All language subtitles for Taggart s12e02 Angel Eyes

What do you think?

Too stripey.

That one?

That's pleasant, but I couldn't live
with it.

Ta -da!

I think I'd have to see it a different
light.

Yeah, but of the three, that's my
favourite.

Yeah.

Mine too.

Just wanted a second opinion.

Are you forgetting we're on night?

I'd like to.

I'd love to get started in this place.

Oh, very highbrow.

Broadened the mind.

All right.

All right.

Now, listen, is that your other half?

How long have you been together?

Three weeks.

Did he always pick his nose, or is that
something you taught him?

I should have stayed in Edinburgh.

They do say that travel broadens the
mind, and I've been around.

I left my heart in San Francisco, my
knees in Amsterdam, and my tongue's been

that many places, I think, since KTV.

Are you being fair?

I'll check this out.

Hi.

Hi, William.

Are you asking for it when I'm not in
here tonight?

Well, maybe I'll get it then.

Don't listen to him. You look gorgeous.

So where's Brian? On the sofa?

Well, actually, he's meeting me here.

Good. He needs to get out more. That's
what I keep telling him.

Where's your other half tonight?

Retail management evening classes. Well,
that's what he tells me.

It's ten o 'clock.

I think you've been stood up as well.
You better not.

I know. He goes for a drink afterwards
with these retail students, right? And

they sit around and they talk about shop
fittings.

You speak too much of each other anyway.

If Gordon and I had lived 100 miles
apart, we might have stayed married.

She won't check out the prox. Why not?

Anybody have six numbers in the lottery
yet?

Five?

Four? Yeah.

In that case, I'll have a large gin and
tonic, please, doll.

I love a rich man.

Our polythene palm over here, she looks
as if she could day we were.

To certainly do with something.

Oh, would you take a look at that? It's
the Masons.

Quick, you do in the front. Row up your
trouser leg.

Look, you didn't need to dress up for
me, doll. I'm not that grand.

Here, is that your feather?

No. Oh, it must be somebody's feather.

Did you wander in here by mistake or
something, fellas?

What? What was that?

Oh, you thought this was an odd fellows
convention.

You're damn right about that.

Listen, I feel a song coming on. Hi,
Bertha, will you hit that tape for me?

is a wee number for that lovely boy
that's buying me that gin and tonic.

you very much.

By mistake. I've gone the wrong way.

She's drifting about. We've all seen
this. Girls drifting about in the

unattended.

She doesn't know where to go. Alan, what
have you done? Is this the discotheque?

Help me. I can hear a stagecoach.

V?

They did the decorating very cheaply.

Yeah. It was about half the price. You
were off duty.

I'm just going home, sir.

Perhaps you'd like Strathclyde Police to
pay your telephone bill as well, eh?

Look, I'll speak to you later. Bye.

Night, sir.

Fraser!

Yes, sir?

You wouldn't be moonlighting, would you?

Moonlighting, sir?

Another job.

Who would I find the time to do that?

Well, some people do.

They usually have rings around their
eyes as well.

I'd just stay up late and read.

I'm not interested in your personal
life.

Just get some sleep.

DS, read.

Yeah, got that.

Michael?

Bangles are quite spelling nice.

There's been a murder in Kelvinside.

Thank you.

Death was caused by strangulation,
probably from behind.

I'd say he fell on the floor and then
was dragged up onto the bed and then

stripped naked.

Was he sexually assaulted?

No visible evidence of it.

Interestingly, the body seems to have
been washed clean.

Normally the bladder empties itself.

What was he strangled with?

Well, to judge from the width and
appearance of the mark, I'd rule out

dressing gown cords or rope of any kind.

A scarf, perhaps.

It's been warm.

Not scarf weather.

There's no possibility of it being one
of those autoerotic self -asphyxiation

things that went wrong.

Well, it's not easy to knock yourself on
the head, strangle yourself and then

dispose of the evidence, but I'll
consider it.

Just covering the less than obvious.

How can you be so sure that his clothes
were taken off after he was strangled?

His shoelaces are still tied.

We're saying a forced entry.

What do you think?

Lover's quarrel.

Fairly typical of these kind of
relationships.

You mean heterosexual couples don't
quarrel?

You know what I mean.

Detective Inspector Michael Jarden, Mr
Gardner. This is my colleague, Detective

Sergeant Reid.

Who could have done this?

We were kind of hoping that you might
tell us.

Well, I came home and found him.

He was supposed to meet me at the
Wallace.

That's a gay bar in Argyle Street. But I
thought maybe he couldn't be bothered.

He couldn't always be bothered, you see.
He suffered from arthritis in his

fingers, which is why he gave up
playing.

He was a musician like me.

Oh, sorry, I'm talking too much, but...
but I feel I have to.

What exactly was your relationship to
him?

Well, he was my other half.

We'd been together 40 years.

So who's his next of kin?

Well, I am.

You mean a blood relative? Well, he has
a daughter, Angela, but we don't see

much of her.

Mr Gardiner, perhaps you'd be more
comfortable talking down at the station?

Thank you.

Mr Gardiner, when did you last see
Brian?

Tonight at tea time.

We had tea together at Angel's Cafe.

And what time did you leave him?

About half past six.

I left to go to the concert.

He was going to watch it on television
and meet me at the Wallace later.

When you left the concert hall, did you
go straight to the Wallace?

Yes.

Well, you could ask Jamie.

I met him there.

Who's Jamie?

Jamie Johnson.

He's a friend.

Yours or Brian's?

Of both of us.

If we wanted to speak to him now, where
would you find him?

Oh, he'll be at Club Eros now.

He'll be there till about four in the
morning.

And how would we recognise him?

Oh, that's easy.

He's wearing a T -shirt with an angel on
it.

You already got out of jail?

Everybody starts running away as far as
they can check out my TV.

I'm a man of the past. I'm a man of the
past.

I'm a man of the past. I'm a man of the
past. I'm a man of the past.

I'm a man of the past.

Why should we be using any politician's
reasons when climate change is easy to

take care of? The things that continue
to insult my intuition are the ones that

make me crazy about how I am.

It's everybody's thought of the way of
the earth that's checked out by me.

As a matter of fact, I'm nothing more
than a scatman.

I'm a scatman.

Where's the scatman?

I hope you don't think Gerald had
anything to do with it.

What was the nature of your friendship
with him?

They were just the first two people I
met when I came out in the scene.

I couldn't believe they'd been together
so long.

They helped me come to terms with a lot
of things.

What things?

Being 18 and gay.

That was enough.

Was it purely on a friendship basis?

Do I look like I'm into elderly couples?

They were just really great guys.

They were devoted to each other.

Okay, they had their bits on the side,
but... Bits on the side?

What bits on the side? Just like most
couples.

They never rowed about them.

How do you know? Look, I just know.

If Gerald had killed Brian, he'd have
been devastated.

Not laughing and joking.

Ask Phoebe at the bar.

She spoke to him too.

Is that me, then?

What do you do for a living, Jamie?

I run the Go West Gay and Lesbian
Bookshop in Howard Street.

