The Dark

A body's been found at Cairnluing. The victim's name is Jason Morgan.

Five years ago, his brother Nichol went missing.

I investigated it. We found a young man's body.

It's not Jason. I think it is.

Jason had two phones. He was living a life they knew nothing about.

I told you to stay away from my boy. Don't.

Look.

It's enough for two cinema tickets. Tonight?

I promised my dad... Your dad?

She's got her daddy's eyes.

I'll take you, and I'll bury you somewhere you'll never be found.

That's me back.

'Oh, Monica.'

'There truly is a wicked monster out there.'

Shh, shh. You need to sleep.

Here you come.

Come. Enough. Come on, let's go.

Down we go. Good boy.

Go on, boy. Do your business.

Rob! That's me off now!

Rob! Are you awake?

Rob?!

Rob!

Oh, God.

'Police emergency.' Oh, hello. Erm... Yeah, it's Rob.

'OK. Who is Rob, sir? Is that you?'

Oh, yeah. No, sorry.

It's my son, Rob.

Look, I feel daft even calling you.

It's just that I can't find him anywhere, you know? He's...

'OK.' He's not in his bed or...

'OK, and how old is Rob?'

Old? Erm... he's nearly 17. 'OK.'

And this is not normal.

'I understand.' That's why I'm calling you.

It's not like him.

'Just take a second there.' It's not... at all like him.

'OK. Please hold the line. We'll have a team with you soon.'

'Unable to communicate, yet still conscious of the world around him,

'witnessing every moment as he was strangled to death.'

'Oh, Monica, that truly is a wicked...'

Hey there, Lucy, my love.

Take these off you, OK?

Did you have them on for a while?

I've got school today. That's right.

You've got work.

Yeah.

'Boss, we've had a report come in for a missing young man.'

Tell me what you know.

Yeah, yeah.

I can be there. I'll be there.

Mr Wright?

Yes. Yes, that's me.

I'm Detective Inspector Kennedy.

Oh, a... a detective?

Can I come in?

OK. Sure. Course.

Yes, just through there.

Just the two of you? Yeah, his mum left us.

I tried calling her, but she never picks up.

Should I make tea? Is that what...?

That's not necessary, Stephen.

OK. No tea. No tea.

Is this Rob?

At a science fair.

He loves that type of thing - knowledge.

MacLennan Timber Yard. Is that where you work?

Am I right he was in bed when you last saw him.

Bed? Yeah.

Can you show me his room?

I tried a few of his friends, but they know nothing.

Anyway, how would he get anywhere? His bike's still in the garage.

He goes nowhere without that. And, well, his phone's still here.

Where is it?

There. It's here, on the desk.

Have you moved anything?

Do you have a dog?

Oh, God. Floyd. Please, just stay inside.

'Oh, and... he is 17.

'And this is not normal. That's why I'm calling you.

'It's not like him. It's not... at all like him.'

'When did you last see him?'

'Last night, when he came home from work.'

'Where does he work?'

'The Thistlemoor Hotel. He's a waiter there.'

'Yeah. So, Rob got back home at...?' 'Well, late.

'His shift finished at six,

'and it's a half-hour ride on his bike.

'But it was... I mean, it was nearly... eight

'by the time he got back.'

I was in the house.

His mum, she...

she still don't know?

We're still trying to get in touch with her.

She never wanted him.

Do you know Bethany Morgan?

Morgan?

Yes. Bethany Morgan.

She works at the timber yard with you, doesn't she?

Stephen.

Erm...

She... She does my payslips.

One moment.

They are bringing Rob down.

Stephen, a colleague will take you to a local station

whilst we sort accommodation for you.

He was taken from his bedroom.

Jason's bedroom was the same. Window left ajar.

A substance drugs could have been added to.

We are definitely in serial killer territory...

Quieter. Oh, come on.

Everyone is thinking it. And he's escalating, right?

I mean, what next? Laid out in front of our HQ?

Let's make sure we never find out.

ENGINE STARTS

I doubt many forensic clues will emerge from the scene.

Rob was strangled?

I would wager, slowly, repeatedly and elsewhere.

As per Jason, not in his room.

Where could that have been done? Inside a van?

Something spacious. That could narrow the search.

Why stage Rob here?

Within the father's grasp.

No greater way to inflict pain.

What if that was his thrill?

The devastation he causes?

To truly feel that, he'd... watch.

He watched for hours waiting for his work to be discovered.

Get Dhillon to head to the Thistlemoor Hotel

and build a picture of Rob's last day.

Our killer wouldn't have let Rob out of his sight.

Meet at MacLennan Timber, then? No, I trust you to run with that.

CHILDREN PLAYING

Lucy's got an active imagination, which we embrace.

Doesn't sound like that to me.

It sounds like you're saying she's a little psychopath.

That's certainly not... She likes the odd spooky story.

Mrs Kennedy, Lucy's not telling tales

of a friendly ghost called Casper.

But what is she saying, then?

She told one of the girls... Or all of them, it's hard to say.

..she wanted to put poison in their tummies.

Ms MacLennan? Yeah.

Detective Constable Connor Crawford.

Oh. Bethany.

Her boy, sadly, brings you here, then?

Plays its part, aye.

Big old place, this.

How many staff? Around 40.

I'm gonna need a list of all those staff.

What do my staff have to do with it?

Any grudges towards Bethany?

Bethany? God, no.

Tell me about Stephen Wright.

As in one of my drivers, Stephen? Yeah.

Punctual, polite.

He and Bethany close?

Oh, I don't know. I mean, others might.

Any staff with a vendetta against him?

A vendetta? What is this?

Has something happened to him?

Stephen's son was found dead.

So, what are you telling me?

That someone's murdering the children of my staff?

Do any other staff have teenage sons?

Of course they do. I need their names, OK?

Are you telling me that some of them are at risk?

Ms MacLennan, look, you wanna help me, right?

Well, get me staff lists, past and present,

and the details of any who have teenage sons.

Thank you.

What did he want?

He's police, isn't he?

Stephen Wright's son has been murdered.

That's two now.

Go home, pack. Mother...

You need to be gone by the time they come for you.

Here.

Bethany, what does the name Stephen Wright mean to you?

What you doing here?

Hello, Barclay. Fuck your hello.

You find who killed my boy yet? No.

So what you doing harassing her?

I heard you whispering.

Stephen Wright. Who's that? His name rings no bells with you?

Sounds like a shite snooker player. What you saying his name for?

Stephen's son was found murdered this morning.

Stephen also works at the mill.

Did you know him?

No.

I know his name, yes, but I know everybody's name there.

Stephen's son's name was Rob.

Never heard of a Rob Wright.

So Jason and Rob weren't friends? No.

I know everything about my boy.

If you want me to find his killer, you have to accept that's not true.

You're a fucking joker.

You should be out there hunting that fucking paedo Michael down.

Michael refused to make a statement against Bethany.

Pushed us to make this go away. Thinks she's been through enough.