Well, he's only just recently forced his way
into the England side, Southgate.
Norden, they call him, at Aston Villa.
He does everything right.
Grow up.
Bring out the Jager, Rosie, the Germans are gonna do it!
You can come to the bar like everybody else.
Andy Moller against David Seaman.
England are out.
Tonight... is gonna be mayhem.
- Piss off! Why? - Alex...
Why Southgate?! It could have been Ince, or Adams, even McManaman!
D'you want to get out of here alive tonight?
Hey... this'll cheer you up.
A wee disco shandy!
Do you know how many police drink in here?
Don't be a handbrake, Alex, I'll get rid of it, quickly.
That Rosie, eh? World class.
- I don't trust you... - She's all right.
I'll get her to come tonight.
- Don't scare her. - She won't anyway.
Not for you, she won't.
This song, again?!
? Only love can set you free.?
Well, can love clean the glass-washer plughole? Just once?
Is he in here?
- Who? Your man. - Don't have a man.
Yes, you do, you just won't tell me who it is.
You got me. It's your dad.
Oh, screw you.
Hello, beautiful.
Ah. Iona'll help you.
I don't want lona. I want you.
He better watch it.
Her brothers'll crush him.
Right. So, are you gonna go, or am I?
Party time, weasels!
Youse go, I'll catch you up.
- Road beer? - Aye, one for me, too!
Rosie...
..that's where we'll be.
- Football's a simple game, mate. - Oh, God.
22 men chase the ball round for 90 minutes...
Can you just let me grieve?
And at the end, the Germans always win.
- Where's your team, huh? - ? It's coming home?
? It's coming home, it's coming? ? Football's coming home.?
- You mind if I pop out? - Where you going?
If Col or Bri or anyone ask, just say I'm changing the line.
They're out their tree, they won't notice.
- You going to meet him? - I'll be back before you close up.
Everyone's steamin', Rosie.
Well, if there's trouble, call the police. They're on table 9.
Enjoy your shag.
'The Prime Minister condemned the violence as disgraceful.'
'These people should not besmirch soccer.
'They are not soccer supporters, they do damage to soccer.'
'However, the violence was not confined to London...'
Hey. Hey, break it up.
I'm going to need a statement from you... and one from the box.
- Oh, Janice, don't you start. - Start what? You're drunk.
I need a lift.
- Do I look like a cabbie? - Come on.
This is public intoxication.
Let me come home with you, then?
Ah, nae funny business. I promise. I won't even try it.
Have a nice walk, Colin.
? Come share with me?
? All of life's precious schemes...?
Police. Police...
- You stay right there. - No, no, you need to come.
- What's happened? - Ambulance, call an ambulance.
- We... We tried to help her. - Help who?
We just found her, we didn't do it.
- I said stay there! - Call an ambulance, she's dying!
Quebec Sierra Five Three. Urgent assistance needed,
possible fatality in the cathedral grounds.
Ziggy... I've got the police.
Where is she?
She's there, she's there.
Rosie.
'The Turning Of Our Bones' by Arab Strap
? Dig us up and hold us high?
? Raise our carcass to the sky?
? Wrap us up in sequin sky?
? And we can dance again in sin?
? Just take my hand and be brave?
? We'll say goodbye to this grave?
? Tonight we salsa, we rave?
? We are upcycled and saved?
? We've got the hay, so let's roll?
? Surrender all self-control?
? Quick, now, before the bell tolls?
? Let's sing the sighs? ? From their souls.?
*CREDITS*
'I'm walking amongst the ruins of an old cathedral.
'Ancient archways and crumbling spires,
'emerging out of a cliff on the eastern edge of Scotland.
'It's picturesque, like most of St Andrews.
'A charming and historic university town.
'But I'm trying to imagine something much darker
'and more devastating.
'Because on 27th June 1996,
'a 19-year-old barmaid named Rosemary Duff
'was found here strangled, cut across the stomach
'and left to bleed out into the grass.
'Three boys that she knew were found leaving the scene.
'Did they stumble across her on the way home from a party
'like they said they did?
'Were they covered in her blood because they tried to save her life?
'Or was that all a clever cover story?
'It's now 25 years later...
'and the murder remains unsolved.
'I'm Bel Richmond, this is Echoes: The Rosie Duff Case.
'And I'm here to ask... why?
'Why did they feel this young woman didn't deserve justice?'
This... This is what passes for journalism now, is it?
A sultry voice and a bit of a jingle?
Her angle seems to be that the original investigation
was negligent. Victim-blaming.
That because Rosie was out by herself in the early hours,
we didn't prioritise the case.
Well, you were there, was that true?
No! Of course not.
But, admittedly, it doesn't look good
that we've never launched a review.
Because there's no new evidence. We'd be going through the motions
because some woke millennial's found a microphone.
Listen, we underestimate her at our peril.
She gave the Met hell over a missing person's case
and the Chief Constable doesn't want the same for us.
- We have to stay ahead of her. - Right.
So I put some poor sod on it for damage control,
with no hope of solving it.
It's good experience for a young detective.
And, given the angle of the podcast,
I think it would help the optics if it was a female officer.
Eh...
You got one of those?
These flats are tiny.
There's no way he hid 50k worth of stuff in there and she had no idea.
Yeah, women should be more vigilant.
"I really like him, sweetheart,
"but you just make sure he's not hiding stolen iPads
"under your floorboards." Right.
Tracey, we're just here to get your witness statement.
