All language subtitles for Taggart s06e03 Death Comes Softly

Hello?

Rowan?

Rowan?

I've had a fall.

I've fallen over.

I can smell something burning.

I can't move.

The whole house is going to go up.

Rowan!

So, Detective Sergeant, you went
upstairs.

Was there any sign of a struggle?

No, sir.

What happened next?

We entered the bedroom. The deceased
Mrs. McCallum was lying on the floor.

She was dead.

Who entered the room first?

You or Chief Inspector Taggart?

Chief Inspector Taggart.

Was the door open or closed?

Closed, sir. It was closed?

It may have been a jar. But it was
closed, a jar.

Yes, sir.

Be me up, squirt. And you're in no doubt
about that?

May I refer to my notes, my lord? Did
you make notes at the time?

Yes, my lord.

Please do.

Could you see the body before you
entered the room?

I, uh... I don't think I noticed.

Was the body actually dead?

Detective Sargent.

Did you manage to notice that?

Did you tell him we're supposed to be at
Xavier's at three? Yes.

And he knows we're going on holiday.

Everything all right, sir?

What?

Oh, I think my father -in -law's had a
fall.

Oh, I'll call an ambulance.

No, it's okay. You'll be fine.

Come on, you old bugger. Get up.

Hey, told you it was all right.

Probably just got plastered last night
and fell over.

I did not get plastered last night.

Would you like an ambulance, sir? I
don't need an ambulance.

All I need is a wee bit care and
attention from these young people.

Look, come on, Dad, there's no need.

OK, but make sure his GP has a look at
him, eh?

What happened?

Just the same as before.

I bent down to switch off the television
and I had a fall.

I phoned you, but you're no interested
in me.

You're lucky I didn't die.

You phoned us?

That's right.

Oh, you must have got a right number.

I've told you to put those sockets up
high in the wall for Dad.

Look, I'm a gas fitter, not an
electrician.

Well, come on, get your stuff packed,
otherwise we'll be late for the home.

It says in here, Celtic are going to buy
a new striker. I know.

Where did you get this?

This is the day's paper.

Well, I had two falls.

One last night and another one this
afternoon.

How did you get on there, Michael?

He nearly had me up for perjury. I
wasn't that bad.

I was a good advocate, I was a bad man.
You could often make things a bit

bigger. Very hilarious, sir.

You're going. I don't care what you say.

It is a lovely home.

I'm sure you'll like it once you've
settled in.

Welcome to St. Xavier's Rest Home. I'm
sorry we're late.

Matron's unfortunately not here. She's
had to attend a funeral.

So this is your father. Hello, Mr.
Scott.

Did Matron tell you?

We're going on holiday and he's having a
couple of weeks here to see how he gets

on. Yes, I've got all the details.

Right then, well, let me show you
around. We can start at the chapel.

Come on.

Go on into that place.

It's full of old people.

No, I ain't one of you.

If Dad doesn't want to go, he doesn't
have to. He should be in a home. I've

a home. I don't care. You're going in
there for two weeks. Leave him alone.

The lights went.

Never do that again.

We're going on holiday whether he goes
into your home or not. How can you beat

the hard list? You're too soft on him.
That's your trouble. He's got a

pacemaker. You know he's got a hard
condition. Aye, and that's why he should

in a home instead of phoning us every
time he has a fall or pretends he's had

one. For his own good.

Oh, hey, look. I'm sorry.

I lost my temper.

I didn't mean to go through the lights.

Why do you have to behave like this?

I said I'm sorry.

Come on, let's talk to him again.

I'm not missing my holidays this year.

Where's he gone?

This stupid old fool.

Would you like any other donation for
the Dame Elizabeth Realtor for the

elderly, Mr Scott? No, I wouldn't.

You should be giving one to me.

Did you come in here for anything?

I can have a second -class stamp.

There you are.

Is something the matter, Mr Scott?

It's my daughter.

She wants to put me in a home.

Oh, I see.

They're off on holiday, so they think I
need to go into kennels. A fit man like

you can look after himself.

That's what I say. I was in Burma, you
know.

I worked on a Burma railroad.

Oh, really?

I was treated better by the Japanese.

We don't want another one in here.

I'm sorry.

We're closed.

What did they get out of this?

Petrol money.

Put it back.

Put it back.

When I gave you my key, I did not invite
you into my house.

Where have you been?

Where I go, who I see is my business.

I've boarded up your windy.

I'll fix it properly when I get back
from my holidays.

I can do things for myself, thank you.

Ah, well, you're going to have to for
the next fortnight.

We'd better go get packed.

I'll ring you when we get back.

You're not really going to go, are you?

What can I do?

I've unpacked her suitcase.

Come on, we're only away until the 25th.

I'll miss you.

Your mum and I never had a holiday.

That is not my fault, Dad.

I need a holiday.

I'll put some stew in the fridge.

That should keep you a couple of days,
OK?

It might not be him.

Well, who else could it be?

What did you do that for?

He's not going to stop us going.

I can't help my father.

Well, let's just finish the packing. I
can't help it if I feel responsible

for... Don't pack your pills. You'll
need some sleep tonight.

Look, it might be genuine.

Look, we agreed to let him fend for
himself so he can see that he can't

He's my father. And you're my wife.

He's got you wrapped round his wee
finger.

They were very arrogant and they didn't
like you.

It didn't appeal to us at all.

And their marching song was...

Give me my passport.

Back in a minute.

Where are you going?

Don't worry.

Johnny. I'll see you through there,
okay? Come back.

Johnny.

Flight 1162M boarding at gate 9.

A neighbour called us, but that's one
smell you could never forget. That's not

gas.

He's guilty.

Guilty of sin.

Waste of taxpayers' money.

The jury will decide.

That's why they have juries.

Juries?

What do they know about it?

We must have brought them in from
Aberdeen. There's not one of them that

what you might call intelligent.

What was Alistair's defence like?

There were some questions I would have
asked.

One of the rules of advocacy is that you
should never ask a question unless you

know the answer.

Have you been baking?

It's a cherry genuine.

For Alistair.

We could be doing with some fly spray.

I didn't want to open the windows till
after the lab boys were through.

Hold your breath and keep your mouth
closed.

I'm no forensic entomologist.

But I'm sure the maggots will give us a
clue to the time of death.

That's something, I suppose.

This will interest you, Michael.

Isn't it quite a new thing?

Oh, good heavens, no.

The first case where it was used was
more than a century ago.

I remember a remarkable case involving
coffin flies. Can you tell us when he

died? Are we talking about days or
weeks?

More than a week, I would guess.

So much for good neighbours.

How are you doing, Michael?

He'll not be eating his dinner tonight,
that's for sure.

What are coffin flags?

I don't know, and I don't want to see
one.

Looks like a break -in.

I spoke to the woman next door for the
one who called a gas board.

The gas board?

Doesn't she know the difference?

She says she hasn't seen the old man for
days.

It's hardly surprising, is it?

He had a fall last week. How do you
know?

I saw his daughter here. Her husband had
to break in through the window.

Is that right?

And I found this in the letterbox.

It's addressed to Dad.

Ronnie and Lillius?

I don't know their names, sir.

Was he taken to the hospital?

Well, I told him he should go, but he
was a stubborn kind. He seemed

He won't be difficult any more, will he?

