All language subtitles for Taggart s08e02 Ring of Deceit

Time for a pint, Julie?

No, I'm straight off after the... Sure?

My mum's expecting me. Better not.

Toodle -pip.

Ah, to hell with it.

Can I help?

No, no, I'm fine, thank you. You sure?

Yeah, yes, fine, honestly.

I'm waiting on someone.

Okay.

I hope you'll all take a coffee before
you leave.

All statistical evidence shows that our
streets are no less or more safe than

they were ten years ago.

But the perception that things are worse
is widespread.

Therefore, it follows that fear of
street crime is as much a cause of worry

the public at large as is the effect of
the actual crime on the victims

themselves.

For each direct victim of a crime, ten
more people's lives are blighted by the

fear that it could happen to them.

And it is this fear which limits and
denies thousands of people access to our

streets, particularly women and
particularly nine.

He's very good, you know.

So when we talk about crime prevention
on the street, we also have to take all

those steps which can be taken to make
our streets feel safer.

Things such as improved street lighting,
the rerouting of footpaths, easy access

to public transport and so on. And this
has a direct knock -on effect for a fear

-free environment.

It tends to be a crime -free
environment.

I found the sergeant's talk very
illuminating.

Thank you.

Can I ask, are you any closer to
catching the man responsible for these

and assaults on women in the South Side?

Oh, damn it.

Ah. I really don't feel I should comment
on individual cases.

Suffice to say, we're doing all we can.

There's been four assaults this month
alone.

Each one worse than the one before.

Is it true he's sending you notes
boasting about it?

That's an operational matter. I'd rather
not say.

Yes, well, are there any other
questions?

One last question, Sergeant, please.

Where did you get the nickname?

Nickname? I don't quite follow you.

It's tonight's paper.

They say the police have given him a
nickname.

The Mechanic.

Why do you call him that?

Well? Don't rush the boy.

He'll have to decide soon.

I'm just not sure.

The Grand Canyon.

Correct. Yes!

The boy has X -ray eyes. He saw it
through the camera. Right, that's it.

bed.

I'll wait for Dad.

I don't know when he'll be back, son. Go
on. Night -night, David.

Night, Grandad.

Night -night.

See you later.

Maybe

he

met somebody.

Yes, yes, I expect so.

This is Julie Smith's mother.

Yes. I was wondering, could you tell me,
has she left work yet?

Two hours ago?

No, no, I just was wondering.

Well, she's not back yet.

Okay.

Thank you.

Bye.

Disturbing new evidence which we have
uncovered has revealed international

between British fascist organisations.

I'm not worried. I'm just concerned.

Is it this mechanic thing?

Mechanic? How do you know about that?

A woman at the victim support group was
asking Michael Jordan about it. And

that's the name she used?

He got a bit agitated when she mentioned
it. I'm not surprised.

We've been trying to keep it quiet.

We don't want everyone to know what this
guy's habits are.

It was in the evening paper.

Women are scared stiff, Jim. Everyone
was talking about it.

Marvellous.

Bloody marvellous.

With their European colleagues.

While at the moment far -right Britain
is of only marginal political

commentators worry that the
organisational and financial support...

you been?

You're supposed to be training her up.

Sorry. Only time will tell whether the
growth of the new Nazis will...

Time by two.

And Hugh Alastair uncut.

That report was compiled before the
decision of the ex -communist mayor of

Dresden to defect to the Christian
Democrats.

Time by one.

That's all for this week.

Remember that this is your program. Let
us keep you in the picture.

If you have anything you think needs to
be investigated, the phone lines are

open now.

041 -242 -9701.

041 -242 -9702.

This is Alistair Hogg wishing you a good
night.

I'll be back next week with another live
edition of Crisis Point.

Music lights and roll the Aston.

Will I say it first?

Communist mayor?

Who's he?

Herr Stotter.

Don't mock me or I'll be very upset.

Who was the note to QA, anyway? Nigel
Mansell?

He just wants to get to the pub first.

Well, you're buying, you.

Production meeting tomorrow, ten o
'clock, for next week's Runners and

Good show, folks. Night.

Hello, stranger.

Where have you been?

Research.

Ah, well, the last time behind the
camera.

Next week, the hot seat.

I'm off.

I have a hangover to arrange.

See you, Ian.

Morris, for goodness sake, I nearly
jumped out of my... Why didn't you tell

you were here?

What happened?

If nothing, a scratch, that's all.

A scratch?

I caught someone trying to pinch the
car.

The car?

It's okay, Dad, there's no problem.

You're bleeding, the car's been stolen,
you said... They're not stolen.

I stopped them.

Have you been to the police?

What? I didn't get a clear look at them,
so there's no way I can tell the

police. They should be informed.

I'll phone them. No, not... Just... Just
leave it alone, okay?

I'll go and see if it's in yet.

Aye. See the show.

Aye.

Aye, can I take out the new Volvo?

You what?

The old gentleman will do you.

But you said I could do that. I never
said nothing.

You'd have to paint off the side of it
before you got it out of the yard.

Hey, Barry.

It's here.

Well?

We got it.

Yes, you're a beauty.

That's great, eh?

Bloody marvellous.

Where is it again?

I'm coming.

I'm awful sorry to wake you.

A late night, eh?

Aye, something like that.

It's a bit brisk this morning.

Not bad for the time of year.

Yes, yes.

Can I help you?

Oh, yes, sorry.

Mr Jamie O 'Hare?

Well, I was when I went to bed.

I hope you don't mind, but I represent
Go Scott Finance.

Are you selling something?

No, no, no, not at all, not at all.

I've come to repossess your lorry.

What? I'm awful sorry, but you know how
it is.

And what if I don't know how it is?

Archie doesn't like complications.

Horner movies, is it?

Yeah.

No, it's just some archive stuff I asked
for.

I wanted a word.

Alison, water under the bridge, OK?

I've seldom been chucked so charmingly.

I just wanted to be, you know, friends.

Let's see if we can manage as colleagues
first, eh?

After you.

Oh, don't you worry about that, Mr
Clements.

I'll deal with the consignment notes.

Take all the hassle off you.

It's a pleasure to do business with you.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

Right.

There's the necessary.

And, uh, sign these before you go.

Yeah.

Listen, I'm going to deal with this one
personally.

I don't want any slip -ups. Everything
goes through me, no one else.

Not even Eddie?

Especially not Eddie.

Right. I'm away up there. I'll be back
about six, love.

And, uh, leave the biro.

I'll give you a gold -plated parka when
this little lot comes in, darling.

See you later.

Julie's never been away this long
before.

It was when I found her car at the
station.

And the car was tampered with?

Yes.

What's so special about her car?

I can't say at the moment.

Give the constable a full statement. I'm
sure there's nothing to worry about.

What do you reckon?

It's the cars, Michael.

Here, here, here and here.

He immobilised the cars and then went
after them.

And I think the barter's done it again.

Because of death?

Under these circumstances, I really want
to hold fire.

We'll carry out the PM as soon as we
can.

But I'll tell you this much.

She's been dead less than 24 hours.

George,

let me take a couple of shots of this.

You all right?

Aye.

Aye. When was this last load of earth
dumped?

Late last night.

It's coming through the back there.

How do you know that?

The lock was broken this morning.

We never thought of it.

I've got nothing of it, no.

He's reversed into his car. His car,
aye.

What's all this plastic over here?

That's a polythene membrane.

Fuels in the gases, like.

Right. Well, we're going to need a hand
to move all this earth here. It's going

to be going through with a fine tooth
comb. Tooth comb?

Yeah, well, you feeling up to it?

Aye, fine.

Brand new.

How exactly did you find him?

It was first on the day I came up with
the catapult to clear the road.

Just looked down and saw her hand and...

I wish when he fainted.

Suggestions for future shows include dog
fouling, double glazing firms,

timeshare sharks, but the largest
percentage are going for women and

a clear leader.

I think we need a follow -up on the
health item last week.

Well, maybe we could get a peg on the
dogs at our time. Yeah, what's that

disease that blinds kids?

Toxicara. Toxicara canis. Now, if we can
wheel in a couple of blind bambinos,

get our bloody barney going.

I don't believe I'm hearing this.

What? This mechanic thing has got the
South Side going daft and you want to do

programme about dog crap?

