All language subtitles for Taggart s09e01 Death Benefits 1.eng

I suppose for tea.

You're not going to tell me that's for
real, Jim.

Sorry, Hirst.

I haven't noticed you've taken eyes off
the screen.

I'm waiting for the news.

Not to catch up on a lot of paperwork.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

What's the problem? Art galleries.
Possible breakdown.

Do you know what's happening?

Sergeant Fraser, acknowledge, please.
Over.

You. You take the north wing. You take
the fire escape at the east side.

Sergeant Fraser, acknowledge, please.
Over.

Take over.

Julia, I'll take you home.

Okay, thanks.

I'm off home.

Good night to you, Jim.

See you the next time.

Get some football on there.

Otherwise I might have to choose my
local.

Good night, Les.

Where the hell have you been?

Problems with the radio.

You're the only officer that knows the
plans and layout for the alarm.

You don't have to do a really systematic
search, even if it's a false alarm.

There's no shortcuts.

All units, commence systematic search of
the building.

We're now in the rear car park.

No.

Repeat, all units, commence systematic
search of the building.

President of Jardim.

I'm in the rear car park. What do you
want me to do?

Do whatever you think is necessary,
John. Go on.

Okay.

I'm going to try the rear fire escape.

Over and out.

PP Jameson, meet Martin on the first
floor.

Don't forget the toilets and the
stairway landing.

Fraser, Charlie.

I'm on the fire escape.

In the rear car park.

Covering the roof.

Over.

The transmission's breaking up, Fraser.

Sorry.

I'm picking up a lot of static.

Au revoir.

What are you doing here?

You get that.

They're clean away.

We had the place covered.

At least they left empty -handed.

You try tail not to tiger.

None of the collection has been stolen,
sir.

The director's been informed and is on
her way.

Sergeant Fraser, did you receive my last
message? Over.

Sergeant Fraser.

Was she sexually assaulted?

No, no.

I wouldn't think so.

You'll have to wait for the post
-mortem, Jim.

I can't wait that long.

Out, out, come on, out the road, you.
Get out, come on.

Leave the boy alone.

You all.

How's he taking it?

Oh, he'll get by.

But I want him kept available.

Available? For further questioning.

I've arranged for him to have
compassionate leave.

It's just a few days, sir.

Well, his memory's still fresh.

Is this really necessary?

Surely a statement.

Oh, I'll see what I can do.

Oh, by the way, the Chief Constable's
given permission for the gallery break

to be handled by the Manchester Regional
Crime Squad.

Manchester? At their request. Apparently
they had a spate of similar outliers.

I don't understand.

Why would anyone want to kill her?

I don't understand.

Did Julia have many friends?

Yeah, a few.

When I was home, she spent her time with
me.

She was from New Zealand, wasn't she?

I met her when I was out there on
exercise.

Exercise? Yeah.

I was in the paras.

Paratroopers before I joined the force.

I moved around a lot.

I put down our first real roots in
Glasgow.

You must have had somebody.

I mean, somebody to talk to.

Yeah, yeah.

Cindy. Here.

Lives just up the road.

Separated from her husband.

Cindy McKendrick?

Yeah.

What, you know her?

Aye. Aye, I know her all right.

They go... They go country dancing
sometime.

Scottish country dancing?

Julie,

I thought I'd like it.

See when you get back to the house?

Is the front door open?

No, I was locked. I had to use my key.

There was no sign of a break -in. Can
you explain that?

Well, I haven't really thought about it,
you know.

Julia wouldn't have left the door
unlocked.

No.

She's really particular about things
like that.

Well, either Julia let the killer in, or
he had a key.

Don't we?

It's impossible.

She lost her keys about a couple of
weeks ago.

Did she find them?

She did. She didn't mention it.

I just thought she heard them.

If she hadn't, I'd have changed the
logs, wouldn't I?

Wouldn't I?

This will not do much to enhance the
gallery's reputation.

I can't explain how the intruders
managed to escape.

No, neither can I.

My men were here within minutes.

We have a set procedure.

Fortunately, your crime prevention
officer advised as well.

Ah, yes.

Sergeant Fraser.

The security system he suggested
obviously did its job.

Yes.

You may be unaware of this, ma 'am, but
Sergeant Fraser's wife was found

murdered this morning.

No, no, no.

Stop.

What have we talked about?

We've talked about backs, we've talked
about tummies, and we've talked about

arms.

