All language subtitles for Taggart s05e02 Love Knot [New Years Special]

Have you got me?

Yeah. Okay.

Hello, Brent.

Hello,

Brent. The last time I was in that
dredger, looking for a body, we found

others, completely unconnected. Do you
see?

Do you see?

Oh, very enough.

Their job's hard enough without a
machine that goes digging up bodies.

It's not nice.

That's my eighth one this year.

Glad you're still counting.

Precious a daisy, that one. See, most of
them are in there for some time.

Three of them have never been sold
neither to him.

Fancy that.

Young girl, too.

Not exactly a rose garden here, is it?

How long's she been down there?

No more than a couple of days.

Age, about 19 or 20.

Some fearsome head and face injuries.

Naked, except for that anorak.

I've never seen anything like them in 25
years.

Most weapons leave a characteristic
wound, but these are extraordinary.

Sheath?

Curved and heavy.

Tooth marks on the convex side like a
saw, but wider.

More deeply serrated.

Smooth on the concave side.

How many?

A dozen wounds on the head.

The wounds on the face were made later.

Probably an attempt to make it
unrecognizable.

Either he got interrupted or he didn't
have the stomach to finish it. The

second, I say, wouldn't you?

Could this be the shape of the weapon?

Mm -hmm.

So, these knots round the wrist, the
cloth hitches, that's the double

fishermen's.

What were you, a boy scout?

Yeah. They're used by rock climbers.
That's climbing rope.

And that's the shape of an ice axe.

How do you know about mountaineering?

I had to go to a theft of climbing
equipment from a sports shop once.

Dib, dib, dib.

Could get the adrenaline going.

He's not as good as she thinks he is.

Looked like our fault. Too much slack.

Come on, let's just show them.

Maybe we should wear some of their
designer tights.

There's the napkins.

I did tell the butler to pack them, but
you know what it's like. You just can't

get good servants these days.

How do you feel now?

I don't want to talk about it.

You should.

Look at that view.

Makes you all worthwhile, eh?

You'll have to do Nevis again.

Not this year.

Well, at least you've not lost your
touch.

So what does think pink mean?

It's to do with rock climbing.

Think clear, think positive. Go for it.

You do rock climbing?

It's not just a man's sport.

Is it no dangerous?

No more dangerous than riding
motorbikes.

Bike riding's no dangerous.

It's other people in cars not looking
where they're going.

So why did you become a physiotherapist?

I love feeling men's bodies.

There are three mountaineering or rock
climbing clubs in Glasgow.

Two university ones, Glasgow and
Strathclyde, each with about 120

Then there's the North Faith Club.

It's more of a hard man's club.

Membership of about 50.

What do you mean, a hard man's club?

It's not for your happy amateur.

It's more for the die -hard.

It's a difficult club to join.

It's an easy weapon to conceal and
carry.

Do all climbers have one?

All serious climbers.

Shoots with snow and ice work. Man does
the walking aid in high mountains.

But never on rock faces.

Only on human faces.

So what do mountaineers do on their
summer weekends?

Head for the mountains.

And they leave Glasgow when?

On Friday nights, I imagine.

I imagine so too.

So if this murder was committed and the
body dumped in darkness between Friday

and Saturday...

We could cut down on the figure.

Any word on the rope?

11mm sheathed cairn mantel rope.

On sale for the last 15 years in
climbing shops everywhere.

The rucksack that weighted the girl's
body down to come and make as well.

OK, here's what we'll do.

We'll form three teams.

Two go to the university clubs.

You and me will go to this... North
Faith Club.

Where is that? It's with Carbeth Inn.
About six miles out of Glasgow.

Why do you say this was a men's club?

There are some women in it.

Hey, excuse me.

You a member of the North Face Club?

Who's asking?

Watch my lips.

Who's your president?

We don't have one.

The secretary, then? We don't have one
of them either. This isn't a debating

society.

Who's in charge?

Susan Bryant writes the letters.

Apart from that, nobody's in charge.

Where is she?

Inside there.

On the left.

Susan. DCI Tiger, Berry Hill Police
Station.

Detective Sergeant Jarvie.

We'd like to talk to you and the members
of your club.

Go ahead.

What's it about?

An attempted prison break -in. We think
someone with climbing skills tried to

get up the wall.

