All language subtitles for Taggart s12e03 Dead Man Chest.eng

Thank you.

Oh, me.

Come away.

Hi,

I'm Bella.

What's your name, darling?

Alex. Good.

That's nice.

Give him the phone, Monty. It's his
birthday.

Have a nice time, sir.

He's out.

Sorry, not in use.

You deaf!

You know what I really fancy?

Do I really want to hear that?

Somewhere hot.

An island, maybe.

I've always had this thing about
islands.

We're talking holidays again, I think.

Palm trees, rum punch.

Somewhere exotic, but not too expensive.

You could take a bottle down to the
Danek Garden.

There must be places like that.

It's just a matter of finding them.

Dream on.

I think we're right.

I think.

Morning, sir. Morning.

So, what have we got?

Not much so far.

According to his garbage license, the
victim's a Gerald D. Wilson.

We're assuming robbery, but... Robbery?

It looks like a spur -of -the -moment
thing anyhow. His wallet's missing, but

the cash box didn't seem to have been
touched.

Okay.

I'll see you in a minute.

Good morning. How are you? I'm fine,
thanks very much.

Harry Edwards.

Harry Edwards.

Can I help you?

I hope so.

I'm looking for some place to put up for
a few days.

I'm sorry, we don't take guests.

That is your sign up on the road?

Yes, but... Well, we used to, but then
my husband died.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Jamie, come away from there.

You like that, do you, son?

Listen, this suits me.

Quiet.

Good air.

There'll not be any trouble.

I'm sorry. I really don't think... Of
course there'll be.

The pine can.

Sarge!

What's in the chest?

Just put it down anywhere, son.

It's hardly luxurious, Fred.

The bed's not even made up.

What's in the chest?

It's a rescue.

Doctor's orders.

I've not been that well myself.

What's in the chest?

Jamie. Sorry.

What's in the chest?

What's in the chest? Jamie.

Off you go.

He's not retarded, if that's what you're
thinking.

He has Asperger's syndrome. It's a mild
form of autism.

He's not stupid.

In fact, he's very bright.

He just finds it difficult to relate to
people, that's all.

He doesn't really understand the rules.

I know just how he feels.

Looks like you were right, Stephen.

That takes me back.

This was with us.

It was about 50 quid in there.

Well, knocks the robbery theory in the
head.

All right to move the body.

Be my guest.

Good morning.

Excuse me.

Police! Just open the door, please!

Sorry,

officer. Come on in.

What was all that about?

Anne Marie's just a wee bit uptight at
the moment because she's getting

I have about one hour and 19 minutes.

I'm Sian, by the way. Two prize made.

Thanks for shoes.

Anyone see more other shoes?

Congratulations.

So what can we do for you?

We're investigating the murder of a taxi
driver outside last night.

Really? I don't think so.

Andy, see a taxi parked outside last
night?

No. Anne -Marie? What?

Did you see a taxi last night?

Aye, what a brute it.

Look, key the horn with this, eh? Bloody
thing shrunk overnight.

Look, what time would that have been at?
Well, how should I know, Johnny,

anyone? Oh!

Excuse me.

Hungry?

Jamie, can you come here a minute,
please?

Now, listen.

I have to go to Glasgow this afternoon
to see the bank manager. It's all right.

You don't have to come with me.

No, I don't have to come.

But I want you to... I want you to
promise me that you won't go wandering

again. No, I don't have to come.

Promise me now.

I'm going to do some drawing in my room.

Good boy.

How are you doing, Jimmy?

Good afternoon. How are you? I'm fine,
thanks very much.

Whiskey, please.

Definitely.

So, you're discounting the robbery
altogether, then, Michael?

I think we have to, sir.

Could it be an argument over a fare,
something of that kind?

Unlikely. According to the taxi company,
Wilson wasn't even working last night.

Hold on.

Look where you're going, can't you?

Sorry, sir.

How was your holiday, by the way? Very
pleasant indeed, thank you. And the

weather was all right?

My wife and I went to Skye, Fraser.

We always go to Skye and we are always
perfectly satisfied with the weather.

Does that answer all your questions?

Yes, sir.

Absolutely. Keep me informed, will you?
Yes, sir.

Oh, any luck?

Well, yes and no.

According to a couple of girls out in a
hen night, they saw the taxi parked up

shortly before midnight.

And they claim they saw a young woman
walk down the alley a few minutes later.

You get the description?

Sort of.

They were pretty far gone, actually.

I wouldn't put much faith in their
accuracy.

Probably just someone wanting a ride
home.

Still, better get it circulated to the
media. You never know. She might have

seen something.

Not much to go on, is it?

No address book or dime.

What was he doing hanging around that
alleyway when he was supposed to be

fucking dead?

Do you think he might have been meeting
someone?

It's possible.

But it seems an odd place to choose.

You know, there's something else that
strikes me as odd.

He's been dead, say, what, a little over
14 hours.

Someone somewhere must be getting
worried about him.

Mother, wife, girlfriend.

So why's no one come forward to report
him missing?

Exactly. Got his address?

Yes, sir.

From the taxi company.

Take a look then, shall we?

I think it's time we found out more
about Mr Gerald E. Wilson.

Like who would have wanted him dead?

I hope the moon...

Auntie Joss.

I've just been to the bank.

Oh, it's great to see you.

Is everything okay?

Oh, come here.

There you go, son.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You know, you shouldn't go poking around
in other people's things.

You'll get into trouble one day doing
things like that.

Yeah.

Is that the real gun?

It's our little secret, okay?

Promise?

Trust my heart and hope to die.

It's good, son.

See, some folk might get the wrong idea.

Are you a pirate?

No.

Why do you think that?

Sorry.

It's just sometimes it all gets a bit of
a... Strain, you know.

Did the back manager give you a hard
time?

No more than I deserve, I suppose.

Every time I go, I think, is this the
day he's going to pull the plug on the

loan?

The truth is, he probably doesn't want a
no -holds -barred pub in his hands any

more than I do.

Are things really that bad?

What can I do?

With all God and his redundancy into it,
where am I going to find a buyer

weekday, then?

Can't even afford part -time help.

Look, why don't I come out for a bit?

Oh.

I've still got a couple of days' leave.

No. And I can just about remember how to
pull a pint. No, Jackie, don't be

silly. You've got your own life.

Look, you'll be doing me a favour.

Oh.

It would be marvellous.

How's Jamie anyway? Oh, he's into
pirates now.

Pirates.

You did all these yourself?

That's amazing, that.

Amazing, that.

You've got great eyes, son.

Amazing, that.

Listen, will you do something for me?

Something really important?

If anyone comes round here asking
questions when I'm not here, will you

know?

And keep a weather eye open for a man
with a gem leg.

Do you understand a limp?

