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Drink it.

Come on.

Come on.

Don't you quit on me.

I saw you fight, right?

Not looking quite yourself, I thought.

Colonel!

I'm worried.

The coach dropped them three hours ago.

Should we be thinking about a search party?

They find their own way here.

That's the whole point, isn't it?

Well

done,

guys.

Come on.

All right, are you in there at the back?

Welcome to Executive Adventures.

All right

Morning, Michael.

Morning.

Do you have an idea?

No, sir. Not yet.

Great way to start the week.

With a health freezer.

Morning, Michael.

Jackie. Morning, Stephen.

Well, I hope you haven't had too much breakfast.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Maryhill Police Station. You want another

round the front?

Oh, right.

Look, I'll take this way if you want.

What's the matter, anyway?

Um, it's my wife, Penny.

I just don't know where she is.

When did you last see her?

Uh, Friday afternoon.

Three days ago?

Oh, you see, I've been away on a survival exercise up north all weekend.

Were you in the army, Mr, uh... No,

I mean, I was.

I'm an instructor now with Executive Adventures.

We do management training courses, sketching for grown -ups, Penny calls

The thing is, she was supposed to be staying with a friend in Glasgow, but

apparently she never turned up.

Have you checked the hospital?

Nothing. Well, that's good.

Look, if anything happens to her... I'm sorry, it's just that she's never done

anything like this before.

There's not much you can do at this stage, I'm afraid.

You should file a missing persons report, though.

It's through there, first left.

And you should try checking the hotels.

Right. Yeah, I'll do that.

And, um, if you think I can be of any help, there's a call.

Thank you. Sir.

I'm sure she'll turn up.

You're late.

I'm sorry, sir. My alarm.

Well, it's not your usual sort of knifing.

No defence wounds.

Jugular, trachea, cervical ligaments completely severed.

Apparently by a single stroke.

Time of death?

Well, judging solely on the progress of rigour, six, seven hours.

So, what's she doing here at that time?

Order!

All right to move on, Michael? Yeah.

A blood donor card.

Very appropriate.

Name of Barbara Hancock.

Well, I think we can rule out robbery.

Look at this.

Company.

Is that an escort agency?

I would explain along.

Morning.

Do, uh... Do we know you?

Fraser, isn't it? Didn't you used to be in the police force?

I'm sorry I'm late, but... You'll have to execute us.

But we're a wee bit late.

My alarm didn't go off.

The victim's not called Letham by any chance, is she?

No. Thank goodness for that. This man came into the station... Tell me later.

At this moment, it looks like our victim may have had a date with someone at the

hotel last night.

So, ask the staff to check for a description.

OK.

And, Stuart, take yourself a new alarm.

Very nice.

Not exactly red light bulbs and fishnets in the stairwell, are they?

Yes, dear.

How can I help you?

Headline story.

A body was found in a Glasgow hotel car park this morning.

Police have not yet named the victim, but she's described as 27 years old,

5 foot 6, with short, dark hair. And they're anxious to hear from anyone who

might have seen her in the vicinity.

We can now join our reporter at the... Was she working last night, Mrs McBean?

I'm sure there's no connection with the agency.

Our clients are almost respectable.

Respectable?

Businessmen, Inspector.

Alone in an unfamiliar city.

What my young ladies offer is human friendship. A sympathetic ear.

Company, just like it says on the card.

And so long as they pay your fee, whatever private arrangements they come

none of your business?

I could tell you were a bright one.

Did Miss Hancock have a client last night or not?

Misses, as it happens.

She was a widow, like me.

Yes.

Just a moment.

I don't hold with computers.

I find people respond better to the personal touch.

Some gentlemen prefer not to make the booking in person, but...

Unless they're regular, we always insist on ringing back in a private line.

Discourages the time wasters.

Mr. Thompson, looks like a mobile number.

Thank you.

Glad to be of help.

Okay.

DC Fraser.

What have you got?

We've had half a dozen possible sightings.

A man in his 30s, 40s or 50s. Medium height and build.

Wearing a grey, brown or blue suit.

Two boots for glasses.

And one that was wearing a conference type badge.

We think we're on to him anyway.

We gave the escort agency a false name. Surprise, surprise.

We've got a listing for the phone. It's one Gregory Clunas.

Check and see if he was registered there last night.

Did you have a Gregory Cunard thing last night?

Room 104, but he's checked out.

Yes, sir. Room 104.

Have the room sealed.

I want it gone over with a fine -tooth comb.

Yes, sir. Then get yourself over to the victim's house.

Start canvassing the neighbours.

Oh, that was quick.

Sorry? Greg's upstairs just now doing his Tai Chi.

I'm sure he won't mind being interrupted.

Greg? It's the police, darling.

About your phone.

She could have checked in under her maiden name, Walker.

Sorry, I didn't mean to say that.

Hello again.

Why hello? It's Constable Fraser, isn't it?

Thanks anyway.

And as you can see, I've been taking your advice.

Any luck?

Let's be quite clear about this, Mr Clunas.

You claim your mobile was stolen sometime yesterday morning?

That's right.

But you only reported it two hours ago.

Right again.

How come?

I had other things on my mind.

My company is at the forefront of CAD.

Computer -aided design.

And some of our best contacts come from trade fairs like Plexitech.

So you were too busy touting for business to pick up the phone?

If that's how you want to put it.

And I didn't have a phone to pick up.

Did I?

We're investigating a particularly brutal murder, Mr Clunan.

Do you find that amusing?

No, of course not.

But I've told you.

I'd never even heard of this escort agency.

So, it was just coincidence that the killing happened near the hotel where

were staying?

Not necessarily.

So how do you explain it?

Well, I'd say the obvious inference is that whoever stole my phone was staying

there too.

Well, we'll certainly look into that, Mr Clunis.

We won't take up any more of your time.

Sergeant.

You don't believe him? Of course not. He's lying through his teeth.

That doesn't necessarily make him the killer, though, does it?

Where's the motor?

Oh, come on, Michael.

Underneath all that Oriental bullshit, what is he?

Just another randy businessman with too much money, a taste for call girls and a

shepherding little wife.

You mean blackmail?

Well, you've got to admit it's a possibility.

