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You have come together in this church so that the Lord may seal and strengthen

your love.

Christ abundantly blesses this love.

And so in the presence of the church, before me its minister, and with these

your friends as witnesses, I ask you to state your intentions to live in

lifelong fidelity to each other and to God in whose image you have been made.

Charles Forbes, do you freely and willingly take Jane Ross here present

for your lawful wife, according to the laws of God and of Holy Mother Church?

I do.

Jane Ross, do you freely and willingly take Charles Forbes here present for

lawful husband?

According to the laws of God and the Holy Mother Church.

I do.

With this ring, I await you.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

This gold and silver I give you, tokens of

all my worldly goods.

You may kiss the bride.

Thanks for coming, Mr. Tigger.

Well, thanks for asking me, Charlie.

Sorry I couldn't think of a present to bring you.

She's my present.

Aye.

Pass me.

Why did you marry him?

Why do you think?

The fact he's got three years still to serve has nothing to do with it.

Well, I'm glad he's got a reason for going straight.

I hope I'm more than that.

Well, sure you are.

Good luck, now.

Fairy lights?

Well, there's still 20 shopping days to Christmas.

You try getting rid of 10 ,000 sets of Irish fairy lights.

They're not Irish. They're on their way there.

That's where I wish I was right now.

That's where you belong.

Okay, I was wrong. But that's the Irish shite, right?

Piss off.

I want nothing to do with this, you hear?

Nothing.

What is it?

It was on its way to your country.

You make that too?

I've got a favour to ask you.

Not in here. I'll see you up the road after.

That's on the van.

Cheers.

Why ask me?

You must know other safe floors. Guys who'd find a use for it. I just want it

out of me hands.

How can you do that?

How should I know? You're the expert.

Where did you get it?

Fell off the back of a lorry.

I'm no interested.

Come on, George. I don't know anybody else.

Do you know the last time I blew a save?

1978.

I'd done six years. I said at the time, that's it.

I don't want you to buy it. Just give me a name or two. You must have the

connections.

You were the best in your time.

Oh, admiration or no work.

Besides, how do I know where it came from?

Come on, George. You've known me for years. You know it wouldn't get wrapped

in all that.

I'll think about it, all right?

Right. I'll see you then.

Yeah, Violet.

I'll take my change.

Have a good night.

All right.

I thought I'd see you down there, son.

I'm skint.

Ah, well, don't look at me.

Between now and Christmas, I've still got to pay Mrs Ross for the button bend.

This guy reminded me the night how good I used to be.

Good at what?

Blonde suits.

Did you tell him the only thing you're good at blowing nowadays is your brew

money?

It's George McKnight.

I'm OK.

Listen, about that stuff, I'd like to see it.

Make it at six tonight.

It has to be dark, you see.

OK, see you.

Oh, Jim, that looks nice. You could buy that. Yeah,

I wouldn't like that.

We still have to get presents for Auntie Heffy and for Mary and John and Mrs.

McIntosh. What do you have to buy presents for all the neighbours for?

been good to me since we moved in.

Buy them bolted.

Christmas, it's nice to use a little imagination.

Don't I know it.

Here we go.

You never

heard of spontaneous combustion?

What? It's a wee microorganism, eh? It loves wet stuff.

It produces heat.

One minute you've got explosives, the next... A crater.

Fancy that.

You know your science, do you?

I want a straight answer this time.

Where did you get this? That was a straight answer. The truth!

It was being smuggled with goods, Sir Inic.

But nobody knows I've got it.

Smuggled where?

To Ireland.

But these people, they don't...

They don't hand out solicitor's letters, you know.

Can you help me get rid of it?

First we'll bury it properly.

Aye, properly this time.

You swear to me you've no connection?

How many times?

You going back to Ireland for Christmas?

Nah, I'm staying here.

On your own?

I prefer it that way. I don't get on with my family.

Violet has this ritual.

Me and Andrew and her, we go to this cottage in Renfrewshire.

She likes to play at family Christmases.

Sounds grand.

How would you like to do a job with those explosives?

Safe job?

Aye.

Big.

Really big.

You're asking me? You told me I was the best in my time.

Right, I'm giving you a chance to work with the best.

What is it?

There's upwards of a million in it.

I want you to know.

Are you with me?

Am I?

That's 10, 20, 30.

40, 45, 50, 55. Oh, I've got more in here. Give me a few minutes.

55,

56, 57, 58, 59, 60.

That's it. That's for the three nights.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day.

As before.

Thank you.

Well, you certainly like being cut off for Christmas.

Well, keeps your men out of the pub.

Well, I never had Christmases as a girl.

Well, no proper ones.

I think it's important to have your family around you, don't you?

Well, for at least one occasion in the year.

Yes.

What is it your husband does again?

Oh, he's not working at the moment.

No, he's on a disability pension.

Of course, I forgot.

More coffee?

Oh, no, thanks.

I'll have to get back to business.

That's a lovely tree, Mrs. Ruth.

Is it real?

Yes, we always have a real tree.

Come on, sir.

Don't you know that only fools and bosuns whistle?

It's Christmas.

Oh, that's funny.

The calendar says December the 14th.

Get him down.

Pardon, sir?

Do you know what the date is? There's a week and a half to go. I don't mind what

happens out there.

And here, I want a bit of sanity.

Morning, sir.

Not be home for Christmas? Mum, I'm 27.

I have my own friends.

I want to spend Christmas with them.

But it's a family time, Jane. You know what? You're having a treasure hunt on

Boxing Day. It's a stupid day to have a treasure hunt. Why is it stupid?

Lots of people go out on Boxing Day.

But Christmas Day is different.

It's the time we all get together.

It's not as though you have a husband and family of your own.

You can just...

I just want to be by myself. A minute ago, you wanted to spend it with

Do you know, there are more murders and suicides at Christmas than at any other

time, and I'm not surprised.

Oh, bring that subject up again. You bring it up every year just to spoil our

Christmas. Just try being a social worker, Dad.

You'll see what I mean.

I'm late.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that's right. Your friends are more important than we are.

Janie, don't forget the keys.

Fear footsteps behind you.

You think you're being followed by someone or something.

On the floor of the cave are the bones of an ancient woman.

There's also a large pool of black fluid, which seems to be feasting on a

piece of flesh.

You realize that the black fluid is in fact one creature. The blacks spawn...

Can I talk to you? It's a spawn it hasn't got in years.

It now merges into four distinct spawn creatures, each with its own nucleus.

