In Plain Sight

I know, I know, I understand that.

There's a conspicuous absence

of plainclothes personnel, Stella.

Well, any time, any time.

You have a nice weekend.

And you, sir.

Surprise!

["Rhythm 'n' blues" by Eric Winstone]

Happy birthday.

Daddy, you have to make a wish.

A wish, you say?

["Rhythm 'n' blues" by Eric Winstone]

Done.

Right, can I have some cake now, please?

No, no, I never saw that one, no.

Oh, my god!

Sandra, not so hard.

Don't worry, Mrs. Muncie, I can take it.

Want one?

No, no, I'd better not.

According to Agnes I have given up.

Yes, he has given up.

How's things down in the lab?

Progress is being made slowly, sir,

but I managed to persuade Glasgow university

school of medicine to donate a microscope.

Papa.

Pour vous.

Merci, sweetheart.

You're welcome.

[People chattering with music playing]

Here, take a look at that.

Are you concerned, sir?

He's come to your home, that's out of order.

It's just posturing, that's all it is.

He's been out three months, he's kept his nose

clean thus far.

Don't say anything to Agnes, though,

'cause I don't want her worrying.

Understood, sir.

Now the woman you attacked last Sunday

had a three-year-old son with her.

That wee boy had to sit and watch

while you punched and kicked his mother.

What do you say to that?

I'm innocent.

The woman that you attacked last night said

she'd had an operation.

A woman's operation.

Said she was in pain.

She said she begged you for mercy,

but you went right ahead and raped her anyway.

What do you say to that?

I say if you're trying to make me puke,

you're doing a bang up job.

You're not a boy any more.

There's no more approved school.

There's no more borstal.

This time it's gonna be prison, and for a good long while.

I'll see you when you get out.

I'm still gonna be here.

Don't waste your time, chubby Miller

thinks he's god's gift.

You work in Livingston's, right?

You're on the machines a few rows over from me.

Don't worry, I wouldn't recognize me, either.

It's those chaff shower caps they make us wear.

I'm Barbara, but everybody calls me babs.

Mary.

Are you on your own?

I'm waiting on some friends.

They were meant to be here by now.

Ba-ba-ba-baby.

You're looking good, babs.

I'm having a conversation, Tony.

Lovely hair you've got, Mary.

Aye, my dog's got a lovely coat, too.

Why don't you go somewhere you're wanted?

All right, later, alligator.

Dipsticks.

Actually, I was thinking about dyeing it.

Why, don't do that.

I'd kill to be a redhead.

"Dear ma,

I am watching the best years of my life roll away.

And I can tell you, it's no picnic.

You tell me I'm best to do my nine years

and forget Mr. Muncie,

but unfortunately for him I am not made like you.

So with sincerest apologies and deepest regrets,

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

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

No, that'll be tuppence and it hurts.

You'd better hurry, you'll miss your bus.

Stupid girl.

Hello?

Don't say a goddamn word.

Hello?

Hello!

Hello!

Is there anybody there?

Hello!

Say a word and I'll murder ya.

I'm gonna cut your head off and Bury ya.

Not a peep.

Smoke?

No, no, thank you.

Crazy day.

Crazy, crazy day.

I've been down in the dumps since the moment I woke up.

I even went down to the Clyde to drown myself

this evening, but,

when I got there I remembered I can swim.

Sorry you felt down in the dumps.

You should be.

You see, when I get down in the dumps, I just,

I feel this overpowering need to murder someone.

Are you cold?

No.

- Do you want my blazer? - No, no, I'm fine, thank you.

Suit yourself.

I've never done anything like this before.

Maybe it was your hair.

You see, I had a fiancee once and she was a redhead.

So maybe that's what did it.

Maybe if you'd been blonde I wouldn't have laid

a finger on you.

No.

Am I boring you?

No, no.

Shall we?

Come on, I'll see you home.

It's the least I can do.

Come on.

I suppose you'll be reporting me to the police?

No.

I'll go with you now if you want,

tell them what I've done?

No, I just want to get home.

I think I'll take off my shoes.

Hey, hey, hey!

You've not been eating your carrots.

You could do some serious damage with this.

Why don't you go?

He had a knife.

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

That he'd cut off my head and Bury me.

That must have been very frightening for you.

I told him I had two children

so he'd think I was older.

Yes, that was good thinking.

He just said I was telling fibs.

And then he started kissing me,

touching me.

I told him to stop but he wouldn't.

Then he started pushing against me.

So five foot four, five foot five,

dark hair,

smartly dressed, a smoker.

And then this business with the American accent.

Does that sound about right to you, Mary?

Yes, sir.

Now I know it's a tall order to ask you to be precise

about such an ordeal, but are you sure about these times?

Because 3 1/2 hours seems like an awful long time

to be sitting in a field in the middle of the night.

I'm sure, sir.

He said he was gonna keep me there all night.