Hello, Gloria.

T -L -C.

Team building, leadership, communication.

That's the essence of what this course is all about.

And how do we achieve that?

I thought we were just a publishing company.

But no.

Seems we've joined the SAS.

HRD. Human Resources Development.

As individuals, you'll all be tested to your limits.

And hopefully in the process, you'll be learning whole new ways of working as a

team. So where is the famous fire -breathing Colonel Falkirk, do we

Robert?

So sorry, something came up at the last minute.

No problem, Malcolm.

Will Penny be joining us?

Oh, she's visiting some old school pal or something.

Spare her the moment. You know these young girls.

Pity.

Come on, let's go through.

The oysters are pretty reliable here, I find.

Gloria.

Thanks for coming.

No trouble, Mrs. Macbeth.

You've had your hair done.

Oh.

Lovely. Don't you think, Sir Trevor?

Yeah.

Very nice.

Sit down, dear.

So, what have you and poor dear Barbara been up to?

Nothing. You wee whore!

You think my heat button's up the back?

Nothing, Mrs McBain, I swear to God.

Anything useful?

No one had a bad word to say about her. Nice girl, always very cheerful, no

strangers hanging around.

Her husband was in the Marines.

He died in a helicopter crash about five years ago.

She got a pension, and according to the neighbour, she's been living off that,

plus the income from a bit of modelling work.

And she was doing some sort of acting course at the Western Academy.

Who's the lady?

Boyfriend? No one regular.

Or if she did, she kept him pretty quiet.

Family?

Parents both dead.

But the lady next door mentioned an uncle who visited a couple of times.

Did you get the description?

Mid -fifties, smartly dressed.

Quote, a real gentleman, unquote.

I have to be honest with you, Robert. I'm not sure now's the time to be

extending your credit, both at a large amount.

Come on, Malcolm.

Well, the training sector's looking pretty crowded these days, and with your

stepdaughter now owning half the shares.

I told you. Penny's behind me 100%. Look, I'm sorry.

I have to dash.

Malcolm, I'll tell you what. I'll take another look at the figures and let you

know one way or the other by tonight.

Fine. No problem.

Thank you for a splendid lunch.

Midnight ladies.

Leather girls.

Schoolgirls and such. All right, Fraser.

You don't think we ought to... No, I don't.

Michael.

Found this at the back of a drawer in the bedroom.

Well, that could bear out your blackmail theory, couldn't it?

I think we should have another word with the widow McBain.

You finish off here.

Right. And try and keep your mind in the job.

Bill now Colonel Falkirk then?

No, he's in Glasgow on business.

He should be back later on this afternoon, though.

Looking forward to that.

Tell him he'd be running all day.

Well, normally with Peter.

Peter left him. The Colonel's son -in -law.

He in Glasgow too?

Yeah, he actually is.

His point of view?

Blackmail's illegal, Inspector.

So it heard.

It's also bad for business.

Any of my girls tried anything like that, I'd... You'd what, Mrs McBain?

Well, I'd send them packing with a flea in their ear.

I bet.

So you've no idea how Barbara might have come by that much cash?

Strictly against the rules, of course, but it has been known for girls to run

their own list of regular clients on the side.

To avoid paying your fee, you mean?

It's a wicked world, dear.

You'll learn that when you're my age.

So, who might know who was on Barbara's client list?

Trevor!

Say hello to the inspector, Trevor.

Hello to the inspector, Trevor.

My driver.

None too bright.

Get Gloria's number for me.

Gloria Feeney.

She and Barbara were pretty close.

Mr Letham, would you like to come this way, sir?

Not your taste, I wouldn't have thought.

How the other half lives.

Take a look.

Stuart, is this strictly necessary?

I feel a bit.

Look.

It's Barbara Hancock.

She's been in all the ones we've looked at so far.

Well, I know she wanted to be an actress.

Oh, and I found this.

It's an electronic organiser.

And there's a file on it marked private, which I thought could be interesting.

But I can't get into it because it's password protected.

OK, the time's over.

Back to work.

These are Penny's clothes.

I need to know how long you're planning to keep this up.

Yes, I know, but she's been murdered.

Don't you think we ought to stop it now before...

Okay.

Thanks.

Thanks for bloody nothing!

Mrs Finney?

No, sorry.

Inspector Chardon, is it?

Date of birth?

Try that.

Jackie?

What, please?

Yes, sir.

Michael taking a night off?

You should know him better than that, sir.

He's meeting an informant.

Well, I'm having dinner with the ACC and he's going to want a progress report.

What shall I tell him?

Well, we're pretty sure Queeness was Barbara's date.

All we have to do is prove it.

We've had nothing from forensics on the hotel room as yet.

We're looking for leads on Barbara's so -called uncle, who doesn't exist, by the

way. And we're working on the possibility that Barbara was running a

client list.

Well, be quick about it.

When the media find out what this woman did for her living, they'll be coming in

through the windows.

Yes, sir.

And have a very pleasant night.

Deputy Fraser.

It's all right, Mr Letham.

Look, just calm down and tell me where you are.

If Barbara was up to something naughty, I wouldn't have a clue.

I already told Edie that.

Mrs McBain? Yeah.

Only tried putting the frighteners on, didn't she?

So why would she suggest I talk to you?

Sly old bag. Probably thought you'd be more persuasive.

I bet you can be too, can't you, Inspector?

Dead person, is it?

Mrs Feeney.

Gloria. Let's just stick to the point.

The manager said that she checked in Friday evening for the whole weekend.

But she only stayed for one night.

She had dinner and breakfast in her room.

Rang down for a cab.

What time was this?

Ten o 'clock Saturday morning.

And since then, no one's set eyes on her.

I mean, look at this place.

Even the stuff they'll hear.

Mr Letham, I'm sure... No!

Something's happened to her. I know it has.

It's pretty obvious what's happened.

She must have booked a room for a dirty weekend, changed her mind at the last

moment and gone off somewhere with her boyfriend instead.

She can't be short of money, then, this Penny Letham.

No, she's not.

According to her husband.

Her mum just died and left her half shares in this executive adventures

So what did you tell him?

What could I tell him?