I hope you've been practising, sir.

I'm sorry?

I'm in the festival choir too, you know.

Of course.

Oh, no.

The singing detective.

And I spoke to her neighbour three doors
up.

She said that Mr Scott had a visitor a
few weeks back.

I do notice some things round here.
Well?

A big man with a beard. Wore a naval
-type blue blazer with a badge.

Is that all?

It's a good description, sir.

Sounds like Captain Pugwash.

Hello, Lena.

I trust you'll be there tomorrow for the
speeches?

I don't need to be.

I don't know how you can defend somebody
you know to be guilty.

One is innocent until one's proven
guilty, Lena.

Ah, Sophie.

Lena's been telling me about your latest
case.

And getting most of the facts wrong, no
doubt.

Cherry Genoa, my favourite.

I'm certain there's no one like you.

Well, I left in Rony Blacklock on
holiday in Spain till the end of the

I'll send a message through Interpol,
though, via the consul. I've done that,

sir. I'm flying home tomorrow.

Gary Balding?

Oh, thanks.

Of course, sir. You could have died of
natural causes.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Well, there's a broken window.

Somebody broke into the house, climbed
through.

WPC Reid says that Ron Blacklock was
very aggressive towards his father -in

-law. That's not very much to go on.

We'll wait and see what Dr Andrews has
to say.

Who used to call these when I was a boy?

Squashed fly biscuits.

Stephen, what can you tell us? Not much
yet, I'm afraid.

The full post -mortem will be complete
for a couple of days.

I can't wait a couple of days.

Can you not give us something to be
going on with?

Well, as I said, I'm no entomological
expert, but... Well, I have done a

research on the larvae of the common
bluebottle.

Fine.

Well, the bluebottle lays its eggs in
daylight, and in this weather, they'd

certainly hatch on day one.

With a half a day...

The first baby in star maggot will shed
its skin.

And the second in star maggot will do
likewise in about two or three days.

Which leads us to this little fella.

The fisherman's maggot. What keeping up
are you carrying on? Well, the

fisherman's maggot feeds voraciously for
about six days.

And then goes into a pupa case.

Have you had a pupa case yet? Not yet,
Michael.

But they're fat and about two.

That's nine to ten days.

My arithmetic exactly.

Which means he died on either the 13th
or 14th of June.

And not before.

Is that them?

Yes, sir.

A bit sunburnt, but is them all right?

I get the impression Mr Blacklock none
too upset by his father -in -law's

What about her?

Oh, she seemed perturbed.

I'll bet.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I was there.

I was sorry to hear about your father's
death.

When did you last see him?

The day before we went on holiday.

What day was that?

We last saw him on the Wednesday.

That's right, isn't it?

Wednesday the 11th?

Aye, that's right.

So you went on holiday on Thursday the
12th?

Yes. Not the 13th or the 14th?

Not the 12th.

Did you not think about getting a
neighbour to keep an eye out for him? We

to put him in a home so he'd be properly
looked after, but he wasn't having it.

What did you think about your father
going into a home?

I think it would have killed him.

Look what's all this about?

I think you'd better come to the flat
with us.

See if anything is missing.

There's a possibility he might have been
murdered.

If they flew out to Barcelona on the
12th, they couldn't have killed him on

13th. Check the airport and the travel
company.

One of them might have flown back.

You think it was a domestic?

If it isn't, someone's done them a
favour.

You're not forgetting it's our rehearsal
tonight, then?

No.

Your hip's bothering you, isn't it?

I'm being punished for my sins.

Aren't I, Bessie?

The dog found a pigeon with a broken
wing.

We took it to the vet, but the vet had
to kill it.

That's awful.

It's life.

The vet said it was painless. Better
than a cat getting it.

Oh, yes.

Cats are wicked animals.

Oh, how can you say that?

They kill for pleasure without motive.

I wish you'd stop reading those awful
magazines, Lena.

Are you ready?

Oh, here's Alistair. We can have him
defend the cats.

My nephew's an advocate.

This is Pauline and Fiona.

Hello.

They're doing their Dame Elizabeth Freel
awards, so they've been doing some

shopping for me, haven't you? Yes.

Now, I'd better just sign your book.

This is going to be worth five points to
them.

We're doing it, Bruin.

Very good.

Have you ever done any famous cases?

You may have noticed on the news a week
or two ago a man who murdered his wife

and her lover. They're too young.

Aleister defended him.

Did he get off?

He got life.

When will you be back?

I've no idea.

How much for that?

Thirty pounds.

Oh, but Alistair, you must have lost an
awful lot.

I've got some more good news for you.

A place has become available at the
Woodlands Park Rest Home.

Who put your name down?

Oh, that's wonderful.

They'll be able to take you by the end
of the month.

But Alistair, are you sure I can afford
it? I'll help, of course.

Until your house is sold. Oh, yes, I'll
be too.

And Lena will have to find somewhere
else to live.

You'll be glad to be rid of her.

It's what you've always wanted.

It holds a lot of memories for me, that
house.

You don't get on with it.

Still, I just wish... We have to...

Bach would be turning it grey.

Right, once more from your entrance.

Did he keep any money in the house?
There was some in the kitchen, wasn't

Ronnie? Aye, he kept it in here.

It's gone.

It's all his medals.

Whose jacket was this?

His?

He was always buying second -hand
clothes.

Anything for a bargain.

You know, from people who advertise in
shop windows.

You wait here with him.

Pinhead haemorrhages in the brain, the
heart and the lungs indicate that Mr

Scott died of asphyxia.

Does Dr Andrews say how?

No. He says that any marks of injury
from pressure around the neck and the

would have been destroyed by the
maggots.

Asphyxia? Which isn't necessarily
murder.

Good enough for me.

It's only the money and his medals that
seem to have gone.

How much was it?

About 50 pounds.

Would you have spent it?

Not to add.

You'll have to come to the station with
us.

This is now a murder inquiry.

Did your husband find your relationship
with your father difficult?

Yes. And was that a problem for you?

I felt guilty about Dad.

I couldn't make them both happy.

If we hadn't gone away, this would never
have happened.

Did Ronnie want him out of the way?

He wouldn't have killed him, if that's
what you mean.

Ronnie's not a murderer.

He's a bad -tempered man.

Like my father.

The man was a nuisance.

What do you think of you?

They'd suspect me.

Listen, why did you break into the flat
when you had a key?

We took the key from him after we broke
in. Ask Lillias.

Look, we were on holiday when the man
died.

Aye.

We're looking into that.

And I'll have two telephone stamps.

Better make that three.

They get higher every time, the bills.

That's privatisation for you. You could
be right.

I'll see you next week

Could be a pension day.

Surely you're not trying to deny them
it, sir?

You stay here and talk to them when they
leave.

Could be useful.

Can I come through, please?

Please.

Yeah, what's it about?

I'll tell you that side.

Well, this is a busy day. Ours too.

Seven days a week.

Did you get anywhere private?

Yeah, sure. Through the back.

Pete.

Hold the 40.

It confirms the custom with yours.

Fred Scott, 13 Clark Road.

He got his pension here. I heard that he
died. Wasn't found for over a week.

When did the last come in?

It would be before last pension day. He
didn't draw his pension last week.

Didn't he wonder why?