Watch.

Music.

I don't know how good you are.

Whose fault is that?

You shouldn't have neglected me for such
a long time, Alex.

Are you finished, then?

What?

Oh, um, isn't Julia Fraser?

Don't tell me there's another murder.

No, no, no, no, no. It's Isabel Spicer.
She fell or jumped in front of an

intercity train on its way to Carlisle.

We should adopt the French system. Keep
the people off the platform until the

trains pass.

That's the only way.

Anything yet?

Well, there's no evidence of any sexual
attack.

No trace of any semen.

In fact, I'd say there's no sexual
intercourse over the last 48 hours.

You think she knew her attacker?

It's possible.

Slight bruising on the hand suggests
token resistance.

When can we have the report?

I've got to do enzyme tests, serological
tests. I got told... As soon as you

can.

Hello. What do you fancy?

How about bacon and eggs? It's a while
since I've had a good fryer.

Alex, you should be more health
conscious.

Anyway, that sort of stuff's very bad
for your libido.

You think I have a problem?

I think there's room for improvement.

Anyway, how was your trip to Dublin?

Did you send a postcard?

Or flowers?

Flowers would have been nice.

I don't know what to do with myself.

Yeah, we need a photograph of the body.
I can't go home. Do you have any

relatives that live nearby?

I'm just passing on the message.

C .I .D.

That's for you.

Recruit Chillo with just a hint of
brandy.

How's that, Ben?

You're all extinct.

Come on.

Let's give them fresh air.

Who's that?

Just business.

What business?

I thought you were still into restoring
paintings.

Did I tell you that?

Ah, another tall story.

I get bored easily.

I find I have to move on to other
things.

Any customers?

Not as yet.

And good morning to you.

Can you change the Anderson appointment
to sometime next week?

Make it p .m.? They won't be pleased.

Make some excuse.

The wholesalers won't release that order
unless we pay the full amount.

Tell them we're still waiting for the
subcontractors' estimates or something.

Use your imagination.

I'm running out of excuses.

I'm just going to head for a minute.

Follow up on some of those inquiries,
will you?

You wouldn't like to sign some of these
checks, would you?

So, to what do we owe this pleasure?

Well, I just promised to drop off an
autopsy report.

Reduced you to messenger boy now, have
you?

Actually... Yes?

Do you fancy going for a drink tonight?

Oh, no, no, I can't. Why not?

What, John Fraser?

Yeah. No, he was a friend of yours.

No, he's not.

You shouldn't get personally involved,
you know.

Look, he's a colleague.

He'd support at a time like this. Is
that what you call it?

Do you think I care for your attitude?

There's nothing much to tell.

We're good friends.

She was kind.

Shy.

She didn't have an enemy in the world,
as far as I know.

There was no sexual assault.

No robbery.

No signs of forced entry.

I've got no idea.

Where was she last night?

She come over to the house.

She didn't like being on her own when
John was on duty.

Talked. What about?

I cannae remember.

Women's things.

She was in a good mood, Jim.

Happy.

When did she leave?

About ten, maybe half ten.

Did she say she was meeting anyone?

No.

You sure about that? Yeah, I'm sure.

Cindy?

I don't know how to tell you this, but
Bob's in the outside yard.

Bob?

What do you mean?

He can't be.

Oh, please, Jim.

I don't want to see him.

Michael, take her home.

Through the front door.

Was McKendrick your husband?

Was. Is.

We've been separated for about four
years.

I can break it down into hours and
minutes, if you like.

I only knew him vaguely. He was attached
to a different station when I joined.

Yeah, but I'm sure you wouldn't have
forgotten the scandal.

Would you?

Jim.

Bob here is in charge of the team from
Manchester dealing with the gallery

break. We've been close on the heels of
this little firm for some time.

You weren't very close last night.

You two must have a great deal to talk
about.

How's Gene?

Fine.

He's fine.

Do you see Cindy these days?

Occasionally.

And how are the kids?

I doubt if they remember you anymore.

But they're okay.

As far as I know.

As far as you know.

I thought being their godfather, Jim,
you had a Christian responsibility to

an eye on them.

Oh, you know how these things slip by.

Thanks.

For what?

For my company.

Have they found you somewhere to stay
tonight? Yeah, single men's quarters.

It's just something else I'll have to
get used to.

Has Tiger, has he said anything?

What about the case?

No.