If we need to speak to you again, we'll
contact you there.

It's OK.

All my family know I'm gay.

Look at that man.

Michael and I had to go to Club Eros
last night.

It's a new gay disco.

Oh, is it?

It's just off Royal Exchange Square.

It's absolutely packed.

What's that?

It's all their yesterdays.

What have you got there?

An address book?

That's as good a place to start as any.

That's my dad.

Mr. Dryman?

No, that's him.

So what do you intend doing about it?

Her friend is helping us with our
inquiries. Friend?

That man wrecked my parents' marriage.

In what way?

He was always there.

He was always Uncle Gerald. Uncle Gerald
this, Uncle Gerald that.

We never even had a holiday without
Uncle Gerald.

How old were you when you found out?

Sixteen. The same year Mum died.

I bloody needed psychiatric treatment, I
can tell you. Don't exaggerate.

I'm not exaggerating.

Bounding in each other's arms on the day
of the funeral? It wasn't the day of

the funeral. It was long after that.
That's not what matters. What matters is

that man.

I can't even say his name.

You just said it.

Oh, I'd love to stand up in court and
tell my story. I really would. Like I

said, Mrs. Dryman, he's just helping us
with our inquiries at the moment.

Is your father's mother still alive, I
believe?

She's psychogeriatric.

She doesn't even know what day it is.

That's what it all did to her.

When you release his body for burial, I
want to be kept informed.

Where's the next of kin? You will be.

Here's my card. I work at the DSS.

Whatever happens, I don't want that man
arranging the funeral.

You think he just chose to murder his
partner after 40 years?

Is that it?

People do murder their partners after
that length of time.

Marjorie and I have been tempted.

Yes, sir.

Everyone has rows.

If they were a married couple and it was
his wife we found naked and strangled,

he'd be the first person we'd have to
eliminate.

You don't expect me to treat him any
differently just because he's gay, do

That's an excellent point. Thank you,
sir.

So, he leaves the concert, drives home,
strangles his partner, strips him naked,

goes to the Wallace and behaves as
though nothing's happened.

All in half an hour?

It just possibly could have done it in a
time.

Thanks.

Fraser, wait.

It could have been a row that was
brewing for days, for all we know. In my

experience, there are people who are
capable of complete detachment.

An excellent point too, sir.

40 years?

I can't get my relationships to last 40
minutes.

How did you know Gerald and Brian?

Through Jamie.

They were sort of guardian angels to him
when he came out in the scene.

Did you mix with them much?

Did you ever hear them have arguments
about anything?

Plenty of times.

Terrible arguments they used to have.

Over which conductor did the best Mahler
5 or something like that. Real

relationship -breaking stuff.

So nothing more serious than Mahler 5?

Well... I met them in the supermarket
once, squabbling over which colour of

roll to buy.

But then who doesn't come across these
crises in their lives?

Look, if you're holding, Gerald, you're
wasting your time.

You can let us be the judge of that.

They never write about anything.

Not like us.

We're always arguing.

Been together longer than 40 minutes,
then?

Six months, actually.

Just one other thing.

Why do they call it the Pink Pound?

Because the Pink Pound is paying for all
this.

Sorry. You are?

Stephen Harding.

Can I help you?

I own the Pink Pound and the Go West
bookshop and the hairdressers across the

street. Look after the Twinkies and
they'll look after your pocket.

Twinkies? Twin income, no kids.

Any businessman who doesn't recognise
the profits to be made out of the gay

community has to be blind.

So you'll be familiar with the cafe bar
angels?

I own that, too.

Follow me. I'll take you there.

And three cappuccinos.

My specials are steamed cow's liver,
lapache au seuf, which is rabbit cooked

with mushrooms, sliced chicken with fig
cooked with cinnamon and coriander

seeds, red mullet with chives cooked
with double cream, and quail with fresh

tarragon served with grapes.

I'll just have a coffee, thank you.

Yeah, me too. We have six kinds of
coffee. Mocha, Kenyan, Colombian,

with fig, Green Mountain or Black
Russian.

Just a cappuccino, thank you.

I'll try a beanies with fig.

One of them for me too.

Thanks, Robert.

Nice place.

Thank you.

I wanted to give gay people non -tacky
places to meet, like they've got in San

Francisco or Amsterdam.

Do you think it'll take off in Glasgow?

Sure. Why not?

In fact, I'm opening a bar soon next
door.

That'll be something a wee bit
different.

Mr. Harding?

Stephen. We're... Please, call me
Stephen.

We're investigating the murder of a Mr.
Brian McGill.

He and his partner ate here yesterday,
early in the evening.

Robert?

He'll know.

Can I have my phone, please? A Brian
McGill and some other guy. Were they in

here yesterday evening?

The two old guys, the musicians.

They often come in here about three
times a week.

One of them's going off to play in a
concert.

Did they leave together?

I think so.

Yeah, yeah, yes, they did. They did.

Did you hear what they were talking
about?

They didn't talk. They just read the
newspapers.

That's what they do mostly when they're
in here.

Read the newspapers.

Thank you.

Get your order.

Does that satisfy you?

Oh, yeah.

My woman's intuition has just had a
boost.

Do you have a lady I can use?

Sure.

It's next to the gent.

You seem very young to be a detective.

Sorry.

Grandma, you're not taking it in.

Brian's dead.

Do you understand that?

He was murdered.

The police think by that man he lived
with.

All those men.

Brian's in prison, you know.

He robbed a bank.

He didn't rob a bank, Grandma. He's not
in prison.

He lived with that man, Gerald,
remember?

And then he went there and he saw all
those men.

It was Gerald who went to prison,
Grandma, 40 years ago, when Dad was

Mum, remember?

Brian's... He won't be coming to see you
anymore, Grandma.

Grandma, we'll come and take you to
Brian's funeral, okay?

Oh, that would be nice.

How is it you always get a reaction out
of her?

Charisma.

Everyone we spoke to said the same
thing.

They never argued.

They were a devoted couple.

The greatest passion in their lives was
music.

I'm inclined to agree.

And three hours before the murder was
committed, they were sitting in Angel's

cafe, reading newspapers.

So, what do we conclude?

Picked up a stranger and brought him
home?

Well, there's lots of places he could
have done that.

From what you've told me, there are now
a lot more.

That's the wrong attitude.

We need the full cooperation of the gay
community. The last thing we want to do

is to put their backs up.

That's an excellent point, sir.

I just don't like these kind of cases.

Well, at least you admit your prejudice.

I'm not prejudiced.

I'm sorry, but that's what it sounds
like to me.

I just think these relationships are
unnatural, that's all.

That's quite a narrow viewpoint, if you
don't mind me saying so, sir.

Yeah, well, it happens to be my
viewpoint, Fraser.

I'm not apologising for it.

Right, I'm off.

Oh, by the way, did I hear you talking
about decorators doing your flat up

cheaply?

Yes, sir.

Mine needs doing up badly.

Who are they?

They're just a couple of guys.

They're called cowboys.

I hope they're not.

