Sneaky bastards.

Oh, Pete, I've done an awful thing.

I planted evidence in Naismith's van, and now he's confessed to killing Brian.

But now I'm not sure if he did it.

-You're not sure?

-No. I think it was his son, Darren.

He killed Thomas and let Alfred Dempsie take the blame for it.

I think Naismith's been covering up for him ever since.

Greater love hath no man.

Right. You need to tell the cops.

DS Patterson. You can trust him.

And you need to do it tout de suite.

I'll never be a reporter now, will I?

Probably not.

It's a shame. I'd liked to have seen you at your peak.

Take care of yourself.

Aye. If you come and see me again and I'm reading the Bible,

I'm just looking for loopholes, OK?

Bye.

Hiya, Heather.

-I need to go. I need to be somewhere.

-Aye.

You're dead right.

COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS

It's nice to have a visitor.

I've no' had a visitor for ages.

You made Calum kill that wee boy.

He came to me.

Nobody else gave a fuck about him.

Was it Thomas's anniversary that made you think about it?

Was it?

I think about Thomas all the time.

Why did you kill him, Darren?

I never said I did.

I know why.

It was an accident. We were playing.

No, it wasn't an accident. We both know that's not true.

-And your dad helped you cover up, didn't he?

-He was a good dad, my dad.

We should have been a family.

We would have been if it wasn't for the Dempsies.

That's what my dad said.

-You did it to get rid of the Dempsies?

-He didn't make me to do it.

You just did it anyway?

For him, right?

And he knows that, and that's why he's taken the blame.

-He didn't make me.

-Didn't he?

That's why you made Calum kill Brian. So he'd be exactly like you.

Anybody can kill if they're forced too. And I proved it.

SHE GROANS AND WHIMPERS

It's time you learned who's in charge here.

Please...

let me go. I can get you help.

Keep begging, I like that.

People will understand. They will. You're damaged.

I've never shagged a fat lassie before.

I fancy that.

SHE CRIES

I'm going to shag you, and you'll love it,

because fat lassies like you have to take what they can get.

SHE SCREAMS

Naismith! Naismith!

-Police!

-My lip, you bit me!

THEY SCREAM AND SHOUT

-Get him out of here.

-Out you get. Calm down, son.

SHE CRIES AND WHEEZES

SHE WRETCHES

SHE FLUSHES THE TOILET

We better get you to hospital -

you'll need checked out.

-I'm fine.

-You're not fine.

You're in shock.

You could have a fractured skull, for all we know.

How did you know where I was?

He called me.

Wanted to know if you turned up at the station.

When I said you hadn't, he told me about Naismith and son.

Now he's turned up claiming that he planted hairs in Naismith's grocery van.

Would you know anything about that?

No. I wouldn't.

ENGINE STARTS

Come on, let's go.

Thank you.

Bloody hell.

Thanks for coming to get me.

Well, I had to make sure you were all right.

You realised it was Darren Naismith at Tracy's, didn't you?

-You should have said.

-I'd gotten you into enough trouble.

Still, you should have said.

So...our story made the morning edition, if you're interested.

-Really?

-Mm-hm.

And also I thought you'd like to know Dr Pete walked into the newsroom tonight in his jimjams and resigned.

Honestly, he gave Devlin a proper piece of his mind.

Said he was going to write a book on John Maclean. And then he got up and...

-Decamped to the press bar?

-Exactly.

They're getting smashed as we speak, so what do you say? Fancy a night cap?

It's busy.

This going to be all right?

I'll be over with Pete.

Ah, Meehan.

Suppose I better offer you a job now, eh?

I've got a job.

Staff reporter. How about it? You can ride in the call car with McVie.

That'd be fantastic.

-You want some more advice?

-From you?

No.

Never buy on higher purchase.

Don't ever bet on a horse called Lucky. And never go to Blackpool.

-It's fuckin' horrible.

-Cheers, McVie.

Can I give you some advice?

Let me do the jokes.

I hate to admit it, but you're funny. Bit fat, but funny.

Don't wake him up.

He needs his kip.

Pete?

-He's not asleep.

-Eh?

Pete?

Pete!

Pete?

He's not asleep!

HE'S NOT ASLEEP!

LAUGHTER IN ANOTHER ROOM

Oh! So he did!

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