Aye, that's it, son.

Just like that.

Now, what the... What the hell did he
want?

Well, would you like me to step over and
inquire?

Kingston Bridge this morning, causing
huge tailbacks on the southbound lanes

the M8 motorway.

Strathclyde Police are hoping to have it
cleared by 7 o 'clock this evening.

In the Parkhead area of Glasgow last
night, taxi driver Gerald Wilson died of

flash wounds to the throat after falling
victim to what so far appears to be an

entirely motiveless attack.

Strathclyde Police are today appealing
for a young woman seen in the vicinity

who may have witnessed the attack to
come forward.

Cheese? Yeah, far. No, did you get any?

Oh, sorry, yeah, it's in the fridge.

The woman is described as being in her
early 20s, casually but smartly dressed

with medium -length blonde or light
brown hair and approximately 5 feet 9

in height.

I don't get this.

How do you mean?

Take a look at this place. What do you
see?

A rented flat.

Exactly.

Rented flat, rented furniture.

Apart from some clothes in the wardrobe
and a few paperbacks.

Nothing personal here at all.

Cab company says he's been only working
there for about three months.

Apparently he's got relatives or
friends.

He's just dropped in from another
planet.

And he was a bit of a crime, though, by
the looks of this.

Scrapbook? Some people do that sort of
thing.

Like collecting train numbers.

Any more of these?

No.

Last entries dated 15 years ago.

So? That's all.

Get your skates on. Got a job for you.

So where did you get to last night?

Out.

Just out.

All right.

Be enigmatic. Be faggier.

Listen, I've got rehearsal.

I've got to go.

Hello, my darling.

Welcome to the Blue Lagoon.

I'm Isla.

And these young ladies are Karen and
Patricia.

Hi.

I want Tony.

Tony Sullivan.

Takes all sorts, I suppose.

Damn.

You were right, sir.

Thero just confirmed the prints match
those of a George Edward White.

He was given 15 years for armed robbery
and released six months ago.

He was a wheels merchant, top man.

What exactly?

A car specialist, sir.

You know, a getaway driver. Thank you,
Fraser. I do try to maintain a nodding

acquaintance with the Argo.

What I meant was, what exactly has it to
do with this case?

The victim, sir, Wilson.

Evidently, he was using a false name.

Apart from anything else, he would have
never got a taxi licence with previous

letters. Ah, so you think he may be
planning a return to his old lifestyle.

That's possible, sir.

It does seem to open up the field a bit.

This is as far as the motive's
concerned.

Georgie's dead, for God's sake.

Someone cut his throat for him last
night.

Aye. Well, I think we're all aware of
that.

Aye, we know that.

And what I'm telling you, Gavin, is that
there's simply no need for anyone to

panic. Aye, don't panic.

Sorry. Was that you or that parrot?

Suppose I rip your face off, pretty boy.

Now then, McKenna, let's try to keep
things civilised.

Pretty boy.

You see, we know who's responsible,
don't we?

And you can rest assured, we have
matters well in hand.

I hadn't noticed so far, Gavin.

I'm going to police.

You're not going anywhere.

That really wouldn't be wise, you know.

You two didn't scare me.

Oh, do we know?

So how far do you want to go, Inspector?

Just known criminal associates or
associates of associates?

Let's just stick with associates for
now.

I thought all this stuff could put on
the computer.

Aye, it does now.

You're talking about 15 years back,
Sonny.

Most of this plot's history long since.

OK, I'll leave you to it.

Sir, there's nothing to it, Stuart.

We just need a list, beginning with the
most recent contacts.

That's all.

When did Scott get out?

He was released the year before last.

He's done all right for himself to say,
haven't you?

And he was sent down at the same time as
what?

Armed robbery for mobile guard service,
but a bullying consignment.

Big boy stuff, eh?

I get the impression Scott was more or
less just hired muscle.

The brains of the team was a man called
William McLean.

But according to our files, he's still
got six months of his sentence to serve.

Good morning.

Can I help at all?

We're looking for the owner, a Mr Scott.

What do you want him for?

Wait.

Can we see him?

Let's wait.

Incidentally, Gavin doesn't own this
place.

I do.

Okay?

The one's not near you.

Look, exactly are you accusing him of?

No one's accusing anyone, Mrs Scott.

Oh, right.

I'm just trying to get a picture, that's
all.

About what you've been up to since you
were released.

He's been working here, hasn't he?

Would you please let your husband
answer?

It's like she said.

So you won't have seen any of the old
faces then?

He better not have done.

Like George White, for instance?

No.

You must have been quite shocked when
you heard about his death.

Aye, well, I was.

Gavin! What?

You'll know he was using a false
identity then.

Huh.

Yeah, right.

Look, you have the occasional drink, OK?

All pals and that.

People mention these things.

But no one mentioned any more little
jobs you had lined up.

No, definitely not.

Listen, I'm out of all that now.

I'm not looking to go back inside.

OK.

Thanks for your time.

Oh, by the way, where were you Tuesday
evening?

Here till about half nine.

Then home.

You'd confirm that, of course?

Absolutely.

Hello there.

Inspector. I hope you get him.

Whoever did it, I mean.

Gavin.

It'd be quite nice if you could have the
steps laid out before we do the class

one of these mornings.

So what do you think, sir?

Don't want to hurt you. I think the good
bastard was better off inside.

I don't know. You can't get a staff
nowadays.

Two more there.

And a cheese and ham toastie. Thanks.

You don't think you're worrying
unnecessarily, I suppose?

I mean, this man Edwards seems to be
okay.

And if Jamie's opening up to a stranger,
well, well, that's good, isn't it?

I mean, that's what you want.

I've seen it all before, Jackie.

I don't know why.

What triggers it?

Could be somebody he's met on a bus.

He gets obsessed.

He builds this person up until it's his
best friend ever.

It's all just a fantasy.

The person goes, he's shattered.

We have to start all over again.

Well, can't you just explain that to Mr
Edwards?

Ask him to leave?

I think for Jamie that would be worse.

See, that would be me depriving him of
his friend.

Oh, well, you never know, Joss.

Maybe it'll be different this time, eh?

Aye. Maybe.

Ah, hello, Alan.

Yeah. What will you be having?

This is Boyce.

That's right.

Is your husband about?

I'm just about ready to see him, as a
matter of fact.

Well, can we give you a lift?

All right.

That's it, Alison.

Fantastic.

You're looking lovely.

Very, very good.

Gavin.

Bastard. Look who it is. I do not mean
her.

if I couldn't give a toss about that.
But I will not have the law around here

again. Do you understand me? And if you
have been lying to me, if you and those

scumbag pals of yours have been plotting
something, it won't be the cops you

have to worry about.

I'll kill you myself.

I swear to God.

Well, there's no great mystery.