Well, come on. What's their number?

Hello, I'm Mick, and this is my
colleague Roger. Hi.

Cowboy, is that your service?

You're early.

Come in.

I've just moved in.

I can see that.

Yeah, right. Well, what I'd like is a
quote for the whole house.

Paper in here in the bedroom and paint
everywhere else.

Oh, this is the paper for this room.

Ah, that's very nice. How did you hear
about it?

You came recommended by a colleague.

I say we do most of our business.

Word of mouth.

Satisfied customers.

You'll find her completely professional
and very tidy.

Good.

I'll go and get dressed, then you can
measure up in the bedroom.

It

must

have come as a terrible shock.

I just hope he didn't know what was
happening.

Do the police know anything yet?

Well, they're talking to everybody.

They think Brian might have picked
somebody up and brought him back to the

Do you think that's what he did?

I don't know.

I've written out a list of his favourite
hymns.

Oh, he hated the morbid ones, like Rock
of Ages.

Or Love That Will Not Let Me Go, that
was his favourite.

Give no objection to We'll Meet Again.

It's very popular.

Now, a lot of our musician friends will
want to pay their respects, so I thought

a string quartet would be nice.

That sounds most appropriate.

I don't want any pretenses, Ian.

No evasions.

Of course.

Another job landed?

He's nice.

I saw him first.

And there's a wrong bell I ring it A
wrong note I sing it Nobody does it like

me And there's a problem I duck it I
don't solve it I just muck it up

Nobody does it like me And so I try to
be a lady I'm no lady

I'm a fraud And when I talk like I'm a
lady What I sound like is a broad And

that's the wrong way to get a guy The
right way to lose a guy Nobody doesn't

like me Nobody doesn't know Nobody
doesn't know

Nobody doesn't like me Follow that

to have your attention for a moment. I
promise not to spoil your fun.

My name is Detective Inspector Jardine
from Maryhill Police Station.

Show us your lights down.

As you know, a regular customer of this
bar was found murdered two nights ago.

So we need to speak to as many of you as
possible in case someone saw him.

We believe he may have met a stranger at
any of the well -known picking up

places in the city.

I have a team of detectives with me
tonight.

All conversations with these officers
will be treated in strictest confidence

and you can be assured of a sympathetic
approach. Thank you.

Who needs bloody sympathy?

You misunderstood me.

Aye, and what do you think this is, a
hospital?

Aye, the trouble with him is he's been
watching far too many episodes of The

Bill.

Don't say it.

If there's a wrong way to do it... Close

the door.

I'm releasing the body for burial. The
next of kin will need to be informed.

That's his daughter, sir. I'll do that.

Tell Mr Gardner as well. Let them fight
it out.

If you say so, sir.

Well, Michael, there is just one more
thing.

There was hostility last night, I
believe.

Yeah, a little, sir.

Nothing we couldn't handle.

We're going back again tonight with a
different crowd.

Cases like this, Michael, require trust.

Try and behave a little less like a
policeman. Get in among them. Use first

names. And dress down a bit.

Get rid of the suit. Jeans, something
more casual.

Make them feel comfortable.

Just unbutton it a little.

I've got some notes here.

I want that one... ..that's always cut
out the new hymn book and stuck in

the old, by Kool Saloon or something.

By Kool Saloon.

Then,

after the coffin's been brought in, the
Lord is my shepherd.

Did your father have any particular
favourite?

Derek.

He was...

Very fond of all the traditional ones.
He was a musician.

Oh, Derek, could you get that?

Derek!

Sorry about that, Mr. Kinkler.

So we start with Rock of Ages as the
first hymn by Kool Saloham's Shady Rill

and then The Lord's My Shepherd.

Are there any special messages you'd
like me to... It's Gerald.

What's he doing here?

Would you like me to... Hello, Angela.

I'm sorry, Mr McClure.

This is... I've come to talk to you
about the funeral.

I'm arranging it right now, and you've
got a nerve coming here.

Well, it's all arranged.

I've asked a friend of ours to conduct
the service.

That's what I came to talk to you about.

You've arranged it? What bloody right
have you got?

Is there some sort of family
disagreement?

This man is no member of the family.
It's been arranged the way your father

would have wanted it. I'm his daughter,
and you're telling me I can't even bury

my own father.

You took him away from me and my mother,
and now you want to take his body away

as well. And who are you to tell me how
my father would have wanted it? Oh, for

goodness sake, Angela.

Your father's past caring who buries
him.

I met a guy in Club Eros once. Told me
he knew a guy who'd picked up this guy

Edinburgh who was into putting his hands
round people's throats. You know,

choking them. Like Dennis Nielsen. Do
you know who he was?

The guy who told me or the guy this
other guy picked up?

Any of them.

Well, the guy who told me was a Billy
somebody.

I'd know his face because I don't forget
faces. But I've not seen him since.

And did they describe him?

No, sorry.

You hear about all sorts of weirdos.

Thanks for talking to me, David. If you
do think of anything, you can always

call me on this number.

Just ask for Jackie.

OK. Thank you.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You look great.

People willing to talk?

They're willing to talk, but whether
what they're talking about helps us is

another matter.

That's the station number if you need to
get in touch. Okay.

Cheers.

Hi.

How's it going?

Fine, sir.

Come on, Grandma.

Sit down.

I don't want to talk about suffering.

I don't want to talk about grief or
sadness.

We all know those emotions. We all feel
them deeply.

I want to talk about joy.

Brian was a man who gave.

As a musician, he gave the joy of music
to many people.

But Brian had another gift.

A gift of love.

This he gave to his partner of 40 years,
Gerald.

He gave that love with unselfish heart.

Call yourself a minister?

You're supposed to condemn this sort of
thing.

This is your fault. I knew I shouldn't
have let you arrange it.

My father doesn't even get a Christian
service.

You can make a fool of yourself, but
don't ever make a fool of me.

You support what's going on in here.

He was your father.

Just let him go in peace.

Oh, come on, Angela, and sit back down.

You go back.

I'm having a private funeral at home.

Let's sing one of Brian's favorite
hymns.

Oh, love that will not let me go.

What about him, Ollie?

No.

If you pick up a man tonight, pick one
up for me too. Any particular shape?

Hair colour?

Eyes? Six foot six.

Broad and dark.

And eyes would be nice.

I'm keeping that one for myself.

Well, whatever happens, I want you in
your best behaviour tomorrow.

Is that your thing? Thanks a lot for
coming.

I'm so glad you could come, Phoebe.

Terry, we have people now.

Oh, quite on time. Thank you for coming.

See you again sometime.

Yes, indeed.

Bye -bye. Bye.

You keep laughing, love.

Oh, I'm going to try.

And don't sit at home, OK?

Promise? Promise.

Thanks very much for coming, boys.

Thank you.

I'll maybe see you at the Wallace
sometime.

That was a lovely service, Ian.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry about Angela.

We all know what she's like.

Listen, I hope you thought out your
differences.

Take care.

Hi, Jamie. That's enough.

For goodness sake, you don't need to do
that.

