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Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Murder.

Murder.

Who was the victim?

Maggie.

My wife.

How?

Electrocution.

My toast.

I've turned it off.

Didn't you smell the smoke?

I fell asleep, Amy. You know I can't smell anything.

You had your bath?

Yes. Well, that heater you put up, it won't switch off.

Oh. I'll see to it.

Is that the lot?

For the next six months, anyway.

Let that be a lesson to you.

Too many of these boiled sweets my wife keeps giving you.

God, do you have some pleasures?

Yes, I'm sure you've got more than a few.

Well, you're only young once, eh?

Yes, I wish I was your age again.

Most of the women who fall for me are married.

Hazard of the business.

Only women never seem to fall for dentists.

Maggie did.

That's debatable.

Anyway, I'll see you in six months, and keep eating the sweets.

I need the money.

Oh.

Mr. Taggart, please.

Why did you leave it so long?

I've faced gunmen and maniacs, but dentists still scare the hell out of me.

Don't worry, we'll soon have it fixed.

Up and wide now.

Nice and wide.

And how's June?

Oh, that's nice.

Mrs. Davidson.

Yeah?

Father Martin.

The beach judge.

Oh, it was you, was it?

I was halfway down the stairs.

Can I give you a lift somewhere?

If it's God you've brought, you're too late. I lapsed long ago. Mr. Davidson

told me you weren't well. In a lot of pain, that's all.

I'm not ready to die yet. Sorry to disappoint you. I just wanted to make

you were okay.

Oh, damn.

Here.

A priest?

Smoking? I'd sooner smoke in this life than the next.

I'd like to pop in from time to time, if that's okay.

I wouldn't put yourself out.

Perhaps to the rhythm of a bouncing ball or the skipping of sandaled feet.

There was nothing elaborate about the composition of these rhymes.

It was their simplicity and timelessness that made them so evocative.

But if the nature of such songs was innocent, the content very often was

The women in the middle floor hit me when I cut. My face is a blade in my

sack.

That you, Linda?

Don't come in in the middle of...

Morning, sir.

Smells like a flower garden in here.

Haven't you got a bathroom at all?

Yes, sir. But my mother and brother's getting before me.

Well, you'll have to get up an hour earlier, eh?

Yes, sir.

You got some sort of odour problem?

Listen, if you're going to be my neighbor, you wash and shave on your own

okay? Yes, sir.

I hope you're not being hard on DS Jarvis.

I'm not the school bully, sir.

Peter Livingstone would not agree with you.

But he was bigger than me.

You know very well what I mean. But with his background of school and

university, you never let him forget it.

Rumour has it that you interfered in two of his relationships.

Yes.

One of them was with my daughter.

Work with this man, Jim. Not against him.

There's no problem, sir.

We're both out of the same drawer.

Or should it take a hundred lines?

Son.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for him. Where is he?

No idea. Hasn't been here for a couple of days.

Point in waiting then, is there?

Nothing I can handle.

Oh, I'm the chief.

Know that, don't you?

You needn't come to my boo -boo.

When I was your age, it was dog walkers that found bodies.

Now it's blue sniffers.

Can I just taste of it?

I'm glad to be your new neighbour.

Oh, well, that's very nice.

Where are we going?

Teddy Bear's picnic.

Well, sir, you don't have a spare handkerchief, do you?

Who the hell carries two handkerchiefs?

Who are you?

Dr. Crawford.

Sorry, we haven't met.

Inspector? Chief Inspector.

I don't like anybody touching the body to our eyes.

I wasn't touching it. I... I saw you.

In the future, just wait.

It looks like petrol was poured over him pretty closely to contain

the fire.

Him? That's what I was looking at.

It's the burnt part of his anatomy.

Michael.

Go up the tunnel.

See if you can find a can.

We'll need to be careful about moving him.

His body's so badly charred, he could fall apart.

That's a great start.

Feeling better?

He's all right.

Now, the fingers are far too badly charred, so you'll not get any prints

them. But, excuse me, this is interesting.

It's a zickle.

What do you do with it? Play it.

No, it's a pin for repairing fractures of the subtracantric and proximal shaft

regions. Now, I removed it from his femur. The thing is, it's shorter than

usual zickles, which should make him easy to identify.

What about his teeth?

Well, I shouldn't think he's been to the dentist in years.

Cause of death?

It's impossible to say.

I mean, he's so badly burnt.

Excuse me, but shouldn't he have five fingers?

Good God, you're absolutely right.

Um...

Here it is.

I hope you take better care of me when I'm gone.

Oh, if I get tight behind my shirt, I'm going to see.

I'll get that from me.

Have some friends, you know.

Tiger. Morning, sir.

I saw Mr. Carson, orthopedic surgeon at the Royal late last night.

He identified the pin in the leg.

He said it's one of six he had specifically made and used in

One patient has a record.

Douglas Abernathy.

Did two years for sexual offences against a couple of 14 -year -old girls.

Did you say Abernathy?

Oh, June, can you turn that thing down?

Here, take this. I'll find you a shirt.

Right, on you go, Mike.

His son and daughter still run a lingerie wholesale business.

What? A lingerie wholesale business in the South Side.

That's where I'm off to now. I'll see when you come in, sir.

Mr. Davidson?

No, don't!

Can't you smell the gas?

Are you straight?

Please.

Are you Derek Abernathy?

Abernathy. I'm looking for your father.

Again. Linda!

Yes? It's the police. They're looking for Dad.

We don't know where he is.

Why can't you leave him alone?

We just want to talk to him. Talk?

