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Petlana? Petlana?

You don't have to hide from me.

I'm not angry anymore.

I've been such a fool.

Forgive me, my darling.

No one could replace you.

No one.

Coming.

Sir,

you're after here?

It's perfume, sir.

It was used in the killing.

Who reported it?

The housekeeper, Caroline Page.

She's with DS Reid.

Wife? Dead.

And buried.

Children? Apparently not.

Open my window, will you?

It's locked, sir.

Oh, great.

Does the housekeeper know anything?

Not a lot, sir.

She's been living in for two years.

Mr Hollis sent her away for the weekend.

Looks like he's had a visitor.

Your powers of deduction are sharp this morning.

What a waste.

Caroline, this is Detective Inspector Jordan.

Hello, Miss Page.

I, er... I wonder if you'd mind telling me what happened to you this morning.

I came back at 6 .30.

I got Mr Hollis a big plane.

I made his morning tea.

And, er... Where did you be?

Away for the weekend.

Staying with my boyfriend, Duncan.

Have you spoken to anyone since you phoned the police?

I just came in here.

Sorry, what was that?

I saw him on the floor and I came to my room.

There's a phone in here.

You've uncovered him.

Did you put the sheet over his body?

Yes, but... I didn't touch anything.

Why did you do that?

Well, that's what you do, isn't it?

Cover the face.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'll go and organise some transport.

Great.

Caroline, does anyone else have keys to the house?

No, definitely not.

You sound very sure.

I'm sure.

It was just Mr Hollis and me, no one else.

And he wasn't expecting any female visitors?

No one ever came here.

Only Mr Metcalf.

Who's he?

I hear Manager's Mr Hollis' timber yard.

Comes every Monday morning at 8 .30 to talk business.

Well, is there any reason why he shouldn't be here now?

I don't know.

OK, look, do you have any relatives or family you can stay with?

I'll stay with my boyfriends.

Fraser.

Unmissed page back to her boyfriend.

Just confirm she was with him all weekend.

I must just get my bag.

OK.

Jack Hollis.

This photo was often in the evening times, doling out money to various

charities.

Very active in Rotary, that sort of thing.

Then he lost his wife.

None of us heard from him again.

Does Jack McVitie know what's happened?

No.

Oh, no, don't tell me they were pals.

Well, it's years ago now.

When did Mrs Hollis die?

Phew.

Must be five years ago.

He still owns that big timber yard out at Clyde Bank.

There's something in his hand.

Oh, it's a gold button.

He could have pulled it from the clothing of his killer.

Would a man wear that, Jackie?

I think you're better qualified to answer that.

This is a fortress.

Whoever it was came through the front door.

A woman?

Someone known to Hollis?

A prostitute?

You're looking for quite a woman.

He was struck first on the top of the head, hard, with a darned emotion.

But the second blow with a perfume bottle...

It would have taken a very strong person indeed to inflict that amount of damage

to the skull.

And the bottle.

It's the Miyake Nicole Fari.

What? The clothes.

All bought recently.

How do you know?

It's called fashion, Michael.

Perhaps you just like dressing up in women's clothing.

In a size 12?

I don't think so.

Cherchez la femme.

I want to know why this Metcalfe broke his routine and didn't turn up this

morning.

Perhaps Oliver told him not to.

Well, if he does turn up, keep him here till I get back.

Found anything?

Aye, just gosh.

No prints.

Just some blonde hair.

Ah, so it's true.

Gentlemen prefer blonde.

It's a neck up by the opposite.

David, I've got a couple of minutes for you.

You visited Mr Hollis' house every Monday, I believe.

That's right.

To go through the books and get him to find the cheques.

But not this morning.

Why was that?

Because he told me last Friday not to come. I didn't see why.

Was he meeting someone, do you know?

I've no idea. Jack never told me anything.

Well, you're his manager.

Look, he let me get on with it.

I need no complaints.

If you want to know anything personal, you should speak to his housekeeper.

She'd know the intimate details.

Are you suggesting something?

No, I'm just seeing to talk to her, that's all.

Can I ask you something?

Where were you last night?

Oh.

Michael? Yeah.

I think it's found blonde hair from Hollis' pound.

Mrs Hollis was blonde?

Yeah, but I think they might have pushed a vacuum around in the last five years.

The housekeeper there, she was blonde.

Dr Andrews put the time of death between midnight and 2 .30.

To be more accurate, he needs to know if central heating switched itself off at

night. It's to calculate the ambient temperature.

Look at Hollis' checkbook.

Ten thousand cash?

The eleventh.

Last wait, aren't we?

I understand you knew him, sir.

I'm just going down to the mortuary if you want to come along.

No, no, no, Michael. I didn't know him that well.

Was he, uh... Was he interested in women, do you know?

Generally.

Why? He lived alone.

And yet he's been buying expensive women's clothes.

Perfume.

Champagne for two in the study.

Maybe he was in love.

At his age?

He was only 60, Michael.

It doesn't suit you.

There's a button missing.

April 1986.

Could you find out the combination?

I should think so.

No, don't touch the inside of the safe.

Need to check it for fingerprints.

He left everything to his wife.

You're absolutely sure that no one else had a key?

Yes. I would have been the one to get the key cut.

Mr Hollis never went anywhere.

Well, I think that's strange because... Well, our people have been all over the

house and...

There's definitely no sign of a break -in.

Could he have had a visitor?

At that time of night?

What time of night, Caroline?

He didn't have visitors.

Then why did Mr Hollis tell you to stay away for the weekend?

I don't know. He didn't say.

Was it the first time he asked you to take the weekend off?

No, he asked last weekend.

And you've no idea why?

No.

I told you.

Answer me this, Caroline.

Why would Mr Hollis tell Mr Metcalfe not to come at 8 .30 in the morning as

usual when it was all right for you to return at half past six?

I don't know.

