Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth.
Tell me the truth.
- Hello? - 'It's Phil.'
Oh. Good morning.
Someone's keen.
I tried to call first.
It was a long shower.
What's going on?
Tom Mackie has overdosed.
What?
Dead?
No, but hospitalised.
- There was a break-in, too. - At the same time?
Yeah. I'm going over there now. To Glasgow.
Right. I'm coming with you. Just...
let me put some clothes on.
You don't want to go like that?
- Around 11:30, we arrived. - You disturbed them?
I saw the shape of someone through the front window,
but once we'd got in, they were gone.
Some footprints in the grass and in the soil at the back.
Residential street back there?
We had a look for cameras. Couldn't see any, but...
We'll do another scan.
We should have arrested him yesterday.
- This wouldn't have happened. - We didn't have enough.
Do you think we pushed him to this?
It might not have been intentional, or even self-inflicted.
What do you mean?
Well, it's quite a coincidence, isn't it?
An overdose and a break-in at the same time.
Was someone trying to kill him and make it look like a suicide?
- Is that his mobile? - Yep.
Last calls were to the police, his ex-wife Elena and...
another name. Alex Gilbey.
Tell them, as soon as Mr Mackie wakes up, we want to speak to him.
Have you heard from Tom?
- No. - I thought he'd at least send a text.
You nearly died, Weird.
I'm done with this. All of this.
We made a pact. A promise. Don't break that now.
What's in it for me, eh?
You two boys are the ones with all the secrets.
Except the drugs and the car.
Well, they know about that now, so...
We still need to protect Alex.
Alex. Right. It's all about Alex.
Everyone loves Alex. That's always been the problem, hasn't it?
You know he's never gonna love you back, right?
You think I'm stupid. That I didn't see what was going on.
The only reason you invited Rosie to that party
was because you wanted to impress him.
What did you think would happen?
That he would suddenly realise you were the one all along?
I know, Ziggy.
Of course I know.
I was waiting for you to tell me, but...
Ah, come on, Ziggy, don't leave.
I've got to go.
What did you do that for?
You're stringing him along. It's cruel.
We're friends, Weird,
and, actually, you're the one that's always baiting him, teasing him.
Then why haven't you told him about you and Lynn?
You've spent the whole summer talking to her.
What, you don't want to break his heart?
- There's nothing going on with me and Lynn. - Do you think I'm slow?
- Nothing happened. - Stop lying to me, Alex.
Keeping it secret, just like you kept you and Rosie secret...
Stop it, Weird.
Everybody loves Alex.
It's all about Alex, and look how that ends up...
Shut up! OK?!
- Mint. - Sarge, I just heard from the lab.
'Carpet fibres from the cardigan?'
No. Yes, I mean, yes, but, no, there's something else.
What?
They've found semen on the cuff of the cardigan.
What? Whose? Did they cross-check it with...?
It's Alex Gilbey's.
'Alex Gilbey's semen is on the cardigan.'
Jesus Christ. OK. We're coming back now.
- I heard. - Oh, my God.
It was Alex she went to see at the party...
...and we have proof.
Alex Gilbey. I am arresting you under Section 1
of the Criminal Justice Scotland Act 2016
- for the murder of Rosie Duff. - What?
You are not obliged to say anything,
but anything you do say will be noted and may be used in evidence.
No, I can't leave. I've just had a baby.
- Do you understand? - 'Alex?'
Please. Look. I'll co-operate in any way you need, but not this.
- Alex! - Please!
Let them put the handcuffs on you. We'll make sure your wife is OK.
- What are you doing?! - I'm sorry. It'll be OK.
- This way, Alex. - You can't take him! Please.
- Alex. - I'll be back.
? Dig us up and hold us high
? Raise our carcass to the sky
? Wrap us up in sequin skin
? 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 our souls... ?
*CREDITS*
What did you do last night, Alex?
Last night?
You've brought Mr Gilbey in under charges relating to 1996.
- Why do you need to know about last night? - You don't need to answer.
I was at home.
- Did you leave the house at all? - No.
Make any phone calls?
You took my phone, so you'll have to check.
You spoke to Tom Mackie.
- He's my friend. - What did you speak about?
What has that got to do with anything?
Did you go over there and see Tom
after your conversation last night, Alex?
No.
Why?
What's happened?
Your friend has been admitted to hospital.
He's in a medically induced coma
after mixing several anti-anxiety medications,
sleeping pills and alcohol.
You need to tell my wife. Lynn.
You need to tell her. He's her brother.
Your wife has been informed.
Is he OK?
Is he gonna be OK?
We don't know yet.
Did you threaten Tom Mackie, Alex?
- What? - Did you threaten him?
Did you go over there and tell him not to talk to us?
No. You were worried he'd tell us about your relationship with Rosie.
No.
We didn't have a relationship.
Hmm.
Do you recognise that cardigan, Alex?
It's Rosie's.
She was wearing it the night she died.
But you knew that, didn't you? Because you were with her.
There was so much of Rosie's blood on the cardigan
that the amount of female DNA present
masked a small amount of male DNA on the cuff.
They missed that in 1996. But we didn't.
The DNA is from semen, Alex.
And it's a match for you.
I didn't kill her.
I didn't do anything to her,
I would never hurt her.
I couldn't have.
Tell us what really happened, Alex. That's all we want.
You don't have to say anything.
