All language subtitles for Taggart s10e01 Secrets.eng

Thank you very much.

Thank you, Sir John.

And in this, the third year of the
annual McGregor's Shortbread Prize

for Scottish Literature.

Oh, sorry.

And the finalists, most of whom are with
us here this

morning. Ta -da!

Do you not know who I am?

Come on, let's see.

Careful. Yes.

Right, now, come on. Go and sit down.
Sit down over there.

Yes. That's grand. Thank you. Thank you.

Well, now that we're all present... Hell
of a thing, jet lag.

How would you know?

These are amongst the strongest group of
creative writers ever assembled

in Scotland.

So... With your permission, Sir
Alastair, I would like to launch the

Prize for Literature by introducing the
nominees to you.

Rose Riverbank's Collection of Poetry.

Thanks for a Wally Close, which allows
the mither tongue to ring out loud and

proud.

Roderick Murray.

whose aching biographical novel, Robert
II, shows he's still

going strong.

Sandy Black, whose hilarious
psychogothic novel, Carlux,

both entertains and disturbs.

Lady Lucinda Finlay's blood on the
tweet.

weaves a magical tale of steel bonnets
and ripped bodices.

Ewan Kennedy, The Scheme of Things, a
novel of despair and hope, which arises

from the grimness of a West of Scotland
housing scheme.

And finally, from the pen of a man who
has returned home 18 years after living

in the States, his third...

And he assures me the final part of his
trilogy, Going Home, by

Cameron Friel.

Ladies and gentlemen, I commend to you
the finalists of this year's McGregor's

Shortbread Prize for Scottish
Literature.

Grief, it's only a bullet.

I think you've spent too long in the
States, Mr. Phil. How long were you

anyway? Eighteen years, Los Angeles.

Script writing, was that lucrative?

Made a few, Bob.

Came back to Glasgow six months ago.

Where did you come back from?

Our wedding in Boston.

We've been away for a month.

So who's trying to frighten you?

I am the most mild -mannered of men. Now
come off it, Cameron.

My new book seems to have ruffled a few
feathers.

The Scotching Critique of Scottish
Barochialism.

Excuse me, I need that book.

For you.

Sorry.

Maggie MacLeish, Professor of Scottish
Literature at the University.

Maggie's to blame for it all.

Sorry? Well, you did ask me to come home
and sign a big fat cheque, didn't you?

Oh, Cameron's sponsoring our new
Scottish Writing Foundation.

The Free Will Foundation, a certain
cachet, don't you think?

Death threats notwithstanding.

Well, I'm sure this has nothing to do
with the foundation.

I'm glad you're sure, because I'm not.

That's it, sir.

No one saw who placed the envelope?

We've interviewed everyone that was
here.

Right, go and check the envelope out.

Mrs. Frail, I'm telling you, your first
visit to Scotland has been so negative.

We're not like that all the time.

Oh, no, I am well aware of that.

Patricia's an expert in burns. Oh, no,
no, I'm just writing a thesis, that's

all.

Please, Steve.

We've got a flat in Hindland.

Well, no, actually.

This is our new address.

You'll find out soon enough.

They're back.

You ready?

Come on, give me that. Come on, you two,
that's enough now.

Lucy, get your toy bag, and Tom, get the
cake in the kitchen for Granny.

Where are we going?

We'll see your gran.

Maureen Nutting?

Must be at the shops or something.

Did you phone Janet the mission?

Leah! I'm starved.

OK, Sam, just take those two, OK?

Hi, James. How's it going?

Thanks.

Marks and Sparks.

Now, did you ask them this time? Almost
certainly.

Oh. Start salting those onions, then.

Hello, Duke Street, Chiltern. How may I
help you?

Jake! Where are you?

You're... Oh, wonderful.

So, what about two o 'clock tomorrow,
then?

Fine. Consider the car fatted.

Okay, bye.

They're coming home!

What are you doing?

Salting them.

Hey, Miss, you idiot!

Well, what do you think?

Oh, it's wonderful.

It's brilliant.

And it's all yours. Your own little
brigadoon.

I'll leave you to it. Look, about the
car. What car?

Never mind.

Around 11 tomorrow, I'll pick you up.

Jerry, thanks for everything.

Don't mention it.

I'll see you. Bye. Bye.

What car?

Aha.

And now, madam, I will carry you over
the threshold.

One, two, three!

Identify that bullet, sir.

.270, soft -nose Winchester.

A rifle bullet?

130 grain.

We're checking the stockist now.

So what's it for?

Sorry? Well, rabbits, elephants.

Oh, dear, sir.

It's from a deer rifle.

Right, then.

That's your flowers.

You owe me another fiver.

Fifteen quid?

She'll think I've been up to something.

What are you up to?

Never you mind.

How did you find out about it?

A pile of Jakes runs the auction.

Where the hell is Jake? He's supposed to
have got cracking in the translation of

my book. He's three days late getting
back from Romania.

Professor MacLeish is up to high dough
as well. Maggie, what's she worried

about? The minute Jake gets back, let me
know.

Because he's supposed to be giving the
paper on the Freel Foundation this

afternoon. All right?

Bye.

Hey, OK, Maggie, how did the McGregor
launch go?

Oh, fine, fine.

Piece in the rag about a bullet.

Publicity stunt.

At the meeting, then.

Come on, it's here to be sold.

300. 300?

250.

200.

Do you want to hear 200 for the FSO?

50.

50 pounds, I'm bid. 50, I'm bid. Do you
want to hear 60?

Hints.

Come on.

Come on.

Right now.

16th of the Sierra, 1 -6, 1 -6, 1 -6.

Sold at 1 -6.

The gentleman, the bunny. Now then, this
is it.

A lovely

1959

Chrysler Imperial.

Rule documentation.

The owner had it from you.

£72 ,000 on the clock.

A real collector's item.

Now he'll start me up at £10 ,000.

£10 ,000 for the Chrysler.

£9 ,000.

£8 ,000.

£7 ,000.

£6 ,000. £6 ,000.

£6 ,500.

£6 ,500.

£7 ,000.

£7 ,000.

£7 ,000.

10 -1. 10 -1. 10 -1, I'm bid.

10 ,100 on my left.

10 ,100.

10 -2. 10 -2.

10 ,200 for the Chrysler.

10 ,200.

10

-5

it is.

10 -5 on my left.

Last chance.

11. 11 it is.

11 ,000.

At 12 ,500.

At 12 ,500.

Is that my last bid at 12 ,500?

Sold at 12 ,500 to the gentleman on my
left.

Didn't really want it anyway.

You've been up to something.

My secret lover chose them for me.

Tell Jackie they're lovely.

I'll put them in some water.

Hello.

She found a what?

No, I can't come.

Look, it's my wife's birthday.

I'm taking her out.

I'm sure you can manage.

Just how many feathers have you ruffled,
Mr Friel?

Pity me, Inspector.

I am that most exoriated of beasts.

The jock who's made it abroad and then
has the unmitigated gall to come home.

Cheers.

Taking literary criticism a bit far, is
it not?

Sticks and stones.

And you've no idea who might have done
this? No, I damn well don't.

And I've got an interview here in half
an hour. I'd prefer to do it without you

lot here.

We don't like this any more than you do,
Mr Friel. Then I apologise for your

damaged sensibilities.

How are you, Mrs Friel? Oh, he's just a
little overwrought. I'm sorry.

So I see.

Are you all right staying here?

I have a spare room.

You'd be welcome.

And I'll get a plumber.

No, thanks, Jerry.

But I'm not going anywhere.

What is that?

He wanted to make you feel at home.

At home, I drive a Beetle.

Oh, my Lord, here's that film crew.

Um, Jerry, can you see to them? I'll
make sure he's got his tie on straight.

I'm sorry.

We'll, uh, see ourselves out.

Look, I don't know if this means
anything, but Ewan Kennedy was turned

a job at the Foundation.

He's been mouthing off ever since.

Thanks for the tip.

Can I? What, for lunch?

Oh, welcome home, boys.

You've lost a bit of weight.

Trust no bastard these days.

Speak!

I'll try that dug up, Frankie.

Dug up will bother you. Hey, Malky.

You're sharp.

I need problems, Frankie.

They're having a do at that homeless
place.

They should be at it a while.

Good. That'll make things easier.

Look at this.

Shoot, I'm raking my bag.

Get your mat to fix it and put it back.

Now, what have we got now?

To collect.

Here, I bought you a, well, a stupid
hat.

Thanks very much.

Is there any danger of a cola or
something?

Yes, sir.

What a wonderful face.

There. See the change?

Three months later.

Smiling. Different kids.

Sweetheart. Oh, look, there's that wee
pine cot.

Aye. Oh, you booked your place at the
pearly gates, Jake. Don't speak too

The steriliser broke down while we were
there.

They'll have a list of things a mile
long they need.

Come on, Jake. We'll talk about that in
the morning.

Let's enjoy ourselves.

Hey, Jake. How you doing? James, how you
doing? Not bad. Catch fire. All right.

I just helped myself. Oh, there was a
Professor MacLeish on the phone.

Maggie, aye?

Telling me about a meeting at the
university.

Oh, crikey, yeah.

I'll have to watch the time.

There's morning coming.

I tried phoning home. No answer.

