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Oh, you made it.

Aye.

Well, what do you think?

That one.

They're too old -fashioned.

I want something modern, breezy.

The window's open. Look, if you can't be serious, you shouldn't have agreed to

come. Look, Jean, you asked for my advice, and I said that. They wouldn't

I'm afraid I've got to go. I've got paperwork.

Well, try to find time to take a look at this.

Home decor?

This wouldn't have anything to do with your house move, would it, sir?

No. You taking the day off for it?

Never had a removal for us.

Do you think I'm forking out 400 necker for nothing?

I get the impression you're not exactly enthusiastic.

You're right.

I got it.

We are.

Staggering about all over the place.

Drink or drugs.

Terrible, it is.

Can I have your name, please?

Shaughnessy. John Patrick Matthew.

Constable, sir, I used to be a police force officer myself a long time ago.

If I may offer you a word of advice, you're going to have trouble with that

In the heat of drowning, you can't put a white lion round a corpse.

Address?

No fixed abode.

Isn't it a bit cold for you this time of year?

It's kind of you to express that, sir.

Since I reported the body, do you think there might be a reward for a cup of

tea?

Make sure it is tea. I never drink anything else, sir.

How much did you give him?

A pound.

What do you think this is, the Sully Army?

I know him.

Joe Higginson.

He's in the church youth club I run on Sunday nights.

Over here.

Excuse me, miss. As I pointed out the body, do you think that might be your

reward? Excuse me, sir. I want to come and eat.

Can't smell any alcohol.

Your witness said he was swaying. That's right.

There is an injury on his left temple.

Thought he would have got that falling in.

Or knocked it on a branch.

Otherwise he shows all the signs of drowning.

He wasn't the type.

To drink or take drugs.

A lot of kids don't look the type. He wasn't the type.

I've met his parents.

I'd like to break the news to them.

Right on you go.

Why are you about it?

Ask about drugs.

You know what to look for.

Sir, we found this over there.

Pair of boxing gloves inside.

Could be their heads.

Sensible deduction.

See you on the wall, friends.

Oh, fire!

Not in.

Meet me at the Ballantyne Youth Boxing Club.

I think that's where he just came from.

Boxing?

through his heart than you thought.

Church Youth Club? I don't know where you find the time.

Is that no more your community police activity?

I enjoy it.

It's a way of introducing young people to church, sir.

Oh, I'm not knocking it.

Ping pong and Bible lessons.

Is that what you mean?

That sort of thing.

Joe?

Dave?

Well, he was here for, what, 20 minutes.

He'd had a row with his girlfriend.

I think he just came to box it out of his system.

What was the row about?

Some youth -hosting ski trip they were supposed to be going on this weekend to

have him over.

I think she stood him up at the last minute.

Seems to have a lot of interest.

It was his parents.

They're always warring.

I don't think Joe just did anything to get out of the house.

Was one of them drugs?

Drugs?

Joe?

Never. I like to think I keep my boys out of that sort of trouble.

I was in the prison service.

Tell the Cootley detention centre.

How many knocks did Joe take?

Punches. I never counted.

To the head?

A few.

Possibly may have suffered a delayed concussion.

Hey, I would not have let him leave. It's only one option amongst many.

There's nothing wrong with boxing.

Oh, you think it's right to turn a lot of kids into punch -drunk animals?

Skiers break their legs.

Racing drivers have crashes.

Every sport's dangerous.

Not all, sir.

Well, I've never played ping -pong, so I couldn't comment.

He was only 15.

His whole life ahead of him. And that...

lets them take a 20 -minute bashing and walk out into the street.

I don't know yet.

They're jumping to conclusions.

I saw those two at the club. I'm sorry, I just think it's uncivilised.

I had my collar felt when I was a kid.

A local inspector ran the boxing club. He suggested I go there.

Well, he insisted, really.

I was 15.

Never did me any harm.

Oh, right.

Roger.

We've heard that Tiggerson's taken a customer to Fort William.

He's a minicamp driver.

Cost a few bob, that.

Fort William police have been informed they're keeping lookout for him. Any

on the boy's mother?

No. We've not got her yet.

Any feeling?

Accident.

I'm sorry, Mr.

Higginson, but we'll need you and your wife for a formal identification.

We can wait till morning.

You may not remember me, Mr. Higginson, but I'm the church youth club.

Your son was a member.

Police in Fort William, eh?

Brought the news to him and then let him drive back on his own? I wanted to.

We haven't been able to contact your wife yet.

Mr. Eggerson, would it be all right if we came round and took a look at the

boys' room?

Aye.

Hello?

Was it normal for your wife to leave all the lights on when she went out?

Mike.

Cold.

Ice cold.

It's got me stumped.

I need an explanation.

She died of hypothermia in a house with central heating on. I don't know what

she died of yet.

A body temperature of 29 degrees. Even I know that's cold. Something lowered it

dramatically.

Bearing in mind your evidence that the boy was swaying as if drunk, I'll hazard

a guess.

Poison.

Poison?

What kind?

You do know how many kinds there are.

Good.

Can these lab boys work through the night? I need a result in the morning.

start off by asking to have a look at the curry.

In the pan on the stove.

Curry? It's what we've found so far in the boys' stomach.

I want all these gardens searched.

Where's Higginson?

He's at number seven with a missus man.

She's simply in a warm fire.

I could do that myself some nights.

Listen, then.

Am I right in thinking he didn't know his son had changed his plans and come

home? That's right.

He thought Joe was an Aviemore.

Why did he come straight to us, not to his wife?

9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,

1.

Morning.

Cash for antiques.

Porcelain silver glass, old pop furniture, anything you want to get rid

Valuation on the spot and a good price paid.

Hello.

I'm an antiques dealer.

And we're buying for rich Americans in London.

Now, we're willing to pay high prices for furniture, silver, jewellery,

paintings. Is there anything you're fed up with? No, nothing.

Just people like you that get me up out of bed at this time of Monday morning.

Glucose acetaldehyde.

It's a narcotic rat poison used by pest control companies.

Rat poison?

It was in the curry and in both their stomachs. The sun to a much lesser

What I think happened is this.

They ate together, but the boy had rather little.

The strenuous exercise hastened the narcotic effects, causing the boy to

though he were drunk.

If he hadn't drowned, he'd probably have lived.

What exactly does it do, this poison?

Oh, it kills people, sir.