I'm getting him domesticated.

If I lay anything else on this tray,
you'll be getting a divorce. Oh.

Would you like Gary and me to spend the
night?

Oh, would you?

Thanks. You'll be all right, Gerald.

Well, I hope so.

You see, I don't think Brian made a
will.

For all I know, I could be homeless.

I tell you, this has been me since
Tuesday.

I've had a terrible week. You see, we've
got this new couple moved in next door.

One of each, a clone and a hairdresser.

I tell you, have we got anybody in for
Edinburgh here tonight?

No. No, good. We'll all be in their
beds, you know.

Anybody here for Dumfries?

Off to Marty. Look, the last time I saw
a mouth like that, I flushed it.

Poor Sal.

Look, he's only out for the day.

Do you have a light?

Sorry, I don't smoke.

All right, all right, all right.

Look, you've never noticed.

You never see Clark Kent in the same
room.

Are you here on holiday?

I work here. I'm going to university
this fall.

Excuse me. Hi.

And that's why you'll never see this
young man over here in the same room as

bucket of shite.

Cosmopolitan life Medical

What's your name?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Is that Detective Constable Fraser?

Yeah.

Who is this?

This is Angel Eyes.

If she didn't come home last night.

Martin Carroll!

If you're still in bed, I'll kill you.

We'll be with you in a minute.

Hello, Andy.

You couldn't make that sound cooler if
you tried.

Yes, the strangulation marks are
identical.

I'm more than ever convinced you're
looking for something wide, like a

I could tell you a lot more if somebody
got rid of this parrot.

That's a fine way to talk about your
only witness.

Here, boy.

Here, boy.

No, I don't.

Well, you do it.

Come on.

That's a good lad.

Yes.

You're a beautiful boy, aren't you?

Here we are.

There.

Well done. Good boy.

Yes.

Splendid.

Clothes stripped off.

Almost exactly the same pattern.

Shoe laces still tied.

Oh, he was obviously entertaining
somebody.

The corpse is also incredibly clean,
like the last one.

Can you be more precise?

I see hundreds of corpses, and rarely as
clean as this one, or indeed that of

the first victim.

So what are you saying?

I'm suggesting that he washed both of
them after he killed them.

All the things I said about me split up.

I didn't mean any of them.

I was angry.

Have you got anyone at the moment?

No, since you.

I told you then, there'd never be
anybody else. That was ages ago.

I find loving homes for all of them.

I can't find one for myself.

You will.

I thought we were going to.

But I was wrong.

It wouldn't have worked, Andy.

So stop it.

I tried to top myself after you left.

You never knew that, did you?

I swallowed 50 aspirin, washed down with
a bottle of cleaning fluid.

I had to have my stomach pumped.

The surgeon said I was a walking
miracle.

You didn't do that, Andy, did you? I'll
show you the hospital records.

I was dead for 20 seconds.

If there's a God in heaven, then I was
this far from him. Which hospital?

The Royal, I think.

I don't know.

I think I'd better go.

Just like that?

I've changed, Stuart, a lot.

I'd be different now.

I'll be as great as you want. I'll do
what you want.

I'm sorry, Andy.

I've got a career now.

My own life.

I can't jeopardise that.

I'm his sister.

I was picking him up to take him to a
wedding of an old school friend of mine.

He lost his driving licence three months
ago.

Did you know he was a homosexual?

Of course I knew.

I've known since we were kids.

He was a lovely man.

He didn't deserve this.

He must have been very close.

Closer than some married couple.

Is there anyone else we should contact?

Parents?

No, they're both dead.

What did he do for a living?

He was a solicitor.

He worked for a firm called Monson and
Bryce in Bath Street.

Well, his body... I mean, was anything
done to him?

We won't know that till the post
-mortem.

Make us a cup of tea.

Hi!

Well, did you get the bath done? Off a
Christmas tree?

We just make sure they stay on the
Christmas tree.

More places like this, I'll never have
to go back to San Francisco.

Oh, right, that's where you're from, San
Francisco?

Montpellier, Vermont.

Gay capital of hell.

Hi, dear.

Hi. Let me get you a drink.

No, I'm sorry, we're not here socially.

There's been another murder.

It happened last night.

Oh, my God.

A number of people in here tonight might
have seen the victim.

You do what you can to build something
up. They're all entitled to one person.

Michael! Have you met Stephen Harkins?

He owns this and some other gay
businesses in the town.

What do you think this is?

It's called a telephone bar.

It's a new way for people to meet. We've
got a gay killer running about this

city. What we don't need are more places
for them to meet.

Come on now. Two people have died
because they picked up a stranger.

A stranger who could be in here with his
third victim. Where would you rather

people met?

Public toilets?

Delvingrove Park at night?

I'd rather they didn't, me.

Not well this is going on.

Excuse me.

Why is he the problem?

My God, Michael, who are you to make
moral judgement?

I'm trying to prevent another murder.

Do you call that cooperation?

Stuart and I have spent a week earning
people's trust, and you march in and

it. Look, I want the corporation as
well. So, you'd close down their meeting

place, the very place where they're
helping us?

It's not the same thing, Jackie, and you
know it.

All I know is that if we hit a wall of
resentment in silence, that won't be my

fault.

There's really no need to apologise.

I don't think many people even notice.

You know what it's like.

Don't eat bread among your crowd.

You must get so tired fighting your
corner.

Actually, I'm not gay.

I'm bisexual.

Oh, look, I am so sorry. I didn't mean
to... Some people think that's having

best of both worlds.

And it is.

Of course it is.

You're the waiter at Angel's, aren't
you?

I manage angels for Stephen.

Sorry. Were you in the Wallace last
night?

Yep. Did you see this guy?

Don't remember him now. How about you?

No, sorry.

Thanks.

I don't care, Derek. I'm taking it.

How the hell did you get in?

Angela, will you handle this, please?

I want you to leave. Both of you.

This was my father's, and I'm taking it.
You're taking nothing from this flat,

Angela. You've got no right to be here.

This was our home.

Your father's and mine.

It was Dad's flat.

You only lived here with him.

Well, I still have a right to my
privacy. You don't have a right to

I want you out.

I want to know which of these
possessions are Dad's.

Everything was bought between us.

The piano was Dad's. I know that because
it belonged to my grandmother.

I'm not getting into these arguments.

I want receipts for everything.

Just go away and leave me alone.

Look, I'm selling this flat and taking
everything that's Dad's. And what

you owned between you, I want a list of
for my solicitor.

You boys work late? Had a long lunch.

You're doing a good job.

Thanks.

Listen, have some toast. I've got some
beers here if you want some.

Oh, very good of you.

So you don't drink, eh? A man with no
vices.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Here.

Do you see Fraser?

Look, don't ring me here.

Listen, Stuart.

I might have some information about the
murderer you're looking for.

You wouldn't want me to give it to
anyone else but you.

Would you?

A profile.

An accurate profile of the type of
person he would have picked up and

home that night.

Well, he wouldn't have gone home with a
librarian who wanted to talk about

church architecture.

Or anyone pretentious.