Perhaps I had a different reason for not wanting to see him.

Do you like Mr Metcalfe?

You don't.

Don't think he likes me.

Don't know why.

OK, Caroline.

We'll leave it there for the time being.

Just so you know, at some point we'll need you to come back to the house to

check and see if there's anything missing.

Valuables, money, jewellery.

Do I have to?

It'd be a great help to us.

All right, then.

Oh, and we're going to need you to take your fingerprints.

Did you know her employer, Jack Hollis?

I never met her.

He was a bad influence on Caroline.

Really?

I reckon.

In what way?

Getting her to do everything, you know.

While he lazed around.

She told me she loved her job. That's what I mean.

It's not natural.

A girl should have her own life.

Did you know Mr Hollis had a thief?

Yes. In the cellar.

Did he ask you to put things in it for him?

No. He didn't tell me the combination.

So you didn't see his will?

No.

Did he promise to leave you anything?

No.

I don't know.

Why all these questions?

I'm sorry, Caroline.

We need to know.

Did Mrs. Hollis own all these clothes?

Who else?

Well, there were two champagne glasses downstairs.

Are you sure you didn't have a lady friend? No.

Yes, I'm positive.

He was a nice old man.

He wouldn't hurt anybody.

All right.

This is why I called you.

Now, what's puzzling me is the bloodstain.

Now, the sheet soaked up quite a lot of blood, and that suggests that the sheet

was put on the body soon after death, before the blood coagulated.

Once it coagulated, it would stick there.

Caroline said she put the sheet over the body at 7am. She couldn't have done.

It must have been put there at least five or six hours before that.

Either somebody else did it, or she's very wrong about the time she got back.

Either way, she's lying.

You never left your boyfriend's flat on Monday morning, did you?

Yes. No, you didn't.

You caught a train from Queen's Park at 11 .23pm on Sunday night.

If you'd gone back to the house on Monday morning, you'd have changed at

to continue your journey. But you...

You didn't.

You took a taxi.

There are no late -night services on Sunday night. Yes or no?

You were seen, Caroline.

We spoke to your taxi driver.

Yes.

So, you returned to the house on Sunday night.

Although Mr Hollis had told you not to come back till Monday morning.

Why did you go back so early?

I had a row with Duncan.

Are you sure you and Duncan didn't go back together?

You let him in and then... No!

I was on my own.

Two glasses of champagne.

It was entertaining.

Behind your back.

A woman?

No.

We found this button in Mr Hollis's hand.

Do you recognise it?

No.

I don't know.

Look at this drawing.

The buttons are exactly the same.

This was in Mr Hollis's study.

I didn't notice.

You're the housekeeper, Caroline.

You do the cleaning.

The photograph was on the piano.

You must have had to pick it up to dust.

Did you ever go into Mrs Hollis's wardrobe?

No.

What happened to the dress?

I don't know.

It wasn't with her other clothes. I never had anything to do with these

clothes. Forensics found blonde hairs all over them. We're going to have to

a sample for comparison.

Is that enough for you?

I wish it was that simple.

A doctor has to take a sample.

Caroline, why did you wait all night before you called the police?

Because I knew everybody would think I'd done it.

If I was dead, you know, just after.

Weren't you frightened for yourself?

The killer could have still been in the house. Yes.

I was terrified.

I couldn't sleep.

I looked in every room. Did you look in the cellar?

Did the number 260344 mean anything to you?

Um...

26 -03 -44.

It's the 26th of March, 1944.

Mrs Hollis's birthday.

It also happens to be the number of the combination of the safe in the cellar.

You knew the combination?

No, Michael, she knew the date of Mrs Hollis's birthday. There's a slight

difference.

So she's our murderer.

Dr Andrews seems to think it was a man.

He's been smashing perfume bottles all day to see how much force was used.

It's not really a woman's crime.

Too messy.

And Caroline covered him up, because that's what you do, isn't it? Cover the

face.

I mean, murderers wouldn't do that.

She was the only one with a key.

Perhaps she let her boyfriend into the house.

There's no forensics to put him at the scene.

Housekeepers are very good at cleaning up.

That dress?

Hollis must have asked the women to wear it.

So?

Getting someone to dress up in your dead wife's clothes?

That's seriously weird.

It's about Lana.

Oh, Irina.

Irina.

It's so good to see you.

It's been so long.

When I got your letter out, God, I was so worried. I thought something had

happened to you.

Yes, that's right.

Irina?

It's okay now.

Yes.

Is this all you've got? That's all I have.

Well, this is the first thing we'll replace.

It is not necessary.

I do not intend to go anywhere.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

I'm sure you're not too hot in that coat.

Yes, I am.

In Russia, when I can only afford to buy one coat, I buy a winter coat because

you can always take it off.

And you?

You always wear these glasses?

Give them back.

No, no, I don't. I'm always bright.

In our cities, I think it is only criminal to wear these.

I like you better without.

Then I can see your eyes.

I don't know, it looks like America.

Well, not that I've ever been to America, but... Oh, it's good.

Right, certainly different from Kiev.

Kiev was wonderful.

Only because you were there with me, no?

It is sad I never get the chance to meet the woman you loved so much.

Yet she lives in your letters to me.

Thank you for sending me her photo.

I see she was a blonde.

I am a blonde like her.

But I am only 30, so I am younger than your wife.

I will keep her photograph and hope to return it to you in person one day.

Your friend, Svetlana.

Very friendly.

I think this must be the last one.

My flight from Moscow is booked for next Thursday the 22nd.

I look forward so much to seeing you, my dear Jack.

Although I know I can never replace your beloved wife in your affections, it is

my heartfelt desire that in some way I may be a constant and living reminder of

her. And I shall try to offer you both love and solace in our years together.

Your loving Svetlana.

Well, do you like it?

What do you think?

It's so big.

That one's for me.