Suicide.

He jumped in front of a subway train.

Of course, the chair of court said it
could have been an accident, but... Why

should he have wanted to kill himself,
Mrs Bush?

Life must be pretty simple in prison, I
think, wouldn't you?

Just one thing in your mind.

Long nights, banged up, dreaming about
walking out through those gates.

And when it finally happens, what's
really out there?

He'd been for a job interview that
morning.

Caretaker. Sweeper -upper.

They turned him down.

And do you think that's why... Well, how
should I know?

I thought about divorce. Of course I
did.

I had offers, believe it or not.

But I turned them down.

Did you think I did the right thing?

Mrs Boyce... No, come on, Inspector.

I'd really valued your opinion on that,
you know.

too far to live and die under the brave
black flag I fly.

Then play a sanctimonious part with a
pirate head and a pirate mouth.

Away to this eating world go you.

Where pirates all are well to do.

But I'll be through to the song I sing
and live on now.

Sorry I'm late.

Just grab a cutlass and get up there for
God's sake.

For I am a pirate king.

And it is, it is a glorious thing to be
a pirate king.

For I am a pirate king. And it is, it is
a

glorious thing to be a pirate king.

Hold on. All right, everyone.

Andy, that was pathetic.

Let's go again, please, folks. And this
time without the... tripping over our

sea boots bit, okay?

Come on, you, hurry up.

I'm sick of this petrol. Stop moaning.

What on you plan to keep us up?

Patience, McKenna.

He's round here someplace making an old
friend, she says.

Ah, she's probably lying.

I say we beat the truth out of that old
bitch.

There's a vicious side to your nature,
do you know that?

I just wanted to go there.

I wasn't planning on buying the island.

Yeah.

And that's the best deal you can do?

Finish with Heath?

Yeah. Okay, then.

Thanks anyway.

So, any progress with the case?

I'm not really sure, sir, to be honest.

On the one hand, we've got three recent
deaths, apparently connected to this one

15 -year -old robbery.

Three? A man called Harrison.

An explosives expert.

Died six months ago in a house fire,
accidental death.

But, according to the post -mortem, he
had alcohol in his bloodstream.

I see.

On the other hand, the M .O .s are all
completely different.

I mean, there's not a trace of a motive.

It could be coincidence.

Ex -cons die the same as everyone else.

This robbery?

A mobile guard service truck.

Gold shipment.

Ah, yes.

The Gallagher bullion job.

Headline news in this day, Michael?

Why not have a word with the
investigating officer, superintendent?

Stephenson. He'd know the players better
than most.

Retired now, of course.

Keeps a kiddy's bookshop, I believe.

Yeah, hello?

Yeah, Detective Inspector Jarden,
please.

Oh, right.

No,

no message.

Well, if you could just say, Gavin Scott
called, and I'll try again.

Aye.

Cheers.

Guess who just got back today?

Them wild -eyed boys that have been
away.

Haven't changed, had much to say.

But, man, I still think them cats are
crazy.

Mr. Stevenson.

Hello, James.

How's tricks? Fine, thanks. How are you?
Oh, fine.

What would you like?

And vlog a bit.

Right, right.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing?

this morning.

We've no steps set out, so we'll just do
an aerobics class.

Okay? Is that all right with everybody?

Can I help you?

Um... If you're looking for Jamie, he's
away to the cash and carry with his mum.

I was going out for a walk and I thought
maybe that... You're the niece, right?

Edwards.

Harry Edwards.

How do you do, Mr. Edwards?

Well, I hope you enjoy your walk.

getting ridiculous.

You know your husband tried to phone me
last night.

Gavin did?

Yeah.

Where is he, Mrs Scott?

I've no idea.

No visible sign of potential
hemorrhaging or other symptoms of

Assuming the vital organs prove free of
cyanotic congestion at the PM, immediate

cause could be reflex cardiac stoppage
consequent upon inhibition of the vagal

nerve.

Oh, Michael.

Well, you don't need me to tell you that
he died from a sudden external pressure

to the throat.

Thanks, Stephen.

I think I just about worked that out for
myself.

The hire, of course, is rather more
problematic.

From the medical evidence, it could just
as easily have been an accident.

A slip of the hand or, well, a fainting
fit brought on by overexertion.

It's a lesson to us all, Michael.

A good brisk walk down to the pub just
does as much good in the long run, and

it's far more pleasurable.

Assuming it was murder, though.

I take it the killer would have to be
pretty strong.

Well, not necessarily.

If your man was tired, for instance, and
you caught him unawares, I'd say

gravity would do most of the damage.

Thanks, Stephen.

Well?

No sign of her breaking.

And according to Mr Scott, she and her
husband were the only one with keys.

How is she? A bit shaken up.

But not exactly heartbroken.

What about the other people in the
class?

I'll let them go. We get their names and
addresses.

I want to make sure none of them are
armed robbers in their past life.

I couldn't help overhearing what Mrs
Scott told you about her and her husband

being the only ones with pleas.

And it isn't true, you know.

There's a girl.

I've seen her coming in and out at all
hours.

I mean, I'm not one for poking my nose
into other people's affairs. Look, can

you just give me a description?

I can do better than that.

We found this.

Does it mean anything to you?

This signed LG, I presume that's
someone's initials.

No.

Look, I'm sorry, I'm a bit... Excuse

me, sir.

Mrs Scott, it's been suggested that your
husband was seeing a young woman here

at night.

Is that possible?

I wouldn't be the pattern, I suppose.

Do you recognise her?

Yes.

Her name's Sarah Campbell.

She's a student, I think.

Just give me a moment.

I should have an address for her on our
files.

Yeah, that happens, I do.

How quaint the way, the paradox, that
common sense ye gaily mock.

Though counting in the usual way, here's
twenty -one, I've been alive.

Yet reckoning by my natal day, yet
reckoning by my natal day,

I am a little boy of...

Miss Campbell?

Yeah? Is there somewhere we can have a
quiet word?

I'm sorry.

I just can't believe it, you know.

Sarah? I'm fine, Malc.

What's going on?

Just give us five minutes, OK?

You were telling us how you met Mr
Scott.

Right, yeah.

Well, I used to work part -time in this
bar, trying to stretch out the grant,

you know.

And he used to come in and we just got
talking, I suppose.

I wouldn't have thought you would have
had much in common.

Well, no, but... Well, I like to work
out, you know.

He just happened to mention the exercise
studio.

He said he could get me a free
membership.

I see.

Well, it wasn't like that.

It was a casual thing.

But regular enough for him to give you
your own key.

Look, am I being accused of something
here?

No, not at all.

It's just that you're one of only three
people that we know of that have access

to the gym.

I'm sure you understand it. We must have
to check that out.

What were you doing last night?