Uh, could we go next door?

Just ask, Hamish, all right?

Here.

I stayed good, did you, John?

Went for later.

Out. And close the door behind you,
please.

It's good to see you back, Jake.

Ah, you too, Hamish.

Here, what's that?

Don't you?

See you later, then.

She's left me, hasn't she?

Jake, I... Where is she?

She phoned.

From work, I think.

Don't get upset.

Upset? Me?

Heaven forbid.

Mr Perfect Me.

Sorry.

That was a stupid thing to say.

I'll see you.

Check.

Come in. With you, Rambo.

Grab a few.

Check him on the floor.

Great thing, DTP.

Sorry? Desktop publishing.

What's a cowboy like me care only as a
publisher?

Democratisation of the media, so to
speak.

Circulation 543 and following.

Fancy taking out a subscription?

Three free back copies of every standing
order.

Maybe not.

Done.

So...

Cameron Freel, eh?

How do you know I want to talk about
him?

I've put the kettle on.

Well, it's not every day you see
somebody get the bullet.

Why is it, of course, that it's my
council tax?

Nah, I didn't think so.

Mr Kennedy?

Ewan.

Ewan, please, let us not stand upon
ceremony.

Ewan.

Have you visited Freel's new house?

I don't even know what it is. Some
Victorian pile in Pollockshaws?

No, it's a farmhouse in Lenoxon.

Oh, aye, aye.

Wall -to -wall scrubbed pine and slate
floors, eh?

Do you own any firearm?

You have an interesting line in
elliptical thought.

More precisely, a rifle.

I have a Kalashnikov in the cupboard and
two Uzis in the jacuzzi. What is this?

Someone shot a sheep.

Put his head in Cameron Friel's water
tank?

A shape.

How apposite.

Know anything about it?

No, nothing.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be
pissing him if he was on fire.

Excuse the vernacular.

What have you got against him?

Everything and nothing.

Second thoughts, I cannae be bothered
making you a cup of coffee.

I've a deadline to meet.

Why are you so hostile, Mr Kennedy?

Oh, sorry.

You and... Me?

I'm a militant pacifist. A pen is my
sword.

Is that why your circulation's for them?

There you are, Joan. Have a read of me.

Are you Mrs MacCarthy? Yes.

I'm Maureen Kozlewski. You phoned for an
appointment?

Well, I... Yes.

We're trying to create something here.
Something different.

Something Scottish.

And Freel isn't?

Freel makes his stash writing Alien 6 in
Hollywood. Then comes over here to

lecture us on creative writing.

But you've both been nominated for a
McGregor Prize.

Aye, right.

I'm there to make up the numbers.

He's even greased Maggie MacLeish's palm
at the uni.

50 grand gets you your own foundation.

Didn't stop you applying for a job,
though.

Lecturer in creative writing, yeah?

Let me tell you about creative writing.

See these?

Bus driver, housewife, unemployed.

Some of it's brilliant.

Most of it's mediocre.

But even the stuff that's crap deserves
a chance to get published.

Unlike Friel's recycled pap.

You got a first name, Constable?

Miss.

Thanks.

Pop down to Scotia one night.

Buy you a pint.

It's not my scene.

Bye.

Were those two women out there...
Alcoholics?

Not a word we like to use here. Just
people with alcohol -related problems,

that's all.

All right.

We don't use labels.

Identifying problems and trying to solve
them. That's what we're about.

You mentioned those two ladies.

One of them's a nurse, the other's
unemployed.

All sorts, really.

All sorts of problems.

So, what's yours?

Wait!

Nothing visible.

Never touched him.

So?

Jake Kozilewski's just took off in the
van.

Don't make me get upset, Stephen.

It's bad for my ulcer and your throat.
Don't worry, Frankie, we'll find it.

Drive.

That becomes Cameron Peel, controversial
author of Going Home, the third part of

his trilogy, following the story of
Scots writer Cal Minnett over the sea to

America and Hollywood and now back again
to Scotland.

Nominated for the McGregor's Shortbread
Award, the book has produced a furious

response. because of its blatant
criticism of the Scottish literary

the extent that the author is now under
police protection.

Cameron, your novel describes most of
Scottish writing as being, and I quote,

inward -looking, puerile and parochial,
with a core not so much rotten as non

-existent. Gosh, did I say that?

Indeed you did.

So why should we believe that your
writing is any different?

If I may paraphrase Kipling...

The winds of the world give answer. They
are whimpering to and fro.

What area is it?

Still giving you a headache?

It deserves all it gets.

Jean,

what are the Shortbread Awards?

I think they're nominated every year.

You vote to see which one you prefer.

You have to buy them. It's a coin.

It's very prestigious.

I'm sure it is.

I'm nothing of to get a share.

Interested in a wider constituency than
most of the stuff that masquerades as

Scottish literature.

It's a symptom of an immature culture.

I guess I'm still trying to get it to
grow up.

Even if it means personal threats
against your life?

So be it.

People say you caught controversy with a
marketing tool rather than because of

any deeply held belief.

Well, I would say that.

Thank you, Cameron.

You can meet Cameron Friel and all the
other shortlisted authors at the public

book signing on Thursday night.

Next week, we'll be looking at two other
nominees, a new collection of poetry by

Rose Riverbank, and Ewan Kennedy's
uncompromising novel, The Scheme of

Oh, Jim, before you go tomorrow morning,
will you leave me some cash?

I've read three of the books, but I want
to buy the others.

I've only got a couple of tens.

That's all I need.

Listen, why don't you wait till you come
out in paperback? That is in paperback.

Jean,

it's all the hype, these competitions.

It has nothing to do with art or
literature.

It's all bloody swearing. What would you
know about literature?

The last book he read was the Urwuli
Annual, 1961.

1962, actually.

Any time you feel like a chat, just pop
in.

And I'll see you same time next week.

Thanks very much.

George, shouldn't you be at work? Jake's
back.

We've got to keep our heads down for a
couple of days.

Jake.

I'll go then.

Jake. I'm sorry. Jake, listen. No, no,
please. I've come here to talk to my

wife. Now, if you'll kindly leave us.
He's not going anywhere.

Jake, I told you to go. God help me,
I'll kill you. Jake!

Just go.

Just go.

I've no shame.

You understand?

No shame.

So what am I supposed to do, right?

He's no at the mission, he's no at home,
and he's no at the university. It was

your responsibility, soldier boy, so you
better find him and damn quick, or your

man will be having a lonely time at the
dancing.

And don't make yourself comfortable.

I'm expecting a visitor, so get on with
it. Do you receive my meaning?

So, that's it then?

You can't pretend to be surprised, Jake.

It's been coming for years.

Where are the kids?

They're at my mum's.

Why George Proctor?

Why?

I really don't think that's any of your
business.

Then what is my business, eh?

Well, maybe if you'd spent a bit more
time with me and the kids than saving

world, you might know.

I was doing it for us!

You were doing it for you!

Look, I might as well get this over
with.

I need a divorce.

Can you not just let it rest?

Please! No, Jake, listen to me.

I need a divorce.

I'm pregnant.

You bitch.

Right then, so I'll just lie down and
die while you pair get on with it, will

I'm only asking for a divorce.

Only?

No.

Never!

You're not getting the kids.

Jake, just calm down.

You might get a divorce, but I'll be
damned if you're getting the children.

Don't drag the kids into this.

It's you that's doing the dragging.

A junkie shacking up with an alcoholic.

What? Had a wee joint last night, did
we?

Get real, Jake.

Since when does the odd joint make me a
junkie?

I doubt the judge will share your
liberal views.

Get out of here.

Get out.

Get out!

Monkey makes the world go round, the
world go round, the world go round.

Take me to it.

Perfect.

Not quite.

was used for the expansion of the
business school, it would mean more

students with overseas tuition fees.

Listen, hang on here.

I have already raised £50 ,000 a year
for the foundation.

Now, we were promised that that would be
matched pound for pound.

And I have raised £250 ,000 for the
business school. Matched pound for

that's half a million a year.

I have never seen this. They were
distributed.

I understood Mr Kozlewski had a copy for
you.

I believe he was supposed to be
delivering a paper to us on the

new writing foundation. Well, Mr
Kozlewski obviously believes he's more

important matters to deal with. Look, I
have been trying to get in touch with

Jake. He has, as you know, been out of
the country. Well, unfortunately, if we

want to take advantage of this new cash,
we need a decision now.

I just can't see a way out, George. We
knew it wasn't going to be easy. We

discussed all the problems. Oh, you can
discuss all you like, but it's different

when it really happens.

He says he's going to get the kid. He is
not going to get the kid.

He meant it.

We'll sort something out.

I can't lose the kids, George.

I just can't.

I really feel we have to vote on this
now. There has been ample warning.

But... Professor Dawson is perfectly
correct, Maggie. Oh, please. But I move

hold this over until next week's
meeting, when Mr Kozlewski can no

Give us the benefit of his learned
advice.

Jake, where the hell have you been?

Leave it!

Are you all right?

The push has been looking all over you.

I've other things on my mind. Dawson's
pulling a flank. Her business studies

trying to grab the extra money. The new
writing foundation might not open.

Something a lot worse than that might
happen.

Jake!

We've got to talk.

Later.

Does that help, Maggie?