Go home, try not to worry, that sort of thing.

He's not exactly the early bird, is he, Mr Clunis?

Hi. Peter, how are you?

OK. And Penny?

Don't worry, she'll show up.

So how's it going?

Let's just say I'm glad you're back.

Two, three, step.

No, don't do that. No? Come on!

It's all about getting people to work together as a team.

I thought about suggesting it to McVitie.

You do that, Stuart.

Just make sure I'm out of range first.

Oh, Declanus.

Stuart, let's not rush things.

I've been looking forward to this moment.

Morning, Sally.

Declanus, Mr Buckingford.

I'll take it upstairs.

Morning. Morning.

Can I help you?

Yes, I think you probably can.

Would you like to speak to Mr Gregory Clunis, please?

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm going to have to call you back.

What's going on?

You remember me, don't you?

Well, of course I remember you.

Now, what is this?

Gregory Clunis.

I'm detaining you under Section 14 of the Criminal Procedure Scotland Act

because I suspect you of having committed an offence punishable by

namely the murder of Barbara Hancock.

You're not obliged to answer any further questions, but anything you do say may

be recorded and given in evidence.

Do you understand?

Perhaps you'd like to go and get your jacket?

As you can see, the throat's been completely torn out.

Probably with a narrow -bladed instrument.

And torn with certainly from behind.

And that makes it unusual.

I'll put it this way. In over 30 years as a pathologist, I've never seen the

like.

It's the precision involved, you see.

Half an inch further forward, you hit solid cervical muscle.

Half an inch back, the spine.

Not a nutter, then?

Well, it's certainly not the sort of frenzied attack you'd normally associate

with a sexual motive.

No, I'd say we're looking at a very deliberate and carefully executed

Could it be someone who was into martial arts? Kung fu, that, couldn't it?

Well, it's a distinct possibility, I suppose.

for lunch.

Peter, I'm sure she's fine. You know what Penny's like.

I just meant she can be a little impulsive.

Don't worry, I know exactly what you meant.

That's the only reason I came back so soon.

I can't have a look at this if I don't trust her, can I?

I don't think you've met Mr. Turner, managing director of Kruger Publishing.

Call me Rick, everyone does.

Peter Latham. Glad to know you, Pete.

So I'm a big fan of your Colonel Falkirk.

Where is he, anyhow?

Bastard. Farron, you miserable specimen. That's Colonel, you old bastard, sir.

Bloody good to see you, Robert. Come in.

I'm offering you a full partnership. I thought that's what you wanted.

Things are different now, Robert.

Alone, then.

Full interest.

Be reasonable.

My capital's completely tied up.

why you've been brought here, Mr Clunas?

Well, it's not because you've found my mobile.

No.

It's because I think you're a liar.

I think you phoned that escort agency on Sunday night and made a date with

Barbara Hancock.

Then you paid her to have sex with you.

Would you like to know why I think that?

Go on.

Because our forensic experts found three separate sets of her fingerprints in

your hotel room.

What's the matter, Mr Clooney?

You've gone very quiet.

That doesn't prove we were there at the same time, though, does it?

She was a call girl.

She must have been in hundreds of rooms.

You don't give up.

I'll give you that.

What happened?

Does she threaten to call your wife?

I think I want a lawyer.

We found £5 ,000 in her flat.

Did you give her it?

Had you met her before?

I said I want a lawyer.

You had, hadn't you?

Did you kill her, Mr Clunith?

I'm saying nothing until I get a lawyer.

All right.

Get him a lawyer.

Then lock him up.

Well, so what?

Yes, what's it got?

Very nice.

I was a friend of Barbara Hancock's. A close friend.

Oh, yes, you told me absolutely everything.

You know what I mean?

Well, I thought you might.

I'll tell you what, then.

Let's get together, have a little drink, talk over some figure.

That sound good?

Who is this, please?

Well, I'm awfully sorry, Constable Fraser. You're out of luck.

No, no, no. We're just working on the place.

The owners are Mrs. Letham.

Yes, that's right.

Penny Letham.

Heather, what's that?

Another cheque's bounced.

Oh, God.

How much for?

400.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

Damn!

I could really do without this now. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you.

I know you've enough to worry about with Penny.

Oh, it's OK, Heather.

I'm glad you told me.

Look, I'll speak to the Colonel later, OK?

Just leave that stuff and I'll do it.

What exactly are you trying to tell me, Fraser?

Is there some connection between this Mrs Letham and our mother, Victor?

I can't explain it any more than you can, sir.

All I know is that her number was in Barbara Hancock's client list.

And that, according to her husband, Mrs Letham's gone missing.

Could you shed any light on this?

Go.

Sorry to interrupt, sir. My fault.

Inspector, I'd like to see my husband, please.

I'm afraid I can't allow that, Mrs Clearson.

Oh, I think you will.

You see, I've been wrestling with my conscience, and I think it's about time

told you the truth.

Don't worry, Greg.

We'll have you out here in no time.

Visitor for you, Mr Clunas.

Margaret? Hello, darling.

Your wife has something to show you.

What is this? What's going on?

It's Greg's phone.

It was never stolen.

I found it hidden in the bedroom. Margaret! Inspector, I must protest. Oh,

it, Philip. Can't you see he's not doing any good? Have you lost your mind?

I'm not the one accused of murder, Greg.

I never laid a finger on her.

I swear.

Never laid a finger on her.

What about this?

And this?

And this?

And this?

And this?

Where did you get these?

A nasty little private detective called Ferguson took them.

Paid him. You see?

You see?

The mad cow set me up. He didn't kill anyone. He hasn't got the gut. Cow!

Bastard!

Now, would someone please like to explain?

Shut up!

Shut up!

Well, I thought it might be Penny.

Gloria, it's me.

Brian.

Gloria?

Where are you?

Gloria, where are you?

Gloria!

Go... Oh,

Gloria.

You tell me he has an alibi.

Yes, sir. I'm afraid he has.

Oh, he'd met Steve and Barbara Hancock.

He could hardly deny it in view of those.

But we've spoken to Ferguson, the private detective, and he swears that

never stood from his room after she left.

Do you believe him?

Can't see any reason for him to lie, sir.