Come and have a look.

I'll show you yours.

Well, this is your room.

I'll leave you to settle in.

I used to have to tell you there's nothing there.

Please, just leave us to get on with it.

Where did you get all this?

I

don't

know what they're doing here.

Duncan!

There must be £250 worth here.

It's a lot of money, Duncan, to spend on cigarettes and booze all in one go.

So?

I thought you were in benefit.

Right.

Get your coats, both of you.

Caroline doesn't smoke.

And she doesn't seem to me to be the type to drink whiskey with a case.

So?

Who you bought the cigarette and the whiskey.

Where did you get the money?

I said, where did you get the money?

I saved it up.

I don't believe you.

Prove it.

Did Mr Hollis ever mention a woman called Svetlana Lebedeva?

Leber what?

Svetlana Lebedeva.

Did Mr Hollis ever receive any letters from her?

I didn't read his letters.

We're not saying you did.

We just want to know if he received any mail from abroad.

From Russia?

A few.

From Svetlana?

Well, he never told me, but they were from a woman.

Well, how do you know they were from a woman?

They smelled of perfume.

Did this woman ever come to the house?

No. I've told you, no one came to the house.

That's the one.

The founder, sir.

Vetlana Levadeva. Care of the Anesthesia Matrimonial Agency, 128 A. Manteith

Street, Glasgow.

And immigration says she hasn't flown back to Moscow yet.

She shouldn't be too hard to trace with a name like that.

I think I'll just get over there now, sir.

Good. I'll come with you.

Oh, no, that's okay, sir.

Jack Hollis was a friend of mine.

I'm taking a particular interest in this case.

Right, sir.

Can I help you? We're looking for whoever runs this agency.

Anastasia, presumably.

Um, well, I'm afraid that'll be difficult. She's in Russia.

Can I help at all?

Mary Hulsey, I .D. Superintendent McVitie, Detective Sound Reed.

Geoffrey Mulligan, how do you do? You'd better come in.

I'm afraid the office is a little déshabillé today. We're just in the

reorganising.

Sue. You work for Anastasia?

Um, well, yes and no.

Shall I let you into a secret?

There is no Anastasia.

Like her namesake, the Romanov, she probably never existed.

I found this photograph in a magazine in my hotel room in St. Petersburg. It's

become a sort of motif.

Sir, how can I help you?

Do you have...

Are Mr Jack Hollis on your books?

Yes, we do.

What a dreadful business.

And how about a Russian lady?

Svetlana Lebedeva.

Yes. If you'll just bear with me a moment.

Yes, here we are.

Jack Hollis, 464, with Svetlana Lebedeva.

They would have made a perfect couple.

I say so myself.

Can I just ask you something?

How did you know about Svetlana?

From her letters?

Ah, yes, of course.

Actually, I've got a note of it somewhere. I must write to the young

stop her from making an unnecessary journey.

We think she may already be in Glasgow.

Lebedeva?

No, no, no. She's not due for a few weeks yet.

Well, could she have come early and not contacted you?

Well, that would be most unusual.

Would it be possible to have a photograph and her address?

Yes, of course.

About you and me?

No, it is a remembrance.

My mother.

Your father?

Someone who left me.

Fortunately.

Why did you come here so early, Irina?

I told you in my letter.

It's fine, no?

Fine?

It's more than fine. It's wonderful.

I just wanted to know.

It was my boyfriend from years ago.

Alexei.

I had to escape from him.

He frightened me.

What do you mean? Tell me.

There's nothing more to say.

It is in the past now.

You know, I never knew this place existed.

Okay, Brian, drop it into the mainframe, see what it comes up with you. Just a

minute.

Sir, forensics have come up with something.

The blonde hairs, they're from two separate women.

One's died, one isn't. One of them's Caroline Page?

Yes, sir.

She's the natural blonde.

So who's the other one?

Sveta Lana.

Russian cartoon character.

Mickey Maskey.

Definitely don't.

It's him.

It's him. It's him.

The man I was telling you about. He must have followed me from Kiev.

Lena, calm down.

I'll stop that.

Irina, visit the boy. He's stuck in my yard.

Svetlana Lebedeva.

We know she arrived at Glasgow Airport Thursday before last.

And according to Jeffrey Mulligan, who runs the Anastasia Matrimonial Agency,

when a Russian woman arrives, the men have to make hotel reservations for her.

The women don't stay at the houses, okay?

So, I want you to show this photograph around all the hotels.

Start with the five stars.

Hollis had money to burn.

Oh, and she may have dyed her hair blonde, so bear that in mind.

This is the mail client list of the Anastasia agency.

You've each been given different names, so I want to find out if anyone else was

corresponding with this.

Svetlana.

There's one here in Alatul, sir.

Yeah, I know it's a nice sunny day, Fraser, but I think a phone call on that

one. All right?

OK, that's all.

Moscow just sent this photograph of Svetlana. Good.

The same woman.

Jack Hollis was besotted with his wife.

Even if he were reduced to this, surely he would have chosen someone who

resembled her.

Maybe he fancied a change.

Well, she's certainly that.

Love can be blind, Jack.

I'm frightened, Martin.

After you came to Kiev, things were very bad for me.

Like they followed me.

In the night, he used to beat on the door where I live.

What did he want?

Me.

He saw us in the streets together.

He got jealous.

Is he your husband?

Would I be here with you?

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

Why didn't you just... I don't know, just call the police?

The police are his friends.

He pays them.

They will do whatever he wants.

He just won't give up. If he's so obsessed with you, why would he want to

you?

Because he can't have me.

You have never felt this... this rage before?

When something is taken away from you.

Something you can't live without.

Irina. You'll kill us both.

This isn't Russia.

We'll go to the police.

No.

No, Martin, please.

He's killed people.

I don't want that to happen to you.

Yeah, that would be great.

Thank you.