The last time you talked to him, he went inside because of lies at two teenage

girls. It's not about that.

We've just got a body we're trying to identify.

A body?

Derek!

You could have blown yourself up.

Colin must have left it on accidentally.

It's a good job you came.

I've got no sense of smell at all.

Well, how long must I wait before I can light this cigarette?

Well,

I'm sure he'd be in touch if he had something, Mr. Friedman.

These jobs can involve a bit of travelling around.

Look, someone's just come in. I'll call you back, OK?

Where the hell are you down here?

You got a case you can't solve?

If I did.

You'd be the last one that has to handle it.

Is Douglas Abernathy here?

He's on a case.

I haven't seen him for two days.

He's done time for sexual offences against underage girls.

You're kidding me.

He didn't know that?

I've only been here two weeks.

An ex -cop.

Working with a child molester. That's great, Kenny.

Why do you want him? Where does he stay?

Flat upstairs.

Have you got the keys?

You might be lucky.

Sir.

Detective Sergeant Jardine, my new neighbour.

What happened to Peter?

Did you finally eat him?

No.

I ate you and it gave me indigestion.

Seems the president didn't deter him.

They seem tasteful enough.

Aye.

I wonder where he keeps the other kind.

I was right.

Look at this.

The date of the murder. It's ringed.

It goes to my dentist, too.

The guy downstairs used to be a policeman.

Aye, used to be.

What happened?

Oh, he rigged evidence on an investigation, one of my investigations.

What do you make of that?

Some sort of witch doctor's mask?

Looks like the best getting a bad day.

Looking for me? Yes.

Why did you go to my house this morning? If I hadn't done, your wife would be

dead. Oh, some sanctity of the confessional, eh, Father? Do you realise

position you've put me in? I just think... No, you think, Father.

You give Maggie one hint, just one hint, and you are out of bounds.

What am I supposed to do?

Let you succeed?

You didn't choose my profession, Father.

I didn't choose yours.

You're sure it's having nothing?

Well, there were six operations performed with that pen, sir.

We've traced the other five, and they were all vertical.

The fourth was right there.

Unhappy coincidence?

It could be for him.

Motive. If there is one, I'll find it.

Aren't you being a bit unfair?

I mean, whatever he did, he shouldn't bear a grudge. It doesn't make him a

murderer. Whose side are you on?

Fair play.

Look you, get round there and search that flat.

And watch him.

Yes, sir.

Fair play.

There were photos here.

What happened to them?

Don't ask me.

I've never been up here. Do you mind waiting outside?

Curious. I just want to look. Look, you can answer my questions from outside.

I don't owe the police force any favour.

My marriage broke up over it. I was accused of being an alcoholic.

Thub, when I did try, Jim Taggart thought that I lost my job as well, so

ask me to help in any inquiry he's on. I'm no interested in your grudge.

Listen, Sonny.

I was a copper while you were still at school.

Well, act like it then.

What are you doing up here? Out.

Out.

I'm going.

Why did you let him walk up here? I didn't let him up.

Where are the photos?

They're gone.

And the slides as well.

Kenny!

Kenny!

Good night.

So what am I accused of?

Between yesterday and this morning, photos went missing from that flat.

I keep telling you, I was never in the flat.

Oh, come on.

He lived upstairs.

You worked for him. I was never invited.

Come on, Jim. Don't you Jim me!

In or out of the police!

He was working on a case.

I want the details.

Just a missing schoolgirl.

Shona Friedman, age 15. Why weren't we informed?

She's just run away from home.

You know the law about minors.

Her parents live in a commune.

They don't trust the police.

And why would that be, do you think?

For God's sake, Maggie, why are we going this way? I have been using these steps

since I was a girl, and they're not defeating me now.

Well, you can hardly run up and down them nowadays, can you? Let go of my

I'm perfectly capable.

You won't let anyone help you, will you?

That's a good job I let that priest in, isn't it? Otherwise I wouldn't be here,

thanks to you.

Maybe you'd like me blown up.

Be out of your way.

You're very lucky, Mrs. Wheaton.

I have a charmed life.

Well, I'll take care of her from here.

You?

I'll take care of myself.

You just rest up for a while now.

And keep off that leg.

I'll make sure she does.

Maggie, hello.

I thought it was you.

What on earth's happened?

She had a fall down some steps.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, I'm fine, Jean.

Her knee's very painful.

Not to mention the arthritis.

Your hair looks very nice.

Oh, this young man comes and does it for me.

Oh, I'll have to get his number from you.

Anyway, I must away.

Take care.

And you, Jean.

Nice woman, Jean Tackard.

Who looked at it?

The Pan Lothi one?

Yeah. He said it was old. Probably came from a medical school.

What was Abernathy?

The day he was killed.

The 21st of March.

It's the spring equinox. One of the witches' sabbaths.

Really?

By the way...

What is that?

Mineral water.

And nuts.

What are you planning to do, hibernate?

I don't drink.

It's a decision I came to after my father died.

I saw how it affected his career and a lot of other places.

What you're trying to do is make me feel guilty.

There is another thing I'd like you to know, sir.

About me, as we'll be working together.

Another decision I came to.

I'm a Christian.

Excuse me.

I've got a commune to visit.

What about the witchcraft angle?

Why ask me?

Let's go in.

She'll turn you into a frog.

Mrs Bennett, I'm a police officer.

I wonder if I could come in and have a wee word with you.

Sure, come in. Thanks.

Go on, clear off, you buggers.

I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Shut up.

It's only broth with a few herbs.