How did Ferguson get these photographs?

It was booked into the room next door. The balconies interconnect.

Evidently, Mrs Clunas suspected him of having an affair, so she hired a private

detective. When she found out what he was really doing, well, she just wanted

make him suffer.

So we've wasted two days over a marital dispute.

Come in.

Good trip.

I got in last night, in fact, but it was almost 12, so I went straight to bed.

Hadn't you better, uh... With you in ten minutes, then.

Fine.

So, von Ferdinand MacBetty, my clients are naturally anxious to know when they

may expect to be released.

Released?

I'm not intending to charge them. Am I not?

Withholding evidence, wasting police time, giving false statements. My, it's

going to be quite a lesson.

You crazy bitch!

I want a divorce! You want a divorce? Yes, I want a divorce! I'm taking you to

the clinic!

Michael.

What?

There's Gloria Finney.

She's dead.

Thank you.

The husband.

Only from the rig.

He just flew in from Aberdeen. Have you confirmed that with the airport?

Yes, sir.

Poor guy didn't even know that she was on the game.

Morning, Stephen.

Tragic. Really tragic.

It's not like you to get emotionally involved.

What? Oh, no, no, no. I meant this.

A 12 -year -old single malt.

And he never even opened it.

Get some shots of this throat wound, would you?

Yes, remarkable.

Same MO as the Hancock killing?

Carbon copy.

Trachea, major blood vessel severed with a single stroke.

In my view, you're either looking for one of my colleagues out of the College

Surgeons or someone with a high degree of specialist combat expertise.

Time of death?

Two hours either side of midnight, give or take.

I don't know how the killer got in.

There was an all -night party on the landing, and the neighbours are definite

that she came home alone.

Michael?

What did you make of it?

No.

It's not possible, is it?

It's been forced quite recently.

It's just as easy to get kids, I suppose.

Jackie.

Look at this.

I think he climbed back up again.

That's what it looks like.

Well, it should be easy enough to recognise Michael.

He'll be the one with the red outfit with the big black spider in the front.

Sorry. You all right?

Yep. Yeah, I'm fine.

What is it?

Guess the last number Gloria Feeney dialed. I've got a better idea, Freda.

tell me.

Executive Adventures.

Executive what?

For God's sake, man, there's nothing to it. You just lean out backwards and go.

I can't do that.

I'm acrophobic.

Oh, now you tell me. Look, I've got a phobia about heights. All right, all

right. No one's going to force you, but you can do this.

Come on.

Spread

your

legs, man. Legs apart.

Okay, everybody, down you come.

Very good, Mr Tanner. Hey!

Good.

Miss McClintock.

Come on, Diane.

You're going to be last.

You think Gloria Feeney was killed because she knew something about the

murder? That's the assumption we're working on, yes, sir. Which means she

have been in contact with the killer. And the last call she made was to this

executive adventures place.

Not much, is it? One phone call.

We also have a description of one of Barbara's clients who we think could fit

the owner, Robert Falkirk.

The Robert Falkirk?

You don't know him, do you, sir? Only by reputation.

He made something of a name for himself in the 70s as an Arctic explorer.

More to the point, he sits on the Youth Training Committee with the Chief

Constable. So we have to be very sure of ourselves before we start throwing

accusations around.

We're not accusing anyone as yet, sir.

But Barbara's client list... Also included the telephone number of a flat

belonging to his stepdaughter, Mrs Penny Lether.

According to her husband, she's gone missing.

Are you saying she's a suspect?

Assuming that she's still alive, of course.

Well, there's every possibility she could be another victim.

So what do you propose?

I'd like to put someone on the inside, get a feel for the place.

All we need is a company willing to provide us with cover.

And I thought in the circumstances, our Mr Clearest.

You sure you're not just looking for a paid holiday, Fraser?

Absolutely not, sir.

No, it couldn't be Fraser anyway.

Latham already knows him.

Who had you in mind?

Well, actually...

Can I help you?

Oh, hi there. I'm Jackie B. I'm Heather Robbie. I think you've been expecting

me. Yes, of course, from Clunis Design Partnership.

That's the one. Welcome to Executive Adventures.

Thank you very much.

Hello there.

Hello there.

Hello there.

Don't thank me for this one, then.

No, no, no, no, no.

What the hell do you call that?

I've seen a better finish on a mushroom pizza.

But I thought you were going for the distressed look.

Distressed?

Well, that wall is not distressed. It's bloody suicidal.

Paint it out and do it again.

Oh, come on, boss.

You're supposed to be craftsmen.

What the hell's the point if I have to stand over you the whole time?

Just do, okay?

Right.

I heard that.

Let's not get it right this time, okay?

Yes? I'm looking for a Mrs. Penny letter.

Aren't we all, dear?

Ah, you rang yesterday.

No, that was a colleague. Did she free them?

I'm sorry, as I told him, we're just working on the place.

But you implied that you've also been looking for her, Mr... Murray. No, take

notice, dear. That's just me being flip.

So when did you last see her?

Oh, let me think.

Not this Monday. Maybe the Wednesday before that. She generally pops in about

once a week.

From up north?

That would be a round trip of around four hours?

She mostly stays overnight with a friend, Vanessa McCormack.

Do you have her address?

Yes, yes, I think so.

Rather fun, that, don't you think?

It's for the dying room.

You must know Mrs. Latham pretty well.

She's the client, that's all.

We mostly just talk about the flat.

Is she in some sort of trouble?

That's what we're trying to establish.

Our husband reported her missing two days ago.

Oh, dear.

How dreadful.

I'm sorry you've got me all over dinner now.

Here we are.

Vanessa McCormick.

Thanks.

She withdrew 15 ,000... 15 ,000 pounds

from her bank. Do you know anything about that?

No. It wouldn't be for the flat?

OK. Well, if you do hear from her.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

It's not the bloody Fulham Road, is it?

Focus the other side. Take a big step.

You're perfectly safe.

Don't let go. You can't fall.

Oh, that's a huge comfort under the circumstances.

That's it.

Oh, is it really? How comforting for a dog. It's really not bad.

And now what am I supposed to do?

Everyone!

This is Jackie Reed.