There's been a demarcation at Duncan and Caroline's place. Can you handle it?

Yeah, sure.

What's your name?

Jane. Jane.

Tell me, Jane, who employed you? Was it Mr. Williams or Mr. Fairbairn?

Mr. Fairbairn.

More tea, Mrs. Fairbairn?

Pardon?

Tea or coffee?

No, thank you, Jane.

I haven't touched her.

Do you want to go into the other room?

And tell the police what a bastard I am? Back off, Duncan!

Why don't you people get out of my flat?

If I don't need.

I won't be any more.

Stay with me.

What are you staring at?

Uh -huh.

Where is he, Peter?

Martin's taking a couple of days off.

Oh?

Well, I can wait.

Please, marry him. What?

Look, Peter.

Tell Martin I know about his little love nest.

And you can tell him I'll be defending the divorce.

I'll let him know.

Good. I'm sorry you had to waste your time.

Oh, me too, Peter.

You knew Mr Hollis had been to the bank.

You expected there to be a lot of money in the house.

Were you...

Disappointed it wasn't more than 10 ,000, Caroline.

I didn't want to take it.

But he always said he would leave me something when he died.

I didn't see any harm in looking at his will.

When I saw he'd left me nothing, I... I felt some... Why did you burn it,

Caroline?

Because I knew I shouldn't have taken it.

I was going to put it back, but I couldn't because you were there. And if

found it on me, you'd think I killed him.

Tell us about the dress.

It was his favourite.

He used to keep it on the dummy.

He used to talk to it.

I thought it would be OK to keep it.

Who slashed it?

Was it Duncan?

To punish me for burning the money.

Both of you are in deep trouble.

You understand that, don't you, Caroline?

Please, can I make a phone call?

I'm afraid not.

Don't I have the right to make a phone call?

I can call someone for you.

Hello? No, I wouldn't have seen her.

You don't get photographs from newsletters.

You have to write to them, asking for a photo.

Anyway, it doesn't tell you if they're healthy, does it?

It tells you if they're too ugly to live with.

She in trouble, then?

That's what I've got to find out.

That's a pity.

She's been great to me.

Who's been great to you?

Anastasia.

She recommended just the right woman. First time.

I only had to write Nina one letter when she was at the airport.

Must have been a very persuasive letter.

Aye, we're married in a month.

Nina! Stay away from the sheds.

She shouldn't have gone near the sheds when she was pregnant.

She's not the brightest of girls.

Well, girls can't have everything.

Thanks for your help.

You didn't plan this together?

We didn't plan anything together.

I've never set foot in that house.

The first time I saw the money was when Caroline brought it up to my flat.

But you knew where it came from?

Of course I knew.

Did you care about Caroline?

Yes.

But you'd let her steal £10 ,000 from the safe of a man that's just been

murdered, knowing that she'd be suspected?

I didn't get her to do anything.

She'd already stolen it.

What could I have done?

I'll tell you what I think you did do.

I think you murdered Hollis, and then you both took the money. I told you.

I've never been in that house.

In my life.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is it?

When I first started working there, he just wanted me to put his wife's perfume

on.

I felt sorry for him.

Did you tell Duncan this?

Nobody.

I didn't have to do it.

I didn't want to lose my job.

But then you started wearing his wife's clothes.

We found your hairs on them.

He used to put music on and I'd dance around.

Or I'd lie in his bed and he'd just...

Watched me for hours.

Did you have sex?

Sometimes.

I didn't mind.

Were you wearing the dress when it happened?

No.

I said the dress was on the dummy.

There are some...

Russian dolls in the house.

People are a bit like Russian dolls, aren't they, Caroline?

You open the map and inside there's another person.

And another.

And another.

Who were they a present from, Caroline?

I don't know. They just appeared.

But you thought they were a gift from someone?

I didn't think about it.

Well, I think you did.

I think you wondered what was going on.

Did you ever have any Russian visitors at the house? No one came.

I said.

Duncan knew what was going on.

Didn't he?

He was pretty angry.

He's always angry.

Someone else was wearing these clothes recently.

Did that make you angry?

You were very happy with Mr Hollis.

But then this other woman came along.

This little Anna.

Who was going to take your place.

Mr Hollis had been writing to her, hadn't he?

She was going to be his wife.

I wonder why he didn't tell you.

Was it because he'd have no more use for you?

That's why he told you to stay away for those two weekends.

So they could be alone.

So they could drink champagne.

So that she could dress up for him.

Like you did.

Nobody came.

Perhaps we should be looking for a woman's body as well.

Rena?

Darling?

Rena?

He keeps calling, but they won't say who it is.

Maybe Alexei has his number?

Or maybe somebody else does.

Not Alexei.

Mr. Robert Tulloch.

We're making inquiries with the Anastasia Agency.

Your name was on their book.

What, day one?

Did you receive the newsletter?

Yes. We're trying to contact a woman whose name's on the list.

Svetlana Levadeva. Have you corresponded with her by any chance?

No.

You're sure?

Yes. I've never heard her name. I know all her names.

It's a long list.

By heart.

Marina Anatolyevna.

Elena Chachiskaya.

Tatyana Platinova. Okay.

But her name was on your newsletter.

No, it certainly wasn't.

Do you recognise this woman?

No.

You only get photographs when they write back to you.

Do you have anything?

No one's written back yet.

We know Svetlana exists.

We've seen her letters. We know she arrived in Glasgow.

But we haven't found anyone who's seen her.

Nor anyone who recognises her photograph.

We've tried all the B &Bs and hotels in Glasgow, sir.

She's obviously gone to ground.

In more ways than one.

What?

She could be under it.

I must learn to eat more clothing.

It's not your last meal.

Do you remember that restaurant by San Sofia?

Oh, God.

Appalling. I was so proud.

The way you complained.

Nobody dares do that.

Oh, you're going to walk out.