You're joking.

I thought people only tried to break out
of prison.

This was to help somebody break out.

Oh, no. Oh, God. Yes, you did.

You did a load.

I've been out of Clemmons for a while.

About six months.

Get back into it.

Why's that?

Just felt the need to.

I don't know. Where did you get out of
it?

My son was killed in a rock climbing
accident.

Ben Nebby.

I was with him at the time.

I'm sorry.

How old was he?

Nine.

You went climbing with a nine?

There's no law against it.

And I've been through a lot, don't mind.

Where were you Friday night, early
Saturday morning?

I was home.

You didn't go away climbing for the
weekend?

Friday.

Friday would have been my son's
birthday.

I was at home. I had things to do.

I just get out climbing till the Monday.

Are all the members of your club in here
tonight?

Not everyone comes on club night.

A lot of the guys go away.

Where? Up north.

Wales.

Lakes. There's a couple gone over to
Boulder, Colorado.

You haven't answered my question.

So nobody's in charge?

Well, I am. But they don't think I am.

They need a bit of organising, this
bunch.

It'd take the woman to do it.

Find that a challenge, do you?

It's a bit like climbing Everest.

Well, we'll need the names of the ones
that aren't here.

Well, there's Jack Shepard and Barry
McKinley. They're the two in Colorado.

Then there's Graham Davis.

Sorry. No kids allowed.

Sue says they can come.

Sue isn't in charge.

If you want to join the club, you've got
to be voted in by six members.

Oh. Let them in, Ken.

You want the cradle snatch?

Go ahead.

Just because he got a resurrection and
you couldn't.

Do you realise there's a speed limo on
this road, sir? Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm

sorry. Can I see your driver's licence,
please? Yeah, sure.

Your car, is it?

No, it belongs to the hotel where I work
up at Archney Cray.

If you want proof of that, you can phone
the manager.

Robert Meiklejoy?

That's right.

You don't recognise me under the cap, do
you?

Chris Craig?

Oh, you look familiar.

What are you doing in this job?

You went into the army, didn't you?

Yeah, packed it in.

Too much of that hard work.

Listen, you're not going to give me a
ticket for speeding, are you? Whose name

is the car registered under?

Ashenberg.

Who?

Countess von Ashenberg.

Seriously? Aye.

She owns a hotel in a whole acne -cray
estate.

Ah, most of Scotland's all about bloody
foreigners, eh?

Your parents still in Dumbarton? Yeah.

Just been visiting them. Silver wedding
anniversary.

Look, if you want to check up on the
ownership of the car, I don't mind, but

I've got a hell of a drive in front of
me.

Takes about seven hours.

What are you wearing at a police office,
officer?

Jean, where's my tie?

Jean?

What is it?

I should be asking you, then.

It's a new technique.

A mixture of meditation and changing
your whole life system.

by integrating into daily patterns new
avenues of potential.

Sounds fun.

Well, basically it says that we're all
trapped.

We should all do at least one thing a
day totally out of character, something

nobody expects us to do, like changing
your favourite colour or playing a

different kind of music.

An American publication, is it?

Oh, Professor Ackerman's American, but
he lectures in Birmingham.

I'm going there to a three -day working
seminar.

It's particularly helpful to disabled
people.

You'll have a nice time.

Well, you ought to read it.

Jean, when do I get time to read?

You see, you're predictable.

You want to explore with your mind.

I explore with my mind all day.

Wondering how a 20 -year -old girl isn't
missed for days.

He was the flashiest bastard in the
school.

Sir, I've been trying to trace these
climbers that left Gladwell the day

the murder.

Did you say the list of names that Susan
Bryant gave you was all the absent

members of the North Face Club?

Yes.

A few mentioned a guy called Russell
Henry.

She didn't.

And yet you used to be her boyfriend and
climbing partner, apparently.

So? Just seems strange you missed them
out.

Is he home or away?

I'm a bit vague about that. He hasn't
been to the club for a while.

He's a PE teacher at Kelvinside School.

Check him out.

Right.

Of course, there's always the
possibility that the victim wasn't

That the body was brought here from
somewhere else.

Like England.

Thank you, Mike.

Have you been a PE teacher?

No. That's a shame.

Who's Mr. Henry?

Rocky 1's old film.

Rocky 1?

