All language subtitles for Taggart s01e01 Killers [Pilot]

Thank you.

Oh, she came in late again last night.

You're the one who said she's a big girl
now.

It was near one o 'clock.

Did she get up and speak to her?

Not right, darling.

Tiger.

Morning.

Thank you, Lee.

Jogger found her earlier this morning.

Five minutes past seven.

Bit cold for that.

Aye, but we've had three past two since
then. Down here, sir.

Morning, sir.

Who are you?

Detective Sergeant Livingston, sir. I
just got here myself.

All right, thanks.

Strangulation of the ligature. We don't
have ligatures in Maryhill.

Young woman, aged about 20, strangled.

Lying face up with an obstetric
position.

No immediate evidence of sexual assault.

Hands crossed on body.

Possible weapon, uh... Stalking. No
marks of knots.

Abrasions on left cheek.

Large clump of hair cut from right side
of head, exposing scalp.

Loose hairs near head.

Time of death, 12 .25, sir.

Our watch broke in the struggle.

I made a few notes of my own before you
got here.

In situ?

A reference to our undergarments.

Our knickers good enough for you?

Must have flung it.

Obviously.

Ah, be careful.

What bit of a team's that?

Edinburgh University.

Sentimental value.

Bit old for it, aren't you?

Keeps my neck warm.

Shite. That's vital evidence.

How much longer am I going to be kept
waiting here?

Hard to say, sir.

Wish I'd rather find it.

Somebody has to.

It's empty, sir. Sorry about the
accident.

Good old way.

Hey! Not near the locust. Sorry, sir.

I took a brief statement from the
jogger.

You'll probably want to talk to him
yourself.

Mr. Martin Ingress.

He's a lecturer in languages of the
African Horn.

Bit cold for swimming, isn't it?

Detective Sergeant Livingston.

Andrews. This way, sir.

It's been very good six hours.

Oh, what's stopped the break?

Good morning, Jim.

Going to be.

Morning. Hello, Mrs. Tennant. Here, I
suppose it's too early for this murder

be in the papers.

What murder's that?

The Kelvin, won't we? The police have
been there all morning.

No, a man, unfortunately.

A woman.

They say she was raped and strangled.

Did you want something?

I want something.

Twenty kensiters, please.

Ah, well, it's getting so you don't feel
safe even in your beds.

What's the matter?

Eh? A girl's been murdered.

The police have shut the whole walk off.

Eh, and get a pie while we're at it.

What? Well, I wouldn't have wanted a
cold one.

Do you remember that book I bought here?

Do you mind? It was about all the bodies
found up and down Scotland.

That was a butler. In Glasgow?

Aye. No, no Glasgow. London. But he came
up here to dump them. Oh, that's just

like the English. Aye, is it? No.

One twenty -three.

I think we should bring back... Hang on,
Sam. Give them something to think

about. Cheerio. Cheerio.

And he'll be respectable to a wife and
kids. I bet you anything.

Mr,

uh, English.

Inglis, with an I.

Come this way regularly?

Look, I've already given details to the
young constable.

Oh, well, you know these young ones,
sir.

Every morning.

About the same time?

Give or take half an hour.

Ever find a deed buried before?

What sort of question's that?

No.

Must have come as quite a shock.

I suppose you're used to it. The police
don't see life or death.

Only offences.

Ah, well, that's the popular belief.

Look, I'm very cold.

I've not eaten any breakfast.

You're at Glasgow University?

A lecturer in languages.

Of the African Horn.

My wife took an MA in sociology there.
Gives the odd lecture.

What's her name?

Taggart. Jean.

In a wheelchair?

Do you enjoy jogging?

I like to keep fit.

I believe we're born with so many
heartbeats to use up. Why waste them?

Do you know who she is?

Not yet.

Seen a strangulation before?

Yes.

Always surprises me how serene they
look.

Almost Buddha -like.

Why do you think she was laid out like
that?

It's not for me to look into the minds
of killers.

I'd say between 12 and 1.

Bears up the time on the watch. Lucky
stroke, that.

That's allowing for the rise in
temperature due to asphyxia. That's

What do you think was used?

Stocking.

Certainly not a hard cloth.

And scissors?

Well, scalping like that is unusual.

Red Indian.

Not many of them in Glasgow.

Where are you from?

Green Old Division.

Just promoted.

Originally? Edinburgh.

University? Yes.

You're lucky with Jim Taggart.

Good luck to you.

I don't like educated people that find
deep bodies at seven in the morning.

We're just educated people, son.

You've been cheeky.

So you're a flyer.

I did my course in London and Borders.

And flew off course.

Glasgow's a hard city.

I'm aware of that.

What public school did that accent come
out of?

Matthew Kerr's Academy for Boys.

You wait here.

I like you as a good man.

The best.

You've got a good team.

He's gone now.

A new breed of men, Jim, you know that.

It's his attitude, Doc.

Come on, you're too good a man yourself
for that personality coming through.

I have to work with him.

He has a good record.

I don't care about his record.

In fact, Doc, you and I came up the same
way, Jim. A long, slow

climb. I know how you feel. I felt that
way, too.

Graduates jumping in where we spent
years slogging.

That's the new way.

Live with it.

I'll make he won't come back.

I'll never know why he did it.

He was your friend.

Not as confident, it seems.

It was a personal decision.

He was a good copper.

A deeply unhappy one.

At least now he's found his purpose.

Livingston's found his to annoy me.

Nobody's asking you to marry him, Jim.
Work with him on this one case. What, 48

hours? Come in.

Excuse me, sir.

It's a message from Detective Sergeant
Livingstone.

They've found the purse 500 yards down
the road and they've identified the

Hello. Hello, Tom.

You tell him that boy has had no right
keeping the route to this time. And you

should be ashamed of yourself. My father
never let me in.

Here, I'll have a word with you. I don't
get this.

Billy wants to apologise to her.

For what?

Well, he came home alone.

Do you want your breaker?

What could have happened?

Where is she?

Billy left her last night.

Mrs. Valentine?

Yes? Was police officer...

Are you going to tell them?

No, Billy couldn't have done this.

How?

It was on the news.

Strangled.

They left him.

Nobody's blaming you, son.

Where?

On the walkway.

The police will want to talk to you.

I left her on the walkway.

I left her!

I grew up with the notion that Glasgow
was a depressed area.

Don't you insult my green city.

I wasn't trying to insult it.

Tenements, alcohol and pawn shops,
that's what you grew up with.

The image everybody carries.

Look around you.

Do you see any bloody noses?

Were you born here?

A mile out way.

I remember you coming and giving a talk
at Tully Island about the Texas hunt.

The crowd was still battered even today
with a few turns in front of it. It was

that crawler's boat.

Have you finished?

Perhaps there's port to follow.

Well, Billy.

I didn't do it.

So why run?

I was scared. Of what?

Being arrested.

I was with her on the walkway, but...
But what?

I had no reason, did I? No reason to do
what?

Whatever.

Well, who says that's why you're here?

It is, isn't it?

When my dad told me what happened, then
I saw you coming.

So, you were just walking her home?

Yes. Well, why didn't you walk her all
the way?

We had a row. And you killed her? No!

I left her.

In the what way?

Wasn't he very gentlemanly, was he? I'm
not a gentleman.

We had a row about going to a disco.

I wanted her to go to one, she didn't.
Why were you on... Castors.

Why were you on the walkway?

We often walked home that way. Because
it's dark. Because it's there.

It wasn't a serious row. I liked Eileen.

Only liked her?

She was different.

How different?

Just different.

Different because you couldn't have your
own way with her?

She's got a filthy mind.

Oh, no, Billy.

It's not my mind that's filthy.

Can I see your solicitor? I've already
explained. That would hinder us.

Then I want my dad.

Are you set on being difficult?

What time did you leave Irene in the
walkway? I don't know.

After twelve sometime.

Where did you leave her?

Gary Oak Road.

Can you tell me?

There.

And you didn't walk any further on? No.

Why didn't you go to Caster's on your
own? I don't enjoy it.

