Our Theresa said you had spoken to her.
That you're on the warpath about some missing girl.
Well, given our history, I thought it wise to come prepared.
It's a record of all my movements since leaving home on Christmas Day.
So you're saying that you've been in the city this whole time.
Is that right?
In bars and drinking clubs, the pictures.
Aye. That's something I do when the mood takes me.
A film spree. And, you can check with all the usherettes.
They'll all remember me.
I guarantee it.
Yes, very helpfully, you've provided us with all their names.
Aye, well...
When I'm turning on the charm,
I always start with an exchange of names.
See, I'm very partial to usherettes.
The tray of goodies. The uniforms.
What happened to your uniform, by the way?
I'm CID now.
Is that right?
Well, congratulations, darling.
What did you do for sleep, Peter?
He's all business, this one.
I just napped around. Bus, pub, flick house, greasy spoon.
It's funny that, because at home, I'm a terrible insomniac.
Where were you yesterday evening between the hours of 6:00 and 8:00 pm?
Sorry. Did I neglect...
I know your crib sheet.
Dracula.
The 6:30 showing at the Scala.
You should get your boyfriend to take you.
You could cuddle with him at the scary bits.
Have you ever seen this young woman before?
Well, I think I'd remember.
That's a nice-looking lassie, that.
Her name's Isabelle Cooke.
Ah.
That's the Mount Vernon lassie you told my sister about.
The missing one.
No.
Never seen her before.
Don't load the boats, eh?
I mean, it's not been 24 hours yet.
Maybe there's some perfectly innocent explanation.
I don't know how you kept from smacking him one in there, sir.
Without a body, there's no arresting him.
That's our priority now.
Plough every resource into finding her.
You really think there's no chance she's alive?
I'm sorry, sir.
Just wishful thinking.
- Joe Brannon? - Who wants to know?
Superintendent Muncie, Hamilton CID.
Good for you.
You're not in any trouble, Joe.
I just want a word.
You've been doing well since you got out, Joe.
New job.
New house.
I'm commending you, Joe. I'm saying, "Well done."
"Well done. And how's about being a rat?"
That's what this is about, right? Manuel.
Informing on somebody that's killed four people
in cold blood isn't being a rat.
And now there's this.
Do you think this was him, as well?
I know it.
Christ.
We've been tailing him for a while now.
I've got eyes on him.
I need somebody who can hear what he's saying.
He's very chatty just now. He wants an audience.
And you've got his trust, you know?
You can get close to him.
You could save somebody's life.
And get paid for your trouble.
No-one would find out?
I give you my word.
Uh, where you going?
You appealed for volunteers to help with the search,
so I am volunteering.
Gwenly said she would look after the girls.
Agn, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you coming on a search.
I want to help, Bill.
I take it you've heard about the Reverend Houston and his wife?
What?
Well, while we were all at the church on Christmas Eve,
they had a break-in.
The presents were stolen right from under the Christmas tree.
A camera, a pair of gloves for the Reverend,
a silk ladies' head scarf that Doris Smart had bought for Frances.
It's all gone.
Do you know what my first thought was?
Was it Peter Manuel?
Mmm-hmm.
- Did they report it? - I assume.
I see. Can you write that down? My notebook's in my pocket.
Before I forget.
It's gonna be a quiet and unusual Hogmanay.
Everybody's leaving.
You know...
I wouldn't be averse
to you taking the kids to my mother's.
Peter Manuel is not running us out of town.
Ho!
I'm so sorry, Mrs Cooke.
Look closer, son.
Tea for the hard-working mechanics.
That is very welcome.
Oh, there's Agnes. Whoo-ey!
Oh, hello, Doris. Peter.
You have a happy new year!
And to you.
Have a lovely holiday, Michael.
You too, Mrs Muncie.
Bye!
Wouldn't do for us to have only one lamp to see by
all the way to you uncle's.
Thanks, Marian.
Coming through.
There we go, boys.
Peter.
Spending money for you, son.
That's mighty kind of you, Father.
Good to see you again, Joe.
- Been a while, eh? - Hasn't it just?
I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.
- You know how it is. - Aye.
Gainful employment, wife and children. Family man, eh?
Aye.
- Happy Hogmanay. - Cheers.
And to you, too. Kangol and Gormless.
My two babysitters courtesy of Detective Superintendent Muncie.
I'm telling you, Joe,
I'm starting to think that bloke fancies me.
Aye, aye. He's moving.
He's going to the lavvy. Relax.
Hello, lads.
You never heard of windows?
Enjoy your dump, shithead.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one.
Happy New Year!