Right. I'm going to fire a crossbow bolt at the nearest one.

You miss.

The spawn subdivides into six, enters your system, and poisons you.

Deduct 12 hit points.

Not poison again.

You keep killing creatures with poison.

Ten for damage.

One is severely wounded.

It's making for the wounded one of your party.

Eighteen. Got it.

Three for damage.

A creature dies.

But alas, its gelatinous quality was binding the roof of the cave. The cave

falls in, crushing you, for you're too weak with poison to resist.

Come on.

Your character's crushed to death.

I've been wanting that character for two years.

You can't kill her.

You're dead.

Crushed. Sorry.

Jamie!

Jamie, it's only a game.

Sorry. I've just had a pig of a week.

Duncan knows I've been running that character for two years.

It'd be like a walk.

Where's your car?

In the garage.

Ew. I'll give you what's in mine.

A dinner walk.

Be a mole.

I'm a big girl.

We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Good tidings we bring

to you and your kin.

We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

When I was a boy, the decorations went up on Christmas Eve.

If we could afford any.

It's important.

Does that not get lost somewhere along the way with the road debt and the

divorce statistics?

You know something, sir? You're a cynic. Oh, I'm just realistic.

Good morning.

Aye, so it is.

Is it a prostitute?

What makes you assume that?

The street.

I'd say she died sometime yesterday evening.

Earlier rather than later.

Severe bruising to the groin and legs.

Consistent with being crushed.

Crushed by what?

I'll tell you that when I know what her internal injuries are.

Only a vehicle could do that.

All this publicity about dangerous weapons.

Weapon amnesties.

The most dangerous weapons got four wheels and millions on them.

Thanks for the philosophy.

Thank you.

It's my own.

I suppose it's something that's come out of a serial fantasy figure.

Mr. Marsh.

Mr.

Ross. Colonel Ross, yes?

Detective Chief Inspector Tiger. Detective Sergeant Jowding.

Could you come in, please?

Certainly.

These gentlemen are from the police.

I'm afraid I've got bad news about your daughter.

Janie? I was just trying to phone her.

What's happened?

She's been found dead.

Oh, my God.

We've notified her husband.

Husband?

There must be some mistake.

Janie isn't married.

If the girl you've got is married, that's not our daughter. No, you made a

mistake. Mrs. Ross, she married Charlie Forbes on the 11th of November.

He's in prison during time for bank robbery.

That's not our Janie.

You've got somebody else.

Chief Inspector Taggart was at her wedding.

That's right.

Look, there's been a muddle.

You've got the wrong person.

I'm sure we can sort this out.

Why didn't she tell us?

Who is this man?

We knew nothing.

Nothing about him at all.

Apparently she met him through working with prisoners' dependents in her job as

a social worker.

We didn't even know that.

We thought you... We never really asked about the job.

She had a good university education.

Why she wanted to do social work, we never knew.

When did you last see her?

Last night.

We had a row.

About Christmas.

She didn't want to spend it with us.

We didn't... Didn't know what I was... What was done

everything. But, Jenny... It was very important to us that she should spend

Christmas at home.

You see, our son died eight years ago.

I'm sorry.

Northern Ireland.

He was in the army.

Do you know where Jenny went last night?

Her friends?

A queer lot. We didn't know them, of course.

They played some sort of game.

Dragons and dungeons or something like that.

What?

Role -playing games.

My niece is quite into them.

Popular with a certain age group.

She married that man in prison to get back at us?

What with the garden festival and the city culture, I don't know what the

going on about.

That's a good one, the glad's going on about.

Bernie Sullivan's place.

Businessman, racehorse owner, gambler.

He made his money out of shipping.

No criminal record.

It's hard to catch somebody that cheats at blackjack.

How do you know he has a safe?

Never heard of Bernie's bash.

Everybody had money to give to this grand fancy dress party.

Businessmen, top cops, sprinkling the hoodlums.

But before that, during the day...

Bernie and some of your semi -pro friends and one or two suckers sit down

play for high stakes.

I know.

I was one of them.

New Year's Eve it was, 1977.

I had £20 ,000 taken off me with a stacked egg.

I'm going to get it back with interest this hard minute.

With a house full of people?

No, no, before they arrive and after the game.

then there could be as much as two million in the safe.

I'm sure they'll hear the noise.

No, they won't.

That's where the explosives come in, eh?

See, we set off two explosions, a big one down the bottom of the garden, the

other one blows the safe. We detonate them simultaneously, eh, to divert their

attention. So while everyone rushes to see what's happening, we make off?

Aye, but the beauty of it is it's gambling money.

A lot of it from the proceeds of crime, and all of it undeclared.

They'll never report it.

How long have you been planning this? Years.

I never thought I'd actually do it.

This thing's all rotten.

And your brain.

And your feathers.

I love you, darling.

Sit down.

Charlie, do you know anyone who wants to get even with you?

I know a few psychopaths, but none who do this.

There's no chance it was an accident.

Post -mortem report says she was run over three or four times.

What about the old guy?

Nobody knew about her marriage on the outside.

Janie wanted it that way.

What gets her out of prison?

There's only Lenny Moffat.

The other two are still doing time at Peterhead.

Why should this Lenny Moffat be the grudge?

He thinks I grasped him.

I didn't.

Well, there's a small problem with a bank job.

Proceeds from it.

Fifty grand.

Now, none of you have admitted squirrelling away for a rainy day.

I don't have it.

Duncan Knox.

Please.

I phoned you as soon as I heard the news about Janie.

She was playing with us last night.

Dungeons and Dragons?

No, the Mind of Nusgar.

Pardon?

Dungeons and Dragons was the first to come out.

Since then the market's exploded.

Fantasy, SF, even 19th century France.

This one's my own module.

You're a role -playing games club.

Right. Jenny started the club when she was at university.

There are students, a couple of lecturers, and me.

I hold the keys.

I used to be a student here, but I dropped out.

Prefer this job.

Where were you playing?

In the basement.

Would you show us? Aye, sure.

Oi, dear.

This place has got the right atmosphere.

Come and join in again if you're interested.

Oh, another time.

When did Janie leave here?

About half past four. The game broke up a few minutes later and we all drifted

home.

Was she alone?

Yeah. Do you recognise this?

Yeah.

That's Janie's character.

Valiara the fighter.

I'll need the names of these players.

Well, there's Fern. Fern McCulloch. She's a social worker beside Janie. And

Kevin Brown.

He's a loony.

You won't get any offence out of him.

Let me be the judge of that, OK?

