Sawney: Flesh of Man

Yerisan Group

But one-- one survived.

So here we are.

Shh shh Shh!

No.

Jesus, no!

Trick or treat, darling.

No thanks.

Oh. Ah.

What's taken you so long?

Have you been using?

Jamie, you promised me this wouldn't happen again!

Jesus! Hand it over.

- Piss off. - I will if you don't hand it over.

- Moan moan moan. - Right.

Hey!

I'm coming. Okay okay okay.

Hey.

Hey he!!-

- Take it. - Shit, Jamie.

I'm sorry.

Why do you do this?

I don't know.

Look, I'll get the car, all right?

You can't drive like this.

- Get in. - No. You're in no fit state to drive.

Leave it. We'll get a taxi.

Last chance. Get in!

No. You shouldn't be driving!

- Fuck you! - No. Fuck you.

Asshole.

Shit!

Come on.

Let us pray. "God of grace and peace,

in Your Son Jesus Christ

You have given us new birth into a living hope.

Strengthen us now to live in the power of the resurrection

and to keep us united with our loved ones

and with all Your people in heaven and on earth

from whom, in death, we are not divided."

What is this enigma that we call human?

What is our nature? What...

defines our identity?

What makes us who we are?

We're animals.

You had no right to publish

unnecessary details about the body's condition.

I gave you those details in strict confidence.

Listen, Bill, she died under violent circumstances-

mutilated.

The public have a right to know.

There is a lunatic out there.

We have to stop this from happening again.

Somebody out there could have some information.

- That's our job. - But you haven't been doing yourjob!

Charlotte could still be alive if you had reacted to this sooner.

You only found her when she turned up in bits.

Missing persons seem to be just another statistic with your lot.

The police attitude is "Oh, someone's gone missing,

but nobody seems to miss them."

I think you should leave now, Hamish.

This story will make caring parents realize the significance

of the escalating problem of missing people in Scotland,

because next time it's their son

or their daughter or their grandchildren.

What is it with you, pal?

I thought we were helping each other.

Just forget it.

"We meet to give thanks for Charlotte,

who has gone on before us

into the world of God's eternal light.

While we are glad for her,

we feel the sadness of the parting,

and our loving sympathy goes out to the whole family.

And the blessing of God the Father,

God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit

be with you all, now and forevermore."

Amen.

Wendy.

You've got a nerve turning up here.

How could you write those things about Charlotte?

- Drinking again? - No!

You've got a sick, warped mind then.

Look, I'm sorry, Wendy, okay? But it's myjob.

The public had a right to know what happened.

The public?

Charlotte was my sister and your friend.

You insensitive bastard.

My parents were shocked at the article.

It was tasteless

and heartless.

- Look, Wendy, I'm sorry! - Just go!

Mmm.

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He leadeth me...

He leadeth me to lie..."

Mmm.

"l am the bread of life.

He that cometh to me shall not hunger."

"He that believeth in me

shall not thirst.

Mmm. He that eats this bread,

shall live forever."

Make sure you crush everything to a pulp

before you dump it.

I will check.

The fruits of the Lord!

Hungry! Ah.

Enjoy.

She was a cute young thing.

God, it stinks in here.

You'd better clean this place up.

Make sure you get rid of all the waste this time.

And no figurines!

You've been warned.

Ahh.

You're a pretty little thing.

Ooh, you're pretty.

What are you looking at?!

Clean this place up!

It stinks!

You're awake.

Why not the real thing?

Why not the real thing?

Hello, little girl.

Mmm.

Yeah, but you're not as pretty

as your picture, are you?

No, we'll just have to taste the delights.

Oh. Ah.

Oh, tidy.

Very very tidY-

Ah.

Yeah.

Ah.

Now if it tastes good,

you get to stay alive...

for a little while anyway.

But if it's bad-

ooh.

I bet you will taste good, huh?

Mmm!

Ah. You taste good.

Yeah.

Ah, tidy.

T351!/, eh?

I feel a happy moment coming on.

A very happy moment.

Ah!

The films you requested, Mr. MacDonald.

- Ah. Right. Thank you. - Thanks.

Article dating back from 1970.

Comparisons similar to Charlotte's case.

Tormhorr?

What the hell is this? Huh?

Bill?

I know. l-- I tried--

You know? Well, why didn't you prevent it?

He's taking this personally. He knows the deceased, sir.

Oh, he's a friend of yours, is he?

No. Well, I wouldn't go as far as to say that.

I want this Hamish MacDonald off our backs.

And what kind of name is that for an Englishman anyway?

Well, his old man came from here.

You should see him drink. He's got Scottish blood in him, all right.

I don't care. This doesn't look good.

The chief's breathing down my neck. He wants results.

This journalist's going into missing persons in great detail.

We're getting public enquiries dating back years now.

They could take civil action against us. I want him stopped.

I'm working on it.

Work fucking harder, will ya?

Give him something, anything,

to make him think we'll cooperate with his enquiry.

No more incriminating headlines, you understand?

I may have something.

You're on a slippery slope, Bill Munro.

Make it work.

Yes sir.

Ah.

Hamish.

This is not the sort of thing

that goes down too well with my superiors, you know.

Usual, Hector.

- Drink? - No. I'm on duty.

Ah.

Anyway...

I'm sorry about being flippant with you the other day.

- It was just-- - Flippant?

You mean being an asshole.

Yeah. Well, I'm sorry, Bill,

but me and Wendy, you know,

and this whole thing with Charlotte- it's not another story.

It was Wendy's sister and she was a friend of mine.

What happened to her-- I mean, Jesus Christ!

We've got to catch the bastard who did this, Bill.

So we're on level pegging again, huh?

Look...

everything I discuss with you

- is confidential. Hmm? - Yeah, of course.