Do you have to put up with that a lot?

They don't burn us now.

We have to be thankful for that.

Here you are.

And you accept it.

Is that the same Mr. Abernathy?

Yes, that's him.

He wrote wanting to join our covenants. I met him, but he wasn't suitable.

All he was interested in was getting to know teenage girls.

Virgin ones.

With, uh, what purpose?

The usual purpose, I suppose.

He was a thetanist, and we're not. We're witches.

Oh, there's a difference.

Thetanists are really just...

Mixed -up Christians.

We worship the old gods.

People always confuse us with devil worshippers.

Abernathy died on the 21st of March, his body burnt.

Could that have any significance?

It wouldn't have anything to do with witches.

looking for?

Your name's Friedman.

Detective Chief Inspector Tiger.

It's about Shona, isn't it?

There's a reason we didn't call the police.

Three years ago, one of the members got caught to growing calves.

You guys have a nice little own pen.

I don't expect a lot of cooperation here.

I won't.

Put them here.

She has a very high IQ.

Well, that helped her with all the perverts out there.

I could include private detectives.

We adopted her a year after we began here.

Did she know anything about her real parents?

No. She was still a baby at the time.

As soon as Mr. Abernathy saw that picture, he said he had to help us.

You picked the wrong man.

All the government, get your things down.

All the government, get your things down.

All the government, get your things down.

All the government,

get your things down. All the government, get your

things down.

No one you need to know.

Aye, I got him.

You never saw me, Wham.

As for keeping your mouth shut...

Not that that was about any trouble for you.

All right, thank you, children.

Thank you, Father Martin.

Thank you.

It was as though

I pushed her, and you didn't. No.

No, I... I was going to and... as if something read my

thoughts.

She just fell.

And now you feel guilty.

Father, I need absolution.

You think it's that easy?

It hasn't been easy for me.

Marriage isn't supposed to be easy. How would you know?

How would you know what it's like to be married to a crippled wife who might

live for...

Another 20 years.

How much time will I have then?

Time for what?

For freedom.

I will give you absolution when you start caring for your wife.

Not before.

Must have a nothing.

I took them before we knew he'd been killed.

Why? To protect him.

Where did he get his medals?

He just asked.

Is there anything wrong with that?

Any flat we found from other items.

He's trying.

He wasn't a real Satanist, you know. He just played at it.

Played? He had those things when Derek and I were children.

He used to joke.

Say, those were the things that made Daddy powerful.

Protective.

But, um...

What did your mother have to say about that?

She walked out on us when I was ten.

Do you know who killed him?

No.

I just wish... he hadn't died that way.

He had a horror of cremations.

Since it has pleased almighty God...

To take to himself the soul of our brother Douglas Abernathy.

He had departed.

We therefore commit his body to the ground.

In the sure and certain hope of resurrection to eternal life.

Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Let us pray.

Almighty God.

You're right. You might be a Christian. You're still a bloody dictator.

we give you thanks for his victory over the grave.

Keep us in everlasting fellowship with all your saints on earth and in heaven,

and in union with him, with the resurrection and the life.

In the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of

the Holy Spirit, be with us all.

Amen.

I never realized that he had no friends.

I'm sorry.

If there's any way I can help in this investigation, I like the chance.

There are different ways open to me.

You're a suspect, Kenny.

Now you keep out of it.

No more.

Hello, Colin.

Extraction.

What can I do for you, Jim?

Well, I need your help on a murder inquiry.

Oh, but she fell. It was an accident.

Sorry.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were talking about Maggie.

Oh, I, um... Jim told me Maggie had had an accident.

How is she? Oh, she's fine, fine.

She had a fall.

I think she's indestructible.

It's just about this private detective, Abernathy, who was murdered.

See, we found one of your cards on his desk.

Where's his photo?

Thought it might be a patient of yours.

No.

No, I don't know him. I've never seen him. Oh, well.

Maybe he just planned to pay a visit and then had a fit of courtesy.

Seems the most likely solution.

You wouldn't have had any reason to hire a private detective.

No, why should I?

By the way,

why do you think Maggie would be involved in this?

Nerves.

Well, a policeman can be afraid of dentists.

Dentists can be afraid of policemen.

That gravedigger you were with yesterday, where is he?

I'm telling to you.

You're being funny.

Hey, just a minute, you.

He can't hear you.

What? What is it you want?

I just wanted to know where his mate was. Oh, Big Pat.

Well, he's doing the betting shop.

It's, uh... Sorry, Pat.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

Abernathy's office. You were looking for him.

I don't know anybody of that name.

That's funny.

You just buried him yesterday.

I bury lots of people. I don't ask for my name. Don't think again.

I've done everything I've got to do.

Go away.

You're the police, aren't you?

I've worked with a few goats myself.

Oh, Manta!

Don't chase the ducks!

You, um... You think a commune's the right place to bring up a kid?

Where's the right place?

Housing estate?

Where they discover drugs before they discover ice cream?

You trying to tell me nobody dabbles in it here?

I thought this was about Shona.

Do you know where she's run away to?

No. You don't like the place here much, do you?

Last time you came here, you dug up the herb garden.

You've got seven O -levels.

Put in flights of fancy.

How come you're digging graves?

Earn money to buy a hang glider? I think your brain's already doing it.

In one of these days, these lies of yours are going to get you in trouble.

Dave, do that.

Make sure you don't go blind as well, eh?

Wait here.

Here's the thing.

Nope.

If you're looking... We've got a message for you.

It's Pat Connolly.

It is.

It's a...