That's our name from the film.

Are you a friend of his then?

No. We thought maybe you were a rock
climber as well.

Mr. Henry wears these bright yellow
tights. They brought in slides of

show us one.

And we watched him at the Kelvin Hall.

Kelvin Hall?

The teachers begin upstairs in the
climbing wall.

Thanks a lot.

How are you?

You've listened to the pub last night,
haven't you?

Seems to be a popular sport.

You must need a head for heights.

No, not really.

The idea is to look up rather than down.

What happens if you get stuck?

Depends. I don't like to start shaking.

Start to bang them against the rock.

Is Susan around?

You want to speak to her?

She's down on the track.

away there, is it?

Not yet.

It's useful training.

Russell Hendry.

Member of the North Face Club.

You didn't include his name.

Did I?

No.

I believe he's an old boyfriend of
yours.

Flaming partner?

Russell doesn't come out with the club
much now.

Sort of broken away.

Probably why I didn't think of him.

Why did you split up?

Why are you interested in him?

Just tying up a few loose ends.

I didn't believe that story you told
last night.

I looked back to Saturday's papers.

There's no news of a prison break, in or
out.

You could be right.

Russell.

Russell and I split, mainly because of
his attitude.

I introduced Jason to the club over
there.

They don't like youngsters under 18.

I brought Jason on a climb and Russell
and Ken Sturton were just barters.

How? Well, Jason was soloing, but
climbing without ropes or equipment.

He got over the first three pitches of
Resurrection, a climb Ken never managed.

Then he lost a foothold.

Ken and Russell were on top with ropes
and equipment. They could have lowered

to him, but they didn't.

He let them sweat for 20 minutes.

It happens when someone younger comes
along.

It'll be right down there.

The drivers have brought up a suitcase
about 300 yards downriver.

Yes. Could be.

Lumps of granite inside are similar to
those we found in the rucksack.

Acre cream, Walt.

Bet you've never tried that one.

Acre cream?

I think that's up in Sutherland.

Is that not Schuchter country?

Who's that?

Name?

Elizabeth Ashenberg.

Ashenberg?

Be some jargon that, eh?

How is the car?

Fine. No trouble at all.

Good for being one piece.

Well, it's more than can be said for
your car.

That wasn't my fault, and you know it.
Never is.

The police contacted me to ask me if you
had it with permission.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry about that.

A couple of Glasgow cops got a wee bit
overzealous.

Believe it or not, I'd been at school
with one of them.

Dopey as...

bastard in the class.

That mark was there, Richard.

Was I blaming you?

No.

You must have a guilty conscience.

Picked up this cracking French
hitchhiker.

Eighteen years old.

Really beautiful.

Long, blonde hair.

These girls ask for trouble, don't they?

I don't know.

Do they?

Good to have you back.

Oh, Richard.

Present from the Lake District.

General.

The girl's mother is a Countess von
Aschenberg.

They're Austrian.

Anachne Kree.

That's what they stated about ten years
ago. She's flying down tomorrow from

Inverness. What was the girl doing in
Glasgow?

She'd come down for three weeks to work
as a nanny in response to an advert in

the Scotsman.

She was to be met at the airport.

Young women wanted by a respectable
family in Glasgow to look after two

for three weeks.

Must be bright and intelligent and of
good appearance.

Right to Mr.

and Mrs. Carnegie, Garnock House,
Crossmill Road, Lenton.

We'll check them out now, sir.

I already have.

They don't exist.

Neither does the address.

Hello.

Please, who is this?

I had about 20 letters to that address
three weeks ago or so.

What did you do with them?

I used my head.

I tried Dornock House, Cross Hill Road.

A couple that live there are called
Carlisle. It was near enough.

Isn't there a sticker you can put on?

Address not known or something like
that? Ah, you can do.

Letters often get wrongly addressed.
You've got to use your intelligence.

I just tried it.

I'm going up that way now, in fact.

It's the start of my round.

You can give me a lift.

They've been gone about two months. He's
an insurance investigator.

Works in Barcelona.

Come back about six times a year.

Luckily, the neighbour kept the key.

Have you ever noticed anybody waiting
round here when you've been on your

delivery?

No. And nobody's asked you questions
about these wrongly addressed letters?

No.

Sir?

None of them have even been opened.