No, nothing we can't sort out.

What is he playing at?

I don't know. Maybe something happened
in Romania.

Oh, by the way, McGregor phoned. He's a
bit worried about security at the book

signing. Book signing?

I need that like a hole in my head.

And as Callum looked, the old woman's
slate -grey eyes creased, then

narrowed in a smile of knowingness.

Secret, she said.

Well, I'll tell you a secret, Callum.

Women dally in sex looking for love, and
men dally in love looking for sex.

Oh, Kenny.

What are we going to do?

But, Maggie, I thought it was all sorted
out. Are you telling me the government

aren't matching the cash?

They've moved the coast.

And Jake's disappeared.

He's what?

Would you stop the banging for the
moment, please?

Thank you.

What do you mean he's disappeared? He's
supposed to be translating my book.

That's the bloody least of it.

Now, Cameron, don't worry.

By the end of next week, we'll have
everything sorted out.

I await the developments with interest.

What's wrong?

My new writing foundation is in
jeopardy. Jake Koslewski's got AWOL. The

publisher is screening it for a
translation.

Some moron wants me dead, and that
bloody blubber is driving me insane!

Apart from that, everything's hunky
-bloody -dirty.

I think you could tone down the juice a
little.

Uh, no.

Hello. Jake!

What are you like?

We've been worried sick about you, man.

Aye, well, I'm still in one piece.

Well, listen, how long are you going to
be there?

Or are you going to come back to the
mission?

That's some unfinished business, Alec.

Look, I'll call you later.

No, Jake!

Well?

He's back at the house.

Right, you.

Out!

I've been trying to get a hold of you.

I've got to talk to you.

Things are getting out of hand.

Jake. Thank God it's you.

Come on in. Let's have a drink.

Then you come.

Sir?

Any joy with that bullet?

No, sir. Could have come from any of
half a dozen stalkers.

And no more threats to Cameron Freel?

Well, it's been three days now. Nothing.

Right. Wind it down.

Right, sir.

Oh, eh.

By the way, Jean thought you might like
these.

There's a letter from personnel.

Congratulations, Sergeant Lee.

Acid. HF.

Hydrofluoric.

Burns through the flesh and attacks the
bone. It's worse than nitric.

Charming. Get over there now.

But is that... I know, I know. An
objectionable sod.

I'm not taking any risks.

This is past the joke.

This is Proctor's Auctions.

There's no one here to take your call,
but if you leave a message after the

tone, we'll get it.

Thank you, but it's gone far enough.

I have to tell you, I've given it all a
lot of thought. I'm going to my lawyers

to get it all sorted out.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

It's too late for anything else.

If I didn't have enemies, I wouldn't be
doing my job properly.

Please just answer their questions,
Cameron. It's for your protection.

My protection?

Where the hell were they when they were
needed?

Have a good mind to chuck the bloody lot
and go back to the States. Sod the lot

of them.

You seem to be forgetting that I've got
a stake in this, too.

Now, would you just finish your drink
and let's get this book signing over

please?

So who else is going to be at this, too?
There'll be free booze, there'll be

television, cameras, everybody will be
there.

Let us depart.

Oh, hang on, I've forgotten something.

Just say to Jim with regards.

What's wrong, Maggie? The favourite's
thrown a plate.

He'll be here.

Jerry, I'll weigh and phone him, find
out what... Come on!

Put that thing down.

Certainly. Right, where are these books
then? Right, come on, away and sit down.

Aye, before you fall down.

Aye, I've had perfect control of my
faculties, Mr Kennedy.

Aye, aye, Popeye. Don't think I don't
know what you're up to, mate.

Jab your finger at me, Friel.

You know what really attracted me to
him?

His Scottishness.

That's what got him lifted, too.

Doesn't seem quite so endearing now,
does it?

Coffee? I better not.

I've got a bit of damage limitation to
deal with tomorrow.

The sponsors for the foundation?

Yeah, they're talking about withdrawing.

Flatter to track down Yate, whatever he
is.

Well, thanks for the lift.

It's OK.

He didn't lock up.

Is that coffee still on offer?

I just don't know what to do. Maureen,
will you stop?

Mr Proctor, I want... Just give us a
minute, will you? I have arranged for

everything. What does that mean?

It means that there's nothing to worry
about.

I haven't seen him for two days.

He's up to something, George.

It's Jake here.

I've been trying to contact you, but
it's gone far enough.

I have to tell you, I've given it all a
lot of thought. I'm going to my lawyers

to get it all sorted out.

I'm sorry. He's not getting my kids,
George. It's too late for everything

I'm going to have to see him at the
house. Look, stay away from there.

Let me deal with this.

Maureen.

Come back.

Maureen, for God's sake.

No, Mr Proctor. I won't do that.

No, Mr Proctor.

Breakfast, madame?

What have you got?

A university lecturer, 39 years old, 5
foot 10 inches tall, born in Greenock.

Kozleski, Yashet Kozleski. You seem very
sure.

Yeah, well, he did have his passport on.

Romania? He's the register keeper of the
vehicle.

Looks like a stabbing.

And you say it's a university?

Yeah. Well, Michael, get them out of
here. Oh, come on, lads, come on!

Thanks, sir. We're over here.

So how did we find it?

A patrol car spotted the van speeding,
flagged it down. A police counsellor,

Peters, got banjoed with a jack handle.
Is he all right?

He's in for observation, sir.

What about the driver?

Well, I've got no real description.

Male, mid -thirties, blonde hair, grey
jacket, took off on foot.

Super.

Get me a mark.

Excuse me, would you be careful not to
contaminate the locusts? We've not had a

check till weekend.

I don't think we've met, have we?

At the Middle Hooley, sir.

Crystal's office.

Oh, right, right. Thanks for your
advice.

Where the hell did they find them?

Morning.

Morning, Chief Inspector.

Permission to board?

It's all yours, Stephen.

Don't contaminate the locusts.

Heaven for them.

When Peter's book is still in the mood,
I will stop once here, here, and here,

and then search.

Oh, well.

Lovely day for it.

Mr. Freel! Mr. Freel! Do you think this
will debar you from the award?

If the consumption of alcohol debarred
great writing, then 90 % of Scottish

authors would disappear from the
bookshelves. Jerry, last night, I, um...

a degree of discretion.

Don't worry.

Look, have you broached the subject of
his drinking?

It's the wellspring of my art.

I drink, ergo I write.

It's crap, of course. Keep saying I'll
get help, but I... Here he comes.

Jerry! Tricia!

Jerry been looking after you, then? Get
in the car.

Move over, babies.

Daddy's driving.

Have you done a fingernail sample,
Doctor?

Blood?

Yes.

How about urine?

Rather than take the urine, I am at
present attempting to ascertain the

of rigor in order that I can estimate
the time of death of this unfortunate

individual.

So how about letting me get on with it?

I'm only ensuring that the Crown Office
guidelines on the gathering of forensic

evidence are adhered to.

I'm delighted to hear it, because I
wrote the blessed guidelines.

Now, back off.

What are we working on?

Oh, it's, um, it's a facsimile of the
original Kilmarnock edition.

Jerry got it for me at school.

University.

What?

Not school.

University.

Care to join me?

It's a mite early for me, dear.

Oh, by the way, Jerry left his scarf.

Bit nippy this morning, was it?

I guess.

Right, sir.

We've a nice fat thumbprint on this, and
there's one that matches on the rear

view mirror.

Well done.

If he's got form, we'll get a name
pretty soon.

Look, I'm sorry, Maggie. I don't know
where his damn papers are.

What the hell is he playing at?

Does he want us to close down or
something?

Close down?

Maggie!

How are you?

Are you all right?

Menu was a bit limited, but the crack
was great.

So, who's closing down?

No one.

Maggie?

Oh, well, all right, all right.

It's a free foundation money.

Business Studies is trying to get its
claws on it and the court meeting

today. Put up 50 grand and they'll match
it, you said.

Yes, I know, I know, but I thought that
I was dealing with honest people and it

turns out that they are not.

They haven't nobbled Jake, have they?
Well, I wouldn't put anything past

and her mob.

Dawson? Who's Dawson?

Professor of Retail Distribution.

Oh, right.

Oh, by the way, Jerry, you forgot your
scarf.

What's it about?

Hmm? I'm talking about the book. What's
the story about?

This woman, she finds an old steel
bonnet on her farm in the borders. She

being haunted by her past and terrified
that she'll make the same mistakes as

her mother.

Oh, the usual.

I've only two more to read.

Jean,

what do you make of this coming in for
you?

Going home.

Oh, it's not as good as his first.

He'd never are.

Tiger.

The door was open.

The lock was broken.

I know.

Jemmy'd. Looks like somebody was... I
only came to see where Jade was.

Did you think he'd be in the desk?

No, Maggie needed some papers.

Maggie.

Professor McLeish.

Jake took them on Tuesday.

There was meant to be a meeting this
afternoon.

This is awful.

So's your luck.

Trouble seems to be following you
around.

What's that meant to mean?

Well, first the threats to Frio, now
this. It's got nothing to do with me.

And this is Mrs Kislevski?

Kislevski? Aye, she's not here.

She just walked out on him.

When was this?

Sometime this week.

Jake was one of the best, you know, a
great bloke.