- It's not a good time. - Are you OK?
- Yeah, yeah. - Tracey!
- D'you need help? - No. No, I'm fine.
- Come on, let me in. - What is that noise?
Oh. He's here... we're back together.
- Right... - Come on, darling, let me in.
- But he came home drunk... - Right...
So I locked him out on the balcony.
Right. We're coming in now, Tracey.
Why don't me and you have a chat in here?
I've changed my mind about testifying.
We're with the police. I'm gonna need you to come inside, please.
- What's the police doing here? - We've talked about this.
I'm not gonna help you put him away.
You will be an accessory to his crimes, Tracey.
- I didn't know what he was doing. - You'll have to prove that in court.
Do you really want to go through all of that for him?
Ah...
Right. Why don't... we go down to the station, Tracey?
- Don't! - Mind your step.
- And we can talk about this properly. - I'm not going.
Don't touch me!
Oh...
Pub?
I need to be hosed down.
Mine's round the corner.
I've got half a bottle of Echo Falls and some Bacardi Breezers.
What would I need the pub for?
Just... approach the shower slowly.
It hasn't seen a naked man in some time.
Wait, you don't remember it?
- No! - That hen party?
Yeah! They were all fighting each other.
Hair extensions flying.
I walked in first, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs,
and they took no notice of me, and then you walked in...
- They thought I was a stripper. - No, they didn't!
Aye! They did! One of them tried to ride me like a pony.
Best day of your life.
Well, today, I got to wear your fun run T-shirt, so...
Take it off if you don't like it.
No, no, you'd enjoy that too much.
That's pretty cocky for a man that smells like sick.
Are you serious?
Nah.
Erm...
Hey, you hear Serious Crime are putting together a Case Review team?
No?
Unsolved murder from '96.
I've been waiting for this kind of opening.
I've been speaking to Lees for so long about DS positions,
it's gotta be me next.
You going up in the world?
If everything goes to plan.
You don't wanna be vommed on
and humped by the riff-raff for me any more?
I mean, I hope not.
Who are you trying to get away from? Riff-raff or me?
What's the difference?
You're an arsehole. You know that?
Yeah...
..but I think you like it.
DS Pirie.
Oh...
Yeah, fine. Fine.
OK. Wow!
Great.
Delighted. Just surprised, really.
Thank you, Sir. I'll speak to you soon.
Was that Robertson?
DI Lees.
Why was he calling?
Was it the review?
Does he want to meet you?
I'm running it.
What?
I'm running the review. Apparently.
- I'm sorry. - Don't...
Don't be sorry.
- I don't understand this. - It's...
It's fine.
You're getting up and you're getting dressed,
so it doesn't seem that fine.
Look. I'll, er... I'll speak to you later, OK?
I just...
I need... I need some air.
'Nine out of ten murders are committed by men.
'Two women a week are killed by a current or ex-partner.
'And one in three women
'will experience domestic abuse in their lifetime.
'Take that in.
'Every woman I know has accepted it as a fact
'that she should call a friend when she walks home at night,
'that she should placate and speak sweetly to men
'so as not to provoke violence.
'That she should have her keys ready between her knuckles.
'When are we going to admit that it's not enough?
'That it will never be enough? That we were never the problem.
'Rosie Duff had a sex life. She had secrets.
'She went out at night alone to meet someone.
'And I... I think that's why the police
'gave up on her case so quickly.
'A woman who isn't doing everything in her power
'not to get murdered deserves what she gets?
'No, Rosie and all the Rosies deserve better.'
We were friends. We spoke every day.
Friends who wanted to ride each other.
Maybe, after he got what he wanted...?
Or maybe he just really wanted that job.
- I've no idea why they gave it to me. - Uh, because you're brilliant.
Phil's brilliant. And he's got a better success rate than me.
He's worked with Lees before,
and he's been waiting longer to move up.
So, why did they give it to you?
I'm joking! I did say you were brilliant first!
- I don't have a clue what I'm doing. - Just pretend you do.
Like everyone else.
'Doors closing.'
DS Pirie, DI Lees.
Welcome to Serious Crime. Happy to have you.
- Pleasure to be here, Sir. - Walk with me.
I'll introduce you to the rest of the team,
but first I want to get you briefed.
We haven't got time to waste on this.
No, I suppose it'll be 26 years soon, eh?
Yeah.
I gather you're from Fife, Pirie?
- Methil, Sir. - You remember it, then?
Rosie Duff murder? Would've been all over the news.
- I was three, Sir. - Three? Jesus.
Well, at least you'll be up with all the podcasting nonsense, then.
- Yes, Sir. - Good.
Ideally, we would have shut the whole thing down,
but we don't have the power. So just watch her closely,
if she oversteps the mark, then we can slap her with an injunction.
Watch her closely. Got it.
I've had all your files brought up and I'm around if you need me,
but I'm across six other investigations, so...
Get on with it.
Yeah. Get on with it, yeah.
Sir, the team?
Ah. Yeah, where is he?
Mint. Mint!
DS Pirie, DC Murray.
There we are, there's your team.
Constant updates, please.
Murray, mints. I get it.
Yeah. The lads gave it to me. I was pushing for The Machine.
Wow. The Machine.
Well, I got the department record on the bleep test,
but you don't get to choose your own, so...
- Oh, will I get one? - You've already got one.
What is it?
Er... I don't think it was you, actually.
- No, go on. - It was someone else.