If you didn't kill her, Alex, you must really want to know who did.
- Of course I do. - With this new evidence,
the best thing you can do is explain.
If you say nothing, it will just look worse for you.
I was seeing her.
I was in love with her. She didn't want anyone to know.
It was this secretive thing.
We used to write notes to each other.
Meet after her shift.
But in public...
...she'd ignore me.
Did that make you angry?
No!
No.
It made me sad.
Like...
Like I wasn't good enough.
Ziggy knew.
Rosie.
He's a good guy.
I know he is. Why do you think I like him?
What's going on?
Just tell him one way or another, will you?
Well, he's protective.
Don't worry, don't... Don't listen to him.
- I can't stay long. - Why did you come down, then?
- To do that. - Come inside.
- I can't. - No, not yet, not yet.
I've got an idea.
I know that I haven't been straight-forward.
It's not cos I change my mind. I never change my mind about you.
So what is it? Is there someone else?
No.
I feel like maybe I just have to get out of here.
I don't want to, because you're here,
but I just feel so stuck...
...in the pub, in this town, in my family.
Don't go anywhere.
I've been other places, they're all shite.
Wait, are we...?
Are we on again?
Or off?
- This feels like we're off. - I don't know.
- I've got to go. - What kind of answer is that?
Do you really need one?
I'm starting to think you're ashamed of me.
No! It's not that...
You don't want anyone to know about us.
Won't be seen with me.
Say it's about your brothers. Your family won't approve.
- It's not that... - Why won't they approve of me?
- It's not about you, it's about me. - Are you sure?
Cos it feels kinda racist, you know?
- What? - Well, prove to me that it's not.
- Take me home right now. - You don't know them at all.
What else am I supposed to think?
You're supposed to listen to me and trust me when I say it's not that.
Give me one good reason to trust you when you always disappear.
- Screw you, Alex. - See, there you go again.
Screw you!
That was the last time I saw her.
And then she walked off into town at 2am?
Did you follow her?
No.
I wish I did.
I wish I begged her to stay.
I wish I held onto her.
Why didn't you tell the police any of this?
Because we made a decision. Well, Ziggy made a decision.
He knew about Rosie and me. He knew how bad it looked.
He told you to lie?
He saw how the police treated me.
He saw the way they grabbed hold of me when they arrested us.
Get off!
He was scared for me.
Scared they'd pin it on me.
Because of your race?
That fear isn't exactly unfounded, Sergeant.
Once I'd lied, I couldn't change my story.
It would only look bad.
The choice I made when I was 21 and drunk...
...it's affected the rest of my life.
I'm going to be speaking with a senior officer
and seeking authority to extend your detention period
- to the maximum of 24 hours. - No!
You were the last person to see her alive, Alex.
I cannot let you go yet.
- How'd it go? - Well...
I got him to admit that he had a relationship with Rosie.
Wow.
But he said that she left him at 2am.
- He didn't see her after that. - Right...
I've spoken to forensics.
They've looked at the carpet fibres on her cardigan,
but they still need a car to cross-check them with.
They told me to check the International Car Carpet Database.
Well, there obviously isn't one.
Yeah, I know that now.
Right, OK, well, so...
we still need a make and a model
- before we can see if they match? - Yeah.
There is a second car that we don't have.
A second crime scene that we don't know about.
And we have...
21... ish hours to try and build a case against Alex Gilbey.
If there even is one.
And your girlfriend's here.
Girlfriend?
Champagne, I think.
What?
- The drink you're gonna buy me. - Steady on.
It's the least you can do. I've got an eyewitness.
- Already? - Hm. The power of podcasts.
- Are they credible? - I think so.
Send me the details.
What do I get in return?
- You can have a Prosecco. - I'm serious, Karen.
Let me in. I heard you made an arrest.
How do you know that?
I'm good at my job.
Name for a name?
You know I can't do that.
You've got to give me something, Karen.
How about...
...thank you?
I'm going to cry!
Oh, just text me a name and piss off.
Swoosh.
I was a taxi driver for 33 years.
Not good for the back, that.
If Suzanne hadn't made me stop, I'd still be out there,
humped over the steering wheel. The Hunchback of Glenrothes.
And you were driving the cab on the morning in question?
27th June 1996.
It was about 2:15 in the morning. Japanese golf tourists.
They were staying in a B&B on Prentiss Road.
- Right... - And I was waiting for them outside,
and I seen this girl, on her own, which I thought was strange.
Who's letting her walk home on her own at that time?
And how clearly did you see her?
Well, she was only a couple of metres away. Even nodded hello.
Right. And then...
She passes me, and then it starts to rain.
The heavens just open.
So she pulls up her hood, and then a car pulls up beside her.
What sort of car?
It was a BMW. Erm... 3 Series, I think. Older body shape.
And, er... it was grey, could've been black.
That's specific.
Pretty sure it was a 325i.
What can I say? I like cars.
Why didn't you go to the police with this?
I did.
You did?
It took me a while to realise it was her.
I didn't follow the case much to begin with.
I was working nights, slept all day. World passed me by.
So, what changed?
I saw a picture of her somewhere, and then I told my wife.
And she realised that your account might be relevant.
Uh-huh.
Right. So, the car stops alongside her?
She takes one look at the driver, she keeps on walking.
So he starts kerb-crawling, and he's talking to her.
Pestering?
I wondered.