Do you have any idea who we might find,
Mrs Kislevski?

Well, she works as an alcohol
counsellor.

She has an office somewhere in town.

I'm sorry.

Listen, I was lucky to get out of there.
Some guy showed up, then the police.

What the hell does the police know about
this? I'll go back and ask, eh? You

found nothing in the house? Cleaner than
a Giffnick myrtle ball.

This is getting a bit heavy, Frankie.

The body of university lecturer Jake
Kozlewski has been found inside this van

here on Fenwick Moor.

Strathclyde police are anxious to trace
the whereabouts of the van during the

past week. I'm off.

Where the hell do you think you're
going?

Take my ma to a tea dance. You're going
nowhere, sunshine.

Thank you.

I don't want tea.

When was that?

We found your husband this morning.

In the back of his van.

You'll understand that we don't want
to... How... What was it?

I mean... He was stabbed, Mrs Kozlewski.

I just can't take this in.

When did you last see him?

Three days ago.

Tuesday.

Where has he been since then?

I don't know.

He phoned me yesterday.

And how was his mood?

We, er... We know there's been a recent
change in your circumstances.

How diplomatic.

Was there another party involved?

What are you getting at?

At the moment we have a suspicious
death.

We need to look for motives.

This has nothing to do with George.

Well, then we can eliminate him from our
inquiries.

Find out who it is to do with.

Fine.

Fine.

Would you mind telling me where you were
last night between six and ten?

Ere at my mother's.

Last three days, as a matter of fact.

And George?

He was there too.

I think we'd better go down to the
station, Mrs Kozlewski.

Cheers. Yeah, D .I. Jardine? Chief
Inspector Taggart will be with you in a

minute.

We might have a name for you. George
Proctor.

Who's that?

Why, he's the wife's fancy man. He's a
car auctioneer.

We're getting a fingerprint sample to
check.

How's the weather?

You got any suntan lotion?

I'll fax some out.

Proctor Swanthorpe. Prince Max.

Right.

Get round to Mrs.

Kozlewski's work. The alcohol place.

Proctor may get lonely and phone her
there.

Mrs. Kozlewski?

Yes?

This way, love.

to contact you, but it's gone far
enough.

I have to tell you, I've given it all a
lot of thought. I'm going to my lawyers

to get it all sorted out.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

It's too late for anything else.

Anything to add?

No.

All right, Sergeant. Get down to air.
Pack her up.

Right there.

Air?

We'll have to bring your mum in.

My mother?

But she has nothing to do with this.

She swears blind that she never saw
George Proctor.

That you were on your own with the kids.

But... Don't worry.

We'll get the truth out of her.

No, no, wait a minute.

Do you want to change this?

George wasn't there.

Well, where was he?

I don't know.

George said he was going to sort things
out, but I... Jake was going to a

lawyer to get the kids.

I couldn't... I just couldn't... Hang
on, hang on.

Right.

That's the phone for you now.

Cheers, mate. Thanks.

Hello, Central Drop -In Centre.

Can I speak to Maureen, please?

She's not around at the moment.

Can I ask who's calling, please?

Is that you, George?

It doesn't matter.

Look, is she there?

Hang on.

I'll see if I can find her.

Look, if she's not there, just tell her
I called, will you?

She might be round the back.

It's a call box at Fort Lowman. Move it.

Thank you.

No coach parties.

Aye, very good.

Who was the last person to use the
public phone?

The guy through the bag.

Did we miss him?

Have you got a degree in a bleeding
office?

That's the sweep completed all the way
to the junction.

Well, there's nothing in the north
either.

It's getting late, sir.

Yeah, tell me about it.

So, are you going to call it off for the
day?

Who do you think?

How you doing?

No, I think, sir.

Listen, you know, it's getting late here
and we were wondering if... Oh, I'm

sure you're dead keen to keep on
searching.

Well, actually... You can call it off.

What? He just walked in here with his
lawyer.

And he said he'd see to it that she lost
the kids.

Well, Maureen was just cracking up.

So I went over to see him.

And he was there in the back of his van.

Well, I tried to reason with him, you
know, but he just wasn't having any of

They brought out a knife.

He threatened me with it.

It was a bit of a struggle and...

I tried to get it off him, but he fell
over onto it.

He just looked at me.

I said nothing.

He just looked at me.

It's all very peaceful, really.

Then he closed his eyes.

So I bundled him up and I drove him
away.

I don't know where the hell I was going.

And then the police stopped me.

And I panicked.

I had the policeman.

That's it.

Where's the knife?

I washed it and I put it back in the
kitchen drawer.

I'm sure you've all heard the news by
now.

It does, of course, cast an entirely new
light on things.

I'm not with you, Maggie.

Well, naturally, with Jake's death, all
decisions about the allocations of money

should be held in abeyance.

I'm sure we all share your thoughts,
Maggie.

With respect, Principal, I also
sympathise at this sad time, but while

in abeyance... A man's dead, for God's
sake.

And if the decision is delayed, the
money goes elsewhere.

Why not ask your friends in the
supermarket business?

She can say what she likes. But we have
to match the product to the marketplace.

We don't need writers. We need
entrepreneurs.

Product, marketplace.

This is an academic institution, not
a... Drag yourself into the 20th

Maggie. I move we go straight to the
vote.

No charges have been laid as yet, but if
and when they are, he'll be remanded in

custody.

When can I see him?

You won't be able to see him until he's
in prison.

Could be a couple of days, possibly.

Jackie.

Excuse me.

Well? Full confession.

Consensus would seem to be the best way
forward, but since there seems to be

none... All those in favour of the grant
going to the new business school?

Six. And against?

Six.

Oh, dear.

No abstentions. May I point out,
Principal, that this money does have a

element attached to it. If we delay
now... Yes, yes, yes.

Jackie, small, black -handled knife.

Get to Kosilevsky's house. It should be
in a cutlery drawer.

Michael. Yeah.

Get a report on that van from Forensic.

I'm sorry, Maggie.

Well, I'm not leaving it like this. This
is an outrageous decision.

It puts my whole department at risk. Oh,
not necessarily.

Oh, well, thanks for your overwhelming
endorsement.

What am I going to tell Cameron Creel?

Maggie, I've said I'm sorry.

I have the one o 'clock shuttle to
catch. Let's connect later, shall we?

John. We will.

It's back, Maggie.

Business school will bring in thousands
of creative writing in.

Oh, is that all that matters?

Well, yes.

Grow up.

I'll go public on this. Get Cameron
Friel off the booze long enough to call

press conference.

Principal, I'm off to London myself.

We can share a cab to the airport then.

Bye, Maggie.

Bye, Maggie.

At a press conference earlier this
evening, Strathclyde police revealed

George Proctor, a 35 -year -old car
auctioneer, had been formally charged

the murder of university lecturer Jacek
Kozlewski.

Proctor, well -known at the Clyde car
market, was described by fellow

auctioneers... I'm making a big mistake.

What do you mean, Hamish?

Ask him.

Hamish?

Hamish!

What was all that about?

I don't know.

I didn't think they'd let me see you so
soon.

Innocent will prove guilty.

How are you?

How are you, for God's sake?

Jacuzzi was freezing this morning.

Come here, you two.

George, I...

I'm doing the right thing. I know I am.

Now, the lawyer reckons he can get it
reduced to culpable homicide and

mandatory life.

You're learning quick.

He's talking to a roommate.

Now, you just have to keep quiet, all
right?

How can I do that?

I'm worried sick.

You keep quiet. You say nothing. You
understand.

No. No, I don't understand.

Everything's coming down around my ears.

Why?

Why did you do it?

I should have thought about it. It was
obvious.

The kids.

The kids?

And what chance have they got now?

For God's sake, I don't ask much, but a
bit of gratitude might help at least.

You're mad.

Maureen. You've gone off your trolley.
Look, sit down.

Think of the kids. Oh, the kids.

So what do I tell them? Your new daddy's
killed your old daddy.

Get her out of here.

Get her out of here!

Hang on. What exactly do you mean?

Well, it's the angle of the cuts.

Two of them.

Oh, wait a minute. Hold on to that,
Deirdre.

Can't you wait for this to be typed?

My damned handwriting.

Ah, yes. An angle of 40 degrees.

Meaning?

Well, he says he fell onto the knife,
right?

Well, to me, that would seem to indicate
an angle of 90 degrees to the vertical,

right?

Well, these are like this.

Well, par for the course, he fell onto
my knife, Your Honour. Aye, on the

cheques from the post.

Is there any more exact in the time of
death?

No, yes.

Progress... Hang on.

Lividity... No autolysis... Oh, here we
are.

4 .2. That's an ambient temp of 14.

Plus or minus two hours.

Um... Twelve hours.

Between six and ten on the Thursday
night, then?

An inexact science, but we do our best.

Great. It all fits.

Mr. Tiger owes you a drink, Doctor.

Mine's a Lagavulin.

Oh, you look like you've lost a fiver
and found a shilling.

It's the report on the bloodstains in
the van.

And? The lateral spread of the meniscal
crenellation casts some doubt in the

postulation of the vehicle being the
initial murder locus.

So the hither -doots had happened in the
van?

But we've still got enough to go on,
though. I'm sure you have.

Oh, and the knife tip's over there.