Well, he said his daughter was putting
him in a home.

I mean, I assumed.

That's why I didn't question it. I
thought maybe other arrangements were

made.

Nobody's blaming you.

Well, when these things happen, I think
society's to blame.

Does Scott talk a lot in here?

Well, complained.

Sometimes this place is like the
Citizens Advice Bureau.

See, we've got a description of a
visitor he had, a big man with a beard,

wore a naval blazer.

Is this a murder inquiry?

Do you mind if I ask the questions?

Well, he never talked about anyone
except his family. He said that going

your home was like being put into
kennels.

Did he ever look at the adverts on the
board?

Aye, yeah, he was always jotting things
down.

Where have you been?

Just shopping.

Where's your pension?

It's the last time you'll ever collect
my pension for, Melia.

I need to be going straight to the home.

I've just been wondering what to take
with me.

Well, I won't allow you to take much.
Remember, I need foster.

All they allowed her to take was a few
photographs and a nightdress case, and

that went missing when she went inside.

It's a respectable home I'm going to.

I have my own room.

Well, don't take anything of mine.

Just afraid of getting there and then
not having something I need.

I've

gathered

so much stuff over the years.

Hello. I'm phoning about your
advertisement for an overcoat, hairdryer

child's bicycle.

I was wondering, have you had any
dealings with a Mr. Fred Scott?

No. You quite sure about that?

Okay, then. Right, thanks very much.

No, no, I don't want to buy it.

No, honestly, I'm quite sure.

Go anywhere.

You think Fred Scott was interested in a
pair of rollers?

Keep crying.

He might have phoned someone up. That
someone might have killed him.

It's a long shot, sir.

What about these three?

Adversely getting taken down. Out of
date.

Think they just destroyed him? Better
check that.

Sometimes they pay for a few more weeks
and we put the cards back up.

Do either of you know this guy?

What's that?

Describe him.

He's quite a big guy.

And he's got a beard.

Do you mind if I keep this?

No, so long as you bring it back.

Commander Gunner, RN.

Retired. It was the RN bit that made me
wonder. And when they described him.

Could be our Captain Pugwash.

Spiritual healer.

Just give me a moment or two to look
around, Alistair.

It's hard to leave a home you've lived
in for 46 years.

You take all the time you need, Auntie.

I'll finish loading up the car.

Oh, no, no.

I want you beside me.

Am I doing the right thing, Alastair?

You're doing the right thing.

Don't know that I am. Well, it's too
late to change your mind now.

You're going somewhere where people will
look after you.

Good to take this with me. It's been in
the family for years.

I want you to have it, Lena.

You will come and visit me, won't you?

Does Lena know that I'm putting the
house on the market?

Yes.

Could she not stay on?

Auntie, you owe her nothing.

She's been sponging off you for 12
years.

I... No buts.

The fell of your house is going towards
your upkeep at Woodlands Park.

You're going to love it there.

I promise you.

Commander Gunner? Yes?

Please.

Please, come in.

We saw your advert in the post office
window.

I believe you're a faith healer.

I'm a spiritual healer.

We're making inquiries into the death of
Mr. Fred Scott.

Oh, heavens, no.

Poor man.

You knew him?

He rang and I visited him on two
occasions.

I thought I was having some success. He
had a back problem.

He had what we might call a respiratory
problem.

Unfortunately, I have no powers of
diagnosis.

How tragic.

Could you describe your treatment?

It was simply the laying on of hands.

Can you show us?

I'm really interested in spiritual
healing.

Especially the laying on of hands.

Well, briefly, if you put your hands
together like that.

You may feel a force, a heat, a tingling
sensation.

Basically, you put that force onto the
patient.

The rest is up to God.

So I have.

I discovered it when working on some
orthopaedic problems in the Navy.

I've had quite a lot of successes.

When did you last see Mr Scott?

Oh, I haven't seen him for over a
fortnight.

And you weren't due to pay him another
visit?

Well, as I say, I presume that my
treatment was being successful.

Some people, however, are not meant to
be cured.

It's in their karma.

How do you do? You must be Mrs. McQueen.
Yes.

Hello, Mrs.

McQueen. Welcome to Woodlands Park.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but
I've got a birthday lunch to organise.

Oh, not at all.

This is Margaret Cowan, one of our care
assistants.

I'll take those, shall I?

Oh.

Good morning, Mr. Balmain.

I'll show you to your room.

Thank you.

You can arrange the room as you please.

Did you enjoy your meal?

Very much.

I always have wine.

Maybe you care to join me?

I'm a little bit tired tonight, thank
you. It's been quite a day.

Well, welcome aboard.

Did you meet Irma Grice?

Margaret Cowan.

She'd like to turn this place into a
concentration camp. She's a monster.

Yes, we must.

It's much nicer.

I'm sorry, I'm very tired

I think she's left her window open.

Hello? One of the old ladies I know has
just moved into a home. The other one's

probably popped out.

I'm instructed that the house has full
vacant possession.

Probably one of the nicest rooms in the
house. With views over the garden, this

would make an ideal children's room.

Don't bother getting out of the car,
sir. It's been another murder.

Same pattern, break -in.

And only a few streets from where Fred
Scott was murdered.

Again.

Who found the body?

An estate agent, sir.

Shown a couple round.

She's not a good selling feature.

A sexier?

Looks like it.

Small marks of bruising round the arms.

Time of death?

It's too early to say with any accuracy,
but sometime in the small hours,

between four and six, I think you're
looking for an insomniac.

WPC Reid said two women left here.

That's right.

Go and see if you can find the other
one.

Mrs. Pritchard.

Yes, I'm the owner.

DCI Taggart.

DS Jardine.

We believe you have a Mrs. McQueen
staying with you.

Sophie? Yes, she just came to us
yesterday.

Is there a problem?

No, no, no.

We'd just like to talk to him.

Do you have an office we can use?

Yes, you can use mine.

I'll fetch Sophie for you.

Margaret, will you show these gentlemen?

This way.

Thank you.

Mrs McQueen, I'm afraid we have to
inform you that...

Your friend, Lena Henderson, died last
night.

I'm terribly sorry, Sophie.

We're treating her death as murder.

Murder? Lena?

Last night was your first night here?

Yes.

Presumably it was the first night Lena
Henderson had spent alone.

It's my fault. I shouldn't have left
her.

She had no relatives.

Ken?

No.

Who else knows you're in here?

Fisters. Friends.

Only Pauline and Fiona.

They're doing their Dame Elizabeth III
Award.

Pauline and Fiona who?

I don't know their second names.

They're just schoolgirls. They go to
Craig Park School. They used to do

for me.

And nobody else?

My nephew, Alistair. He's an advocate.

Not Alistair Balmain, by any chance?

Yes, do you know him?

Let me tackle Balmain.

If I didn't know you, Michael, I would
suspect your motives. In any case, the

biscuit will insist on being present.

I hope the murderer isn't still around.

Oh, there's no chance of that.

Did she read these magazines?

Her hobby was true crime.

Murder.

Speak of the devil and he'll appear, is
what my father used to say.

Well, I can't see that there's anything
missing.

We'll have to look through the other
rooms.

I'm sorry, it's necessary.

Do you want to sit down for a while?

No, I'm all right.

Ah, here's her notebook.