We've covered sexual assault and
harassment.

You can only do so much.

I'm talking about a new approach, such
as a campaign.

I mean, let's really go for it. Dedicate
the whole of next week's programme to a

make our streets safe campaign.

Act instead of react.

We're the only current affairs programme
that's issue -based and goes out live.

Let's cash in on it.

I was talking to this copper who's
actually on the mechanic case. I think

could get him on the spot.

Well, let's keep your love life out of
it.

Give it a break, Ewan. Now, children, we
can leave the format loose for a day or

two and see how things pan out.

Ewan... Cut together some of the lung
cancer stuff and we'll have a look at

dog shit story. Contact the RNIV, just
test the water, see if you can track

any kids with eyesight problems.

Okay. Yes, but... And you can work on
the women in violence thing.

Give me a couple of pages on how you see
it developing and we'll make our

decision in a couple of days.

Okay.

Now, expenses.

Left -handed.

So forensics, eh? They can tell by the
angle of the cut, apparently.

Well, that's 80 % of the population out
the road.

Unless he was pretending to be left
-handed.

There's still nothing on the DNA
profile.

They think he wears a condom.

Talk about safe sex.

And now he's taken to calling himself
the mechanics of bloody newspapers.

Four assaults and then four notes.

Now a murder.

In each case, he disabled a car, then
attacked.

Her car bonnet was opened by a thin,
bleeding screwdriver.

And then the rotor arm removed.

This is sick.

It's really sick.

I mean, what goes on in the head of
somebody like that?

Have you got a positive idea yet?

Come on in.

I've been expecting you.

I've just put the kettle on.

You can sit down and have a nice cup of
tea.

Or coffee.

Would you prefer coffee?

I'm afraid I'll just get the instance.

Julie drinks that decaffeinated stuff.

But honest to goodness, it bears about
as much resemblance to the real thing as

flying in the air.

So is tea all right?

Yeah, tea's fine.

Shoe? Or a sherry? Would you like a wee
sherry?

I've a half bottle somewhere left over
from Hogmanay. I've got to gear

somewhere.

Mrs Smith, would you like to sit down?

I don't want to know.

Oh, don't tell me.

For God's sake, please don't tell me.
Please.

Death from massive internal bleeding.

What exactly?

A shotgun.

By the spread of the shot, I'd say
pretty close range.

But she had not been raped.

No sign of any sexual assault.

But it fits the same pattern as a
mechanic, doesn't it?

I mean, we know this guy disables the
car and then he holds up the woman with

shotgun. I deal in absolutes, Michael. I
leave the patterns to my betters.

I'll tell you one thing.

She fought back.

How do you know?

Cracked and broken fingernails.

Yes, that was interesting. The nails.

What was that?

Some sort of crystalline powder
underneath them.

Any idea what it was?

My dear fellow, I'm a forensic
pathologist, not an analytical chemist.

Sorry, Doctor.

I'm under a bit of pressure on this one.

Then I suggest you wait for the test
results.

Naughty, naughty.

That's wonderful, Mr Newman. Thank you
so much. All right. Bye -bye.

Piece of jade.

She lost it in the sauna.

I believe her.

There should be no problem.

Look, I have to nip out and deal with
something.

So, you need my permission?

No, it's just that David's come up here
after school.

Yes.

So, could you... Yes, I'll look up.

I can still use a key.

Bye, then. Bye.

Hey, Morris.

What? Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Duke.

Duke. Pickets, please.

We're police officers.

Very good.

Pickets, please.

We're on an investigation.

Very nice.

It isn't a travel guard, is it?

I get it in the neck when an inspector
comes on.

Have you got change of 20?

No. She walks over to the car, can't
start it.

What's the first thing she does?

She goes to the ticket counter to see if
there's a phone.

Which is, of course, unmanned during the
hours of darkness. And shut.

Very handy.

So where's the news call box?

He actually disabled her car and cut the
phone cable.

Better let forensic check it over.

Right, so where to next?

Well, what would you do? She still had
to get home somehow.

Right, we know she didn't take a bath.

So she'd walk up to the main road to
catch a taxi.

This is it, Michael.

This is it.

I know he'd have chosen here.

Well... I know he would.

He'd have waited here for her.

Any further, he's too close to the main
road.

Any closer to the station, you might
have been spotted.

There's no street lamps. It's perfect.

Oh, Michael, this is creepy.

Maybe we should treat her like some sort
of prey.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Top of the world.

Oh, hell, I've got to go and see her
boss.

OK.

Jackie.

Look at this.

Effluent, that sort of thing.

Last night she was working on the
asbestos analysis equipment in here.

Asbestos? Yes, hence all the fume
cupboards.

Is it safe?

Oh, yes.

The whole environment works on negative
pressure.

The harmful fibres are drawn into the
cupboards and filtered.

Do you know anything about any
boyfriends?

I don't think there was anyone at the
moment, no.

And she left late last night?

Yes, she said she had some work to
finish.

I asked her if she wanted to go for a
drink, but... I'll be stumped.

It's awful.

Just... I'm sorry.

No, there's no need to apologize, Mr.
Stoker.

Are you married, man, yourself?

Yes. Yes.

They're me and Mil Guy, overdrawn at the
bank.

2 .4 children.

Mr. Normal, that's me.

Normality's a relative term.

What do you mean?

Well, whoever did this isn't walking
around with fangs and a cloak.

When we find him, and we will find him,
Mr. Stoker, he'll look normal too.

Bill! For heaven's sake, don't do that.

You've been smoking?

Not me.

House tricks.

Get your jacket off, get the jade over
and finish calving it.

Can I not have a go at the rock crystal?

I wouldn't even trust you to weld a lap,
all right? Now get on with it.

Where's my dad?

He's out.

Where?

On business.

Is it?

Hmm.

Grandad.

What?

Are you going to let me see the ruby?

Please, let me see it.

You're here two minutes.

The last time.

Are you going to finish cutting it up in
time?

Cutting it?

Uh -huh.

You don't cut up a stone like that.

You reveal it.

I'm just discovering what was already
there.

It's perfect.

Not a glitz, nothing.

I can hardly wait to see my gran's face.

Well, let's make sure we keep it a
secret, huh?

Maybe when you've been married for 40
years, you could discover a stone like

this for your wife, huh?

Me? I'm not getting married, Grandad.
Now get buffing.

It's like... It's like I'm part of it,
you know?

Implicated.

During that part, then, I just felt so
bloody angry.

It's like we'd all just got it wrong.

Young girl, taken away like that.

I mean, there must be more we can do.

Does it ever get to you?

Me?

I'm on the side of the angels, one of
the good guys.

Are you?

You never have any doubt?

I have yawning chasms of insecurity.

It doesn't make you a bad person.

Do you never take anything seriously?

I take everything seriously.

Except myself.

Bullshit.

Well, just cut the poor little me act. I
don't need it.

We are wound up.

Well, I want to get him, Colin. I want
to get him and make him wish he'd never

been born.

I love it when you talk authoritarian.

Give me some more.

Hanging is too good for him.

Ah, yes, the rope.

Bring back the birch.

The phone's ringing.

The phone's ringing.

No, I don't like that one quite so much.

Hello?

Oh, Michael, how you doing?

It's what?

Oh, right.

OK, see you.

They've identified the stuff under her
fingernail.

And?

Illumina. Come again?

A lumina. Apparently it's some kind of
grinding agent.

Are you still talking dirty?

For gems.

It's used to grind precious stone.

I know what you're going to say.

So?

Do we go big on women and safety or not?

I think it's a great idea.

In fact, I've already set it in motion.

I've had a word with Alistair about it.
I want you to dig around for some

background on street lighting.

Street lighting?

But that's a researcher's job, surely?

Alison, it's your first week on camera.

Let's not run before we can walk.

I want you to be concentrating on
looking the part, not gallivanting after

stories.

I didn't get this chance because I look
the part.

I've checked Julie's work.

She had nothing to do with gem cutting.

And there's not a trace of the stuff
from the earth at the dump.

So, chances are it came from whoever
attacked her.

Correct.

How many gem cutters are there in the
Glasgow area?

It's not a long list.

Jardine and Reid are checking it out
now.

I'll leave it to him.

DCI Taggart.

Hmm?

Crisis point?