What happened?

What are you doing here anyway?

Watch it.

What happened to you?

Two characters laid into it at the detective agency.

One of them mentioned a name.

Connors. Connery.

And they had motorbikes. I heard them.

Make, size.

My ears were ringing too much.

Next time you get beaten up, try and be more observant, eh?

Fourth working back.

Second's too late, almost too conveniently.

Probably thought that was him.

He brought him in, of course.

What do you think this is?

Christian forgiveness week?

Come on.

Go on, mate.

You mean you'll walk me home? What do you think I am, a lassie?

Go on, get hatin'. Your mother'll be waitin' up for you.

Hey, Tommy.

Don't you go talkin' to any strangers now.

Come on, hurry.

I'll let you know what you did with Big Pat last night.

Big Pat?

Last night?

I

don't

know who they were.

Maybe I got up somebody's nose.

You're getting up our noses, Kenny.

Are you interfering in this case?

I thought you needed the help. Not from an ex -cop.

Especially a bent one.

And who's he?

Mr. Clean?

Snooping around when I'm not there.

Jim.

I'm sorry about what happened.

You and me have got no differences.

Why don't we sink a few one night?

Compare notes.

I don't drink.

Come on. No, really.

You got a cigarette?

No. What's happened to this place since earlier?

A morality drive?

Connolly. Park Connolly. That was it.

Is Connolly a gravedigger by any chance?

Well,

I've conducted examinations in better places.

Conclusions?

Sharp knife for a razor.

But if you want to know what killed him, I'd say asphyxiation.

He was buried alive.

I can think of a better death.

I can think of a better job right now.

I hear you had an identification problem a few graves up.

Aye.

You solved it.

Something interesting.

Pat Connolly's record.

Two years in Bologna for grievous wounding, same time as Abernathy.

So that's where they met.

Sir, would you do me a favour?

Ask that funeral party to go home.

Bottle of whisky. Bribery, Joe?

It's not true I hear about young Jardine being at a toddler.

And a churchgoer.

Aye, it's true.

Refreshing tune.

What's that supposed to mean?

After 11.

Connolly said no to you walking him home.

Why?

You don't know. What are you doing?

This is Tommy Campbell. He was drinking with Connolly last night.

Is it not easier to use a pipe?

I know the language.

I used to know a girl that taught it.

Tommy.

What?

Happen. Next.

Connolly.

The pub.

Walked. Here. The graveyard.

Through the graveyard.

Home.

You.

Walked away.

Watching.

Connolly.

What's he saying?

He says he saw a man follow Connolly into the graveyard wearing

a pointed hat.

What?

A pointed hat.

Well, maybe it leads you to something in translation.

Here, write it down.

Write down what you told him.

Write it down.

He says you needn't shout, he's deaf.

It's no harder hearing.

Tommy, go on.

I saw two men.

The sign, I don't know it.

Each, each.

Hey.

How can we know the difference if there was two guys in each of the motorcyles?

That's him.

Right, wait outside.

Don't give me some satisfaction.

I thought you lot turned the other cheek.

You pair.

Outside.

Who was?

What about?

You gave one of my men a do.

One of yours?

We didn't know he was one of yours.

He didn't know it was a pulley.

I don't care if you thought it was Rezio's ghost.

Far paid us. We didn't ask any questions.

How much?

A hundred quid each.

What did he run?

A youth opportunity scheme? He had some windfall.

We thought it was the horses.

Take them away.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What about bikes?

Mr. Davidson, surgery?

He's just leaving.

Who is it calling?

Mr.

Davidson? Hmm? Mr. Crichton. It's personal.

Oh, uh... Hello.

Yes. Yes, I remember.

Tonight.

Um...

You're

lucky I'm still here.

What, with the heater falling in the bath, Colin leaving the gas on, and now

leg?

Never mind.

This hairdo, you are going to look like a goddess.

I don't feel that one.

Take your pick.

Hera, Aphrodite, Diana, Persephone. I need a cigarette.

And you should give those up as well.

This room's beginning to smell like an ashtray.

I'm frightened I'd die before you get paid.

Give me my bag.

I'll get it.

Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, this is Malcolm.

Detective Chief Inspector Taggart. His wife and I are at school together.

Can we talk privately, Maggie? Oh, I'll make some tea.

Don't go.

Take your coat off.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry to hear about your accident.

Oh, I was bound.

Stupid fault.

Colin probably told you.

I went to see him about the murder of a private detective called Abernathy.

No, he never mentioned it.

Must have slipped his mind.

Would there be any reason for Colin to hire a private detective?

Colin!

Would there be any reason for him to suspect...

Well, you.

Another man, let's say.

I wish I had the strength, Jim.

You never had a detective to check up on him.

Don't be stupid.

See, it's just that this man's got a record.

I thought you might have met him when you were in the probation service.

What would I do with information about Colin?

I need him too much.

Aye, I thought that.

Anyway. He's too strict a Catholic to mess about.

If there's one thing I know about Colin, it's that.

Here.

Well,

cheers. Cheers.

I'm sorry I held on to your letter so long.

Yes.

I'd almost forgotten I'd written it.

Have you replied to many?

No, only yours.

Because you said you wanted to meet a professional man between 40 and 50.

I've met six.

Four of them turned out to be married.

I hope you're not.

No, of course not.

You must tell me about dentistry.

I've never been out with a dentist before.

Or a Scorpio.

I mean, what? on earth makes a man want to be a dentist?

Oh, I don't know. It's just something I got into.

I hate teeth.