She always kept it hidden from me, but I
knew where it was.

Why? I don't know. She was secretive
like that.

What did she mark down in this?

Household account.

If she bought a stamp, she'd enter it.
She was very fussy.

Where did she draw a pension?

She used to get both our pensions.

At Neil Road post office.

Did either of you know of Red Scott?

Well, she may have done.

I never got out very much.

Hello, Mr Balmain. Can we have a word?

I was just leaving. It's about your
aunt's companion, Miss Henderson.

She's been found dead.

She was murdered.

Good God.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

The courtroom's empty, I think.

Come in.

We understand you're selling the house.

I put it on the market yesterday.

With a sitting tenant?

She wasn't a sitting tenant. She was Mrs
McQueen's companion.

You're saying there was no contract?

Correct.

Miss Henderson was quite a strong
-willed woman. Did you like her, Mr

Is that relevant?

That's what we're here to establish.

I felt she took advantage of my aunt's
kindness.

She was a frequent visitor to the
courtrooms, you know.

Why?

She was fascinated by murder.

She would always attend a trial in which
I was appearing and report the whole

thing back to my aunt.

Really?

She loved to be judge and jury.

Considered herself quite an expert.

I can't believe that she's been
murdered.

Who would want to kill her?

Hello. Hello.

It's quiet in here today, eh?

Aye. Well, pension day's always the
worst.

You know Lena Henderson drew her pension
here?

Yeah. She got murdered last night.

That's two pensioners in the one
neighbourhood.

What's it to do with me?

Just so there might be a connection.

Somebody might have followed them home.

Have you seen any suspicious characters
hanging about?

I'm usually too busy to notice anything,
to be honest.

You get anything to be nervous about?

Two murders in the neighbourhood would
make anyone nervous.

How long have you been here?

For five years.

Who's your assistant?

Pete. Well, he's only part -time. He'll
be on this afternoon.

In fact, he should be here in a few
minutes.

I'll wait.

Make us a cup of tea, eh?

They do wonderful echoes cakes here.

They were Lena's favorite.

Thank heavens you weren't at home last
night.

Ah, but I might have prevented it. Who
knows?

We all have to die somehow, Alistair.

Well, I've been thinking about it, and
do you know what?

I've decided that Lena, in some way,
chose her own fate.

Don't say that.

Lena's up there now. She's probably
loving it.

You always had ambition to be at the
centre of a murder inquiry.

I'm not sure she ever imagined herself
the victim.

It's fate.

You can't worry about things like that.

I was thinking of the sale of the house.

It's best if you give me power of
attorney.

You don't want to be bothered with money
matters, Aunt Sophie.

I'll have the documents drawn up.

Leave it all to me.

Any link at all between Fred Scott and
Lena Henderson, apart from the fact that

they used the same post office?

None. Well, none that we know of.

Who's B.

McKenzie? No idea.

His name appears four times in the book.

Twice with £10 next to her and twice
with £15.

She kept her record of nearly every
shopping transaction.

The last entry against his name is dated
yesterday.

B. McKenzie, £15.

And three new fivers at the back of the
book.

We're checking the serial numbers.

You know, the most interesting thing
that Balmain said was that Lena

used to sit in on murder trials.

And the fact she used to sit in on
Balmain's trials.

I want details of every trial Balmain
was involved in which Lena could have

attended. It could be hundreds.

It is said that you can judge a society
by the way they care for their elderly.

With your help, we can make this a
better society.

For those of you doing your gold, silver
and bronze, you have one more week

before the awards.

So, let's...

Be good and do good.

Dame Elizabeth.

We're from Maryhill Police Station.

Can you point out two girls from Craig
Park School, Pauline and Fiona?

I'm afraid I don't know all their names.
We have over a hundred children drawn

from schools all over Glasgow.

Do you mind if I address them? Not at
all.

Can I have your attention, please?

My name is Michael Jardin. I'm a
detective sergeant with Strathclyde

Now, some of you may be aware that there
have been two murders in this area

recently. Could I ask you to keep your
eyes and ears open?

If anyone you visit mentions they've had
strange callers or seems frightened in

any way, I want you to contact us.

If Pauline and Fiona from Craig Park
School are here, could they come

please? Thank you.

Have you ever thought of performing at
children's parties?

We have Pauline and Fiona.

I hope they haven't been getting into
any trouble.

You visited Lena Henderson and Sophie
McQueen? That's right.

We heard in the news this morning about
the murder.

Do you know who did it? Not yet.

What we want to know is, when you were
helping Lena and Sophie, were there any

suspicious callers?

There was Alistair.

Alistair Balmain, her nephew.

Did he seem suspicious to you?

No. What I'm saying is, you might have
seen something.

It might not have seemed important at
the time, but it could be a vital clue

the murder of Lena Henderson.

I don't remember anything.

What about you?

She never notices anything. She's
stupid.

I'm not stupid.

Did Sophie and Lena get on together?

Miss Henderson never did anything for
Sophie.

I think she was a bit nasty to her.
Why's that?

She made Sophie do everything for her,
and Sophie couldn't walk very well.

It doesn't always follow that elderly
people help each other or even like each

other.

I think we may need to recommend you to
someone else.

She's recently lost her friend.

I wonder if you can help her with
spiritual healing.

I'm sure.

Mind if I join you?

No.

It's Sophie, isn't it? Yes.

Noel Brown told me.

Commander Gunner's my name.

I'm a spiritual healer.

Oh, yes.

Spiritual healing can be beneficial in
cases of depression, trauma.

Noel mentioned your friend's death.

That's right.

He may be able to help you to talk about
it.

It must have been a great shock for you.

I don't know.

I suppose my only hope is that she
didn't suffer.

Were you very close to her?

No, not really.

Death is always a difficult transition
to comprehend.

Oh, I decided when I was much younger
that death doesn't really matter.

The length of your life is really
unimportant.

It's much more important what you get
out of it.

That's very much in line with what
spiritualists believe.

It's too late.

Don't waste your time trying to recruit
me now.

You won't succeed.

Fancy seeing you here.

Fancy. Coming on nice?

Are you behind this?

Behind what? You know.

Now, have you got something important to
tell me or not? I don't know what you

mean. If I find out, this is your
handwriting.

It isn't.

It wasn't my idea. It was Fiona's.

I could charge the pair of you a waste
of police time.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I am now.

Get up.

How did you find out my address?

A girl in our class lives in your
street.

And you wrote this?

It was her idea.

I don't care whose idea it was.

What was the point of getting me down
here?

Do you want to go out with me?

I'm 16.

I'm old enough.

Thick to do in your day, Elizabeth.

Feel a war.

I'm only doing it because it's the
summer holidays and I'm bored.

There must be plenty of other things you
can do.

What do you do?

Well, I go to church and sing in a
choir.

You wanted to see me again.

We found a name in a notebook.

B. McKenzie.

Do you know who that may be?

I don't. I'm sorry.

Did she lend money?

She never lent me any in 12 years.

Well, I presume she was paid.

Let me see.

See, the last payment was made the day
before she died.

Oh, dear.

Why, oh, dear.

Mrs McQueen, if you know something, you
should tell me.

I wonder if she was up to her old tricks
again.

Tricks?

I always wondered how she had more money
than me.

Mrs McQueen, what tricks?