She's here as an observer, but I want you to treat her as just another member

the team, okay?

Hey, Jackie, how are you doing?

Afternoon,

Miss Reed.

Welcome to the Legion of the Damned.

That bad?

Worse, darling.

Okay, okay, I'm good, I'm good.

It's absolutely typical of him, to be honest.

going off like this without a word to anyone.

She always was completely thoughtless, even at school.

Not that I blame her. Poor girl's been going quietly mad, stuck up there miles

from anywhere.

And, of course, she always loathed her stepfather.

Milk? No, thanks.

If it hadn't been for her mother being so ill, she'd have probably made a bolt

for it years back.

It seems to have come quite a shock to her husband.

Yeah. Well, nice enough boy, but rather better with maps and compasses and

things than people, isn't it?

Well, the question is, Miss McCormack, why would she choose to run off now?

She's got the money to do it, hasn't she?

Her mother died, you see. Left her half the business and the flat in town.

You say you've been there?

Yeah. You'd have met Angus then. I recommended him to Penny. He did this

Such flair, don't you think? Such a wonderfully...

Sensitive use of colour.

Yes, very nice.

Getting back to Mrs Latham, I understand she stayed with you quite often.

That's right.

In fact, Mr Latham was under the impression that she was here on Friday

when actually she was booked into a hotel.

Yes, well... Was this a regular thing?

Pretty well every week.

I mean, I don't know about the hotel, but I assumed she was seeing someone.

You mean having an affair?

Who with?

I have no idea.

You didn't ask?

Well, of course.

But she obviously didn't want to say, so I took the view it was none of my

business. I was just her alibi, isn't that what it's called?

And it didn't bother you, lying to her husband?

Not terribly, Inspector.

I mean, what else are friends for?

He just left.

Yes.

That's what I told him.

I'm not sure he believed me, though.

What's all that?

The Merry Widows record.

Unfortunately, Brian Feeney did some refiling before we got there.

Great. Is that the divisional vice squad?

Okay, is it clear to everyone what we're looking for?

Um, not really, sir.

Okay, then.

We found this telephone number in Barbara Hancock's client list.

It's listed under the name of Campbell.

Which we believe is a pseudonym for one Robert Falkirk.

Now, we're assuming he originally met her through the company escort agency.

So it's possible he also made bookings with other women.

Now, if we can find them, we should be able to get a description.

But if he'd used one false name, sir?

How do we know he didn't use others? We don't.

That's why we concentrate on the number.

Any booking in any name using that number, I want to know about it, all

Hi, this is DC Fraser, Mary Hill.

I'm interested in pornographic videos.

Oh, yeah, very funny.

I'm trying to trace a company who makes them.

It's Blue Light Films.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Don't let the bastard get you down, boss.

Oh, I've got his number.

Don't you worry about that.

OK, that's it.

All right, everyone.

Much better day today.

So, how did you find your first session?

Exhilarating. Yeah? Is that the word?

Yeah, good.

And I shall regain full use of my limbs in the next couple of weeks.

Team review!

conference room after dinner, please. Okay, everyone?

She's very, very keen on Heather.

Thanks very much. And good luck with the new documentary.

Unbelievable.

DC Fraser.

I heard you were interested in that Latham woman.

Who's speaking, please?

That doesn't matter.

Do you want to know who she's running around with or don't you?

Murray? But he's... Well, you know.

So? You know exactly what I mean.

He's gay, isn't he?

Well, he sounded pretty camp on the phone.

But that doesn't necessarily mean he's gay.

Or vice versa, of course.

You're a point taken.

Oh, I did some checking on those videos.

I spoke to the director.

He does documentaries now.

Fascinating stuff, Fraser.

Guess who the designer was on Paula's big surprise?

It was just a bit of a giggle, that's all.

I was straight out of art school, short of cash.

And this friend who was trying to break into directing offered me the job.

They didn't even need a designer, not really.

I just helped out with lights and costumes.

Costumes? But you didn't know Barbara Hancock. If you say she was in it, I may

have met her. I don't remember.

We didn't exactly sit around discussing our philosophy of life.

Are you a climber, Mr Murray?

I used to do a bit.

Don't have time for it now.

You still look pretty fit for a man with your record.

What do you mean?

Come on.

Did you know I think we'd do a bit of checking on you?

You've had two cautions for possession in the last five years. Oh, God.

You think we should search the place, Constable?

Please. I don't understand.

You lied to us, Murray.

This is about me and Penny, isn't it?

Just like school, really.

Oh, my, look who's pulled the head, girl.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Are you sitting comfortably?

You've got it all wrong.

It wasn't just some casual affair.

We were planning to go into a partnership together.

Partnership? Well, why not?

I've never been good with people, I admit it.

But with my design talent and Penny's social skills... Not to mention her

mother's money.

Yeah. Well, I don't deny that was part of it, too.

So how is business, Mr Murray?

Fine.

That's not what we heard.

Our informant tells us that you've not been paying your bills.

Okay, I've had a few cash flow problems. So what?

So that £15 ,000 must have come in pretty handy, then. I've told you I

know anything about that. Why don't you believe me?

I really cared for Penny.

I'd be the last person in the world to wish her harm.

Who said anything about her being harmed?

That's what you're implying, isn't it?

I mean, I just assumed.

Just exactly what did you assume?

You see, this is exactly what I was afraid of.

You're treating me like a suspect or something.

What do you think happened to him, Mr Murray?

I swear I have no idea.

I swear to God.

Sir.

They've come up with something on the escort agency records.

All right, Mr. Murray.

We'll be back.

I've seen a lot of good things out there today. I've seen a lot of guts and

enthusiasm. Guts and enthusiasm. I've seen a lot of pulling together and

support and teamwork.

Ah, yes.

Teamwork.

But that doesn't go for everyone, of course. What is your problem, Mr. Baird?

I just don't see the point, that's all.

The point is the team.

The point is you're letting down the team.

I don't think so.

Oh, don't you?

No.

You want to know my problem?

I've worked for Cougar Publishing for 15 years.

I'm a PR man, and a pretty damn good one, as it happens. And I fail to see

getting dressed up in a ridiculous uniform, running around playing

allowing myself to be bullied and humiliated by a tin -pot little dictator

you can possibly make me better at my job than I already am.