No, I'm afraid it's not possible.

All we want is an officer working in the
mechanic case.

Surely it would be of use to you.

Well, I'm afraid all my officers are too
busy at the moment to appear on

television programmes.

Mr Taggart, I'm a responsible
journalist.

It would take a maximum of an hour.

I found a question.

I suggest you contact the press
department.

Inspector Veitch.

Goodbye.

Responsible journalist.

Contradiction in terms.

Alumina?

Of course. It's all over the place.

Look. What do you use it for?

Well, it's a grinding medium for soft
stones like rock crystal, jade.

And who has access to it?

Well, just me.

And me, Grandad.

Can you tell me what you were doing the
night of the 15th, last Wednesday?

Oh, I was at home.

Both of you?

Yes, both of us.

And can anyone corroborate that?

Yes, my wife, she was there.

Look, what is this?

We've always cooperated with the police.

Is it stolen jewellery or something?

I'm afraid we can't say.

Could I have your wife's phone number,
please?

You don't believe us?

My wife has a bad heart.

Could I not phone her?

I'm afraid no.

Can I have the number, please?

If we hit another brick wall, we'll lose
our no -claims bonus.

Hello, Sergeant.

Oh, hi.

What can I do for you?

Well, it's about the request for that
interview on the television.

I'll leave you to it.

Look, I'm afraid you're going to have to
go through the channels. You've tried,

but your boss is stonewalling it.

Well... Look, my boss doesn't know I'm
here, but you'd be doing me and

yourselves a favour.

We've got a huge audience. Now, one of
them might have seen something.

Look, I really don't see how I can help
you.

Cards on the table.

It's my first time fronting the
programme and I just want it to be

Look, I'll see what I can do, OK?

Thanks, Sergeant.

Thanks a lot.

The programme's a bloody disgrace.

Half -truths and rumours, dressed up as
journalism, trying to do our job.

How wouldn't you be seen dead watching
it, let alone one of my officers

on it?

Did you follow up the jeweller's angle?

We've checked all 5G and cutters, sir.
Nothing.

We're still sniffing through the rubbish
up at the tip, sir. The boys are

wanting a disinfectant line. Oh.

Well, tell them we'll arrange the next
search in a perfume factory.

I've compiled a list of about 2 ,300
possible suspects, sir.

Based on past Scottish offenders, you
know, managed between 16 and 65 in the

area of the crimes.

2 ,000?

OK.

Pull half the men off the tip and keep
going with the list.

Oh, Jim, I've just had the producer of
Crisis Point on the phone asking for a

spokesman. Apparently they're doing a
special programme on women and crime

Wednesday. Is that a fine?

I reckon it's just the thing to
stimulate more publicity on the

I hear Michael here has a dab hand on
the podium. Well, send him in.

Or I'll fill it with the press office.

Hello, it's me.

Listen, I've got to see you.

Evening all.

Niminy -piminy, niminy -piminy, niminy
-piminy. Gives it a bit of a level,

Alison. Yeah.

Even as we speak tonight, women walk in
fear on the streets of Britain.

Yeah, thank you.

Alison.

Tonight we present a crisis point
special. For the first time, we dedicate

entire programme to one. Yeah, fine, OK.

Hang on.

Martine. Martine, you there?

Yes, Alistair.

What's this?

I've got me doing the interview on the
script.

No, Alistair, and you, Link. Since when?

We changed it. Printout's on its way. 30
seconds to transmission.

But why?

It's a better shape to the programme.

Yes, but it's my baby.

It's done by ENG1. And it's my script.

OK.

Sorry, but you can have your tip later.

It was you, wasn't it?

5,

4, 3, 2, 1. Music.

And for God's sake, smile, Alison.

Thank

you,

Alison.

Good evening, and welcome to another
edition of Crisis Point.

Tonight, we present a Crisis Point
special.

For the first time, we dedicate the
entire programme to one subject.

How can we make our streets safe for
women?

Later on, we will be discussing the
problem with a panel of specially

guests, including Agnes Davison of
Newton Kirk Fiction Support and

Sergeant... OK, on in about five
minutes. Oh, fine, dear. Any questions?

Uh, yeah. Can I take my notes on with
me?

I'm sure you don't need your notes.

OK, level.

Sorry? Level.

No, say something for the mic.

Just say your name and address.

Oh, right.

Mike, um... Four minutes. All right.

Could you turn away the toilet?

We'll be speaking to both of them later
on tonight.

But first of all, we'd like to highlight
the specific case of the so -called

mechanic series of assaults which have
taken place in Newton's... E .M .G. And

which culminated in the tragic death of
Julie Smith last week.

Over now to a disturbing report on the
case from Alistair Hall. One.

Cut.

It was here in this car park just seven
days ago that Julie Smith... Out queue

streets again without fear.

Minute left on E .M .G.

Disabled her car, put the nearest phone
out of action and...

I'm Merv.

Popping out.

There's the park. You can see the
boating pond.

Hi, Sergeant. Alistair Hogg. I'll be
interviewing you, OK?

I know Martin's briefed you, but is
there anything you'd particularly like

cover? Are we not on? Well, I hope not.

No, there's a video I did earlier on.

Twenty seconds to hand over. Out cue,
without fear.

I just want to get as much cooperation
from the public as possible.

Oh, don't worry, then.

OK, Agnes?

Oh, fine.

Ten seconds.

Man of the Bathers are.

Sorry? Stand by, Alistair.

Ready, two.

Two, would you put your bloody cans off?

We ask the simple question, when will
women be able to walk our streets again

without fear?

And cue Alistair and Captain.

We filmed that report earlier this
evening.

I have with me now Detective Sergeant
Michael Jardine, one of the teams

searching for the killer.

Sergeant, how's the hunt going?

Oh, we're presently following several
lines of inquiry.

All in all, you're happy with the way
things are going?

Let's say we're quietly confident that
we'll get a result.

Councillor Davidson.

Well, we hope very much, in the light of
all this publicity about the

perpetrators of crime... Two minutes to
offer.

Something sweet, Alistair. Thank you,
Councillor.

And now, on a final note, let me repeat
the telephone number of the sergeant.

Excuse me, Alistair, do you mind if I
ask the sergeant a final question? I

actually think we have very much time.

No, no, it's Alistair.

Follow the crypt, Alistair.

Street lighting and the like.

Why, no -one ever touches on the real
problem.

On what would that be?

I sure thought it was obvious.

Men.

It's men that are the problem.

Violent, abusive, harassing men.

Unfortunately, that's outwith my
jurisdiction.

Unfortunately?

Does that mean you would do something
about it if you could?

Well, uh... Cut a mic. Cut in, Alistair.
Hang on, not yet.

We'll overrun.

Not yet. You see, that's exactly my
point.

It's not just the case that the police
have difficulties with the problem of

violence against women.

You're part of the problem yourself,
aren't you?

I can't accept that.

Well, even if you do catch this man,
lock him up forever.

The problem is going to arise again and
again and will do until men change their

attitudes and their behaviour towards
women. Isn't that the case?

Oh, well, I'm going to have to reserve
judgment on that one.

Well, while the police reserve judgment,
the women of Glasgow walk in fear.

Alastair. Yeah, well... Say something,
Alastair. Cue us out. Next week, next

week... Bingo on Alastair.

On a final note, then, are our streets
safe?

Is there an easy solution to the upsurge
of crimes of violence against women? Or

should we be asking far more fundamental
questions about male behaviour than we

are at the present?

No time for credits.

Stand by. Any other issue which you
think we should be taking up, phone us

the following numbers.

041 -242 -9701.

041 -242 -9702.

This is Alison Bain wishing you a very
good night from Crisis Point.

We'll see you next week.

One. Good night.

Take it.

Well,

I'm off to get drunk.

I must consider taking up directing
sometime.

You haven't heard the last of this, you
little cow?

I wouldn't have had to do anything if
you hadn't been wittering on.

Good God, man, you're supposed to be a
journalist, not a fishwife.

Journalist? A six -month course at City
University.

She thinks he's Jeremy bloody Pactman.

You made me look a complete arse. I
don't need much help.

Can I go now?

Hello, Morris.

You never compromise a co -presenter by
deviating from the script.

But I asked the right question, didn't
I? No, you asked the wrong question at

the wrong time. You screwed up the end
of the show and made Alison look a fool.