Or anyone outrageously camp.

Does that narrow the field?

So who would he have brought back then?

He liked good -looking young men.

Who might look slightly dangerous.

Dangerous? Not in a threatening way.

Martin liked people that were flawed.

Were there ever exceptions?

There were always exceptions.

Would you come to Club Eros with me?
Point out these people?

Of course.

I used to go there a lot with Martin.

It's nice to go somewhere the men don't
chase you.

I don't promise to be so restrained.

Martin had an expression that summed up
the type he liked.

Angels with dangerous faces.

Gerald.

You've always liked a powerful machine,
haven't you?

Guess me around.

Look, I've had the locks changed.

And I've also had a talk with my
solicitor.

If Angela wants to carry on this
vendetta, she's going to have to do it

the proper channels.

I've lived there for 27 years, and I do
have some rights, you know.

I'll tell her.

Or you could also try to get her to
behave like a human being for a change.

Once she gets an idea in her head, you
know what Angela's like.

Yes, and I know you.

I know you're not as spineless as you
make yourself out to be.

You know what I was remembering the
other day?

The night before your wedding.

What were you writing there? The Harley
Davidson, wasn't it?

The old dream machine.

Oh, you were quite the dream machine
yourself in those days.

Not that you ever appealed to me.

All that grease and black leather. Oh,
but I can see how it appealed to Angela.

Happy days, eh?

I also remember who you spent the night
with before your wedding.

He was on a Russian ship on the Clyde,
wasn't he?

I remember you both on the bike tearing
up Argyle Street.

Angela doesn't know about that.

I was drunk, so was he.

Don't worry.

We all have our youthful indiscretions,
Derek.

Just don't forget what your backbone's
for.

On that operating table, when I died, I
saw God, Stuart.

I swear I did.

It changed me.

It changed my whole life.

I'm a different person now from the one
I was.

You brought me here just to tell me
that?

I just wanted you to know it, I thought.
Look, I haven't got all day, Andy.

What I know.

It's amazing.

You could wrap this case up tomorrow and
be in line for promotion.

Well, what is it then?

I don't care for nothing.

I want something in return.

Oh, forget it.

You're throwing away the chance of a
lifetime.

I'll take the gamble.

I saw the guy in the paper. Like you saw
God on the operating table.

You wouldn't know the truth if it hit
you in the eye.

Red t -shirt!

Go Westgate and Lesbian Bookshop.

Oh, hiya, Jane.

How you doing?

Oh, yeah, I'm fine, yeah.

No, totally dead here today.

Is that right, yeah?

Oh, I haven't watched it again.

Oh, it's been really good, yeah.

Listen, Jane, I'll phone you back, OK?
One sec.

Hey,

what have you got under there?

Go on, get out.

I thought he took something.

Do I have to keep my eye on your
business as well as mine?

And he's only a wee boy. He shouldn't
have been through there anyway.

Gary, you let him in in the first place.

How did you find me?

With difficulty.

We thought you were full -time at the
Wallace.

Chance to be a fine thing.

It's about your performance two nights
ago.

Was I too blue?

No.

We'd like you to look at this
photograph.

Look at the poor sods that got muddied,
isn't it? He was probably in your

audience that night.

Having seen your act, I would say you
must watch them quite carefully.

Do you like my act? I think you should
give up trucking.

I was born in a truck. My mother was
never out of them. You could say I come

from a long family of truckers.

I recognise this face, though.

He was standing at the back.

Ten past twelve?

That late?

Ten past twelve for me.

He was talking to that young American
boy that runs that cafe.

Angel?

That's the one.

I just saw them talking, though.

Mr Garland, you've been a great help.

Look... You won't tell anybody at the
Wallace that I do this in my spare time,

will you?

Could be a better thing.

I'll have the Ratatouille. And Roger
wants to know what fennel ramekins are.

They're moulds made out of fennel, perno
and double cream.

I'll have the Ratatouille too.

And two beers, please.

OK, two beers.

Robert, I need to talk to you.

I'm working.

No.

Now that I look at him properly... Yeah,
he did talk to me, but only for a

minute.

Now that you look at him properly?

I showed you his photograph the other
night. You didn't recognize him.

You've had his poster up in Angels for
the past two days?

We have a lot of posters up in Angels.

Not of people who have been murdered?

We have one of the guys about to be
murdered.

By lethal injection in Texas for a
series of gay murders he never

He's black and gay, the kind you people
find easy to pick on.

No one's picking on anybody. I was there
when you suggested we shouldn't have

places to meet.

The point is, you lied to us.

Lots of guys talk to me.

I can't help it.

And I don't remember all their faces.

He asked me for a light.

Asked if I was on holiday.

I told him I was going to university in
the fall, and that's about it.

Your memories recovered extremely well.

I went to Club Beerus by myself
afterwards. I don't even know if he

I had no reason to remember him.

Cheers. Thank you.

What happened?

I spoke to him.

For about 20 seconds.

What, Martin Carroll?

And you didn't remember?

Seems I have to remember every person I
meet.

Thank you. Sorry about that. Everything
all right?

Yeah, fine, fine.

Don't worry.

Thank you.

Well? Too squeaky clean.

And he's American.

Well, that should matter.

Martin had a relationship once with an
American.

He turned out to be married.

He never really got over it.

The guy in the suit, he seems to own the
place. He's not exactly an angel with a

dangerous face, is he?

Well, I told you, there are always
exceptions.

What do you think?

Very house and home.

Michael, uh...

I'm sorry about... You don't have
anything to apologise for.

Yeah, well, old theme.

This is off.

Just a bedroom to do now.

Evening. Evening.

Evening. Well, I'll see you out.

Were the two guys Fraser recommended?

Yeah.

Let's hope it doesn't just all peel off

Bye.

Oh, what now?

I don't like the way we left it.

I want to see you again.

Oh, can I come in?

I brought you a present.

He needs a good home.

Like me.

I can't look after a dog.

I'm out all day.

Look after him when you're working.

You can have him when you're home.

We can share them between us. Andy, get
into your head.

I don't want a relationship with you or
anyone.

What is it you want?

Turn into some lonely old cop? Is that
what it is?

You left me for this?

I didn't leave you to join the police.

I left you because you're a compulsive
liar.

You don't believe I saw an angel, do
you?

No.

And I don't believe you know anything
about the murders either.

I could have made you.

You're going to regret this.

Is that some kind of threat?

What do you think?

Stephen? Hello, Mike.

I'm down here.

Poor kid.

He'd only be about 16.

Don't you wonder what he was doing out
in a place like this late at night?

Any idea how late?

About one o 'clock in the morning.

Same position.

Could it be a different killer?

The pattern's different, but the
signature's the same.

Frank Rafe and Mark's identical.

Now, I'd say you made life so
uncomfortable for this killer that he's

abandon the pubs and clubs and change
his mode of operandry.

In other words, we've rattled his cage.

Let's hope he's soon in it.

His name's Ronnie Hunter.

He would have been 17 next week.

This shouldn't happen.

I agree.