Why don't you tell us why you rowed? You
wanted your leg over on the walkway.

You're perverted.

Oh, come on, son.

I was your age.

I know what it's like.

Well, not all the same.

What is it like, Billy?

Answer, man!

I can't!

I swear to God, I never did it. Do you
believe in God, Billy?

No. Well, you'd better start, because
you're in big trouble.

Well, a man has to wait until he's 65.

But a woman at retirement age can look
forward to living and enjoying her

pension for 20 years.

She was okay.

She was a quiet girl.

She didn't care much for the dancing.

I wouldn't... Wouldn't what?

I don't even know what happened to her
yet.

What do you think happened to her?

My dad said she'd been strangled.

What with?

That's all he said.

Did you strangle her? No.

What did you use, Billy?

I didn't use... You didn't use what?
You're trying to trap me. Use what?

Anything. Anything at all.

I left her down there. Well, who do you
think it was? The Boston Strangler

lurking about down there in the bushes?
I don't know.

He was alone.

It's the truth.

It's a fabrication, Billy, and you know
it. You didn't care one jot about

leaving Eileen down there strangled, did
you?

I phoned to apologise.

When? After I left her. From a call box
on the way home.

It was late. I put the phone down.

Are we going to charge him?

He had the opportunity.

He had the motive.

You mean thwarted sexual desire?

That's happened.

Are we going to charge him now?

It's all circumstantial for the moment.

Well, we can't keep him here.

You'd better find something.

If he telephoned on his way home to
apologise for killing her, it would

his favour, if the Bantines remember the
call.

Take DC Grant round with you, see if
they do.

Hey.

Don't jog their memories too much.

How are you two getting on?

Me and the RAC membership committee.

You may have an opportunity, Jim. You
may have a motive.

You need that murder weapon.

Have you any news?

Not yet, I'm afraid, no.

Is there anything you'd like to add to
what you've already told us?

No.

You still think Billy did it?

Last night, do you remember a phone
call?

It rang, there was no... What time?

Quarter to one.

You're sure of that? I looked at the
clock.

What happened?

I answered that it rang off.

Did Annie's watch ever run fast or slow?

What's this got to do, Ian? The time's
very important in an inquiry.

You're not supposed to be here, Mr
Dalglish.

I'll accuse my partner. You were warned
to stay away.

At a time like this?

It's still sub -Judithy. What?

Your presence here can be... Look, I've
been questioned for two hours.

Billy's bedroom's been searched and he's
never been home.

And you've had him there for how long?

You've put us in a difficult position by
being here. But just because he ran

away... You think Billy did it?

Look, you've got to answer him.

No, we haven't. But if my boy
couldn't... He couldn't do a thing like

Eileen's killer's loose.

And you're questioning the wrong man.

I came here to help him.

You're not even one of us.

My God.

Now they're leaving it to kids.

And there.

They're afraid of the natives.

Are you the police?

Yes. He's inside.

What's happening, sir?

The Mint's having a go.

Mint?

Superintendent Murray.

Personality conflict. He refuses to talk
to me.

Well, the same.

Is there time for this?

Sherlock Holmes and his violin.

Who can play it?

The same again.

Billy's dad was there. He shouldn't have
been. Well, he was.

And that didn't make it very easy.

Where's your scarf?

I lost it.

You're going to make a murder squad
detective.

I don't believe Billy did it. I do.

Perhaps you want to believe him.

There's a lot of things I want to
believe.

Like respect.

I can't talk to you, sir, while you're
saying this.

What's your drink?

Lager and blackcurrant. You can buy that
yourself.

Half a pint of lager and blackcurrant,
please.

Sitting in for something, are you?

Tiny, do you text your sergeant
Livingston?

You got that?

Strandler yet?

Oh, come on. You should know better.

I'd like to work with you, sir, not
against you.

Cheers. Well, the phone rang. Of course,
it's one.

How do we know we're in three's mind?

If only the ground hadn't been too hard
for footprints.

I still think you're wrong.

I'm sorry.

Why?

Because it's so circumstantial.

It was the detective, Chief Inspector
Wallace.

Bastard man.

I worked with him on a dozen inquiries.

He used to say that, uh...

A nose for the truth was a talent.

He either had it or he hadn't.

The bastard never made a wrong jump.

It is six hours, isn't it?

Can I go?

I didn't do it, Dad.

I know it's not.

Right, can I let her in now?

Yeah, go on.

Come on, do it.

Yeah, this is it.

This is it.

Happy birthday, Mrs. Oh, happy birthday,
dear.

What's that? What's that?

Hey, look at that.

Oh, isn't that lovely? Go, go.

They'd lock us up as if we'd be in the
woods.

Did you hear the police are making house
to house and clouds in the block?

Are they? They must have missed us.

What if?

Hey.

I've got to go to school in a minute.
Look, dirty floors can wait.

Dirty thoughts can't.

Right.

Where did you take Butte for your walk
today?

Brookhill Park.

Did you find out anything?

About what?

The murder.

No.

Only there was a young woman.

And she was strangled.

You're terrible.

Stop it. Stop it.

Chuck it in. Chuck it in.

You were on the walk with Butte last
night.

So I was.

Maybe it was you.

Maybe.

Come here.

You look me to be past this stage.

How do you want it to be?

The other cleaners, they're always going
on about the arguments they have with

their husbands.

How do you talk about us?

Sometimes.

And what do you say?

That we're happy.

That we never argue.

And what do you think we're secreters?

You're home -loving.

And loyal.

Yeah.

I know it's not much of a home.

It's got you and Bute in it.

One day we'll get something in the
ground, eh?

My garden.

And they lift, they get the piston.

Oh, God, look at the time I need to go.

Aye, OK.

Hey, watch out for the strangler. I
could take care of myself.

Anyway, I'm not likely to walk down
there on my own at night, am I?

Cheerio.

To you.

Bye -bye, Peter.

A day gone, sir.

Nothing to show for it.

House to house?

Nothing.

Probably don't seem willing to come
forward either.

All friends and acquaintances checked
out. The ones that were.

She seemed a quiet living girl.

Only the coal merchant's daughter, but
she died a virgin.

What about Tommy Douglas, the partner of
Billy's dad?

Played in castle too with friends.

What about the people we know?

In this line.

Sir.

Sorry, I didn't bring you one.

That's all right.

Cocoa affects my ulcer.

Didn't know you had one, sir.

Why don't you two go home to your bed?
You look like you need it.

There's a few petals on the daisy yet.

You should relax more, Jim.

You play golf?

Tennis, sir. There's some good golf
clubs in Glasgow.

Some good tennis clubs as well, sir.

Uh -huh.

Alec McGowan.

All right, all right, I'm coming.

Oh, God.

It's you.

Hello, Wilma.

This is Detective Sergeant Livingston.

I thought about the gondola. I remember.

Is your brother about?

We've been visited.

They were the angels.

I'm God.

Oh, wait here.

Oh, could this not have waited till the
morning?

Just get him. He was here all night.

Whatever happened to the penny, Dainty?

Cost two now.

I suppose Matthew Kerr's schoolboys had
better things to do with their pocket

money. I saved it.

To pay for the university education.

God, would you look at that.

Something not disgusting.

Depends on your taste, sir.

Depends on having any.

Hello, Mr. Taggart.

Ah, look. Sorry to get you out of your
bed.

I've already been questioned.

Well, you know how these inquiries are.

Suspects get interviewed, questionnaires
filled out, statements taken.

This is Detective Sergeant Livingston,
by the way.

Hello. Mr McGowan.

I believe you were in your bed last
night.

Most people are at that time.

Not everybody was.

I've got to watch my blood pressure
these days.

High, is it? I can show you my pills.

I'm surprised you're not angry.

I mean, here we are, questioning you
about a murder.

Why should we do that?

I don't know.

I mean, you only raped a lassie. That's
not half as serious.

Like I said, I've got high blood
pressure.

Of course, there was that attempted
murder, Trash, that was dropped. I held

doon, that's all.

You nearly choked the bloody life out of
her.