I was so hungry.

I had to be cute for an hour.

Well, darling, all that's behind you now.

Unbelievable.

Found anything?

No.

Are you alright?

Yes.

Come on, let's get you up.

Thank you very much for your help.

Thank you very much, son.

Thank you.

What did the writing say?

Now, Martin.

What is it, a threat?

To the time and the place.

I'm scared, Martin.

He's not going to harm you.

We're going to go straight to the police and we're going to tell them

everything. No, we can't. For goodness sake, Irina.

If they arrest and deport Alexei, he'll send some of his friends over.

Some of them are worse than he is.

Taxi!

He can send over the Russian mafia for all I care.

What is this?

Will you take them on with a table knife?

If I have to, yes.

Come after the storm.

Hmm?

This music.

Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony, right?

You were supposed to be brought up on Tchaikovsky.

Rachmaninoff.

What about Borodin?

Rimsky -Korsakov.

I love the way you say that.

Prokofiev?

Sibelius? No.

Silly. He was Finnish, even I know that.

Well?

Doesn't matter.

Oh, God.

I want you so much.

No, not yet.

Something wrong?

We will know when the time is right.

I'm not staying.

Is that right?

I wasn't at home Sunday night.

After Caroline left, I wanted another drink.

So I walked out to Bankhead to see a friend.

Who? It doesn't matter because I didn't get there.

A police car found me in the pavement and they took me in.

And what time was this?

One o 'clock.

Here? No, Govan Hill.

Were you drunk?

Of course.

That's why Caroline left me.

She hates me drinking.

So you have been lying to her?

I'm not going to lie anymore.

Not for her.

Why have you changed your mind?

Because I had nothing to do with it.

I don't want to be kept in here for something I didn't do.

Just to give her an alley -by.

All right.

I'll check it out.

Jeff, you stay here.

I must go to meet Alex Day tonight.

I can't let you do that.

I must.

Then I'm coming too.

Please. to let me handle things my way.

Please.

You've got my message.

Well, it isn't a social call.

Oh, no, it isn't.

It's just something I remembered.

You never know how important these things are.

Why?

Well, a couple of months ago, some fella came round here asking questions about

Jack Hollis.

Trying to find out what his work, how healthy he was, that sort of thing.

And? Well, that's something to get lost.

Said he was a private detective.

And a £300 suit.

And what did he look like?

Forty. Tall.

Balding.

Sandy Brown here. You know him.

Is there anything else you've just remembered?

No. Oh, you should ask Caroline.

Maybe you'll get her to talk.

Your old friend Caroline?

Hardly.

Why didn't you like her?

I thought she was creepy.

Creepy? It was something about the relationship.

It wasn't quite healthy.

Last Christmas, Jack Hollis invited me for dinner.

God knows why.

He'd get blind drunk, ramble down about his wife.

Anyway, Caroline, she...

She kept leaning right over him, polishing his cutlery, adjusting the

his lap, I think.

Oh, I didn't want to look too carefully, do you know what I mean?

But they had something private going.

You've certainly got an awful lot of memories.

But you never know what's important.

OK, Mr Metcalf.

You've been very helpful.

A bit late, but very helpful.

Svetlana Lebedeva.

Was she a popular client?

In what way?

In the only way that men want to write to her.

Not especially popular?

Hardly surprising, is it?

Since no one's even heard of her.

The newsletter you send out to clients?

No Svetlana?

Ah, yes, but that depends on which month. You see, they come in and out.

have a change of heart.

You take a good deal of interest in your clients, Mr Mulligan.

I do pride myself on our personal service, yes.

You visited Mr Hollis' timber yard, spoke to his manager.

You asked all sorts of personal questions.

Mr Metcalfe thought you were a real private detective until he saw the cut

your suit.

And is it illegal to impersonate a private detective?

It's illegal to impersonate anybody.

I really don't see the harm.

I mean, I need to be sure that people are who they say they are.

So that you can introduce them to exactly the right women?

Well, yes.

Surely you don't do that for all your clients?

No.

We offer two levels of service, one for ordinary people and... And one for the

rich.

You're a special client.

You check into their finances.

I have a great responsibility to the young women who join Anastasia.

They don't want to escape from the CIS and run into hot water here.

You want to see what they're worth?

Look, some of these young women make no secret of the fact that they're looking

for a wealthy man.

I see no harm in that.

They have youth and beauty on their side.

Most of the time.

So, you find these rich men?

Then you send them bounty hunters.

Put like that, yes.

Mick Lebedeva.

Has she contacted you recently?

No.

She hasn't.

It looks as if she's got you into a great deal of trouble.

You're under arrest?

For impersonation?

Here you go.

All right, Caroline, you can go now.

I don't understand.

You're free to leave, as long as you turn up for your court appearance.

OK?

Oh.

You mustn't follow me.

Promise me?

It can't go clean.

I said

let

her go!

Stay back! Stay back!

We've got to get out of here.

We've got to get out of here.

I am free.

Don't you see?

Nothing stands in our way now. I have just killed someone.

He deserved it. It makes no difference.

For God's sake, Irina, I am a businessman. I don't go around just

people.

Drink.

It's the best thing that could have happened. What are you talking about?

We are free to do whatever we want.

I told you we would know.

Know what?

When the time was right.

I just don't understand it.

It's the middle of nowhere.

It may take some time before they find him. I should go back.

Don't risk it.

But I left the gun. My fingerprints are on it.

But nobody has your prints, do they?

The police?

Well, no, but... No, there's nothing that connects you to Lexi.

They won't even be able to identify him.

Maybe he had something in his pocket.

No, I know him. It's a danger if you're stopped.

No.

I still think I should go back.

Hello? This is DS Reid, Media Hill Police Station.

I'd like to speak to Martin Fairbairn.

Um, what about?

Could you let me in, please?

Yes, of course.