Not with all the businesses, pubs and
clubs.

That's not much help if you're fixing.

Looks like he's been carrying this
around for a long time. A gay helpline

at teenagers like him.

He's clean.

He's laying out all night in the park.

And yet there's not a speck of dust on
him.

He's washed the body.

Even out here.

I guess that's the way he wanted to find
his victims.

Not mutilated, not sexually assaulted,
but pure.

Undefiled.

Is there a patch of this job when I wish
I were a million miles away?

Got me to time.

You must find it difficult.

What way?

Being gay in the police force.

How did you know?

Women's intuition.

Couldn't work out at first why you were
so worried about giving Michael the

number of your decorators.

He hasn't guessed, has he?

Well, let's hope your cowboys ride off
into the sunset before he gets a chance.

Have you met anyone you know during this
investigation?

An ex -boyfriend who runs a dog rescue
centre near Bayliston.

Plus one or two other people have found
me familiar.

It must have been hell for you.

I've normally always done my socialising
through in Edinburgh, where I'm not

known. It's probably quite wise.

Look, if Mike or any of the guys ever
find out, I'm going to have to leave.

Who wouldn't want that?

Synonymous, sir.

There's a person we want as an Andrew
Swanee. He runs a dog rescue centre out

Baylison.

Anyone we know?

Well, he hasn't featured in an
investigation so far, sir.

Can I see it?

I'm looking for a dog.

My last one died after 14 years and I
miss him terribly.

I know how you feel.

I've lost three dogs.

Lost three, he gained hundreds.

What are you looking for?

Dog or a bitch?

I hadn't really made up my mind.

Well, that's the first thing most people
make their minds up about.

I suppose I want one that's home
-loving. We never destroy them here.

A loving home for everyone.

That's my motto.

If you don't mind, I'd like to think
about it a little longer.

Take all the time you like.

A dog's for life, after all.

That's him.

That's definitely him. That's Martin's
type.

It could be him.

In fact, I know it is. I just feel it.

We don't have any evidence against him.
I don't care.

As soon as I looked into his eyes, it's
almost as though Martin was inside me.

That's good enough for me.

You take Miss Carroll back to work.
Thanks, Judy.

Can

I

have a word?

Was his name Andy Swanee? Yes.

How did you know?

Because he's in the interview room now.

Michael received this anonymous letter
saying that Swanee might be involved in

the murder.

He probably sent it himself.

Well, why would he do that?

Because I know him.

He lives in this fantasy world.

Look, he's going to have to say where he
was in three separate nights.

Is there anything I should know?

He came to see me last night.

Till when?

When did he leave?

Did he leave?

Of course he left.

Just after one.

Stuart, what a bloody mess you've got me
into.

On the 4th of May, that's two weeks ago
yesterday, round 9pm,

where were you?

That was the night the old guy was
killed.

Yes. I have been following it.

There.

I was with a couple called the Luthers
in Grangemouth.

They adopted one of my dogs and I went
to see how it was getting on.

I do that from time to time to make sure
they're in good homes.

Where were you five nights ago?

It was last Friday from half past ten
onwards.

I was at Club Eros.

Did you see this man?

No. Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Were you alone?

Yep.

All evening?

Yep. You spoke to nobody?

Went home with no one?

No.

Okay.

Move on to last night, shall we?

Last night?

From midnight onwards.

I was in bed.

I went to bed early.

Do you mind if I ask?

What happened to your eye?

I was in a fight.

And I was a boy.

I was defending my little brother.

I nearly died.

I'll give you my name.

Do you know of anyone with a grievance
against you?

Not often.

I probably think of one or two.

You just let him go.

He was the one, Mike. I know he was.

As soon as I saw his face, I knew it.

He had an alibi for the first murder.

I checked it out. It's concrete.

Then why did you send me there?

Because I needed to know.

And I still need to know. It was the
glass eye that made his face so

And yet that was the sort of thing that
attracted Martin.

He never went for the norm.

When he talked about never destroying
dogs,

A loving home for everyone.

A chill went through me.

Martin never had the chance to find a
loving home with anyone.

Have you ever?

I've shared with a guy for a while, but
we split up.

I'd, uh... I'd invite you back, but I've
got the decorators in.

You don't mind decorators?

Job's finished.

I think he'll be pleased.

I'm sure I will.

We'll just be on our way.

Won't we, Roger?

Yes.

Excuse me.

We think you'll be very happy.

doing, Andy? You put them on to me.

Andy, what are you talking about?

You've got it all wrong.

I don't believe you.

You call me a liar.

I told you I know the killer. I know
because I saw him. Now I'm going to make

you pay as well as him.

What do you mean pay?

What's it worth to stop me going and
telling your bosses everything about us?

500?

And I've only just started.

Those decorators you recommended did a
good job. That's great, sir.

Where'd you find them?

Find them?

Yeah, find them.

They were recommended to me too, sir.

Obviously they have a good reputation
then.

Obviously.

Okay, that's all.

I took your advice.

I went away and thought about what kind
of dog I wanted.

I'd like a bitch.

They're more home -loving, after all.

Sally here.

She's a bitch.

She's too big.

I only have a small place.

Well, what about Bonnie, then?

She was maltreated by her last owners.

You like to take her for a walk?

I don't know how anyone can maltreat an
animal, do you?

No.

I'll get her leads for the office.

There's a piece of wasteland round the
back. You can walk them around.

They say that at least people, when
they're being hurt, can understand pain.

Unless it's inflicted on them for no
reason.

Have you cared for animals long?

A few years.

They also say that some people form
relationships with animals because they

can't do it with humans.

Would you agree?

I wouldn't know.

Do you have anyone?

What? Who are you?

Are you police?

I'm not police.

I'm Martin Carroll's sister.

You were at the Wallace and Club Eros
the night my brother went home with

someone. Look, why don't you just go
now?

He must have noticed you. He must have
spoken to you.

Look, will you just go, please?

Susie, you just don't walk into
someone's place and accuse them of

I simply suggested that Martin must have
noticed him.

Probably talked to him.

You said he was in both these places on
the same night.

Was he wearing his tinted glasses?

What tinted glasses?

He was wearing them this morning.

I think he uses them to disguise his
flat eye.

Martin would have found that too
fascinating to resist.

He has an unbreakable alibi for the
first murder.

And we know that we're all committed
with the same person.

He asked me to use my sixth sense. I
used it. I asked you to use your

of Martin's type, that's all.

Not seething one person.

Did you question your colleague about
the decorators?

There hasn't been time.

What are you doing?

What is going on? What the hell does she
think she's doing?

I'm sorry, Gerald. I tried.

I really tried.

I want you to just bring this bureau
straight out into the van. Angela, I'm

having this. Take it back, please. Don't
pay any attention to this, Manny.

Please take it back. I'm not having it,
Angela. Take it out of the van, now!

Who's Brian, sir?

A friend that I lived with for 27 years
in this flat.

What's going on? Oh, thank God you're
here.

Can I just get the street, sir?

Are you a tenant of the flat we're
talking about?

He's not a tenant.

