All language subtitles for Taggart s11e01 Prayer for the Dead

Yeah? Money?

Chance of a lifetime, ladies. Take my
word for it.

Ah, you know you want to.

Get a life.

The place was almost deserted by the
time I got here.

Any witnesses?

No, really.

What about these guys?

Waste of time.

They're on another planet.

Right. Let's get the dogs in.

Test the place for drugs.

Come on, please.

His name's Scott Graham.

He's a builder's labourer from
Shawlands.

He was also a drug addict.

Figures.

And a practising homosexual.

Well, takes all kinds.

Drugs or the fall?

The fall.

Pushed or did he jump?

He probably flew, the amount of drugs he
consumed.

Sorry, it would be such a nuisance.

You're not the first middle -aged man to
come in here suffering from a mild

heart attack.

Middle -aged, you're very kind.

Right, Mr.

McVitie.

Any idea what brought this on?

Heated argument.

Then I felt this tremendous pain in the
chest and that was that.

I think it frightened Jim more than it
frightened me. Jim?

Jim Taggart, my chief inspector.

The person you had the argument with?

Yes, he holds these very passionate
views on this pure heroine that's being

on the street.

More deaths are caused by heart attacks,
Mr McGritty.

You're going to have to change your
lifestyle, I'm afraid.

Oh, and stay clear of argumentative
chief inspectors for a while.

I have no comment

Found traces of drugs.

Nothing substantial.

What all happened to you?

Apparently Scott Graham was knocking
back everything on offer.

Brain's completely fried.

My boyfriend?

No idea.

Everyone was totally stoned out of their
minds.

About the party.

What do you say, Ray?

Must have been a few gatecrashers.

They usually leave via the window.

Who's your dealer?

Get him a doctor, eh?

Jack.

I was on my way to see you. Heard about
your problem. Opened the car radio.

It's a little embarrassing.

Yes, well... You won't be long, will
you? Two minutes.

I've spoken to the doctor, Jack.

Knowing how long these things can take.

My hopes are to be on my feet in a few
weeks.

I think you're being somewhat
optimistic.

In the circumstances, I feel we must
have someone at the helm.

Someone to man the ship.

Aye.

I'm going to recommend that Taggart be
made acting superintendent in your

Not the perfect choice, I know, Jack,
but we haven't got anybody else

at the moment.

Still, a few strategy meetings at
headquarters should keep him out of your

Superintendent McVitie's had a heart
attack.

He's in hospital.

A heart attack?

Sometime this morning, that's all I
know.

I had a hell of a row with Tiger over
this heroin problem.

Who's on the cards?

I've been trying to get a hold of Mrs
McVitie. She didn't know about it. You

leave that to D .S. Reid.

Carry on with the murder inquiry.

I haven't been to bed yet.

Just show a bit of enthusiasm, eh?

If you're looking for Mr Tiger, he's not
here.

He's summoned to headquarters.

We made acting superintendent.

Do you know where she is?

No.

No, it's all right.

Yeah, I'm sorry if I bothered you.

I can't get hold of Mrs. McVitie.

I've tried everywhere.

Tried the Bearden Arts Centre.

Arts Centre?

That's where you'll find her.

How do you know that?

Mrs. McVitie?

Hello? Mrs. McVitie?

Yes?

Detective Sergeant Reid, Maryhill
Police.

Yes?

Mrs. McVitie, your husband's been taken
to the Glasgow infirmary. The infirmary?

We believe he suffered a heart attack.

What?

What happened?

Well, I understand he was having a
slight argument with Mr. Taggart. An

argument?

I'm sorry, that was probably the wrong
choice of words.

Mrs. McVitie?

Hello?

If the subcontractors can't deliver on
time, then we get a local firm.

I don't care.

My main concern is that this section is
finished by the fourth of next month.

My apologies.

Stuart, don't forget we've got that
bloody Chinese delegation for you any

now. You'll sort something out, won't
you?

It was an important meeting, Harry.

My car was stolen last night. I've been
at the police station.

You should have been here.

Day, date, time and place.

I mean, it's simple enough, isn't it?
I've been up all night, sir. Yeah, well,

don't let it happen again.

That's for you.

Yeah, Jordan?

Yeah. Go home and get a few hours sleep,
eh?

Where?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

Average repeating with a blunt
instrument.

Was she dead before being dumped in the
river?

Almost certainly.

Anything else?

I would say she's had rather a hard
life, Michael.