This is the spot.

I didn't give the police any description of the two boys.

Good man.

One was Irish.

The other called him Martin.

He dropped this.

They seemed like armourers.

He'd want to steal Christmas tree lights.

Exactly.

Fran McCulloch, sir. I feel terrible.

I mean, I offered to take Janie home, but she insisted on being on her own.

If only I had, this might never have happened. If only she'd had her car as

well. Come in. Sit down.

Miss McCulloch?

Detective Sergeant Jardine.

Hello. She must have been followed.

Did you know she was married?

To a bloke in prison?

Yeah.

I'm the only one she told.

I've been wondering if that had something to do with it.

How long have you been into these role -playing games?

Jane and I had been into them for years.

That was the uncanny thing.

Duncan killing off her PC just half an hour before.

A police constable?

Player character.

Janie had been running this character for about two years, through dozens of

games.

It becomes real.

A real personality.

When it dies, you become devastated.

Duncan killed Janie that night.

Crushed her to death.

Didn't you know?

I'd like some raffle tickets as well.

50p a ticket.

Okay.

Fill it in your cellar.

Mind you stick your name in the back.

Martin Lennon. Martin Duffy?

Know the day.

He'll be in the mora night.

Galway boys are playing.

Evening, Andrew.

What are you having tonight?

The usual.

Any idea of a motive?

None. Or clue of any kind?

Just that the car used, according to forensic, was a dark blue Volvo.

Stolen. Abandoned a mile away.

They're going over it now.

Sir, we once had a Christian debate on role -playing games.

Really? Yeah, a lot of Christians think they're dangerous.

They can take over people's minds.

What do you think?

Well... Ferris, get into that game. Find out. Anybody could have followed her

home. You mean play it?

You don't expect me to.

This is your character.

You're a dwarf.

Flint Bonehead.

Now, your character's fairly inexperienced as you're just starting

armour will determine how hard it is for monsters to hit you.

It will hit points. That's a measure of how much damage your character can take

before dying.

When a character dies, who decides?

I do.

Or the dice.

Can we start?

Here, I'll raise you five for your joy, eh? Come on.

I've got enough Paulus -played games tonight.

Get out and bring me in Lenny Moffat.

By the light of your lantern, you can see the treasure.

Hundreds of gems and gold pieces.

Go back, adventurers. Come no further.

Who are you?

Tell us.

I am Morgengast, the Paralyzer. But I warn you...

There are traps on the floor, so come no further.

Well, Morgengast the Paralyzer, we think you're bluffing. Am I indeed?

It so happens we have a dwarf in our party who can detect traps.

Is this where I come in?

Right.

There is a trap.

Well -detected dwarf.

And you are standing right on top of it.

I don't bear Charlie Forbes any grudge.

And even if I did, I wouldn't harm his wife.

Even if I knew he was married.

Which I didn't. That money from the Scotland Street bank job, Lenny.

It's never been found. One of the others has got that stashed away somewhere.

For his release.

You know that. Like Charlie Forbes.

Like Charlie Forbes?

Classic case of dishonour among thieves.

Look, I'm not a violent man, Mr. Taggart.

I tied up that bank teller nice and gently.

She said so at my trial.

What do you want?

A Nobel Peace Prize for robbery?

Give us names.

Enemies of Charlie Forbes.

Who'd kill a guy's wife?

I mean, that's... That's wicked.

No sane guy would do a thing like that.

Maybe an insane one.

A hit! You've got him!

16. Right, now roll for damage.

I'm mortally wounded.

The treasure is yours.

About time. What do I do?

Well, gather it up as much as you can.

It's not nailed down. It's ours.

Yes, the treasure is yours.

But be warned, there's a curse that goes with it.

Right,

you get 30 gems and 100 gold pieces.

But be warned.

The curse is for your next adventure.

I've killed you.

This game has ended.

I was just getting to enjoy it.

Morning. Morning, sir.

Did you survive?

I fought killer bat, a deadly fungus and a ghoul.

All you've got to face is me, eh?

They all take it so seriously.

Janie had 15 ,000 experience points.

That's a measure of how many times she's played the game.

What's the purpose in it?

Intellectual stimulation?

Fun? Role play?

Give me snakes and larders any time.

Are we any closer to finding our motive?

I think to do that, we really have to know Janie.

Hello? Hi.

I was on my way to work and I thought I'd drop these in for you.

I meant to tell you last night.

Janie left them behind.

That night she was killed.

Did you enjoy the game?

Yes, thanks.

What are they?

Clues for a treasure hunt.

Janie was planning it for Boxing Day.

I mean, they're probably not that important.

Everything's important.

Well, look, I've got a case meeting at nine. I'd better go.

Miss McCullough, when you say a treasure hunt, what do you mean?

Well, you know, in cars, following up clues.

I think she was just desperate to get away from her family.

How do you know Bernie Sullivan's using the same caterers? He uses the same ones

every year.

You're going to go into the house when one more person in overalls isn't going

to be noticed.

And you at the same time make sure that none of the real caterers see who you

are.

And then you lie low.

Where? It's a big house.

See, your job's going to be to switch off the alarms.

How will I know where they are?

I'll tell you nearer the time.

Meanwhile, I'll be laying the decoy explosives.

Let's hope your friends over the water don't connect us.

They're not my friends.

You don't think for one minute, do you, that they're going to believe that van

hijack was just luck?

Our love was on the wing, we dreamed of something.

Now it's only round here somebody's crying.

Now it's only round here somebody's crying.

Is Martin Duffy coming?

Aye, aye. I'll be with you in a second, pal.

I've got the raffle today.

It's Christmas!

Thanks very much, ladies and gentlemen.

Now, I'm going to make the raffle, but remember, there's another one on

Christmas Eve, so get your money to poke it, eh?

Now, first one out of the box is... 430.

And it's Brendan.

Come on, Brendan!

Anyway, girls, if he's like chocolates, Brendan's the man to see her before he

leaves here.

Here they go, one more.

226.

226. And that's Martin Duffy.

Have a nice New Year.

to friends of mine.

Damage could be permanent.

Who tipped you off? I swear I didn't know.

Oh, please, God, no. You take it all back. I won't tell anyone.

It's a bit late for that.

You've caused a lot of inconvenience to a lot of people.

Who is the accomplice? Tom McAllister. But he doesn't know I found the

explosives, I swear.

McKnight. He's a safe blower now.

We were going to blow a safe belonging to a guy called Bernie Sullivan at New

Year.