He's never paid any rent. You still
can't put him out. You can't put anybody

of a house just like that.

Are you a friend, sir? We're both
friends.

More of them.

It's a pity there aren't less of you.

I suggest we move everything back in
until we've all cooled off.

Then we can take a look at the
situation.

Mr Swanee?

Look, there's nothing else I can tell
you.

I've come about a personal matter.

A personal matter?

About threats you've made to a colleague
of mine. What threats?

Don't underestimate me.

If you come anywhere near the police
station or contact anyone at it, I'll

a charge of blackmail on you quicker
than a parking ticket.

Did I look like a blackmailer?

Do I look like a fool?

You need evidence to bring a blackmail
charge.

Who am I supposed to have blackmailed?

I'm a caring person.

I find homes for dogs.

I care too.

Is this visit official?

Not yet.

I don't think so.

Mind the door, Janey. I'm not playing
carry.

Just stick it down over there.

Out in the street, I ask.

Have you taken legal advice?

Well, she has to give me due notice in
writing.

And she knows that.

You mean you've got to get out?

Well, the law protecting common law
spouses doesn't apply to us.

Just make sure that if ever you set up
house together, you do it properly.

Would you get that, please?

No problem.

Hello? Yeah, who's speaking?

Gerald, it's the hospital.

It's about Brian's mother.

Gerald Gardner speaking.

I see.

Well, thank you for letting me know.

I'll be up as soon as I can.

What next?

I'll no doubt live to regret this day.

What did he say?

He denies everything. What did you
expect?

Next time you have a relationship with
somebody, choose someone normal.

D .I. Jarden?

This is Andy Swanee.

It's about the interview yesterday.

I wasn't quite honest with you.

In what way were you not quite honest
with me, Mr Swanee?

When I said I was in bed on the night of
the third murder, I didn't say whose

bed.

I think you'd be very interested to
know.

Could I come over and see you tonight?

About eleven?

I'll make it no later. I go off duty
then.

Bye.

Well, it's the most bizarre thing I've
ever seen.

The body here has been completely
removed.

How do you explain the eye?

Well, that's extraordinary in itself.

It probably came out while he was being
strangled and the murderer put it back

in again.

Only he put it back in the wrong way
round and probably couldn't get it back

again.

Body laid out in exactly the same
position as the other two.

Seems to be part of his signature.

No mutilation, no disfigurement.

Just an attempt to make them look as
angelically pure as possible.

To give them dignity.

What's wrong with him?

Michael, there's something you've got to
know.

He was blackmailing me, sir.

Why?

Because of a relationship I'd had with
him before I joined the police.

Speak up, Fraser.

What's the use?

Because we can't hear you, that's why.
He was blackmailing me because I'm gay.

He was going to come round here and tell
you all about it.

And so now I've told you. Is that what
he wanted to tell me about last night?

Probably. Only somebody stopped him.

Fraser, do you realise the seriousness
of this?

I was on duty with DS Reid last night.

I couldn't have killed him.

Much as I might have wanted to. What
part did she play in this?

No part at all.

I just asked her for some advice.

You were being blackmailed by a suspect
in a murder inquiry.

On your own admission, you were with him
shortly before one of the murders was

committed. You should have come to us
for advice.

There's something else you should know.

Andy was a pathological liar.

He never knew what the truth was with
him.

But one of the last things he said to me
was that he knew the identity of the

murderer.

He was going to make him pay as well as
me.

Maybe for once in his life he was
telling the truth.

Who told you about it?

Well, the nurses always kept Brian and
me informed.

We visited her once a week.

We came as often as we could.

This isn't the time for arguing, Angela.

It doesn't look like she's breathing to
me.

Grandma?

Can you hear us?

I don't think she can.

Grandma?

It's Angela.

I think she's gone.

I'd better go and get daughter Clark.

I'm sorry.

I just wish we'd got here earlier.

She wouldn't have known.

Angela, we must stop this.

Dolly wanted your father and me to be
happy. Why couldn't you?

I'll tell you why.

Because when I was at an age when I
needed him, he wasn't there.

He was with you.

That's Martin's handwriting.

The paper also matches the telephone pad
in the flat.

Now, to have got that, Swanee must have
gone back with him.

What did I tell you? You didn't believe
me.

I had a thick sense about it, as though
Martin was guiding me to him.

Unfortunately, he's not your brother's
killer.

But if he went home with him, he...
Swanee was found murdered this morning.

I think you saw your brother's killer.

and was trying to blackmail him.

Would your brother have let a complete
stranger stay the whole night?

Never. Not until he knew them better.

So afterwards, Swanee left, and then
someone else went in.

Martin wouldn't let a stranger in at
that time of night. Might have been

he knew, someone he trusted.

Now, I believe that someone was waiting
for Swanee to leave.

Who?

Good question.

So, now that's down the field a bit, eh?

Listen, do me a favour.

Of course.

Have dinner with me tonight.

I thought I might find you here.

Your suspension's got nothing to do with
the fact you're gay.

Come off it.

You come off it.

I was lucky not to be suspended myself.

I stuck my neck out for you, Stuart.

I wouldn't have done it if I'd known all
those other things about Swanee. What

am I supposed to tell them?

My ex -boyfriend might know something
about the murder. He might not.

He's a compulsive liar.

And he's threatening to blackmail me.

It's over, Jackie.

Finished. So you're going to let one
nutter just ruin your whole career?

Don't give me that.

What am I expected to do?

Put up with the crap at work every day?

It'll happen.

You said it yourself.

What? What did I say? The pink pound
hasn't reached the station canteen yet.

And it never will.

You want to keep an eye on him?

I couldn't help overhearing.

You don't miss much?

I just want to look after my customers,
that's all.

It's not just my decision.

He's talking about leaving the force.

How do you know?

He told me.

He's suspended. You shouldn't have been
talking to him. Look, we need Fraser in

this investigation.

How do we get the trust of the gay
community if we're seen to do this?

not the reason he's suspended, and you
know it. Well, nobody will see it that

way. A blackmailer's been murdered.

If Fraser was one of those that was
being blackmailed, what do you want me

do? Pin a pink rosette on him?

I suppose you think that's funny.

Look, if it was in poor taste, I
apologise.

The biscuit says you've got this theory?

That our killer doesn't pick people up
that he targets them?

I think that's been our mistake all
along.

Well, if Brian McGill and Martin Carroll
just opened their doors to him...

Then it suggests that he's a smooth
talker, or else he was known to them

There's something else.

I think he goes back to clean the
bodies.

Hello, go Beth again lesbian bookshop.

Hello?

Hello?

Listen,

I'd like to thank you for all the help
you've given me.

I feel it was a waste of time. No,
you've been great, really.

Michael, there's something you want to
know.

You're not going to tell me you prefer
women, are you?

No.

Well, what?

Martin had this age test about a year
ago.

He'd been sleeping around and he was
worried.

And so I said, I'll go with you. Have
one done as well.

Kind of moral support.

Martin was negative.

I've only ever slept with one man in my
whole life.

Seems terribly unfair.