It must be the thought of spending every day looking at other people's.

A doctor's different.

He deals with all different problems.

But teeth?

There can't be that many different things that happen to them.

Oh, I don't know. There's quite a few. I met this barrister from London once.

He was a Gemini.

He had the most fantastic teeth of everything.

And they were his own.

He used to say they charmed juries.

I suppose he was right.

But if I was in the jury in a murder trial and I thought the bloke was

wouldn't be swayed by a pair of teeth, would you?

Something wrong?

No, no, no, I'm sorry.

It's amazing what some middle -aged men will tell you just to impress.

A bit long of a tooth now.

Funny how we keep getting back to teeth, isn't it?

I'm doing all the talking.

You must tell me something about yourself other than the fact that you're

dentist.

Sorry.

I've got to go. I've made a mistake. I really am most dreadfully sorry.

Please forgive me.

Well, seven was never my lucky number, Father.

How much have you

spent tonight?

I had a few with Ross McPhee.

Remember Ross McPhee?

Jim Taggart was here, asking questions.

What about?

You.

And some private detective who's been murdered.

You were in charge of the search. It was well hidden.

What are you expecting to do? Sell the tape to a gravestone?

With a little notice saying, open razor, please find me.

Luke.

I want you to get out to that commune.

I'm convinced somebody out there knows about that girl.

I thought they didn't like the police. They don't.

That's why you're not going as one.

You mean live there? Right.

All right, come on in, darling.

Your dad's next.

Sorry to keep you waiting. I'll know in a minute.

Paper's always after a sensation.

All right, I've another half here.

I wish I did.

He was tricky. What are you talking about?

Dad.

When we were kids, he used to do magic tricks and stuff.

He once told us that he had the power to raise himself from the dead and things

like that. You know, voodoo nonsense.

It wasn't nonsense.

Well, that's why I'm not surprised if he would talk to his tricks even now.

Don't listen to him.

I wish I hadn't.

Oh, Jim.

Oh, listen, did you get any prints off that razor?

Yes.

Abernathy's. Derek Abernathy's? I just left him. Not his.

His father's.

The workers handed out on a red -hot basis.

What do you got there?

I've done tatty -hawking. Potato picking.

Yeah, I know what it is.

So how much do you pay?

You don't pay anything.

You pay us.

Twenty -five a week.

After three months with the rest of the commune like you, you're invited to

join.

And what kind of work goes on in here?

No kind of work.

This is where you'll be living.

Well, I'll let you get settled in, then I'll introduce you to the others.

Okay?

A young detective already brought me there.

I know. I'm just double -checking.

You see, with the lack of print, the only way we could identify Abernathy was

that thing you put in his leg.

The sickle?

We want to be absolutely sure that the identification is correct.

I see.

Now, uh, I believe you... I, uh... I believe you've performed six operations

using that length of nickel.

Yes.

Well, now, we traced five, but the one that's missing is our man Abernath.

Now, can you compare that photograph with his original X -ray? Now, I'm

all six X -rays have been destroyed.

Destroyed? Yes.

Hospital policy. After five years.

Wait a minute.

You performed our operation under four years.

Did I?

Ah, yes, sir, I did. Well, Abernathy's must be missing.

Missing? This is a hospital.

Things do go missing or get accidentally destroyed from time to time.

Really? As much as they do in a police station, I imagine.

Run!

Where are you from?

Paisley. Roger and I met in Paisley.

He was over here tracing his ancestors.

Who started it?

Well, four others.

Thank God.

It's made from a rose plum.

Sure, it's Abernathy we buried.

Yes, sir.

The razor with the prints on it was planted.

How are you and Jordan getting on, by the way?

Oh, sir, me and him get on like two doubles in an off day.

Wait, Tommy!

Tommy!

What's up?

I'm not into your art.

Can you write it? Write it down.

No, he's not here.

Come on upstairs with me. We'll talk.

Well... Do you want a wee walk?

say you saw Abernathy and Connolly talking in a pub.

And they were talking about being paid to commit a murder.

Whose murder?

Tony, did you ever hear about the boy that cried wolf?

And when he told the truth, nobody believed him.

No, there are no wolves in Glasgow.

Listen, you also said that you were talking about ripping off

the person who paid them for every penny that they had.

Now, Tommy, did you read this in a book, or is it the truth?

Okay.

Come on.

I'll take you home.

Where have you been? I told you I wanted you to go messaging.

And what have I told you about taking lifts from strangers?

I'm not a stranger, Mrs Campbell.

I'm a bullet.

What's he been up to?

Nothing. Just helping us with an inquiry.

Inquiry?

Listen, I hope you haven't been wasting your time listening to him.

He doesn't know the difference between truth and fiction.

Go on, inside.

I'll give you inquiry.

Good morning.

I'm Ian.

We've got to get some logs for the fire.

Newcomers always get the worst accommodation.

Shows their integrity.

Been here long?

About a year and a half.

I've got one at the caravans.

Listen, if you want a paraffin stove, I've got a spare.

Cheers.

Do you and Roger and Mary have a daughter who's run away?

Yeah.

Listen, that should be enough.

Come on, let's go.

Didn't she like it here?

I never really knew her.

Sometimes vital things can get missed.

I know.

I'm from the force.

The police have spoken to all our friends.

Circulated a picture.

Well, I'd just like to add my help.

No charge.

In fact, I'd like to start by questioning everyone here.

There's no point. No one here knows anything.

We're like one family.

Mrs. Friedman, sometimes families can bear the worst secret.

We're having a Kelly tomorrow.

16 years of the common.

I'd like that.

I'd like that very much. In fact, it gives me a good opportunity.

I'm glad you like Vivaldi.

He relaxes me.

I play him in traffic jams.

When did you take up hairdressing?

Oh, about eight years ago now.

I used to be a quarryman.

Hardtail quarry.

Like my father before me.

I know. Quite a change of direction.

I think I did it just to get back at him. Why?

Because I hated him.

He never thought that hairdressing was terribly masculine.

In fact, he never spoke to me till the day I opened my own salon in Karluk.

What happened to it?

Went bust.

Unemployment in the area. No money about.

So, I came to Glasgow.

Ah, your book on sex and the disabled. Did you write this from experience?

Other people's.

You're talking a lot of nerve.

Oh, hello. You're home early.

Malcolm, this is... Yes.

Hello again.

Malcolm's going to be doing my hair regularly from now on.

Well, I'm the girl that used to do it.

She emigrated.

I don't like it.

How often is regular?

Once a week.

I'm taking him to the Henrywood Hall on Thursday to hear a Vivaldi concert.

Is that his fee?

No, we have just the same tastes.

You know, that fella could be connected with this crime.

Is he a suspect?

No, but I just think... Is he a suspect? No!

But suppose Davidson hired Abernathy to check up on him and Maggie.

Maggie?

Is that so extraordinary?

She's arthritic, in pain.

And she's very lucky to be alive after having nearly killed herself three

You're nuts.

And I think jealous.

Three times?

What are you doing here?

Visiting Mrs Davidson.

Why do you keep following me around? Why can't you leave me alone? I'm not

following you. All of you. The police. Everyone.

They were here, you know, asking questions. Not through anything I told

don't believe you.

I should have gone to Father Donovan. He would have listened, given me

absolution. He wouldn't have been around here, prying. There is more to

confession than sharing guilt, now you know that.

Just leave me alone!

This was on the step.

It's for you.

in Kelvin site.

That's new.

Some sort of joke.

May I?

Father Martin found it in the priesthood in Bede.

Someone left it on the doorstep for me.

Like I said, some sort of sick joke.

Excuse me, I'm late.

I'll follow you in my car. We can talk about it there.

Why are you here?

Got your light?

Kids, probably.

You're how cruel they can be.

Didn't we say you've had a rough time lately?

Heaters falling on you, nearly blowing yourself up.

Don't you start.

All this fussing about me, I'm okay.

Could I look in the bathroom?

Don't the police have more important things to do?

It's up the stairs in the corner on the landing.

Come on.

Two weeks. She could be dead.

Anything could have happened to her.

She's just run away.

It's her way of rebelling.

We rebelled, remember?

We were adults.

We hated our parents for what they stood for.

She'll be back.

Just as soon as she realizes things aren't so great outside.

Are we right?

What do you mean?

You know how they see us, don't you?

Like dipsies.

How can you pass on your ideals to them?

Can you tell me where I can find Father Martin, please?

I'm Father Martin.

He seems to be very popular.

Never had such good congregations.

Detective Chief Inspector Taggart.

I, uh... I believe you visited the Davisons last night. It was a parcel.

Yeah, on the front doorstep.

Why? It's just some sort of nasty joke somebody's playing on them.

Did you notice the blood?

Blood? Well, the wrapping paper was bloodstained.

No?

What was the joke?

Father, um... What are your church's views on voodoo, black magic, that kind

of... Would you like to see our diatribe here or inside?

No.

We'll leave it to you another day.

Your visit to the Davidsons, was it purely social?

Yeah.

What did Mr. Davidson talk about?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

I think you know why.

This blood, was it human?

No, no, it was animal.

All the birds, you'd think it was a hen.

This is the 14th commune I've lived in.

You wouldn't even remember the 60.

Yeah, they were different then.

Oh, for this load I've got bloody gas here.

That's all.

This summer you can have a holiday here.

150 quid living in a real commune. That's crap.

Maybe you've got to move with the times.

Have something to eat?

Thanks.

Look, I don't want to spoil the fun, but with your permission, I'd like to make

an announcement.

Please, go ahead.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Do you mind if I have a word?

My name's Kenny Forford.

I'm a private investigator, so this is what our money's been spent on.

I'm charging nothing.

My partner, Mr Abernathy, spoke to you all about Mr and Mrs Friedman's

Shona. Now, I know some of you are reluctant to talk to the police.

I don't blame you.

I don't trust the police either.

I just want to say that if anyone here knows anything about where she is, then

you can talk to me in confidence.

And I mean total confidence.

I've got some cards here.

I'd like you all to take one.

I've got patience to attend to it. You'll just have to wait, won't you?

Did you mean what you said back there?

You've got to promise me one thing, that she never finds out I told you.

Where is she?

I told all this to Abernathy.

What we need to persuade her.

She's with her real father.

Somehow she found him.

Who? She's only 15.

Well, she said I made her pregnant.

Threatened to tell about us.

She says I raped her.

She's a good liar.

She ran away once before.

A couple of days.

She used to boast that she could get men to... to pay her.

Was she lying about that as well?

I could never tell with Shona.

Hey, listen, I've got to go. Hey, whatever you do, don't say anything to

guy.

He's a cop.

Why am I here? I've got my patients to see.

He's in.

He left.

Quite suddenly.

What are you lot doing here?

Move it. I'm Detective Sergeant Jardin, Strathclyde Police.

And I'm Sherlock Holmes.

Listen, I can explain.