Don't push me!

Don't push me!

Don't you think you should stop this?

Colonel... You haven't got the guts.

Colonel Lee.

Let's call it a day there, shall we?

Early start tomorrow.

Good night, everyone.

what have you got?

You're not going to believe this.

Try me.

That phone number, right?

Robert Falkirk.

He used his own name for the book.

And there's something else.

Ian was checking out his army record and it turns out he was in the same

regiment as Barbara Hancock's husband.

So he could already have known her?

Yes, sir.

Jackie. Listen, I don't want you to think... The old man's been under a lot

pressure, that's all.

His, um... His wife died recently.

Well, I think he needs some help.

Otherwise somebody's going to get badly hurt.

Heather, has Jackie signed an indemnity form yet?

Uh, we've run out of them.

Well, I think the colonel brought some back from town. Could you check his

please?

You just don't know him, Jackie.

He'll be fine by tomorrow, you'll see.

Keep Pino here.

I'll see you back at the office, all right?

All right, everyone.

We're way back to our guardhouse.

So, follow me at the double.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for Colonel Falkirk.

What for?

I think we'll discuss that with him, if you don't mind.

Colonel!

These two are policemen.

Thank you, Heather.

Take over for me, would you?

Are you okay?

In the bloody pink, why wouldn't I be?

Any idea where Peter Latham got to? Why do you want to know?

No reason. Last I saw, he repaired him down to the log.

Do you mind?

I reckon she fancies him.

We'd like to ask you a few questions about your relationship with Barbara

Hancock.

I heard, of course.

Terrible business.

You don't deny you had a relationship?

There's not much point, is there?

If you didn't know already, you'd hardly bother making the trip.

In any case, it's no great secret.

My wife died recently from multiple sclerosis.

The physical side of our marriage had been non -existent for years, and she

understood that I had certain needs.

She knew you were seeing a prostitute?

Escort is the preferred term, I believe, but yes.

I was introduced to Barbara through some rather grim little agency, and we met

about twice a week thereafter at my wife's town flat.

When she died and left it to Penny, we continued to meet at Barbara's home.

So you'd never met her before?

As a matter of fact, I had.

Turned out that her husband had been a private in my regiment.

He was killed in a helicopter crash.

She needed the money, and I was happy to feel that I could contribute.

You have a strange sense of loyalty, Colonel. I suppose some people might

so.

But then, loyalty of any kind is rare these days, isn't it?

Has it never occurred to you that your clients or the press might be less

understanding than your wife?

I can't say it did.

When you worried about blackmail?

I've always thought that blackmail victims ought to be very weak people.

It's not something I'd ever tolerate myself.

Do sit.

I'm not quite sure how to take that.

Take it however you please, Inspector.

We found £5 ,000 in Barbara's flat.

Did you give it to her?

Of course not.

And where do you think she got it?

She had other clients, presumably.

Did you ever meet a friend of hers called Gloria Feeney?

No. She had your phone number.

It's in the book.

We know she called it on the night she died.

Really? Can you explain that?

Perhaps she was interested in taking the course.

and reported your stepdaughter missing three days ago.

Where do you think she is?

Off with some chap, I'd imagine.

We spoke to her boyfriend.

He claims he hasn't seen her.

Maybe there was more than one.

Penny never did do things by halves.

Did you know she was planning to take the money out of the business?

Set up a partnership with someone else?

Where on earth did you get that idea?

It's absurd.

She's far too fond of her own comfort to do anything of the kind.

Was?

Beg your pardon?

You keep using the past tense.

Is, then.

Really, I thought you chaps were investigating a murder.

I don't see the connection.

And neither do we, at the moment.

In that case, gentlemen, I think I've given you quite enough of my time.

Oh, Jackie.

How you doing?

I'm all right.

How are you? What are you up to?

Oh, I've just been sitting out there on the water.

It helps me think.

This is one of my wife Penny's favourite places.

She's always talking about turning it into some kind of summer house.

Didn't know you were married.

No, well... She, um... She left me.

Quite recently, in fact.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

One more thing.

Where were you on Sunday night?

In Glasgow, my club.

I suppose I must have got there at about ten o 'clock.

And you didn't go back out again?

Well, I may have taken a stroll at some point.

I find I get restless after a long drive.

And Tuesday night between, say, 11pm and one o 'clock?

I was on my way back.

Can anyone confirm that?

Heather, what time did I get back on Tuesday?

Just before midnight, Colonel.

You're sure?

Thank you.

I expect to be intact.

I should have seen it coming.

You know, you play it over and over in your mind, and each time you see the

signs more clearly.

Friday evening, she asked me to give a lift to the station.

When we got to the boathouse, she asked me to stop.

And she just stood and looked out over the loch, just as if it was the last

time.

Oh, she loved it here.

I knew there was something, but... I don't know, I just suppose I thought

had another row with the Colonel.

Did he row a lot? Oh, all the time.

They're so alike.

Anyway, when I dropped her off at the station and she gave me goodbye...

I just never dreamt that it would...

I'm sorry.

An army romance, you know.

The Colonel never really approved.

See, I came up through the ranks.

Not of her class, you know.

Of course, he was right.

You think a lot of him, don't you?

Oh, yeah.

He's a great man.

It's very difficult to live in someone else's shadow, Peter.

I think you undervalue yourself.

Thanks. Pretty?

That rather depends what you had in mind.

How do you feel about a quiet night getting smashed out of your brains?

With a murder suspect.

Perfect.

I've been thinking about the money we found in Barbara's flat.

What about it?

Well, Penny Letham was to do £15 ,000 the day she left.

Could there be a link?

It's worth a check.

Try the bank.

Falkirk. Coffee, Colonel.

And Angus Murray.

Put it through.

Robert Falkirk.

I know you did, you bastard!

Oh, really?

She always hated you.

She told me so often enough.

But even she never thought you'd go this far.

I'd be careful what you say if I were you.

You don't scare me.

I'm going to have your balls, you bastard.

I'm hanging up now.

That's right.

Who was it?

The police.

Oh, my God.

It's just Penny's bloody alarm system again.