But then she stops, and they talk for a little while.
And did she get in the car?
- After a while, she did. - And they drove away?
Uh-huh.
- So, did you see the driver? - Briefly.
Age?
Not sure.
Ethnicity?
White.
- Are you certain? - Aye.
- Was there anyone else in the car? - No.
Do you remember who you spoke to at the police?
I called the station, spoke to a receptionist,
and she put me on to an older guy.
- DI Barney MacLennan? - Could have been.
And you told him everything you've told me?
- Uh-huh. - And the police never got back to you?
Figured it wasn't relevant.
So, why did you call the podcast?
Oh, that wasn't me. That was my daughter. She's a listener.
Is it any good?
Hmm. I'm still making my mind up about that one.
- Have you got a minute, Sir? - Aye. Take a seat.
Where is that, Sir?
Oh, Loch Leven.
I get away there, fishing.
You're giving yourself breaks on this, aren't you, Karen?
- Taking your weekends. - Yes, Sir, when I can.
Cos it's hard going, cases like this.
You can lose yourself in them. And this one in particular...
Do I look tired, Sir?
No, no. No, it's just I...
I know you're committed,
and I know what that takes. I'm the same.
Well, I have good news.
We've found an eyewitness from the night of the murder.
Really?
He spoke to MacLennan back in '96, but they never followed up.
You found him?
Janice and I searched everything.
Thought Barney had taken it to the grave.
And then we put a call out for him.
Posters, flyers, we went door-to-door.
- And no-one come forward? - How did you find him?
We did an appeal on the podcast.
I thought that thing would be nothing but nuisance.
Well, the problem is...
he saw a white man in a BMW.
And we've got Alex Gilbey in custody,
who obviously doesn't match that description.
- It could have been Tom Mackie. - He was still in the Audi.
Until it ran out of petrol.
Could have stolen another motor to get back to the party.
Any news on Tom Mackie?
He's stable, but still not conscious.
OK, I need you...
to ask the lab
to cross-check the fibres found in Rosie's cardigan
with those you would find on an '80s or '90s BMW 325i.
Also, can you get together a list
of everyone that owned a BMW 325i in Fife in 1996?
- How would I do that? - Call the DVLA. They'll have records.
Uh... is that your dinner?
Just to keep the protein up. I boil 12 at a time, so...
Right. OK.
New office rule. One egg a day.
Oh, and check reports of stolen vehicles from the summer of '96.
Yes, Sarge.
I'm just gonna finish this one.
We have 12 hours.
No stolen BMWs that I could find.
The paint on her cardigan. Was it ever analysed?
- Nope. - Why not?
Archie Duff was a painter and decorator.
Rosie used to help him from time to time, so...
- They thought it was an old stain? - Yeah.
It wasn't.
Hmm?
It's not there in the photo of her and Ziggy.
- Are you sure? - It's not there.
So... it happened after the party.
But before she was found.
The second crime scene.
Where did she go?
Karen.
- Karen! - What time is it?
I don't wanna be all Queen of Wellness again,
but you're still wearing your shoes.
- David Soanes. - David Soanes. I love David Soanes.
He's like a paint guy, right?
Uh, he is the pre-eminent forensic specialist in paint, Karen.
You know him? He's at Dundee?
I know him, and I want him to be my grandpa, yes.
I will go through all the proper channels as well,
but I need his opinion on a paint sample, fast.
- How fast? - Four hours fast.
Bike it to me when you get in.
You are surprisingly useful.
Brush your hair, you look mad.
Evidentially, what do we have?
We have the photograph, proving that she was at the party.
We have the semen stains on her cardigan,
proving Alex Gilbey had sexual relations with her,
and we have the diary and Iona's testimony,
showing that she was having a relationship in secret.
And what don't we have?
We don't have a second crime scene, a murder weapon,
or the car that allegedly picked her up.
The fibres from her cardigan, they don't match the Audi,
but they do match the carpet from a BMW.
No stolen BMWs reported in the area, though.
The DVLA have come through
with a list of 35 similar cars in Fife at the time.
Murray's going to talk to the owners, but that may take a while.
- Tom Mackie still comatose? - Unfortunately, yes.
Well, where are we, Pirie?
Can we charge?
- 'Hey, OK.' - I've got two minutes.
I spoke to David. He can have a full analysis done for you by tomorrow.
Damn it!
'But he did have a quick look under the microscope this morning.
'At first glance, '
he thinks it's a fibreglass paint,
the kind of thing used on boats, really hard-wearing and waterproof.
Boats?
All right. Thanks, Riv. I've got to go.
Mr Gilbey, you said the last time you saw Rosie Duff
was her walking away from you
outside the party on Scooniehill Lane.
Do you know where she went after that?
No. She said she was going back to the pub.
She was wearing this cardigan.
Yeah, we've been through this.
Later...
...that same part of the top had a streak of paint on it.
Do you know where she could have come into contact with wet paint?
No.
You're an artist.
Graphic designer. I use computers.
You were studying art.
History of art. Which is mainly essays.
- Did Rosie come back to the house? - No, she never came to the house.
We've had analysis done on the paint.
And we think it might be fibreglass primer,
the kind used on hulls of boats.
So you knew I didn't use it for portrait-painting.
This is a joke.
Was there a place that you two went together?
A boat house? A boat in the harbour?
- Nowhere like that. - Did she ever mention a boat?