George needs the explosives to create a decoy.

It's the truth.

You can beat me up all you like. I'll tell the same story.

Okay, Duffy.

Suppose I give you the benefit of the doubt.

Suppose I believe it was an accident.

What's in this safe?

Two million pounds, gambling money.

That's a lot of money.

I'll take it to where the explosives are buried. You can have them.

That's very gracious of you.

Okay.

Cover it up.

Don't you want to move? Cover it up.

It's safe where it is.

You know, you're in a position to help us put right some of the inconvenience.

What do you say?

I'm not helping you.

Two million pounds would be very useful to the movement.

Look, it's not me that's planning it. It's George McKnight.

So he doesn't have to know till you get the money.

Then you just make sure you remember your friends.

The ones who made it possible.

You're not my friends.

The way it looks from here, you haven't any choice, pal.

I'll call on my way home. How about that?

Oh, it'll be five o 'clock.

Exactly, yes.

I'll see you then, Mrs Cameron.

Goodbye.

Mrs Cameron.

With all her money, she could afford the Queen's surgeon twice the worth.

Aye, they look the same and they fit.

Just a wee bit taken up at the arms.

Yeah, you can take it on.

Where did you get them from?

It's a wee catering supply place in the Gallagher. I got them in there.

So you take them away with you when you go tonight. I don't want Violet finding

them in the house.

Aye, no problem.

Where did you get the bruise?

It's nothing. I just got into a fight with someone, that's all.

I want you in perfect shape for having one, eh? We're not going to get two

chances at this one.

Right, look at these photos.

Second window, east side of the house, second floor.

That's Bernie Sullivan's study.

That's where the safe is.

You and I will make our way down this drainpipe to the ground.

It's the west side of the house, swimming pool.

That's where the decoy explosion's going to be.

How are you going to make sure they go off together?

Two alarm clocks, both timing off at exactly the same time.

It's going to take a bit of working in.

I thought I heard someone.

Yeah, well, there's no due back to 12.

What's wrong?

You seem nervous.

No.

Martin, there's one other thing.

This job's between the two of you, isn't it?

No boasting, no acting out of the ordinary, no even a whisper to anybody

I'm going home.

Already?

Ah, well, I promised Jane I'd help her put up the tree.

Something amuses you?

No, sir.

Good night.

Sir, I'm collecting money for the Christmas party.

How much is it this year?

Ten pounds.

Ten pounds to watch this crew make fools of themselves?

Bah, humbug.

It's not fair.

My elf has fired seven arrows and this thing isn't dead yet.

If you're going to create these monsters, Duncan, you're going to have

them equal weaknesses.

You missed the saving throw.

You've been eaten alive.

You're dead.

That's not funny.

And you know why.

It's the rules.

Your rules.

Well, you created this cannibalistic ghoul. You lot can flee on against it.

going.

Did you have to kill it all?

You enter a strange town.

It's night.

The windows are bolted up.

There's a smell of suffering in there.

Something.

Daughter.

You shine your lanterns up the street, which is 100 feet long and 20 feet wide.

That leads into a square 100 feet across.

And you see statues.

All the inhabitants have been turned to stone.

The creature emerges from behind the wall.

First you see the ride of the snakes, then the Medusa's head.

All those caught looking at her will be turned to stone.

Now, you also know that a Medusa is fairly resistant to magic.

If I hold up my metal mirror, will she petrify herself?

Well, I'll creep round behind this wall with my dagger, and being a halfling,

hope the Medusa won't see me. Go back, adventurers!

or I will turn you to stone like I have done all the other.

Hello? Hello.

This is Detective Sergeant Michael Jarden.

This treasure hunt of Janie's...

No, I'd love to.

Come over now if you like.

Oh, right.

Is it not a bit late?

No, no bother.

I've just been to a game. I left early.

What happened?

Duncan killed off my player character.

Just like he did Janie's.

Oh, what's going on?

Oh, hey.

Where are you off to?

Put that down.

Hi, gang.

Put it down now.

It's only a joke. We're all playing games. We're adventuring.

Where did you get that thing? I've had it for years.

I tried to get rid of it at the last dynasty, but I couldn't get it in the

I thought that Glasgow's bane for the stranger's tongue must be Mogai.

The many strangers mispronounce it.

But look for adventure in the misty moor.

Well, Mount Doom, Mordor and Barad -dûr are all from the Lord of the Rings.

What were they?

Mount Doom was the volcano where the ring had to be destroyed.

Mordor, the mountainous land.

Barad -dûr, the fort of Sauron. In its beginning is also its end.

Seek ye the rune before the wade of wind.

Oh, I don't know if that's a symbol or a sign.

Mordor, Mount Doom.

Did you say fort?

Yeah.

Hey, you.

I've had one of your loonies in here.

Loony? Aye.

Kevin Brown.

Fern and I managed to... You carried this?

all the way from Knightswood to the university and then to the game, and

stopped him.

Would you stop someone carrying that? They're not normal.

When was this? Last night. He walked in as if he was going to strike somebody.

I was there. I thought you were going home to help your wife cut the Christmas

tree.

No.

I was detoured.

So, what have we got? The starting point for Janie's treasure hunt. It's at

Mulghy, beginning of the West Highland Way.

Fort William and Ben Nevis.

Take heed the rune before the way does wend.

A rune is a sign or a symbol.

And? Well, the second clue would be left there, under a rock or something.

And the treasure hunters would be expected to find it, decipher it, then

to the second location.

On the way to Fort William?

No. South across the Erskine Bridge.

Fern and I think it's the Fermacan estate.

Fern and I?

Aye, she's prepared to take a day off, follow it through with me.

Suddenly she's recruited to the police?

There are Tolkien and games references she can help me with.

She's got the same mind as Janie's.

Michael. Sir, it's vital we get inside Janie's mind.

What do you expect to find at the end of this hunt?

Charlie Ford's money?

The Holy Grail, perhaps?

Let's get back to Earth.

Hello, sir.

I had a firm McCulloch on the phone.

Social worker, friend of Janie's.

Insisted on speaking to me specifically.

What about?

She said she was taking tomorrow off work so she and Jardine could follow

treasure hunt through.

Is that so?

I think it's vital we know what it means, if anything, don't you?

Absolutely, sir.

You going to sort that out?

Absolutely, sir.

Here's a wee sweetie from your auntie Violet.

Here you are, son.

Here you are.

Here you are, dear.

I don't remember you being like that with me.

What does she look like?

My real mother?

How many times have I got to tell you?