Right... Well, I'd quite like one.
It's not been the greatest time to be called Karen.
Is this the incident room?
Have you listened to the podcast?
Yeah. It's quite... It's quite feminist, eh?
And you don't like that?
No, no, no, absolutely. Do your thing. Fight the fight.
Mmm.
Well, I suppose we should start at the beginning.
Who was at the crime scene?
What was at the crime scene?
And why?
'Call an ambulance, she's dying!'
You three, come over here where I can see you!
Still warm...
I'm a medical student. Can I help?
You say you found her?
- On our way home. - Why did you leave?
To find a phone.
But you're a medic. Why didn't you stay with her?
Why didn't one of the others go?
I've tried to resuscitate, but I think she's gone.
You got an ID?
Rosie Duff... Sir.
Two of them were at the scene...
one of them ran out right in front of my car.
Thanks, Jimmy.
They said they found her like this.
The one that left said he was running for help.
Detain them, Jimmy.
I've never seen anything like...
Keep it together, Jan, eh? For her.
She was strangled.
Ligatures?
- By hand. - Is that how she died?
The autopsy concluded that she was throttled until she was unconscious,
but it was the stomach wound that killed her.
She bled to death?
Would have taken 20 minutes, maybe more.
She was just... lying there...
Jesus. Why do that? Cut across the stomach? Such a slow death.
And why leave her in the cathedral?
I suppose a graveyard makes some sense.
If you want to get rid of a body, you bury it,
dump it in the sea, burn it,
you don't leave it in the middle of a tourist attraction,
right in the middle of summer. Unless you want someone to find it.
You think that has some significance? A religious aspect?
I don't know yet.
What was the weapon?
- They think it was a kitchen knife. - They didn't find it?
No. Never.
There was another thing - when they analysed Rosie's clothing,
they found fibres from the interior carpet of a car.
They moved the body.
- There's a second crime scene. - But we don't know where.
OK. So, she's choked unconscious,
moved by car, laid out in the graveyard
and cut across the stomach...
but there's no sign of a murder weapon when the police arrive.
Or a vehicle.
Can I have your names, please?
Alex Gilbey.
- He's Tom Mackie. - And you?
- Sigmund Malkiewicz. - I just wanna go home.
They need to speak to us, Weird, we're witnesses.
Alex Gilbey, Tom Mackie, Sigmund Malkiewicz,
I'm detaining you under Section 14
of the Criminal Procedure Scotland Act 1995,
- for the murder of Rosie Duff. - What?
You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say may be noted
and used in evidence.
No, you don't understand. We found her.
We need to take you to the station and question you.
You said "detain". You said de...
Wait, what are you doing?
Don't make this harder than it needs to be.
Stop it.
Why are you handcuffing us? We didn't do anything!
What are you doing? Stop it!
Listen. We didn't see her tonight.
We don't know her. OK?
Didn't see her. Don't know her.
Could you hear me, Weird?
Are you getting this?
Didn't see her. Don't know her.
'Because they were never charged with the murder,
'legally, I cannot name the three students
'that were at the scene of the crime.
'So, instead, I will be giving them aliases.
'The Historian. Because he was a history student.
'An eccentric, by all accounts.
'A party-boy with a penchant for drugs,
'who was suspended from St Andrews several times...
'..only to become a university lecturer himself later.
'He could be teaching you, or your child, or your sister...
'right now.
'Then there's The Artist, the hardest of the three to research.
'He has no social media presence,
'barely any internet footprint at all.
'Everyone has a right to privacy, but...
'it does prompt the question...
'does he have something to hide?
'And then The Medic. Now a celebrated surgeon,
'people put their lives in his hands every day.
'He's been described as a prolific man.
'An incessant perfectionist. A workaholic.
'He's doing a lot of good in the world.
'And for that, we should be thankful.
'But I have to ask what's driving him.
'Is it guilt?'
I'm sorry.
So... they could only hold the boys for six hours,
so they interviewed them immediately.
Sigmund Malki... Malkiewicz. Is that right?
- Polish, is it? - It's Ziggy.
Ziggy. Right.
Well, I'm Detective Inspector Maclennan,
this is Detective Sergeant Lawson,
and we're going to have a wee chat about what happened tonight. Hmm?
So, shall we start at the beginning?
We were just walking home from a party and... we found her.
That's not the beginning, though, is it?
We watched the match.
- Where? - The...
The Lammas pub.
- Which is where Rosie worked. - Yeah... I guess so.
And did you see her there?
- It was really busy. - Is that a yes or a no?
Just from afar.
Did your friends?
- They might have. - Have you ever spoken to her?
- I've ordered drinks from her. - So, you knew her?
No...
What time did you leave the Lammas?
Er, 10:30... 11:00-ish.
'And where did you go?'
'To a party.' 'Whose party?'
Some, erm... Some fourth years.
And where was this party?
I...
- I don't know. - What time did you get to the party?
I'm not sure.
- How long did you stay at the party? - Until we walked home.
Which was at what time?
I'm sorry, what?
- Are you on something, Tom? - No.
We'll be testing you, so you might want to be honest.
Was this party at Scooniehill Lane?
At this address?
He seems to think it happened at the party.
It is a big house. It's an abandoned manor, old, dilapidated...
So plenty of places to sneak away to...
To have sex, do drugs. Or, you know, kill someone.
I think that, at the pub, you invited her to the party.
You wrote the address down here for her.