Sorry, I didn't quite catch your name.

Detective Sergeant Reid.

No, please.

We were just having some coffee together a few... Good.

I really ought to be getting off to my office. This won't take very long.

I just need to ask you a few questions.

You've been a client of the Anastasia agency for the last six months.

Um... Something like that.

What are you here for, exactly?

We need to speak to a woman who's also a client.

Asvetlana Levadeva.

The name means nothing to me.

No.

I thought the anesthesia agency was for single men.

That's right, yeah.

I've just spoken with your wife.

She gave me this address.

And it all sees, yeah. I haven't actually got a decree yet, but... Irina

over a little earlier than I expected. It's messed things up a bit.

But not too much.

Irina, this is Sergeant Reed. She's a policewoman.

Come to talk about one of Anastasia's clients, that's all.

Have you seen this woman?

Sorry.

I've got a hay fever.

I see flowers. Martin insists on buying.

No.

No, I haven't seen her.

Do you still have a copy of the Anastasia newsletter?

No, no. I never had one.

Mr Mulligan arranged the introduction.

And you're with the agency as well, Miss... My papers are in the bedroom.

Oh, thank you.

Terakova.

Terachova.

Where were these taken?

Oh, Kiev.

Martin came in the springtime.

Thank you.

Will you have a cup of coffee?

Oh, thanks very much.

George.

Heard you were very good with airports.

What do you want?

Irina Tereshova.

She said she arrived here last week from Kiev via Paris. I want you to check it

out.

I've written her name down.

Save you the embarrassment of asking me how to spell it.

Very funny.

I thought I might find you here.

Caroline, you can't stay here.

You do know that.

It's trespassing.

Where can I go?

I suppose technically you're homeless.

I'll speak to social services, see what they can do.

You might have to stay in a hostel for a couple of nights. Look, it'll be with

other women.

That wouldn't be so bad.

Can I just ask, have you ever seen this woman?

No, why?

I should have thought.

It's a holiday like blonde.

Right, you can go back to the station with me, see if you can sort something

out.

Irina Tereshova.

She's bona fide.

Her flight details are correct.

She flew Aeroflot from Kiev to Paris last Wednesday and then from Paris to

Glasgow in Scott Airlines, flight BF228.

Was it the same woman I saw earlier?

The man at passport control was adamant. She was the only Ukrainian on the

flight, so he paid particular attention to her.

And she was attractive, apparently.

Have you got her details from the Anastasia sales?

There's nothing there.

Mulligan. I like that one.

Most expensive.

I know.

Spoiling me.

Cash or credit card, sir?

Credit card, please.

Okay, thank you.

Bye.

Hello. Congratulations.

Don't touch it!

Get us some water, quickly!

Run!

Who was she, Martin?

Tell me.

Not now.

Why not?

Why didn't you do it?

Will I live?

I should think so. It was for furic acid, Mr. White.

You were very lucky.

We'll need to see both of you again, okay?

Susan, can you come here a moment?

Oh, there's a police officer waiting to take a statement.

You've got to get out of here. Now.

Are you going to be all right?

Who was she?

Just get out of here first.

Irina.

I want to know now.

It was my wife.

Your wife.

Come on, please.

But I thought you were... Let me get home.

Okay?

I have committed adultery!

I would never do that! Never!

Martin, you lied to me!

How can I wear this now?

I have to go out.

Why? Where to?

I can't tell you.

I'll come with you.

No, just stay here. I won't be long.

What is this about? I'll explain later.

Martin, I... Please.

Just stay here.

All right?

I've told you everything.

That's what you said the last time.

Then we bumped into another of your clients.

Is Martin Fairbairn quite well off?

I've no idea.

You made inquiries at the company's house.

It's perfectly legal.

You didn't have to do much research on this one, did you?

Is Miss Tereshova exactly what you were looking for?

What?

Irina Tereshova.

She teaches literature.

Or at least she did before she came here.

What was supposed to happen when Mrs Fairbairn found out?

Mrs who?

Fairbairn's wife.

Ex -wife.

No.

They're still married.

You slept up.

Haven't you, Mulligan? He said he was divorced.

So you have been sniffing? No.

He told me himself. He lives alone.

Jack Hollis.

Did he get what he was looking for?

Wasn't this woman, was it?

No. No?

Why did she have to disappear?

Did your plan go wrong?

I really don't understand you.

The men who have money, the ones who get special treatment, they get robbed,

don't they?

You're a crook, Mulligan.

I should be very careful what I say if I were you.

I've never been charged with anything in my life.

That business at the university, I was victimised, if you must know.

It's called politics.

Svetlana. Look, I want to know where she is as much as you do.

It's these Russians who are the crook.

They saw the whole thing.

Who could have done this?

How the hell should I know?

They left this note.

They want £100 ,000 by tomorrow.

There must have been a security camera. Those are stills taken from a video.

How did they find you?

I traced the car.

What have we done?

What have I done?

I pulled the trigger.

Shot a man in cold blood.

Oh, not so cold. Alexei would have killed us.

We must go to the police.

And be sent to prison?

Martin, we would end up losing each other.

How did I do?

Is she still a beauty to behold?

Do you actually want to go to prison?

Oh, I'd have to do something really wrong, darling.

You're sick.

And you're dangerous, you know that?

Well, whatever I am, you've made me, Martin.

I haven't made you into anything.

You've always been like this. You are insanely jealous.

For God's sake, you've always been unfaithful to me.

creeping into the house at some godforsaken hour, making phone calls to

the middle of the night.

How many times? Those were client.

Where's the key to the Aspen? At two in the morning. In America.

And... I've smelled them on your clothes.

Do you know, I sometimes wish you were right, Marion.

I've wasted a lot of time on you.

Sweetheart.

I'm in love with this woman.

Don't touch her, do you hear me?

Don't ever come near her again.