Uh, right, yeah.

I had a rehearsal, and we went for a
quick drink afterwards, and then I went

home. Where's that?

I've got a flat in Diggs, near the uni.

And Tuesday night?

Tuesday.

A man called George White was killed on
Tuesday, Miss Campbell.

And we believe that his death is
connected to Mr Scott.

And we've got witnesses who saw a young
woman matching your description in the

vicinity. I don't believe this.

Hello. Kate.

I thought we were having lunch.

This is Kate Riley, Inspector.

My flatmate.

She'll confirm that I was at home on
Tuesday, working on an essay.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

OK, Miss Campbell.

Thanks.

So?

What was that all about?

and not engaged in his employment. His
employment.

For mature in his felonious little plan.

Little plan.

His capacity for innocent enjoyment.
Scent enjoyment.

Is just as great as any honest man.

Honest man.

Ah, feelings we with difficulty smother.
Difficulty smother. When constabulary

duty's to be done. To be done.

Do you believe us, though? I have a
consideration with another.

With another.

A policeman's lot is not a happy one.
Excuse us.

Ah.

When constabulary duty's to be done. To
be done. To be done. A policeman's lot

is not a happy one.

Happy one.

Must be the Fizzy Knight.

Excuse me, could I just grab that glove,
please?

Coming through, Jay.

Jock? Yes?

That guy with the beard?

Who is he?

Rory Canty?

Wearing your police with hat again,
Jackie?

No, I'm just interested.

Why?

Well, he works in one of the lobster
boats down the harbour.

Bit of a hard case for Monica here.

Can I have a glass of red wine, please?

Certainly, sir.

Jackie, get me that red wine from the
dining room, please. Oh, sure.

Whiskey.

Make it a large one, eh?

Se puede parlar con el señor Alvarez,
por favor?

Si, señor Alvarez.

Thank God.

Listen, it's Rory.

Are we still on for tomorrow night?

Great.

Yeah, we're all set at this end.

Hi. Hi there.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Welcome to the Blue Lagoon.

I'm Ida.

And these young ladies are Bella and
Sophie.

That's nice.

And what's your name, sweetheart?

My, uh... My card.

Oh, for God's sake, give us a break,
will you? That's the third time this

Relax. Just wanted to talk to your boss,
that's all.

Well, he's not here. On it.

He went out a couple of hours ago, him
and McKenna.

Of course, you'd have no idea where, I
suppose.

I just work here, you know.

What's your name, darling?

Yeah, well, when they get back, tell
them I want to talk to them. D .I.

Maryhill Police.

Sure.

Come on.

Nice and quiet at the moment.

Why don't you just leave them here with
us?

Tell them it's important, OK?

I've not seen you around here before.

No?

You're a large one, Mrs.

Oh, thanks very much.

That's very kind of you.

Would you like some water?

I'd like some water. Here.

Just 15 pounds for your basic sauna and
massage.

Anything else you arrange with the young
lady yourself?

You're late.

Sorry.

I'm sorry. What was that, my darling?

He's here.

He's here.

Give me a pint of lager and a dark rum
and coke, please, Joss.

Right again.

So you're down for a bit of a holiday
then, I reckon. So where does that make

you, Sherlock, bloody Holmes?

There.

It's just being friendly.

Mr Edward.

No, now, sir.

He's here. I said not now, okay?

Jamie, stop annoying Mr Edwards.

But Mr Edwards said... Jamie.

Just you keep them coming, right?

Absolutely. Absolutely.

Joss.

Joss. Aye, right.

Cheers.

Right. We're on for tomorrow night.

Pick up in Pillar Beach.

But what about the Spanish boat? Or meet
them off Garrick Head? Excuse me, lads.

Thank you.

What kind of business are you in?
Exactly.

You keep pushing me, Paul.

I didn't mean it. I was only being
friendly. I know.

The old ones.

Jeez, I'm getting off my head.

Look, look, Paula.

Look, Paula, I'm sorry.

I apologise.

I've not been well.

It's all right.

Go on. I spilt your drink.

This one's for me.

There's a large one for my pal.

In fact, drinks aren't really a pint's
chance on me.

Apologies accepted, right?

These things happen.

Who will it be, pal? A pint?

A pint's chance.

There's no harm done.

Same old Billy, eh?

I want a wee chat with you.

You bastard.

Right,

it's time to get a doctor.

Quick.

What's wrong with him?

You'll be fine.

Here I am.

Spread it to me.

We've got lots, but this is probably one
of the better ones.

Excuse me.

Inspector. Miss Riley, isn't it?

Look, if this is about Sarah, it's
really not the best time.

As a matter of fact, we have an
appointment with the owner.

Oh, I see.

You work here?

Just three afternoons a week.

It beats washing up our waiting tables.

I imagine so.

I'll tell Mr Stevenson you're here.

Thanks.

Sir.

Inspector Jarden, is it?

Yes, sir. D .C. Fraser.

No need for the sir.

I'm a mere civilian these days, thank
heaven.

Rather fun, those, don't you think?

Is this the only place you can get them?

Oh, no, they're quite widely
distributed.

Though most of the original plates are
mine. We just get a modest royalty.

You wouldn't have a list of the outlets,
would you? No, but I imagine the

printers would have.

I can give you the number if you like.

Thanks.

I take it you think there may be some
connection?

With what, sir?

Well, the killings. That's why you're
here, isn't it?

Come now, Inspector.

I may be retired, you know, but I do
still read the papers.

I thought I'd give you my celebrated
slideshow.

Women's Institutes love it.

Take a seat, gentlemen.

The Gallagate Boolean Robbery.

pinnacle of my crime -fighting career.

Now, Fraser, turn out the light, will
you?

Thank you very much, Doctor.

Cheerio. Bye.

So what's wrong with him?

I've given him a sedative.

Said it's emphysema.

Something called chronic aortic valve
stenosis.

As far as I'm concerned, it's Latin for
a dodgy heart.

Damn.

The last thing I need is an invalid in
my hands.

Hardly chuck him out now, can I?

I'm really sorry. I've got to get back.

I'm sorry, Jackie. I dare say we'll
survive.

Quite an impressive little job,
actually.

They had a source in the security firm,
so they knew all the details of the

schedule and the route and, of course,
the load.

In this case, eight boxes of gold
ingots, each containing 25 one -kilo

bars. 200 kilos in all.

Approximate value, 1 .8 million pounds.

You've got good memory for figures, Mr.
Stevenson.

I never forget the really big ones, do
you?

I think we need to write my memoirs, but
I don't suppose I'll get round to it

now.

Well, it all went off like clockwork.

Round the truck, blew the doors off,
beat three kinds of hell out of the

One died six months later of his
injuries, incidentally.

Nice people we're dealing with.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Well, by the time we turned up, they
were well away.