Sorry? The knife tip.

One and a half inches of it.

Big hunting job by the looks.

Snapped off in his spine in the second
stab.

Sheffield's not what it was, eh?

You say it's Kowalski's place again?

Top to bottom, sir.

There's no broken knife, not in the
drawer or anywhere else.

And the bloodstains in the van don't tie
in with Proctor's statement either.

I told you. The lateral spread of the
meniscal crenellation... Aye, aye, aye.

You'd better do a prison visit.

Fine.

That's fine.

So... You confronted him in the van and
he pulled a knife on you.

Aye.

What was it like again?

Well, you saw it.

It was a wee kitchen devil kind of
thing.

And you got it off him and then he ran
on to it?

Yeah, that's right.

Stabbed Mr Proctor, Sergeant.

See? Use your pen.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's fair.

And you did what?

Well, then I grabbed it.

So you grabbed the blade without cutting
yourself.

You turned it round and then he ran onto
it.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Just the once?

Yeah.

We're meant to be dispassionate.

Professional.

At least that's what the teachers of
Tully Allen these days, eh, Sergeant?

That's right, sir.

Still...

It's good to get a mark.

Send a killer down.

Yeah, I can understand that.

But we've got this boss.

Old -fashioned type, you know.

He likes to send down the right people.

Now, why are you lying to us, George?

I don't know what you mean.

Inspector, could I have a private word
with my client?

Feel free.

Do you reckon?

I'd say he's trying to cover his tracks.

Possibility, but I doubt it. I think
you'd better get on to your superior.

We've got a problem here.

We've got a problem?

I called in to see him there that
morning.

And he was lying on the kitchen floor,
ready dead.

So I dragged him out into the van and I
drove away.

That's it.

I cleaned everything up and mopped the
floor.

There was no struggle.

No knife.

No nothing.

Why?

Why did you tell us you'd killed him?

I'd rather not say.

Listen, you made a statement.

You can go down for it now no matter
what.

You wouldn't be the first.

Who are you protecting, George?

I... I... No names.

Just nod.

Is it Maureen, George?

You know those guys that you see in the
gutter?

I mean, in the gutter.

You know, with the drink.

Well, I was below that.

Do you understand what that means?

And she dragged me out of that.

She saved me.

And I can't.

Can't withdraw his damn confession. I
know that, but... We had it all stitched

up by the inquiry report.

He was wrong about the knife and where
the murder happened.

So he's trying to make it look less
serious.

I've got to tell you, sir, I'm sure he
didn't do it.

Well, it's a pity you weren't so sure
when we charged him, eh?

Yes, sir.

Now, look, Michael, this is your mess.

You'd better go on to the fiscal and
sort it out.

Aye, but cos left his wife.

Morty, we're sure he's shielding her.
I'm sure Sergeant Reid can cope with

You're not the only officer in the case,
Michael.

But you don't just hide a drink problem.

You hide the reasons.

The obvious thing you blame might not be
at the root of it all.

Excuse me.

The police again?

All right.

All right, give me five minutes.

I'm afraid I've got to go.

My kids, they're due home from school.

They'll be taken care of.

Care?

What do you mean, care? Right, Mrs.
Gisletti.

Please take a seat.

Right.

Did you and Mr Proctor at any time
discuss murdering your husband?

What?

No.

No.

All I said was I was going to do
something.

And George said he would sort it out.
God help me, that was it.

Did he think I did it?

What do you think?

It had nothing to do with me. I just
panicked and took the kids to my

Do you have any idea where your husband
was between Tuesday and Thursday?

No.

No! Oh, please.

I just want to go home.

Please.

Please.

Well, if it wasn't his marriage busting
up that caused it, what the hell was it?

When was he last seen?

On Tuesday at the uni.

So, he phoned his wife from home on a
Thursday morning and he's murdered that

night.

What was he doing these two days?

Scottish literature.

Senior lecturer.

And an expert on Slavic languages, sir.

What is this Romanian thing?

He's made three of these trips with aid
to orphanages in Romania.

He's attached to the Duke Street
Mission.

A saint.

Why, a saint with a secret.

Booked as a free man.

All charges dropped.

OK, Michael.

We'll go from the last site in
Yukoslevski and work forward.

Nothing at all happened over there.

The whole trip went like a dream.

He didn't mention anything that was
worrying him?

Well, he talked a bit about his wife,
washing the dishes.

Sorry?

They weren't getting on.

He said they hardly even talked anymore.

So he was washing the dishes, doing the
shopping, whatever, to

try and make things OK again.

He was trying really hard, you know?

He didn't deserve none of this.

Jake and I go back a long way. He was
one of my first students.

And it's tragic.

So, his death caused some problems here?

What, the free foundation money?

Yes. You know, we were that far away.

I can't believe that people can get so
low to take advantage of a man's death.

What time is it?

I've got a shortbread meeting tonight.

Oh, sorry, where was I? The Friel
Foundation.

Oh, yeah.

Cameron Friel was going to front it.
Now, he was a real catch.

Now, I've been dreaming of this thing
for years.

A powerhouse of new Scottish writing. I
mean, imagine it. This whole place, I

mean, buzzing.

And then the whole thing fell down like
a pack of cards.

Well, isn't Mr Friel's donation enough?

No, we needed government -matching
costs.

So who benefited?

What, from Jake not showing up?

Oh, Dawson and our mob at business
studies, I suppose.

Dawson?

Avril Dawson, jumped -up supermarket
clerk. Oh, sorry.

Professor of retail science. Yeah, yeah.
Where can we find her?

This is how, eh?

Sharing a gin with a principal.

You run the mission, Mrs McLardy? On
behalf of the Kirk.

It's Reverend McLardy.

Keeps you busy?

Busy.

Ten years ago, we dealt with maybe 20
people a day. Now it's hundreds.

So why tend to Romania?

Well, helping others gives the kids a
fence of worth.

And how did Jake get involved?

Ah, well, we needed someone to help
translate Romanian letters, and one

led to another.

Hey,

stop that, you two.

These things cost money.

They don't look, well, homeless.

What did you expect?

Long white beards and fingerless gloves.

They're just kids mostly.

With no place to go.

Everything's falling apart.

It's all coming apart at the seams and
nobody gives a toss.

Nobody. Hamish, look, it's all right.
I'm sorry, look, I have to see to the

suit. No, thanks anyway.

Listen, could you...

Put this in the collection box for me.
What's this?

Conscience money?

No, I'm trying to help.

Well, get it somewhere to live, then.

What? No.

I want...

Ring.

Cameron! God's sake, woman, give me a
break!

Can't you wait till dinner?

Don't you know I don't do solids?

Cameron, what is happening to you? You
weren't like this at home.

Don't listen to any of that cack from
Maggie.

We're the future, she's the past.

Sure can't tempt you.

No, thanks.

It, uh...

It doesn't detract from the fact that
Jake Kozleski's disappearance fell very

handily for you.

Is that what she told you?

Would you know any different?

Do you want to know the truth?

We had her stitched up long before that.

I've got friends in high places.

Cheers.

We've just found Jake Kozleski's diary.

And guess who he was meeting on Tuesday
evening?

Cameron Friel.

I'll tell you what's happening. This is
what's happening. Nothing.

Precisely nothing. All right? I can't
take this much longer.

Killed any sheep recently?

What's the score, son?

Why did you put the frighteners on him?

Does it matter?

You tell me.

Ever lived in a caravan?

A fortnight at Lark's drove me daft.

I've lived here for five years.

I was promised this house to live in, to
rent.

Then he turns up, pays 125 grand for it,
turns it into the Ponderosa. How would

you feel?

Well, I wouldn't shoot him.

I was aiming over their heads.

Take him down to the station.

Bloody white settler.

White settler? I'm as Scottish as you.

It's got nothing to do with where you
come from, pal.

It's where you're going.

Rich man in his castle, eh? Poor guy.

He could have killed us.

Yeah, yeah.

Thanks for such a timely intervention.

I've got other business.

Such as?

As far as we can work out, you're the
last person to see Jake Kosleski alive.

He was here for about two hours on
Tuesday night.

What did he talk about?

We discussed my book.

The translation.

I mentioned it to you, Inspector.

When?

On the Thursday.

The night I...

The night Kozleski was murdered.

Yes.

Well, that's one alibi you people will
corroborate.

So what did Kozleski discuss on the
Tuesday?

He was translating the third part of my
trilogy into Russian.

He told me he'd had a little bit of
trouble in Romania.

Did he get any details?

No.

But he did promise me faithfully he'd
have the proofs to me by Monday.

And why the big rush?

Well, it was already two months late as
it was.

You have a following in Russia, have
you?

I won the Pushkin Award a couple of
years ago.

You're up for another one?

Yes. Well, you never know.

Friends in high places.

Worth a bob, is it?

I'll tell you what it's worth.

Kudos.

Respectability.

Like your new writing foundation.

Ah, well, you could say, yeah.

So, you earn your money from the film
scripts and you get your respect from

foundation.

Have you been talking to Kennedy?

Well... Just general chit -chat like.

Are you okay?

Fine.

Well, with respect, you don't look it.

I'll tell you the truth.

For as long as I can remember, I've had
this thing about Scotland, you know?

I mean, I never bought any of that
Brigadoon crap, but a real interest.

McDermott, Grasset Gibbon, George Mackay
Brown.

I wrote my master's thesis on Edwin
Morgan.

Have you read his stuff?

I'm afraid that... No, I'm sorry.

The old ice is loosed. The old seeds
awake.

Slip out of darkness.

It is time.

For now that I've got here, I've
discovered I don't understand a goddamn

about the place.

Nobody does.

Here, have some wine.

Oh, to hell with all that not -while
-I'm -on -duty bit. Come on.

Well, when the sergeant has finished her
wine, maybe we'd better go, eh?

What are we doing here, sir?

Research. Night of double.

Oh, right. Half a guinness, pint of 80,
a mineral water and a double fizz.

Thank you.

I thought this wasn't your fiend myth.

Oh, hello there.

So, eh, how's your circulation?

Cardiovascular or literary?

Either. Well, they're both a damn sight
healthier than your clear -up rate.

Ah, but we caught the sheep killer,
though.

Oh, I bet Jake Kudleski's really
impressed.

Excuse me.

Is there any more on this knife?

Yeah. British manufacturer.

Possibly a hunting knife. But there's
nothing more.

Whichever way you look at it, this trip
to Romania seems more and more

significant. Aye.

Told Freely had problems out there. But
the boy, Alec Curry, went with him.

He says everyone went fine.

Did you check up on him?

Mm -hm.

He seemed clean.

He'd been living rough for a while,
ended up at the mission.

How do you see him?

I come to think he was a bit nervous.

But I tell you something, he's genuinely
upset at Kozlewski's death.

What about this mob at the uni?

No further forward.

Too busy stabbing each other in the
back. I'm going to pay Alec Currie a

If anybody knows what happened in
Romania, he does.

Eh, Jackie?

Eh, yes, I've, yeah.

You know, this is actually rather
inconvenient. I'm due to go out on the

run. Where is Alec?

He's a bit upset.

Aye, so I heard.

What are these?

Some photographs of the Romanian
children that we've been helping. Jake

those. You leave those alone, please.
They're mine.

I'm sorry, Alec.

I was just looking.

Hey, is there anything else that comes
to mind about that trip?

What like?

Well, anything unusual.

Look, I told the woman nothing happened.

And this is the way you went?

Yes.

See, it's funny, because I could have
sworn that we found the ticket from

Rotterdam to Hull.

No.

Yes. Well, we came back through
Rotterdam.

You all right, son?

Working with the Romanian orphans, you
know, can be a harrowing experience.

Yeah, well...

See, it gets you thinking about what's
important and what isn't. Oh, I'm sure

does. Oh, by the way, what were you
doing last Thursday night?

I was here all night.

He was?

Oh, well.

Well?

We've narrowed the knife down to one
Sheffield factory.

Eight? Well, no, the manufacturer's 14
,000 a year.

Stock it's all over Glasgow.

Well? Aye, aye, I know. I've started
already.

You'll make a detective, yeah?

Oh, talk to me.

Tell me, Jake.

Tell me where you were from Tuesday
night and who wanted to get rid of you.

The van.

How closely did we look at it?

Dusted, photographed.

Like you said, fine -tooth comb.

That'd be not fine enough.

Alex.

What are you after?

I need to talk to you. What?

You're in deep shit here.

Did you say anything to the police?

Yes, yes. I told them everything I could
think of. Did you say anything?

What do you think? You're my big
brother.

It doesn't matter a monkey's fat what I
think.

It's what they think.

Look, they're not playing games here,
understand?

So just keep your mouth shut, right?

You tell him or will I?

Maybe we should buy flowers.

Stolen? Well, it's like not there
anymore.

Oh, well, we'll bring her back when
they've done with it, eh?

Maybe I'll turn up.

You're going to make damn sure it does,
Inspector.

Hell can that be, son. I'll get it, Ma.

So where's the van?

Across the road.

Oh, come on.

We'd more need to sit out the next
waltz. It's a Paso Doble, by the way. I

care if it's a Nissan Dorma. Get your
arse into gear.

See you, Ma.

Close the bloody door then. Aye, but...
Just shut it.

There's no light.

Hey, Mace, don't ever do that to me
again.

I never scared you, did I?

I was just up changing the light bulb.

But how did you get in?

The door was open.

Oh, this is insanity!

Shit!

Patricia! Patricia, I'm sorry!

He came out with us last night and
helped with the soup run.

We got back here about 11.

I left him here in the kitchen about 11
.30 and went upstairs to bed. He said

he'd wash up.

Did you hear any noise?

Talking? Anything?

There was no noise around here at night.
I'd be worried.

I just assumed he'd gone to bed.

He's the only one that stays here.

Well, we're a mission to the poor and
homeless, not a hostel.

I put Alec up last year as a temporary
measure.

And you stay upstairs alone?

Yes, yes, I do.

There is a matter of some delicacy.

I'm not really sure... No, I wasn't
sleeping with him since you asked.

We're sorry we've... Oh, don't
apologise.

I lost my husband a few years back, Mr
Taggart, and since then the

S word and I have been completely
changed, separated by the year.

More's the pity.

Alec was a good -looking young man.

I just came in this morning to do some
odd jobs, and I was up changing a light

bulb.

I never seen nothing till the minister
opened the door.

And there he was.

Where do you stay, Hamish?

I've got a skip in a car park in
Tradesden.

No fixed abode?

Time of death, approximately 12 o
'clock.

He was definitely stabbed with a broad
-bladed knife.

Curry and Kosleski drive to Romania.
Within a week of their return, they're

stabbed.

I can't help thinking that this van's
the centre of it. You'd better find it.

Jackie. Sir. Go and see this boy's
family.

I know, I know, it's the short straw.

We'll meet together at six o 'clock. And
Michael, I want that van.

Hello?

Hello?

Mr. Curry?

Mr. Curry?

Is that it?

Where is it?

Are you for a social?

I'm Sergeant Reid, Maryhill CID.

Do you have any neighbours around at
all? Neighbours?

Neighbours? Where do you think you are?

You haven't got a drink on you, have
you?

Mr Currie, there's no easy way to put
this.

I'm afraid your son's been stabbed.

He's been fatally wounded.

Wounded?

Well, I suppose, then.

No, no, he's passed away.

He's dead.

Get off her, for God's sake!

What's wrong with you?

She says you are dead.

What? She says you are dead!

What the hell have you been up to, you
swine?

I'll chan your ass for you so long!

I haven't done nothing, you mad old sod!

Who said I have?

I tell you.

The next time the police was at the
door, you were at your backside. Shut

Break it up.

Look, I'm not here about him. I'm here
about your son.

That is my son, Brian.

No.

No, Mr Currie.

It's Alexander.

Oh, Alec.

Oh, he's fine.

He's up at the mission.

It's a Sherpa, look. You can't miss it.

Yeah, it's got a big sign on the side.
Scottish aid to Romania.

I contacted the Romanian side of things.
A doctor, I'm Ilescu.

According to him, they left Romania in
high spirits. No problems. Right.

What happened to you?

I've just met Curry's family.

No wonder he left home. His father's an
alcoholic.

Good experience for Alec, eh? What do
you mean?

Hamish was just telling me that Alec was
a volunteer counsellor at the same

place as Kisleski's wife.

That's how he met Kisleski. Walk you
out.

Right, come on here.

You can take them home to get changed.

There you go, Frankie.

The chemist is open.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

We're in the money!

Look out!

Alex said that they needed an
interpreter, and Jake volunteered, as

As usual.

Give him a good cause and he'd step
forward.

He and Alex were very alike, come to
think of it.

And now this.

Were they alike in any other way?

What's that?

Two men in the road, living, eating,
sleeping together.

I'm not sure I appreciate your line of
questioning.

We have to establish exactly what was
happening in Romania.

And the trip back?

Well, you're barking up the wrong tree.

I'm sorry about Alec.

Desperately sorry.

But I really can't help you anymore.

Do you believe her?

No reason not to.

I think she's lying through her teeth.

That's what I like about you, untouched
by the cynicism of the job.

So the father knows nothing, the wife
knows nothing.

Come on!

You cheered up?

It was the day they got back from
Romania.

Jake had gone tearing off in the van,
Alec ran out after him.

Go on.

I'm not a good ass, you know.

Tell them what you told me.

Why should I?

Don't waste my time, son.

Tell him.

Alec looked funny.

Kind of scared.

So I asked him what was wrong with him
and he said nothing.

He told me to go back inside.

And that's when I saw the guy jump out
of the car.

He grabbed Alec by the throat.

This man.

What did he look like?

You'll not see a grass.

Trust me.

I don't trust a boss.

Then trust me.

He'd red hair and an earring.

A face that even a mother couldn't love.

And this was the day they came back from
Romania?

20 minutes after they arrived.

All right, Hamish.

We'll show you some photos. See if you
recognise anyone.

Could this be important?

Who knows?

At this stage of things, I'll take
anything as going.

Found out who supplied the van. Who, eh?

I'm okay!

Why didn't you tell us you'd supplied
the van?

I tell a couple of hundred vans a year.
Yeah, well, find this one.

Right.

It's a shared pollutant on a sea plate,
145 ,000 miles on the clock, and he

bought it for 9 .50 cash.

So Koslewski buys the van, he pays cash?
Yes. No!

No, Jake didn't buy the van.

But the van was registered under
Kozlewski. Look, I'm telling you what

right? It was a young lad, Curry.

So Curry bought the van. Now, was there
anything unusual about the sale? It was

an old van. I mean, I have a dozen for
sale tomorrow. I am just the agents for

the sellers. They come in and they go
out.

Right. Could we have a copy of the bill
of sale, please?

Yes, take it.

Thank you.

Hang on.

You've got Brian Curry down here.

His name's Alec.

Oh, Brian, correct. That's right enough.

The bigger one.

Brian.

Just look at those dates.

Brian bought the van in the third. Yeah,
because Lesky didn't register it for

the 28th.

So what's been happening in between?

Gone somewhere, Brian?

I don't know.

I don't know nothing about what he does.

How did he take his brother's death?

Tells me he's upset, then he pisses off.

I've got a mouth on me like a navvy.

Did the boys get on, Mr Currie?

Fought like ferrets in a sack.

Sending her mother to her grave, the
bastards.

Did Brian ever mention buying a van?

A van?

He can't even drive.

You couldn't see away clearly skin as a
couple of balls, could you?

First time we've ever tapped a police.

Look, if he does come back, I'd
appreciate it if you'd persuade him to

us. Talk to you?

He's hardly said a word to me since he
got back from Holland.

Brian's been in Holland?

Aye.

Rotterdam.

A job like.

Nothing with Doug's abuse, I go. What
was this job?

Same as he done here.

And what was that?

He worked in school.

A technician.

A lab technician.

Can we see his room, please?

No.

Here we go.

I think we'll get a contact address.

I want a word with you.

I have to tell you, Jerry, these last
few

days have been about the worst of my
life. Now, just let me finish.

We're involved in damage limitation
here. Do you understand?

Of course I do.

Then stay away from Cameron's wife.

What? You heard.

That meant to mean?

Don't you insult my intelligence.

It's got nothing to do with you anyway.
It has everything to do with me.

I am bringing in Cameron to take over
from Jake and the last thing I need is

two swapping blows.

So the choice is yours.

It's hers, actually.

What? She's chosen. She wrote me a note.

It's over.

Oh.

Oh, well, I'm... I'm sorry.

Look, I have to go now.

Oh, listen, there's something I have to
talk to you about. No, not just now.

I've got a shortbread meeting. And
you've got a tutorial. Now, don't let me

down. Yeah, but... Later!

Right,

good little runner.

Needs some attention.

There'll not be a print on it worth the
name now. Come on.

Shall we not wait and look under me?

I think this looks like a job for a
sergeant.

Him.

And him.

Oh, and him.

It's not just the ones you know.

It's the guy with the red hair.

All right.

Hold you.

You all right?

It's oily, it's greasy, and it's wet.

Aye, but can you see anything?

Oh.

Hang on.

A box.

Mild steel.

Empty, though. But it was welded to the
bottom.

You could see where they'd taken a
chisel to it.

Smuggling.

Curry and Kivleski.

Doubtful. Maybe they didn't even know
they had it.

I want a photo of that barn and all our
news bulletins. It's been kept somewhere

for the past three days.

If we find out where, we've a chance to
nail him.

Are you going to try and keep clean for
five minutes a day?

Bingo.

Yeah, that's him. That's the one.

Are you sure about this?

Would you forget that face?

Do you know him?

Oh, I know him all right.

Stevie Diller?

100 % sure.

So?

Alec Currie is spotted talking to Stevie
Damer 20 minutes after he arrives from

the continent.

Who is he?

Damer?

He's a heavy.

The first rank of the government.

Come.

Excuse me, sir, are the TV people here?
No, thanks, Jackie. I'll be right out.

Well, gentlemen, let's get on with it.

We are anxious to trace the whereabouts
of a Luton van.

Registration number C403TFS.

Any persons who think they've seen this
van recently, or indeed think they know

where it is now, should contact Maryhill
Police on 041 -946

-3276. And that number again is 041 -946
-3276.

Time now for a look at tonight's main
news headlines, with Gordon Sutton

us in service.

Oh, hello.

Is that Maryhill Police Station?

Well,

I just wanted to say that I've seen that
van that was on the telly. Uh -huh.

It was parked outside an old warehouse
just across the road from me.

23 Willowbank Road.

Oh, hang on. There's somebody at the
door.

With the demo?

Mm -hmm.

We're police officers.

You don't waste much time, do you?

Any idea who ran, sir?

Not a clue.

Oh, well.

Come on, then.

I was told to keep clean.

Well, that's fresh.

Oh, there's a chisel.

What a mess.

Aye, aye.

I'll go and get a bag, shall I?

Why did you get a car? I'd have come and
got you. I hate that car.

But I've got it for you.

No, you got it for you. Your American
dream car, just like this place is your

Scottish dream home.

You've changed your tune.

I didn't choose a thing here, Cameron.
You did it all. You said you loved it.

I love the Kelvin Grove Museum. It
doesn't mean I want to live there.

Jerry Hill's flat suit you better.

Okay. Okay, you want to talk?

Let's talk.

Why have you changed?

Why have you stayed the same?

Put that bottle down.

Give me one good reason.

I don't have any, Cameron.

I've none left.

Two methyl amino, one phenyl propanol
hemihydrate.

Come again?

Ephedrine. They were smuggling it in the
bottom of the van.

It's used for contracting blood vessels
in the mucous membrane.

Clears your nose.

You don't murder for cough medicine.

Aye, but if you've got the right gear,
you can manufacture ecstasy.

There was enough room in that
compartment to smuggle 20 ,000 tabs of

Almost a quarter of a million quid's
worth.

They'd murder for that, all right.

Brian Curry bought that barn.

He put a compartment in it and sent them
off.

And Kislevsky found out about it?

They've set up a lab somewhere, and I'll
bet that's where they're hiding now.

There's not a sign of Curry, Dahmer or
McGovern.

The lock -up's there, in Dahmer's
house's office.

And Curry's flat is there.

We can't do a house -to -house. They'd
have cleared the stuff out before we'd

moved tenure.

Ah, Dahmer's a mammy's boy. He'll be
back.

If only to strangle her for setting them
up.

Well, Stevie boy, where do you fancy?

Maldives? Singapore?

I'll take you to Rossi with my mum.

You'll be able to buy Rossi three times
over when it is done. Oh, I... Listen,

I'm away for some fives. Ah, well, keep
your head down.

All this gear around makes me a tad
nervous.

I knew what he was thinking.

See what I got there, didn't you?

Ta -da! Hey, Violet Damer.

Look at you.

Lovely, isn't it? Very nice, Ma.

Oh, here.

I'd never guess.

I had the police up.

Did you see where I was?

They weren't interested in you.

What? No, no, no.

I phoned them up.

What are you phoning the police for?

You've been getting bothered for their
wains next door, Ma.

Have you? Not at all. I was helping them
with their inquiries.

Oh, aye.

I just thought to myself, I'll show them
we can be as honest as the next.

Neighbourhood watch?

That's the game.

Anyway, I tell them about that van.

What van?

There was a picture of a van on the
telly, and I seen it just there.

And that was it?

They're very grateful.

Oh, I bet they were.

What are you looking at?

Look, Mum, I've got to go.

Now, don't you phone anyone about
anything.

You hear me? You hear me? All right.

But, Stephen, you've not had your tea.

Bean, did you get them? Get what? Your
fags.

Fags, am I?

We'll get through there. The first batch
is ready.

Frankie, I can't keep it together here
much longer.

Look, I'm sorry about Alec. I'm cracking
up here.

I'll be the one that does the cracking,
son, okay?

Look at this, Stevie boy.

A thousand dabs. Close on 20 grand's
worth.

Listen, Frankie.

Something's happened.

Right, come on, you... Get off me! Get
off me! What are you doing, you rips?

hear rips?

Stevie, Frankie McGovern couldn't give a
course about you.

He couldn't care whether you sink or
swim.

Now, you tell me all you know. It might
reflect better on you at your trial.

I mean, what have you got to lose?

My face.

How long do you think your mum will keep
going with you back in jail again?

Tell me all about it.

For her sake.

You're only a young boy, Brian.

You could be inside for a long time. You
could be thirsty before you come out.

Just imagine that.

Thirsty.

Maybe McGovern forced you to do it.

I mean, did he suggest that you use your
brother as a courier?

Better pay for the van, eh?

Were they frightened that Alec was going
to grass on them?

He didn't deserve to die, Brian.

He's got to have control, didn't he?

Secrets.

I will tell you a secret.

I will tell you a secret.

Okay, Frankie.

Suppose you tell me all about it.

Okay. Where do you want to start?

I'll give you the whole story.

Secrets.

I'll tell you a secret, Callum.

Woman dallies in sex for love.

Man dallies in love for sex.

Kenneth Young.

76042. Bye.

Me and Stevie found out we could get
some gear in Holland. And Brian...

Brian Curry.

Aye. Brian had been doing a wee bit of
work for us.

Handy boy with the chemicals, by the
way.

HNC, you know.

Anyway, his brother was dotting back and
forwards to Romania.

And he needed a new van.

All I did was make sure he had one.

Was the left luggage department
underneath?