What does she call herself?

I'll need to let my solicitor know.

Her name's Irina Teracheva.

Irina Fairbairn.

That sounds ridiculous.

You get it into your thick head, Mary, and we are separated.

Oh. I'm not going to fight to keep you, Martin.

But I will fight to keep what's mine.

You're having the house. That's more than fair. Mine, to begin with. Yeah,

it's me who's paid the bill. Don't forget that. Oh, I don't intend to.

Where are the keys?

Look, I mean it, Marion. I need the keys to the Aston. It's mine.

You gave it to me.

Now I'm taking it back.

It's mine.

Perhaps the judge will give it to you, but it'll be three months before it even

gets to court.

How much younger did you say she was?

I need it by tomorrow.

I don't know, Martin.

It's a great deal of money.

I don't have any choice.

You keep still.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Look, Peter, we've got £70 ,000 in the current account.

Salaries are just about to go out, so give me £50 ,000.

Do you want to help me, Peter? Of course.

Oh, then.

That's a promissory note.

Against what?

Your house.

You're just about to lose it to Marion.

There won't be any problems.

If I can just raise the cash.

Is this to pay off Marion?

I don't know.

Because if it is, it won't work.

You know the way she is. You can't trust her. We'll be back for more.

I just want her out of my life.

One minute.

7 .30 tomorrow morning. Same place.

Oh, hey.

Don't worry, Irina.

Look, it's only money.

You'll get by.

I guess.

I know you're alive and we are together.

I could not have killed Mr Hollis.

You know I have an alibi.

Oh, you didn't do it personally, Mulligan.

But you're still a prime suspect.

Oh, that's absurd.

Until we find Svetlana.

Did you arrange to meet her with her?

Fly back to Moscow?

You go to Russia a lot, don't you?

Of course I do.

So what happened to the real Svetlana?

Did you send her off to your dacha?

Or is she floating in the Black Sea?

Oh, Inspector Jardine. Yeah.

Sorry, Martin Fairbairn's not here. Can I help you?

Yeah, do you know a woman called Irina Tereshkova?

I believe she's staying with Mr Fairbairn.

Martin does have a guest at the moment. I think that's her name, yes.

So you've never met her?

No.

Has Mr Fairbairn taken a large sum of money out of the company recently?

Martin withdrew £60 ,000 earlier today. It's a company account.

Which you co -authorised, presumably?

I did.

And do you know what the money was for?

He wouldn't say.

But you must have been curious.

Yes.

And you've really no idea what it was for?

Martin is going through a rather messy divorce.

So?

His wife is very difficult.

Martin?

Bit of a quickie divorce.

Irina?

Irina?

Who is it?

Just a minute, please.

Can we come in for a moment, Mr Fabian?

Yes, of course.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you.

Your wife's been murdered.

Is Miss Tereshova here?

Um... Yeah.

Yeah, she's, um... She's just getting dressed.

You wanted to be rid of her, didn't you?

Did I?

That's what Mr Williams, your partner, said.

She was going to contest the divorce.

She wanted to, uh, sabotage, I think he said, your relationship with Irina

Tereshova. Those were words in private.

I'm sorry, I thought.

But heartfelt.

No long court battle now that she's dead.

Everything's yours. I was at the apartment with Irina all of last night.

Which, Mr. Tereshova, will corroborate, no doubt.

However... However what?

I think you killed your wife.

You're marrying. I'd have done it years ago.

Mr William seemed to think you were ready to do something desperate.

As an accountant, what does he know about desperation?

Mr Fairbairn.

Do you want a gun, Mr Fairbairn?

No.

You couldn't shoot someone at point -blank range?

At any range.

That's why you put the duvet over her face.

So that you couldn't see what you were doing?

Or perhaps you paid someone to do it for you?

£60 ,000.

Enough to hire a professional.

Wouldn't you agree?

Look, this is... Did

you ever have any direct contact with Mrs

Fairbairn?

I'm being a dart.

That's direct, I think.

Acid.

Why didn't you report this to the police?

It's not my country. I don't know how you do things here.

By you, I meant Mr. Fairburn as well.

That's Martin's business.

He's a man.

He must settle his own affairs.

Exactly.

So... What would you do with a woman who threw acid at you in your country?

I wouldn't.

I would have to think about that.

This just arrived from Hollister in London.

Wonders will never cease.

So what was the money for?

I was going to take Irina away.

You know, get far away from my wife.

So you still have this money?

What did you do with the weapon?

I've never held a gun. We know that your wife attacked Irina.

Who told you that?

Irina.

Really?

The reason you didn't report it was because it would make you look as guilty

you possibly could look when Marion was found with three bullets in her head.

And two.

Before you said it was two, I'm sure you did.

Miss Karachova, you're free to go.

I'm free to go?

We've no more questions.

And Martin?

Mr Fabian will have to remain here for the time being.

I don't understand. He was with me.

Please, can I see him?

I'm sorry, that's not allowed.

I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be here. It's okay, Caroline.

It's okay.

Can I come in?

The hostel told me what happened. I'm leaving the dress. The judge said so.

Where else could I go? Look, I don't think you have to worry about that now.

Executor?

Executor.

It's the person who deals with a will.

Mr Hollis changed his will last year.

He's left you everything, Caroline.

The house, the business, and his money.

What about the money I stole?

Well, I'm not sure, but it's my guess that the charges against you will be

dropped.

I don't see how you can steal from yourself.

He must have really liked me.

Evening. Hi.

Oh, that just arrived.

Anything interesting?

If they're here for anything from the Hollis murder, neither mind 40 for hay

fever.

Well, what are we waiting for?

It's Mulligan.

The police are on this. I've got to talk to you. Let me in.

I think they'd better take the stairs.

They're your fingerprints.

They can't be.

No two people's fingerprints are the same, Mr Fairbairn.

It's prima facie evidence.