That was 12 years ago.

We moved for bland to have to get away
from people like you. Now, so far, we've

kept it quiet here.

Let's hope it stays that way.

People don't understand it. I did my
time. All I want to do now is forget it.

I haven't touched a woman since Matthew
on his tooth.

Do you know there's a pair missing?

Oh, there is?

Can you explain it?

What should I be able to?

I can.

Thought you had him, eh?

Really that easy?

Where's your place?

I've rented a flat in Hillhead.

You can drop me off.

You want to get to know Glasgow, my
green city?

What?

Sorry, sir. Can't come any further this
way.

I always walk my dog this way.

Hello there. It's you now, eh?

Come this way regularly, then, sir?

Right. You wouldn't have been down here
night before last, about midnight?

That's possible.

Well, try and think.

I walked this way about half eleven.

Did you see anyone?

No. You heard there was a murder down
here?

I heard.

Chief Inspector might want to have a
word with you, sir.

Okay. Your name?

Michael Boyd.

Your address, Mr Boyd?

Flat 49, Knight's Head Tower.

Up there.

Have you already been questioned, Mr
Boyd?

No. That's funny. Don't house the house
inquiries in that block.

We're out a lot.

Ah. Your occupation?

I'm unemployed.

Ah, looking for work, I suppose, eh?

You should consider joining the police,
Mr Boyd. We could do with some extra

hands.

OK, Mr Boyd. If that's everything.

That's everything.

Here.

Come on.

Mitch.

Are you sure you don't want

me? I'm sure.

If he finds out you went in there on
your own... Just wait here.

What do you want?

No athletics this time.

I'm not in the mood.

I thought you always traveled in pairs.

What's that?

I asked them to learn us songs.

You like working with your hands.

That Mr. Taggart, does he still think I
killed Eileen?

Did you?

No. I had no reason.

So you say.

See these hands.

See when I get one, whoever did.

I wish you'd said that yesterday. I
wasn't given the chance.

You had six hours. I suppose you wanted
me to break down and cry.

Something like that.

Have you ever sat in a strange room and
been accused of murder?

Like you expected a flame up any minute?

Who said that happens?

It happens.

Okay, maybe you're not the sort. But
I'll tell you, it's scaring.

It scares every other thing out of you.

Even sorrow?

Look, I'm a coward.

I suppose that's why I ran away.

You thought it was all tough classical
talk, did you?

You with a posh Edinburgh accent.

I can't help the way I am.

Why did you come here?

Reasons. Look, I don't like the police.

I've never had any reason to.

I don't mind you, though.

That telephone call, did you mention it
to anyone else?

I should have.

If it wasn't just a story.

God's truth.

You don't believe in God.

I'll believe in fairies if you convince
that Mr. Taggart.

I want to see a solicitor.

We're under no obligation to let you do
that, Mr. Inglis.

You could apply causing a hindrance to
any interview if you wanted.

We don't, though.

You'll only be here a few minutes, Mr.
Inglis.

I have a study group in half an hour.
Just tell us why you lied about your

movements on Thursday night.

Can't one find a body without becoming a
suspect?

I'm glad you're here.

Sorry? Look, I said I was in all night
because... because I didn't think you'd

bother to check.

I went to a club with a friend of mine.

What kind of club?

It's called the Centaur Club.

He came back with me afterwards.

Stayed the night?

Till two in the morning.

He's one of my students.

Languages of the hall.

What's his name?

David Scott, I'd rather you... Age?

19. The legal age is 21?

Yes, but... But what?

It's only two years. The legal age is
21. Does it matter, sir?

What are you?

Some kind of champion of the underdog?

No, sir.

Member of your study group, is he?

Yes.

I'd hate him to be anxious.

I think you were unfair, sir.

If you and me are going to work
together, there are a couple of things

better get straight.

Such as?

Number one, you've got five minutes to
eat that.

Number two, rank.

I just think you're unnecessarily
bigoted.

A bigot?

Me?

Listen, I've turned blind eyes.

But when somebody wastes my time to
protect a wee bit of illicit nookies...

still think you're unfair.

Oh, you do, do you?

I had gay friends at university.

You're not a Mary Poppins yourself.

No.

Oh -ho, now we're touchy, aren't we?

What do you take?

History and economics.

Fast? I mean, honest.

Just to please Mummy and Daddy.

That's it.

Don't even force it.

Stepped down, was it?

Sort of.

Come round, have they?

No.

My dad wanted me to be a tram diver.

Why?

He was wanting his eyesight filled.

Used to come in here with my mother.

Sat over there.

Two wee people.

Not a lot to live for.

You were born new here, then?

A mile that way.

Sir. I hope you're satisfied.

What about, Wilma?

Upset in your Alec. Just a friendly
chap.

Victimisation. Routine.

You put his blood pressure up.

I'll bring it back down.

There's a killer out there.

Why don't you go and get after him?

Too doubtfully tiny.

The bird is there. Gentlemen.

Hi. Hello, beaut. How's it going?

All right.

I'm just going to phone my mum. Not to
ask her on, I hope.

Present.

You shouldn't. Look, a beaut can have
birthday soap on you.

It isn't yet.

This is an expensive one. I know.

You shouldn't waste your money.

Well, try it on.

Smell. Sushi.

Where'd you get it?

In town.

I saw it with a policeman down there.

No, what about it?

That murder.

Did you find out anything?

He's going to send an inspector up to
see us.

Why is?

Because I told him I walked about that
way.

Would you want to go and get him lost?

Why?

Would you go along with something?

What?

Just say it was half a living I was down
there, okay?

Well, it was, wasn't it?

Look, just say.

Would

you

like some tea? I made some scones. Yes,
please. No, thanks.

Come on. Off the mountain's me.

I don't mind dance.

Honestly, sometimes our bum's no clean.
Come on.

There you go.

Do you walk her down there right early?

Yeah, every night.

He hasn't managed the last two nights,
have you, Michael?

No.

Were you down there the night before
last?

What, the night before the murder?

Aye. Ah, about half eleven.

Sure it wasn't later?

He was back here by quarter to twelve.

Did you see anyone else hanging around?

No.

Must be dark down there at night.

Yeah. Ah, carry a torch.

He's worked it often enough.

Ever, um...

Ever seen anyone suspicious hanging
about in there?

Well, I see other people, but never...
Well, never any looking funny.

How funny?

Well, suspicious.

It's mostly other dog walkers. And
joggers.

Do you think it was somebody that lives
local?

No, we don't know.

Look, I wish I could be more helpful.

You ever see that girl before?

Is she the one?

No. Sorry.

Well, if you happen to remember
anything, let us know.

Aye, I will.

Michael, write the man's name down.

Oh, I would say it's Mr Taggart. Here,
take one of these.

Thanks. I've never had the police here
before.

Not that unpleasant an experience.

That's an attractive perfume you're
wearing.

I treat myself now and again.

I will not take up any more of your
time.

I'll see you out.

Thanks, mate.

Sorry, could you be any more helpful?

Don't think of a poster campaign as a
sign of failure.

I do, sir.

You can't crack every case in 48 hours.

We're no up yet.

If there's some public response, that'll
be a success.

It seems such a simple one at first.

Ha ha, go off like that.

It's often the simplest shots that turn
out the most difficult.

I'll take your word for it.

You should help golf when this is over.

Ease that tension a bit.

I've always said you needed a hobby.

I have my own car tonight.

You know what haunts me?

Knowing it's Billy Boy and not being
able to prove it.

Why did he cut her hair off at the
roots?

What did he do with it?

He could be telling the truth.

Or he could be clever.

Six hours kept all right.

It'll have to be.

See you in the morning.

You live alone?

Yes, sir.

Will you stop calling me that?

I thought you'd be fixed up.

There was someone in Edinburgh.

Young and pretty, was she?

I nearly married her.

Why didn't you?

She didn't want to be married to a
priestess. She had brains.

What do you think?

Murder, murder, police, three stairs up.
What?

Used to be a kid's street ring.

Domestic murder.

Nice and easy.

Easy to solve.

48 hours.

Not 10 days or 10 bloody weeks.

You think we've got a maniac?

I worked for eight months on the
Samantha Bell murder. 18 hours a day for

months.

And the end, they caught him because he
had no rear lights.

Excuse me, sir. I remember where I've
seen her. Where?

The video shop on Duncranin Street. She
runs the place.

This used to be a chemist.

Are you going for any of this?

Last time I was at the pictures, I saw
the sound of music.

That was in the days when people at home
read books.

You're a snake.

You know that?

Somebody has to be.

Yes?

Detective Chief Inspector Tiger.

Detective Sergeant Livingston.

Do you recognise that?

I gave it to Susan.

Was it expensive?

No.

How long did she work for you?

Six months.

Her birthday, was it?

No.

It just suited her.

Did she have any family, Mr. Patterson?

Her cousin.

Well, not a real cousin. She was
adopted.

Though not very...

They weren't very close. What about
parents?

Both dead.

I suppose you'll want to know how I met
her.

Well, it was in London, although she's
from Glasgow originally.

She worked for one of my suppliers as a
typist.

I offered her this job managing the
shop.

Experience, was she?

I gave her the experience.

No one had ever trusted her before.

Where'd she stay?

With Francis, her cousin.

More out of convenience.

What time did she leave the shop last
night?

Five o 'clock.

She said she wasn't feeling well.

Why didn't you see her home?

Why should I have?

I worked late in the office last night
until nine.

The vat men are due next week.

The business to be in has its risks.
Obviously.

How many branches do you have?

Four.

I don't smoke, son. Never have.

No vices at all.

I'm not sure what you mean by that. That
Susan McGuire was young enough to be

your daughter.

Did you have no conscience about that? I
haven't got a daughter.

Any children?

We had a son.

Died of meningitis when he was three.

Did you have anything with her? A bag?

A red canvas thing.

And what was in it?

How should I know that?

Did she normally walk home by the canal?

Canal? Which way did she go?

Summerston.

Why the canal?

She said she wasn't feeling well. I sent
her home.

Who else was she friendly with?

Patricia. Who?

My wife.

I always thought...

Well, it usually happens to other
people.

It usually does.

I suppose you meet all of them.

Murder touches everyone's lives, Mrs.
Patterson, not just the victim.

Lapsang.

Why was she... We don't know the motive.

Sometimes there is none outside the
killer's mind.

I feel sorry for her. When did you last
see her?

Only yesterday at the shop.

With your husband there?

No, he was at another branch.

I often called in to chat to Susan
whilst I was shopping.

It's near my hairdressers.

Who was she?

Agitated.

Mind you, she was that sort of girl,
very nervy.

Nice if your one minute leaped down your
throat the next.

I suppose it had a lot to do with being
an orphan.

That must sound condescending.

A bit.

Where was your husband last night?

At the shop.

I hope you don't suspect him.

Have we any reason to?

There'll be a bit of excitement in his
life.

He likes glamour and excitement.

You have a nice house, Mrs Patterson.

Why didn't you bring his work home?

He says I'm a distraction.

It's nice to be thought of as one.

Cigarettes? No.

Like Charlie.

He hates me smoking.

I, um... I'm afraid I've got to ask you
some personal questions.

I thought you might. Like your husband's
relationship with Miss McGuire.

Miss McGuire? You make it sound so
important.

You don't suspect him, do you?

Answer me, please.

You've shown up already.

Where's that?

Kinloch Hotel, King's House, near
Rannoch Moor.

Tully and I spent our honeymoon there.

It was like going home for him. Who
stationed up there?

What regiment was he in?

The Argyles.

This, um... This affair your husband was
having.

I've had them too.

None that were any secret from Charlie.

It's the sort of marriage we have.

Call it a safety valve, if you like.

Safety from what?

Stagnation.

You don't plan it like that.

We didn't. It just happened.

Is that surprising?

Oh, I'm beyond being surprised.

What a terrible admission to have to
make.

So what was tossed for Charlie? What
makes you so sure it wasn't the other

around?

I assumed he'd tire of her like all the
others.

Others? He liked to impress them.

He can afford to.

I'm surprised he needed others.

Thank you.

Oh, it's a disgrace, so it is.

What is, Wilma?

This man's still going to boot loose.

I shouldn't think you're in much danger.

See you. Be good, Faust.

Boston Strangler, he killed 13 women.

He's the toilet we go under, I'll tell
you. Oh, shut up, will you?

He used to break into their apartments.

I'll break into yours.

Oh, any time.

Ah, it's funny though, isn't it? You
know we've got a woman going around

mothering men.

No. I think we should have one. Set the
balance straight.

Oh.

Just looking after the shop.

Neighbour, I came to find you. But I
don't see you in here, Alec.

Come on, Mum. Oh, leave me alone.

I don't want the police coming in again.

Well, you don't need me there all the
time.

Why did the police question you?

Come on, Wilma.

Don't think you're the strangler, do
you?

That's a laugh. Oh, good. He's in the
microwave. Come on, you.

Feel like it.

I'm going to pull this one with him.

All right, we're going.

That's me.

Hi.

You've been a long time.

There's been another murder, do you
hear? I heard.

Here. I don't want to read about it. It
makes me feel... What?

Unsafe.

Look, you're safe up here.

They're both women my age.

So?

I do have to go out.

Come on, think of the odds.

There's no other point, Michael.

It's all right for a man.

What's that?

A present.

You shouldn't.

Look, just keep still.

Where did you get it?

I bought it.

You can't afford it.

No. How does it look?

Well, go and see.

I still say you should.

Hello?

I've had a detective here.

I've had two.

Look.

I'm sorry about Susan.

Charlie.

Oh.

The Lord is good to all, and his tender
mercies are over all his works.

To this end Christ died and rose again,
that he might be Lord both of the dead

and of the living. For as much as the
soul of this our sister has departed

life, we therefore commit her body to
the ground, earth to earth, ashes to

ashes, dust to dust, looking to the
infinite mercy of God in Jesus Christ

Lord.

Let us pray.

O God of infinite compassion, who art
the comforter of thy children, look down

in thy tender love and pity.

What are those two doing here?

The two that they pulled at the gondola.
Yeah, Les Barker and Bunny Cotter.

Bunny?

He used to work in a sauna club.

Rumour has it he would jump on anything.

He's no connection with Obama.

They may know thy presence near and in
the assurance of thy love.

Where did he get those?

The jeans.

She uses them at the theatre. I find the
common useful at funerals. What the

hell is he doing here?

Michael Boyd.

God will watch over her, Mr. Ballantyne.
Mrs.

Ballantyne. Didn't do a very good job
down here, did he?

Mr. Taggart, I hope you're satisfied.

Why should I be, Billy?

Six years you had me.

Six years in which you got away and
killed again.

Leave him, sir.

You ever felt unwanted when I met you?

You know, there was a day when people
trusted you enough to come and speak to

you.

One silent, bloody city.

You want to find out who killed your
daughter?

Be there.

Inspector Tiger.

Lloyd.

Do you like generals?

Not especially, no.

Well, neither do I. So what are you two
doing here?

Paying respect.

With gum on your mouth.

Ain't wrong in paying respect.

For you two, where there's no pool table
and no beer, yes.

Well, we've found you a change.

From what?

The gondola.

Well, you popped into the local cemetery
for a quick burial. Come on, boys.

I'm fine, Jesus.

You're what?

You heard.

I'd put him back. I shouldn't think he'd
want you.

I'm looking for a killer, and you're not
being very helpful.

What sort of help do you need?

I need information.

It gives you a lot of confidence in our
police, doesn't it, Bunny?

A lot of confidence.

What's up?

There was a detective here a few minutes
ago.

Asking about Michael.

A detective?

He's been here before.

Is he in some kind of trouble? No.

At least don't come to Fulton Leather in
some kind of trouble, Liz.

It's about time he had a job.

Don't see why you should always be
bringing in the money. I don't mean...

up here like a pair of pigeons.

I told you, didn't I? He'd come to no
good.