Go back to sleep.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hello?

Penny, is that you?

Penny?

Oh.

Early start, Michael.

What happened to you?

Oh, I, er... I couldn't sleep last night, so decided to go for a breath of

air and, er, accidentally slipped.

That's the official version anyway.

You don't know who it was?

Not afraid not.

I think your visit yesterday must have put the frighteners on someone.

Don't know what they were burning in that stove, but I don't think it was

You sure you're OK?

Yeah, I'll live.

Heather fixed me up.

What was she doing up at that time?

She said I wakened her up coming back into the house.

Where was Falkirk?

Don't know.

I mean, I could hardly check all the beds, could I?

I do know that his car had gone, though.

We put a press release out in Penny Leather and ran a picture in the news

night. But we've had no response, apart from the usual quota of crime.

You think she's dead, don't you?

What about her husband?

He's in the clear, isn't he?

I mean, there's nothing to connect him with her two victims.

And Penny was seen alive in Glasgow on Saturday morning, wasn't she?

Yeah. Well, he was off up a hill on some survival exercise.

Any witnesses?

Oh, I bet.

I've made a list from the course log.

That should be easy enough to check.

Was Falkirk on this exercise?

No, it was too small a group.

He decided to stay on at Argyle House to catch up with some paperwork,

apparently. Heather?

Oh, no, she called off at last moment with a bout of flu.

So, both her movements that weekend would be unaccounted for.

Yep. And by his own admission, Falkirk was in Glasgow on Sunday when Barbara

Hancock died.

Which just leaves his alibi for Tuesday night.

Heather said he was back by 12 o 'clock.

Well, I wouldn't put much store in that.

You think they could be in on it together?

Oh, I think she'd cut her own throat if he asked her nicely.

What about Murray?

The interior designer? Who does he fit in?

I wish I knew.

Hey, boss!

What?

What is it?

Well, that's this job well and truly knackered.

How long is this survival trip supposed to last?

Forty -eight hours.

With a dew bath on Sunday night.

B?

There's not much point in me going now.

Well, no, whoever clobbered me might have a pretty good idea of why I'm here.

Losing your taste for the great outdoors, eh? I can see that.

Jardine. Sir.

Bad news.

Angus Murray's dead.

The decorators found the body in Penny Letham's flat.

OK.

I'll meet you over there.

Angus Murray was killed last night.

So whoever it was who attacked you, presumably it wasn't the killer.

His folk are definitely going in the exorcism.

I imagine so.

I want you to stick with it, Jackie.

I don't want him disappearing on us.

All right.

OK, everyone ready to go in five minutes, please.

I was wondering where you got to.

Oh, I fancy some fresh air.

Uh -huh. I've heard that can be quite dangerous for you concerned.

You sure you're up for making the trip?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure I'll be fine.

Couldn't miss it for the world.

Good.

She's a police spy. I know she is.

Hmm.

I always thought there was something not quite right about her.

What are we going to do?

Do?

Absolutely nothing.

We carry on as normal.

After all, we don't want to look as if we have anything to hide.

Hamish, I've been talking to Diane.

Oh, yes.

I know we've had our differences, but if you want to pull out, then no one's

going to think any the worse of you, okay?

I wouldn't give that bastard the satisfaction.

All set?

Jawohl, mein Führer.

How's Jackie?

She's OK, I think.

Well, if you say so.

Look, there are ten other people on that coast, Fraser, and she's in constant

touch on her mobile.

She's not at any risk.

I think our man let himself in through the back.

He obviously knew his way around.

Probably had a waiting vehicle, don't you think? Yeah.

Let's see a forensics and get a cast of those.

And I want the whole place sealed off and set up just as soon as you're

with the flat.

Yes, sir.

Sir!

Looks like we've got an eyewitness.

The next -door neighbour, Mrs MacLeod.

She was also woken by the noise.

She saw someone leave by the gate.

Could she give us a description?

Not really.

She said he was wearing some sort of army -type jacket with the hood up.

Check it out.

All right.

Isn't this great?

Everyone go around.

Come on, nice table.

Now, here's the bad news.

Your plane just crashed.

Uh -oh.

Fortunately, you managed to salvage a map and compass from the wreckage, along

with some plastic sheeting to make a shelter, food and water rations for 48

hours, and 50 meters of rope.

Lieutenant, you carry that? Sure thing.

And Argyle House is roughly 25 miles that way.

All right.

Sir.

Let's make a start.

Very good, George.

At the end of the day, what have you really got on for?

He admits paying Barbara Hancock for sex. And he was alone in Glasgow on

night. We also know that Gloria Feeney called him just before she died.

But according to Heather Robber, he was 60 miles away.

She's lying.

Can you prove that?

Not yet.

We've got an eyewitness placing him at the scene last night.

A man in a camouflage jacket.

Come on.

It has to be Fulker. He knew the layout.

He had the keys and the code for the alarm.

So did the decorators.

And so did his stepdaughter.

His stepdaughter's dead, sir. So you keep telling me. But have you one scrap

evidence? No. Which is why I need a warrant to search Argyle House.

For what?

The body.

I know it's there. In the woods there. The grounds somewhere.

Why, in God's name? Because if it was anywhere else, we'd have found it by

You're not making any sense, Michael.

Excuse me, sir? Not now.

Okay.

Penny Letham is seen in Glasgow on Saturday morning, right?

So what do you say?

Falkirk killed her, took the body up north and came back the next night and

killed the Hancock woman? It's only 60 miles, sir. And he and Heather were

up there the whole weekend.

Oh, Michael, we've got three bodies to contend with without looking for a

that may not exist.

In any case, it warrants out the question with no grounds.

Penny Letham.

She's the key to this whole thing. I know it, sir.

Then prove it.

I've forecast you back on Sunday night.

Yes. Then you've got 36 hours to put a case together. Otherwise, you'll have to

have him in again and question it. He's not exactly going to break down and

confess, is he? I'm sorry, Michael.

Any word from Jackie, by the way?

Uh, not yet, sir.

What's the problem, Diane?

My feet are killing me.

You OK, Hamish?

Calling the office, Jackie?

Ah, no, I... I was just calling a friend.