I mean, he has his own way of working, I
mean, you know that.

Suspender belts and the like. I'm trying
to read.

I mean, would it be the sort of thing a
woman would secretly get dressed up in?

Hide the fact from her husband.

You mean a fantasy?

Aye.

How would I know?

Aye, how would you know?

You know what I saw today?

You are determined not to let me finish
this chapter.

What about McKendrick?

I thought he was... He's up here in a
case.

We haven't seen him for about three
years. Four.

You must ask him home for a meal.

I don't think that's very wise.

Why not?

I don't like the mind.

We were friends, for heaven's sake.

Well, the water has passed under the
bridge to stay.

I like him.

That business, I can't believe it was
all his fault.

I want to go to sleep, Jean.

Well, I want to finish this chapter.

I can't sleep with the light on.

Dear God.

Jim, what did you mean with the spender
belt and the light?

Oh, it's nothing.

I want to know.

Go to sleep, woman.

I'll never understand you, Jim Taggart.

Never.

Somebody must have seen something or
heard something.

No.

Not a rumour?

Not a thing.

There's got to be a boyfriend.

Well, if there was, John Fraser didn't
know. I wonder.

Where is he?

He's in with welfare, sir.

I want you to stick with him.

See if you can get him to open up about
Julia.

You mean spy on him?

Is that a problem?

No.

You could be putting her in an
embarrassing position.

I'm handling a murder inquiry, Michael.

It was stolen from the car park at the
rear of the art gallery last night, sir.

It couldn't have been driven very far.

Well, Ray's have it towed in and
fingerprinted.

When you contact the owner, see if he
remembers what the mileage was.

Yes, sir.

What about McKendry?

He was transferred from a led sexual
assault promotion party, wasn't he?

He'd won too many.

The policewoman was stone cold sober.

Could hardly see any of it.

You sound as though you're sticking up
for him.

I did at the time.

The discipline board gave him the
benefit of the doubt.

And Cindy wasn't so benevolent.

Oh, no, she wasn't.

She threw him out.

Refused to let him speak to the kids
again. That was four years ago.

I don't think this pulled him since.

About half.

I mean, not letting him see the kids.

Well, it wasn't Bob's first
indiscretion.

She was married very young.

Ironic you should turn up now.

Cindy being Julia's friend, isn't it?

Aye.

Michael, you don't wear fancy knickers
to go to Highland Dancing, do you?

That's an interesting thought, sir.

I want that place thoroughly searched.

Anything that'll give us a clue to
Julia's background.

Any trouble?

Not yet.

But I think we should move on.

I want those pictures.

For a fifth of what you get for a Renoir
Ramonet. Why bother? Why take the risk?

We don't have a ready buyer for Renoirs
Ramonet, but I do have a buyer for some

of the Bellany.

That's the difference.

We hang around here too long and they'll
be on to us.

Fine. You get down to London. Tell our
man he'll have these pictures.

Soon.

Round up some local talent. Don't say
why or when.

I'll be in touch.

You worry too much.

Trust me.

Yeah.

I suppose that's what I'm trying to say.

John, you're not going to feel well.
Don't give me a time will heal trap.

Eh?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Tell me about it.

Why?

Because I'm interested.

The last 18 months were terrific.

Things had never been better.

Before that?

Julia... Julia couldn't have any kids.

She thought that was some kind of
failure.

It wasn't that important.

She started taking Valium.

I didn't know about that.

Things got better for a while.

I really thought she was getting over
it.

She started to ease up in the pills.

You've still got hair. Yeah, okay,
but... We cracked her.

The two of us, we cracked her.

For what?

You want to come up, help the boys carry
this gear.

Sir.

We found it hidden.

It was the back of this drawer.

Must be 20 names here.

Anyone we know?

No one that's come up and inquired us so
far.

We've just scribbled in a hurry.

I thought you should only keep it up to
date.

We're killed.

Marco, you should watch your back.

I could be somebody with a grudge and a
long knife.

I'm a man of the people, Mr. Taggart.
Don't you know everybody loves me?

That's not what I've heard.

Well, when you're in a business like
mine, son, the law of averages says

going to make a few enemies.

What are you doing in a place like this?

Having interest in some of the acts.

What kind of interest?

It's called business diversification.

I'll bet it is.

Victor? On me.

Where's your boss?

Tony!

How can I help you?

Well, we can start with your name.

Tony.

Tony McMillan.

Do you know a woman called Julia Fraser?

Sorry?

She might have been a customer of yours.

We found your card amongst her
possessions.

We don't cater for women.

Have you tried the tea shop on the high
street? Don't be clever with me, son.

Do you know that face?

Oh, you mean Gina?

Gina De Silva. She's one of my girls.

What do you mean, one of your girls?

A stripper.

A repper?

Aye. She'd have a good wee number.

A bit nervous, perhaps, but the
customers like it. Well, she's doing a

number at the moment, down at the city
morgue.

Aye.

Somebody knocked hell out of here with
an iron bar.

Did Julia... Gina have a boyfriend?

No.

Not that I know of.

Simon.

These gentlemen are police.

How are they?

They want to know about Gina.

Gina? No, I don't know her personally.

You should ask Michelle, my partner. She
knows everybody.

Come on, I'll show you.

You've been here long, sonny. Part
-time, I'm a student.

Who's Billy?

Fizzy.

Come on,

Sandy, you're going to be a near idea.

Don't I know you from somewhere, Sandy?

You don't understand, do you?

I was bored.

Bored of staying at home looking after
two kids.

I enjoy it, Jim.

It's the first adventurous thing I've
ever done since I got married.

I was 19.

You were there. Do you remember?

And Julia?

Did she enjoy doing it?

Yeah, sure she did.

She wanted to have a good time without
getting involved or being unfaithful.

I suppose you introduced her to all
this.

Look, it was her choice, OK?

Did Julia have a date with anyone the
night she was murdered?

Not that I know of.

Oh, Indy, whatever promises you made to
Julia, they don't count anymore.

Can you understand that? Look, I was
protecting a friend.

Protecting a friend?

You're protecting a killer.

Julia used me as an alibi.

She would say to John we were out
country dancing or going to the pictures

something.

Oh, God.

How long has this been going on?

Four or five months.

Did she go home with anyone that night?

She left with Terry.

Terry? The boy that works the lights and
music.

He must have passed them when you came
in.

Look.

He's harmless.

He was infatuated with her. That's all
can a schoolboy crush.

I disgust you.

Don't I?

No.

I'm ashamed of myself.

I had the responsibility to keep an eye
on you and the kids.

who I am, Terry.

I was here near a friend of Julia's.

She had feelings for some of those flags
on there.

Andy, you drove her home that night.

Look, Terry, do you want us to catch a
killer or not?

Terry here hasn't been very cooperative,
sir.

Your lads slipped up.

How slipped up?

Oh, this was stolen from the car park
behind the gallery the night of the

-in. Used as a getaway.

The car park was covered.

Who was covering it?

Sergeant Fraser.

Fraser?

Now, there's the coincidence.

Did you love her, Terry?

Yes, I did.

But she didn't love you.

I didn't hurt her.

I dropped her off at the house, nothing
more.

I swear.

You were never inside Julia's house?

No. The truth, I didn't go in the house.

Tell us about the others, Terry.

Others like yourself, who you may have
teased a little.

Someone who maybe came on a bit strong.

He and Julia used to talk a lot.

Sometimes they left the club together.

When I was busy, I couldn't take her
home.

Who are we talking about here? I don't
know his name.

You're, uh... You're not trying to give
him the runaround, are you, Terry?

Julie, I've heard he does kitchens.

Has a shop somewhere in the city centre.

Drives a Jaguar.

I'd like a Jaguar.

Nice car.

Any development?

No, of course not, suspect.

Can I see him?

No, I'm sorry.

Oh, shit.

I said no.

Let him be.

The person I'm holding at the moment is
a suspect.

He may or may not have been the last one
to see Julia alive, but he's just a

suspect at this stage.

Understand?

Treat me like I'm a suspect.

Sit down.

Do you want to assist in this inquiry?

What are you saying? Of course.

Right.

Do you know any names on that list? Do
you recognise anybody?

No.

It was found in Julia's diary.

She led in the keeper diary.

There seems to be a lot of things you
didn't know about your wife, Sergeant

Fraser. What do you mean? Well, you told
me her hobby was country dancing.

Yeah, that's right.

This may come as a bit of a shock to
you.

She was a part -time stripper in a club.

It's ridiculous.

Not ridiculous.

It's just some kind of sick joke.

It doesn't give me any pleasure to tell
you this. You're making this up, aren't

you?