- Did anyone she know have one? - No, never.
This is a mess.
Please, let me go.
The Audi.
It was Tom Mackie's idea to steal it.
Had he stolen cars before?
I heard stories that he and Ziggy did it for fun back in Kirkcaldy.
But they always put it back.
Did Tom steal any other cars that night?
Not that I know of. Well, he didn't mention it to me.
Did you know anyone that drove a BMW?
Specifically, a 325i.
You know I didn't do it, don't you?
Does that jog any memories?
You've got something. But you can't connect it to me.
We're still investigating all possibilities.
It's not me, it's never been me,
and all of this has just been a waste of time.
You've wasted our time, Alex.
25 years of time by lying,
and I still don't understand why for so long.
Why?!
Because I didn't do it.
Because I wasn't there when she was killed
and I knew nothing about what happened,
so what do you want me to say to help?
I would have been charged for murder years ago
if I'd been honest about Rosie and me.
I knew it, Ziggy knew it.
Even Weird knew it, that...
that in that scenario, being a Black man in a very white country
would do me no favours.
So I protected myself, and they protected me, too.
Even when we weren't as close.
Even when they were under such great pressure,
they continued to protect me.
Even if things are different now, we stick by each other. Yeah?
We keep our promises.
And we hold the course.
We were young.
We were drunk.
We made a panicked decision.
But who's to say that even if we told the truth...
...that it would make things better?
We might be... serving life...
for a murder we didn't commit.
What justice...
...would that have been?
Thank you for your co-operation, Mr Gilbey.
I hope this new iteration of your story is the final, truthful one.
It is.
We're gonna release you.
You can go home to your wife and to your baby.
Thank you.
We still have options.
It wasn't them.
There's someone else.
There's always been someone else.
For a moment yesterday...
...I really thought we had him.
I imagined the moment.
Being able to tell her brothers...
...her daughter.
She was meant to come in for a DNA test today, wasn't she?
Have you got a number I can get her on? She didn't show.
- My father's. - Jesus Christ!
Sorry. I did knock.
I just, erm... I thought you might be out here somewhere.
- You need to store these securely. - Yeah, I was just locking it up.
Do you want to come in?
Yeah.
So you made an arrest?
Twitter. Bel Richmond.
Ah. So you've been listening?
It's become hard to ignore.
You weren't going to tell me, then?
That's why I'm here, actually.
Surely I should know before Twitter does.
Yeah.
You should.
- Sorry. - Who is it?
Who have you arrested? Is it one of the students?
I don't want to keep anything from you, Grace.
We arrested a man called Alex Gilbey.
And after questioning him for the last two days,
we've decided to release him without charge.
You let him go?
I'm sorry I can't bring you more hopeful news.
You must have had a good reason to arrest him.
- We did. - So what happened?
I'm sorry, I can't discuss the details with you. Not yet.
Right.
Did you... change your mind about the DNA test?
My DC said you missed an appointment.
We can send someone up here if you want?
My... father...
My adoptive father...
he doesn't know.
About any of this. That I traced my mother.
He's in a rest home, he's not well.
I just...
It doesn't feel right.
Finding out who my real dad is without telling him first.
Yeah.
I get that.
Take all the time you need.
Grace, I just want to say...
this could really help us.
It's an avenue we've never been able to explore until now.
Feels like the wrong thing to focus on, to me.
OK.
Think about it, eh? Will you?
Is that all?
Yeah.
Thanks.
That's great, cheers. Bye-bye now.
How many BMW owners have you spoken to now?
18. Well, actually 20, but two of them were dead.
Anything of interest? From the living ones.
Not one of them remembered their car going missing during that period.
No-one noticed anything suspicious.
- Most of them weren't in St Andrews. - Perfect.
How'd it go with the daughter?
She's changed her mind. About tracing her father.
Really? You'd think she'd want to help with the investigation.
Yeah.
It is so good to have you home.
- Just though here. - Right, thanks.
Well, this is so different from the old St Andrews police station.
It's not cosy, is it?
Eh... it's less claustrophobic.
Everyone was always on top of each other down at that old place.
Thank you for coming. Please.
I just want to talk about the original investigation.
How it was run, on the inside. MacLennan?
Aye, he was a great man, Karen.
Everyone loved him. I adored him.
Do you think he was a good detective?
He was all I knew. Don't have much to compare it to.
There was an eyewitness that contacted him.
Yes.
Can you just tell me how that happened?
When you first heard of it?
So, he mentioned it to me that last day.
The day he died.
We were all in the pub that night,
and he asked me if I was working the next morning.
I said, "Aye," and he said he wanted me
to come with him to interview a witness.
And he didn't write anything about it down?
No...
and he never told anyone about it except me.
Why do you think he did that?
Oh, I don't know. Erm...
He was old school. Didnae love paperwork.
And then you and Lawson tried to track him down and couldn't?
Well, Jimmy was trying to when I was moved off the case.
I tried to check in afterwards, see how it was going, but...
he was a bit cagey. Understandably, I suppose.
Because of... me and Colin.
Is that why you were taken off the investigation?
I wonder if Barney had been alive, he might have let it slide, but...
Lawson took over and didn't approve?
I think he had some personal issues with us.
What do you mean?
Jimmy had an eye for me, I suppose,
and I didnae want to bring that up at work, so I went to go see him.
At his house?