Or at least that's what they thought.

Then, out of the blue, an anonymous call
came in, suggesting we pay a visit on a

house in the suburbs.

And sure enough, there they were.

Naturally, they weren't too pleased to
see us, and there was a certain amount

shooting. But we netted six of them, and
we thought we'd done pretty well.

The only trouble was, they didn't have
the gold.

So who made the phone call?

Oh, well now, that's really rather a
good question, isn't it?

These four you know already, of course.

Harrison.

Explosives expert.

Scott.

And Boyce.

Hard muscle.

George Wright. Wheels man.

All recently deceased, I understand it.

Yeah.

Tony Sullivan.

And Thomas McKenna.

Both injured while resisting arrest.

A real couple of charmers.

And Billy McLean.

Now, we didn't catch up with him until
months later.

The Irish police picked him up somewhere
outside Dublin, along with about half

the bullion.

How he'd managed it, we never did find
out.

But he'd done a spell in the Marines,
and he knew about boats.

So my guess is he had a launch hidden up
somewhere, made his getaway by sea.

And this young man, one Liam Grady,
present whereabouts unknown.

There's nothing about him in any of the
charges?

Oh, well, there wouldn't be.

Officially, we have nothing on him.

There have been plenty of reported
sightings.

Era, Rio,

Costa del Sol.

We never did find him.

Or the rest of the gold.

LG.

Same initials that were on the postcard.

Liam Grady.

Thanks for everything, Jackie.

You're welcome, Jo.

You take care of yourself, eh? OK.

Safe journey.

You're not going to like this, sir.

The prison says McLean's already out.

He was released six months early on
health ground.

What? Why weren't we told?

They say we were.

They filed a report on him as an
absconder when he failed to turn up at

probation office.

Doesn't seem to have got through the
system yet.

Damn it.

It gets worse, I'm afraid.

His next of kin is listed as an aunt, a
May Cronin.

I checked her address, and she lives
next to where White's body was found.

Fraser. When exactly was he released?

Tuesday, sir.

The day of the murder.

Here's my clays.

I've got something else to show you.

Another little secret.

I think we have to assume that McLean
and Grady were in on it together, sir.

And according to Stevenson, they were
always very close.

They weren't at the house when it was
raided.

So it's logical to assume it was them
that tipped off the police.

To get rid of the others and keep the
bullying for themselves.

And that's when things started to go
wrong.

McLean was picked up.

And the Grady went into hiding.

Presumably abroad.

So? So.

What if they arranged to meet when
McLean was released?

To splat the proceeds?

They'd have to make sure that the others
didn't turn up demanding a share.

I don't know, Michael.

Awful lot of supposition in there.

Hi, lad.

Hi, Jackie.

Thought you'd be in tomorrow.

Ah, see, I knew you'd be missing me.

I've just come in to pick up the duty
doses. Inspector.

You're one to the foil and grady. It's
pretty thin stuff, I'm afraid. Mostly

juvenile record.

Nice to have you back, Jackie.

Thanks, sir.

This is the only photograph we've got?
Afraid so.

Oh, what's been happening?

What does it look like?

I've just met him.

You're kidding.

No, no, I'm not.

I mean, he looks younger here, but...
Like Harry Edward.

So what do you think?

It's a boat.

Spot on, son.

I was thinking of taking it out and
doing a bit of fishing.

Do you fancy that?

Do you want to take a look?

Now, let me just get this straight.

You think Edwards, or McLean, whatever
his name is, you think he's planning to

meet this man Grady?

Well, it's just a theory at the moment.

No, Michael.

I think you might be right.

I think I've got an idea. I might just
know where he's going to do it.

Hello? Yeah.

Well, I think our pal Jardine just got
lucky.

There we are, lads.

Thank you. That's what you were resting.

Fine now.

Breath of fresh air is just what I
needed.

Well, there was a telephone call for
you.

It did sound a bit odd.

I asked him to try again later.

Who was it?

Said his name was Grady.

Liam Grady.

Where's Sarah?

She's supposed to be in the next scene.

Well,

that's the lights going in.

Huh? You're waiting, Spade?

No.

The car's going.

We'll get in there then.

Patience is a virtue, McKenna.

We'll give them another hour.

Hush, hush. Hide them from the man of...

I phoned a dick.

No answer. They seek a penalty, 54, for
General Stanley's story.

They seek a penalty, 54, we seek a
penalty, 54.

They seek a penalty, 54, for General
Stanley's story.

Look.

McLean? It's got to be.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on, gang!

Let's go.

What the hell?

You're not McLean.

Trouble. Inspector.

Oh, no.

Well, it's only a lousy few bottles of
booze. What was the money for, Cassidy?

What? The money Edwards gave you, what
was it for?

Oh, that?

The man only wanted to buy a boat,
that's all.

Where the hell is McLean?

Hi there. It's been a while.

Liam?

Michael, we've got four murders on our
hands, and our only genuine suspect

us the slip while you're off buggering
about with the Coast Guard. It doesn't

exactly look good.

And as far as I can see, we've no real
reason to suppose that this man Grady's

even in the country.

Sir, we've had a message from D .S.
Reid.

She's gone to investigate a burglary at
her auntie's place.

Does that make any sense?

Burglary? Don't you bite!

Sorry, sir.

We know that McLean got a phone call
from Grady last night.

They had to be planted to me.

Where are they now?

Yeah, well, we're working on that. Well,
you'd better work down fast.

Inspector, a man called Sullivan's been
bringing... Am I invisible or something?

Give us a minute, OK?

Sooner or later, someone's going to make
the connection between these killings

and the bullion robbery, and then we'll
have up to our eyes in press.

Excuse me, sir. Not now, Fraser!

What we need now is progress.

And from now on, I want to be kept
informed.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Understood.

Sir, I've got to... What was this about
Sullivan?

He says he got your message and wants to
make an appointment for him and his

partner to come and see you.

Appointment? You tell him to get
themselves down here right now.

Oh. Get on to Sergeant O'Donnell.

Tell him I'm still waiting in background
for Grady.

Sir. Yes, what is it? I think we've
found him. Grady? No, McLean.

But I don't think he's going to have
much to tell us.

Had a quick search round for the key by
the looks of things.

Then just bust it open.

And you've no idea if there's anything
missing, Jo?

Well, presumably the owner will be able
to tell you that.

Yeah, that's if he ever shows up.

Get the police checked for fingerprints,
yeah?

Though, to be honest, I don't hold out
much hope.

You didn't notice anything unusual last
night?

No. And Jamie?

He said not.

But I'm not for sure, Jackie.

He's very upset about something.

Is it OK to have a word?

Of course.

Who are this for?

Builders, sir. They found the body.

Morning! Good morning!