Honey, you're making this up. You
haven't got a bloody clue what's going

You're just making this up. Shut down.
You're a liar, Tiger.

You're a bloody liar.

Ah, scotch, please.

Hey,

that seemed to be getting very far in
this, didn't it? I just like to be on my

own, OK?

Do you want a drink?

No, I don't want a drink.

Now, if I was the detective working on
this case, I'd be looking for someone

closer to home.

Who may you be?

I might be a material witness.

Material witness?

What is this?

It's my dilemma.

You see, I can't decide whether I should
be a witness for the prosecution or a

witness for the defense.

What are you talking about?

We're talking about murder, Daniel
Prater.

I don't know who you are.

At this particular moment in time, I
don't really give a damn.

Oh, I think you do.

Well,

I suggest you take whatever information
you have along to your nearest police

station. Again, you see, that puts me in
a dilemma.

I'd be obliged to tell him that I saw
you steal a car.

and drive away from the art gallery
shortly before your wife's murder.

You understand my difficulty.

I suppose it's a way out of this
difficulty that you find yourself in.

To our mutual satisfaction.

I'll be in touch, Sergeant Fraser.

Flip tight.

Could I speak to Isabel Spicer, please?

Hello?

Isabel is dead.

Dead?

Who is this?

It's Detective Constable Reid from
Maryhill.

I'm terribly sorry about this. Could you
tell me when she died?

If you're a policewoman, then you should
know.

My daughter.

Cell in front of a train.

Mrs. Spicer, I'm sorry to have bothered
you.

Please forgive me.

Uh, what can I do for you, officer?

Hi, uh, do you want a Jaguar
registration number D6?

Um, if it's about the non -payment of
that speeding ticket, I can explain.

Listen, do you mind if I come in, Mr,
uh... Uh, Donaldson. No, come in.

Very nice.

Uh, yes.

I was wondering when you were going to
get round to me.

How are we doing with that list?

I only managed to get hold of one last
night, sir.

Mrs Spicer, Isabel's mum.

Come on.

Hello?

Hello? Isabel Spicer, the girl who fell
under the train?

Michael saw her yesterday at the morgue.

Hello, Mr Cummings, please.

Sir, that friend of Julia's that Terry
mentioned, his name's George Donaldson.

He was at the club the night of the
murder.

Why didn't you bring him in?

Oh, I didn't want to keep him in
overnight.

I knew at home, so... Bring him in.

You're not going to believe this, is
there?

Greg Cummings was found dead last night.

The body was brought in last night. He
was doing some emergency repairs for a

customer who's going on holiday today.
Or was going.

An accident?

It's got all the hallmarks.

Car insecure, tumbled off the jack,
which probably ruptured a fuel tank. And

with an oxyethylene torch lying about,
he probably didn't stand much of a

chance.

This is Bill Spicer.

The woman that fell on the railway
tracks.

Another accident?

Probably.

Well, according to those two guys, Greg
Cummings was in his early 20s, he worked

on his own, had a flat up the West End.

Married? No, he was separated a few
months ago. Her name's Sonia.

Two accidental deaths in three days.

That's some coincidence, Jackie.
Crawford!

I want both the cases treated as
suspicious deaths.

Don't disappear off the face of the
earth, okay?

Gentlemen.

Potential.

Possibilities.

Problems. Carpet is filthy.

It's replacement. It'll have to be
included in the price.

Whole place needs repainted, top to
bottom.

And blinds. We need nice blinds all the
way around.

And they'll be in the price.

So, if that's all agreed, gentlemen,
I'll be happy to start next week.

I, uh, I didn't know that well,
honestly.

How well?

Took her out for dinner once or twice.
That was a while back.

I didn't know she was married until I
read it in the paper.

Are you married, Mr Donaldson?

I'm divorced.

Well, I'm separated, actually.

I see here that you have a cash flow
problem.

Unpaid traffic fines, court orders. It's
a temporary situation, I can assure

you. Do you ever have sex with Julia?

I know this is going to sound silly, but
she wasn't that kind of girl.

What kind of girl was she?

She was good company. She was
intelligent.

I liked her a lot.

What time did you leave the Celt the
night she was murdered?

About midnight.

Could anybody verify that?

Mr Cellini.

Marco Cellini?

I designed a kitchen for him.

It had some sort of minor electrical
fault and I just went and fixed it.

That's looking very nice today.

He's brushed his hair and everything.