You couldn't really call it a house! He'd bought this wreck.
Jimmy was so desperate to move up in the world,
he'd got this big old ruin for next to nothing.
He was doing it up himself,
so he was living in this tin-can caravan in the garden.
- Janice. - Sorry to come so late, I just...
Nae bother.
I just wanted to...
Colin and I...
we're old friends.
I just wanted to make sure you knew that.
Come on, you're more than that.
No.
You don't have to lie to me, Jan.
You're seeing each other. Right?
Not really.
It won't get in the way of work.
- I've known him for a long time... - Of course, you...
You go ahead. But, er...
...I'm taking you off the case.
No.
No, don't do that.
I'm sorry, I've just done it.
No, Jimmy, come on.
I found her.
I was the one that found her.
And now... you're sleeping with her brother.
That was your decision. You had other options.
Jimmy, I'm sorry if I...
You and me, I didn't...
- I don't... - It's all right. You can say it.
- You don't like me like that. - Don't take me off the case, Jimmy.
I was making a difference to that case.
And I blew it.
Rosie had me and Barney on her side...
...and then she lost the both of us at the same time.
You don't think Lawson was as effective?
He got another murder case through soon after,
solved it really quickly. Impressively.
Then he really started moving up through the ranks.
And the Duff case just became less of a priority?
Once the press interest had waned...
And you left the force soon after.
Why?
I never knew how good I was, Karen.
I don't think anyone would have thought to tell me.
Think I'm only starting to realise that now.
Dinnae let that happen to you, now, d'you hear me?
Keep going, Karen.
Colin and Brian don't trust the police, but...
...that's not your fault.
It was ours.
Shh...
I know what you would like.
Come on.
Hi there.
Hi, I'm sorry to call so late. I'm DC Murray.
Am I right in saying you used to own a BMW 325i?
It's a lovely car, yeah.
And German engineering's fantastic, yeah.
Is everything all right?
Hello.
- Don't move! - Whoa!
I said don't move!
- J-J-Just lower the gun. - Stay there!
All right, all right.
Please...
...please, whatever you want, just lower the gun.
I want to know what happened to Rosie Duff.
- I don't know what happened to her... - Liar!
I honestly don't.
- I wish I did. - You killed her.
No.
Who are you?
You killed my mother.
She was your mother?
I'm...
I'm so, so sorry, but I didn't kill your mother...
- I said stay there! - All right! All right!
I am not afraid of you.
Tell me why you killed her.
I loved her.
Tell me or I will shoot.
I didn't! I didn't kill her. I knew her, but I didn't kill her.
You knew her!
But I didn't kill her.
I can tell you about her, but not like this, please.
I never knew about you.
There was so much I didn't know.
You really do look like her.
I said, "Don't!"
'We've got to remember that this was before
the centralisation 'of the SPS.
St Andrews Police was a small team.
'Perhaps they just weren't equipped for it.
'But the singularity of the case
'and the shockwaves that it sent through the town
'make it even stranger that interest seemed to fade so quickly.
'Why didn't it continue to be a priority?
'Why, once MacLennan was dead, did Rosie seemingly get forgotten?'
You're walking like you're leaving a burning building.
There's something not right at the heart of all this.
Lawson said he did everything he could to find the eyewitness,
yet we do one callout and we find him straight away.
And then there's missing evidence in the warehouse.
Why has no-one picked up on that before?
And Bel was right. The investigation should have been reviewed.
If Lawson really cared about the case,
why didn't he reopen it until now?
Is he just a really bad cop in a really nice suit?
Or...
...he's covering for someone.
Well, Grandpa Paint came through.
- Marine primer? - He says you're lucky
because that particular paint is actually quite rare.
Chroma Paints. Anti-corrosive. Instant water-proofing.
That company folded in the noughties or something.
It's found on fibreglass boat hulls, barges, motorhomes and...
...caravans.
I'm DC Murray.
I know, I know, I'm sorry. Did I get you out of bed?
Did you have a husband or a boyfriend who borrowed it?
Did you used to own a BMW 325i?
You did? Can you tell me more about that?
Just because Lawson has a caravan...
But it was there, right? In St Andrews.
And you're looking for a second crime scene.
Which you think might be a caravan.
But how do I investigate it? I can't question him.
He's my boss. He's my boss's boss.
I have to find it.
To see if the paint even matches.
If you had a caravan, where would you keep it?
In my driveway? I don't know.
Where does he live?
Some swanky townhouse in Edinburgh.
Probably not caravan territory. Plus he might not have it any more.
Maybe you just need to sleep on it.
You have to look after yourself.
That's what he said to me today.
Loch Leven.
He fishes in Loch Leven.
He has a place up there.
There's loads of pictures of him on holiday there.
That's where he'd have it, isn't it? If he still has it.
Are you just gonna search the screen for something caravan-shaped?
Do you have a better idea?
Mint.
Sarge, I just had the weirdest thing.
I couldn't get hold of this old lady...
Not now, Mint, I'm onto something.
'No, no, it's worth hearing, I think.'
- I don't know, but... - 'Fine, well, go on, then.'
I couldn't track her down,
but it was because she'd been moved into a care home
because she couldn't get up the stairs...
Faster, Mint.
OK, OK, yeah. Um... well, she had one of these cars up until '96,
'and she lived in St Andrews at the time,
'and she was telling me that her son was a copper.'
Well, you'll never guess who her son is.