She turned up, and something went very, very wrong.
- No! She never came. - So you did invite her?
But she didn't turn up.
That doesn't feel very likely, Ziggy.
I mean, you invited this girl to a party,
and then we find your friends with her body,
and you trying to flee the scene, covered in blood.
No, I was... I was getting help.
And then you hide evidence.
I didn't... It...
It fell out of her pocket when I was helping her,
I didn't realise I still had it on me.
- So you dropped it and obscured it. - Because I thought it would look bad!
This looks very bad, Ziggy.
And your story is, you invite her to the party, she doesn't turn up,
and you just happen to stumble across her on the way home.
Accept the cathedral isn't on your way home, Ziggy, is it?
It adds a good ten minutes to your journey.
Sometimes we just walk that way! I don't know...
You do know, Ziggy.
You took her there. Either dead or alive, you took her there.
- No! - Something happened at that party.
Someone else did this.
- Were you sleeping with her? - No!
- Did you want to? - No.
Maybe she resisted? And you didn't like that.
No!
- Maybe it was one of your friends. - No.
Maybe they did this, and you helped cover it up. No!
Why did you kill her, Ziggy? Why did you strangle her?
- I didn't. - One of you did. No!
Or did you rape her? Didn't want her to tell anyone?
- No! - Maybe you argued, huh?
- Your hands went up to her neck... - No, I swear!
What did she do to make you so mad, Ziggy?
- Nothing! - She must have wound you up somehow.
No!
I didn't know her, I didn't see her.
I didn't kill her.
He's missing two things - murder weapon and a second crime scene.
Is there any witness accounts that place Rosie at the party?
They interviewed everyone and nobody saw her.
But they must have searched it top to bottom.
Yeah, they did, and they didn't find anything.
Not a single hair, a drop of blood, or any sign of a murder weapon.
- Can we go? - It's since been demolished.
Brilliant. Right...
So, the last place she was seen was...?
CCTV on the high street at midnight.
- See? She ducks. - Doesn't want to be seen.
Iona, her friend, said that she left the pub to meet someone.
One of these students?
Rosie didn't tell her. She didn't tell anyone.
Why?
Probably her brothers. Colin and Brian Duff.
- Both extremely protective. - And they were there that night?
Mm. Both tough bastards - criminal records, drunk driving, assault.
Did she have sex?
There's signs in the postmortem. But no semen.
- So, condom, or didn't finish. - Or she could have been interrupted.
- Signs of assault? Rape? - Nothing definitive.
It could have just been rough sex.
But, look, this is interesting.
She was cut right across the abdomen.
No, look below. She has a caesarean scar. Across her lower stomach.
It's barely mentioned in the reports.
Rosie had a baby?
But there's no mention of when it happened, what happened to it,
or who the father was.
Surely an ex would be the first place you'd look.
- Why didn't they investigate it? - I don't know.
But maybe the brothers can shine a light.
So, get across the forensics tonight.
Tonight?
Yeah. Well, we'll go and see the Duffs tomorrow.
Right. OK.
You got somewhere to be?
Just a HIIT class.
Right. Well, I could, er... I could put one box on one side of the room
and on the other. And you could run between them, if you like?
And try and beat your time? I can play some bleeps, if you like?
OK, OK. Yeah, because you said you were really good at the bleep test.
Yeah, I'll do my homework.
Was one of the first things that you said to me, actually.
- Hey. - Hey.
How's it going?
All right.
You not going to text me back, then?
I'm sorry, KP. I'm really sorry.
I keep writing things, then deleting them.
I've been trying to find the right words.
Well, heh... Anything would've been better than nothing.
I know.
We've known each other too long to be falling out over a job.
I-I-I get it now. It should be you on this job.
- It's right that it's you. - What do you mean?
I-I spoke to Lees about it and he explained everything.
Explained what?
Just what, you know, with the... the podcast.
All the accusations she's making out against the police
about gender violence and, you know,
- it's appropriate that they got... - Sorry. Wait...
Are you saying they put me on this because I'm a woman?
Not just that.
And that you've all been talking about it,
saying that a female has to be on this because it'll look better?
It's not a bad thing, Karen.
There's a bunch of mediocre white men in the building
that get promoted all the time,
who cares why we move up, as long as we're moving up?
I care, Phil. Because I don't want to walk around this office
with men thinking that I'm a fraud with a pair of tits.
No-one thinks that, Karen!
Jesus! Everyone knows you're a good detective.
And a walking, talking PR win for the service.
- I'm not the enemy here, Karen. - No...
but you still agree with them.
What the files won't tell you, but Facebook will,
is that PC Janice Hogg married Colin Duff in 2001.
PC Hogg, as in, from this investigation?
- The one that found Rosie. - And Rosie's brother?
Small towns are small towns.
And murder cases are very sexy.
They moved into the old Duff family home after Rosie's dad died.
Hello. Janice.
Oh, no...
What have my boys done now?
It's, er... It isn't about your boys, Archie.
May we come in?
Aye. Aye, of course. Come in.
- Tea or coffee? - No, thank you.
They're taking it seriously, then. Giving it to some kids.
We're taking it very seriously, Mr Duff.
I'm DS Karen Pirie, this is DC Murray.
I'm sorry, Archie.
Thinking about Eileen.
I've let her down.
I lost our baby.
I let this happen to our poor baby.
It's not your fault, Archie.
It's not. She'd know that.
We've detained three people for questioning.
Who?!