Why don't we meet at the People's Palace
in, say, half an hour?

Hi. I don't know, Alex. It's modern art.
Was anybody seeing it?

You must learn to appreciate the future
classics, Christine.

You may never get a chance to see this
again.

Why anyone would want to try and steal
one of these monstrosities is quite

beyond me. Steal?

There was a break -in the night before
you arrived. It was in the papers.

Ah, yeah, I seem to remember something.

I thought paintings were your business.

Yes, they are.

Sorry to have to put you through that,
Mrs Cummings.

I couldn't look at his face.

The signet ringer recognised the bottle
and we got engaged.

Oh, call me Sonia, please.

Abandoned that name a long time ago.

You look as though you could do with
some fresh air.

So do you.

Was there any chance of you and Greg
getting together again?

Hardly. He gambled a lot, and I'm a bit
extravagant.

It wasn't an ideal recipe for a
successful and harmonious partnership.

My mum says it was a marriage made in a
pawn shop.

Did he have any financial problems, or
business -wise?

The banks weren't random anymore.

I think he borrowed heavily from a loan
shark.

A loan shark?

Some Italian guy.

He was desperate.

I thought we were spending the day
together.

I cancelled a date, Alex!

A date?

I thought I was the only man in your
life.

Then you thought wrong.

Alex.

I love you.

Please, don't treat me like this.

I have things to sort out.

No, a few hours.

You promise?

You think you can twist me round your
little finger, don't you?

That's part of the attraction, isn't it?

Don't flatter yourself.

Something of interest, sir?

Jess Nathan, one of the names on Julia's
list.

I couldn't trace her at first.

Her telephone has been disconnected.

When? She died as a result of a drowning
accident three months ago.

An accident?

Yeah. She was living with her boyfriend
at the time.

They were renovating a boat in the
canal.

Have you spoken to the boyfriend?

Yes. Do you want me to follow up?

No. Leave it with me.

Wait.

What's this?

A minister?

Eh, Peter Armstrong, Church of Scotland.

What's the connection between a stripper
and a minister of the church?

Interesting thought, sir.

You'd better get to hospital.

It's nothing.

I've had worse.

You're a daft wee boy.

I'm no wee boy.

If I was you, I'd disappear for a while.

I'm not afraid of Gilliany.

Listen, Terry, there are things you
don't know. He murdered Gilliany.

How many of you are around saying things
like that if I were you?

Oh, God.

You didn't tell the police that, did
you? Of course I didn't.

I didn't tell them anything.

You've got to listen to me, Terry.

Pack your bags and disappear.

Please, for your own safety.

Cummings borrowed from a loan shark.

Do we know who?

An Italian guy.

Doesn't take much working out, does it?

Cummings received an anonymous phone
call from a woman the night before he

pleading with him to get into hiding.

Did she say why?

Someone was out to do him harm.

What do you want?

The, um, felony collection.

You advised on the security system, I
believe. There's no way I can help you.

The gallery security system, that's a
private company.

After your pathetic attempt the other
night, they've probably changed the

system. The exhibition comes to an end
on Sunday.

Once the collection is in transit to New
York, I have little chance of getting

the pictures I want.

And I only want a few.

Unless I have prior knowledge of the
arrangements. Nobody is going to give me

that kind of information.

You think about it.

You're known by the gallery staff, and
you can get access to any part of the

building without question.

Look, I give you my word.

You cooperate, and our little secret
about your wife's demise will be quite

safe.

Mr. Taggart.

Sergeant Jardin.

What a pleasure.

A few words, Marco?

Always willing to cooperate, Mr. Tiger.
You know that.

Greg Cummings.

Oh, the car mechanic.

You loaned him a large sum of money to
pay off his debts.

That's a few months ago.

You know, he had an accident last night.

Accident? Yeah.

Burned to death when the van he was
working on fell on top of him.

Hope you're not suggesting I had
anything to do with it. It's crossed my

several times.

Cummings fell behind in his payments.

It's no secret I had to duff him up a
wee bit. Nothing personal, you

Just a warning.

What do you mean, just a wee bit?

No need for any hard stuff.

The boy understood the position he'd got
himself in, came up with the money at

the 11th hour.

He paid up.

In cash, full amount.

I don't believe you. Well, it's not in
my interest to lie.

You know this girl?

Sure. She's a stripper at the kilt.

She was murdered a few nights ago.