I'd arranged to meet her for a drink and I'd forgotten.

I think you find those things aren't too reliable up here.

Well, not to worry.

We'd better be moving.

Don't forget this.

Oh, sorry.

Sir. Okay, what is it? I spoke to the manager of the Highland Bank on George

Street. It's worth penny less than we threw the £15 ,000.

It's the only branch that's open on a Saturday morning. Yeah, yeah, get on

it, Fraser.

Well, the thing is, the money was a new note, and the serial numbers matched

those of the ones we found at Barbara Hancock's spot.

Wait a minute.

You're saying Penny paid Barbara?

Yeah. What for?

Oh, and Vanessa McCormack called.

She just heard about Murray, and she'd like to talk to you.

Come on, let's not keep the lady waiting.

It's another rat, Colonel.

Let's get to the top first, shall we?

Sure thing.

Colonel, weather's closing in a bit.

Thank you. I had noticed.

Come on, Peter.

Get those slackers moving back there.

You're doing great, Hamish.

Take your time, okay?

What is it?

Please, Miss McCormack.

Oh, come in.

Oh. So, have you arrested him yet?

Who? Well, Robert the bloody Falkirk. Who else?

get you. Can't you get those two to go any faster? We're pushing them too hard,

Colonel. They're just not up to it.

In that case, I'm going to split the group.

You and I will go ahead with the others and set up camp, and Heather can follow

with the stragglers. That's crazy.

We should be turning back.

Giving up, you mean?

Oh, Colonel, the rules say that we should travel in groups and fall in case

injury. I know what the rules say. I wrote them.

Heather, you take Jackie Reed.

Keep an eye on her.

I'll get the rope.

Question my judgment again. You'll be looking for another job.

Yes, Colonel. Sorry.

Run it in only five minutes, then.

So why do you now think it was Falkirk? Well, they had this dreadful row when

Angus rang him earlier. He more or less accused him outright of killing Penny.

Didn't I mention that?

Mr Murray accused Colonel Falkirk? I thought he was absolutely raving, to be

quite honest. But he was obviously right, don't you think?

Let's just take this one step at a time.

Why would Mr Murray think Falkirk had killed Penny?

Because of the money, I suppose.

Sorry.

Angus was in debt, you see.

He always was absolutely hopeless with money.

But when he and Penny started having their little fling, he got this idea

she should take her money out of executive adventures and go into

with him.

Yeah, yeah, he told us about that.

He told just about anyone who would listen, but it was pure fantasy.

But Penny didn't want to.

She wanted to, but she couldn't because of the will. She got half the business,

you see, but she couldn't sell up without her stepfather's consent.

And, of course, he wouldn't.

Consent, I mean.

But Mr Murray must have known that.

Once Angus got an idea into his head, there was absolutely no shifting it.

He still thought it was going to be the saving of him.

Right up at the...

Yes, well, thanks very much, Miss McCormack. You've been very helpful.

Let's take another breather.

I don't think he's going to make it.

Dad!

Why would Penny Latham pay a call girl £5 ,000?

I hate to think.

Well? What if it wasn't Barbara that was blackmailing Falkirk, but Penny?

But why?

Vanessa's just told you, hasn't she?

I mean, here she is, desperate to get away from Argyle House and set up in

business in the glamorous world of interior design with her sexy boyfriend,

the only person that can stop it is Falkirk.

So she uses Barbara to put pressure on him to buy her out.

The 5 ,000 could just have been payment to Barbara for going along with it. But

if Murray was in on it too.

That would give Falkirk a motive for wanting rid of all three of them. Right.

Now, all we have to do is prove it.

I think it's just this rain.

How's Hamish?

Damn him. If he wasn't up to it, he should have said.

I don't exactly remember anyone giving him the choice.

We're going to have to go for help.

It'll be dark by the time we reach the others.

There's a road here I think we should head straight for.

It's about six miles.

Do you think you can manage that?

Diane, use the whistle.

Use it.

It'll help the search party find you.

And chocolate.

Goodie.

And try and keep him warm.

Come on, then.

Don't go running off, eh?

Do you not leave these damn things alone?

Sir, I've been checking the list of people that were on the course last

They all say that Peter Letham was with them the whole time. So it looks as if

he's out of it.

Oh, and we managed to track down the taxi that picked Penny Letham up from

hotel. And?

It took her to the bank in George Street, waited 15 minutes.

Well, she took the money out, I guess.

And then dropped her at 11 .15 outside the Kelvin Bridge subway station. Just a

few minutes' walk from Barbara Hancock's place?

Yeah. So she gives Barbara a cut.

Then what?

Presumably she must have met Falkirk at some point.

Seems a roundabout way to do it.

I wonder what the hell she was up to.

What she was doing at that hotel.

Maybe she thought it was safer.

She must have known Falkirk would react badly to blackmail.

I don't know.

I still think we're missing something.

I'll go and check up on the tacos.

You keep trying, Jackie.

How much further?

What's the matter, Jackie?

Take it.

What, you people were supposed to be tough?

What, people?

You human resources types, I mean.

Damn it.

We must have come off too far west somehow.

It doesn't look too bad.

Actually, it could save us some time getting to that road.

Heather, there's no way I'm going down there.

It could take us another hour to work our way round, and that's not going to

help Hamish and Diane, is it?

Of course, if you haven't got the guts, it's up to you.

They should have been here by now, huh, Colonel?

Well, can't you... Can't you call out the Rangers or something?

What with? Note signals.

We'll go back for them.

What, all of it?

Gee, that's a pretty badass weather up there, Colonel.

This is not a theme park, Mr. Turner. This is not a video game.

You're cold, you're tired, you're hungry. Well, congratulations.

That's what you're signed up for. Welcome to real life. Stop it!

Just... Stop it.

The Colonel and I'll go alone.

You'll be fine here.

If we find them and they're okay, then we'll be back for you in a couple of

hours. If not, we'll give you a position to mountain rescue.

Either way, you'll be back at Argyle House by tonight.

Oh, and you're in charge now.

Yes, Colonel. It rather looks as if I am.

Well, are you coming?

Just lean well out and relax.

There's nothing to it.

Yeah, right.

What's the matter, