Sawney: Flesh of Man

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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 hey!

- Take it.

- Sh*t, 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!

- F*** you!

- No. F*** you.

A**hole.

Sh*t!

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 your job!

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 my job.

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 leaded me...

He leaded me to lie..."

Mmm.

"I 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. I... 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 f***ing 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 a**hole.

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.

Let me get you a drink.

Still on the heavy water, hmm?

I'm fine. Later.

Listen...

off the record,

I've never told you this...

and I mean...

I've never told you this...

but when we discovered the remains

of Charlotte McIntyre,

it was like no other find

we'd ever had before.

Look at this.

Yeah, I know.

I've already seen this. It's not pretty.

Her decomposed head and feet

were all we found of her body

and we had to identify

through dental records and DNA.

What do you mean, her head and feet?

What about the rest of it?

What about her arms,

her hands, the other bits?

That's it.

They're not hers.

What do you mean

they're not hers?

The rest of the remains

belong to other victims.

- Jesus Christ. Why didn't you tell me?

- Because we didn't know

at that time,

and headlines like this

would have guaranteed

a mass panic.

I do hope you're not driving.

Walking.

BIIII:

What...

So how many

are we talking here?

This is mass murder.

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