James Lawson.
How did you know that?
I need you to pick me up early tomorrow morning, Mint. Early-early.
Where are we going?
Loch Leven.
We can't do this. We're just gonna go up there and have a look around.
- We're going to lose our jobs. - If we don't find anything, we drop it.
- I can't lose my job, Sarge. - Just get in the car and hear me out.
I'm not good at anything else!
He's our Chief Super.
He knew her. He was drinking in that pub, he was there that night.
So was half the town.
The paint on her hood, it's used on caravans.
- He was living in a caravan. - That he probably no longer has.
The car, Mint. He lied about the eyewitness.
- We don't have enough proof... - YET.
Not enough yet.
Look, if you're not gonna drive us, then give me the keys, Jason.
Alex?
'Hiya, you've reached Alex. Please leave a message.'
DS Parhatka.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.
OK. Right.
Is the car there?
No?
All right, what's the plate?
'Sierra, Lima, One, Seven, Juliet, Foxtrot, Victor.
'A silver Land Rover Discovery.'
See. It'll take us forever to search it on foot.
Hey! Hey! Police!
- We need your help! - He's not gonna help us.
OK, yes!
Sarge!
Hi! I'm DS Pirie. This is DC Murray.
I don't suppose you could give us a lift?
We're looking for an old caravan used for fishing.
Well, there's a couple of those around.
There's one that's been here for years.
That sounds right.
Can you take us there?
- Is that it? - This is your stop.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Call an ambulance.
If we're looking for primer, how are we even gonna find it?
It'll be under the...
You're not gonna...
You can't scrape the paint off. We don't know if it's his.
How are we gonna know if it's his if we don't scrape the paint off?
We should call forensics.
We can't, Mint. We have to do this on our own.
Well, I guess we have to jimmy a window.
Really?
OK...
- Lift me up. - You... You want to do it?
Do you think I'm lifting you?
Yeah.
Can you see anything?
It's wallpaper.
Would you have primer under wallpaper?
OK... OK.
What are you doing?
You nasty little worm.
He was waterproofing the door, and it looks like it was over a repair.
Normally, you could avoid wet paint like that...
...but not when you're carrying...
...a body.
He killed her, Mint.
Lawson killed Rosie.
- Any sign of the baby? - Nowhere.
- Is he alive? - Yes, he's lost lots of blood.
Hey. Alex, Alex... Who did this to you?
Hello?
'Where the hell have you been?'
- Whoa! - 'I've been trying to call you!'
I've been in Loch Leven. There's no signal.
'Rosie's daughter has taken Alex's kid.'
- What?! - 'Where does she live?'
Jesus, er... she's...
Her name's Grace Galloway.
She lives on a big farm up in the middle of nowhere.
'Send me the address and meet me there.'
OK. Send him the address.
'If you get there first, be careful, OK?
'I don't know what she's gonna do to you or the child.'
Oh, God.
- Maybe we should wait here, Sarge. - Nope.
Shouldn't we wait for a negotiator or something?
- We don't need a negotiator. - It's a hostage situation, Sarge.
You're nuts, you know that?
That's what you were thinking, wasn't it,
when I said we had to investigate Lawson?
Look how that turned out.
OK. You're not going in there, though.
- I want you to do one thing. - What is it?
Make sure news of this gets back to Lawson.
What?
Shh. Shh.
What do you mean? Sarge!
- Sarge. - Shh!
Don't move.
Close the door.
Where's the baby, Grace?
Stay there... or I will shoot you.
- 'Reception, how can I help you?' - Er... I need DCS Lawson's office.
Sir, it's DC Murray.
I know it's kinda strange to call you directly,
but, erm... given your knowledge of the case...
'Is everything all right, Murray?'
No, it's DS Pirie.
- She's in danger, Sir. - 'Where are you?'
I need to know the baby's safe, Grace.
- What for? - Her parents will be torn up.
I'm torn up. Why does no-one care about that?
I do. I want to help you.
You can't help me.
I know I'm going down for this.
It's really just a matter of who I bring down with me.
I can tell you what you want to know.
- You don't know anything. - That's where you're wrong.
The police did fail your mother in the past. But I haven't.
I won't.
Show me where the baby is, and I'll tell you who I think killed her.
I can give you the answers you want.
You think the three boys did it. The ones who found her.
That's what you've been doing, isn't it?
- Chasing them down, on her behalf. - No.
- She wouldn't want that. - You don't know what she'd want.
She was seeing one of them. Alex.
The one you let go?
She liked him. Really liked him, I think.
That's his baby you've got somewhere in this house.
What would she think of that?
If it wasn't them, then... then who was it?
Show me the child, and I'll tell you.
Tell me...
...or I will shoot you.
Shoot me, and you will never know.
Show me.
Walk through the hallway.
Stop.
Tell them to stay back.
- Call them! - OK, OK...
'Sarge, are you OK?'
You and the other officers need to stay back.
- 'Sarge?' - It's all right.
I've got it under control. Just...
keep your distance.
'Understood.'
It's all right. They're not coming in.
It's just me and you.
It's the door on the right.
It's your turn.
I'm gonna need to move me and the baby
over to the window, if you'll let me?
Why?
To let my fellow officers know we're all right.
And that way, they won't burst in on us until we're finished.
All right.
Now tell me. We made a deal.
There are a few new things we know about your mother's last movements.
We know she went to a party.
And then we know she left,
to walk back to the pub where she was meeting her brothers.
But on the way, it started to rain.
She was offered a lift from someone she knew.
Someone she trusted.
I believe it was a police officer.
He took her back to his house. Not home.
There was a caravan on the site that he was living in.
She went inside...
...and I believe that's where he killed her.
Who is he?
Where is he now?
I'm about to do something really risky right now, Grace.
What?
I'm gonna go and arrest your mother's murderer.
And I want you to be there for it.
He's standing right there. Outside.
He's here?
He's standing right there.
Approaching the building, over.
Keep moving.
The house is surrounded, Grace.
They won't wait much longer before they come in here.
Give me the gun.
- We can do this together. - No.
You go out there holding that, they're just gonna shoot you.
You want answers, Grace.
Please let me give them to you.
He killed her?
- Mm. - You're sure?
We have one chance.
Me and you. Are you coming or not?
I'm DS Karen Pirie. This woman is unarmed and the baby is safe.
Put the gun down.
I just need one minute, Ma'am. DS Pirie, put the gun down.
I just need one minute.
You need to stay there. No, you said...
I need you to trust me.
DS Pirie, put the gun down. I'm disarming the gun.
On the floor. Now look at me. Look at me.
Put the gun down now.
Walk towards me.
I just need you to give me one minute, Ma'am.
Sir, I need a word with you.
Are you all right, Sergeant?
Chief Superintendent James Lawson...
...I am arresting you,
under section 1 of the Criminal Justice Scotland Act 2016...
What are you doing, Pirie?
...for the murder... of Rosie Duff.
- This is ridiculous. - You are not obliged to say anything,
but anything you do say will be noted and may be used in evidence.
- You are embarrassing yourself, Sergeant. - Do you understand?!
Murray, you be careful now.
Don't you dare!
Forensics are on their way to Loch Leven right now.
We found the second crime scene.
Do you understand, Sir?
Grace Galloway,
I am arresting you under section 1 of the Criminal Justice Scotland Act
2016...
...for the abduction of Davina Gilbey.
Chief Superintendent Lawson,
can you tell us, in your own words, where you were and what you did
on the night of 26th June 1996?
I'll ask you again.
Chief Superintendent Lawson, you were in St Andrews
at the Lammas Bar on the evening of 26th June 1996, were you not?
Perhaps I should tell you what I think happened.
Feel free to chip in anytime.
In around 1992, when you were 21 and Rosie Duff was 15 years old,
so still legally a child, you had a relationship with her.
I say relationship. It could have been a one-night stand,
but I imagine it was more significant then that
because of the possessiveness you displayed later,
as shown in Rosie's diary.
Can I prove all this? Well, I can prove one thing.
The DNA taken at your arrest is a close familial match with a woman
we have previously identified as Rosie Duff's child...
...proving you are her father.
You were sleeping with Rosie
when she was underage and she got pregnant.
Of course, you couldn't have that coming out.
You were a young and ambitious policeman.
And, I'm guessing, but I don't think Rosie wanted a child either.
Maybe she was too far gone to have an abortion.
I don't know, I can't ask her.
But what did happen was that she went away for a summer,
to stay with an aunt, and had the baby in secret,
and told you and her family it had died.
But it didn't die.
That baby was a little girl. Your daughter.
She was adopted by Bonnie and Greg Galloway.
Grace Galloway is 27 now.
And she's been arrested for the murder of Ziggy Malkiewicz,
the attempted murder of Alex Gilbey
and the abduction of Alex Gilbey's child Davina.
You ruined your own daughter's life by not owning up.
She's gonna do a long stretch in prison,
and, don't get me wrong, she deserves it,
but you had a part to play in that, too.
So. Rosie.
I reckon she came back after her summer away
and you wanted everything to go back to normal. Am I right?
And I'm guessing Rosie didn't want that.
Maybe the trauma of it all had soured the relationship for her.
Maybe the way you acted had put her off you.
I don't know. I'm just guessing.
Maybe she was just never that into you.
But you weren't ready to give up, were you?
You kept your eyes on her at all times.
You drank in the Lammas Bar where she worked.
You made sure she didn't date anyone else.
You did this for three years.
A teenage girl.
Something told you she was moving on, didn't it?
You suspected it was one of the students,
but you never did know for sure.
And when Rosie snuck out the pub that night, you noticed.
You went looking for her.
And then, 2:15am on Prentiss Road. That's where you saw her.
- It's pissing it down, Rosie. - My brothers are picking me up.
Where from? I'll give you a lift.
No. You know they'll kill you, or me, if they see me with you.
- Just to the top of the street, then. - No, I'm all right. You go home.
- Where have you been? - I'm not doing this again.
Just talk to me, won't you?
- I don't want to talk to you. - Please, Rosie.
- You always say the same things. - Because I mean it.
It doesn't matter. We're over.
- We're done with. - You don't mean that.
It was just what happened. That ruined everything.
- Before that, we were fine. - Jimmy...
And now you're older, we don't have to hide it.
Jimmy, please. I don't want to talk about this. I just want to go home.
Let me give you a lift to the high street.
And I promise, I promise I'll leave it.
I cannae leave you out here in the rain.
But you didn't take her up to the high street, did you?
You took her back to your house. Your caravan.
Rosie had a rare paint on the hood of her cardigan
that matches the primer used on the inside of the door of your caravan.