When she was my manageress of the dress
shop, she used to take money from a

married man who she knew was having an
affair.

He bought dresses for his girlfriend in
our shop, you see.

Are you telling me she was a
blackmailer?

You see, you cannae get rid of me.

What made you want to live with a woman
like that?

Company, I suppose.

Well, you'll get plenty of that here.

If I knew exactly what you were looking
for, I might be able to help you.

That's just it. I don't know.

This case against an Arnold McKenzie. Do
you know it?

Yes.

Last July, Alistair Balmain defended him
on an assault charge.

Defense of epilepsy brought on by strove
lights at a disco.

Did they swallow it? Only after Mr.
Balmain had the lights brought into

and demonstrated.

He gave the judge a migraine headache
and he had to adjourn the court.

Extraordinary.

Fiskals.

One moment.

It's for you.

Hello? Have you found anything?

No, yeah.

I have.

Lena Henderson was a blackmailer. Oh,
aye?

Who was she blackmailing?

Some fellow years back. She's probably
still doing it.

There's no mention of this B. McKenzie
any ball main trial.

Oh, there's an A. McKenzie, but no B.
McKenzie.

B. McKenzie?

Just a moment, sir.

There was a Bruce McKenzie, Arnold's
brother.

He was the main defence witness.

When was the date of the first payment?

Um, 14th of July.

I think we may have something, sir.

I realise this is a long shot, sir.

What else have we got?

Oh, by the way, I had an encounter with
those two schoolgirls at the ice rink

this morning.

What were you doing at the ice rink? One
of them found out my address.

Left this.

And you went on your own?

Yeah, I thought it might be important,
sir. And was it?

Not as it turned out. Just a schoolgirl
crush.

Told them off.

They waited an hour of our time and you
told them off?

Does a Mr. Bruce McKenzie work here?

Bruce?

Bruce McKenzie.

DTI Tiger, DS Jardin.

Do you know a woman called Lena
Henderson?

No. You sure about that?

Sure. But, uh...

That wouldn't be your name in the book,
would it? B. McKenzie, £10, 14th of

July. Nothing to do with me.

See, by a strange coincidence, that was
the week of your brother's trial.

And the woman that kept this notebook,
she was there.

Must be lots of B. McKenzies.

She wasn't blackmailing you for any
reason. No.

I mean, I don't know who she is.

Can I ask what it's about?

It's a murder inquiry.

Wish I could help you.

He's lying.

Is there nothing in this book we can pin
to him?

Apart from the name B.

McKenzie. No.

Let's let him stew for a minute.

Remember the Yorkshire Ripper?

Yeah. What's that got to do with it?

Well, they found a new fiver in a
prostitute's handbag. If they had acted

sooner, they could have caught the
Ripper by the run of serial numbers.

What are you saying, sir?

He's still got some notes. Maybe in the
same run. Come on.

Where is he?

He's heading to take the way home.

Two five pound notes.

Check the serial numbers on those as
well.

The serial numbers on the five pound
notes in your wallet.

Follow on from the one we found in Lena
Henderson's handbag.

I didn't kill her. You said you didn't
know her.

She was blackmailing me.

Why?

My brother's trial.

I went into a pub up near the law
courts.

Seen a couple of the jurors. We got
talking, had a couple of drinks, you

Tried to convince them that Arnie was
innocent.

She saw me.

She was in the pub.

She told you you could be charged with
attempting to pervert the course of

justice. Aye.

I'll go to prison.

And she asked me for money.

How many times, son? Four times.

How did you pay her? Met her at a pub.

Gear the cash.

Did you ever go to your house?

Never. How did you find out her address?

I don't know her address.

Where were you last Thursday night?

Thursday? Oh, come on.

Two nights ago.

I saw a couple of mates.

I watched a video.

Who framed Roger Rabbit.

Two people have confirmed McKenzie's
alibi.

Lena Henderson was blackmailing one
person. It's likely she was blackmailing

others. No other names in the book, sir.
Just figures.

Then it must go through Balmain's list
of cases again.

Lena could have attended any number of
trials that were unconnected with

Balmain. Is there anything that links
Fred Scott with Lena Henderson? Just the

post office.

Oh, sir, I've got a dress rehearsal.

Go home, McKenzie.

Charging was an attempt to pervert a
course of justice.

You're convinced he had nothing to do
with it?

The man's a prat, sir.

But he's no big enough prat to want to
murder her.

I can cancel.

But I need to know now, sir.

All right, Pete. I'm off to my bed now.

Are the police coming back at all?

How should I know?

Two young girls that keep following me
around. Oh, yeah?

Just back me up, will you? Give me a
hand.

You enjoy the rehearsal?

Yes.

This is... my fiancée.

Jackie.

Hello.

We've got to be going.

Thanks for coming.

I seem still locked.

Fiancée, is it?

You can lick over my hand now.

If you want.

happening?

What are you doing in here, Mr. Brown?

Have you been drinking?

I don't know what all the fuss is about.

Always screaming.

I just came into the wrong room by
mistake.

Now, come on, Mr. Brown.

I shall have words with you in the
morning. Keep your hands off me.

Don't flatter yourself that I was after
you, Sophie.

I wouldn't waste my time. Now, come on.

What a load of nonsense.

You haven't heard the last of this.

I'll be looking for you.

I'm very sorry about this, Sophie.

Are you all right?

I can't find Sophie anywhere.

Have you asked everyone?

Nobody's seen her since breakfast.

She hasn't told anyone she was going
out.

I take it you like to be kept informed
when they go out.

It's the rules.

Fire regulations.

I hope it has nothing to do with that
bit of bother we had last night.

One of our male residents went into her
room. It was nothing serious.

It gave her a bit of a fright.

Well, give me her ring when she gets
back.

I'd like to talk to her again. Of
course.

What are you doing here? I work here.

Can we keep walking?

You mean you work here and at the post
office?

Please, don't tell Mrs Pritchard. You've
got more than Mrs Pritchard to worry

about. Come on.

It won't be much fun for you taking me
out every Sunday, Alice.

Nonsense. I can't think of anyone with
whom I'd rather spend a Sunday.

Wish you'd find yourself a nice young
lady.

I'd neglect you.

I wouldn't do.

A man came into my room last night.

Who was he?

Resident at the home.

He burst in and started threatening me.

Oh, it's objectionable, man. I think
he'd been drinking.

But you managed to get rid of him.

The staff saved me.

Otherwise, I don't know what might have
happened.

Couldn't sleep awake.

Oh, I'm sure it was nothing to get upset
about, Aunt Sophie.

Perhaps he was attracted to you.

Oh, too ridiculous.

And let a man come near me, since your
uncle died.

Oh, if you never knew him, you were in
about three.

Five, Aunt Sophie, and I do vaguely
remember him.

That old house has so many memories for
me. That old house will soon be sold.

And you're better off where you are.

Where were you last Thursday night?

I worked at the home.

That was Sophie McQueen's first night,
correct?

That's right.

So you knew Lena Henderson was in the
house in the rowing?

I never thought about it.

Was she blackmailing you?

Blackmailing me?

About what?

Won't you tell me?

You were moonlighting at the post
office.

If Mrs Pritchard had heard about it,
you'd lose your job, wouldn't you? Not

necessarily. Oh, come on.