Are you finished with me?

Aye, thanks. If any more of these come
in, contact us.

I'll try and remember.

Oh, come on. You can do better than try.

Maybe the newspaper printed the wrong
address.

In that case, how did Mr Carnegie get
Elizabeth's letter?

Ah, you've got the letter.

Well, that's a copy, sir.

The original is down at Forensic.

The newspaper printed the address on the
letter, so it was the letter writer

that made the mistake.

How was it paid for?

Postal order, main office, Inverness.

A number of witnesses remember seeing
her on the plane, but nobody can recall

seeing her with anyone at the airport.

What was she, invisible?

People waiting in passengers are usually
looking out for the person they're

waiting for.

Nobody else.

There must have been a card or something
with her name on it.

So that she'd know who he was.

Well, if you wanted to lure someone to
their dead side, would you advertise

yourself?

Hello, Taggart here.

Yes, we'll be done in five minutes.
Thank you.

Excuse me, sir. Can I have a word? Aye,
make it quick.

On Wednesday morning, I stopped this
guy's feeding.

I realised he was an old girlfriend of
mine.

Robbie Mitchell, John.

What do you want us to do?

Break a ball.

He mentioned the name, called Ashenbert.

He works up in a hotel in Achnacray,
which he says belongs to her.

He was doing Glasgow visiting his
parents.

Write down all you know about him. Leave
it on my desk.

Good night.

Sorry we're late.

Chief Inspector Tiger, Detective
Sergeant Jardine. I'm Jack McFarlane.

This is Elizabeth's mother, Countess von
Aschenberg.

Shall we go in?

Um, is it necessary for both of us? I
mean, can't I just do it?

I'm afraid we need two people to
identify the body.

I'm sorry, I have a daughter myself.

Telephoned me from Glasgow airport to
say Mr. Carney had met her.

Said she was safe.

That's the last I heard from him.

I wish now I'd asked more.

Did she tell you anything about him?

No, only from the telephone calls he
made to her.

He was a banker.

They lived in a large house. They had
two children aged four or five.

Did you ever speak to him on the phone
at all?

I wish I had done.

Thank you.

Who are these people, the Carnegie's?

It was the wrong address.

Probably a false name, too.

Well, then, where did Elizabeth's reply
go?

There were a number of replies.

All the letters were redirected to a
real address.

Just a minute. Are you telling me that
some maniac lured her down here?

What do you do, Mr McFarland?

I'm a fish farmer.

Something I know nothing about.

Well, I don't know much about being a
chief inspector.

Chief inspector.

I didn't want her to come to Glasgow.

Why?

She'd never lived away from home before.

Away from me.

And Glasgow has such a reputation,
doesn't it?

Not anymore.

What was his motive in luring her down?

We don't know.

Please, I must know.

Was she sexually assaulted?

No.

So his motive is a mystery.

Well, I take it she was picked at
random.

You mentioned lots of other replies.

Maybe.

Did anyone draw Elizabeth's attention to
this advert?

No, I don't think so.

I thought you said she'd read it in the
paper while you were with her.

That's right.

No, I don't think anyone showed her the
advert.

Did she know anyone in Inverness?

No. But why?

Did she have any friends in Glasgow,
from Glasgow?

No. Oh, it was Robbie.

He's from Glasgow.

Robbie. The barman at the local hotel.
Part of Countess von Aschenberg's

Robbie could have nothing to do with
this.

They broke up a year ago.

Broke up?

Yes.

I stopped the relationship.

Robbie who?

Mikkel John.

Get those details off my desk.

How long has Mikkel John worked up
there?

About three years.

He likes it in the north because of the
mountains.

And he's a climber.

Drink no G, Richard.

Just been listening to the radio.

Well, I often wondered how your tale was
managed.

You won't laugh when you hear the news.

Elizabeth's dead.

Oh, come on, Richard.

I'm not joking.

It was her body they found in the Clyde.

I heard the Countess and Jack McFarlane
had gone off somewhere, but I had no

idea where.

Come on, you're not joking. I don't
believe you.

You'll believe me when the police
question you about it.

After all, you were in Glasgow.

Weren't you?

You wanted to see me again, sir?

Yes.

What do you do while you're waiting for
confirmation about the ownership of this

car? Do, sir.

Well, did you turn it over?