Destroys the nerve ends in the body, causing rapid heat loss, which explains

hypothermia. That's all I need.

Fetch Higgerson.

Don't alarm him. Lock his empathy.

Feed anything he wants.

Mr. Whippeter?

Yes, ma 'am.

Thank you.

I spoke to three of his cab driver colleagues. I've got the full info on

marriage.

Marge Higgerson was in a mental hospital five years ago. She's been in Valium

ever since for her nerves.

She made Higgerson's life such a misery.

He used to sleep at nights in his cab just to get away from her.

He didn't joke about bumping her off.

And you never knew this? I thought you'd met them.

Only briefly.

Maybe you should play less ping -pong in that club of yours and get to know the

kids.

Do we know where it was?

The, um, glucose acetaldehyde.

Rat poison.

Still think Bolton's an unfertilized sport?

That's 20 pounds for the tea set and five... But I thought you said 30

pounds. Oh, that was before I noticed the cracks. Nobody wants to drink out of

cracked cups, you see.

I tell you what, I'll make it 20 pounds.

That's your receipt.

And... there's your money.

I wish you would part with this pottery cottage.

Oh, that was my wife's grandmother's.

They're not worth anything singly these days. You need the set.

Tell you what.

I'll give you 25 for it.

I suppose I've just got used to it.

I know.

They're a bugger to dust.

Not a bad haul.

A Clarence Cliff tea server's worth a good seven or eight hundred.

Plus an embroidery sampler.

Period. Early Victorian.

And this.

First one I've come across.

What is it?

William Palmer's cottage.

A famous Staffordshire poisoner. Sold by the thousand after his execution.

Worth a good 500 today.

Who did he poison?

Almost anybody. His wife, brother, creditors, children.

Seems like a nice fella.

Let's go over yesterday morning again.

Now, you left the house after your son.

Yes.

You were under the impression he was going away for the weekend.

Your wife was cooking a curry for lunch. She said you'd be back at one o 'clock.

But you didn't come back.

Instead, you took a 50 -foot wall.

It was good money.

I'm sure it was.

I rang Marge. I told her.

I wouldn't be home.

Well, what did you expect?

She was going to have it without you.

Didn't you think I would, eh?

Well, a bit like myself.

My wife prepares meals and then something turns up.

It's just a tragedy that your son came home.

Good little boy.

How do you think that rat... Poison get into the curry. I don't know.

You see, the thing about that is it can only be obtained through pest control

officers. Now, do you know any of them? No.

Now, you know what I'm getting at here, don't you? I didn't do it.

Look, Robert.

There's a lot of guys here who would love to go home for their Sunday lunch.

Sir. Not now.

It's important.

One more minute, I would have had them. The labs have found more poison than

this.

It was in the pedal bin.

It traced the glucose to aldehyde in both sashes.

Contact the people who make this stuff.

Did you poison that?

Did you?

No.

Why do you keep following me?

Is it not bad enough my family's dead?

You still think Higginson might have done it?

Possibility. If he did, you're going to have a very unhappy manufacturer.

I'd sooner risk that than end up with half a city dead.

I think this is him.

Mr Pilgrim Murray.

T -bomb man.

Detective Chief Inspector Tiger. This is Detective Sergeant Jardine.

You'll have been told that we found rat poison in one of your three samples.

You're too late.

They've all gone out. Yes, we know that. We want to know which areas they went

to so we can recall them. Recall?

That's just a precaution. It's a new line.

Two people have died.

That's not my fault.

You panic people.

Too young for that.

Your dad has no idea.

He likes it.

Come on, Brian.

Be dark soon.

It's too cold for him.

He's wrapped up.

Andy.

Who's cheery, eh?

Is that his cheery big boy, eh?

That's the best pal in the whole world, eh?

Attention. Could anyone who has received a free sample from Wonderland Products

please hand them to the collecting officer.

There is no cause for alarm. What's going on?

Do you live in these flats, sir? Yeah.

Did you receive one of these through the letterbox?

We're collecting them in. One was found to be contaminated.

We haven't touched it yet. I'll get one.

How many in so far?

About 2 ,000.

3 ,000 went out altogether.

If Higginson turns out to be guilty, we're going to lose.

We can't find a link between him and the poison, sir. It's not something the man

in the street can get a hold of.

We traced the ferry he took to Fort William.

At least that part of the story is true.

Saves us with an employee of Wonderland Products.

I wonder if Tobermory ever called in a pest control firm.

Tyburn Mary.

Mary's his surname.

Mary by name, not by nature.

because you!

Morning.

How are you?

Not so bad.

Passage out that pig line, will you?

See, when it is, we want to put a room to interview him. No, he's a missionary

from his sister.

Well, he doesn't like us.

Well, can I use your office? Tell him to come here.

All right. All right, bye.

How long have you worked for?

and I don't think they treat their employees the same way over there.

That's a different impression from the one he gave us.

Really? Do you know of any employee with a grudge against him?

I know people who wouldn't even spit in Mr. Meary if he wouldn't buy it.

Michael, come on!

You'll get your chance down at the station. He bloody assaulted me!

The man's a lunatic!

Listen to what he says.

I'll have you for everything, Mackay.

Shoot you through the core.

Get go of me.

I was his warehouse manager for six months. And you know what he stagged me

Taking the day off because my kids were out.

You're a maniac, Merrick. You're having a car. Leave your brain to science.

Let's take some finding.

Get go of me.

I called you here.

I asked you if any of your ex -employees had a grudge.

Why weren't you honest?

Because you'd take him away, lock him up, and I would not get the

I've a mind to take you away and lock you up.

I thought this was a free country.

It is.

And I'm free to do what I like.

How do you get people to part with things like this?

For practically nothing.

It gets harder.

This is an early start.

Leather trim.

Porcelain handle.

Worth what? About 250 to 300?

Look good in your window, Julian. I'll offer you 50 for it.

50? After all, let's remember what the Bible says about greed.

The love of money is the root of all evil.

Suits me fine.

That man.

He doesn't appreciate a good thing.

I'd like to buy some new clothes.

Why? Those you've got are perfectly good enough.

What do we ever do with the money?

Except live like gypsies.

We have a home.

Gypsies don't.

Anyway, somebody had to put money aside for you. I won't always be here.

I'd rather see it now than when you're gone.

You'd waste it.

On girls.

There's only one woman in my life.