I can't tell you any more than that at this stage.
You have to. Who?!
I promise, I will keep you updated, as and when...
Update us now!
If you don't, we'll find out somehow.
Colin!
Just let Barney do his job.
Colin, we're going to want to talk to you and Brian
about where you were last night.
What do you mean?
We'd just like your recollections from the night.
You're going to make us go through all this again.
I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to.
Started in the pub. Both of us.
Rosie was behind the bar.
She left at some point and... and we never noticed.
Brian went off with some girl...
..said he'd come back and get us after he was done.
When the pub emptied out, that's when I noticed she wasn't there.
I asked lona where she'd gone, she said she didn't know.
Maybe she'd popped out.
What time was this?
Half two.
Iona gave us the keys and said I could wait in the pub
until Brian or Rosie turned up.
Only they never did.
I fell asleep in this girl's bed.
I wish I hadnae.
Every day, I wish I hadnae.
Wish I'd never gone wi' her.
How long were you in her house?
Till eight in the morning.
Came back to my dad crying.
Never seen him cry before.
Iona said that Rosie went to meet someone. But didn't know who.
We know who it was.
- You do? - Of course we do.
I saw him talking to her that night. Little dark-haired one. Pathetic.
Ziggy Malkiewicz.
He was inviting her to the party.
But... why am I explaining this to you?!
You know all this, it's in the files.
It's been there for 25 years.
We are going to talk to Dr Malkiewicz as soon as we can.
Er, Mr Duff, we noticed from the forensic reports
that Rosie had a caesarean scar on her stomach.
- Did Rosie have a child? - I don't see how this is relevant.
There just wasn't much information on the reports.
All right, that's enough, time to go.
- Colin... - They don't know what they're doing.
- I'm sorry, Mr Duff... - Go on, get out. Get out of my house!
We're sorry to have taken up so much of your time.
Call the pathologist, Jan. Tell them to expedite the post-mortem.
We've gotta let those boys go in a few hours.
We need every bit of help we can get.
DS Pirie?
Sorry, er...
The, er... The baby didn't survive. A day or two, maybe.
Oh. I'm sorry.
The father was a local boy, John Stobie,
just some kid from her class at school.
Did you ever take a look into him?
Yeah. He was at university somewhere, I think.
He had nothing to do with it.
It's a dead end.
Thanks, Janice. I appreciate it.
Well, I didn't quite soil myself, but I was close.
Call Register House, will you?
See if you can get a birth certificate for Rosie's baby,
and a death certificate, too.
We need to know what happened.
And see if you can track down a John Stobie.
I mean now.
Yeah, sorry. Just waiting for my heart rate to come down.
Dr Malkiewicz.
DS Karen Pirie.
Would you like a drink, Karen?
Surgery always makes me thirsty.
Sure.
I'm sorry, just, you're in there six, eight hours,
and the focus gets you through,
but then you come out and you realise you haven't eaten anything
since last night
and you can't remember the last time you had a glass of water.
Well, I'd be a bit worried if my surgeon was that dehydrated.
Well, if I passed out, they'd just stick an IV straight in to me.
It's a joke.
I know what I'm doing in there.
Ha-ha.
You haven't returned any of my calls.
Well, I don't really have to talk to you. This is just a courtesy.
Well, then, I will offer you a courtesy right back.
I've been listening to your initial interview from 1996
and wanted to give you the opportunity
to add anything you may have missed out.
Missed out?
Well, it's been a long time. Perspective can change things.
No, nothing's changed.
You stand by your testimony?
You saw Rosie in the pub, and then you found her at the cathedral?
That's right.
I've been speaking to the Duff brothers.
Well, you can immediately discount anything they have to say.
That's very convenient.
They seem pretty sure you were involved with their sister.
They're a pair of vicious thugs. Rosie was terrified of them.
- They controlled her life. - And how do you know that?
Well, everyone knew that.
Right.
But you did know her, didn't you?
You were seeing her, weren't you?
I'm gay, Detective.
Married now.
Happily. To a man.
Have you ever had relationships with women?
Well, there was a time when I was working myself out.
Rosie involved in that?
No.
You know, I don't think I want to talk to you any more.
Not without a lawyer.
Right. Nothing incriminating in the students' house
or the party house.
And all three boys are maintaining their innocence.
You don't think we have enough to charge?
No, not yet.
Release them, but we'll keep eyes on them.
Sir, how can we release them?
They are still under investigation, Janice.
We've got to let them go.
Register House just sent over a birth certificate for Rosie's baby.
Does it have a father on there?
Printing now.
Orla Rose Duff, born August 21st '93...
No dad.
Zoom in to that part.
Adopted?
How can she be adopted if she only lived a day or two?
Maybe she didn't die...
..but that means Rosie lied to everyone.
Why?
DS Karen Pirie.
Hi. John Stobie.
Thank you.
I mean, I knew her. We were friends when we were wee.
You never had a relationship with her?
Not even close.
We used to walk home from school together sometimes,
that was the extent of it.
Did you ever sleep with her?
Never.
Is this...
from her brothers?
I don't really know where it came from, or why.
I just remember one day, they were waiting outside school for me.
They followed me halfway home,
then, when there was no-one around...
..they jumped me.
Battered me.
Black and blue.
Did they say why?
They said I'd slept with Rosie.
Got her pregnant.
Wouldn't believe me when I said it wasn't true.
Did you talk to Rosie about it?
I stayed far away from her after that.