Hard life?

Scars, some of which had received rather
crude medical attention.

The most recent stab wound, I'd say.

Anna Polanski.

Polish?

Detective Inspector Jarvin. Yes?

It's Anna Pulaski.

She's not in at the moment. If you want
to leave a message... Are you a friend

of hers?

A neighbour.

She was found murdered this morning.

Anna! Could we have a look at her flat?

Yeah.

You shouldn't let him bully you.

It's not Jim's fault.

It could have happened at any time.

That's not what I was told, Jack.

Please, Marjorie, that's enough.

I have to get to college.

Who are the others?

Don't know.

Miss Pollock would like you to identify
the body later.

I didn't really know her that well.

We have to make sure the body we have is
Anna's. But the photograph... We have

to be certain.

Just concern yourself with getting
better.

Forget about Jim Taggart.

Jim and I are old friends.

Can I have a word, please, Mrs McVitie?

Mrs. McVitie, your husband needs peace
and quiet.

He will be all right.

I need to do some tests.

However, I would suggest that any visits
be kept to a minimum, particularly from

his colleagues. What was that chief
inspector's name?

You mean Taggart?

Yes, especially Taggart.

Good morning, Joan.

Mrs. McVitie, this is a surprise.

I'm sorry about... So am I.

I do hope he's going to be all right.

Early days, Joan.

Well, we're all going to miss him.

I've come to collect his personal
things. Of course.

Go right in.

She has no relations, as far as we know.

We've got a foolish community in
Glasgow, have we not?

Yes, sir.

What are you doing sitting in my
husband's chair?

Marjorie, we made acting superintended.

You just couldn't wait, could you?

Who am I? You've always been jealous of
Jack.

The truth be known, you engineered this.

Hey, Marjorie.

Hello. Hello, Jean.

Do you want the good news first?

What happened?

I've been made acting superintendent.

Wonderful.

Oh, well done. You deserve it, Jim.

Well, Marjorie McVitie doesn't think so.

Marjorie? Oh, I don't understand.

Jean, here's the bad news.

I've been promoted because Jack has
suffered a heart attack.

Oh, dear.

Poor Jack. Is he going to be all right?

Oh, aye.

I don't know if I'll survive it, but...

Listen, Jean, I want you to do me a
favour.

I'm assuming I can go through with this.

How can I help you?

Does the name Anna Pulaski ring a bell?

Anna Pulaski?

No.

She was found dead this morning.

She'd been murdered.

Poor woman.

I think originally she came from Gdansk.

I know every Polish family in Glasgow.

I never heard of Anna Polaski.

Is that strange?

Well, as I do not know of her, when she
didn't want to be known.

Paul. Paul,

let me introduce you to Jackie.

Hello. Paul came over from Poland,
especially for Maria's wedding.

Nice to meet you.

Paul Holmes from Vedan.

Would you like to dance?

Why not?

Come on.

Thank you.

What could she possibly have done to
deserve that?

Would you take me home?

I'm sorry, I'm rather busy.

I'll get you a car if you want.

No, it's all right.

Give us a ring if you remember anything.

I know this is a million -to -one
chance, but do you happen to know a girl

the name of Anna Pulaski?

From Dansk?

Her body was dragged out of the river
this morning.

She'd been murdered.

These are terrible times.

Would you like me to make inquiries when
I return?

I have connections.

Yes, I know it. Good.

You return my favour, Jackie.

Like what?

You come to the party with me tonight.

What party?

Family.

Polish people are great ones for
celebration.

I don't know.

Probably half a date.

Well, think about it.

Did you tell them anything?

What did I tell them?

It's going to cost more.

Who cares? Just keep it coming.

Fergus!

Eh? I hope you don't talk in your sleep.

I never sleep.

Good night.

Any luck?

No, not really.

How about you?

Helen Pollock identified Anna.

Soapgrass? Maybe they've given Taggart a
chauffeur.

Jordan, Reid, come in.

Close the door.

Just popped in to see how you're coping.

Well, sir, with Superintendent McVitie
in hospital and DCI Taggart... This

murder investigation appears to be
painfully slow.

We are having difficulty establishing a
motive, sir.

That in turn has made the investigation
more complex.

I don't want excuses.

No, sir.

I want results.

This is a chance for you to shine,
Jordan.

Yes, sir.

What about Yuri? Are you up to it?

I've always carried out my duties to the
best of my ability, sir.