She was just a skinny wee lassie. You must have known something about her.

Where she lived.

Where she lived was pulled down years ago.

Mum, a girl who can't look after her own baby wouldn't just give it away to a

complete stranger. You must have known her.

What would you know about girls with babies?

You haven't even got the brains to get a proper job.

Cleaning floors?

What kind of job's that for a young man?

Minus Morgul, you must speak, among the soaring slender birds.

Jenny's gains are worth a peek to track this clue of cryptic words.

My mum still tells me everything's for her.

Just because she never had proper Christmases when she was a girl.

She imprisoned me and my dad in this cottage, in the country,

miles frae anywhere, for three whole days, just so that she can

have a family Christmas.

It's all for her.

Don't you talk away or more.

Christmas is that time of year.

People get selfish.

You know, I wish sometimes that my real mum was Irish and that she's living over

there in the mountains.

Why?

Because I'd like to be Irish.

There's songs.

I mean, I know we've got songs.

But they feel theirs.

They also feel the hand of the law coming down on them more often.

Success.

This

is

it. Minus Morgul?

Minus Morgul was a tower with a light in Lord of the Rings.

The soaring slender bird, then the closer rose.

The crane.

What does it mean, Janie's games are worth a peek?

Every role -playing game Janie devised had a black and white tower in it. It

became a sort of obsession with her, you know, black and white, good and evil.

I didn't know she devised her own games. Every player tries to.

I think I understand why you'd be in before your superintendent direct.

Let's just say he's more of a forward thinker.

What's next?

The arch of Cirrus Ungle now, where monkeys' gardens dare, leads you to this

font of wisdom in the lion's lair.

Mrs. Ross, we have to know everything about Janie's last day.

Every last detail.

Something you may have forgotten.

Telephone call?

Some comment she made?

We've spoken to her friends and colleagues.

Well, what's the good of that, when some maniac killed her?

What makes you think that?

Because nobody who knew Janie would do such a thing.

On the contrary.

We believe that Janie knew her killer.

Well, there's one thing.

The day before, I asked her to deliver the key to Mrs. McKnight.

To the cottage.

We have this little place in the country. We go there in the summer.

At Christmas, we let it to Mrs. McKnight and her family.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. McKnight.

Would you have her address?

Yes.

Violet McKnight.

260 Lanark Road, Springburn.

She has a shop in the Barrowland Market area.

And Janie delivered the keys.

Yes, Mrs.

McKnight came here to pay me the money.

She always does.

But I forgot to give her the key.

So I sent Janie over with it later.

Well, that's all.

Oh, well.

That gives us something else to work on.

Right.

There's a name from the past.

One of your old customers, sir.

I wonder if the Rossies know they've been renting their cottage to a safe

-blower in his family.

Not just any safe -blower. After Reminsky, he was the best. Aye.

This is the Firmachan estate.

There's the arch.

And there's the monkeys.

Let's just hope we don't turn out to be the monkeys.

This must be the font of wisdom.

Yesterday returneth not.

Misuse it not.

The day is done.

Tomorrow, perchance, cometh not.

You all right?

It could have been written for Janie.

I wish I'd gone with her that night.

You went to know.

I just let her walk off on her own.

Oh, George has not been in trouble since they got out of prison. I've seen to

that. It's not about your husband.

It's about Jenny Ross.

You see, the day before she was killed, she brought you the key to the Rosses'

cottage. That's right.

She was such a good -looking girl, too.

I wrote a condolence card to Mrs Ross, but didn't like to send it at Christmas

time. How did you meet the Rosses?

Well, it was through Janie.

Her job as a social worker.

George was in prison and Andrew was running a bit wild and she said that her

parents had this cottage.

So what were George getting out at Christmas time? Asked her if we could

it.

Just, you know, to get away.

Did Janie say anything?

When?

When she brought you the keys, like.

Well, she didn't bring it to me.

She took it to George at home.

Let me see the clue she was going to leave for you.

On the road to the port is an omen of fire to lead you by water far from the

shire.

Omen of fire or comet.

The boat.

Suppose they're even a second or two out.

Then we adjust them till they're no.

By the way, I'll need to move the explosive this afternoon somewhere more

accessible.

I've rented a garage for the purpose.

I'm going to hide in that restroom. I'll get ready to have a rest.

Hello. Hello, George.

Merry Christmas.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Taggart.

Can we come in? I spoke

to your wife.

She said you were at home.

Which is what? Don't around yourself.

We don't suspect you of anything.

There hasn't been a second job.

No. This is, uh...

To do with a murder.

Oh, aye.

Aye, Jenny Ross.

You've rented her parents' cottage for the last five Christmases?

Violet has.

Aye.

No, Andrew and I just go to keep her happy.

We believe she dropped the keys in here the day before she was killed.

That's right.

Did she stay long?

She just handed in the keys and left, that's all.

Did she come in?

Talk about anything?

No.

Aye, well, I mean, she wished us a merry Christmas. Asked us how we were, you

know.

She was only in the door about 30 seconds.

Did you meet Charlie Forbes when you were in prison?

No.

You're coming out overlapped a bit with his going in.

I just wonder.

See, he married Jeannie on the quiet.

Ah, well.

I'm sorry you can't help us with anything.

I'm too old, eh?

I'll see you at the door, eh?

Hey, by the way, the clocks are wrong.

Are they? I hadn't noticed.

The antibiotics seem to have worked.

Can I just knock now? Yes. And the next time you get a racking cough, don't

leave it for two weeks. Not even one.

Oh, honey's always cured me before.

I give my babies honey when they're ill.

Don't I?

I thought about what I said about getting a social worker to help you.

I don't want any strangers.

I've had social workers. They steal things.

I don't believe that, Mrs. Cameron. They do.

Every time a social worker's been here, there's something missing.

They only want to know where my money is.

You want to go out, Jeremiah?

Come on, then.

I don't like this.

someone to clean, Mrs Cameron.

Get along fine. Stop fussing. It's not good for you with your chest.

The last doctor sent someone along.

A social worker.

She stole a pile of my newspapers.

Never seen them again. Why should a social worker want to steal your

For the same reason that someone stole my child.

All those years ago.

What's the final clue?

Make haste west to Weathertop.

Gandalf's room is your next stop.

Now, Weathertop was a hill in Lord of the Rings. It was where Gandalf fought

Black Riders.

There's a tower hill. Do your way.

You both think this is a waste of time, doesn't he?

Do you?

That's what Jeannie intended.

Let's go then.