They broke my nose.
Collarbone.
Couple of ribs.
I'm so sorry.
It's a long time ago now.
I have always wondered, though,
why me?
Why did she tell them it was me?
It sounds as though she was protecting someone else.
Please!
Hm.
You OK?
Yeah...
Yeah.
What was it?
Did you dream I cheated on you with Dua Lipa again?
No.
That would be so much worse.
Everything's gonna be OK.
Say it again.
Everything is going to be OK.
Sir?
Sir.
Thanks for taking the time.
Not at all, I've been looking forward to meeting you, Karen.
DCS Lawson was there the first time around,
so will be an invaluable source for you.
Thank you, sir.
- Rosie's baby... - Getting straight into it, I see.
There's barely any mention of it in the files.
There's a brief reference to it in the post-mortem,
but no further details. Why?
Well, DI MacLennan was very good friends with Rosie's father, Archie.
He wanted it kept out of the reports as much as possible.
She was 15 when she got pregnant. He didn't want people finding out,
judging her, for being so young.
Right.
Why wouldn't you look into who the father was?
The family answered that for us.
John Stobie?
Yeah. A local boy, as far as I remember.
Rosie told her family the baby died.
It didn't.
There's no death certificate, we've checked.
It was adopted.
And that local boy? I've spoken to him.
He can't be the father because he never slept with her.
How do you know? Have you looked into him as a suspect?
He's got a solid alibi for the night she died.
He was away at Leeds, at university.
There's no way he could have killed her.
And the important thing here is...
Her child is still alive.
And we don't know who the father was.
No. I don't think that's important -
a relationship from three years previous? How's it connected?
The lies. Why would she hide it?
She was 15, that's why. Why would you cover up who the father was?
Maybe he was 17, and knew the family would press charges.
We should be looking into that!
- I'd like to go to Child Services... - Hang on.
- I can trace the child... - These things are sensitive.
Ask her to take a DNA test.
- The Duff family would disagree. - ..I could probably find the father.
Tracing adopted children should always, always be a last resort.
We can't just go marching into people's lives causing chaos!
These things, they have to be properly considered.
This person could be living a perfectly happy life,
completely unaware that their birth mother was murdered,
and that that murder remains unsolved. But, Sir...
No.
No. We are already under the microscope.
Anything we do, any slip-up, it'll be podcasted
and bloody message-forumed all over the internet...
- Oh, sir, that's... - DI Lees is right, Karen.
We have to tread gently.
It's good to know that we have that option,
should all other avenues be exhausted.
Have you considered the possibility
that one of the students could have been the father?
They weren't in St Andrews yet.
No. But two of them lived in Kirkcaldy. Only half an hour away.
And they were older than her.
As Lees says, that would give her a good reason to hide it.
I'll look into it, Sir.
Do.
Good work, Sergeant.
We could have done with some of that thinking first time around.
All right, quick as you can.
I've been hassling forensics for the report.
Any luck?
Not yet, but they've given us a heads-up. They found a certain type
of fibre all over Rosie's clothes.
It needs further tests,
but they reckon they're from carpeting found in a car.
What, over everything?
She was lying on the carpet, probably in the boot.
She was moved.
Did the students have any access to a vehicle?
I can find out.
We need to move the car.
How are we going to do that? They're gonna be watching us!
We don't know that.
That's what they do - they monitor you.
It's not worth the risk, Zig. We just got out.
But think about how bad it'll be if they find it.
Where did you leave it, Weird?
I'm not sure.
How can you not be sure?
- I was off my face, Ziggy! - You shouldn't have been driving.
Jeez, arrest me!
Right, the girl -
the one you're driving home -
where does she live?
Well, call her! I can't! They'll be listening in on the phone.
Don't be stupid!
- And I don't have her number. - Where are the keys?
Think I left them in there.
Well, that's one smart thing that you did.
I just wanna go home.
They said that we could go back to Kirkcaldy.
You can go to Weird's, and I'll stay here tonight.
And do what?
I'll go out after dark to find the car. And I'll move it.
I'll take it back.
'Did you hear about that case'
where someone threw a brick off an overpass
and it smashed through the windscreen and killed the driver?
No. What?
They found traces of DNA on the brick
and then they traced him through an ancestry website.
- Oh. - And didn't you...
- No... go on some dates... - No.
..with that guy from that site? What was his name?
- Rob, and I am not going back there. - Hear me out.
Rosie lied about who the father of her baby was.
That means there's a story there.
Something is up.
But Lees and Lawson won't let me go to Child Services
to find out where she is.
So you want to go to WhatsMyHeritage.com?
That's what it's called!
I know it sounds mad, but loads of people use them now,
and they have these huge DNA banks
that might be bigger than the police's.
I don't see how this connects.
Say you're adopted, like Rosie's child was,
you'd probably be quite interested in finding out
who your long lost family were.
You'd sign up to a site like that and send in your DNA.
So you wanna send Rosie's DNA in?
Yeah. See if there's any matches.
If I can find the kid's, then I can find the father, Rosie's ex,
and I can find out what Rosie was hiding.
The only problem is,
they don't open up their databases to just anyone.
No.
Oh, come on, I thought you liked Rob? I did!
If anything, too much.
It was... intense.
Doesn't sound bad.
He sexted me all the time, non-stop.
I honestly ran out of things to say.
I ran out of...
..camera angles. It was exhausting - it had to end.
Come on, take one for the team!
It's poking a bear, Karen. A horny bear.
OK.
Will you just think about it?
Fine. I mean, I do feel for you with this podcast lady.
What do you mean?
On Twitter, she's always riling everyone up. Look at this.
"Fife Police - victim-shaming" and there's the video.
What video?
In light of these events, I would like to ask the women,
particularly the young women of St Andrews
and the surrounding areas, to be particularly vigilant.
I would also advise against venturing outdoors alone after dark.
And you should also make sure that someone knows
where you are at all times.
If at any point you feel threatened or see anything out of the ordinary,
please contact the police straight away.
Any further questions?
Your warning implies that it's up to the women of St Andrews
to keep themselves safe.
I just want to take any measures we can,
combined with excellent policing, to keep our daughters,
granddaughters, sisters, out of harm's way.
You detained three people and have since released them.
Is that not putting women in more danger?
As is law in Scotland,
an arrest cannot be made without sufficient evidence.
- Enquiries are ongoing. - Can you reveal their names?
Not until they are charged, if they are charged.
So you'll protect them, but not the women of St Andrews?
We are doing everything in our power to bring Rosie's killer to justice.
If anyone out there knows anything, anything at all,
please do not hesitate to get in touch.
Apparently, all the rooms have Jacuzzi baths.
Head in the game, Murray.
Are you looking for me?
Bel Richmond?
Thought so. You don't look like golf tourists.
DS Pirie. This is DC Murray.
An expensive place to stay for a couple of weeks.
Yeah, I'm lucky. They've been so supportive.
- The hotel? - The chain. They sponsor us.
Oh. Great business opp. A dead girl...
Oh, this is off the record, by the way.
No, I won't use any of it on the podcast.
That's right.
Thank you.
- Just need to be sure. - Yeah.
I'm delighted you're reopening the case.
Oh, you are? Oh, you seem sceptical of the police on the podcast.
I have to ask questions.
Sometimes, those questions aren't very helpful.
Well, I think the Duff family want them answered.
I can't stop you reporting, we both know that.
And why would you? I think the pressure helps.
Very sure of your opinions.
You can't think the original investigation was well run?
I don't think you know much about the original investigation.
I know they haven't re-examined the case for a quarter of a century.
Aren't they supposed to review these things every few years?
Why didn't they?
Until...
I came along.
If mistakes were made, I am correcting them now.
Well...
I'd like to help you.
I have done a lot of research.
I've spent weeks on my hands and knees in people's attics,
going through old boxes of photos, yearbooks,
tracked down friends of Rosie's...
Well, we'll take a look at all of that.
Oh, no, I'm not sure that...
You wouldn't want to withhold evidence, would you?
No, of course not.
Right.
Great.
Jesus Christ!
I need to protect my sources,
so you won't be able to take any of it away with you.
I'll have to supervise.
Yeah, no problem.
Murray'll stay.
I...
Can I just have a minute with you, sarge?
You can't be serious?
We need to know what she has so we can be one step ahead.
What if she's got 18 boxes of flippin' nothing?
Well, then, you've had a nice day in a hotel room with a charming lady.
- You're not staying? - No, I'll kill her.
Oh, she's gonna grill me all day.
And you can't say a thing.
- Or you'll kill me. - Correct.
Oh, Murray, don't get in the Jacuzzi bath.
'The person you've called is not available.
'Please leave your message after the tone.'
Hi, Mr Mackie. It's DS Karen Pirie here again.
I'm just wondering if I can get a moment of your time.
I wanted to let you know we're re-examining the Rosie Duff case
and I'd like to speak to you about your recollections of that.
Sir, would you like to have a look at your baby?
You look after yourself, OK?
I'll be back in Kirkcaldy tomorrow.
Love you, bro.
'Police have continued to shock the residents of St Andrews
'following the discovery of the body of a young woman
'in the cathedral grounds in the early hours of yesterday morning.
'The woman, identified by the police as Rosie Duff, was discovered...'
So, why this case, anyway?
It doesn't sound like you're from round here.
I went to St Andrews.
People would always talk about it, you know?
Someone knew someone who knew Rosie,
someone's girlfriend was living in the three students' house,
someone heard a rumour about who really did it...
Who was that, then?
Could save me some time.
Trust me, I went down those roads - didn't lead anywhere.
So...
Why podcasting, then? What got you into that?
Are you asking me questions so I don't ask anything of you?
Erm... Absolutely.
Mm. Sneaky.
Doesn't mean I'm not interested.
Er...
It's just a really direct way of telling a story.
I like that people who maybe wouldn't read the paper
or a long piece online might tune in.
I guess that's me, then. I listen to it in the gym.
As long as you're listening, I don't mind where.
OK, my turn.
What sort of physical evidence...?
No. No. No. No, you're gonna have to try harder than that.
Mr Gilbey. Hi, just thought I'd try you again.
It's DS Karen Pirie here.
I'd really appreciate a chat if possible.
Er, you can...
you can find me on this number. Thanks.
Celebration?
Sort of, yeah.
I spoke to Lawson and...
..he's moving me up to Murder Squad.
That's great.
I'm sorry, KP.
I'm an arsehole.
Yeah.
But I knew that before.
Yeah, and you used to like it.
OK, Phil.
Look, have you got time for a drink, now?
No. Not really.
I'm gonna have to drink this all by myself, which...
is a bit sad.
Yeah.
I'll see you around.
Hey.
It's starting again.