This investigation reflects on us at
headquarters.

I'm sure you appreciate that.

Yes, sir.

Very well. Carry on.

Yes, sir.

When was the last time he investigated a
murder?

Forget it.

He's got nothing better to do.

Forget it?

Like water off a duck's back.

Well, that's him scrubbed off the
Christmas card list.

Thank you.

I've collated mixing colours of vehicles
parked in the area at the time over a

few registration numbers which may or
may not be correct. Keep trying.

There's a black taxi mentioned here.

Yeah, that's right.

Mrs. Lee Archibald?

Yes. Mrs. Archibald, this is DC Gibson,
Maryhill Police Station.

Yes. Mrs. Archibald, do you own a Golf
GTI?

Yes. Could you tell me where it was
parked last evening about 11 .30?

No. No?

My husband borrowed it. He's had his
Mercedes broken into so many times.

Um, can you tell me where I can get in
touch with your husband?

Why? Routine inquiry.

Well, I'll get him to call you as soon
as he comes in.

I'll have my husband call you as soon as
he gets home, officer. The black taxi.

Oh, one of the witnesses said he thinks
the guy pushing drugs at the party was a

cabbie.

Why would a witness say that?

Because the guy drove a taxi.

Well, you would, wouldn't you?

We found this photo at the dead girl's
flat.

A taxi?

We've got a connection with Scott
Graham's death.

Check out licensed cab drivers.

They all have their photographs and
their applications, don't they? Yeah,

Please don't stay too long.

Gee!

I didn't know what to bring you.

I... I thought they may have put you on
a diet or something.

God knows I could use that.

Thank you, Jim.

Glad to see you're all right.

That's the sort of thing that happens to
other people, never to yourself.

Yes.

Jim was very cut up about it, what
happened, the way it happened.

Tell him not to worry.

Marjorie! I suppose you're here making
excuses for your husband.

Well, you know me better than that. No,
it is.

I've always known Jim envied Jackie's
promotion, but I never expected such

underhandedness. That's not true.

Ladies, please.

Jim

has

his fault, but no matter how much he
loves his job, he would never sacrifice

friendship for promotion.

I'm sorry, but I must ask the both of
you to leave.

Look what you've done.

I can't even visit my own husband now.
Perhaps it's for the best. What do you

mean by that?

Don't be so silly, Master Dick. You
haven't had the last of this.

No, I'm sure we haven't.

There's nothing here.

I've gone through the index on the
previous three drug -related deaths.

There's no sign of a black cab.

Goodbye to 91.

You after a transfer?

Oh, I'm impressed.

So you should be.

DC's appraisal interview.

Tag up.

Oh, dear.

Rory McLeod, Hex University.

Was expelled for possession of drugs.

Drives an old black taxi.

There's no present address.

Information came through the collator. I
checked with her. Believed assault on a

girl with a knife two weeks ago.

Dr Andrews mentioned that Anna had a
recent scar.

We've got him.

I've had these calculations checked.

We need to change the connection detail.

Yes.

Where were you last night?

What's the matter?

The police have been making inquiries.

What sort of inquiries? They didn't say.

What have you been up to, Sam?

Nothing, I swear.

I hope you haven't been getting up to
your old tricks again.

Darling, I was with Harry.

Must be some mistake.

Well, I hope for your sake there is.

Darling.

I told the police you'd contact them.

I want you to do me a big favour.

Polly, she said.

Anna Pulaski.

P -A -L -L -E -S, I remember.

She discharged herself.

Discharged herself?

Didn't want to get involved with the
police.

Something that's done back to herself in
Poland.

Strange.

Strange?

The particulars are not on the computer.

Perhaps somebody slipped up.

No.

No, I entered them in myself.

Yeah. Yeah.

Both the hospital and the doctor's
records are missing.

Missing? It's as if Anna Pulaski never
existed.

Somebody must have remembered something.

The hospital sister remembers the night
that Anna was brought in with the stab

wound. Anna said something.

That she feared the police more than she
feared her attacker.

The sister got the impression it was
something that stemmed from her

Have you checked with the Polish
community?

Nothing.

Although... Although what?

Nothing. Was it possible she was at the
party?

Her name hasn't come up.

But we know for certain that MacLeod was
there?

Yeah.

I wonder if there was time.

Time for him to leave the party and kill
Anna?

Hmm.

Yes, that's possible.

Thank you.

Anybody, Annie?