You were unprofessional.

So it was professional to treat the
policeman with kid gloves?

Well, was it?

He let Moss Scott free.

It isn't the police who are on trial,
you know.

Then who is?

I haven't noticed any great leaps
forward in the hunt for the mechanic.

No one was on trial. We're a current
affairs programme, for God's sake.

Are we?

It was more like a WRI knitting circle
till I waded in. Your arrogance is truly

breathtaking. If I'm arrogant, it's
because I think we should be a cut above

these aren't -our -police -wonderful
-reconstruction flicks.

We could be breaking new ground here. We
really could.

So now you want to be producer as well?

I want to do good work.

Are you insinuating we don't?

Well, are you?

Ah, I'm off.

I'll be back when she decides she has
enough humility to apologise.

There's no need for this.

Alistair!

Coffee, anyone?

Right, Walt.

That's you.

What's going on?

We've got a wee problem with inflation.

But how? What happened?

There were two of these under the
wheels.

But that is almost one case worth of
tyres.

Oh, tell me about it.

Well, don't touch anything.

There might be fingerprints.

You can forget fingerprints.

I'll deal with this one myself.

I don't want any strong -arm stuff,
Barry. Do you hear me?

Yes, Mum.

Just do you remember where the money for
your new wagon came from?

I'm hardly likely to forget it, am I?

Just here.

That's where it was parked.

And what time was that?

It was about quarter past... No, I tell
a lie, twenty past nine.

I'd just made a bovril.

You have to leave it to stand for a
while so it doesn't burn your mouth.

So I put it in the window sill, then I
turned and I looked out the window.

Why was that?

It cools down quicker.

I know.

Why did you look out the window?

Why? Well, because I saw the man in the
car and the man and the woman fighting.

Arguing. Howling.

Terrible it was.

What exactly did you see?

I couldn't really make out that much,
just the pair of them, I argue.

Do you know what kind of car it was?

Aye, a white one.

Is that all?

No, it was a big white one. Well,
lightish.

And you don't know the make?

No, Chief, I don't know nothing about
cars.

Was it a hatchback or an estate?

Aye.

So, you couldn't see their faces, and
you can't identify them, but it was a

lightish car.

Aye.

Thank you, Mr. Bryce.

Give the sergeant a full statement.

You be wanting the number?

Number? Aye.

The registration number.

I wrote that down.

Mr. Morris Newman, are you the keeper of
a white BMW registration number

H231TGB? That's right.

Do you mind telling us where you were
last Wednesday night?

Um... I couldn't say. Between the hours
of 9 and 11?

I really can't recall.

Were you in charge of the vehicle that
evening?

Well, no -one else drives it.

And what about the night of the 14th of
March?

I've no idea.

The 3rd, 11th, 28th of April.

Oh, this is ridiculous. There's no way I
can remember.

Well, Mr Newman, if you'd like to
accompany us to the station, there's a

more questions we'd like to ask you.

Well, er... What about the shop? I can't
leave the shop.

What's going on here?

Dan, could you hold the fort till I get
back?

There's nothing to worry about. How long
will you be?

Well, er...

We'll keep you informed, Mr Newman.

Well?

Well, what?

Has she apologised? Oh, stop pouting,
Alistair.

I've just had a call from Eden McCarg.

What, the old boy who listens in to the
police radio? The same.

He reckoned they'd lifted someone for
the Julie Smith murder.

Are you married, Mr. Newman?

Divorced. Oh, sorry, years on.

Well, about four years ago.

Any children?

A boy.

I've got a girl... I see she's a girl.
She's a grown woman now.

Well, my lad's about 13.

Difficult age.

Yes.

Well, he's a good boy, you know.

Have you had the trouble alone?

Trouble? I'm not sure I've... Well...

You see, I thought you had some memory
trouble.

My sergeant informed me you can't recall
where you were last week.

I went for a drive.

Did you drive around Newton Kirk
Station?

No,

I don't believe I did, no.

Newton Glen Park?

Subject indicates no.

I believe it was a bit nippy last
Wednesday.

I don't recall.

It's just that, see, my wife went out
that night and she said it was a bit

parky. Overcoat weather, she called it.

Listen, have you seen that bottle
before?

No.

No, I haven't.

What were you wearing on your drive?

I was wearing a cuckoo.

You're a liar.

And I'm going to beat her.

Take a couple of wades. I'll see if I
can doorstep some of you.

Hang on. You're recording.

Follow me in.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Newman's The
Jewelers. Could you help me at all?

What do you want?

Alistair Hogg, Crisis Point.

I understand the owner of the shop is
helping the police with their inquiries.

Do you happen to know Mr Newman
yourself?

He's my son, but we have nothing to say
to television.

Come, David. Please, Mr Newman. Go away.
Please leave us alone.

Go away.

Hang on. It's a bad line.

Who?

Just a minute, I'll put you through.

Yes?

I, uh... I saw you on the telly last
night.

I thought you were brilliant.

Thanks very much.

Who am I speaking to here?

I've got something for you.

A story.

What kind of story?

Well, I can't give you the details just
now. It's dynamite.

Lord, I've got to watch myself.

Can I trust you?

Well, yes, sure.

What is it?

Can I see you somewhere later?

Somewhere private?

Is it the mechanic?

Do you know who it is?

I've got to go.

Look, I'll contact you later.

What?

That's Jamie O 'Hare.

Did you know Tinder for the Clements
contract?

O 'Hare.

O 'Hare.

It was him that done her tyres in.

Right. Marjorie said we weren't to do
anything stupid.

Aye, well, she can rely on you, Eddie,
son.

Where are you going?

I'm going to cut her hair's hands out.

Barry! Nobody stays!

Barry!

Sheila, if a message comes through for
me, would you let me know straight away?

Sure thing. Thanks.

I hear the neighbours are getting a good
look over the fence.

Your mother's there and your son too.
Apparently the boy's quite upset.

And Julie Smith's mother is upset too.
Now you can save us and them a whole lot

of aggravation if you would just tell
the truth.

I cracked it, sir.

Found the remains of a coat he'd burnt
in his back garden.

An exact match in the buckle.

That's great, Michael.

Now, let's not get carried away.

If that only places him in the park,
we've got to tie him in with Julie

body. Anything else and we'll get
laughed out of court.

Morris, I've got the belt, the alumina,
and the car.

Now, why don't you come clean with me?

Oh, get him out of here!

Jackie, that guy for Julie Smith's work
looked admitted for you.

OK.

Oh, no.

Apparently Julie crushed some solid
alumina for analysis.

Came from some old power station.

Stocker only made the connection when he
checked her worksheets. Oh, he's very

apologetic.

Apologetic?

He's lucky I don't lock him up.

That's from Julie Smith's boss, sir.

The Illumina under her fingernails did
come from her work.

So, all we're left with is a buckle.

Great soul.

It's not enough, Jim.

It's not enough.

Right, sit up now.

Well,

you're a very lucky man, Mr. Newman.

You've got a bruised neck and very
little else. Now, are you sure you don't

me to give you something to calm you
down?

Well, no, no, I'm fine, I'm fine. I feel
very calm.

I just want to explain everything.

Yes, well, I'd rather you unburdened
yourself to the police, if you don't

And so they're waiting with bated
breath.

Oh, is he?

For a man who's just tried to kill
himself, he's remarkably self

Level -headed, one might say.

Yes. Is he fit enough to be interviewed?

More than that. He certainly wants to
tell you everything.

We'll see you later.

Yes, we'll see you later, Doctor.

The private consultation, sir.

You were seen arguing with a woman.

Was it Julie Smith?

No.

No, it wasn't.

If I'm to believe you, you have to tell
us who it was. I mean, was it a lover's

death? Has she married?

No.

No, not married.

No, you see, I wasn't arguing with a
woman at all. I was arguing with a man.

A young man.

Oh, Christ, what a mess. What a bloody
mess.

Look.

If what you're going to tell me
convinces us that you've nothing to do

thing, it won't get beyond these four
walls, and I'll give you my word on

His name's Brenton.

Peter Branton.

He's got long hair, a ponytail, you
know, hence the woman thing, I suppose.

We... We've been seeing each other for
about six

months. Why were you arguing?

Well, I decided to finish it.