No, sir.

Why not?

Well, there seemed no reason to.

He was speeding.

He wasn't the owner of the car.

I knew him, sir. He was an old friend.

Climber.

He was a mountain climber.

Is he, sir?

I don't know.

You would have known if you'd looked in
the back of that car.

We've been in contact with his parents.
They tell us when he came down here, the

car was full of climbing equipment.

So what did you talk about?

School days, sir.

It's just as well for you they got rid
of this tramp.

Would you like me to come in?

Thank you.

I'd rather be on my own.

I'll say goodbye to Jean.

What have you got in here?

A gallon of midges, brave.

Oh, midges.

I didn't know Mrs Taggart liked jazz.

Neither did I.

Jean, what are you doing?

It's all part of the Ackerman technique.

Surprise yourself, surprise others.

He'd never painted.

The Ackerman technique says you needn't
have done something in the past to do it

now.

Oh, don't look. It's a surprise.

I think you're very enterprising, Mrs.
Duggan.

Don't encourage her. She'll be ordering
blocks of stone.

Thank you, Mike. Artists need
encouragement.

We'll be back once we've interviewed
this nickel -john guy about the Ackerman

model. Oh, the Aschenberg model.

Come on, we've got a baby car.

I may be in Birmingham when you get
back.

The Ackerman seminar.

I'm going to write a bestseller about
how to con people by stating the

Surprise yourself.

Surprise others.

You know, sir, there's only one thing
wrong about the theory.

Elizabeth's phone call to say that Mr
Carnegie had met her.

I know that.

But until we get up there, it's all
we've got.

So, you've never been up this way
before?

Once, it rained.

I see these hills with a different
colour on them every day.

Orange, purple, red, indigo.

This is eagle country.

If you look up there on the tops, you
might be lucky and see one.

You're a keen ornithologist, then?

Everybody needs a hobby.

Thirty years ago, I fell in love with a
greenshine.

And I've been a happy man ever since.

How much longer will it take us to get
here?

Of course I didn't try to see her in
Glasgow.

I didn't even know she was there at the
same time.

I think you showed her that advert. What
nonsense.

I wasn't even in Glasgow the night she
arrived. I was climbing in the Lake

District. I thought you went home to
visit your parents.

Yeah, I did. I did some climbing as
well.

I want to believe you.

We know it's true.

You know I wouldn't harm her hair on her
head.

I wish she'd stayed.

And she would have done.

Is she taking it?

Badly.

I think she feels guilty.

It sounds awful to say, I know, but
surely it's cottage, little Elizabeth.

Can you do a round of drinks for the
boys over there?

What was the motive?

Sex?

They don't know.

It seems remarkable, considering the
state of forensic science.

And Bob over there with his degree in
marine biology could be getting results

now. They must know where she sent her
reply.

Of course they do.

They've even got his letter.

You know, I've seen more interest in
people out here for some reason.

Why up here?

Well, I think someone showed her the
advert.

Someone up here?

Don't worry, Richard. Whatever the
motive, I don't think anyone will

you.

What?

I would like to take that man out to his
fish farm and throw him in.

He just might learn something about fish
farming in the process.

No, no, no.

If there isn't foreigners owning land up
here, it's yuppies.

If anyone had a motive, it's him.

Just think.

Oh.

We're looking for Robert Meiklejohn.

Thank you.

Robert Meiklejohn?

Yes, me.

These police officers are from Glasgow.

They'd like to talk to you.

I've got nothing to hide.

Well, at first I knew it was when I got
back.

You didn't put an advert on the Scotsman
and draw attention to it?

No, of course I didn't. How did you meet
Elizabeth?

She took a fancy to me.

I think it was the rope climbing.

It's a turn -on for some girls.

Why did you break up?

The Countess wanted Elizabeth to marry
someone from her own background.

She's like that.

Both during aristocracy.

Bloody feudal.

Take a seat.

Well, you're quite a lad, eh, Robbie?

They start from the army for unlawful
possession of a weapon.

And I hear you're quite a ladies' man.

What are you doing in this godforsaken
part of the country?

Well, it's good climbing.

It's quiet.

Your parents told us that they wish
you'd settle down, Robbie.

Oh, right, you got this from them.

Look, what would you have to go and see
them for? They'll be worried sick.