It was about the murder.

They just want to know where he was last
Tuesday.

They don't think... Of course not.

They must.

Police don't ask people questions
without good reason.

Mammy, they caught routine inquiries.

Oh, eh?

What's Michael doing in their routine?

I warned you, Liz. I warned you all
along that this would happen.

Marry Michael and you'll have a life of
trouble. He's never been in trouble

before.

Come on. In you go.

I didn't know you were coming today.

I wasn't.

It's a good job I did, though.

How about Shrine?

That detective was here again.

What one?

The young one.

And what did he want?

He was asking about you.

He wanted to know where you were last
Tuesday.

About half past five.

And what did you tell him?

That you were here.

That'll have made a change.

I know Charlie Patterson well.

A shite like that plays golf, sir.

St. Peter's there to make moral
judgments.

Not you.

What do you have on him?

She followed him from London.

She was his mistress. She worked in one
of his shops.

Can I cry?

Have you seen his wife?

I know his wife.

Sit down.

You look tired.

Oh, I'm fine, sir.

Be suspicious, Jim, but keep a sense of
proportion.

I'm trying to.

Do you have any evidence that he knew
Eileen Ballantyne? Not yet.

That there was any connection between
the two?

Does there have to be?

What was his alibi for the first murder?

He was with her.

Convenient?

Plausible, in the circumstances.

Did you know what they were, sir?

I never probed into their private lives.

Well, it's not private now.

This must be difficult for you, sir.

Charlie and I grew up together on the
same side of the street.

We were going to enter the police force
together, but he joined the army

instead, where he was better suited.

Then we lost touch for a long time.

Then he started up as a builder with
severance pay, put an extension in my

house.

And we did a twin packing.

Go. I was best man at his wedding.

Well, you know what they say about
friendships outside the force, sir.

That's why I worried a bit when he went
into the video business.

No shading in being a builder, in my
opinion.

Jim. Hi, Larry. How's it going?

Fine, fine.

You're not hooked?

It's my second childhood.

Never as good as the first, are you?

Do you want a drink?

Can't stop long. Got a meeting with film
company board in ten minutes.

Let me. Fine.

Whiskey.

Half and a half pint of heavy, please.

You got that?

You got that strangle here?

Do you want your confetti?

I've got better things to do in my time.

So, why here?

It's not official.

Billy video.

Which brand?

Duncanon. Put it to the Roligan one a
while ago.

Any pirate copies?

None. Surprised he stays in business.

You reckon Duncanon suits well having a
hotel room?

Could be.

Doubt we should have got reasons.

He's got four video shops.

Hardly an empire. That went bust.

A big house in Bearsden.

A wife with expensive taste. Belongs to
a local golf club. You know the kind of

thing. He joined the army to see the
world.

Learned to survive.

Too well.

Is this personal?

No.

Who dropped by?

Be discreet.

Never met you.

They're sophisticated boys now.

Not just your wee backroom coffee and
jobs.

I mean, it's big business.

Saw a new sci -fi horror the other day.
Hasn't even been released yet.

We knew that Agent Paisley had sex.

On Cannon Street?

Aye.

How's Jean?

As well as can be expected.

Still ideals on wheels?

She gets her hands. Setting the example.

I've been looking for you. Am I a
missing person?

Must go.

See you, Jim.

Don't sink the ship.

Ship? An old pal in naval demolition.

Have you put Grant and Collins onto
Timmy Patterson? What are DCs for? You

one not so long ago.

Well, you might have told me. Well, now
you know.

What do we expect him to do?

If he so much as puts on loud socks in a
built -up area, I'll have him.

How long am I going to be here, Mr.

Patterson? As long as it takes.

I'm cut off in the Pollock Shores
branch. I've got to travel further to

here. You do know the circumstances?

Aye. Good.

Just manage the shop and try not to
scare the customers.

Morning. Morning.

Trading standards off to a special video
squad.

Mind if we have a look round?

Mr. Patterson.

What?

Oh, God. Just taking a look round.

As if I can stop you.

What's the matter?

I've been caught with half a dozen
pirated cassettes.

Is that all?

No. I'm being watched.

Watched?

By whom?

The police.

Never.

There's a car up there now.

Not very subtle.

You know what it is.

They think I'm the strangler.

What are you going to do about it?

I've already done something.

He looks like he's in for the night.

I wish we were.

I hate long watches.

Why don't you buy a short one?

You ready for something?

I am.

It's not your mother's pea soup, is it?

My mother makes very good pea soup.

That looks like a men's car.

What?

The super, money.

Charlie?

Sir?

Robert.

Thanks for coming.

I shouldn't be here, you realise that?

Well, I appreciate it.

Would you like a drink, Robert?

No, thanks, madam.

Well, maybe just a...

Small Dubonnet in lemonade.

How's Miriam?

She's well.

She's painting the bathroom tonight.

Pink.

How's business?

Oh, I got stung with half a dozen
pirated cassettes.

I did warn you.

I don't take risks knowingly.

Thank you.

What did you want to see me about?

Do you see that blue escort out there?

There are two of your men in that.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm being watched, Robert, and I can do
without it.

I didn't know about this.

No, of course not.

Tiger's in charge of this case.

No, but you're above him.

Does he seem heavy -handed?

I'll say he's heavy -handed.

I find him quite understanding.

I'm sorry I did.

What's he understanding about?

Our marriage?

It's something to be ashamed of, is it?
Look, I don't want to become involved in

your personal lives. The police are
involved.

Yes, indeed.

Look, Robert, I don't want to pull
friendship into this. You already have.

What are friends for, Robert?

They have a place, Pat. This isn't one
of them.

I'm being watched like a common
criminal.

Something must be eating that man the
way he interviewed me.

Are you making a complaint against them?

Just get him off my back.

I'll, uh... I'll talk to him.

Just talk?

How long have we known each other?

Charlie, we were boys together.

But it was a long time ago.

How did she manage to kiss him through
that thing?

You never care when she stays out late.
Who says?

You never show it.

She's not a child.

Besides, you never worry when I'm out.

You're used to going out.

And what do you want her to get used to
staying in?

Being afraid.

How's the new sergeant?

Efficient.

Changed your tune about him? Not changed
my tune.

He's efficient, that's all.

Well, I hope you don't drive him to
being a then Buddhist like Al Mackie.

I never drove Al Mackie.

Just found something else.

Where have you been?

Opening a Ben's wine bar.

You came back on the bike with that?

Yeah, great.

You had a good time then.

So long as nobody spoils it. That time,
Alison.

Through that again?

We never go through it because there's
never enough time in this house.

It's hardly my fault. I'll leave you two
to argue. Good night.

It's always the same. Stay here.

You tell her.

It's after twelve.

Long after. She knows what time it is.

You just don't want her to go out at
all.

We never meet unless by accident.

You didn't go to bed last night, did
you?

Of course I did.

You sat here all night, I know.

It's warm.

If we'd had central heating put in.

But no.

Nobody's ever in this house long enough
to merit doing anything. Now, that's not

true. I'm not complaining.

I just don't like being the butt, that's
all.

I must go to bed.

Get some proper sleep.

I can get some pills.

It's not pills I need.

It's a reason for going.

I've got an early shift.

You wouldn't believe it, but that's
reason enough for me.

Is he?

He has a type, wouldn't you say?

You're up early.

I couldn't sleep.

They're still there.

I think it's the next shift.

You think we shouldn't light them in for
breakfast?

That's not very funny.

It can't be for them either.

Whose side are you on?

Did you miss her?

Yes, I missed her.

I just wondered.

I thought I'd catch you before you left.

A cup of tea, sir? No, thanks.

I saw Charlie Patterson last night.

That must have been nice.

He's under surveillance.

And now that's too sophisticated a word
for it. He's being harassed. There must

be a new definition of the word.

Why?

Ach, they were supposed to watch him. No
shit'll be there.

I asked you why, and why I wasn't
informed.

Because if he's our man, he'll not get a
chance to go out and do it again.

Oh, come on.

One more woman's gonna be safe.

