In Plain Sight

You're not a boy any more.

This time, it's going to be prison.

See, when you go,

I'm still going to be here.

"You tell me I'm best at doing my nine years

and forget Mr Muncie.

I have to tell you that my mind is made up.

One way or another, Mr Muncie is going to pay."

He had a knife.

He told me if I screamed, he'd cut my throat.

Is there something you want to say to me, son?

You think I did it, don't you?

Peter Manuel is a very real threat to the women of this community.

It's not bloody enough

for you to deprive our Peter of his liberty for nine years

for crimes he did nae do.

Your father said you were in all night.

I'm his son, he's looking out for me.

Too many man-hours on this Manuel thing.

Yeah, I'm not sure Mary McLauchlan would see it that way, sir.

Well, she's not your boss.

Manuel's put in a request to conduct his own defence.

The witness, by her own admission,

spent over three hours,

half the night, with me.

He's lying!

The law let you down badly today.

But I want you to know that I will not rest

until Peter Manuel's behind bars.

Private Anne Kneilands.

You know what, Private Kneilands?

What?

I think 1956 is going to be a good year.

I'll get it.

Mr Manuel. He's not in.

It's you that I wanted to talk to, sir.

What?

I hear Peter's going to be on trial in a couple of weeks.

Him and a lad named Joseph Brannan...

for some attempted burglary over in Blantyre.

So? What of it?

It always seemed to me that Peter's at his most...

..reckless when he's out on bail.

Most prone to doing something that he may regret.

You've got some bloody nerve.

Coming on like you care

when it's you that's trying to put Peter in the frame. Piss off!

Get your hand off my door.

Do you really want another Anne Kneilands on your conscience?

Oh, she's not on my conscience, Muncie,

because Peter was here that night.

Superintendent Leish is satisfied with that,

and he's in charge now, isn't he?

Superintendent Leish had no choice but to be satisfied

because you provided Peter with an alibi.

And Professor Alison,

who was the pathologist on the Anne Kneilands case,

he told me, in all his years,

he'd never seen a body with more brutal injuries.

There was a hole on top of her head that you could put a fist in.

There was blood and brain matter

found over 15 feet from where she lay.

She was so badly beaten

that her hands and her arms, which she'd held up

to try to defend herself, were broken.

This is harassment. I'm reporting you.

No, wait, just...

..imagine that was your daughter.

Ooh, sir?

From Blantyre, to do with the Manuel burglaries.

While you're up, Iris, make us a cuppa, would you?

I'm a detective, Duncan, not a tea lady.

Can you believe it? Me, the "fifth tee" killer?

Muncie. I tell you, that bastard's had a grudge with me

ever since I gave him that going-over in the alley.

You beat up a copper? Aye.

Knocked seven shades of busy shite out of him.

Did you not get done for that?

Well, I dinnae do it in broad daylight, did I?

Right.

What's up with you, anyway? You've got a face on you like a crow.

You know, Pete, it's the thought of the trial,

going to prison.

It's all right for you, you've been inside.

Ah, it'll be over before you know it.

Sheriff will give us 18 months, we'll be out in 12.

I mean, a year, what's that? A lot in the life of my wee 'uns.

Family man's got the blues, eh?

Well, maybe I have something that'll put a smile back on your face.

Watch the door.

Webley .38.

What you got that for?

Making hay while the sun shines, buddy.

We've got one more month of freedom, right?

Plenty of time for one more job...

..with added insurance. Like what?

A little dickie bird told me about a rich wop that lives in Burnside.

Owns a bunch of ice-cream parlours.

And he has a safe at home where he keeps the weekend takings.

Well, I don't know, Pete, that gun looks pretty knackered.

What do you know about guns? The gun's fine.

So, are you in?

Nah, you're all right. What's that supposed to mean?

I just don't think our partnership's been a roaring success, has it?

We've knocked off half a dozen places and only been done once.

Once is enough for me. Your loss, chum.

Burnside 3-8-8-5.

Hello, Bill.

Did you... Did you speak with Vivienne about er...

about our quarrel?

Not with my sister here.

You know, I didn't mean to hurt you, let alone Vivienne.

Now's not the time, Bill.

Could I say goodnight to her?

Vivienne?

Daddy wants a word.

Tell him I'm busy.

She says she's busy.

# DORIS DAY - Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera)

Teen rebel.

What gives, Daddy's girl? It's nothing.

I'm mad at him.

He forgot to give me my pocket money before he went away.

Vivienne... Honest.

Look on the bright side, you'll get double next week.

Do you want to stay over tonight?

Do you mind if I don't?

I sort of feel like my own bed tonight, you know?

Sure. That's fine.

Daddy?

Sir.

William Watt?

Lads.

If you'd like to follow us back to Glasgow, sir.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

No! Oh, my girls.

Oh, my beautiful girls.

Do you know of anybody...

..who might harbour feelings of resentment

or animosity towards your family?

Against my wife? My daughter?

No, you couldn't...

you couldn't ask for two sweeter souls.

See, I was thinking more towards yourself.

A business rival, say...

..who would be prepared to carry out such a terrible crime.

I'm a baker.

That's all I am, I'm just a baker.

You see, Mr Watt, I believe this is no ordinary break-in.

I believe there's a motive here.

Chop-chop, girls!

Jane, school is not a beauty pageant!

I'm coming.

You know, it is possible it wasn't Manuel.

Leish and his team did go into his house.

They didn't bring him in for questioning, though, did they?

Yes, but you said yourself there's much that doesn't fit - the gun.

Killing the two older women in their sleep.

No fear for him to gloat on.

Yes, it is possible that it wasn't him.

But is that really good enough?

For his wife, his daughter and his sister-in-law?

I mean, in two days' time...

I can't find my ruler.

It's by your bed, sweetheart.

In two days' time,

him and Brannan are going to stand trial for that caper over in Blantyre

and then they're going to be in prison for a few months,

and you know how that works.

As a suspect, Peter Manuel will cease to exist.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry, Ag...

..I need to see that house for myself.

They weren't asleep - the mother and her sister.

They weren't asleep.

Look, lying side-by-side like they're standing to attention.

Nobody sleeps like that.

They were awake.

They were most likely terrified.

So, Mr Watt confirmed that none of his wife's jewellery was stolen.

All present and correct, sir.

There's no safe. No, sir.

Then why this house?

Burglars act on information, so he knew something.

What's so special about 5 Fennsbank Avenue?

That's number two. No number one.

It was a mess-up on the part of the planners, apparently.

Yeah, but he didn't know that, did he?

What if he never meant to break in at number five?

What if the intended target was number four?

It's dark.

He doesn't know there's no number one,

so he just counts along, saw one, two...

..three, four.

Except that was number five, not number four.

So, who lives in number four?

Italian family by the name of Valente.

Is that the ice cream Valentes? The same.

Yeah, you see? That's money.

I think this was Manuel. Yes, sir.