You didn't see them on Friday the 2nd?
No, I went down to the Lake District,

camped, did some climbing.

Was there any ice or snow on the tops?

In June?

You didn't need an ice axe?

No. Well, you're half past two in that
day.

I can't remember exactly.

You were by yourself?

Yeah, I prefer soloing.

Pity? Because we've only got your word
for it.

Half two.

Wait a minute, I didn't get it on half
one.

Then there's a drink in the climbers'
bar the Wainwright would tell.

The barman.

He'll remember me. I went out and helped
him bump -start his car.

Tell me the worst.

We might as well buy our souvenirs and
go home.

Barman remembers Robbie. He can describe
him. And there's no doubt about the day

either.

Dammit. Rock hard alibi, you could say.

Let's face it, he wasn't Mr. Carnegie.

Carnegie placed the advert in Inverness.

The answer's up here. I know it is.

Listen, I found out something
interesting.

I was talking to Smiley, the manager of
the hotel.

Chuck McFarlane's not so popular up
here.

Why? New money.

What he knows about fish farming, you
could write in the back of a postage

stamp. He's got other folk running the
show for him. Is that relevant to us?

Well, Elizabeth didn't like him either.

Gossip is he was after the Countess.

Step up the social ladder.

You think Elizabeth stood in his way?

Ambition. Possible motive.

Anyway, let's find somewhere to stay.

We'll be here?

No, we'll get away from here. Must be
another hotel.

Sure you'll be comfortable here.

I'll have a car sent up to you in the
morning.

If you want any more help, just ask.

Do either of you smoke?

No.

That's good, because I don't allow
smoking in the bedrooms.

The bathroom's next door and the
toilet's along the landing.

Breakfast is at eight o 'clock.

But if you want sandwiches and a cup of
tea, you can have them downstairs in

half an hour.

Thank you.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Hope you'll be comfortable.

Another hotel, sir.

Another hotel.

Nylon sheets.

Hello?

This is Macbeth.

Huh?

Uh -huh.

Oh, yes, just a moment. I'll put you on
to him.

Mr. Taggart, there's a call for you if
you'd like to take it.

You might have to turn it round to get
the best signal. We get interference

here.

Hello.

Static.

It's those sheaths.

Hello.

Inspector Taggart.

Chief Inspector.

I've tracked you down.

You can't keep any secrets around here.

I'd like to meet and talk with you.

Right. I'll be over as soon as they're
coming. Bye.

Who is that?

Countess von Aschenberg.

Nice place you've got here.

My husband loves the outdoors.

Come in.

Very impressive.

Is that the family crest?

They had larger states than Bohemia.

They were confiscated in 1918.

After the First World War.

You'll have to forgive me. History
wasn't my strong point in school.

Our titles, too, were abolished.

Back home.

I'd just be Frau Aschenburg.

Her title's important.

Say, how to me?

Is that the family?

That was my husband.

And that's Elizabeth.

Oh.

Did she like living up here?

She liked being so close to the sea.

We don't have the sea in Austria.

She wanted to be a writer.

Like Daphne du Maurier.

How did you know?

We found her books in the suitcase.

Elizabeth liked to think she was modern.

That I was old -fashioned.

I wanted her to marry someone of her own
class.

Is that why you broke up her
relationship with the barman?

How many fish do you have out there?

About a quarter of a million.

I believe they started in China in the
Far East.

I'd have a long journey in that case.

I meant the concept of fish farming.

What exactly did you want to see me
about?

To ask you about your relationship with
the Countess and her daughter.

I believe Elizabeth didn't like you.

Who told you that?

The truth.

She resented my friendship with her
mother.

She was very close to her father.

Is that all it is?

Friendship?

You're getting a bit personal, aren't
you?

Part of the job.

Theresa was always very possessive of
Elizabeth, wanting her to marry someone

from a title background.

And then when I came along, Elizabeth
turned the tables, tried to make out

I wasn't good enough for her mother.

Now that she's dead, will you pursue
matters?

I'm not one to take advantage of
situations, but if the opportunity

yeah.

Pleasure, as you say up here.

You said you wanted to speak to me about
something important.

I do.

It's about Robbie.

He has assured me he has nothing to do
with Elizabeth's death, and I believe

him. He was in love with Elizabeth.