You were a care assistant on night
shift.

You were supposed to keep wide awake to
look after the people.

If Mrs Pritchard knew you had a job
during the day, she'd have given you the

sack. Is that right?

Isn't that right?

That's all right, but she wasn't
blackmailing me.

She kept a notebook.

In it, she kept a close record of money.

Now, look at the bit where she's written
her pension down.

Next to it, she's written £10 each time.

Could you explain that?

No. Was that the way you paid her off? I
wouldn't pay that kind of money just to

keep some old lady quiet.

Maybe you killed her instead.

No! Or perhaps it wasn't your money. It
was the post office's. If I was fiddling

the post office, I wouldn't need to do
two jobs, would I?

We're going to have to call the auditors
in.

Don't do that to Donald.

Please.

Seems a thin motive.

Of more people to kill for less.

What about Fred Scott, sir? What did his
murder fit in? I don't know.

Maybe some other person murdered him.

You can't bend the facts to suit the
motives.

Don't you ever accuse me of that.

Hello, sir.

Hi.

If you get any friendly with her, you'll
be posted to another station.

And you won't be able to work with me
again.

That'd be a tragedy, sir.

Can we have a word, please, Mr. King?

Won't be long.

It's about your boyfriend, Pete
McCulloch.

What's happened to him? We found out
that he has another job at the Woodlands

Park Rest Home. Yeah, he needs the
money.

What for?

Well, Pete's only part -time at the post
office. It's not a crime to have two

jobs, is it?

We're holding Mr McCulloch in custody.

We suspect he was being blackmailed by
Lena Henderson.

That's ridiculous.

We believe he's connected with the death
of Lena Henderson.

He's been fiddling the post office books
to make these payments.

I do those figures every day and there's
no way any money's missing.

We may have to call in the auditors.

The post office has never lost a penny.
We've worked hard to keep it open.

He wasn't being blackmailed.

I was.

Where have you been?

We've had everyone looking for you,
including the police.

I took my aunt out.

Nobody knew.

Aunt Sophie?

Didn't you tell anyone?

You must tell us in future when you go
out, Sophie.

I've never been treated like a child in
my life. And I don't intend to start

here.

It was a long time ago.

The details will be in some file.

I forged some cheques belonging to my
father.

I was 19.

I did six months in prison.

How did Lena Henderson know?

She knew my father. They used to live on
the same street.

She knew that I'd done time. She was
threatening to tell the post office.

And they would have revoked your
contract?

Didn't you have to sign anything to see
you had previous convictions?

Yeah. And you said no.

That's a criminal offence.

I know.

And she blackmailed you.

I'm only admitting this because you had
the wrong idea about Pete.

Very touch.

The night Lena Henderson was murdered, I
was at my sister's in Cambusneth and

the night Fred Scott was murdered...

Pete and I were together.

Most people have to think about their
alibis.

If something's worrying you, spiritual
healing may help to relax you.

You're very persistent.

Oh, I could tell.

Ever since you've been here, something's
been troubling you.

Maybe you do have some powers.

Look, I haven't told anybody this, not
even my nephew.

Your secret's safe with me.

I want to go home.

I don't want to be here.

It was silly ever to leave my home.

It's not an uncommon feeling.

It often takes time to settle in. No.

That's not it.

Oh, I can't explain.

I don't know how I'm going to tell
Alistair.

But everyone here likes you.

Noel Brown says so. You'll be
wonderfully looked after.

No.

There's something else.

I've been looking for you.

Please leave me alone.

Sorry about last night. Never mind.

No, I want to apologize.

Disgraceful behavior.

It's quite all right. Let me give you a
hand.

No, thank you. I can manage. Please.

Hard to believe it's only your ankle.

You won't be walking anywhere for a
while, Sophie.

You look to me like you had a dizzy
spell.

I'll call the doctor.

I don't need a doctor. I'm all right.

Sophie, you are our responsibility and
you're seeing the doctor.

I'd rather see Commander Gunner.

You can see them both.

But you're seeing the doctor first.

This is Lena's room.

It's all right.

I'll clear things in here.

All I want is for you two to box up
everything that's in the loft.

And be careful.

Are you alright?

Yes.

I'd think twice about going home if I
were you.

Don't worry about me.

Imagine you're at home and had an
accident.

You're far better off here, where you
can be taken care of.

I think I've caused quite enough trouble
already.

How long?

It's been in there 30 years or more.

How do you know that?

There's a photo there.

1961, I'll never forget it.

The year that England beat Scotland, 9
-3.

I was there.

I didn't know you were interested in
rugby, Jim.

It was football.

Body's kept well?

It's been mummified.

Fascinating. Can you tell us anything? I
mean, do we need an anthropologist?

Archaeologist, sir.

Mummification doesn't just happen in
pyramids, Jim.

Dry heat, especially a current of air
from a chimney, say, can prevent

putrefaction.

I don't want a biology lesson.

There's not much more I can say at the
moment.

I'll bet Sophie McQueen can say more.

Your aunt ever mentioned she had a
mummified body in the attic?

Is that some kind of sick joke?

It's been up there 30 years.

It's got the initials WJF on the lid.
Does that mean anything to you?

WJF?

It's only 36 pounds for you.

You want to see?

Sorry about that.

It was underneath the body.

It was an inscription.

My beloved Winifred.

Winifred? Aunt Winnie.

She lodged with Sophie.

Your aunt? No, not a real aunt. I only
called her that.

I was a boy at the time.

Did you never wonder what happened to
her?

One day she just moved.

Aye.

Up to the Arctic.

What have you been doing?

Don't mind me.

You're in some kind of trouble, aren't
you? You were meant to be at the

laundrette. Hello, Mrs Atkins.

I'm Detective Sergeant Jarden. You be
quiet. You're in a police station. This

policeman will put you in a cell and
lock you up.

Andrew. We'd like you to stay here while
your daughter gives us a statement.

What's she done?

It's all right.

She found a body.

See?

Will this be in the papers?

We found a body in your attic, Sophie.

Whose body?

Well, we believe it's the body of your
previous lodger.

Winifred Forsythe.

Oh.

Is there anything you'd like to tell us?

You needn't say anything if you don't
wish to, Aunt Sophie.

Now, look, I'm trying to do this the
easy way. If you want the other thing,

we'll go down to the station and we'll
have a formal interview.

I'm fine, Alistair.

Is it Mrs Forsythe's body?

How should I know?

Well... In your attic?

I haven't been able to get up to the
attic for years.

They cut in my hip.

Did Lena go up there?

The body's been up there for 30 years.

Where?

It's in a trunk.

And it's marked with Mrs. Forsythe's
initials.

Are you sure?

Wendifred must have left it behind.

Why didn't you tell me you were being
blackmailed?

I didn't want to worry you.

You should have told me.

I was embarrassed.

You can imagine paying an old woman
money to keep her mouth shut. It was so

cheap. If it was ten pounds a week, it
was bloody expensive.

I didn't want to lose the post office.
If they found out I hadn't declared my

conviction, that's what would happen.

I always thought you had.

A record for forgery? Come on.

What do you think they are?

I didn't kill her.

I know.

Why did the body look like that?

Horrible. It was mummified.

It's a natural process.

It occurs in a hot, dry atmosphere.

It's like a plague of the zombie.