We've reason to believe you may be in possession of a controlled drug and

to detain you under Section 23 of the Misuse of Drugs Act 1971 for purposes of

search. Will you contact Chief Inspector Taggart?

I'm a detective.

Look, I haven't got my ID. You've got to believe me. Really?

This is what the Strathclyde police are driving these days, is it?

Aye. And some of us get to handle all this shit.

Well, Colin, what about it?

It'll be a lot easier.

It's not true, Jim.

She was a burden to you, is that it?

It's not true.

Tell Maggie and you'd be free.

It's not true.

Colin, my wife is in a wheelchair.

But I'd never stuck to anything like that. I mean, you didn't even have to be

there, did you?

It's not true, Jim.

Abernathy and Connolly.

The private detective and the gravedigger. I wonder where they come

Not true.

A gravedigger with a lot of money to spend.

Two thousand pounds, I hear.

I wonder who paid him and for what.

It's not true.

And your card in the private detective's flat.

I wonder how it got there.

It's not true.

Colin, you've heard the story of Robert the Bruce and the Spider.

You knaves.

Prepared to commit murder for money. Did you ask them before or after you tried

to kill Maggie yourself?

It's not true.

It is true, Colin.

What then?

Blackmail?

Too many people in the know?

Not two.

I'm going to look into your financial affairs, Colin.

I'll be back.

I think.

But it doesn't matter.

I was going to tell you to come back anyway.

You saw who killed Pat Connolly in the cemetery?

Chief witness?

But they haven't arrested anybody yet, so how can you be a chief witness?

Chief Jew?

Come on, he's very tall, isn't he?

Who was it then?

Grandpa Brown?

You think that she's likely deaf and dummy?

I'll be deaf.

He'll be dumb.

Hey, I've got a pint in there for the chief witness.

You can go for now.

I'm going to prove this.

You know it, and I know it.

He's your hairdresser, toy boy?

His name's Malcolm. He's very cultured and very talented.

Of what?

If that's meant to be an attack on his masculinity, let me assure you that he's

oh so straight.

Enjoy the concert.

Thank you.

By the way, Jean.

Yes? I don't mean to spoil your evening, but Colin Davidson is trying to murder

Mikey.

The ten -year -old designed it.

Do you like it?

You must hear my confession, Father.

Just tell me why the police think you're involved.

I can't.

We've never had any secrets.

Maggie.

Maggie, when... There was a phone call.

An emergency.

Mr. Scobie, an abscess. Can you see him this afternoon? I said I'd ring him when

you were on your way.

Look, Maggie, when I get back...

Maybe we could go away somewhere for a day or two, eh?

That would be nice.

I'll ring them now, then.

Yeah.

Tell them I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Our thoughts turn to the resurrection at Easter. The coming back to life of the

rest of the race.

Come on.

What's going on? He's in there.

He's been in about an hour.

Abernathy phoned me at the station.

He wants me to meet him here.

Derek Abernathy?

Why? Come on.

Why did you give up for Link?

Did you see his eyes?

Is there news about Dad?

A certain dentist was closing up today as well.

Dentist?

Mr. Abernathy rang through a message for me at one o 'clock this afternoon.

I seemed to be sure.

Why?

Where were you today between twelve o 'clock and one o 'clock?

Jogging. Queen's Park and back.

You're sure it was a Mr. Abernathy?

Aye.

What's the dentist got to do here?

Well, it's just that he was murdered.

Another one.

Oh, my God.

I want you to be certain.

You wiped the phone before you left.

I wipe both phones every night before I go home.

You wiped them this lunchtime? Yes.

Thoroughly? Very thoroughly.

And I told him about those fish.

Thanks, Miss McQueen. That's all for now.

The place for them is in reception.

Hiding, you know.

There are prints all over it.

It was stupid using this one to call the station, sir.

Word had it your performance wasn't all that great either.

Look, we established he was already waiting inside.

He broke out through the bar.

Weird looking object.

Looks like something that might have come from Abernathy's farm.

I hear you can supply me with something.

Right.

It'll be 20 quid, sir.

You're a bit young to be a pimple, you know.

Straight ahead, turn left.

The club was Abernathy.

Positively identified by Hansel and Gretel in the knicker factory.

That's Abernathy.

And that's definitely Shona Friedman.

So he finally traced her for his own ends.

I wonder how many more he had.

How did Davidson come by them?

It was simple.

They were planted.

Like the razor in the cemetery.

Like this club.

We were meant to think that Abernathy was still alive.

They had a motive.

It's an old tenement.

But look out the window. It's blood. But that would be a coach for the Kingston

Bridge.

Yes,

Andrew.

You won't like this.

One little bit.

Neither do I.

The prints on the club and the telephone are Abernathy's, the father.

That's impossible.

The phone was wiped.

They are Douglas Abernathy's.

I'm back to Haunted.

Half an hour.

Okay.

Found your real father.

Proper home.

You didn't know when you were well off.

I'm taking you home.

No!

idea here. Let me go.

I didn't kid with you. Would you tell this clown who I am?

We've never seen him before.

Oh, come on. I found you, you bastard.

Five witnesses to what you were doing in this room.

You can't do that.

That wasn't a very Christian thing to do.

We'll string him along for an hour, eh?

So if that.

Still didn't solve the problem of Abernathy's prints.

Maybe it's time they exhumed his body, just to double -check it's him.

But we got all the information from his corpse.

No, we didn't.

Good to talk to you.

The patient who told us about it rang Mr. Scobie.

The real Mr. Scobie's on holiday.

The number you rang back was from a telephone booth near the frittery.

I spoke to his killer?

What was that? A stiff branch.

And stand to the windward of the torch.

I've never been to an exhumation before.

Reminiscent of the days of Stoolsbury.

Aren't you a bit young to remember those?

Do you know Dr. Crawford?

He found the pin that led us to identify Abena. Of course.

I must be getting forgetful of my old age.

Had any fainting spells recently?

Lost any bits recently?

He didn't have to come. I wanted to.

Is Dad still alive or isn't he?

About a week ago, you told me your dad suffered a head injury in prison.

Well, we found some old x -rays in the prison records.

We can make a sinus comparison.

That's not an answer.

How could you have made such a mistake?

Every day you dig up your father, is it? Is it him?

It's not.

Where is he then, eh? That tricky old bastard.

Fuck you know, cost us 400 quid.

Somewhere.

Do you remember when he used to bring us up here?

Whatever he's done, there's a reason.

I say there's a reason for everything.

Now that lass he was looking for, he found her.

My hatred was sickening. I don't believe you.

Here.

I'm sorry.

It's impossible.

The pilot comparisons match exactly.

That body is Douglas Abernathy's.

How can a dead man leave his fingerprints on the telephone?

They must be counterfeited. It seems possible to counterfeit fingerprints.

Is it possible to peel off the top layers of skin, preserve them?

You'd have to be a school surgeon or a pathologist.

I've always said we're the best qualified people to commit murder and

with it.

Your mind?

Pick if you don't.

Well, you've got a clever murderer. If he can plant a dead man's fingerprints.

I don't believe in clever murderers.

Or clever detectives.

Well, I'd be asking why. Why frame a dead man?

We are.

I don't believe we were meant to identify Abernathy.

That's why he was burnt.

We were supposed to be still searching.

What, put a dead man's punch on the murder weapons, burn the body, and then

leave the weapons at the site of subsequent murders? Well, that is

But it doesn't explain the telephone.

Well, how can I help?

Well, you were first to open up his body.

He lost a finger.

Here, listen, you see?

And then you were the exhumation. Why?

Do you suspect me?

DT engineer, can I change your point?

No, no.

You see?

I've just seen the biggest thunder hit that side of the plane.

I will.

Soon. All right, that'll be right. Have you come in any money?

Not yet.

You know, you should be married. With a nice wife.

And one day... See that?

That private detective's body they've dug up.

That's the daughter of me.

One of my other clients is the wife of the inspector in Sands.

I saw that grave digger was murdered as well.

I knew him.

If a do -some -dumb laddie comes in to record her, he's her chief witness.

How come?

Well, you saw who did it.

Trying off the poster, keeping private, is it?

I'm doing fine.

I can't today. I'm going to be busy.

Tomorrow?

Ah, fine. I'll give you a ring then.

Bye.

He's simple.

He just switched phones.

Wanted this one.

He's a lot of trouble.

He wanted us to think Abernathy was alive.

Am I sick or something?

Not especially so. We did identify Abernathy's body.

He kept the same plan.

Wanted us to keep thinking about VD's black manhood.

So we're looking for someone with a motive to kill Abernathy, Connolly and

Davidson.

Davidson.

Had the right motive.

I just got the wrong partner.

What good will that do?

I won't be able to supply you with that stuff when I'm in prison, will I?

I did it for other people.

I did before you came along.

You'll be there too.

I told you to bring me back.

Do you have to do that right now?

I've just killed three people for you and now there's someone who can identify

me. You'll get your money when the insurance comes through.

And you don't deserve it. I don't have a doll with the pins in it. So the papers

were full of voodoo. Shh.

Stupid and unnecessary.

I'm always hiring Abba Nathy to find you a killer. And then paying that other ex

-con. You opened yourself up to blackmail.

You're hurting my arm.

And then I got rid of all three of them for you.

I think that deserves a half.

Not a quarter.

I need that money. Maggie.

You really think they won't put an autistic woman in prison?

Your insurance money won't buy you this stuff inside.

And you just can't live without it, can you Maggie?

I wonder why people think it's just kids that turn into junkies.

No, I don't.

What put you into it?

A cigarette packet.

Plus the fact who else could give the murderer a key to the surgery.

What's that?

Take a look around.

See if you can find any bank statements.

Building society books.

The mouth.

Tommy Campbell, do you read lips?

I'm from the record.

I'd like to have a wee talk with you. I heard you were a witness in the

cemetery.

Get into the car, we'll go down to the office.

you in your face, Maggie.

Colin's dead.

This was the reason for it, wasn't it?

An insurance policy for 100 ,000 pounds.

How long have you been at Bugatti?

Four years.

How did you know?

It was that cigarette packet.

When I saw the cardboard lining torn out of the dead giveaway, I thought if you

were smoking dope, you might be unharmed or drunk.

You were running for a month.

I was desperate.

How much did you pay them?

I paid Mr Abernathy £1 ,000 and that other man £2

,000.

It was easy for you, wasn't it?

Being an excavation officer, you knew the right people.

They were black men.

Aye, well.

That's the problem with hired and hit men.

They're not always reliable.

You know, you see, confession is good for the soul.

So who did you finally get to do your dirty work?

Ah, it's just another couple. Just go over and see them tomorrow.

Yeah.

Patrol car spotted McWinnie's Katrina travelling out on Harts Hill Road. Going

into the quarry. But why didn't they stop it? That was before the call went

He's trying to make his day.

Well, that's the easy part of it.

Easy?

Now I have to go home and tell Jean she needs a new hairdresser.

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