Well, they've all got to make a living.

All we had to do was make him stop in
Rotterdam for the day.

And Robert's your nephew.

So, Alec Currie and Kozlewski knew
nothing about it?

No.

They come back over from Holland, and
then this Kozlewski character goes AWOL

with a van, chasing after his wife, poor
sod.

The next thing we know, he's deeding the
vans in the pound.

So Stevie and Brian Currie go round to
have a word with Alec to find out what

happened. And that stupid bastard Damer
goes and stabs him.

So you can see, my hands are clean.

What? You had enough ecstasy there to
send half the country up the wall.

Supply and demand, son. Supply and
demand.

So who's demanding?

You give the kids a job and you'll put
me out of business.

I'm punting happiness, just like the fag
companies and the breweries.

Only difference is the government
doesn't tax me.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't know about that.
I don't drink or smoke.

Does it not get a bit lonely in this
job?

Cut a crap.

Why did Kozleski get killed?

Search me.

Kozleski's no down to us.

We were all in Edinburgh that weekend
and we can prove it.

The last thing I needed was Kozleski
getting topped.

You haven't got any sugar -free gum,
have you?

Hello, could I speak to Chief Inspector
Taggart, please?

You look all in.

Oh, I'm raring to go.

Give me a brick wall, I'll bang my head
against it.

I thought you arrested them this
morning.

Oh, we did, we did.

It went like clockwork.

Confessions, the lot.

Only problem is...

Cos Levski's death has nothing to do
with drugs or infidelity or any damn

that we can find out.

I'll get you tea.

Supper now, I suppose.

Oh, there was a message for you. Must
have come while you were driving home.

A Jerry Hill phone from the university.

Says it's urgent.

What are you doing here?

I should have thought that was obvious.

He should be here.

He's not at home and the keys haven't
been signed in.

and prints, photographs.

Every piece of paper looked at. Esda,
the law.

All of it, sir? Aye, all of it.

Yep, that's what I thought you said.

This whole set -up stinks, Michael.

Dear Jerry, I don't want to hurt you,
but I really think we shouldn't meet

again. I know you will understand.

Patricia? Oh, hi. I thought... Going
somewhere, Mrs. Freel?

Taxi. I thought you were a taxi.

I'm afraid the time shall have to wait.

It just got too complicated, so I wrote
him a note and told him it was off.

And you haven't seen him since?

No.

Where is he?

Messing.

Jake Koslewski went missing too, didn't
he?

Can I ask you why you're in such a
hurry?

Oh, well, um, I came here with certain
expectations and things just haven't

worked out that way.

How'd your husband take that?

On the chin.

No tearful pleas.

It's not the Scottish way. I guess
you've got to be strong, Ard.

Beep, beep.

Police are anxious to trace the
whereabouts of university lecturer

They say that he's been missing for the
last 24 hours and they're now deeply

concerned for his safety.

And now the Clydeside weather. Looks
like it's going to... There.

You can't keep quiet now.

I'm sick and tired of being told what to
do.

You asked for my advice, for God's sake.

You don't give me the advice I want.
Then don't bloody well ask me for it,

I'm sorry, George.

I'm sorry.

I'm not getting at you.

Then tell the police.

Please.

If you come with me?

They'll probably lift me again.

I'm not going on my own.

Where's your husband now?

He's upstairs resting. He's got his
sights set on the shortbread price

and a liver transplant tomorrow.

Maybe he's not as hard as he thinks.
They never are.

Well, if you don't mind... In fact, I do
mind.

You're staying here until I find out
where Jerry Hill is.

Excuse me.

Have you a search warrant?

I'm just looking.

Well, what can I show you?

Cheesecake?

Lasagna?

Oven chips?

Chops?

Excuse me, sir.

That's Sergeant Reed in the blower.

I've got a name for you, sir.

Hill's written it down next to our
telephone number.

A Kenneth Young?

Yeah, and what looks like a student
registration number?

Excuse me, Professor.

Can I have a word, please?

Oh,

um... Would you excuse me?

In an hour's time, you can have all you
want, but now... Now, look.

One of your staff has been murdered, and
another one has disappeared.

You don't think Jerry's in danger?

I want information about a man called
Young, Kenneth Young.

What? Hello.

Oh, hi, Rose. Go on away through.

Kenneth Young?

Yes.

How did you get his name?

Jerry Hill tried to phone me just before
he disappeared with information about

this guy Young. We think it's linked to
Jake Kozlewski's death. Now, who is he?

Who was he?

He was one of the most brilliant
students I ever taught.

He was talented, an athlete, died in
1977, 22 years old.

Oh, it was a dreadful business. The
parents were shattered.

I remember they couldn't face going to
pick up his things from his room.

He was 22?

Yes. Oh, there were no suspicious
circumstances.

There was an inquest, a post -mortem,
the whole bit.

How did he die?

Oh, what was it again?

Oh, yes, viral pneumonia. He'd been out
on a hill run the day before. He'd had a

bit of a cough.

He'd gone to sleep and he never woke up
again.

We built a cairn for him at the top of
the hill.

Jake used to look after it.

All the student records are in the
archive.

The only computer I've seen in 86, I
think it was.

What, as always?

Every piece of research work.

Theses, degrees, everything to come out
of this place. Now, it should be along

here somewhere.

Oh, yes.

Woodford. Young.

Alistair. Fraser Young.

Kenneth Young.

It's empty.

There is no way that this should have
been removed. This is outrageous.

Well, you say his parents couldn't face
collecting his gear. Yes, that's right.

Well, who did?

Well, I don't know.

Ewan is his best mate.

Ewan? Yeah, Ewan Kennedy.

That's short, Brad.

Going Home by Cameron Freel.

Thanks for a Wally Close by Rose
Riverbank.

Robert II by Roderick Murray.

Oh, hello, Michael.

Forensic, I've identified all the prints
from Jerry Hill's office.

Surprises? Yes, sir.

Ewan Kennedy.

And The Scheme of Things by Ewan
Kennedy.

Now, truly, this was the strongest field
we have had in the Shortbread Prize.

And let's see who the winner of this
year's McGregor Shortbread Prize for

Literature is.

And it's Ewan Kennedy for the team of
Singh.

Well,

I mean, I've made speech prepared.

So I'd just like to dedicate this to the
people of Glasgow.

Would you mind coming on the phone,
please?

Is this a joke?

I'm not laughing.

It's not a good check.

Of course my prints were in his office.

I went to see Jerry last night.

Why? He was writing an article for the
magazine.

He got... I'll show you the contract, if
you like.

I was there ten minutes.

In a good mood, was he?

You don't think something's happened to
him?

I mean, he was up to high dough.

Said something about carrying on Jake's
work.

Did he say anything else?

Did you notice anything unusual?

No, I don't.

Wait a minute.

He looked like he was, well, hiding
something.

What?

Like he was putting something behind a
book.

Does the name Kenneth Young mean
anything to you?

No.

The only Kenny Young I know died 15
years ago.

Yes.

It's just that his files have gone
missing from the uni.

And we think that Jake Kosleski and
Gerry Hill have been looking at those

Gerry?

Well, I mean, you were Kenny Young's
executor.

I swear.

I got his portable TV and his Pink Floyd
LPs.

Did he leave anything else behind?

He was a student.

Skint.

What else could he leave? His overdraft.

Right, how can we help you?

Jerry Hill came to see me the day before
yesterday.

He was asking about a client.

What client?

I've been an alcohol counsellor for ten
years. I've never seen anything like

this.

This client was pretending, you see.

Pretending to have a drink problem.

No papers.

Manuscripts. Well, there was nothing
when I got there.

I never got any of that.

Why didn't he ask his old roommate?

He found them.

Who's that?

Cameron, of course.

Cameron Friel?

Rob, keep Friel at that reception.

Found it.

Kenneth Young's file.

Secrets.

I'll tell you a secret.

That's Kenny's manuscript.

Yeah. April 77.

And this was published in 81.

He's copied it.

Fields went and copied Kenny's story.

Kosleski must have found out when he was
translating.

A murdering bastard.

Look, hold on.

Friel was in our custody when Kutleski
was murdered.

When he was estimated to be murdered.

He's already gone, sir.

Aye.

And I bet he was stone -cold sober.

But Krugleski was still alive, while
Friel's in prison, and he phoned.

Aye, he phoned all right, but remember
how distorted it was.

Jim, you owe me a whiskey.

Stephen, I'll buy you a case of whiskey
if you can answer me this.

If someone was killed on a Tuesday,
let's say, put it in your freezer, taken

two days later.

Now, would that affect your calculations
of the time of death?

It's a driver coaching horses right
through them, especially on a hot day.

You see, we calculate it from the
ambient temperature. That's the rate the

bodies cool down and... Hello?

Jim?

Jim, are you there?

Because Lesky was still alive and
thirsty.

Phoned his wife.

Now, that message was left for Freel.
We've gone far enough.

I have to tell you, I've given it all
I've thought. I'm going to my

He doctored the tape.

I'm sorry, it's gone to this. He killed
Kozleski on the Tuesday, then played

that down the phone on Thursday.

Right.

Oh,

Patricia.

Missing him already?

This one's loaded.

Cold tea.

There's a lot of that where you're
going.

You take your share of the good times
and bad.

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