For the same token, you might as well
put the whole of Glasgow under

surveillance. Oh, I would like to, sir.

I would like to.

You used to be subtle, Jim.

Shrewd. You used to play your hunches.
Didn't hammer them. Who's getting at

This man.

He comes out of the shadows.

Leaves no clues.

Nobody sees him.

He has no motive.

Can I ask an impertinent question?

Go ahead.

If he wasn't an old friend, would it
make a difference?

Yes.

An impertinent question.

Everything's at home.

All right, why?

And, Gene, what's the most that's got to
do with it? Take none interest.

See, nobody likes this sort of crime,
Jim.

Wondering if, when, the killer might
strike again.

If you're becoming emotionally
involved... Who says?

I could tell you.

If you want him.

What would you want to do, then?

Very well.

Find some evidence or leave Charlie
Patterson alone.

Is that an order?

If you like.

Gordon, take your lunch.

It's too early. Take it.

New manager.

Relief. Which it will be when he goes.

Thanks, by the way.

What for?

Well, getting rid of them.

Ah.

Coffee? No, thanks.

Lunch? On me?

Wouldn't be the thing, Charlie.

No, perhaps not.

Life's far stranger than any of this
fiction, eh? It sure is.

Miriam's talking about wanting a
machine.

Hiring films?

Any time.

Free membership, you know that.

When would I have time?

Look, Robert.

I know I put you in an embarrassing
position.

Yes.

You did.

Sir.

I was just leaving.

See you later, Charlie.

Well?

I called to see if you remembered
anything about the contents of Susan's

If I'd remembered anything, I'd have
told you.

Well, have you any idea why she went
home along the canal?

No, I have no idea why she went home by
the canal.

You see, it's just possible she went to
meet someone.

It's just possible I might be run out of
business.

Sorry?

I got caught with half a dozen pirated
cassettes. Hello?

Naval demolition.

True what they say. The police never
leave you alone.

That depends what kind of help they get.

Why are you having Charlie watched?

Oh.

That was my sergeant's idea. He's a bit
keen.

I've put an end to it.

Won't you sit down?

Something's been bothering me since we
first met.

Oh, what?

You allow your husband to bring a
younger woman up from London, employ

carry on an affair with her.

I thought policemen were meant to be men
of the world. A woman like yourself,

Mrs. Patterson. A house like this.

It's nice things.

I always wanted a house for nice things.
I wouldn't gamble with it.

Charlie never gambled.

Well, from where I sit... I like this
house, too. I like the things in it.

Charlie provides. He's very good at
providing.

At what cost?

You want to know why I stood back? Let
him carry on.

I had a younger lover.

A boy I gave a lift to once.

He used to hitchhike up from Bradford to
see me regularly.

He was a bit of a gigolo.

But it was fun being flattered.

I enjoy flattery.

He was only 23.

He went away and I never saw him again.

I hoped she'd tire of him in the same
way, and she didn't. It strikes me you

good reason for wanting Susan dead.

What are you suggesting?

That I was jealous?

It would only be natural.

Don't you think I never thought about
her?

Them together.

Him talking to her the way we...

Where you used to tell me I was more
important, monotonously.

Now, seeing him upset over her.

Seeing him look at those love letters he
keeps locked in that drawer.

What letters?

From her in London before she came to
work for him.

I have feelings.

I've just learnt to control them, that's
all.

I'm sorry I've upset you.

No.

Just got at the truth.

What are you doing here?

Just going.

I've had it up to here with the police.

Any one policeman in particular.

If you come to my house again, I'll
report me to Robert Murray.

Me neither.

Simple.

Take her to him.

We found out things about you, Alex.

No nice things.

Who are you?

Let me go.

Your sins have found you out, son.

What sins?

It wasn't me.

I'm never honest.

Kill me, woman.

That's the poorest. They know it wasn't
me.

All this can't get you.

But we can.

This is the man.

No, it wasn't me.

This is him.

Tell them why you went to prison.

The matter.

Oh, my God.

I just wish you'd let me in on it. On
what?

This personal vendetta you have against
Patterson.

I know why he got picked on by the video
squad.

I want to find out things.

What things?

Things that weren't there.

How come he's your sort of hero?

He's not.

I just wish you'd tell me what you're
doing.

That would make a difference.

Yes. We are working on this together,
sir.

I'm an old dog.

Tiger?

Did he see who?

What's happening in this city?

They work with the Valentine clan.
You've picked them up.

I can't speak to them.

I understand them.

It wasn't your fault.

I should have guessed.

You said yourself.

McGowan never went into the gondola.

Your sister did.

So? She opened her mouth.

I still should have known.

There was a time when people told me
things.

Oh, vigilantes.

How did McGowan keep it a secret so
long?

Kept low.

Ran his shop, kept out of trouble.

See, we can keep secrets as well.

Do you really care about him?

What kind of stupid questions are?

I care about this city, the people,
what's happening.

You look like you haven't slept for
days, caring about it.

Doesn't he seem right?

A girl of 18 having an affair with a guy
like Parson. That again.

It seems right.

He's got a lot of death at his home with
love letters from her in it.

I'd like to look in that.

I think you can get a search warrant.

Aye.

I'd rather not do it, aren't we?

Reasons are more.

She must be really something.

You haven't said much tonight.

I haven't.

Is something wrong?

No.

Thought maybe we'd do another bit for
your mother.

You're taking beautiful a walk.

In a wee while.

Can I come with you?

Why? I want to.

Look, it's nice to have you here to come
back to.

Fine excuse.

Excuse for what?

Look.

See what all this guy's about?

Do you want me to walk you to the school
and wait and walk you back again?

Are you listening?

Say she was dumped from a car.

You would.

The body fluids were gathered.

She was picked up right after she was
strangled. For about an hour, I'd say.

I do know my job, you know.

One tries to teach him his.

She's been here at least a week, I'd
say.

That means she was murdered before Susan
Maguire.

Left again by water.

Establishing his pattern.

Hermann! What else? You have a copycat
killer with access to police files?

Similar look as your mom's. Hair cut
again with scissors.

Well, she certainly wasn't dressed for
his lingo, was she?

No, she wasn't.

Not open for business, Wilma.

What business?

That won't help.

But do you know?

But does anybody know?

How's Alec?

Sick like me.

He did his time.

But would they let him forget?

Will you let him forget?

Once you're in the police files, you're
a suspect all your life.

Can we see him?

What for this time? We want to eliminate
him. Aye, so did that other mob.

There's been another murder.

See that door?

There's no been a soul through that
door.

The same thing happened at the last
show. People found out what he'd gone to

prison for.

Where were you?

When? The night he got done.

Trying to catch a murderer.

Alec attacked her, lassie. Raped, Wilma.

Raped.

Aye.

But he wouldn't kill anybody.

Can we see him?

What is it?

We're moving. Going to find somewhere
else to live so that nobody will bother

us. How's your blood pressure?

He nearly had none.

Still taking the pills?

Aye.

Shall we go upstairs and talk, Ollie?

You can talk to me here in front of
Wilma. I've got nothing to hide.

Crystal Kent is dead.

We can take him down to the station and
question him, Wilma. No.

No station.

Go upstairs alone.

Who's Crystal Kent?

Go up the bloody stairs.

See you.

You'd better have a good reason for
this.

How? How well did you know her?

Oh, no well.

How did you... How do we connect her
with you?

She kept her notebook about her clients
quite revealing.

Oh, my God. When did you last see her?

I'm trying to remember.

How long had you known her for?

A year.

Two. Oh, Alec.

I thought you'd never touched a woman
since.

When you say did.

Murdered.

I haven't seen her for a week, honest.

Is that so?

How did you collect her? Where did you
go?

Corner of Blythe Street.

Was she nice, Alec? Like the others?

What others?

Same type.

Same colour of hair.

Here, Alec.

Do you like the young ones we've blown
to here?

Here? How did you collect her?

In the van.

Do you use this for?

Just a blanket.

I can see it's a blanket.

Covering stock.

You saw people when they'd look in the
little thing to break in them.