You're HIV positive.

Cheer.

I'm sorry.

You shouldn't be.

Drink today.

Because tomorrow...

Who knows?

He never turned up last night.

I went to the club without him.

I never thought to look for him here.

I just... I just walked in and... And

then... I loved him.

Thank you.

I'll kill whoever did this to him. I
swear that. I'll kill him.

Why don't you do something about it?

Why don't you go out and catch him?

He died

sometime yesterday evening between...

Seven and midnight.

I can't tell you if the murderer came
back.

He probably did.

Body laid out in exactly the same
position.

Second victim in 24 hours, second one he
shaved.

There's something very strange driving
this fella, and I'd say it's getting

stronger. It's as if he's... maturing.

What did he get, Stephen, when he goes
home after doing this?

What did he feel?

I wish I knew, Michael.

I'll tell you what he felt.

He's purifying.

Washing away sins.

He waited for Jamie for an hour and then
he went to clap his hands.

Just like Mr Gardner.

He waited here for someone who was
already dead.

Maybe he's selecting his victims from
the wall.

Hi.

I'm interested in your T -shirt.

Ah, somebody just bought it for you.

Do you like it?

Thanks.

Phoebe, what do you know about Stephen
Harding's background?

Only if he opens any more gay places in
Glasgow, he'll put me out of business.

Catch you later.

Business or? Business.

You got a minute?

Sure.

Whose idea was this place?

Stephen. He's the man with the ideas.

And who thought up the name?

He did.

I think he took it from some place in
San Francisco.

You ever been there?

No. Great city.

Yeah.

The design on your t -shirt, is that
Stephen's too?

No, that's mine.

What do you think?

Yeah, great.

Did you copy it from somewhere?

Nope. Just from out of my head.

Guess I'm an undiscovered artist.

Yeah.

I guess you are.

Well, thanks.

That's all.

Hello again.

You know each other, of course.

Yes, but why is he here?

Well, your grandmother made a will.

She's not been capable of making a will
for 15 years. Derek and I have power of

attorney. She made the will, though, if
you see, 20 years ago.

Bright as a button she was, sitting just
where you are now.

What's in this will?

As her only surviving granddaughter, and
in fact her only next of kin, you, Mrs.

Dryman, will inherit all the movable
estate.

Her savings...

personal possessions, etc.

She had no savings or personal
possessions.

Quite so.

Well, as to the heritable assets, which
comprise a bungalow

at 17 Hazel Drive, Bearsden... That's
the house we live in, Grandma's house.

She left that in her will to your
father.

And that's no problem.

Since he's dead, it passes directly to
Angela's next of kin.

I'm afraid not.

You see, in the will, she stipulates
that in the event of your father's

it should pass to Mr Gardner.

What?

She describes him as your father's
lifelong companion.

Are you saying she's left our house to
him?

Well, I suppose it is Dolly's house,
really.

We've lived in it for 20 years. It ought
to come to us automatically.

You see, there is this difference.
between heritable and movable assets.

Under the law, one can bequeath property
to whom one likes.

Well, if that's the law, then the law is
a... An ass, Angela.

Night, Ben.

Am I keeping you back?

No, I'll have another beer if you want.

I don't want to get too drunk too soon.

Health duty?

Suspended. Sorry to hear it.

What did you do, or is that a rude
question?

Do you fancy going for a drink after you
finish?

I've been working all day. I think I'm
going to go home.

Maybe some other time, then.

Some other time.

to daddy.

His address is heaven above.

I've written, dear daddy, we miss you
and wish you

a weather to love.

We're supposed to be doing the dead
budgie bit for dinner.

Since when?

Since bloody always in the mood to get
started.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. I hope you're not driving
home.

I'll be okay, right? You brought me my
lunch. It's a bit early, isn't it? Then

watch what you're ringing for, Blanche.

I wanted to tell you there's something
wrong with the phone.

Maybe it's been left off the hook or
something.

Who did you want to call, Blanche? Oh,
why are you treating me like this? You

wouldn't say these terrible things to me
if I wasn't in this chair.

But you are in that... chair plans, so
why don't you shut your face and eat

dins in?

A word of advice, never take your
problems to a bar, especially alone.

I don't have any problems.

Oh, God.

I feel sick.

Come on, you need some air.

Not for the reason you're doing it. They
did.

Throw it. Throw it back at them.

It's finished.

Over.

Have you decided that or have they?

The show's not over till the fat lady
sings. Isn't that what they say?

Yeah.

You home?

How do you know where I live?

You told me back at the bar.

I don't remember.

I think I ought to come in with you,
make sure you're all right.

I don't need anyone.

I really think you should invite me in.

Hey, some other time.

Hi, I hope it's not too late for you.

No, I guess this is the some other time

So

I've got them.

What? Remember the anonymous letter that
sends after Swanee?

I've just contacted the Dallas Police
Department in Texas, and they faxed me

this letter.

The handwriting's exactly the same.

Dallas, Texas.

Have you left this planet?

The cannon told us about a gay black man
on death row in Texas for four gay

murders. This is the letter that put the
police on to him.

Apparently he'd gone home with one of
the victims.

The important thing was that Buchanan
was in Dallas at the time and was

interviewed in their inquiry.

He ran a cafe bar on College Campus.

There's worse, sir.

Montpellier, Vermont, where Buchanan was
born.

Two unsolved murders of gay men.

San Francisco, where he spent some time.

Three unsolved murders, identical to
those in Texas and ours.

You're saying that he killed nine people
before he arrived here?

Ten, sir.

Melroy Smith, man on death row.

He was killed by lethal injection four
days ago.

Protecting his innocence?

My pity.

It's for you.

What put you on to him?

An angel. Hello.

Jackie, you know you wanted me to keep
an eye on Stuart.

Well, I just thought I'd let you know
he's safe and sound.

That's good.

Stephen Hardy.

In fact, he's more than safe and sound,
if you know what I mean.

I... I don't think you should tell me
any more.

Let's just hope he's fit for coming in
in the morning.

I could say the same for one of my
employees.

Is that right?

Stephen?

What do you mean?

I thought you said you didn't want me to
discuss it.

Who's he with, Stephen?

Let's just say he's doing his bit for
Anglo -American relations.

Buchanan's with him?

Yeah.

Look Buchanan's the one. He's the one
we're after.

It's alright.

He's not gonna hurt you.

The party is over The

candles flicker and dim You've danced
and

dreamed through the night It seemed to
be right Just be.

How's the head?

Still hurts a bit, sir.

Tough nut to crack.

I intend to be, sir.

Fancy taking me for a drink?

Sorry, meeting Susie.

Big thing going near?

Here's someone that'll take you.

Hi there.

Off duty?

Well, you're never really off duty.

I could do with store for a nightcap.

See you in the morning, sir.

Sure.

Bit difficult.

Night. Good night.

Do you know something, Michael?

Life's a bitch.

Tell me about it.

Yes, I know the city like a lover Good
or bad, it's hard

to love another But I found this is no
mean town No mean

city City life

is strange You take your share of the
good