And we had a fight, quite a loud,
violent fight.

And the last thing I saw of him, he was
walking towards the station.

I never saw the girl or anybody else.

Why did you burn the courts?

Because we'd been there by the park
where the girl had been abducted.

And I knew I'd lost the buckle there
and... I panicked.

I just wanted to destroy any links with
the place.

We're going to have to check this out.
You understand that, don't you?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Why is this place... Didn't you use it
to fix the 2CV?

We're looking for a picture of Brenton.
Have you seen him?

Who wants to know?

Please.

We were told he'd be here.

I haven't seen him in ages.

Any idea where he might be?

He could be anywhere.

Listen, if you see him, you tell him we
want to speak to him.

Sure thing.

I'm going to buy, Ken.

All we wanted was a quiet chat.

You seem to have other ideas.

So let's get this straight.

You can confirm that Morris Newman was
with you that night?

Yes.

Look, I told you all this.

Do you know what this is?

It's a rotor arm.

Look, I haven't done anything.

Innocent people don't run.

I didn't know you were the police.

Who did you think we were? The hit
squad?

If you want the truth, I thought you
were the sheriff's officers.

I owe money on the poll tax.

My student loan, the bank.

We'll plough many one from three.

Half the whole of residence has been
getting warrants.

And that's why you ran?

Yes, ma 'am.

Ma 'am.

You've nothing else to tell us?

That's it.

Any comment?

Bollocks. Lock him up.

Lock me up?

Police assault.

Withholding evidence.

Conspiracy to mislead the police. That's
worth a few months in a barrel.

I've got classes. My thesis.

My heart bleeds.

Do it.

No. No, wait.

What?

It was the train.

What about the train?

I was on the train, and I saw the woman
at the station. I think... I think I was

one of the last people to hear her life.

Hey, what do you mean, rolled it over?

I rolled it. No, no, I rolled it over.

Well, I think I... Come again?

I got the big bucket, and I rolled it
over.

I thought you'd be pleased. I told you I
would deal with your bam -paw.

He's no heart, is he? You were going to
cut his hands off.

I get a speech, Eddie.

Is he hurt?

He wasn't there.

You sure?

I chopped his door.

Chopped his door?

Did anybody see you?

No, no. I done it quite clandestine.

Clandestine?

You drove a digger onto an open site and
rolled over a caravan in broad

daylight, you stupid... Ray!

What's up with you two?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

It's a fraternal discussion.

Is there something going on here?

No.

Eddie's just done a spot of freelance
house moving.

Don't walk away from me, Barry.

Now, I'm a partner here, and if there's
something going on, I want to know about

it. There's nothing to worry about,
believe you me.

Everything's under control.

Oh, it had better be.

Because if it isn't, this might just be
your last chance.

Don't tip it back over again, buddy.

She looked a bit worried, so I held
back.

So she wouldn't think I was going to
bother.

I always feel dead guilty if I walk too
close to a woman on the pavement late at

night.

I crossed over the road.

And then I met up with Morris.

That was that.

And you saw no one else?

No one, Mr. Taggart.

When I found out what had happened to
her, I haven't been able to sleep since.

Well, that's all I know on it.

Here.

Hello?

That's your call, Alistair.

Hello?

Do you speak English?

You lost the caravan.

What?

Oh, uh, some things.

Look, can I leave my gear here for a
while?

Of course you can.

What are you doing with that video?

Just something. I've got to copy me.
Don't touch it.

You keep this safe.

Put it away somewhere, okay?

All right. I'll just put the kettle on
there. I'm sorry, Daddy. I have no time.

I'll see you later.

All right.

Hey, listen, buddy. Listen. Come here.
Come here.

Want to make a bed up for you?

Yeah, okay.

Great. Now, you don't worry.

Cheerio.

All right.

Bye -bye.

Alison, there's a message for you.

Great.

Fancy a snack?

We're sending out some smoked salmon.

No time. Use it, my darling.

Message for you.

Oh, sure.

I think you need to apply a bit of
forensic psychology.

In what sense?

Have you ever heard of psychological
profiling?

Legally? I read a paper in the modern
psychology magazine the other week.

This bloke from the university does a
psychological profile of the suspect on

the basis of the crime.

Eric Cunningham?

That's him, Professor Eric E.
Cunningham. He solved a serial rape case

Edinburgh, isn't he? Yeah, I do.

He's got a list of questions or
something? That's right.

You cross -match the answers of the
questions to that of all your suspects.

He picked the guilty man out of a list
of over 2 ,000.

I don't know. It's worth a try.

Oh, no, it is.

I wouldn't fancy trying to persuade
Taggart that it would work, though.

Cheers.

What a bit of an impasse.

Nothing in the latest note.

All the feedback from the telly
programme followed up. We've sorted

tonnes of rubbish, so there's still
nothing.

Now, this guy Cunningham... You can
contact your faith healer for all I

Take a look at that.

What is it?

The shooting in Cambuslang last night.

Oh, yeah. The guy who's in hospital.

Aye. Used to have fallen out amongst
nudes, didn't he?

Look who was the first person they seen.

Alison B.

Look at the victim's occupation.

Waste disposal contractors, so what?

I'm sorry, Jim, but you've lost me
there.

Surely Julie Smith's death had nothing
to do with her job. The other victims

all sorts of jobs.

But Smith was the first death by
shotgun.

And then somebody tried to murder this
Jamie O 'Hare last night, and who's with

him? Our television ally in the fight
against crime, Alison Payne. What the

was she doing there?

Well, the night boys took a statement,
but it's not very revealing. I'm going

interview her now.

And this O 'Hare?

Pretty bad, apparently.

I've sent Jackie up to the hospital.

Get a full report on the shooting.

I want it treated as part of the murder
inquiry.

It might be something.

It may be nothing.

I was supposed to meet him in the
factory.

I wandered round a bit. Then I heard a
shot and I ran over. The man was lying

there. It was awful.

And he didn't say anything?

No. No, he couldn't speak.

It was... Just lying, sort of gurgling
and trembling.

Not like the movies.

It's held him, is.

So, you get a phone call from a man you
don't know and you go to meet him alone.

I was on a story.

He said he had something for me.

Dynamite. That's what he said.

Did he have anything with him?

No, he didn't.

It could have been you lying there. You
know that, don't you?

I didn't consider it risky.

Risky. It was absolutely stupid.

I realise that now.

Well, maybe if you'd heeded our advice,
instead of patronising my officers, you

might be better off.

How is the man?

He's on a ventilator, sir.

Yeah, he took the full force of the
blast in his chest.

Yet he still hasn't regained
consciousness.

Now, you stay there for the moment,
Jackie. And it's vital you tell me the

minute that anything happened.

If he saw who shot him, then we're in
business, OK?

Right, bye.

I believe you took the message.

Yes.

Yes, I did.

Just go back in and have a talk.

Bye.

Excuse me, sir.

I'll need to talk to everybody.

I don't know anything.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

I get about 150 calls a day.

I didn't log the call because I gave the
message straight to Alison.

What did he say?

Alison was to meet him at the factory.

That's all I know.

And you didn't recognise his voice?

No.

No.

It was a bad line.

I could hardly hear what he said.

OK.

OK, you can go now.

But, er...

If you remember anything, let me know.

Send the next one out.

Ah, Mr Hogg.

Sit down.

Won't keep you a minute.

Any joy in the studio?

Nothing. The most unobservant bunch of
journalists I ever met in my life.

What have you got for me here?

Well, Alison Bain parked her car and
then went nosing around.

Blew her down here on some pretext?

Just like Julie Smith.

Was the car tampered with?

No. She drove up to the main street and
called an ambulance.

Whose motor's that? O 'Hare's?

Yes, sir.

We reckon he followed her down here.
Hasn't been touched.

Look at this.

Hasn't been fired in ages.

I'll have it checked out.

These are not nice people, Michael.

How's the victim?

Well, he's still unconscious, sir. He
can get nothing from the family. I don't

think they have a very high opinion of
the police.

I've left a PC there. They said he'll
get in touch as soon as anything

I hope so.

He's our only live witness.

Where did it happen?

Exactly where you're standing, sir.

The sailor was standing on the outside
fire escape and shot through a hole in

the door, not realising it was a hare
instead of Alison standing there.