What do you use these for?

Cutting string.

A bit large for a string.

It's not a string.

It's harp.

Do you want to tell us about the Moloch?

I didn't... I didn't...

What's

this? I said soft upholstery.

I've got a blanket with hairs on it.
I've got a pair of scissors that can

into... Forced upholstery. Oh, come on.
The upholstery in that van is hard.

Look, if she'd been sitting in a hard
seat, I'd have expected to find bruising

on the back.

There wasn't any.

Her fourth feet.

Well tipped back.

Also suggested by the rigor mortis. She
was starting to stiffen when he moved

her.

Suppose he put the blanket across the
seat. No.

Thick, well folded. Soft upholstery,
well tipped back.

I'm sorry.

It's all in my report.

The

last

time I was in the cell.

Dirty hobbits and then you know.

You were talking about the blanket.

Crystal, eh?

Don't like going into their rooms.

They smell cheap.

What smells cheap?

Them or the rooms?

Both.

What do you use the scissors for?

Cutting string.

Scissors. Stone.

Stone blunts scissors.

There's a lot about me you don't know.

Right, which pub?

I cannae remember the name either.

Look, I was just sitting in an office
day and I stole it.

Look, it wasn't even plugged in.

Michael, you stole it.

All right, look.

I went for an interview for a job,
right?

Well, I went to see if they had any
interviews.

I was just sitting there, there was
nobody about.

It was some advertising agency.

Did you steal this too?

No. Did you?

Look, I always wanted you to have good
things.

No, I stole one thing with Michael.

But nobody saw me.

I suppose you want me to lie about this.

I've lied to you enough.

How good do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Those weren't the lies.

Well, what were they?

Dear Jim, may I call you Jim?

Well, I just thought I'd let you know
I'm having a short rest, doctor's

I haven't been too well.

But they don't own you, do they?

Nobody does.

I like the blonde ones best, you know.

Hope you like the enclosed. I took one
from each.

No good trying to find me, Jim.

I see the papers have given me the name
The Strangler. Well, DeSalvo had 13.

Maybe I will, too.

They look good like that, don't they?

So long, your friend The Strangler.

A nutter's file.

Not if they're here, sir.

Three individual hairs were sent with a
letter.

It's likely we'll match.

See, that refers to the Boston
Strangler.

I mean, DeSalvo did leave his victims in
the same position as ours. Do you think

that's what he means?

Who'd know the position of ours but our
killer?

DeSalvo sexually assaulted his victims.
Ours doesn't.

We adopted him.

I don't think McGowan will tell us much
more.

He hasn't told us anything.

Hairdressers. What?

They don't own you, do they?

I like the blonde ones best.

Could he be a hairdresser?

They being?

Customers.

Nice thinking.

Assuming it's genuine.

Assuming McGowan is not our man.

Well, we know he had some reason for
cutting off his victim's hair. Do we?

Do I need to remind anyone of the danger
of falling for hoaxes? He knows too

much for it to be a hoax.

Okay, Peter, get a team onto it right
away.

And let's nail McGowan if he did send
us.

Be to go, Alec.

You still think I killed a woman?

Oh, I think you've just been unlucky,
Alec.

They let you go?

Aye. They were here.

I don't know what they were looking for.

I don't know either.

Never touched a woman in here.

They weren't a real woman.

What were they?

Blokes dressed up?

Substitutes, that's what they were.

Prostitutes, that's what they were.

Don't be disgusted with me, Wilma.

Zero of them are going out and doing
what I did before.

I've got... Strong feelings, Wilma.

I'll just look at you.

I like a bath.

Pathetic, if that's what you are.

Don't let them send me away again. Our
mother was right.

Look after Alex, she said. He needs
looking after.

And there was me, no marriage, stuck
with you.

No much of a life, eh, Alex? But I stuck
it. I stuck it for you.

How many times then will you wither
them?

Just now and again.

Oh, aye.

So that you can act like some big man
for a few minutes.

Well, I'm no staying here. No in this
shop. No in this neighbourhood.

And certainly no with you. Not any
longer. Take your hands off of me, Alec.

The first will die.

Die. Aye.

I might die.

Before I've had a chance to do something
with my life.

Away from you.

One more.

Funny thing happened at the
hairdressers. Two detectives came in and

asking questions.

About any members of staff who'd been
off sick, or were off sick.

Really?

I've never asked you.

Are you married?

I have a wife.

Is this a social visit?

There's been a third murder.

One we knew nothing about.

I heard.

Does that mean you've stopped suspecting
Charlie?

I'd still like to look at the love
letters in this desk. Keeps it locked.

I do.

Why are they so important? Oh, probably
they're not.

You'd need a search warrant.

And a key.

Charlie keeps it.

Have you never been tempted to... Steal
it?

There are some things I don't want to
know.

You see, they might tell me what a girl
of Susan Maguire's age saw in a man like

your husband.

Some girls prefer older men. Like some
young men prefer older women.

I don't make a habit of it. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It was just the one.

Glad he went the way he did, without a
word.

If it'd been more of a gentleman about
it, I wouldn't have coped.

Do you love him?

He made me feel wanted.

Charlie and I had a son once.

I know.

Died of meningitis when he was three.

Charlie accused me of turning Colin into
a policeman.

Jealous?

What else?

With Susan, he's certainly got his own
back.

Some men are lucky enough to be able to.

Are you?

I live with murder, Mrs. Patterson.

It's ugly.

It's cold.

Sometimes it makes you feel cold on a
midsummer's day.

Sometimes it makes you feel nothing at
all.

Call me Pat.

Please? I'm constantly surprised how few
crimes of real passion are committed.

Disappoints you, perhaps?

Ah.

How do the French call it?

Crème passionnelle.

Right, that's it.

Here am I looking for a man that kills
for killing's sake.

A cold man.

Heartless.

I hope you find him.

Aye.

I guess that's all.

Peter, come in.

Have you seen the lab report on the
letter?

Tells us nothing. What did you expect?

Arrested many cheesy wheezes.

None.

We're checking out quite a few.

Susan Maguire's bag has surfaced.

It fits the pattern, thrown some
distance from the body.

Where was it? In a scrapyard.

This note was in a pocket, along with
two love letters written by Charlie

Patterson when she was in London.

Beautiful handwriting.

Who's RM?

Who was so anxious we lay off Patterson?

Iron's pretty big.

Give me proof of that.

Robert Murray!

Robert Murray is pretty big.

The wife, Jean, daughter, Alison.

Detective Sergeant Livingston.

Hello. Hello.

You must have caught him then.

No, I just told him to talk business.

A bit unusual.

Aye, isn't it?

I didn't realise your wife was disabled.

You're allowed to use the word.

So what do you think?

That's difficult.

Why would Susan McGuire have a note in
her bag asking for proof about Murray

written by Patterson?

She wanted to find out something about
him.

Well, their Charlie Patterson wouldn't
already know.

It has to be Murray.

Who else is pretty big?

He wanted me off the case, Peter.

You think there was a reason?

I want to look at the love letters on
Patterson's desk.

How?

I took a small liberty.

Investigated many housebreakings.

Oh, no. There's no alarm.

That careless van.

So there shouldn't be any problem,
should there?

I hope Sergeant Livingstone likes salmon
paste.

I am sure he does.

Any relation?

No. None that we can work out.

What's it like working with Dad?

Okay.

Well, what do you do?

I'm a nurse. Rockhill Hospital.

It's funny how a lot of policemen marry
nurses.

Isn't it?

Not this one. One policeman in the
family's enough.

What's up?

There's been a fourth victim.

I like McGowan.

You're yet.

I'll put them down.

Come on, what's wrong?

That. That's what's wrong.

Now, come on, there's someone else
upsetting you. No.

Look, you're balling odd socks.

Nobody seen me. If they had, somebody
would be here by now. It's thieving.

Well, where would we have got the money?
What's the people managed without?

There was the opportunity and I took it.
Oh, aye? What other opportunities do

you take?

Now, what do you mean?

You know.

I don't.

