The Loch

Lorraine Mackeson, the woman whose phone you used,

saw you stand up and put something into your jacket.

It must have been my phone.

- He's lying about something. - Got a bit defensive, didn't he?

Why didn't you say that Niall Swift taught your daughter?

- Are you on the investigation team? - No, I'm not.

Our man on licence, Leighton Thomas, who knows about him?

His crimes appal me, but I admire the way he's turned his life around.

I committed murder. Is that what you want to hear?

It is a sliver of brain from Niall Swift.

You are surprised the blood didn't match the brain?

We might be looking at another victim.

We could have the killer's handwriting.

His first mistake.

We've a missing teenager, Jonjo Patterson.

Our communications officer is organising an immediate appeal for tomorrow.

- Jonjo... - One simple message.

Help us find this boy.

John Joseph Patterson, known as Jonjo,

is a vulnerable 18-year-old student.

He was last seen at the family home

around 10:00 a.m. yesterday morning.

My message to Jonjo would be,

there's nothing for you to worry about.

You're our son, and we love you very much.

And we just want you back.

That's all we want, Jonjo.

Jonjo didn't go home last night.

Shit.

Have you told your mum what happened?

- Not really. - Not really?

- I didn't tell her. - But why?

Which lab did the newspaper go to?

Inverness.

Are you concerned his disappearance

is connected to the murder of Niall Swift?

No. Sadly, Jonjo has bipolar disorder.

We believe he's neglected his medication.

Rumors are rife a human heart has been found.

I'm here to appeal for the safe return

of Jonjo Patterson.

I'm not responding to rumors.

But don't you think the people who live here...

Uh, I'm Blake Albrighton.

I've been seconded to the investigation

as forensic psychologist.

And, yes, you're right. Rumors have to be addressed.

There is, I believe, at large in this community

an extremely smart and highly dangerous serial killer.

No, Blake, you need to withdraw that.

I'm urging you to give this appeal maximum publicity.

The safe return of Jonjo depends on it.

D.C.I. Smilie, how long have you known about this?

I have no comment to make on any of this.

I'm here solely to appeal for the safe return

of Jonjo Patterson.

If I could have everybody's attention, please.

If I could have everybody's attention, please!

Annie?

- No, no, no, no, no. - It's not been confirmed.

It's not like that. It's not like that.

I want him gone! Do you hear?

I had no idea he was...

Hijacked that for his own agenda.

Supposed to be restricted bloody parking!

This is Loch bloody Ness we're talking about!

Thanks to Albrighton, you're going to be operating

- with the world's press up your ass, - There's something I need to talk...

wet-nursing a community in meltdown.

You read his book?

I don't need to read his book. I work with him.

Sees his sister's face in every victim.

My advice, get rid.

Bring in somebody with two feet on the ground.

- Before you go into... - P.C. Denny, blue Mercedes van on Canal Road.

Looks like it was parked by the blind one from Peters and Lee.

- Who? - Doesn't matter who.

Sort it out.

I make one call, forget promotion.

- You don't dump this on me. - You brought him in here.

- And I haven't even started on the... Before you...

What in the name of fuck is this?

It's a communications hub. Superintendent's orders.

Bloody bastard.

You on a break?

What? - Frank.

He had one of his Krakatoas.

There's blood and snot everywhere.

Why do I always miss the fun?

Probation Service been trying to get in touch.

Annie!

- What's happened? Nothing.

12 hours airborne, come home for a kip.

Dafty here is getting ready for college.

The parents I've spoken to are keeping their kids home.

Evie's going in.

You see?

There's one dead, one missing, stuff we can't mention,

and you're telling me it's safe?

Mhari, it's your call.

My opinion, if we're sensible, we're safe.

You end up at the bottom of a cliff, don't come running to me.

12-hour shift?

I still can't feel my arse.

Shame, 'cause no one else will.

- When's Evie off? - Hm.

Today we are straddling two horses.

Yep, for a change.

Without neglecting the jobs you were assigned,

anyone you talk to today,

ask if they have seen or had any contact

with John Joseph Patterson in the last 24 hours.

A few of you have asked if we've established a link

between the Swift murder and the heart.

Not yet. Forensics are working on it.

Chief Inspector, is there something I can help you with?

Just seeing how it's done.

D.S. Redford has some news.

- The DNA? - Yep.

In the hope that it'll help us identify the heart,

the Crown Office have allowed voluntary DNA testing

of all adults in the Lochnafoy area.

I know. Miracle.

In the first pass, we'll target males aged 24 to 44.

Treat any refusal as suspicious.

So, on top of everything else,

you're a probation officer, as well?

You'll have Nicole Patterson back as soon as Jonjo shows up.

Okay. Do you want a tea, coffee?

Kettle's just boiled.

Let's just keep it formal.

Y-Yeah, sure.

You know this has to be daily until we catch...

Of course.

It's a bit early for that, isn't it?

That was last night.

Leighton...

What's happening in this town is bound to remind you of...

If you need help, we can pay for counseling.

I spent 20 years talking about what I did.

And therapy helped you understand

why you did those things.

A wound doesn't heal if you keep opening it up.

I don't want to mention the car.

Are you serious?

Evie?

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Why didn't you show me this last night?

- Well, you were asleep. - Since when did that bother you?

Sometimes Jonjo does stuff to get your attention.

Uh, are you keeping that?

For the time being.

W-What is it?

Last night we were almost killed.

Some maniac drove us off the road.

- Where? - Road to Foyers Point,

where we were supposed to meet Jonjo.

Evie?

She didn't want to tell you because she took your car.

Cheers.

Point to where you think it started following you.

Uh... about here.

There's a speed camera just after the hydroelectric dam.

Unless it came off a side road, we should get an I.D.

Can you describe the vehicle?

Well, it didn't have its lights on.

- At first. - Then it had them on full beam.

- Couldn't see a thing. - Any witnesses?

Bethan McGrellish's dad.

He came over to see if we were okay.

Could he have come from the car that was chasing you?

I don't know. Maybe.

Are you going to arrest Dr. Marr?

That's not a question we'd ever answer.

What about Jonjo's message?

We'll take appropriate steps.

- I'm sorry. - No, no, no.

How old is your daughter?

18.

You can't be responsible for everything they do.

When I was 18, I went to see Prince at Maine Road.

Me and Shona Worthington snuck into his hotel

and managed to get into his room.

God. Did... Did anything...

No, no. No, he was an absolute gentleman.

Unfortunately.

Okay, um, here's what we need to do.

Interview Dr. Marr. He's due here in 10 minutes.

Then pay Don McGrellish a visit.

Bit convenient, him just being there.

And drive up to Foyers Point and see what you can see.

No problem. On it.

"On it"?

Touch the icon to activate a trace.

Shouldn't it beep or something?

Either Jonjo's phone is out of range

or the battery's been removed.

When that changes, you'll get a signal.

Right. I also need you to track that phone.

- Is it yours? - It's my daughter's.