I'd say you got it in one, Michael.

Sir.

What?

No, it's nothing.

I've got his home address.

Well, someone had it in for him.

The wind didn't blow it over.

Do we need a third one?

Nah, no way.

We'll get in the radio.

I want it going over inch by inch.

How's that? You all right?

Aye.

Well, what's the problem?

Well, I need some help.

I have come with a rain man.

And you've no idea what it was about?

He must have had information on the
mechanic. He watched the show the other

night.

What gives me the creeps is that he was
the only one that knew I was going down

there. Yes.

Yes, he was.

Oh,

what do you want? A bit of peace.

Oh, no, these are on me.

Two gin and tonics, please.

Who's that man with armour? I don't
know.

What the hell is he up to?

I haven't a clue.

Found a hair's book, sir.

Such as they were.

It was a one -man waste disposal
operation.

His lorry was repossessed last week.

No lorry, no business?

Correct. He was in the skids.

No sign of any fraud?

It seems he was just an honest John
caught up in debt.

The repayments in his lorry were
astronomical.

Why was he following Alice in vain?

He could have had information on the
Julie Smith murder. There was nothing

there. There was nothing on him.

Let's hope he lives long enough to tell
us what it was.

And there's no way she could have met a
waste disposal contract in the course of

her work.

I don't suppose so. We'd only know about
him if he submitted one of his

confinement notes.

What are they?

When waste is taken from A to B, the
firm that produced it sends us one of

these. A confinement note. Tells us what
it is and where it's going.

That way we can check if it's in the
right place and the right material.

And what if they don't give you the
note?

There's no way we'd know anything about
it.

Unless, of course, it turned up
somewhere it shouldn't.

Look at this map, Mr Taggart.

We're here, and the nearest treatment
plant for, say, high -level toxic waste

in Eldmere Port.

Takes a lot of diesel to drive all the
way down there and back, so the cowboys

just dump it up here and pocket the
cash.

Meanwhile, the rest of us get poisoned.

The problem is keeping the stuff out of
the water supply.

And what was Julie's role in all this?

She tested samples to determine exactly
what they were.

I want every piece of paper you've
produced in the last six months. Jackie,

over it all.

See if O 'Hare's name crops up.

But surely she wasn't killed because she
worked here.

I thought it was that lunatic who wrote
those notes.

I see you're left -handed.

Yes.

Sinister.

Plays havoc with my golf.

I'm sorry, I don't quite understand.

Just get us those files.

Constable Reid will be along to collect
them.

Yes. Yes, I will.

O 'Hare left Belfast in 1973 with his
father, sir.

I don't blame them.

His mother was killed in a bomb blast at
a bus station.

I don't know if this means anything, but
both his brother and a cousin were

interned at the time.

Membership of the IRA.

What about Jamie?

Clean as far as we know.

He's only 11 at the time.

Be on the special branch.

See if he's as frail as I.

More fan mail for you, mate.

Wouldn't he mind? They never had any
money in them.

This one's perfume.

Sir, that was a hospital on the phone.

Jamie O 'Hare died 15 minutes ago
without regaining consciousness.

Sir, another one.

Now he's telling us when he's going to
do it next.

We've got two days.

This latest escapade has made us all
look like fools.

TV girl in shotgun shock. I'm well aware
of the side effects.

We're meant to be reporting the news,
not making it. She's flaky, Martine.

flaky and we're all suffering.

Morning, Sheila.

Hi there.

It's good for ratings.

We've never had so much interest.

All right.

I just think you should give her a week
or two off to rest.

Calm down a bit.

Then what?

Oh, then her position's reaffected.

And what if I don't?

Your contract with KGTV's up for renewal
next month, yeah?

So? You're re -tendering.

Need a bit of staff stability, don't
you?

You never really got over her making it
from researcher up to presenter, did

you? Oh, let's not reduce it to that
level, please.

A bit too close to home, eh?

Just do that!

Or you'll be looking for a new anchorman
for your programme.

That's the truth, plain and simple.

Alastair, the truth is rarely plain and
never simple.

Spare me the apparitions, please. Then
spare me the threats.

If I were you, I'd think long and hard
before you asked me to choose between

and her.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Alison, could you come in for a chat?

Yeah.

Oh, great.

That's a confirmed, then.

Oh, no doubt about it.

Bye.

Yes!

What's this?

Every piece of paper we could trace in
the Environmental Health Department.

For the attention of D .C. Reid.

I don't believe this.

Right.

I want all of them gone through.

And I mean all of them.

See if there's any mention of this guy O
'Hare. And after that, I want that

cross -referenced with all previous
victims.

We've got 36 hours before this fella
strikes again.

And I don't want to be making any more
visits to the mortuary.

Yes? Oh, hello. I was wondering if I
could have a word with Mr. O 'Hare.

He's a bit upset.

I don't know... Who is it for?

Is it the police? I've nothing to do
with the police.

He really doesn't want to speak to
anyone.

Mr. O 'Hare, I was with your son the
night he was shot.

I've got nothing to say to you. Mr. O
'Hare, please.

I need to understand what all this is
about, too.

And you're sure you have nothing to do
with the police? I promise you.

Jamie O 'Hare.

What about him?

You and Eddie were arguing about him,
weren't you?

Well, we what?

Dead, Barry.

He's dead.

It was on the radio.

Only day with me.

What, Eddie?

You leave Eddie to me.

Mr O 'Hare, about Jamie... Alison, now,
listen, I'm...

I'm not a great one for overstating,
but... Now, Jamie was a fine lad.

One of the best.

I know that, because I had two Romans.

Two right rogues, they were. But do you
see how, Jamie?

There wasn't one bad fibre in that lad's
body.

Too good, we used to say.

Too good for this veil of tears, anyway.

And you've no idea what he wanted to see
me about.

You never heard him mention the
mechanic.

That's them arrived.

What?

Oh, Alison,

do you have a motor car?

Gentleman Anthony O 'Hare.

The cousin who was interned? The same.

Special branch latched onto him at the
airport.

Ah. Probably just over for the funeral.

That's what I thought.

But he was picked up in a car.

They traced the number.

Alison Bain.

Hello, Miss Bain.

You seem to have a habit of turning up
in the most unexpected places.

Same could be said of you, Inspector.

Bit of overkill, isn't it?

That's a rather unfortunate choice of
words, Declan O 'Hare.

What do you like, what?

It's just like home.

I trust you have no other plans except
to go to the funeral, Mr. O 'Hare?

Thought I might take in a couple of
shows, you know.

When are you going home?

When I've lain my cousin in the earth.

Good. That's good.

Because I don't want any freelance
activity on my patch. Anything you know,

tell me. You understand?

I've always enjoyed a constructive
relationship with the police.

Now, if you don't mind, I have
arrangements to make.

After you, Alison.

You think they know anything?

Okay,

fights.

Five assaults on women.

He disables their cars, and then he
attacks them.

Indecent assault, rape, and then he
threatens them with a shotgun.

Each crime becoming more violent than
the one before.

Five confessions.

Then he makes mistakes.

He sets up a woman, and he kills a man
instead.

No.

What? I'm sorry, but I just can't keep
it any longer.

I think you're wrong.

About what?

About him setting up a woman.

I think O 'Hare was the intended victim.

Well, if he was, we can discount the
mechanic.

Why? Oh, come on, Jackie.

You've seen this guy rapes five women in
a row. Then he decides to turn in a

man. He's a bisexual now.

Julie Smith wasn't raped.

That's what he wanted.

He only killed her because she
struggled.

He uses the shotgun to... Never mind,
Jackie.

Well, it's just that... Look at this
room.

Look at you.

All you men hunting a sex beast.

You read the papers and you believe it.

You're making the classic mistake.

You're equating rape with sex.

So what's rape about if not sex?

Depends how good you are at it.

I don't think this was ever about sex.

Don't you see? The sex is incidental.

Not to me, isn't it?

Shut up, Anderson.

The sex is incidental because rape, just
like any other sexual crime, is about

power. Pure and simple, power.

The ability to dominate those weaker
than yourself.

And I think that's the important thing
with our murderer.

He's an inadequate wee man who wants to
have power. The power to control, the...

The power to exploit and the power to
kill.

I'm looking for Chief Inspector Taggart.
Any takers?

No?