This is crazy.

It proves you've held this gun.

God, they're very clever.

Who's that?

Whoever's doing this to me.

Where did you find the gun?

Tell me, it's important.

In your apartment.

Not my apartment.

Why don't I take it back there, would I, for you to find?

How do I take it in?

Where's Irina?

She's gone.

Something's happened.

Yeah, it has.

Jeffrey Mulligan was murdered in your apartment building this evening.

Irina!

Why did you kill him?

Sooner or later, he will talk.

Don't worry.

Sometimes, if someone has to, they act painfully.

They must talk.

No violence.

By the rules, you don't offend anyone. By the rules?

They have nothing to do with it.

They will put you in prison for what you did.

We have the money.

Who cares about him?

You know, the fact that you slept with him doesn't bother me at all.

But if it's something bigger... Don't forget!

Without me, you won't have a life. Right?

You

think

I like to be rude to you?

But one of us must be strong.

There's a body you should be looking for.

A ruffian.

I shot him.

But when it was self -defense, they saw it.

Who saw it? It was on the video.

You're not making much sense, Mr Fairbairn.

What Russian?

His name's Alexei.

He followed Irina here.

A nightmare.

The money was to pay off a blackmailer.

Which blackmailer?

Where's the body?

It disappeared.

I went back, but it just wasn't there.

Mr Fairbairn, do you know what a fall guy is?

Inspector Jordan, I need to see you.

Tell him it's urgent.

If you'd like to wait here, please.

What's your real name?

Ruthen Baker.

Where are you from?

London.

When did you go to live in Kiev?

I never lived there.

Well, not for more than a few weeks at a time.

What medicine do you take for your hay fever, Miss Baker?

Nasamine 40. Why?

I'd like a sample of your hair.

What for?

In connection with another matter.

Jack Hollis.

If it's her you've found in his house, it'll be mine.

the night he was killed.

Jack.

He was really very sad.

You were Svetlana?

Uh -huh.

Mulligan got me pictures of Hollis's wife.

Poor old man thought I was her resurrected.

Oh, that was the whole idea.

I would be exactly what each man wanted, though he would end up doing anything

for me.

But then my past would catch up with me, a jealous ex -boyfriend, Alexei.

The man would be tricked into shooting Alexei dead.

We would blackmail him, and then I would disappear.

So what went wrong with Jack Hollis?

Jack Hollis was a physical wreck.

Mulligan should have found this out.

I went along with dressing up in his wife's clothes, but he wanted...

No, he was 60.

So I rang Mulligan up from the housekeeper's room and told him I

through with it.

Did you ever see the housekeeper?

No, I didn't. She was sent away both weekends.

Anyway, when I finished the call, Hollis was standing right behind me.

He saw the whole thing was a set -up.

So you killed him?

Stopped him telling the police?

It was Alexei.

Alexei Klyanovich.

Is this Alexei English, too?

No.

He is Russian.

I met him in Kiev on a university trip organized by Mulligan.

Jeffrey Mulligan started the Anastasia agency.

Like they saw how big money could be made.

It was his idea.

It worked twice before brilliantly.

And then this time...

Alexei went back to Hollis' house to find the letters I'd sent from Russia.

And... he just killed him.

Mulligan flew me back to Kiev and... we started working on Martin.

For who's this?

Someone Mulligan knows.

She forwarded the letters.

And lent her identity.

Why, uh... Why are you volunteering all this?

Can I speak to Martin, please?

I'm not alive.

How could you?

I hated believing you. Stay away from me.

You set me up.

You put me through all this.

I suppose he's been your lover all along. I suppose he still is. No.

You won't make the way. There's nothing to explain.

I've told them everything.

Don't you see?

I'm here because of you.

Because I love you.

Don't.

Just don't.

Please don't.

I fell in love with you.

I really did.

Get her out of here.

Please.

Please let me prove it. Get out!

I worshipped her.

I want to talk to her again.

I'm afraid not.

Please, for God's sake. I don't think that would be a good idea.

Later, perhaps.

What is it, Michael?

We found out who Jack Hollis' killer is.

Is he in custody?

Not yet.

He killed again the earlier this evening.

Where is he?

He's in the city.

We have his accomplice, Irina Tereshova, or Susan Baker, to give her her real

name.

She's due to meet him later, sir.

They're to rendezvous at a location near the docks, then get on a boat to

Russia.

Is he armed?

Almost certainly.

Could be dangerous for the girl.

I think she's used to it, sir.

You're asking me to ask the ACC to sanction a shootout in the middle of the

city? No, sir.

It's by the river. It's deserted.

Sir, there's no time to be lost.

All right, then.

Sir, it has to be tonight, or else it'll be too late.

It can't wait.

The ATC is hosting the function.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Irina?

Tara Choba, a .k .a. Susan Baker, is going to be meeting this chap, Alexei

Kiyanovich, at Port Glasgow.

We don't exactly know when yet, but he's going to phone her at three o 'clock to

tell her.

Now, he thinks they're going to get on a ship bound for Russia.

We know there's a Russian cargo ship that's due to leave Port Glasgow

morning. And remember, this guy has killed three people already.

But Irina, Susan, she's one of us.

At least we think she is.

So look out for her, OK?

Port Glasgow.

The end of the dry dock.

Eight o 'clock.

She's on her way. But be advised, she's now blonde.

Repeat, blonde.

Go ahead.

Approaching now.

I read from Jardine.

Go ahead.

I don't think he's here.

Ann,

please!

You're completely surrounded!

My face down in the ground. Spread your arms and legs.

Both of you!

Lay down your weapon!

On the ground! Now!

Oh, you did love him.

Martin would have waited, don't you think?

Love is blind.

Isn't that what McVitie said?

Yes, I know the city like a lover.

Good or bad, it's hard to love another. But I found it's no mean

town. No mean city.

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