Keeps them so cheerful.

Why wouldn't McLean be meeting anyone
here?

Nostalgia, maybe.

A bit before your time, Michael, but
this place used to be a favorite hangout

for half the thugs and hoodlums on the
east side.

I'm told they did a very good eggs and
bacon in the Turkish baths.

Ah, it's full of ghosts, these old
places.

Including his, presumably.

Ah, yes.

Well.

The question, of course, is, did he fall
or was he pushed?

So what's the answer?

Couldn't possibly say.

There are extensive injuries to the
skull, of course, but they could have

caused by the fall.

Maybe he was practising his swan dive.

He was obviously expecting trouble
anyway.

Hasn't been fired.

Sir.

Same type of card.

Same initials.

Grady.

Hello?

Jimmy?

It wasn't me.

I didn't feel anything.

Well, no -one thinks you did.

He will.

He'll think I did.

Who?

Mr Edwards?

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

Did you steal something, Jamie?

You did, didn't you?

Borrowing isn't stealing.

No.

No, of course not.

I only wanted to take a look.

I put it back.

Well, isn't that a kind thought,
McKenna?

Well, I was supposed to say, you know.

Take no notice of the miserable old
bastard.

Common courtesy is wasting the likes of
him.

What are you doing that for?

I'm very cosy.

Inspector Jarden, is it?

Well, this is a pleasure.

And sure, don't apologise for keeping us
waiting.

I can tell you're a very busy man.

You're saying Billy's dead.

And that comes as a complete surprise to
you, of course.

Well, aye.

God rest his poor soul.

It certainly does.

Pure stunner, that.

Although, I did hear he'd a touch of
heart trouble.

Was that what did it now?

No, Mr. Sullivan.

We believe he was murdered.

Murdered? Well...

We have no wonder of suspicion, surely.

We've just the two good eyes and the
three good legs between the periods.

All the same, where were you last night?

Well, now, I'd have to think.

We'd have been at the Blue Lagoon until
about ten o 'clock.

Then we'd have meal and a few drinks
with a couple of our female employees.

That right?

Aye, that's right.

I can give you their names, if you want.

What about Liam Grady?

When was the last time you saw him?

Grady?

Hear that, McKenna?

As you know, in Rio or someplace.

Ah, I'd say you're definitely barking up
the rang tree there, Inspector.

To my knowledge, no one's had sight or
sound of Grady these past 15 years.

Well, now you know where to find us,
Inspector. Drop by any time.

Oh, don't worry.

We'll be in touch.

And I'd be careful if I were you.

Apart from Grady, you two are the only
members of the original team left.

Oh, we're always careful.

Isn't that right, McKenna?

Oh, always careful, Oz.

But we certainly appreciate your
concern.

Small businessman of the year material,
eh?

Definitely. Inspector, I think I may
have something for you.

Grady, is it?

Ah, he's bullshitting us.

Does he know?

Jackie, did you hear about McLean?

Yeah, I just heard.

So, what happened at the hotel?

Well, there was a break -in sometime
last night.

Whoever it was, seems to have had a
pretty thorough look through McLean's

things.

What were they looking for?

Who knows?

It's a possible scene of crimes. They'll
come up with something, of course,

but... What's this?

It's a treasure map.

Oh, yeah?

My cousin Jamie.

He claims he copied it from an
originally found in McLean's room.

Says he saw it in a dream.

A dream?

He doesn't mean any harm, Michael.

He just lives in a bit of a fantasy
world, that's all.

Yeah, well, back here in the real world,
O'Donnell's come up with an address for

Grady's uncle.

Apparently they were close at one time.

Do you want to come?

Fraser? Sir?

Get that picture of Grady circulated.

Then go down to the sauna and check out
McKenna and Sullivan's alibis for last

night, OK?

Yes, sir.

Treasure Islands, can I help you?

Mr Stevenson, please.

Just a moment, I'll put you through.

Hello? Mr Stevenson, there's a call for
you.

Thank you.

They've just had Sullivan and McKenna
in.

Now, it was impossible to tell what went
on, but it's only a matter of time

before the statements and the rest of
the report gets down here to me.

What do you want?

Never working.

Do you look for me?

Alan Tompkins.

We'd like to talk to you about your
nephew, Liam.

You're about 15 years too late.

If I knew where he was, do you think I'd
be living in a dump like that?

Hello, my darling. Welcome to the Blue
Lagoon.

And if you're looking for the boss, he's
not back yet.

Dear Isla, right?

Right. Then I've got a few questions for
you.

Really?

I wonder if you could confirm the alibis
of Mr Sullivan and Mr McKenna.

They came into the police station and
they claimed they left here with two

employees.

That's all I've got left to leave him
now.

I thought you said there was letters.

Ah, that's him on the tapes.

You don't have any examples of his
handwriting at all? He was never a great

for the writing.

Aye, aye.

He must have been about 14 when he ran
away from home.

I came back from my work one day, and
there he was, sitting on the doorstep.

Why did you run away?

His da was a no -user for the off.

He took to the drink after my sister
died.

Used to beat the kid up.

He was with you for about three years,
you said?

Left home when he was 17, 18.

He was already into the thieving and
that, I suppose.

But he always kept in touch.

Then I saw the robbery on the TV.

I never heard another word.

I was gutted, so I was.

Who's this?

Sister Maggie.

She must have been about, what, ten
there?

Do you know what happened to her?

She was taken into care, I think.

Right after her dad did the world a
favour and drank himself to death.

And if we borrow these?

Help yourself, like.

Never did me any good.

Evening, Bella.

I hope you're not running late.

All right?

The law's been sniffing around.

And? I said exactly what you told me, my
darling.

We were together all night.

Come on, Bella.

Here goes.

Cheers.

I don't like this.

I think we should get somebody else in.

No.

We do it alone.

Just you and me.

What about a boat?

Billy already got one, didn't he?

We'll take that.

Yes.

Ah, yes.

It's the police again.

That's about all for now then, Uncle
Alan.

Hope you're keeping a bit better these
days.

Anyway, that's all for now.

Cheers then. I'll try and see you soon.

Doesn't exactly sound like a criminal
mastermind, does it?

And what's one of those supposed to
sound like, eh?

I mean, can we have some useful
comments, please?

Hi there. It's been a while, Uncle Alan.

I've taken up swimming and I'm going
twice a week now.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Where the hell do you start looking for
someone after 15 years?

Hello again, Hen.

Was it you that phoned?

Me? No.

I got a message. Your Inspector Jardin
wanted to see me.

Well, I'm sorry. I mean, I can check for
you. But I think you already left.

So you back?

It's out.

Almighty.

Are you okay?

Well... I don't believe I've ever seen
anybody steamed to death before.

Is that your official diagnosis?