- Happy New Year. - Yes, Sandra.
Happy New Year.
Hey. What's this, young Mr Bob-a-Job?
Can't sleep.
Oh, well, that won't do.
You have to be up and out in six hours.
Glasses off.
Scoot down.
Right.
- That feels nice. - Of course it does.
I'm an expert.
Where are you off to?
I'm joining the Isabelle Cooke search.
Hop in, then. I'll give you a lift.
I'm going to the quay to try and find her.
It's one of the muster points for volunteers.
That's the old Dunkirk spirit.
You know, everybody pulling together.
That's them.
Thanks again.
If it isn't Superintendent Muncie.
Where were you between the hours of 2:00 and 7:00
on the morning of Wednesday, the 1 st of January?
- And a Happy New Year... - Wednesday, the 1 st of January,
between the hours of 2:00 and 7:00 am, where were you?
I was here all night.
You're lying.
He's not.
We were all in New Year's Eve.
Ask your boys if you don't believe me.
Your boss needs a lie-down, Detective.
He's not looking very well.
Get their statements.
All right. Come on in.
Make yourself at home.
Where were you?
About 3:30, we went to get a car cos of the cold.
You both deserted your post?
We thought they were all asleep.
Saw their lights had been off for over an hour.
And when did you return?
About 6:00.
We went to get something hot to eat.
Get out of my sight.
What time did it happen?
Sometime between Wilson and McLeod leaving and coming back.
Couple of hours.
That's all he needed.
But why them?
Why the Smarts?
Because of what he is.
He felt the urge to kill.
He knew he didn't have much time.
So that's it. Three people wiped off the face of this earth
because they were the most convenient.
Little Michael...
Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh.
"Scout packs and vigilante groups patrol the streets.
"Women sleep with knives beside their beds.
"Ironmongers and locksmiths report record sales
"of locks, padlocks and deadbolts.
"The people of Lanarkshire are living in fear."
Alibi or no alibi, Bill, we can still get him for this.
Right from the start, you had his number,
from when he was just a snot-nosed thief.
But this...
You know, Bill, there'll be no shame in you handing over the reins.
I could put a call in to Glasgow CID. Have them run things.
No, absolutely not, Sam. I'm fine.
- Well, don't work too late. - Sir.
Thief.
Hugh.
Yes, sir.
This was empty, right?
Yes, sir.
Excellent.
He's made a mistake.
In all the other murders, he's never stole a penny.
He's never mixed stealing with killing.
But, Peter Smart's wallet was empty.
The evening before he was supposed to go off
on a five-day holiday with his family.
This morning, I spoke with an informant
who was with Manuel on New Year's Eve.
Manuel was broke.
His father even gave him a few bob just to keep him going.
But the very next day, January 1 st,
the day after the murders,
Manuel took my informant out on a pub crawl,
spending money like water, buying rounds wherever they went.
And all the time,
with brand-new, blue, £1 notes
issued by the Commercial Bank of Scotland.
Peter Smart's bank.
Now, I went to his branch in Uddingston.
And they confirmed that on December 31 st,
Peter Smart withdrew £15 in brand-new £1 notes.
This is a list of the serial numbers, they're all consecutive.
This is a list of the drinking establishments they went into.
Now, if you can find these bank notes in these pubs...
then we'll have him.
So let's get to it.
You two.
Start out a watch, 24 hours, now, until we've got him.
You stick to him like glue.
We will, sir.
Have they gone to bed?
- Aye. - What are you doing?
Thinking about all the things I'd like to do with them two plods.
Do you never think about our Ma?
- And what this is doing to her? - Don't start.
I know we've never been the best of friends, Peter,
but you're still my brother.
And I don't wanna see you hanged.
Hanged? What are you on about?
Well, that's how this is gonna end.
No one's getting hanged.
I haven't done anything.
Go on. Go to your bed. Night, sis.
I want him arrested early.
DC Lowe will be in charge.
I want Manuel off balance.
I want him surrounded by faces that he doesn't know.
And do not, under any circumstances,
engage with any of his backchat.
I want a welcoming party waiting here for him.
I want you to get every single reporter you can lay your hands on.
WDC Laird is gonna conduct the interview.
I want a woman in there, goading him, and needling his male pride.
Because I want him humiliated.
- And I want him angry. - Yeah.
Get your hands off me!
Leave him alone!
Get out of my house!
Get in the car!
Open the door for him.
Get in the car.
Go.
I take it this scarf was for you, Mrs Manuel.
Yes.
It's very pretty.
Peter's always had good taste.
And very artistic, right from when he was a boy.