Well, try next door then, will you?

What are you actually doing?

Well, the idea is...

Not to deduce anything from a single
clue, but to look for a system of

that will lead the way to more fruitful
areas of investigation, so to speak.

It's actually quite exciting.

What's all this?

What I'm doing is I'm taking all your
information and putting it on this disc.

You know, past crimes, proximity to a
notional epicentre. That's what it's

just now.

And from that, I'll get a fair idea, not
just of what kind of person he is, but

where he lives, what his job is, maybe,
and so on.

And then I'll cross -match that with
your list of suspects.

2 ,033 of them.

Right, right. Well, I should be able to
pop up a name or two for you then.

But I'll tell you this.

Chances are that you'll get more and
more audacious.

Almost as if he wants to be caught.

Like a moth to a flame.

He's out of control.

He's goading you.

So how long before you can give us a
name?

Two or three days, maybe.

I've got 15 hours.

Well, I could provide you with a
psychological profile tomorrow.

I'll need to use the mainframe at the
university.

We'll get you a car.

You can't be serious.

It'll be more like bait than decoys.

You'll be risking their lives.

Don't you think I know that, Jean?

But it says he's going to kill again
tomorrow. What am I supposed to do?

What do you normally do?

Well, the book says flood the place with
uniforms, but this isn't normal.

But it might frighten them off.

Stop them doing it.

And then what?

We sit around and wait for him to kill
another innocent person.

An innocent person could get killed if
you set them up.

I know that.

But... I've got no choice.

Now, we've managed to get a complete
news blackout on this, and I mean to

it that way.

The priority is to capture this man, but
without injury or loss of life.

I don't want any dead heroes.

Understood? Yes.

What's the score with this psychologist
bloke, sir? Has he come up with

anything? Well, according to Professor
Cunningham, our man lives in this area.

He may have been married, but his life
has hit a turbulent patch.

He has no close friends, and he works in
the semi -skilled occupation.

What team does he support?

We know he's a left -footer from
forensic.

Don't have any names yet. Unfortunately,
time is not on our side.

Michael?

Okay, you've been split up into 12
teams, all placed with these markers

We reckon if this guy keeps the same
pattern, these are the danger car park

sites.

Now, it's one decoy, three backup, all
in instant contact with the centre here.

The call sign for subject sighted is
fire guard. Repeat, fire guard.

So you know where you're going. Good
luck.

Do you realize that this division
doesn't have a single uniformed officer

street?

Whenever you want to find a policeman,
you can't get one.

Tango 1, are you receiving me? Over.

Tango 1, nothing to report, sir.

Have your tickets ready, please.

You, tickets, please.

Thank you.

I hope you've got a ticket this time.

I've got one, thank you.

Only, it's up to me, you know.

It's okay.

The shoe and plain clothes?

Yeah, you can stay now.

You see, you let that guy go.

Thanks for your help, anyway.

No further forward?

No, not really.

Right, right.

Enough said.

Tickets, please.

Hello, dear. It's me.

I'm just ringing to say I might be a bit
late tonight.

I've got to go for a drink.

Okay. Bye.

Tango 2.

Nothing to report, sir.

Tango 5.

Quiet as a grave, sir.

Over. Okay, Michael.

Stack at it.

Over.

Nothing, sir. Nothing, yeah.

He's never struck after ten, has he?

Never another half hour.

He never... I'm sorry, Jim.

We'll have to call it off.

Overtime's ruining the budget.

Aye.

I thought you might say that.

That's why I let you snooze.

All units, Operation Car Park is now
over.

Repeat. Operation Card Part is now over.

Come on home.

Do you want a lift?

A cab in the car park.

I'm going to walk.

Oh, tempting feet.

I'm too ugly.

Oh, that's a sexist comment.

Mary Hill Police.

Can I help you? Could I speak to Mr
Taggart, please?

I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid he's away
home.

Who's this come?

It's Eric Cunningham from the
university.

It's imperative that I speak to somebody
in the mechanic investigation.

I have a name for them.

I think I know who it is.

Start driving.

Don't move a muscle.

Your place or mine?

Oh, Colin, you bastard. You utter
bastard.

I'm sorry.

It was real champagne.

Thank God I found you. I've got a name.

Why won't this start?

Russell Bryce.

Two convictions for indecent assault
eight years ago.

Lived in Newton Cove, Lowen.

Separated, no kids, a loner. Had we
interviewed him?

Aye. Two weeks since his inquiry.

His wife gave him an alibi.

She's changed her tune now, though.

Cunningham got him down to a T?

Started off just wanting to talk to
them.

Then to kiss them.

Then... They wouldn't.

They would never do what I was asking
them.

When was this, Russell?

Started about six months ago.

As long ago as that?

When I decided to stop being polite.

Polite?

To stop asking them nicely.

Decided to make them use the gun.

Make them do what I wanted.

They'll only take a telling, will they?

He knows what I'm talking about.

The first ones, they'd done what they
were told, but the woman at the station,

she wouldn't. She tried to fight me off.
She grabbed hold of the gun.

Went off.

I never meant to shoot her.

How did you choose your victims?

Victims?

Is that what you call them?

I'm the victim, me.

And every other poor sod that has to put
up with the bitches.

All right.

All right.

Calm down now.

Take a sip of tea.

So, how did you decide who to ask?

It was the letters.

The letters you sent us?

No, no. No, they... It was their cars.

I just watched them park their cars.

Nice wee cars, fast cars.

With rounded bumpers and plump wee
headlamps. With letters on the back.

They buy their cars because of the
letters on the back.

Arseholes.

That's how I chose them.

Underneath the spoiler.

Spoiler?

XR2.

GTI.

The more letters, The more they needed a
lesson.

Spoilers.

So, now what about the man, Jamie O
'Hare?

A man?

A man?

What do you think I am?

Some kind of weirdo?

Appreciate that.

Thanks, Colin.

How have they been treating you?

Fine. The Gideon's Bible's been a great
support.

Right.

Listen, I was thinking that you might
not want to go back to your own flat.

So, well, there's a spare room at mine.

I mean, no obligation, of course.

Thanks very much, Colin, but...

I think I'd like a bit more space.

Jean's offered to put me up.

Oh, hello, Colin.

Mrs Taggart.

Oh, I see.

Right, well, I'll just... I'll leave it
there.

Do you need a lift?

Oh, I arranged a police car.

Contact, say.

Yeah?

Well? Bryce.

He was telling the truth about Jamie O
'Hare, sir.

He went through his shift records.

He was on the other side of the city at
the time.

He couldn't have murdered him.

Then who did?

Have a drink.

Sir. Take a drink.

I've been thinking.

About O 'Hare's caravan.

Still don't know who turned over.

Well, somebody had her down there, and
I'm all right.

I think... I think he was murdered by
mistake.

Who do you mean?

I think Alison Bain was the target that
night.

Somebody wanted her down there to rob
her out. Well, he had just got in the

It's the only thing that fits.

Alison Bain?

Uh -huh.

That means she's still at risk.

It's landed in the bin.

What's that?

Porn. Yeah.

Uh -huh.

Alice? But why would anyone want to kill
her?

That's what we're trying to find out.

And you can't find her? Not a trace.

I'm going to need a list of all the
people who came in contact with her over

last two weeks. Anything she was working
with.

Oh, my God.

You'd better come into my office.

Rachel.

For goodness sake, get down from there.

Where's the boy? He's supposed to be
helping with the decorations.

He went upstairs.

You tell him I want it finished before I
come back.

Don't let him off.

Porn?

I don't know.

Maybe a five.

A Robocop, too.

What is a pair of you up to?

Where did the boys find it?

In a part waste bin at Newton Cook.

What do these dates and times mean?

Well, as far as I can make out, it would
relate to some sort of transport

schedule.

The point is, it's Jamie O 'Hare's
folder.

Names, addresses, what the hell's he
doing in the bin?

Well, he must have had it on him when he
was shot.

So the killer takes it and dumps it.

Was there any attempt to destroy it?

It was all intact, just lying there.

Please mind that gate.

Wait, stop it here.

Richard's Hallage.

They're a waste disposal contractors.

Any idea where that place is?

Not a clue.

But I know somebody that might.

It's a children's playground. We need
some more infill here to level it off.

It must have been, let me see, about
here he was dumping.