Shouldn't think so.

In you look.

On MacLeod?

Yeah.

It's Scarlet Pimpernel.

We seek him here, we seek him there, we
seek him every bloody where.

Keep trying.

What are you doing here?

I just thought I'd let him away home.

She certainly will have a struggle,
considering... Considering what?

Considering she was pregnant.

Pregnant?

Nice trip.

Everything go all right?

No problem.

Join me if you like.

I'll see you in the morning.

Aye.

See you in the morning.

Irina!

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Police bearer?

Paul's a policeman.

Didn't he tell you?

No. No, he didn't.

I'm sorry I've troubled you.

Very nice.

I thought you were going home.

I dropped in at the mortuary.

No wonder you looked depressed.

Anna. She was pregnant.

Pregnant? A couple of months.

Oh, God.

I need cheered up.

Me too.

You fancy a drink?

You don't drink.

I almost forgot.

Come on.

I'll buy you a large lemonade if you buy
me a large gin and tonic.

Look, whatever happened to Anna Hatton,
there's nothing we can do about this.

How can you be so insensitive?

She just happened to be in the wrong
place at the wrong time. That's all.

I don't believe you, McLeish.

Believe what you like, but I'm warning
you.

Don't go shaking your mouth off. Go to
hell.

That damned woman.

Who, Marjorie? Who else?

You were supposed to smooth things over.

The things that woman said.

You may be no angel, Jim, but what are
the likes of her insinuating that you

intentionally brought about Jack's heart
attack so that you could take his job?

Listen, Jean.

We've both had a hard day. Forget
supper. I'll get one of these takeaway

Thank you Naomi.

That guy was attacked, beaten up, left
for dead.

Another guy, a Samaritan who was
traveling on the same road, saw him.

And his heart was filled with pain.

Don't eat me.

I am alright.

Naomi? Come here.

You've been up for a couple of days.

I've tried all kinds of indices.

Social security, tax office.

They all come back the same. My address
unknown.

Someone's hiding them.

Any joy with the company?

Not registered with the district
council.

Look, you've got to admit, it's pretty
smart.

Jump in the cab, buy your smack, out to
the next junction.

Send me a red robe or street corner
dealing.

I've got to find out the identity of the
other girl in that photograph.

I'd like to use the press.

We'll have to ask Acting Superintendent
Taggart's permission.

DS Reid.

Yes.

We'll be right there.

A girl's body's just been found in the
river.

The second hip operation with your
mother is out of the question. It's a

of money. Your mother is senile, Mr.
Campbell.

I must do what I can.

She's been like this for nearly three
years. Why put her through all that

unnecessary pain when we both know she
will not walk again?

the photograph.

Died before she was dumped in the river.

Weapon? Blunt instrument.

Possibly a piece of hardwood.

There were also minute samples of blood
under the fingernails of the right hand.

The killer's? Quite possibly. She put up
a desperate struggle.

Nothing. Not even a bus ticket.

This one's not pregnant.

I'll let you know.

The photograph connects the two girls
and they've got the same M .O.? If it is

the killer's blood underneath the
fingernails, then we're in business.

Blood samples from every suspect?

Every one.

You never know what might turn up.

And if they refuse?

Well, they've got something to hide,
haven't they?

Got that?

Yeah. Thank you.

The body in the river?

We've got an ident in the prints.

Well? Name's Lucy Ferguson.

One previous conviction, short -lived in
Aberdeen. Last known address, the

Sandalwood message.

Do we know it?

It's a kind of halfway house, the room.

It's run by a priest, an evangelist.

I'll try in here.

Can I help you?

I'm Detective Inspector Jarden.

I'd like to speak to someone regarding
Lucy Ferguson.

You'd better see Father Doyle.

Go back to the Social Security office.

Tell them you know Derek's last address.

Play it cool.

Don't blow your top this time.

See you later, Janet. Let me know how
you make out.

This is Detective Inspector Jarden.

It's about Lucy.

Lucy?

Lucy Ferguson?

No, we'd got a change of clothing.

Lucy travelled late.

She's not been here for a while, has
she?

The refuge is not a permanent address
for any of us.

Backpack.

Did Lucy have her backpack with her?

No, she didn't.

Wouldn't go any way without it.

It's part of the image, you see. A free
spirit.

What about boyfriends?

I don't know his name.

I think he might have driven a taxi for
a living.

We'd take in anyone.

We're all God's children.