You think I'm responsible for every
crime in this town? A good percentage.

Every night this week, I've been with my
solicitor, working out a deal for

taking over a casino.

Very convenient.

There is no profit in violence, Mr.
Taggart. If I can avoid it, I can.

Past is past.

I'm trying hard to live down a
reputation I never deserved.

You fancy a peach melba before you go?

Ah,

I've been expecting you.

Oh, yeah?

And what do you think of our church?

I like the music.

Yes, they're called the Rock of Ages.

Very appropriate, don't you think, for a
church charity show?

Yes. The original building dates back to
the mid -15th century. The bells were

cast by Hamish McBride of Perth in 1687.

As you can see, the clock stopped just
now.

Unfortunately, the actual bell tower and
wooden structure holding the bells is

unsafe.

Woodworm and rot have taken their toll,
I'm afraid.

That's interesting.

The records that are laid to the bells
are kept over in the manse. I think for

the cross purposes, Mr Armstrong.

Hello.

Yes.

Wonderful.

I don't know what to say. I'm really
flattered.

Certainly.

Now?

Yes. Yes.

All right.

I'm sorry. I was expecting a press
photographer.

I'm writing an article on the history of
the Bells in the local newspaper.

A very attractive young lady.

And you have no idea how she came to
have your telephone number? Complete

mystery. Ah, Patricia, my wife. We spoke
on the telephone. Yes.

This young woman's been murdered.

Dreadful business.

I read about it in the newspaper.

She had our telephone number in her
diary.

How extraordinary. She didn't attend
your church or seek advice?

No, positive. I would have remembered.

Such a pretty face.

Well, if you do remember... I shall be
on the telephone immediately.

Thank you.

I wish you success with your appeal.

Thanks.

By the way, have you ever been to a club
called Le Kilt?

No, I don't think so.

What kind of club is it?

It's a kind of strip club.

Mr. Donaldson has something to tell us.

I didn't tell you the truth about Julia.

And I knew you were going to find out
sooner or later.

And what would we find out sooner or
later, Mr. Donaldson?

I was having an affair with her.

You look as if you've had a busy day.

Yep.

I thought it might rain earlier on. The
weather forecast wasn't that good.

No.

Brightened up.

You want some more wine?

Hesitant.

That's the only way I can describe it.

I mean, it never really got any further
than holding hands and a few kisses. I

know it's difficult for you to
understand that.

You never made love to her? No.

And you've never been to her house?
Never.

Is there anything else you want to tell
us?

I've told you everything that I know.

You haven't told us anything we don't
know already. Look, I've got a few

on my mind at the moment, and I just
wanted to get this off my chest.

If you want peace of mind, why don't you
go to a priest, pal?

Make a confession.

I'm not in the business of saving souls.
All I want is hard facts to solve this

murder so nobody else gets killed.

You've wasted our time.

Get him out of here.

Did you know that senile myocardial
degeneration is a condition not always

accepted by pathologists?

No, I didn't.

My own theory is that they die of broken
heart, as opposed to the event of

wearing out of the organ.

Listen, I'm sorry about my behavior the
other day. It was rather childish of me.

Yeah, it was.

So am I forgiven?

Well, you must understand that John
Fraser is a colleague... Can we just

the subject completely?

See? There you go again.

You don't care about anybody else's
feelings.

I mean, maybe you've spent so much time
with the dead that you've divorced

yourself from the emotions of the
living. Perhaps you don't realise when

been taken for a ride.

Do you want me to sleep in the other
room?

You can be so irritating sometimes.

Jean, I've got a lot on my mind.

Well, why can't you just switch off?

Why do you have to bring it all home?

It would make a welcome change if we
could talk about something other than

police force once in a while.

There's a big world out there, Jim. It
would be nice if you could be part of it

sometimes. The station is buzzing with
rumours.

Rumours?

Unfaithful wives.

Unfaithful wives?

Aye.

Well, some men ask for it, don't they?

I'll come back to you on that one.

Danny!

That priest woman's been on the phone
again.

Let her wait.

Shall we phone back again?

Who cares?

We don't want to be in their bad boots,
do we? All right.

I'll phone when I get back. See you
later.

See you.

And that's as far as we've got.

Is it worth releasing all the names of
the people we haven't been able to

contact yet to the press?

Leave the press out of it.

That's where we might find an obvious
link.

Also let the killer know we've got the
list.

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