Love can mean all kinds of things.

Hate, jealousy, guilt.

Don't you think I'm feeling guilty?

Perhaps I drove her away from home,
listening in on her telephone calls.

Listened in? Why?

Only to protect her.

But you never listened in to the ones
from Mr. Carnegie.

No, they always happened when I was out.

It's the one occasion I could have
protected her.

Tell me about Jack McFarlane.

He's a good neighbour.

Except when he comes round here and
smokes those dreadful cheroots.

The house has been watched since you
left.

And no -one's picked up the other reply.

Still think the answer's up there?

I do, sir.

That's why I think we should stay
another day.

We'll ring you tomorrow. Bye.

Right.

We'll go and talk to everyone else
Elizabeth knew.

Which means another night at Lady
Macbeth's. I can think of worse things.

Midges.

Excuse me.

I was wondering about putting my tent up
somewhere here. Do you know who owns

the land?

No, sorry, I don't.

How about your tent further down?

Does it never get dark up here?

I'm sorry to see you going without your
breakfast.

That's OK, Mrs Macbeth.

Are you sure you wouldn't like some
sandwiches for your journey?

No, thanks.

How much do we owe you?

That's £24 each, £48 altogether.

I hope you'll come back another time.

I suppose she finds out we've gone to
the hotel.

Another night between those nylon
sheets.

A Churchill with attempted murder.

Hello. Excuse me.

It's for you.

A Chief Inspector Carmichael.

Hello.

Yes.

Where?

You had a car when I passed yesterday,
I'm sure.

A Silver Datsun, I think it was.

Can't remember the number, I'm afraid.

And he said nothing about himself? Where
he come from?

No. Just seemed to be waiting for
somebody.

Funny place to be waiting for someone.

Morning. What's going on?

Just you stay there, sir, please.

I own this land.

Oh, it's all right. Let him through.

All right. Morning.

Come down here, please.

Someone camped in here last night.

Do you know who it was?

Oh, I've no idea.

Do you normally allow campers?

Well, that's a popular place for
climbers. I don't mind as long as they

leave a mess.

Well, this one was untidy.

Could

be

unconnected.

Coincidence if it is.

How many killings are you supposed to
get up here in a year?

Ice axe again.

Injuries look similar.

That's possible.

Stop!

Did you know he was camping here?

No, I didn't.

Would you take a look at him?

See if you recognize him. I warn you.

Not a pretty sight.

Not yet, if you don't mind.

First murder we've had up here in 20
years.

And on a Sunday, too.

The police surgeon's on his way. He's
had to be dragged out to Kirk.

Mr. Camden.

Looks like we've found our mystery man.
Yes, sir.

Signed by Elizabeth.

Can't one have any privacy?

Have you heard the news?

What? There's been another murder.

What? On Jack McFarlane's land.

Somebody in a tent.

Where were you last night?

Richard, that's not funny. Nobody's
saying it's connected, but the police

think it is.

You'll be the first person they come to.

Richard.

Let me get dressed, eh?

Jack just told me.

Is there a link with Elizabeth?

We'd like to see a specimen of
Elizabeth's handwriting.

A letter, signature, anything like that.

Why?

Do you have something?

Yes.

You seem to be following us around, Mr
McFarland.

Well, I didn't want to hear about it
from anyone else.

Any reason for that?

Do you think murders happen up here
every day?

Here you are.

It's the story she once wrote. Will it
do?

Writing's very different from her
signature. Michael, a minute. Excuse us.

There's a copy of the original letter
that was sent to the Scotsman.

Here's Elizabeth's handwriting.

They're identical.

She placed the letter herself.

Mr. Carnegie never existed.

Why would she have written it?

I think I know.

Have you come up with something?

Leave it alone, please, Mr. McFarlane.

Why? Because we want to speak to the
Countess on her own.

If it's important, I'm staying with her.

Oh, Jack, please leave.

Look, Teresa... Oh, Jack, please.

And don't forget these.

Would you please sit down?

That's the letter that was sent to the
Scotsman along with the advert.

It's in Elizabeth's handwriting. She
placed it herself.

My guess is she wanted to get away from
you.

She invented an employer.

When she rang me from Glasgow Airport,
she lied.

There was no Mr Carnegie?

No.

I didn't want to believe she was still
seeing Robbie.