What's that?

Gandalf's rune.

Gandalf left his rune in a flat stone, just like this one on top of Weathertop,

to let the others know he'd been.

Well, Janie must have put it here.

This can't be the end.

Otherwise she'd have written last stop instead of next stop.

She didn't even finish the map.

She must have intended to come back before the hunt, plant a clue that she

hadn't yet written.

You know, it's strange.

Thinking of her having been here, on her own, planning all this.

I presume she was, Nero.

Why do you have to move the explosive now?

I need to work on them.

Are you concentrating on your part of the operation? I'll concentrate on mine.

Open that gate over there, will you?

Fancy telling us now you're not coming home.

No.

I know, but your mother and I were looking forward to seeing you.

Yeah, but... Look, it doesn't seem right. This is the first Christmas you

haven't been here. Let me speak to her.

Alison.

If you're not coming home to be with us this Christmas, I think it's

disgraceful.

I don't care what friends want you to go where.

Christmas is a time for families to be together, and that's my last word.

It's all your fault.

How is it my fault? Because of all the rows last Christmas.

I didn't start them.

If things went wrong with her and her fiancé, it has nothing to do with me.

kindled them because you insisted on her coming home last Christmas, and then

you were only there for half an hour yourself.

What do you want me to do? Give up my job?

Christmas.

I'm sick of it.

Isn't it time you went to the office party?

Misty, don't you hear?

What are they doing here?

What do you think?

Come on, get us shifted.

It's gone.

Who else have you told?

Who else?

Nobody. You told me not to tell anybody and I didn't. Do you think I'd be so

stupid? Who else do you know about the explosives?

Only Tom.

The guy I hijacked the lorry with, but he doesn't know where I hid them.

Somebody bloody knew.

What are we going to do now? I'm thinking.

Day after tomorrow.

We're off to Violet's cottage for her bloody Christmas.

There's no time to change the plans.

I've been working on this job for five years.

There's no way that I'm going to let two million slip through my fingers.

Treasure hunt wasn't wasted.

Pretty nothing came of it. Still, no stone unturned. What? No stone unturned!

He seemed unduly nervous.

Wouldn't you be with his record?

I suppose you're right.

I wish we could wrap this up before Christmas.

You have looked into every one of her cases in her job.

Every case, sir.

I can't find one person who disliked her, and that's saying something for a

social worker.

Is Alison coming home for Christmas?

No. Not this year.

I prefer Hogmanay myself.

People more signed to be nice to one another.

Are you doing anything special yourself?

Marjorie and I are going to Bernie Sullivan's fancy dress party again.

At Stone Day.

It's an annual event.

Sir!

Sir!

Are you going to join in, sir?

I need your help. I told you.

I want nothing to do with that job.

Those explosives, they're gone.

What do you mean, gone?

I buried them, but somebody's taken them. I don't want to know what you did

them. Listen, I'm in a mess.

George McKnight and I were going to call a safe job with those explosives. You

and George McKnight? Come off it. You're not in his league.

It's true.

People who work with someone as stupid as you. There's worse.

There's this guy from Belfast called Flynn.

He knows about us and the explosives.

I don't know how they found out, but they did.

Did you get me into that?

If George McKnight and I don't pull off this job, I'm going to get killed.

We've got to think up a new plan.

Tom, I'm scared.

You could at least smile.

It's supposed to be the season of goodwill.

I've got a lot on my mind.

But you have.

How to make your brew money last a month instead of a fortnight.

It's out here, you'll have nothing to spend it on.

Give me the box, please.

You going to your holidays?

Eh? You going to your Christmas?

Come on.

Help him with the stuff there.

Yep. Come on now.

Jim, it's really lovely.

Thanks very much.

Jean, there's a lot of space in this turkey. Does that matter?

No, put an onion in.

You better let me do it.

Isn't it time you went to pick up Auntie Hetty and Auntie Peggy?

I might not be Mrs. Deaton, but I can peel an onion.

Don't be vulgar.

You've been sitting there playing yourself this morning since you got up

your father's been up and down with those logs.

I wish you'd tell us what's in that big box, son. I told you it's a present for

you and Mum.

I'm going down to Cairn Inn for a drink at lunchtime.

Over my dead body.

You've got no such pleasure not coming home here rolling drunk and spoiling my

Christmas. Well, go if you want, son.

It's a family Christmas.

Like the Victorians had.

Well, even the Victorians were allowed to drink.

You know, I look about and I think back to when I was a girl.

You know, it was impossible.

You know what I mean, George?

You know, a traditional Christmas.

What are you doing?

There seems to be something stuck up the chimney.

What's green and dangerous?

Shark infested pea soup.

Hello Sam, happy Christmas.

At least I got to church.

Ah, well, that's the main thing.

The Ross's cottage is here.

It's called Hawks Hill.

Do you mind if we listen to the Queen's speech?

What?

The Queen's speech.

I always like to listen to it.

I've just got out of listening to Jeannie's aunties talking about their

operations.

Let's go.

What's that?

That was Christmas pudding.

Why have you stopped?

This is the same route as Janie's treasure hunt.

Let me look at the map.

Hawks Hill.

Her parents' cottage.

It's only five miles from here.

What are you getting at?

It's the clue that Janie never got round to writing.

Sir, that's where the treasure hunt was going to end up.

There has to be a link.

Janie planned for her friends to come here tomorrow.

You planned for them to come this way? That's for certain.

It's called Hawks Hill. It's marked Hawks Hill on the OAS map.

Too obvious a clue for Janey to have ignored.

You seem to know her better than I do.

It's just like you put in the record, sir, that I was right about the treasure

hunt meeting.

It's on the record. What do you want, a medal for doing your job?

What happened?

We don't know.

Were they inside, Mr McKnight?

We don't know yet. It was a big blast.

It might have been aimed at me. I served in Northern Ireland, and my son, too.

Rather an obscure target, don't you think?

They could have believed my husband and me to be inside.

What regiment were you in?

Royal Artillery.

So you know a bit about explosives?

I know the result of a bomb blast when I see it.

Did you also know that Mr McKnight was a convicted safeguard?

What?

Seems there's a lot your daughter didn't tell you.

Oh, uh, Detective Chief Inspector Payton, Lieutenant Colonel Ross, Mrs

This is his part. He's in charge of the inquiry.

Sorry this had to ruin your Christmas.

Andrew.

This is Detective Chief Inspector Payton.

He wants to know about the cause of the explosion.

Can you tell us anything about that?

No.