The questions from the police.
The press attention.
The... looks,
the whispers - and it's worse this time,
because there's the internet.
I think...
we need to do this differently this time.
What do you mean by that?
I think we need to tell them the truth.
You started this, Ziggy.
Which is why I'm the one suggesting that we come clean.
No, not after all this time.
I can't eat, I can't sleep,
I keep on running and running,
thinking it's gonna clear my head. I'm cracking up!
- We're all cracking up, Ziggy. - Yes, but my job needs me lucid!
There won't be work in prison.
We've all got responsibilities. We've all got something to lose.
I've got a baby on the way.
But we made promises to each other...
and we can't go back on them now.
- It will pass. - Alex, I...
It will pass.
It did before.
Hold the course.
We stick to the story.
I-I just...
..I don't think I can.
Well, you better, Ziggy, OK?
I think it's time to start drinking.
I'm technically on the clock.
Oh, come on!
And driving.
It's Chateauneuf du Pape.
One can't hurt.
Thanks.
I know your plan.
Get me drunk...
lock the door.
Torture me until I tell you something you don't already know.
Is it so bad to want to enjoy a glass of wine with our work?
It's heavy stuff.
Where are these from?
Oh... another student.
There's a couple of the boys there, but nothing that I...
- I need to take this. - Wait, what?
I'm sorry - thank you for the wine...
No, no, wait, what?!
Whose party is this?! Toad of Toad Hall?
Some fourth years found it and, apparently, nobody lives here,
so it's all ours!
Hey, drink some water, man.
That Dorothy's all right, eh? Kind of looks a bit like Rosie.
- Maybe chew some gum. - I'm gonna chew on her.
The lucky girl!
Come on!
Come on. Come on.
? She came from Greece? ? She had a thirst for knowledge?
? She studied sculpture? ? At St Martin's College?
-? That's where I...? - Come on!
? Caught her eye?
? And then in 30 seconds' time?
? She said? ? I wanna live like common people?
? I wanna do whatever? ? Common people do.?
- Hey! - You came.
- You all right? - Yeah.
I've gotta say something.
You need to stop messing around. You're either in it or you're not.
And if you're not...
then go and do one, Rosie.
Sarge!
I tried to call - you didn't pick up.
It's kind of urgent, though.
They lied. She was at the party with Ziggy.
Where did this come from?
Another student. Bel didn't think they were useful.
- Smells good. - Where you been?
Oh, you know, surgery ran over. Complications.
- Go OK in the end? - Yeah, it was fine.
Ah! No. No. You're not running now.
My mind's going...
- No, come on, sit down, talk to me. - I've got to, OK? It's...
It's the only thing keeping me sane at the minute.
Do you really think it's keeping you sane?
OK! But we're eating dinner together afterwards, though.
No phones.
But you must remember something about where you left it?
Well, can you at least try, Weird?
It's a freaking car, not a contact lens.
All right. All right, I'm gonna go.
No, no, the pigs are out the front.
Yeah, I'll go out the back. They won't see me.
All right.
All right, bye.
You haven't said anything in about 20 minutes, Col.
Yeah, there's not much to say.
I know.
I just want to hurt something!
I know where they live.
The three they caught. I saw them, going home.
Why didn't you tell me earlier?!
Get in the car.
- Col, that was one of them! - No, it wasn't.
See, I told you!
Are you one of them?
It is, Colin, I swear, we've seen them in the pub, talking to her!
Right, let me out.
Come here. Come here.
Get off!
Get in. Get in.
Go, Donnie! Go! Go!
This is huge. I asked him yesterday, to his face,
"Do you want to change your story," and he said no,
he saw her at the pub and then the cathedral.
But now we know she was at the party with him. MacLennan was right.
Her brothers were right.
He's been lying all this time, and finally we've caught him in it.
- You knew my sister. - No!
Don't lie to me.
You were seen hanging around the Lammas bar.
I saw you talking to her, you and your pals. I can't breathe!
- Did she meet you three? - No!
- See, I don't believe you. - Where are you taking me?
To make you tell the truth.
No.
Every time you do this, it gets worse for you.
No, please, stop, stop! Stop, please!
Climb it.
Climb it or I will kill you.
I don't care any more.
We lost Rosie.
Rosie's dead.
Bottle dungeon. Always wondered what was down there.
I did warn you.
No. No. What's down there? No! No! No. No.
Tell me what happened and I'll let you go.
I've told you everything!
Why are you still lying to me?
Hold onto me, Donnie.
Why do you think I'm lying?!
I heard you were there, covered in her blood.
You killed her!
No, I swear, I swear to God.
DS Karen Pirie, this is DC Murray - what's going on?
Hit and run. White male, early 40s.
- Can we approach? - Ma'am.
DS Karen Pirie, Serious Crime. Do you have an ID on this victim?
Sure. Here you are.
Is he injured or...?
No, he's...
He's dead.
'Trauma can have a ripple effect.
'At the centre is the victim -
'the individual who has directly experienced the traumatic event,
'and may or may not be physically injured.'
'Then, moving outwards, there are the grieving relatives.
'The friends and colleagues of the victim.'
'Or those who were at close physical proximity to the event.
'At the next level are the rescue and recovery teams.
'The fire service, the paramedics, the police.
'And the ripples continue onwards and outwards
'unless something changes
'because trauma needs to be processed,
'wounds need to heal,
'victims need answers, or the pain and disruption,
it carries on.'
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