A couple of times, a few months ago,
Elizabeth answered the phone, and I

lifted the extension.

The caller asked if this was Ratten
Threat.

Elizabeth said, wrong number.

The caller said, cross wires.

And hung up.

Right in stress.

Yes.

It was a code they obviously had.

Because of me.

If you thought it was Robbie, why did
you say nothing about these phone calls?

I didn't think they had anything to do
with her murder.

I don't know if this is important.

All weekend after she left, the phone
kept ringing.

Every time I picked it up, it was put
down.

Why do you think it was Robbie?

Who else could it have been?

He was in the hotel all last night till
the bar closed about one o 'clock.

How do you know when the crime was
committed?

I don't. All I'm saying is he was behind
it. We were chatting till about two.

Richard, I'll be all right, OK?

Where is Ratton's Rest, Robbie?

It's the name of a clime, a Dumfries
outcrop.

A clime?

All climes have names, right?

First of the top crown of them. So
you've got Ratton's Rest, Tour de Force,

Lips, Crosswire. Crosswire?

Yeah.

You must meet people who know these
climes.

Sure, all the time.

And Elizabeth.

Yeah. Any names?

Yeah, there was a guy she went crazy
about last summer from Glasgow.

We all went up Ben Dyrd to get Russell
somebody to teach her.

Russell? Henry, by any chance?

Yeah, that's the one.

A schoolteacher, I think.

Was she serious about him?

About as serious as you can get in a
week.

Of course, her mother didn't know
anything.

Ha!

Weren't you jealous?

Me? No, I was glad.

She was getting too heavy.

His climbing partner was the jealous
one.

Who was she?

Susan Bryant.

Right again.

No, I wouldn't climb with a relationship
like that.

You've got to trust the person you're up
there with. I mean, they used to sleep

together in the same tent. All of them.

It was that sort of relationship.

The rugby shirt and the body. The
colours.

It's Keldenside School. That's where
I've seen them before.

Russell Henry.

I'm afraid you gentlemen have left me
behind.

Will we catch this flight to Glasgow?

If you go now.

Ask Superintendent Rebecca to check the
things on that list. Tell him not to

pick up Susan Bryant just yet.

We'll meet him at Glasgow Airport.

Remember, it's Sunday.

That's right.

He'll be at Kilimanjaro Golf Club.

Listen, ring the clubhouse.

He'll be on about the third hole by now.

Goodbye, sir. Goodbye, Sergeant.

And goodbye to you.

Thank you.

Keep an eye on the greenshanks.

Sir, if Susan Bryant drove up here to
kill her ex -boyfriend, who drove away

girl? She had an accomplice.

thing to do.

I've done them.

I don't see why I should have to wash
your bloody things for you.

I helped you.

We need an alibi in case they do
identify him.

After this, we're going out climbing.

I'm not.

We've been out climbing locally all
weekend.

Well, we haven't, officer. It'd be
enough to kill the guy in 10.

If you ever do that again, I'll kill
you.

Then grow up.

That's what you wanted to do, isn't it?

I'm not going out.

I've driven down all night.

I left the car at Hesley's. I walked
back here. I'm tired. I want to sleep.

Please. Don't.

Touch me.

Why not?

Because I don't want you to.

What have you got left now?

I've got nothing left.

There's a telephone message for Russell
Henry at the school.

The registrar took it.

Woman's voice.

Purportedly Elizabeth.

To say that she wasn't coming, that
she'd changed her mind.

I take it Susan Bryant met her at the
airport, took her somewhere and killed

her. Clever.

She didn't expect him to return to
Achnacrae to find her.

She had to kill him before he found out.

Susan Bryant must have known all the
plans.

The advert, the Mr Carnegie charade.
Everton? Aye, she did.

If she was so insanely jealous, why did
he tell her?

It's called emotional sadism.

It was that kind of relationship.

A masochism on her part.

The start of the tree and the tent ended
up with one in the clive.

Who is she?

Remember we talked about the danger of
climbing?

Is that the attraction?

Did you help her to kill Elizabeth as
well as Russell?

Why?

This is a car. Think, think.

Glenn's down this way.

Take a look down there.

I'm going to cross over here.

Thank you.

Surprise others, surprise yourself.

I've got enough surprises for one week.

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