Nothing. Was it just your parents who were in the cottage?

Yes. Why did you leave them?

I went to get drunk.

It's Christmas, isn't it?

I went to care then. How did you get there? It's four miles.

I walked.

Did your father have any explosives in the cottage?

Was he setting up a job?

No.

Do you remember anything that happened before you left to go to the bar?

My dad lit a fire.

And he was complaining about a blockage in the chimney.

Blockage? Yes.

A car was seen leaving the area.

The constable here took the number.

We traced it a certain name, Martin Duffy and Partick.

Now, do you know him?

No.

See, um... He's an old customer of mine, as they say. From Donegal.

Did your father know him?

Looks pretty smashed

up.

Aye.

Looks like he had a bottle party.

Let's go and see his old pal, McCallister.

Hey.

Hi, guys.

Long time no see.

Have a nice Christmas.

Back to the old grindstone, eh?

Ah, some of us never leave it.

Your old pal Martin Duffy.

Have you seen him lately?

No. Oh, come on, you're buddies.

If anybody knows where he is, you do.

I haven't seen him for, eh, six months.

We lost touch.

Why's that?

Just our hands.

You know what he's been up to lately?

Who he's been mixing with?

No idea.

Why? What happened to him?

That's what we'd like to know.

Is he in any organisation?

Martin?

Come on, he's not the type.

You know that.

They wouldn't have him.

Hello This is for you

who had served in Northern Ireland and there is speculation that the IRA may

have been involved.

So far, no responsibility has been claimed for the bombing.

Burglars broke into the home of a family in Dublin on Christmas Day and stole

over 5 ,000 francs worth of... Would you like anything else?

Do you have a shovel?

The reverend!

Follow me, please.

Superintendent McPitty.

Remember me?

Harry McPhee and George McKnight, sir.

How could I ever forget you, Mr. McPitty?

I'm here about my client.

I understood that your client was dead.

Even the dead have a voice, superintendent.

Come away and...

As you know, I was George's solicitor for over 20 years.

That's why he trusted me with the letter.

Not to be opened until after his death.

It says on the envelope, the death of me and my wife Violet.

When did he give you this?

Three years ago.

He was anxious that Andrew should know who his real mother was.

I never expected the letter contained anything like that.

But someone inlaid me.

Who's Mrs. Cowan?

Pritchard Food Ares.

Very wealthy woman.

Her son was kidnapped in 1963.

Snatched from the garden. Never been seen since.

A virtual recluse now, I believe.

If she's a recluse, maybe she doesn't answer the door.

Can you not think of a better suggestion?

There must be somebody she knows.

Like a social worker.

I don't understand why he lied to me.

Why neither of them ever told me. If they both kidnapped you, they'd both be

liable for prosecution, even after this length of time.

Why would they kidnap me?

Who knows?

They're not here to tell us.

Mum couldn't have children. I know that.

Fortunately, there are ways of testing your parents' claim.

Blood group tests, I know.

You're well involved.

Everybody knows about blood group tests.

It's called genetic fingerprinting.

Involves the DNA.

I'm willing.

Andrew, we know a bit more about this explosion.

It didn't happen in the chimney.

It was a crater, which meant the seat of the explosion was in the middle of the

floor.

Now what can you tell us about that?

Nothing.

Sorry to call so late. Can I have a word?

Were you in bed?

No. What about?

I contacted social services department to find out if anyone was known to a

method Cameron of Royal Ferris.

They gave me your name.

She's the Pitchard's food theorist. Lives like a recluse.

Who's the one?

Why are you interested in her?

The case of taking a turn.

Felt like you were role -playing games.

I'm not the only social worker who tried to help her.

There was Janie.

And about 12 others at one time or another. She just wouldn't have any of

They didn't tell me that.

And how can I help?

Oh, we need to approach her.

Get her trust.

Oh, well, the person you want to see is Dr Gilchrist.

She's been a doctor for years.

One of the few people she lets in the house.

Can I come in and write this down?

No, sorry, it's not convenient.

You'll find her at Holdsworth Street Health Centre.

She doesn't go private.

Winnie Cameron is so mean. She hasn't thrown a thing out in 20 years, not even

newspaper.

By the way, thanks for taking me to your party.

Listen, what are you doing for the new year?

I don't know yet.

Do you want to spend it with me?

No, sorry, I can't. Good night.

Come on, it's bedtime.

Out of the way.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. There we are.

Come on.

Who's that?

Oh, you wee pals.

You can bring me up right.

Come on.

Come on now.

That's right. Come on, baby.

Oh.

Up.

Up to bed.

Do you think this Dr. Gilchrist can talk her way in?

That's what I'm told.

Well, eh... She knocked you back?

I never really expected anything from her. No, of course you didn't.

Detective Chief Inspector Tiger.

that we dork and dork are for your gang of war.

There's a wee wife in Parliament waiting by a wee butt and bang.

If you could say it's a little breakfast like sex.

She's on her way, sir.

She won't get here any quicker.

Who are these?

Cat Protection League.

Do they not have one for people?

Asphyxia, caused by the heavy overlay of paper on the throat and mouth.

Possibly vagal inhibition intervened, which would account for the classic

changes being absent.

Are you saying she didn't have a chance?

I'd say it's highly improbable that she pulled this lot down on top of herself

by accident.

Would you look at this, please?

It's a good letter, isn't it?

After loss or tragedy, it's funny the way the mind can go.

Get these cats out of here.

Oh, this one's scabby. You're a policewoman, not a vet.

Sir, it's as though someone was ahead of us. Knew exactly what we were planning

to do.

How long will it take?

A few days.

Genetic fingerprinting can't be hurried. Still a young size.

So what have we got, Mike?

That letter was definitely in George McKnight's handwriting.

Is this a list of telling the truth?

What are you thinking?

A trial.

Andrew somehow or other saw a hard fire.

Realised he had a compatible blood group.

Saw himself as a possible heir.

How much did she work?

A few million, no kidding about.

It was in a trust. It was well publicised.

Along with all the claims to be her lone wolf's son.

Does Andrew McKnight have been taken?

No. He does have an alibi.

He was in a pub with 20 witnesses.

He's just a player.

I see what you're getting.

But who was the games master?

They might both be Group B. The DNA results say different. They could no

mother and son.

Carry on.

Is that you, sir?

Yes.

Rather good, isn't it?

My costume for Bernie Sullivan's due tonight.

Chinese mandarin.

Mrs. McVitie is going as Helen of Troy.

He'd make a lovely pair, sir.