So she obviously came inside.
Did she go willingly?
Did you tell her you'd stop bothering her
if she'd just talk to you?
Did you say you'd take her home if she just gave you five minutes?
I know you had sex. I think you forced it on her.
And I think when she told you to stop, you got angry.
You put your hands around her neck.
And you strangled her.
You strangled that poor girl until she was unconscious.
And then you panicked.
Maybe you didn't mean to kill her.
Maybe you just wanted to teach her a lesson.
Show her how strong you were. How small she was.
I know you weren't thinking straight because the truth was...
she wasn't dead.
And you didn't take the time to check.
You thought of yourself before her. You didn't think,
"How can I save this girl from what I've done to her?"
You thought, "How can I make it look as though it wasn't me?"
You thought of the other unsolved murders that you'd heard of.
The one in Inverurie came to mind,
a girl left in a cemetery, cut across the stomach.
I think you took a kitchen knife from your caravan,
you put her in the boot of your car and you drove her to the cathedral.
You laid her out on a grave, and you cut her,
to tie the two crimes together.
And she died there...
...slowly.
Whilst you went home and cleaned yourself up.
You were back at the crime scene within 45 minutes,
after MacLennan called you.
You were relieved when the students found her.
That's when you first knew you might get away with it.
When you took over the case,
you made a whole box of evidence go missing.
All of Rosie's clothes. Genius.
How would we ever connect you now?
What you didn't account for was human error,
because Rosie's cardigan was genuinely misfiled,
and that is where we found the paint.
You thought you'd dealt with the eyewitness.
The eyewitness that saw Rosie getting into your car.
Was it your car, DCS Lawson?
Or was it your mother's car?
Did you use your mum's car to dispose of a body?
You sold it a week later, bought her a new one.
She was delighted.
This next part, I'm not so sure on.
Maybe you can help me.
MacLennan.
He knew about this eyewitness, but he didn't share it with you.
He told Janice.
And she mentioned it to you.
I've been going through his notes,
trying to find details of this eyewitness.
I know, me, too.
There's a few scribbled phone numbers,
but none of them have been right.
But he must have had it down somewhere.
Leave it with me. I'm gonna stay late, I think.
Is that because he was already onto you?
Did you know that, somehow?
Because it's just weird, isn't it,
that a detective is about to solve a crime,
and then dies in an accident?
An accident that you were present for?
Barney!
Jimmy...
I can't see you!
Did you kill MacLennan?
Did you kill him before he could tell anyone what you did?
No.
It was an accident.
I couldn't save him.
I tried to.
So everything else I've said...
...is not worth a response?
But that?
That was too far?
I underestimated you, Karen Pirie.
Is that why you gave me the job?
You thought I couldn't do it.
You were sure I'd never do it.
I did.
I...
had always imagined what my birth mother looked like.
Dark eyes like mine.
Dark hair.
Beautiful, of course, because...
that's just how you imagine someone you love but have never met.
And then the podcast came out.
At first, I thought it was on my side, that it was going to help her.
That it was going to help me.
And I started to read the messages...
...and look at the crime scene photos that were shared on there.
Photos of her...
...of her pale face and her neck...
and the blood on her clothes...
and I stopped being able to see her any more.
The version of my mum I had in my head.
I started to see all this stuff instead.
This lifeless body.
Because that's what she was to the world.
A dead girl. A body.
And, suddenly, I just wanted to see them.
I just wanted to see...
...who killed her.
So, when they were named on these forums,
I believed it...
...and I went and I found them.
And I followed them.
But when I saw their...
...big houses and their... careers and their...
marriages and their babies...
...I got so angry.
Because she was never going to have any of that.
Because it was all snatched from her.
I won't...
I won't make excuses. I won't... I won't justify.
I... I made a split-second decision to end a man's life.
The wrong man's life.
And I will never forgive myself.
Because I'm just like him.
There is a difference, Grace.
You confessed.
He didn't?
Do you want to meet him?
No.
I want him to spend the rest of his life wondering what I'm like.
Just like I have to do with her.
Hiya. Hi.
I'm Colin.
Hi, Colin.
Hi.
Pirie.
Sir.
"Bittersweet" doesn't quite cut it, does it?
No, Sir.
It's a hard thing, taking down one of your own.
Unsettles the whole place. Puts everybody's eyes on you.
And because of that,
it takes bravery and it takes guts.
You are an asset to this service, Karen.
Thank you, Sir.
You're welcome.
Back to work.
'How much more chilling is it to know
'that this tragic killing was committed by a police officer?
'Someone who we should feel safe around.
'Someone employed to protect us.
'The Duff family finally have answers. They can finally heal.
'But the Scottish Police Service
'may feel the ripples of this trauma for a long time.'
So, not The Box-Ticker any more, eh?
Box-Ticker?
Don't even start. No.
You're gonna need a new nickname, though.
I was thinking... Pirie Pirie Sauce.
Too long.
Hot Sauce. I like Hot Sauce.
No-one's gonna call you Hot Sauce in the office.
Mmm. I might.
Fanny Pack?
Absolutely not.
Right, I'm off.
Oh, I have...
I'm gonna... get one more.
- You following me? - Would you mind very much if I was?
Ah. Depends on what you want.
I just want to keep you safe... from criminals.
I'm better at that than you, remember.
Ah... OK.
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