Hardly. It should be quite fun working
out the actual cause of death, in fact.

But there's considerable cyanotic
congestion to the face, so my best guess

this point would be some kind of stroke,
coupled with heat exhaustion.

At least there's no question of an
accident this time.

And I found this.

Your killer has a sense of humour,
Michael.

Stewed pew.

I'm going to show you next door, sir.

It looks as if someone got in here quite
recently.

There's a trainer -type shoe print.

Looks like a woman's size.

Apparently the window's quite often left
open.

Some of the girls like to come in for a
quick fag.

I'm assuming this is how her killer got
in.

Part of being an insider.

Someone who knew the routine.

If it is a woman, that would tie in with
a girl in an alley where White was

murdered. Where's Sullivan?

I phoned his flat, but he's not
answering.

Get over there and take a look, OK?

OK.

Nice one.

Mrs Hastings?

Yes?

Jackie Reed.

I rang you earlier.

Oh, yes, asking about Maggie Grady. Come
in. Oh, OK.

I understand you fostered her for a
while after her father died.

She's not in any trouble, is she? Oh,
no, no, it's nothing like that. We're

really just looking for some information
about her brother.

Brace yourself.

We were just in the middle of eating.

Everybody, this is Jackie.

Hello?

I was saying...

Not today, sir, thank you.

I'm going to need a list of names and
addresses.

Anyone who's ever worked here.

No.

I mean, it isn't possible.

Most of the girls don't even use their
own names. It's all Sophie and Yvette

Zsa Zsa, you know.

And we don't exactly insist on
references.

So how did you get in touch?

I've got numbers in here for most of
them.

That's Maggie.

She'd be about 13 then.

And how long was she with you?

About a year.

Excuse me. Oh, sorry.

She was known as emergency fostering.

But I think the truth is no one knew
what to do with her.

She was quite an exceptional child, you
know.

In what way?

Very bright, for one thing.

And difficult.

Well, that's not so unusual.

Most of these kids had it pretty tough.

But she had extreme mood swings.

She could be violent at times, towards
herself and others.

Will you lot be quiet, please?

And you didn't see anything of her
brother?

Oh, to be honest, we tried to discourage
too much contact.

He was a bit of a tearaway, the feeling
was he was an unsettling influence.

But Maggie worshipped him.

I think she fantasised he was going to
gallop up on a white horse one day and

carry her off, you know?

He used to send her these rather mockish
letters on tape.

And you didn't see anything over when
she left?

We'd have to have social services, I'm
afraid.

Oh, well.

Thanks, anyway.

Flea. I'm looking for Mr. Sullivan.

Oh, I just knew there was something
funny about that man.

Do you know he moved in just over a year
ago and he's done nothing to it?

Absolutely nothing.

Well, I mean, you can see for yourself,
this is a very select estate.

And there he is, practically living out
of a cardboard box.

Okay, thanks very much. Just remember
and get a contact address to WPC, okay?

Any progress in Grady's sister?

Evidently she was adopted by a couple
who moved down south about eight years

ago. I finally got a number out of
social services.

It's like pulling teeth.

What is all this?

It's the massage joint.

Half the female population seems to have
worked there at one time.

Well, you should talk to the proprietor
about his paying conditions.

I would, if I could find him.

Turns out he was here last night.

Got a phone call saying he was wanted.

The killer, you think?

Lay money on it.

According to Sullivan's next -door
neighbour, he's not been back for two

What is he up to?

He's probably running scared.

I mean, you can't exactly blame him.

Yeah, don't you stand there. There's
another 20 names in there we haven't

checked out yet.

Back a bit stiff, Michael?

Maybe you should seek some professional
help.

Hello?

Mrs. Lewis?

Yes? This is Detective Sergeant Reed
from Media Healthy ID.

Sorry, where?

I'm calling from Glasgow, Mrs. Lewis.
Oh, yes, of course.

I'm sorry to bother you, but we're
trying to get in touch with your adopted

daughter, Maggie.

Is she there, please?

No. No, I'm afraid she isn't.

Well, could you tell me how we could
find her?

No.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Lewis?

I don't know where she is.

No one does.

She was ill, you see. She was very ill.

And now she's missing.

And you haven't heard from her since?

No.

No.

Couldn't that be the Campbell telephone
number?

You know the students?

Hi there. It's been a while.

Hope you're settling in okay, Maggie.

I know it's tough for you staying with
the Hastings, but I hope you've managed

to make some pals with some of the other
kids.

Don't worry, I'll come back for you once
I've got the money.

I've met some friends who will help.

Hi there.

It's been a while.

Go to the swimming bath.

Hi there.

It's been a while.

I've started going to the swimming bath
and I've met a bunch of guys.

We've got great plans and it won't be
long before you can stay with me.

I'll buy us a nice house with a garden.
You can have a dog.

We'll have loads of money.

You'll make lots of new friends and I'll
never have to go away and leave you

again.

Right.

Thanks very much, Doctor.

And if you could fax the psychiatric
report as soon as possible.

Thank you.

That's it.

Got to be.

What's all the excitement?

Grady's sister, sir.

Turns out she was taken to a psychiatric
hospital in Surrey three years ago.

She had some sort of breakdown after her
A -levels.

Attacked her adoptive father with a
knife and then tried to commit suicide.

She was released into community care
last year, living in some sort of

hostel. She walked out nine months ago,
just disappeared.

And three months later, killing started.

And you think she came back to God?

Sure of it. The description we've got
matches that of a student called Sarah

Campbell, sir.

Now, Campbell admits having an affair
with the fourth victim, Gavin Scott.

And we've also discovered she was
working at the massage place.

It can't just be a coincidence.

Where's your motive?

Oh, well, with respect, sir, I think we
should ask her that.

Hi, Liz.

Liz, it's Jocelyn here.

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, thanks.

Look, I was just wondering, have you
seen anything of Jamie today?

Oh, God, I don't know what to do.

He's been gone since this morning. I'm
really starting to get worried.

Mr. Riley?

Hello? Is Sarah in?

No, I'm afraid she left about an hour
ago.

What do you mean, left?

It's sort of weird, actually, that I
came in and found her listening to this

tape recording.

All her stuff was packed.

She just got up and walked out. No
explanation, nothing.

Mr. Edward?

Not some.

Only me.

You're in there, sir.

Well, don't worry.

Just you behave yourself.

I'm not going to help you.

Any of you running around telling
everyone my business, though? Could I?

Where are we going?

Just a wee fishing trip, son.

That's all.

How far have we got with this Sarah
Campbell?

Oh, we've circulated her description,
but no luck so far. And you think that

and Grady were in it together?

Yes. Well, Ted.

Sir, everyone's always assumed that
because half the gold from the robbery

never recovered, that Grady got away
with it.