Now, Mr Balmain, did he know you were up
in the loft?

He sent it up.

What was he doing?

He was shutting through Lena's thing.

Was he looking for something?

I don't know.

I could see he didn't want it in Lena's
room, though.

This is my office. It's not a nursery.
Sorry, sir. I hope you lot have been

behaving yourself.

Come on. Out of here.

Or there'll be more bodies.

Thank you. You're so nice.

What is it with you?

It's not my fault. It's that cheeky wee
boy's grin of yours.

At least I can grin.

Sorry to leave you.

Ah, that's okay, sir. I like children.

Yeah. Donald King.

That's right.

Post Office Investigations Department.

Would you close the office, please?

I'm sorry, we've got to close early
today.

You understand why we're here?

Yeah. We wish to interview you in
connection with your failure to report

previous conviction for forgery.

If you'd give this gentleman your books
for auditing.

She must have been a beautiful woman in
her day.

She was in her late 50s, 60s when she
died.

She's got enough gold in her mouth she
may even be hallmarked. How did she die?

That wasn't easy.

Take a look around her neck.

Was her neck broken?

See if you can see any sign of a
ligature around it.

After all these years?

What am I looking for here?

There's a telltale crisscross pattern.

I think I need glasses.

Aye, that's better.

A tiny remnant of cloth.

It had to be Sophie that did it. Could
be.

Do you think she's strong enough to...
It's possible.

Sir, she has difficulty climbing the
stairs.

Oh, thank you for coming.

Let's go to my room.

It only took us two buses to get here.

Would you like a chocolate?

I left the broken one.

We found a mummy in your attic.

I heard.

Who was it?

I don't know.

You didn't know it was there?

No. Skin was all tight over the face.

I asked you to come and see me because I
want you to do me a favour.

I want you to buy me a bottle of
aspirin. A large bottle.

What for?

To help me sleep.

Wouldn't they give you some here?

if I could.

Is it because of the body in the attic
that you can't sleep?

Did you kill her?

None of this should ever have happened.

I should never have left my house.

What happened?

One of our residents had a fit. Is my
aunt all right?

Yes. She's got a couple of visitors.

It was so long ago.

I can't remember.

I was a different person then.

It's a long girl.

We were arguing.

She owed me money. I've always been soft
like that.

Oh, it's my temper.

Didn't mean to do it.

And the body's been up there all these
years.

I thought it might disappear.

Turned to dust.

How did you kill her?

What does it matter?

They sent me to Britain.

You're too old to go to prison.

It wasn't a proper murder. You just
killed her by mistake.

Please, get me the aspirin.

We can't.

No one will know.

You've done so much for me in the past.

Just do that one last thing.

Promise not to say anything.

Sophie!

Oh, Alistair.

I didn't know you'd visit us.

The girls are just leaving.

It's all right.

These are healing hands.

No prizes for guessing.

She put up a struggle, though.

Evidence of bruising round the
shoulders, as though she'd been pinned

Poor Sophie.

I was quite fond of her.

Even though she had a body in the attic,
sir?

She had guts.

How could this have happened?

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Balmain. You
must have had somebody on duty last

We did.

And we spent a lot of money last year on
a scheme to make the building more

secure. You obviously didn't spend
enough.

In my office, Mr. Balmain.

Three hundred pounds a week. And my aunt
would have been safer living on her

own.

Was anyone on duty last night, Mrs.
Pritchard?

Pete McCullough. He said he heard
nothing.

He couldn't have fallen asleep.

My staff do not sleep on duty.

I didn't see or hear anything.

Were you asleep?

No. Come on.

You're doing two jobs, working day and
night. When do you sleep? Not when I'm

duty. Two jobs? If you didn't hear
anything or see anything last night, I

to know why.

I may have nodded off.

Peter, you know the rules.

I do not allow moonlighting.

Did Sophie have any visitors yesterday?

Plenty. You were here all morning.

Apart from us.

Her nephew came back again in the
evening.

Our two girls came to see her as well.

Girls? Schoolgirls?

I don't know.

Fifteen or sixteen.

Anyone else?

Not that I can think of.

Unless you count Commander Gunner.

The spiritual healer?

Yeah, you'd hear a lot.

The old people seem to like him.

I think he's a fake myself.

Are you telling me that Commander Gunner
is a regular visitor here?

Not only that, he's been treating
Sophie.

Treating Sophie?

Well, that's great. Why didn't anybody
tell us? No one knew he might be

interested.

Two of our victims have had his
spiritual healing.

I think it's time Commander Gunner's
ship came in.

She tried to get us to help her commit
suicide.

Suicide?

Well, why didn't you tell us?

I promised we wouldn't tell anyone.

Now, you two are supposed to be
responsible teenagers.

And you didn't think it was your duty to
inform us.

I thought we'd talked her out of it.

Where does she want to commit suicide?

She admitted that she killed that woman
we found in the attic.

This is vital information.

You heard someone confess to a murder
and you didn't report it. We thought

it, but we didn't want her to go to
prison.

How does she want you to help her to
commit suicide?

She asked us to get her a bottle of
aspirin. We couldn't do it, though.

If you'd have told us, your friend
Sophie may have been alive today.

So... When will I know when I have to
appear in court?

You're keen to go back to prison, are
you?

You said you found no evidence of
embezzlement or fraud. We've only just

started.

We'll be in touch, Mr King.

Just what did it stamp?

I'm sorry.

And when are you going to reopen?

They've closed us down.

What?

I've got half a mile to walk to the next
post office.

Look.

Here. Take these.

Where have you been?

I've lost my job.

Yeah. Well, me too.

Join the club.

All this because of one blackmailing
old... Hey!

Forget it.

Sir.

No sign of Gunner yet.

I've changed my mind.

I don't want him brought in. You what?

Michael, what do these three have in
common?

Fred Scott was depressed because his
daughter wanted to put him in your home.

Lena Henderson was being put out too.

Sophie McQueen wanted to die.

Suppose Gunn had helped them all.

His healing hands could be killing
hands, you mean.

That's why I don't want him alerted.

What evidence have we got? If we have to
let him go, he might skip the country.

None of these deaths seem like mercy
killings to me.

Me neither.

You go to the Navy.

Find out what you can about this
Commander Gunner.

I'll go to Balmain, see what he knows.

Do you know anything yet?

A couple of ideas.

When you spoke to your aunt last night,
did you know she was contemplating

suicide? Suicide?

Aunt Sophie?

Are you trying to suggest that she
smothered herself?

We believe she murdered Mrs. Forsyth. I
don't believe that.

And when the body was found in the
attic, she decided to commit suicide.

That's nonsense.

I knew my aunt.

Not well enough, it seems.

Can I have a word?

I've been through Gunner's naval record.

He was never a surgeon commander.

He was a medical assistant.

What's that?

I know.

He was discharged for disorderly
conduct.

Did your aunt ever mention a commander
Gunner?

No.

Never heard of him.

If Gunner has been committing
euthanasia... You mean murder, sir.

We'll set a trap.

Break a few rules.

What are you saying?

A lure. We'll find a victim. Something
to play a part.

You mean an agent provocateur?

Well, I didn't want to say the word,
Michael.

McVitie'll never go along with it.
McVitie doesn't have to know.