This is beyond belief.

What's up?

The fools.

The bloody fools.

What is it? I'll have to check back at
the lab, of course, but I'm pretty

certain that this is chrysidolite.

Chrysidolite? Blue asbestos. The most
dangerous type of the lot.

The bloody fools have been dumping blue
asbestos on a children's playground.

That's what he's going to show us in
vain.

Proof that these cowboys were dumping
waste here.

What name did you say again?

Barry, I didn't hear any news.

They're looking for whoever wrecked O
'Hare's caravan.

Aye, well, they haven't far to look,
then, have they? They might think they

killed him, too.

You ever thought of joining Mensa? I
told you to leave him alone.

Barry, I'm scared. What if you just keep
your traps shut? You'll be OK.

What the hell are you up to? Bonus
payments.

Too far.

Does Marjorie know you're taking that?

You're meant to get a chitty.

Marjorie and I have sort of dissolved
our partnership.

Wait a minute. Where the hell does that
leave me? Barry! Barry!

Get out!

Which one of you two bastards killed
Jamie?

Please, mister.

It wasn't me, honest.

It wasn't me.

Just hold on.

I seen the video.

And as far as I recall, this is a family
film.

Please, mister.

Please don't.

Oh, my God.

I've got money.

Take it.

I will.

I'm a police officer.

Drop it.

Drop it!

Lie on the floor, face down.

Now!

Spread your legs. Spread them!

You two down as well!

Now you're going to take your hands and
you're going to put them very slowly

behind your back.

Slowly!

Well done, Michael.

Aye, it's amazing what you can do with a
length of pipe.

All right.

All right.

I did put one hour in my hair.

You had the Clements contract.

Well, I found out how much he'd bid and
undercut him.

By dumping asbestos in the kids'
playground.

Well, I was going to get covered up.

Where's the herm?

Herm?

The stuff's lethal.

All right, so I'm no angel.

But that bastard spiked my new wagon's
tyres.

Eddie.

He done the guy's caravan out.

I didn't even know he'd done it.

He thought it would please me.

Do you know he made a video of you
dumping that stuff?

No.

No, I didn't.

We think he was going to expose you on
TV and then he could show.

Listen, I admit.

All right, I admit I was going to put
her hair in jeopardy.

But just the frighteners like.

I mean, there's no way I'd go to the
length of shooters.

I'm no that stupid.

And what about your brother?

Oh, aye.

He's that stupid, all right.

But he didn't dare.

I'd swear to it in the Bible.

You might have to.

You. Just how long are you going to keep
me here?

You're lucky you're not in Cottonvale by
now. You're here in protective custody.

I don't feel very protected.

It's a damn sight safer than the
industrial estate where Jamie O 'Hare

Don't you realise?

It was you they were after that night,
not him.

He died in your place.

I don't believe it. I just don't.

We've been through everything I was
working on. I've no enemies.

Why would anyone want to kill me?

Well... Let's start all over again and
see if we can come up with any

suggestions, eh?

I've been up all night.

It's light outside.

I'm leaving.

And unless you want to charge me,
there's not a thing you can do about it.

Good morning.

Hey.

You get the full story from the cousin?

Yeah. All tied up.

He bought a Kalashnikov from a bloke in
a pub.

No name.

Apparently the going rate's 600 quid.

Anyway, he seems quite grateful that we
stopped him.

Family owner being preserved and he
didn't have to top it anymore.

So he gets four years instead of life.

Okay.

You pack up and go home.

I'll hang on with you, sir.

You're joking.

I'm off due.

I don't think so, sir.

Alistair Hogg's been shot.

I left him at about half six.

He's still to do a bit of work, I think.

Did you ever quarrel with him?

Oh, what is this?

I'm a director.

He's a presenter.

Of course I quarrel with him.

He wasn't the easiest man in the world
to get on with.

So you had enemies.

There's enemies and enemies.

I certainly know of no reason that
anyone would want to do that to him.

I understand that he was having an
affair with Alison Bain.

You're barking up the wrong tree,
Inspector.

She's not capable of this.

I know that.

She was in my custody at the time. What
about Martine?

I was in the pub with Martine all last
night.

Ask her!

I have asked her.

You've given each other a watertight
alibi.

I don't like the sound of that.

It's just one other thing.

Martine told me she saw Alistair
speaking with a stranger in the pub.

A tall guy in a dark overcoat.

Any idea who that might be?

No.

No. None at all.

But what on earth did the two of them
have in common?

Alison Bain.

She's like a spider in the middle of a
web.

Everywhere we go, she turns up.

Isn't that right, Michael?

Michael!

Sorry,

sir. You're excused.

I'm just saying that this Bain woman is
at the centre of everything. Isn't that

right? Yeah.

Can't help feeling if we find out why
someone would lure Alistair out like

on the phone.

Alistair. What?

Lure Alistair. Not Alistair. You said
Alistair.

Alistair. Alistair.

I need my bed.

Alistair.

What?

It was Alistair the murderer wanted.

Not Alistair.

If you're right, Jim, this turns
everything upside down.

If the killer wanted Alistair, maybe it
was something he was working on.

It explains why the stuff that Jamie had
on him was abandoned.

If you think about it, the killer wasn't
interested in clandestine dumping.

It was something that Alistair had that
he wanted.

Let's go and find out what he was
working on.

Excuse me.

I'm told you're involved in the Alistair
Hogg murder investigation.

This was unusual.

It was the afternoon that I took the
message.

Alistair called that number and then he
went rushing off.

Ludwigsburg, 6100.

Yeah.

Call that for me.

Where's Ludwigsburg?

We used to call it West Germany, just
outside Stuttgart.

I thought you were in sick leave.

I get sick of leaving.

They're on the line.

Hello.

Do you speak English, please?

Do you mind? I'll take it.

Feeling dank.

I feel the hurt.

So what is her?

And who might you be?

My name's Tom Harrison. I'm a private
investigator.

I've been doing a bit of research for
Alistair.

I think I know who killed him.

And, uh, Mum turned to me and she said,
Morris, you said...

Your father is not the best cook in the
world, but his matzo balls certainly put

a smile on that seagull's face.

Mum, Dad, here's to another 40 years of
happiness.

To Rachel and Albert.

Rachel and Albert.

Thank you, Morris.

And now, a surprise.

I've got a very special present for you,
Rachel.

I've carried this stone for 40 years,
waiting for this moment.

Hello, Mr.

Newman. I wonder if you could help me. I
found a piece of paper with your

address on it.

For the last time, Miss Bain, will you
get out of my way? Good.

God, isn't it outrageous?

It's my parents' wedding anniversary.

I'm sorry, Mr. Newman.

It's not you I've come to talk to. It's
your father.

What?

Ah, the police.

I thought you'd be here.

I must just say goodbye to my guests,
then I'll be right with you.

My friends, I'm afraid I'll have to
leave the party a little prematurely.

But don't let this stop the festivities.

Some gentlemen wish to speak to me.

Goodbye,

my dear.

I love you very much.

Where did it happen?

You just want to ask me a question.

I'll be right back.

the jeweler.

Der Juwelier des Kommandantens.

Jeweler to the Nazis.

I melted the gold taken from... from...

gold.

And I cut up the jewels.

They brought the jewels with them, you
see.

It was all they had.

All that was left, it was a small cog in
a big wheel.

Three years at Majdanek, I survived.

And 600 ,000 didn't.

Do you know what it does to a man to
survive on the teeth and jewels of

When the Russians came, I bought my way
out of camp, the POW camp.

I said I'd spent the war years in a
cellar.

And when I got to Britain, somehow the
lie still

persisted.

I met my wife, and for 40 years I've
been waiting for that knock on the door.

Ah, the journalist.

He knew.

He was on my trail in Ludwigsburg, the
war crime center.

But you're not a war criminal, Mr.
Newman.

I lived a lie for 40 years of my
reputation.

He said it would be a big story.

He said he would tell before the
anniversary.

I couldn't let him do that.

So I arranged to meet him, and I shot
him.

But it was the wrong man.

Why did the wrong man come?

Why?

I'm just a jeweler. I'm not a bad man.

Tell David I'm not a bad man.

If I know the city like a lover, dude, I
bet it's hard to

love another.

This is no meantime.

No means today.

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