You know that.

Where would I get rat poison from, Mr. Taggart?

If I wanted to get my own back, I wouldn't risk killing an innocent

I mean, do I look that taut?

Yet, when you left Wonderland Products, you threatened Mr.

Merry. Said you'd get revenge.

I meant take him to a tribunal.

Official channels.

I won't be the first to do that, either.

No? Killer Ingalls, his secretary before Pat Dunn.

Sexual harassment.

And then there's a couple of women on the factory floor.

Get your pad out, I'll give you a list.

I mean, why pick on me?

No wonder it's called Wonderland Products.

I think Tobermory lived in Wonderland. Want me to check him out?

No.

You check out the pesk and coal farms.

Find out who has that point.

Check their stalls.

I'll take care of it.

Thanks, Jim.

Right, Mrs. Adler, can I see you now, please?

Mr. Adler, Mr.

James and Mrs. Kennaway from the Beatrice Baldwin next.

In that order.

If that would work.

you think you're doing? Who gave you permission to give those people away?

Did I give you permission?

Oh, Mr. May.

Well, did you charge him?

We have to have something we're going to charge people.

It's called evidence.

He threatened to get even.

So did a lot of other people.

Look. You hold anything back from me again, or try and take the law in your

hands, I'll charge you for obstructing the plate.

Is that all you came to say?

For a moment, yeah.

Because there's something I want to ask you.

It's about publicity.

How much can you play down what's happened?

Make out it's not the fault of Wonderland Brothers.

How do you mean, play down?

In the papers.

I don't want my company to suffer.

Listen, I'm hunting a maniac that's killing people.

Your potential losses take second place to that.

This is a free country. I have a right to carry on my business.

Mr. Merry, have you ever hired a pest control firm for vermin?

Rats? Never.

Are you sure about that?

There are no rats here.

Set for Sergeant Jarden, Maryhill Police Station.

Aye. We're inquiring for poison.

Look like they're aldehyde.

You mean this?

There's lots of ways to kill a rat.

That's right.

There's that sticky stuff that gets in their fur and makes them want to lick it

off.

There's that stuff that makes them thirsty. Then when they go and search

water, they keel over when they drink it.

And then there's that stuff, cyanide and magnesium.

When it's exposed to air, it creates cygene gas.

We use that to infer them in their layers.

Of course, it's not all rat poison. There's mouse, cockroach. I'm told

glucosetaldehyde is one you mix with a cereal base.

I've obviously been doing your rounds.

Just how easy would it be to steal the concentrate?

Any pest control officer that left that lying around wants his neck broken.

Can you tell me if any's missing?

Do you keep a register?

Well, not a register as such.

Job sheets.

I can tell from looking, none's missing.

Isn't that a bit arbitrary?

A wee bit.

You fancy a cup of tea?

No, thanks.

Did you ever do any business with Wonderland Products?

In the Colmore Inductive Estate?

Aye, Wonderland. About a year ago.

Now, when I say business, that's another matter.

Where are you going to see the day, Dolly?

Something about zombies.

You should stay in here.

See them free of charge.

You put the price up?

Oh, it's coming on Monday afternoons because it's cheaper.

Still cheaper than the normal admission price.

Checks depend on extra 20p before decimalisation prices run up by twopence

threepence.

Good film?

What I saw of it, I fell asleep.

Dolly? Hmm?

When are we going on a trip again?

Not for a while.

The strain of this life is getting to me.

I thought Newcastle.

We haven't done Newcastle.

I'm going for a lie down.

So far, I've covered every pest control firm in the Northside. What have we done

for them?

Give me a chance.

I've been to one, Baird and Sutton.

We're called out to Wonderland Products.

To where?

Called out.

Because of rats?

Mary called them.

They didn't do any work, though.

Mary took umbrage of being told he needed £30 ,000 worth of maintenance

keep the rats out.

Said he could do the job cheaper himself.

That explains the track course.

Track course?

Where?

Wonderland.

They're illegal.

Look, I didn't spend all day with rat catchers and learn nothing.

The rats stick to the gum and then they chew their own feet off to escape.

Get rid of it.

You're worried about cruelty to a few rats?

What about people's lives?

Get rid of it.

You want to get your priorities right, Inspector.

I don't like seeing dumb animals being hurt. You want rats in here, huh?

Well, on the subject.

You lied again.

You had a pest control company in here called Bird and Son.

They didn't do any work here.

I sent them away.

Ah, I know that.

You took one look at this dump and told you how much maintenance had to be done.

Are you the environmental health or the police or what?

You'll have both in here unless you're more open with us.

Or else there's a pest here that I'll control myself.

Looks as though we might get away early.

You think so?

Aye. Just one more flange and we're finished. Offskiss.

Have you seen where it is?

No.

Come on. My turn to drive it.

The first guys have had five here.

Right. Take us up to Lingerie.

OK, going up.

I think she was showing it to me, you know, by the way. I play my cast better

than you do every night.

Andy,

Andy! Will you stop mucking about?

Andy, jack your head, will you?

God's sake, man, your head's up!

Andy, for God's sake, Andy, jack your head!

Stop it, Andy, stop it!

Joe, what are you playing at?

I'm cleaning the cameras.

Does he have any family?

No, no family.

His wife, she died six months ago.

Alcoholics.

Had he been drinking? Yeah.

Lunchtime? No. A couple of witnesses said he looked that way.

That's what I don't understand.

He just had what he always had.

You all right, son?

Hi.

Jean, that's me. I'm off.

Oh, I can't throw this out. It's Alison's teddy bear.

What?

Jean.

She's a ward sister.

She's 22 years of age.

If she'd have wanted it, she'd have taken it with her. It belonged to your

mother. Ah, but she's hardly coming back for it, is she?

Now, Jean, we're moving to a new bungalow.

We have to get rid of some junk.

And look at that place.

It's a junk house. I'll sort it out.

Look, I know you're not looking forward to moving, but...

You'll soon feel at home.

After all, let's face it, we've hardly changed a thing in 15 years. That's what

I mean.

I like this wee house.

I feel at home here.

You know, they say apart from divorce, moving house is the most traumatic thing

you can do.

Well, try catching a maniac and moving house.

Jim, we could have another poisoning.

Oh, no.

Who's it this time?

An engineer, Andrew Cochran. On contract work at Collins Bookware House. It's

just a possibility, sir. I discovered this jar of Wonderland pickle in the

kitchen. He had it on his sandwiches.

Fatal accident.

Concussion. Proceeded by drunk and light behaviour.

When? Yesterday afternoon, sir.

Yesterday?

You see possibilities sooner than that.

Come on, mate.

You're going to grow up and be a big boy for your granddad, aren't you?

Oh, it's OK.

You won't have tea with us tonight, Mr Baird.

Tomorrow night, maybe.

OK, son.

You look after my boy.

Why wouldn't you speak to her?

You know why.

I married her because... You married her because she got you to marry her.

There was a hundred things you could have done with your life. Then why come

at all? Because he's still my grandson.

And she's too young to be a good mother.

I suppose I am too young to be a good father.

Well, I'm not.

What exactly do you make here, Mr. Henderson?

What do you think you make, Willie Hart?

Mind you, it's a telephone box.

Somebody's propeller part.

Some M .O .D. work, but no need to talk about it. It's a secret.

What? It's a secret!

Ah, that's him there.

Mr. No.

Diggie No.

Detective Chief Inspector Tiger.

Detective Sergeant Jardine.

Sorry to hear about your work, mate.

I never saw anybody die before.

Ah, so was the shock.

What did you do to the boot warehouse?

Contract work.

Replacing aluminium flanges in the ventilation system.

Had Mr. Cochran been drinking?

No.

We're working on a ventilation shaft 70 foot up.

Where did he do his grocery shopping?

What's that got to do with it?

Well, it could be important.

I don't know.

Somewhere around about where he lived, I suppose.

Where's his car?

Still outside.

Want to show it?

Don't you ever do things the easy way?

This door's unlocked.

What are we searching for?

Well, sometimes when I pick up the shopping, I leave receipts lying about

car.

And receipts have the shop names on them.

I never thought of you doing the shopping, sir.

I eat too sometimes.

Did that never occur to you?

Yeah.

I just thought that wife of his, she used to work in a...

grocery delicatessen shop near the house.

Possibly sell shops there.

Yes. Yes, he did.

Why?

Did he buy a jar of this off you?

I think so.

Yes, he usually did.

He came in the other morning and... Can I use your phone?

Yes, of course. It's in the back shop.

Help yourself.

What's wrong?

Well, I don't want to alarm you, but there's a...

A suspicion of poisoning. Just a suspicion.

Poisoned?

From this shop?

Nothing to do with hygiene, Mr Fairley.

Then what are you talking about?

It's taken us two years to build up this business.

And now you say Andy was poisoned.

It's rubbish.

Would you remove all Wonderland products off your shelves until we're certain?

Wonderland?

Oh, no.

There was that other case.

Walter. The three sample, remember?

Two people died.

Yeah, I'm afraid so. There could be a connection.

Hey, I mean... I believe his wife worked here.

Yes, part -time.

Until we had to get rid of her.

She had a drink problem.

Yes, we know about that.

It's positive.

Glucosetaldehyde.

Look, old... What?

Rat poison.

Hold up production till we re -interview certain employees.

We'll also need to search the staff locker. Do you have a master key?

It could have employees in the shop, not in the factory.

We're aware of that, Mr. Mary.

Stop the machinery!

This one?

Quite remarkable.

The foundry seals and the signatures.

Do you know how much these fetch?

I've done my homework.

What do you expect me to do? Buy them.

Getting rid of pieces like these takes time.

We've managed before. What's the problem? These are worth far more.

At least they would be if they were genuine.

People talk in this trade.

I can't just flood the market with them. A collector here, a collector abroad, a

dealer here.

It takes time. I'll take part of my percentage up front. I need to pay my

source.

It's Mother.

She mustn't know I'm here.

Dolly! Light of my life.

Cut the crap, Julian.

Give me a good price for this.

Mmm.

Poison bottle.

Not just any.

Bottle collectors would cut throats to get one shaped like that.

With your eye for a valuable object, I don't know why you don't go into the

trade properly.

Too much like hard work.

I'll give you £20 for it.

I'll take it somewhere else.

All right.

All right.

I could never resist your charms.

When did you leave Hungary, Mr. Mary?

1956.

Have you tried that locker yet?

No. Give us a key and I'll... Mr. Mary.

We're going to have to close down your factory.

I'm sorry.

Close down my factory.

Yeah, just until we catch this mania.

And we're going to have to recall all your products.

You can't do this to me.

You have no right.

And Sue!

Who is your superior?

I am.

Miss Dunn.

We like to see all those people again. The manufacturing side.

It's lunchtime.

Time flies when you're having a good time, doesn't it?

We want to see them now.

Okay.

Pickle, sir?

I think not.

Oh, by the way, Mary's secretary asked me to give you this.

Oh, thanks.

I'm just getting no feeling about anybody here.

You know the one person we've forgotten?

As Robert Higginson.

You're not still suggesting... As a victim, sir.

With respect, we always seem to ignore our mistakes.

He looted his wife and son, and as if that isn't bad enough, we accuse him of

the murder.

Then, when we turn out to be wrong, we don't apologise.

We just turn the other way.

Your end of the lesson?

Oh, I think it's a very noble thought.

Receive this.

You better tell the police right away.

No.

We tell the police nothing.

Mr. Higginson.

Can I come in a minute?

Aye, please.

What

do

you want?

To see how you are.

The police care.

There's been another poisoning.

You know about that?

You've come to blame that on me.

Do you need any help?

You've got a pair of eyes, haven't you?

I feel personally involved.

Knowing Joe through the church youth club. Ah, the church youth club. Oh,

aye, aye.

Well, he only joined that to get away from his mother.

And the boxing club, too.

The skiing.

That was all to get away from your heart.

And now... Now he... We owe you an apology.

Sometimes we get it wrong.

You owe me what?

I got accused of their murder.

And now you apologize.

You people are no interested in the truth.

All you want is someone to fit the frame.

to clear your desks. You don't want to know the truth.

Morning.

Morning.

Just bringing a little brightness to the front.

How's business?

Not too good.

Hardly surprising.

Trying a few loss leaders.

I want you to look at a few photographs.

See if you recognise anyone who might have been a customer.

I'll just get Walter.

After. I want your separate reactions.

No, no, I don't think so.

Take your time.

I'm sorry.

Why? That jar of pickle was manufactured after the batch of free samples.

Now, between the two dates, all these employees left Wonderland Products.