We could be had up for aiding and
abetting.

I'm not asking him to break windows or
smother people, and neither did his

victims. I don't want anything to do
with it. Michael, it's not a committee

meeting.

I know just the right person.

Oh, dear, what have I done?

Nothing, Dame Elizabeth.

We'd like you to do us a favour that's
quite a delicate matter.

I don't feel very presentable. Don't you
worry about that.

Do you mind if we talk inside?

Not at all.

An agent provocateur?

What do I have to do?

You don't have to accept.

We'd rather you didn't use that phrase.

Very well.

We want you to pose as a lady who needs
spiritual healing and maybe

contemplating suicide.

Because of some illness, perhaps?

We'll leave the reason up to you.

Is this man dangerous?

There'll be no rescue.

We'll be here.

My name's Commander Gunner. Try and make
an appointment for tonight, if

possible. Hello.

Hello. Commander Gunner. Speaking.

My name's Elizabeth Friel.

Hello. Hello.

I'm phoning about... Healing.

Spiritual healing.

I'd like to make an appointment with
you.

I could fit you in tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

I'm in urgent need.

Well, how about 8 o 'clock tonight?

8 o 'clock tonight?

Fine.

I don't think this is a good idea.

What's happening?

Sir? Have you found Gunner yet?

We're going to see him now.

I'll come with you.

I don't want to trouble you, sir.

We're big boys. We can handle it.

Shut up.

You are pushing your luck, sir.

Right. Before he insists.

Our man's on his way now, sir.

I hope you're not feeling nervous.

First night nerves never bothered me.

Ship ahoy.

Commander Gunner's on his way.

Most of the time I sit in my room. I
stare at the walls.

There's nothing for me now but the pain.

I understand.

The pain.

The suffering that you're going through.

I'm not a weak woman, Commander.

But it has me so I can't sleep at night.

I'm sure I can help.

I've had so many treatments, so many
doctors, so many drugs.

I just wish I could die in peace.

Part of the problem is these modern
painkillers.

They leave you so that you can't think
straight.

are not animals.

There are things that we can do.

You mustn't think about dying.

Tell me where the pain is and I'll take
it away.

I wish someone would take mercy on me.

You mustn't think like that, Elizabeth.

I am a healer.

Now, where is the pain?

The pain is...

In my shoulder.

How are the shoulders?

Much better, actually.

I do have a problem with them. His hands
have done a power of good.

Did I play my part well enough?

I'm just sorry we don't give Oscars.

It's tonight that concerns me. What do I
have to do?

I shan't sleep tonight.

And I've got the Trust's award ceremony
in the morning.

Trust us.

If you don't mind, I think I'll go to
bed now.

I shan't sleep, but I need to rest.

Where will you be?

Oh, we'll be here.

Don't you sleep either, will you?

He's gone off with a prostitute, sir.

No sign of him yet.

Still on naval exercises.

She's going over an hour now.

Maybe she's been getting some spiritual
guidance, eh?

Horizontal healing.

And now.

Are you two going to sit here all night
or what?

Are you shy or something?

Police.

Move on, please.

Piss off.

Look, just move it, eh?

Or we'll take you in.

Piss.

Don't believe it.

you doing?

I was closing the window, sir. I thought
you'd left it open.

Somebody should open your brain.

I'm having that.

Well, I'm having this.

Perhaps I didn't convince him.

All the same, we're leaving a couple of
detectives with you.

Well, I've got the awards ceremony at 11
o 'clock, so they won't have too long

to wait.

Silly bitch.

Do you want that?

Yes. You can only have one thing. I want
both.

You can't. That's all you're allowed.

Which do you want?

This.

Monica.

My office.

Now.

We do not use Agile

Provocateur. This is not America.

And what I find so disappointing is that
you should choose willfully to conceal

this operation from me.

It was my idea, sir. Do you think your
Sherlock Holmes and Interpol rolled into

one?

I'm busy!

And what was, Jim?

It failed.

You mean if a heart succeeded, you would
have approved?

I would not!

I'm sorry, sir.

I thought you'd want to know. There's
been another murder. Same pattern.

A Mrs Campbell, sir.

Her home helped discovered her half an
hour ago.

I bet this is the most people that have
ever been to see her.

Here's another one.

I like being above people.

Then I can look down on the things that
I make happen.

We made this happen, not just you.

You couldn't have done it without me.

You need me.

See the old man's house and then Lena
Henderson?

Yeah. Then there's Sophie's rest home
and here.

If you draw a line between them, it
makes the shape of a P for Colleen.

Well, if we had one over there, I could
have the shape of an F for Fiona.

We don't know anyone who stays over
there.

We know Dame Elizabeth.

Hey, Michael.

Have you seen any sign of a dog in this
house?

No.

This woman's got dog food on her
shopping list.

Maybe she does the shopping for a
neighbour.

Postage prepaid stamp.

No address?

Just a contract number.

First to last.

Probably a circular.

Get something to check it out, eh?

The serial number belongs to the Dame
Elizabeth Friel Trust.

A newsletter goes out to all their
volunteers.

Pauline and Fiona?

That's right.

They probably dropped it on one of their
barber jobs or whatever they do.

You think it could be, then?

I don't know what to think.

Certainly knew Lena and Sophie.

God, they're children.

So what?

We're dealing with a multiple murderer.

And all the victims were elderly.

The exact same group that these young
girls were working with.

They knew that Lena Henderson was alone
in that house.

They even told us that Sophie had asked
them to help her commit suicide.

Aye, but they wouldn't do it. Maybe not
in the way she planned.

No.

No, Michael. Come on, sir.

All right.

We'll go and talk to them.

Mr Scott's missing medals.

And some souvenirs of other crimes.

What's the matter?

What's going on?

Where did Pauline get these?

I've never seen them before.

Is she in trouble?

Mrs Atkin, you'd better come with us.
Where are Pauline and Fiona?

I'd spent my whole life, since the age
of 17, touring and performing and

around, worried, nervously looking for
my next job.

I realised retirement gives you a chance
to do the things you've always wanted

to do.

Having been an actress all my life, I
wanted to do something worthwhile.

for Angela Burnett and Victor Murray.

Where's Pauline?

Pauline? Come on.

Out.

Where's Pauline? I don't know.

Where is she?

Now, we know you were involved in the
murder of those old people.

It would be better for you if you told
the truth.

Was it to steal things? No.

Why do it?

It was Pauline.

She made me go with her.

She killed them.

I don't have anything to do with it.

Pauline!

Pauline's got nothing to do with it.

Tell me she hasn't.

Fiona did it, I'm telling you. She's
violent.

She's a monster.

Oh, my God. Pernika!

Fiona, come back from the edge.

Please, please, you've got to believe
me. Pauline killed them. I wanted to

her, but she said she'd kill me if I
told anyone.

I know that.

No, you don't know what she's like.

I think we do now.

Come down.

I can't.

I'm scared.

Look at me.

Would you help me?

Please.

What made them do it?

A combination of personalities.

A reaction each of them had on each
other.

It's the Leopold and Loeb case.

Folly, I do.

I'll leave that to the psychiatrists.

How's your hand?

I'm going to need some spiritual
healing, Michael.

To love another that I found There's no
meaning now There's no meaning

today City life

was strange You take your share of the
good times and bad