Well then, would you mind telling me
why something so precious
would be kept underneath the kitchen sink?
I bought it. I bought all this stuff
so that Peter would have something to give us on Christmas Day.
You're always there for him, aren't you?
- Covering his tracks. - What do you mean?
Well, where... Where'd you purchase these items?
From some spiv down at The Stag.
They were stolen
on Christmas Eve from the home of Reverend Houston.
I didn't... I didn't know.
You don't fool me!
- I didn't know! - You don't fool me!
Mum!
It's all right, Tess.
Oh, oh. It's all right. It's all right, Tess.
Oh, my God.
You'll notice how the serial numbers on the notes,
stolen from Peter Smart's wallet,
exactly match those found in the cash registers
of The Stag, The Wood End Bar and The Gordon Club.
All establishments, which numerous witnesses have stated you visited,
on the night of the 1 st of January, 1958.
Buying rounds of drinks for men
who think nothing better than to see you hanged.
And all with crisp, new notes
stolen from your victim's wallet.
Not really criminal mastermind material, are we?
Peter.
Not one flaming word, sir.
I blew it.
No, you did not, Laird.
We've got him exactly where we want him.
He's not talking because we've got him in a corner.
He's done now, his mind fully occupied on how to dodge the Smart charge.
That's good for us.
'Cause that means he won't see me coming.
This is our chance to get him.
And not just for the Smart murders.
But for all his victims.
He's always been torn between getting away with it,
and seeing his deeds written in headlines, 10 feet tall,
telling the world how clever he is.
After what he's been through for the past few hours,
he's never been closer to giving us just that.
Full confession.
Right now, the only person
that wants the truth to come out more than us...
Is Peter Manuel.
You want one?
I have to hand it to you, Peter.
I've never seen so many reporters in my life.
Not just the Scottish papers, either.
Manchester Guardian.
The Mirror.
News of the World.
The Times of London.
You have nothing.
Is that right?
No murder weapon, no motive.
The most you can charge me with is stealing some cash and a car.
I mean who, in their right mind
would give a lift to a copper after slaughtering three people?
You're not in your right mind.
Are you?
And you think you're a gangster.
But you're not, you're a psychopath.
You're a psychopath who murders women and children.
People who are asleep in their beds.
You think you're a hard man?
But you're not. You're a milk sob.
You're a wee boy
that goes running to his daddy when the going gets tough.
That's what they're saying out there.
That it was your dad
that helped dispose of Isabelle Cooke's body.
He's always been there for you, though, hasn't he?
Your dear old dad and his little van.
So, we've arrested him.
For aiding and abetting in the disposal of a corpse.
"Father and son.
"Partners in murder."
Not a bad headline.
You're bluffing.
Am I?
All this time we have known each other and you still haven't got a clue.
Peter Manuel doesn't need anybody's help.
It must burn you up, eh?
Knowing that if you'd been running things
when I did Anne Kneilands, you might have been the one who stopped me.
That's seven innocent people who'd still be alive.
All their pleading, all their screaming.
And there was nothing that you could do.
Nothing.
Let the old man go.
I'll show you where the Cooke girl's buried.
I'm standing on her.
Take him to the car.
The arrested man's made a full confession.
And he's been charged.
Over the course of the last two years,
this man's killed eight of our own.
And caused untold grief and fear.
But men like that are the exception.
They're not the rule.
And there is some comfort that we can take from that.
In the rarity of such terrible things.
I'll ask you now to go home to your families, please.
And say a prayer for the victims and their loved ones.
Thank you.
Yes, I will. I'll be there first thing.
You too.
Bye.
Sir.
He's asking for you.
Sir?
We did it.
Yes.
Yes, we did.
What can I do for you?
I want the press told
I'd never have shot Michael Smart if I'd known he was just a child.
Annie Kneilands was a child.
William Watt was a child.
- Isabelle... - Come on, Muncie.
You know what I mean. I'm no child killer.
Why did you go back to the Smart's house?
To get the car.
No, that only accounts for one of your return visits.
We know that you went back to that family's home
at least three times.
Why?
Was your first visit, was it too rushed?
Did you need more time to savour what you'd done?
I went once, for the car.
It's the gospel truth.
You know...
You're not the only person that can lie, Peter.
We arrested your dad for resetting stolen goods.
Never posed any threat to your share of the limelight.
Goodbye, Peter.
You walk away from me.
Nobody walks away from Peter Manuel, you hear me?
You hear me, Muncie?
You think you can beat Peter Manuel? This has just started.
Do you hear me, plod?
This isn't over!
Do you fucking hear me?
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