You think one of them might have come in here?

It's possible.

Walter, do you recognise any of these people as customers?

Oh, he or she wouldn't be a regular customer.

Nope.

I don't recognise any of them at all.

Sorry.

How is your mother, dear?

Oh, still bedridden.

I'm glad I still get out for my pension.

Not for long, though. Why that?

I'm putting myself into one of these nice retirement homes by the sea.

After all, I've nobody left now.

I'm having difficulty getting about.

Oh, what a shame.

I'll be sad to sell the house, though.

I've lived in it for 53 years.

My brother and sister used to live in it, too, but they've gone now.

Oh, I'm looking for a good home for my cat.

I can't take him with me, you know.

Did you say 53?

Oh, excuse me.

Hello. It's Mother's pension.

I'll wait for you when I'm finished.

I'd like to have a chat.

Oh, that would be nice.

What's it here for?

Why us?

Why our shop?

If we could forget.

Somebody died.

And you sold the thing that killed him.

It was always our dream to have a wee business like this.

It's not a big dream to have.

Other people succeed at far bigger things.

Our customers aren't going to be put off.

Happened once, that's all.

It's not going to happen again.

We're not to blame.

Don't you see?

We handled the thing that killed him.

Both of us.

This is the sort of sophisticated place your father used to take me into.

Overexpensive. It isn't sophisticated.

It is for Glasgow.

Didn't he just get Grandma's pension?

So?

They'll find out she's dead one day.

We got nothing out of the baggage while she was alive. I'm damned if we're

missing out now.

Talking of which, we've got a house clearing.

Where?

Twelve mountain iron terrace. Old folk had it. Two gone, one to go.

Bit on our own doorstep.

Too good to miss. Where did you get money to buy that suit?

And how much is this costume?

My treat.

We don't have to live like tramps.

I know how much we're worth.

You keep out of my box. It's private.

Why do you keep that picture of you and Dad in it?

Because. You always run him down.

Your dad was the handsomest, most charming man I ever met.

Then came the floozies, all rich women. He conned money out of us.

They never saw it again.

You're so like him, it worries me.

I'll never hurt you, Dolly.

I promise.

Now, oysters?

Mr. Meary, you must... They are the police.

They are fools.

They'll mess things up and then I'll suffer.

This way, I catch the person myself.

They're a well -equipped police force with experience of this sort of thing. I

know what I'm doing.

It belonged to my grandmother.

She stabbed a Russian in the foot with it.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to kill anybody.

Just make a citizen's arrest.

Hello? Taggart. Hello?

Mr. Taggart?

Is that you? Aye. Mr. Taggart? Yes, it's me.

Mr. Mary, he's left already.

He's what?

He's left already, Mr. Mary.

Calm down a bit.

What? Calm down.

Right. Hillhead Underground Station.

He's to go on the first train that pulls in after 12.

Then go off and leave the carrier bag at Kelton Prince.

What? Aye, and he's got a knife.

Three minutes.

I'd rather have three hours.

If Mary has instructions to go off at Kelvin Bridge, that means the

will probably go off at the next station, won't he? On George's Cross.

Or he might stay on.

I want you on that train watching both of them. Wouldn't it be better to use

someone you wouldn't recognise?

No, I want him to know we're there.

Turn left here. No shortcut.

Thank you.

Why are you here? Look, you. You should have contacted us the minute you heard N

was going on here.

This was a great outfit.

Get your hands off me. Will you get your hands off me?

You're next.

Oh, hello, dear. Do come in.

It's all very old, I'm afraid.

So, I say, I'll just take a look.

I'll leave you to it, if you don't mind.

Thought I could just make some money, that's all.

I've been unemployed for two years.

Well, you won't be for the next six.

I've got a wife and children. What are they going to do without me?

Listen, Brodie, you might only be guilty of demanding money with menaces, but

you've wasted my time checking you out, obstructing the police, putting the

public in danger.

I did it for my family.

I'm sorry.

Morning. Morning.

Aha!

I hope he'll get all his business.

Oh, don't you worry.

I'm going to throw the book at him.

Mainly because I'm saving the library for you.

That's great.

I, the victim, get penalized.

Obstructing police?

Carrying a dangerous weapon?

Assault? I wouldn't have lost him if you hadn't been there. If he had been the

poisoner, we might have lost him because you were there.

You're sure he's not?

Oh, get out of here.

This is what you get in this country for helping the police.

Going out of your way.

And don't pat him in the back.

Well, that was very nearly a 24 -carat cock -up.

What were you doing?

Sleeping on that train.

It all happened so fast.

Well, to be truthful, sir, it wasn't entirely our fault.

It was all done in a rush, no time to plan.

What I think we should do is...

completely double -check all pest control firms and their suppliers.

Forget ex -employees, forget grudges.

We need to concentrate on finding the source of the poison.

I still need a motive, sir.

You know, I'm sure I've seen your son somewhere before.

There you are, Mrs Watson. I'm hopeless with names these days, but I never

forget faces. And his is so familiar.

£150.

When you finally move... Let us know and we'll clean out your furniture.

Certainly. Oh, and thank you.

If she finds out you've screwed her, you'll have to change post offices.

Don't.

Don't use that word.

Hello again.

Brought the high -hedron with you this time, eh? Detective Chief Inspector

Taggart. I hope that's dead.

If it's not, it's a good faker.

My son Brian.

Hello.

It's just that we're anxious to trace the source of this glucothedaldehyde.

Like I told your companion, I can't help.

I checked my stock in front of him. If there was any missing, I'd know.

What about any of the employers?

Would they have access?

Just Angie, the girl that answers the phone.

Yeah, she told us where to find you.

Look, Angie is totally reliable.

Anyway, she doesn't have access to poison stocks.

I keep the keys all times.

Has anyone ever asked you questions about this poison?

No, I wouldn't tell them. When you were at Wonderland Product, for instance? No.

What about you?

No.

What exactly are you doing here? I pumped some cygene gas in a few days

The rats nest in there and into that factory up there.

We're just dragging the corpses out.

Don't damage that. It's a rare stive.

He's a teddy bear.

He's meant to be played with.

Teddy bears like that are worth thousands at auction, and that's where

going.

I never had a teddy bear.

I think that's my problem.

You never wanted one.

You were an odd child.

And whose fault was that?

Never made any friends.

Never joined any clubs.

All you ever wanted to do was hang around me.

Well, I'm making up for it now.

This is nice.

You're not having any? Oh, no. I've had plenty.

I like to do your favourite.

I put a load of sugar in it.

A little bit bitter.

You know, we should have got a bottle of wine.

We don't have any.

You could go back to the shop.

Get one.

All right.

I'm just on my own, Mr. Baird. Aye, sure.

You get that, Brian?

Any messages?

I'm Mr. Smith's own door. Baird's his son. Pest control.

I'll put it in the diary and try and catch up.

Hello?

Where are you going?

Brian!

Come back!

Brian!

I answered the phone. I just heard Simon crying.

He answered the door, that's all.

Your dad says you just ran out.

There you are. Thanks, Mr Target.

Do you always run the marathon when you come home?

If you answered the phone and just heard your baby crying, wouldn't you wonder

what was wrong?

I went to the door to let the detective in. It's hardly leaving him.

OK, OK.

It's not important.

What do you want to see me about?

Well... I'm a bit worried about the other day when that van stopped.

What van?

By the burn.

When you were hauling the dead rats out of the ground.

I don't remember any van.

You looked like you'd seen a ghost.

It must have been your imagination.

No.

I don't think so.

It was handling those dead rats.

I hate doing it.

You were looking at the van.

You weren't looking at the dead rats.

You're safe.

Is that not your job?

He's been very lucky.

He had far from the least of those.

They've just been for a day or two.

Where was the poison?

It was in the sugar you put in the rhubarb.

But I took that bag of sugar from the shelf in the shop.

Yesterday. And you didn't have any yourself? No.

I don't take sugar.

Very lucky.

Can I go in and see him again now, please?

Yeah, of course.

Mrs Fairley.

We'd like you to set up a surveillance operation on your shop.

After we check your stock thoroughly, of course.

Say, um... Along with Wonderland products, you're a victim too.

Never thought of it that way.

Hello.

I wish you'd sell me that stifed teddy bear.

It's going for auction.

Some things are too good for you, Julian.

Think how long you'll have to wait.

I'd give you a fair price now.

You wouldn't have a fair price if it fell on you and flattened you.

Oh, come on.

Haven't I taken a lot of stuff off your hands, Dolly?

A lot of dealers won't even talk to knockers.

Don't use that word!

It's vulgar.

Where did you get this?

Up north.

Roy and I put an identical one up for auction three months ago.

Probably a fake.

I'd be a lot happier if she didn't know we were watching.

She'd be a lot happier if the shop was closed for good.

Sir.

He spiked my rhubarb. I doubt I'd be that forgiving.

That looks like a good shoplifter's coat.

You going to sit there all day?

Do you want me to do

that?

No.

No, I can manage.

Right, that's $3 .99.

Reduced from $6 .49.

Regular customer?

Never seen her before.

I'll put it in a bag for you.

How are you feeling?

All right, thanks.

Considering.

Hans just told me.

How long do you want this to stay open?

Not too long.

We hope.

I'll tell you what.

I'll buy a box of these.

There's something nibbling up there.

Have them on us.

Cheers.

Aye, aye.

Still rat catching?

Yes, urgent call.

I'm after a rat myself, a human one.

Look, I've already told you, I can't help you. Sorry.

Where's Brian?

He's still.

I don't want to hold you up, but I spoke to your son. I've got a feeling

something's bothering him. Did you ever have that feeling yourself?

No. Oh, well.

That's part of this job.

You get a feeling something's wrong, and no evidence.

Just thought I'd follow it up.

Look, will you leave us alone?

There's other pest control firms in Glasgow.

I must get on.

I'll be back later.

You look a bit edgy yourself.

What's wrong with these rats? Are they eating someone?

Is that nice?

Sweet.

Oh, my God, son. Get away from her!

I think, sugar, you're the one that pleased her little son.

Spread it up, you two.

About two weeks ago, I went out for suppers.

Fish suppers.

I was walking home.

This van followed me.

The driver asked the way to Springburn Road.

He had this map and asked me to climb in and show him.

The next thing I knew, there was a knife at my throat.

They said they knew where I worked.

They'd followed me.

That if I didn't get poison for them, they'd scar my kid for life, and Pauline

too.

I believed them.

They said if I told, they'd do the same.

I was scared.

I replaced the glucosetaldehyde with icing sugar, so Dad wouldn't notice.

I left the poison by a seat at Rockhill Park.

That's all.

Did you take the number of the bar?

You've helped to kill three people, nearly a fourth.

Now, what was the number of that van?

WGA 438V.

You said they spoke to you.

Only the driver.

Did you see his face?

No, it was dark.

It had his hood up.

It was an anorak or a tracksuit or something.

He must remember something about him. Was he old, young?

Forty.

Forty -five -ish.

Please, can I have police protection for my family?

You'd have had that two weeks ago if you'd told us then.

Don't you read the newspapers.

Have you no idea what these maniacs are up to? I was too frightened.

There's something else.

The hand that held the knife in the white glove.

It's like it could have been a woman's.

Excuse me, madam, the film's finished now.

That's good of you, sir.

What about the van registration?

False plates.

They belong to a tractor in Cumbria.

Two people don't go to all the trouble of obtaining poison just to kill a

There has to be a motive.

Ah, you're right, sir.

She usually does.

Rather points to Anne Fairley, wouldn't you say?

She can't be blamed for the sash that went to the Higginsons' house.

For all we know, the whole Higginson family could have been the intended

victims.

I suggest we look for the connection between them, because there is one.

One for the road, sir? I think not.

I cannae believe that.

Who'd want to kill all of us?

Revenge? We weren't of that sort of family.

Was your son mixed up in anything?

Joe wasn't mixed up in anything.

He just... Hey, this guy's free, OK?

Aye, and you get. You were saying?

He just... Aye, just the clubs he belonged to.

Does anyone have a spare key to your house?

There was only one free sample found.

Now, if somebody planted it...

Well, they'd have to get into your house to remove the uncontaminated one.

See what I'm getting at?

Oh, I think so.

No.

Nobody. Did you know Andy Cochran?

He was an engineer.

Brass founder.

Hey, look, why are we hanging around? Let's get cracking. I'm in a hurry.

Ah, fair enough.

Excuse me.

I never heard them mention anybody called Higginson.

I don't think they ever took that.

How long did you work here together?

Twelve years.

I've been here longer.

Here a twenty.

Think of the reason why anyone would want to kill him.

I thought it was accidental.

No.

Can't.

What's that you're making?

Bud light bodies for oil field installation.

Look, are you telling me that Andy's death was deliberate?

Yes.

Two people, it seemed, went to a lot of trouble to get a hold of that poison.

That shop where he bought the pickles, where his wife used to work.

If you ask me, that's where you should be making your inquiries.

We are.

Who

are

you?

Lionel Woods.

We live here. And who are you?

I thought the flooding was tomorrow.

No, today.

We never met you, Mr. Taggart.

Yeah, I've not been home for a couple of days.

Never mind. Have a glass of champagne.

Yeah, thanks.

This is my wife, Tamsin.

You're the chief inspector, aren't you?

Uh -huh.

Would you prefer a whiskey?

Yeah, I would, please.

It's different.

Do you like it?

Yeah, it's nice.

Here we are.

Ah, that's my favourite.

See, um...

I never wanted to move.

It was my wife's idea.

She set her heart on a bungalow.

We lived here for 26 years.

Lionel restored works of art at the Kelvin Grove Gallery.

That's my crime.

Ah.

It was nice.

To come home and talk to somebody.

She used to listen, but never really interested in my day.

Won't she wonder where you are?

Uh, yeah.

I suppose I better ring.

Yeah, I guess.

You know your new number?

Yeah.

I kept the old one.

Hello. Where are you?

I'm at home.

Wait. I'm not at home as such.

At home?

No, I just made a mistake, you know.

Jim, this is home.

Yes, yes.

She's great.

Could I ring for a taxi?

Well, looks like they're not showing up.

Better radio in.

Name's Donny Armstrong.

Next of kin, son, Roy.

Call themselves antique dealers, but they don't have a shot of such.

How much, uh, glucose set aldehyde?

About two grams, and then just chocolate.

Nothing else in the summer.

Two liqueurs left.

Duchess brand.

Someone spent hours unwrapping each one, extracting the contents with a syringe,

mixing the poison, squirting it back, and then plugging the holes with

chocolate.

And I'll tell you where she bought them.

Fairleys. Laura Campbell and I ate a box of these.

You going somewhere?

A holiday.

Walter needs one.

So do I.

You weren't going to let us know?

It's not nice being watched by the police.

You don't have to keep the shop open.

Come on, Walter.

We need a break. This is a free country.

The last person that told us that was a Hungarian food manufacturer.

We soon put him right in that one.

Chocolate liqueurs?

I don't believe it.

That was fresh stock.

They were all on those shelves.

Nobody could have come in and tampered with any one of these.

Someone did.

And you sold the box to Mrs. Armstrong.

And that person had time.

Lots of it.

Patience. And a purpose.

Well, we don't know what it was.

We just want to get out of the shop.

We never want to see it again.

And neither of you had seen her before?

No.

How often do we have to say it?

Tea all right?

Yes, thanks.

Dolly Owes used to say tea was good.

After a bereavement?

Yeah.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Talliot, Detective Sergeant Jarden, Roy

Armstrong. It's me.

Sorry about your mother.

Did you know she was going to the cinema?

She always went on the Mondays.

Because the tickets were cheap.

Was it usual for her to buy chocolate liqueurs?

Yeah.

She used to eat four or five boxes a week.

She was addicted to them.

We'll have to look at her personal effects.

You mean a fagging box?

Well, I call it that because...

I don't know what the dickens is in it.

Mum was always tidy when it came to the paperwork.

She'd never let me touch it.

She was the business -minded one.

You're going to be a very rich young man.

Well, she'd never invest.

She wasn't very sophisticated with money.

Who's Julian Sharpe?

Antiques?

Yeah.

It's a dealer we sometimes do business with.

That's Mum's receipt book.

She gives her receipt to each householder.

Three pages have been roughly torn out.

Have you any idea why?

No.

Like I said, Mum did the paperwork.

How many people knew your mum liked chocolate liqueurs?

Lots, I suppose.

Why?

We think they were meant for her.

How?

I don't even know why she used that shop.

It's not even on the way to the cinema.

Is it?

Dolly and I went back a long way.

She had a lot of flair.

She should have had her own shop.

I've always said that.

They were knockers, weren't they?

I don't understand.

Come on, Mr Sharp.

My grandfather once parted with a grandfather clocked at a fiver because

guys told him it was worthless.

They knocked on doors, yes.

And you handle the stuff they count?

There's nothing illegal in that.

If people part with antiques in good faith, that's their lookout.

How can you charge 90 quid for this stuff?

Teddy bears are very collectible nowadays.

So's money.

What other stuff did they bring in here?

These toys.

That rocking horse in the window came from an old lady who was selling up.

Did you know she had a taste for liqueurs?

Pardon? I don't... Dolly Armstrong.

Dolly, yes.

But I don't see the connection.

Neither do we at the moment.

He seems harmless enough.

I saw Walter Fairley touch that box of liqueurs.

He's the only one that could have intended it for Dolly Armstrong.

You're lucky he didn't sell it to you.

Otherwise it might have been your turn for the gypsy stomach.

I'm not sure it isn't.

It's funny, though.

Her son had the motive.

Could have been the two of them.

And in it together?

No, I can't see it.

Walter Fairley was a victim himself.

Still doesn't explain Cocker and the engineer.

Higgins' wife and the son.

Oh, Mike.

There's something here we're missing.

Hello? No.

I haven't.

Honest. I promise, I haven't. Honest.

What did you do that for?

Hello, Jim. You're here early.

What can I do for you?

Morning. Let's see.

This report on Dolly Armstrong, we find it a bit ambiguous.

I've been called a lot of things, but never ambiguous.

Twelve milligrams of alcohol in her bloodstream. I take it that came from

chocolate liqueurs.

Morning. Morning.

When did you last eat a box of chocolate liqueurs? You're lucky to get any

flavour, let alone alcohol.

So where did it come from?

12 milligrams of alcohol means that she had an alcoholic drink two hours

approximately before she died.

Better check that out.

Thanks, Stephen. Just wanted something to say it.

Ambiguous.

This is Watson.

12 on to 9 10th.

I've got to get the tiles to clear. They're normally 75 pence, 60, 70, 20

What? Who's got 10 pence to clear? 10 pence!

Leave it out. You've got one. No chance. No chance again.

No chance. There's no chance now. No chance.

There's no chance. No chance again. I've got the migrants three times a part

night. No chance.

Hands off his head. We'll never get a desktop.

I'm coming.

Hello Mrs Watson.

Remember me?

I thought you'd decided after all to buy my house.

I'm sorry.

Found another place.

Moved in the day before yesterday.

No, no. No milk for me, thanks. Just sugar.

I think people are put off by the work that needs doing here. Oh, I like your

house.

But my wife makes her decisions.

She would be the lady in the wheelchair, was that right?

Aye.

Didn't stop her from dragging me around 20 other places after I'd seen yours.

Mrs. Watson, when I was scrambling about in your shed out there,

I saw a rocking horse.

Great big thing.

Oh, it's gone.

Two very nice antique dealers came, a woman and her son.

I sold them a lot of stuff.

You shouldn't have.

They were con men.

They're called knockers in the trade.

They prey on people like you that are selling up.

Probably paid you just a fraction of what it was worth.

Oh, well.

What would I have done with the money, anyway, at my age?

Can I see the receipt they gave you, please?

Yes, I think I still have it.

Have you any idea why they'd want to conceal the fact that they called on

No.

There it is.

Yeah.

See, their copy has been torn out.

And the three pages after it through may have any sign of an imprint.

Now, why?

There's got to be a reason.

Nobody else's was removed.

Have you arrested them?

No, I'm afraid we can't do that.

They're not doing anything illegal.

I'm just here to say about Mrs Armstrong's murder.

She was poisoned.

Goodness me.

How dreadful.

You were the last person I did business with.

I sat on the jury in a poisoning case about five years ago.

What was his name?

Price.

Pointing some goods in a supermarket.

My mind was sharper in those days.

By David Price.

I remember the case. Still in sight.

That's where... I knew I'd seen that young man somewhere before.

The antique dealer, the son.

He was on that jury.

That's Dolly.

She's in here every Monday lunchtime when they're waiting for pictures.

Is she in here this Monday?

You think so?

Aye. Cos she met somebody, that's who I remember.

Who? That's some young fella. A bit flashed, dark hair.

He didn't style him, had a drink with her and left.

She says it was her son, if you believe that.

What's the day you had?

Caught the information you wanted.

Dolly Armstrong met her son in a clacking bar before she went to the

So that's how he did it.

Poisoned her.

He must have waited till she went to the bar or the toilet and then swapped the

box. It just happened to have an identical box full of poisoned

Uh -huh.

I was mystified.

How did he know she was going to buy that particular brand?

He told her to.

Fairley's had a reduced offer for Duchess liqueur chocolates.

Dolly could never resist a bargain.

Right. He got the idea from the prize trial.

He was on the jury list.

He knew everything on the line.

So he tore the pages out of his mother's receipt book?

Yes. The last person he wanted us to see was Mrs Watson.

She was the only one who could put us on the trail.

Higginson?

Oh, fool, much for observation.

We were right about him in the first place.

Right, Sergeant.

You pick up Higginson?

We'll pick up Armstrong.

Come on, Jim.

We'll go in the nuclear matter.

Looks like he's not in.

Taxi's not here.

I'm going to turn to the station.

All right, Mike.

Thanks.

Nice car, sir.

Oh, not bad.

Look.

So, Higginson poisons his wife.

Armstrong poisons his mother.

Two birds with one stone.

You could say.

Let's see if he needs to stay, Higginson.

What is this place?

That was a hospital.

I'll get a hold of Jardine.

Better get him out of here.

I'm sorry about Joe.

We each had our own bit of poison.

We each took our own risks.

Just wish we'd never met in that jury.

The police will never connect us.

Oh, aye.

But we'll keep coming back to both of us.

I won't break down.

Get closer.

Like one but get on here

Who

is it I think

I know who has I Only want to buy

Why did he have to come home

Why?

I only wanted to kill her.

Because she always turned him against me.

I don't know what to say.

I've nothing.

I just don't know if I can live with it.

Don't be alarmed.

He's my other partner.

You're a member of a very exclusive club, Robert.

Come on!

Come on!

Doug's an artist.

Well, an engineer, actually.

But he has a sort of...

Artistic flair.

You see this?

This is a rare 19th century French bronze.

Worth £2 ,000.

Well, comparatively rare.

Forgeries.

Doug's workmate found out about this place.

This is where we age them.

With chemicals.

Acids.

You have to tell them everything.

He wanted a cut.

A big cut.

So, we put a bit of poison into a jar of pickles his workmate had just bought.

Okay, that's enough.

Robert's not going to say anything.

Are you, Robert?

So only the shop owner was random, eh?

Right.

To make it look good.

Look good.

I suppose Joe's death makes him look good.

I don't want to be part of anybody else's murder.

Let him go?

To break down in front of the police?

Why do you think I asked him to meet me here?

I'll go and see what's going on.

Jim? It's Jordan.

He's caught in traffic.

Robert?

How long will it take?

I don't know. I've never tried it with a body before.

We should have done it to that kid who got us the poison.

He wouldn't have talked.

That kid alone.

And the baby too.

It might be too late for the baby.

What was that?

It's a forgery's racket.

This must be where they aged them.

That explains the Knowles connection.

What's that smell?

Strongest near you, sir.

Thank you.

What car?

There we are now, all ready for Simon.

Yes. Now, Daddy, I'll put your bib on for you.

Shh. There we are. Oh, look at me, look at me.

Oh, that's nice.

Roy, talk to me.

Tell me about the baby.

Come on, Simon, eat something.

Look, Mummy and Daddy will show you how to do it. Look for Mummy here.

Mmm. Mmm.

Nice. Mmm, Mummy likes that.

Roy. Talk to me. Oh, that's a really big bit. Look.

Oh, that's lovely, isn't it, Daddy?

Beautiful.

Now, Simon.

Open, open it.

Oh, didn't I tell you? That's a good boy.

I couldn't do it.

The one that analysed.

What kept you?

Who's Dignos doing here?

Well, he was a joker in the pack we knew nothing about.

The Three Musketeers. But where's Higginson?

He's dissolving.

In a soup urn.

I think he was the cook that squirrelled the broth.

Yes, I know the city like a lover.

Good or bad, it's hard to love another.

This is no mean town.

No mean city.

City life is strange. You take your share of the good times and bad times.