Sir, we just did a report from the Falkirk police.

Duffy's car's been found abandoned.

About time, too.

What are you doing about Andrew McKnight?

We're following him everywhere.

Where he goes, when he goes, who he meets.

It could be a long time before he sees another new year.

Come on, Michael.

Are you Tom McAllister?

Yes. You're taking me a bit of time to find you.

You hijacked a van with Martin Duffy.

Oh, my God.

I represent some people who are very anxious to know what's become of their

property. I told Martin I didn't want to have anything to do with it.

Where's Duffy?

I don't know. I haven't seen him since before Christmas.

The people I work for don't like to be made fools of.

I had a deal with Duffy.

Now he's gone, the stuff's gone, people are dead.

And we're getting the blame. Please.

You know, you've got an awful lot of talent in them fingers.

You'd be ashamed to lose them. I swear.

He just told me someone took the explosive. They didn't know her.

Let's approach this another way.

Duffy and George McKnight were both in this deal.

The one of them didn't know it.

Now Duffy's gone, McKnight is dead.

I

don't

know anything about you!

Must mean something.

Duffy goes missing.

McAllister nearly meets the head baker.

See when he can talk to us, let me know.

I'm going to see Charlie Forbes.

here just to wish me a happy new year, Mr. Taggart.

Right.

Are you any nearer finding Jenny's killer?

There's one bit of the puzzle still to fit in.

We know she was planning her treasure hunt for Boxing Day.

What was she planning for Christmas Day?

Visit me.

That would only take an hour or two.

She told her parents she'd be away all day.

She had to plant the clothes on Christmas Day.

Aye.

I thought so.

Which meant her travelling the route, going to all the places beforehand,

including her parents' cottage.

I can't help you there. You've helped me enough, Charlie.

That bit of information now makes me certain.

A phone call for you, sir.

Get much of a celebration in here?

We bang in a few pipes, get up a chorus.

Mr. Taggart, you talk as though you know who's responsible.

Oh, I know, Charlie.

I know.

That's the whole truth.

Are you sure Duffy didn't know about the explosives that were on that bank?

Sure.

He's too dumb.

Not so dumb if he was planning a million pound robbery.

Let me get this right.

Are you telling me that George McKnight and Martin Duffy were planning to go to

Bernie Sullivan's tonight and steal a million pounds worth of gambling money?

That's what he told me.

And then the explosives disappeared. Somebody took them.

Right. That must have ruined their plans, eh?

What was Duffy going to do then?

He just said... George McKnight has invited him for Christmas.

So he would have a chance to talk it over.

Make another plan.

If you'd have told us this before, you'd still have your fingers.

Thank you, Michael.

Please.

Can we see Mr Sullivan?

Ah, Mr.

Taggart. I've never gambled in my life. Jack McVitie's known me for years. He'll

vouch for that.

Well, thank you, Mr. Sullivan.

I never expected to find anything.

Pity it couldn't have waited to more civilized hours.

I'll leave you three here to discuss police business.

And I'll return my guests if you don't mind.

Explain in the morning.

I want an explanation now.

What is this job?

It was role -playing games, sir.

McKnight and Duffy had set up a job. It was pure fantasy.

There was no money, no gambling, Dane. They had no intention of robbing this

place. Then what are you doing here?

George McKnight needed a body to pass off as himself.

Somebody who would keep quiet about where he was going over Christmas.

Sorry.

So, George McKnight stole the explosives?

Yes, sir.

He was double -crossing Duffy all the time.

He killed his wife and Duffy, blew them up.

And then he drove Duffy's car away.

The cleverest thing he did was plant that letter three years ago.

How he must have waited for the right opportunity.

What about Janie?

She met a monster more dangerous than she ever met in her games.

George McKnight didn't want her coming in on his plans.

On Christmas Day, she had to plant the clues to her treasure hunt.

She must have said she'd drop in, so she had to be got rid of.

And where is George McKnight?

Well, sir, Confucius say, even great detective, not clear void.

Say, not bad for number one son, eh?

Castle 26478, Happy New Year!

Who? Aye, hang on a second, I'll just go and have a look.

Are you Ronald Smith?

Are you Ronald Smith?

Aye. There's a telephone call for you.

Up there?

Fine, Ronald!

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year to you, sir.

What's happened? I've got nothing on my paper.

Happy New Year, Dad.

What?

They did a blood test.

We're going to get away with it.

Today, that's crummy place in Newcastle. Tomorrow, who knows, eh?

I don't think your old man was going to end up a failure, did you?

the test what did they say they fingerprinted me right i i

i don't know okay right they they took a blood sample

and they said that it was for fingerprinting dad yes

they said they said that it had to go to the d -ray or somebody

Mr. McKnight.

How much have you had to drink?

We haven't met, but I think we should.

Right away.

Who I am isn't important.

But I think I have enough sense to know what I'm here for.

Now, I want you to tell me where I can meet you. Daddy's got a gun!

I've got to think.

I've got to think.

Okay.

Let's say you have five seconds to think.

After that, I blow your son's head off.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Okay, listen.

Glasgow Docks.

Old Harbour Master's house.

I blew a safe there once. It's out the way. It's well hidden.

Mia's upstairs.

How did he tell you how to get there?

Be there at eight this morning, alone, unless you want your son to take your

place.

Isn't it the custom in these parts to offer your first foot a drink?

Who did this? Flynn.

So where's your father?

Come on, we know he's alive.

Did you help your father explode that bomb that killed your mother and Martin

Duffy? He did. Who killed Janie, the social worker? He did. Was that you?

He killed them all. It was his idea.

What about Mrs Cameron?

He killed her too.

I was going to get all her money.

We were going to go to America.

He was your hero, I suppose.

He wanted to show me he could pull off something big.

We're from Ignite to show. We want the boat together.

You really thought you could get me that way?

Hey, look, let's explain it.

Your son explained.

I'll pay you so back.

It's not the money.

It's not the inconvenience.

It's more than that.

The people I represent don't like being made fools of or double -crossed by

amateurs like you.

I'll go see a thing.

Just let us go, eh?

It's going to be anyone.

It's not up to me, George.

It really isn't.

You're surrounded by police.

Throw the gun down.

And step away from it. And put your hands against that wall.

Where's McKnight?

He's up there.

Get the circus in here.

Find out who's got the key to that front door.

Get to there!

Happy New Year.

And you take your share of the good times and bad times.

Oh, something's raining on your mind.

It's the only place that I'd be willing to die.

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