What, you think I'm the strangler?

I don't know what to think.

Look, it's not funny, Michael.

Aye, well, I think it's very funny.

Look, it's happening here, right?

It could turn out to be another case
just like the Ripper.

I wanted to collect things about it.

Is that the truth?

I used to collect scraps when I was a
kid.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Because I didn't want to upset you.

Look, I know how much this guide is.

Come on.

CP. Just thought you might fancy a wee
trip into the town shopping.

Why, what with?

There's a special offer on at
Keithley's, the dry cleaners.

I'm taking a couple of skirts in.

Is that a video machine?

Yeah. You can't afford that.

It's rented.

What with?

Michael did a job for somebody. A job?

Him? I don't believe it.

Look, if you hold on, I'll come with
you, OK?

See, before the telly came in, the kids
were quite happy listening to the

wireless.

I bet they'd get more of their school
work done.

I'd smash the lot of these video
machines, I really would.

Mummy, you've just never owned one.

No, and I'm never likely to.

You think they'd take this?

Aye, why not?

Jean and me never ate out.

In fact, we never went through a
romantic phase.

She was there, so was I.

A young copper with a head full of
dreams.

I was ambitious.

It helps if you're married.

Why are you telling me all this?

I like your company.

I expected questions.

What sort of questions?

About me and Charlie.

Why should I still be interested in
that?

I expect your marriage is an imitation,
like mine.

I'd never betray Jean, that's the
difference.

Have you never?

What?

Thinking about her problem.

Doesn't it have to be a problem?

Unfortunately, she made it one.

I, um... Yeah, I have been

unfaithful.

She made that sacrifice for me.

How very noble of her.

Noble?

A woman that lets her man take a 19
-year -old to a hotel for a weekend,

a different kind of sacrifice.

I thought we discussed all that. The
same hotel where they spent their

honeymoon.

You seem very sure of that.

Found that in Susan Maguire's bag.

It was in February they went.

I checked with the hotel.

I thought you had no secrets.

It seems that we do.

It was a lovely meal.

Thank you.

I'd drive you home, but... I have my own
car.

Besides, it wouldn't be a very good
idea.

Another tank?

Why not?

I see what you mean about Mrs. Key.

Leave any traces?

Of course not.

Anything?

Nothing in the letters. All fairly
turgid stuff.

What she's doing in London. How much
she's looking forward to coming back to

Glasgow. Having his arms around her.
That sort of thing.

That's turgid, isn't it?

I think so.

Something a bit odd.

Patterson doesn't smoke.

Yet he had a gold cigarette lighter with
his initials engraved on it.

Well, that's interesting.

There's only one place in Glasgow you
could have bought a lighter like that.

Aye. I was puzzled as I went there.

That's good work.

Your Mrs. Patterson's a regular
customer. And I think I remember selling

lighter four years ago.

For a man at Disney Smoke.

Did you ever read Alice in Wonderland,
Peter?

Curiouser and curiouser.

In the end, it was a nightmare.

How much does it cost to rent a tape?

You have to join our video club.

How much is that?

Five pounds for life membership.

And what about the tapes? One pound a
night.

Okay, thanks.

You're welcome. Gordon!

Come on.

Pass me that poster, please. Yes,
please.

Can I help?

Do you want to come in?

Lee.

Look, could you come back with me?

Yeah.

Come in.

Well, you have a leader, don't you?

Because if you haven't... We've got a
lead, sir.

That was found in Susan McGuire's bag.

It's in Charlie Patterson's handwriting.

Why, wasn't I showing this before?

What does it mean?

I think it means you've got a problem,
sir.

There's no hear.

Are you sure it was? He's been home.

Well, I know I'm sounding hysterical.

I just need to know it's no him.

Is that why you came to report it?

They're someone else.

He said he used to keep a scrapbook when
he was wee.

Look, people do keep scrapbooks, don't
they? It's only natural.

Yeah.

He's got a lot.

Couldn't kill anybody.

I know he couldn't.

God, tell me it's no him.

Mrs Boyd, does Michael have access to a
car?

No. Are you certain? Michael cannae
drive.

The information you gave us, he gave us,
was any of it untrue?

On the night of the first murder.

He was down there an hour later.

And the second?

It was out.

Working yet?

No.

That video machine, is it new?

He just wanted us to have things.

Just to have money to buy them.

Village video.

Mr. Patterson? I'll get him for you.

Mr. Patterson?

Yeah?

Who is it?

Didn't give a name.

Hello?

Mr. Patterson, I saw you that night at
the walkway.

I know that you're the man the police
are looking for.

That's the shop where one of them worked
too. I read it.

I also have something belonging to you.

Go on.

Mr. Patterson, I want as much money as
you can raise.

Now.

And I'm going to tell you where to leave
it, okay?

Mr. Patterson, can you ring me back?

My number is 753 -8684.

Gordon,

why don't you go home early?

All right, thanks.

We'll find something else to do.

Hello? Tell me where.

Yes, I know it.

Five thousand?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll be there.

So soon?

Thank you again for the lunch.

I'm sorry I left so suddenly.

Curiosity finally got to you.

It doesn't work.

Ah, you have to be good at these things.

I have a key here that might fit.

Do you want to try it?

Why are you doing this?

I think we both have to know the truth.

What's wrong?

Where did... Who did you buy it for?

Colin.

Young man that vanished without a word.

What was his surname, Mrs. Patterson?

Penman. CP.

Same initials as your husband. Do you
think that's why Charlie kept it?

Where did Charlie get it? When you
visited Susan McGuire in the video shop,

you ever tell her about that lighter?
Talk to her about it?

Why should I? Oh, thank you.

Yes, I remember.

I was trying to put her off, Charlie.

Turn her against him.

I told her how men weren't worth the
trouble.

How I'd bought this lighter for Colin.

How he disappeared without saying
goodbye. Now, why do you think that was?

Colin.

Charlie liked to impress Susan.

Expensive car.

Expensive clothes. I'll wager he used
that lighter to try and impress her

without realising she already knew who
it belonged to.

What happened to Colin?

Charlie was a jealous man.

Look, whatever Michael's committed, it
isn't murder.

How do you know?

Well, the man we're looking for drives.

I hope they get them.

First offence?

I couldn't bear it if he went to prison.

Livingstone?

Where's your boss gone? He's gone out.

Gone out where?

I don't know. There was a phone call.
What phone call? I don't know who it was

from. Well, what did he say?

He wrote something down on this.

He said 5 ,000. 5 ,000 pounds?

Has he been blackmailed? Wouldn't it be
the first time?

What's happened?

History's repeating itself.

Susan Maguire was blackmailing
Patterson?

Right, first time.

I never even knew his wife had a lover,
let alone one who disappeared.

There's a lot of things I never told you
about this case.

Why? It was so important.

I never knew it was important until now.

So he committed two other murders to
make it look like the work of a maniac.

He sent the anonymous letter with the
hairs in it. Sent you off in a wild

chase. He fooled us all.

Why go to all that trouble?

Oh, Hank.

If he'd only murdered Susan Maguire,
we'd never have let him off the hook.

And all because he kept that lighter.

Aye.

That was his downfall. I just hope to
God we're not too late to prevent mine.

Where does Murray come in?

Oh, he's been a bad boy, Peter.

A very bad boy.

I wanted the glory for myself and my
city. What glory?

Oh, for Christ's sake, you're supposed
to be a smart young detective.

Susan Maguire worked it out.

Patterson took her to the Kinloch Hotel,
King's House, Argyle. He served up

there. He knew the area well.

Well enough to know where to bury a body
in a remote spot without being found.

Now, where would that be in Scotland?

Rannoch Moor.

R .M. is pretty big.

Of course she had no proof.

She just had a hunch that he'd killed
Pat's boyfriend, buried him up there.

That's what the note meant.

Which presumably he left her instead of
the money she asked for. Right.

When did you work this out?

When we found it.

You knew R .M. stood for Rannoch Moore.

You deliberately misled me.

Sorry, Peter.

You bastard!

Frankly, I can do without you, son.