I wish I could help you further,
Inspector.

Quite a few girls stay one night.

Move on.

Sure. I would remember her.

You don't keep a register?

A register?

I want to encourage the girls, officer,
not drive them away.

MacLeod, we have got to find him.

Maybe he's the father of Anna's baby.

More than likely.

The telephone number's in the wall.

Wall? What wall?

The hallway in Anna's flat.

My cloud's number, it could be there.

Some of these are so faint.

Get the wall photographed and set. Have
them blown up.

Oh, damn!

You're making a hard job of that.

Yes, I am, aren't I?

Rob, I need a photographer.

And I thought the day that she will be
wherever.

Would you get him to come to 14 Kilmer's
Crescent? I usually get to help old

ladies across the road.

Don't get too many damsels in distress
this side of Stocky Hall Street.

Yep, I'll hang on here, eh?

Let me get this straight, sir.

You didn't park your wife's car outside
the apartment block... I told you.

I was with a colleague from work. We
were having a drink.

The car was parked outside the public
house, nowhere near this block of flats

you keep referring to. The car couldn't
be in two places at once, Mr...

Obviously somebody's made a mistake or
given you false information.

What's the likelihood of two cars
running around Glasgow with the same

registration number?

Are you 100 % sure you have the right
registration number?

Officer. My job is civil engineering. I
employ 800 people. I'm a very busy man.

Now, if there are no more questions...
The name of your colleague?

The one who can verify your story?

Harry Clyde.

As in the river.

When I was in trouble, I called to the
Lord, and he answered me.

Oh, yes, he answered me.

Lord, save me from these liars and
deceivers.

Well,

I must say that was great. Wonderful.

And we have had some great meals.

What was the name of that restaurant,
Harry?

The one we never stopped talking about.

Wolfgang. No, not Frankfurt.

Krakow.

This restaurant was used by the old
communist regime.

Well -kept secret. They treated us like
royalty, didn't they, Harry? Yes.

I reckon we must have boosted the Polish
economy that night by at least 50%.

Mind you, we did have something to
celebrate.

The company had just completed a $200
million oil refinery for the Polish

government six months ahead of schedule.
Darling, Susan was there.

Why don't we trip the light fantastic?

Don't.

If you keep doing that, we'll have no
fire.

Dead men's shoes.

What in heaven's name are you talking
about now? I don't want this promotion,

Jean. It's only temporary. Why don't you
sit back and enjoy it while you've got

the chance?

You don't understand.

I understand only too well.

Michael and Jackie, they're quite
capable, you know.

I'm not so sure.

You don't mean that.

Jean, I've got this gut feeling
something's wrong.

All they need's a wee bit of luck.

Hiya. Hello there.

You all right?

Must have been a valve.

I'll give you a lift home.

They say there's never one around when
you want them.

You'd think it was the perfect
relationship, wouldn't you?

I don't really care.

Sam's bisexual.

You know that.

Sam?

I've covered up for him many times.

Not Sam, surely?

I feel sorry for Lee.

She knows.

He promised faithfully. No more affairs.

So why are you telling me this?

One of Sam's boyfriends died at the
party the other night.

Died?

Police have been making inquiries.

Sam wants me to give him an alibi.

Only this time I'm not sure I'm doing
the right thing.

Oh, don't get involved, Harry.

Please. I owe him.

If Lee finds out the marriage is over, I
can't let that happen.

haven't I? No, it's OK.

There you go.

Would you like to come in?

I've got to get back.

I've got to go away for a few days.

It's my parents' silver wedding
anniversary.

Perhaps when I come back?

Perhaps. See you around, eh?

Sam. Certainly not.

This is on me.

I ain't pleased.

Why all the fuss?

Company's going to pay anyway.

What are friends for?

Cheer up, Susan.

It may never happen.

I think we found that black taxi.

The statement you hear from Mr Sam
Archibald, managing director of a big

engineering company.

They're building that new office block
near the city centre.

Yeah.

He denies being at the party.

Who?

He fits the description of Scott
Graham's boyfriend.

It's just... They're two completely
different characters.

It doesn't make any sense.

What do you mean? Two different
characters?

Scott Graham's boyfriend was dressed in
a black leather studded biker's jacket.

Er, Mr Harry Clyde, please.

Sam Archibald probably still wears long
underwear and suspenders to keep his

socks up. Ah, Mr Clyde. Just the very
man I've been trying to get a hold of.