Well, what if he didn't?

What if McLean stashed it before he was
caught, intending to go back for it

later? And didn't tell Grady, will you?

You mean it might still be where he put
it?

Well, to explain why Grady would come
back and why McLean was holed up in the

pub waiting for him.

And if Grady and his sister were working
together and blackmailed McLean,

there's your motive for the other
killings.

Well, it's an interesting theory,
Jackie.

But our priority has to be to find Sarah
Campbell, so let's get on with it,

shall we?

Any sign of Sullivan?

Not yet, sir.

We're going to put our feet up.

What are we waiting for?

Time and time, sir.

Time and time.

No, it's bugging me.

Sarah Campbell's only been back in
Glasgow for a few months, right?

Now, each one of these murders needs
detailed information about the victim.

Where he lived, where he worked, where
he was at his most vulnerable.

Who's been telling her all that?

Grady, presumably.

Or McLean.

Grady's been out in the country.

McLean's been banged up for the last 15
years.

So where's she been getting her
information?

Oh, who knows, Michael?

What's that down here?

It was McLean, sir.

Seen a crime by the partial thumbprint
on the edge.

Tony Sullivan's.

Sullivan?

It was Sullivan who broke into the
hotel?

It's going to be a long night.

Fancy going out and getting a sandwich?

Sure. Now, you hang on here.

Wait for the psychiatric report on
Grady's sister.

And don't worry.

We'll bring you something back.

Go on, son. Take some. No, don't.

Well, you're a bit of an oddity, right,
aren't you?

I didn't kill him, you know.

Your pal, Mr. Edwards.

For then, I've always had a very
forgiving teacher.

He was a bad bastard.

Sold out his mates.

Do you know what that means?

We couldn't settle for life.

That wasn't enough for him.

He had to get greedy.

So what did McLean have that Sullivan
wanted enough to break into the hotel,

sir?

What do you want?

Michael.

What's the problem?

Evening.

Didn't know you two were acquainted.

Acquainted? He could say that.

He was my DCI for the best part of ten
years.

I hear Tony Sullivan's gone walkabout.

Bit embarrassing, isn't it?

And how many more little nuggets have
you been passing on? Oh, come on. He's

of us, isn't he? He's a civilian.

And you've been giving him confidential
information.

You've got files in this case, haven't
you?

That's how you've been keeping them up
to date.

I've still got a few contacts around the
place.

I told you.

I'm writing my memoirs. Did you know
McLean was released early?

Hmm? Did you know McLean was released
early?

Oh, yes.

All right.

Now, why didn't you tell us? You didn't
ask.

I assumed you already knew.

I should have you arrested.

Why, you sanctimonious little dick.

I was pulling villains before you were
in short trousers.

Look, what's his problem?

Oh, it's not just my problem, pal.

You might not realise this, but you
could have been aiding and abetting a

multiple killer. What's he talking
about?

Do you know a woman called Sarah
Campbell?

No. You're lying.

I've never heard of her. That's where
she got the postcards from.

You're bloody shot.

Her flatmate, Kate Riley, works for you.

Are you sure there's no way... I told
you, I never met the woman.

Sir. What?

This just came through from the
psychiatric hospital.

This is Grady's sister?

Yes, sir.

Kate.

This boat you was on about... I don't
know.

You just said it was around here
somewhere.

Hold on a minute.

It'll not be long news, son.

Don't worry.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Riley, you open the door, please. It's
the police.

Better use the front door, please.

Fraser, bedroom.

We should have checked.

I can't believe we just let her walk
out.

There's nothing there, sir.

Tiger! Tiger!

Come on then, darling.

Baby, bye.

It was me finding those tapes that did
it.

When she came in and found me listening
to them, she just seemed to go crazy.

Oscar 45 receiving.

Why were you looking for the tapes in
the first place?

Well, I just started to wonder, you
know.

First Gavin getting killed like that.

It was Kate who introduced us in that
bar I told you about.

And then I heard another man was found
dead at this place who worked.

It just seemed too much of a
coincidence.

The Blue Lagoon?

You both worked there?

Yeah.

I mean, it was Kate's idea. We needed
the money.

I still don't understand it.

Wouldn't she have to give the university
a real name?

Kate wasn't at the uni full -time.

She just sat in on a few evening
classes.

That's all.

We've just had a call from Sullivan's
neighbour, sir.

Reckons he's back.

Though, to be honest, I think she's
probably just imagining things.

Get over there and check it out, OK?

you get there, son.

You know what this is?

It's a treasure, Mark.

Right you are, son.

Ah, you're a wonder, you.

I've been here before.

Where? In my dream.

You were here, too.

You were running.

Go for it, Evans.

Yeah, don't hurry, bye.

Who is she?

She'll be fine.

No thanks to us, though, is it?

She could have been killed, Jackie.

Jordan.

When?

When was this?

Jackie, give us another map.

Uh -huh.

Yep.

Oh.

All right, I'll get back to you.

I found Sullivan's car at the harbour,
and it looks as though McLean's boat's

missing too.

Michael, bring me over those charts.

Look.

What is it?

Jamie's treasure island.

It's not an island at all.

It's a sandbank.

No sign of life, is there?

It is his house. Shouldn't we knock or
something?

Why not just send a thing in telegram?

Check upstairs.

Go, Jimmy!

Go, Jimmy!

Jimmy, stop!

Miss McKenna, you miserable old bastard.

God, McKenna, help me.

No!

No!

No!

Liam Brady.

He trusted McLean, you see, sir.

Looked on him as a sort of father
figure.

McLean must have told him that once he'd
get rid of the others, he'd split up

the goal between them.

What he really wanted was Liam's help in
stashing it.

And then McLean killed him?

He'd have probably done the same to
Jamie as well, if he'd had the chance.

There'd have been two bodies out there
in the mud.

Not a word.

What made her so sure her brother was
dead?

He left home before he'd go back for
her. When he didn't, after all these

she just couldn't bring herself to
believe that he'd abandoned her, I

We found her diary, sir. It was all in
there.

Of course, she had no idea which member
of the gang had done it, so she killed

them all, just to be sure.

All set?

Yeah.

Night, then.

Good night.

Hi. How are you?

Oh, I'm fine. Nice to see you. Oh,
thanks. Hi, Jimmy.

Good evening. How are you? I'm fine,
thanks very much.

Shall we go in then, eh?

So, have you decided where you're going
yet?

Sorry?

On holiday.

You've been going on about it long
enough.

How can I with this?

Anyhow, I've got to go to hospital next
week.

A no little holiday island paradise for
you this year, then, eh? No, sir.

No Tahiti?

Bali?

Bahamas? St Kitts? Oh, ha, ha.

Bye -bye, Bermuda.

Key West.

Rothson. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha.

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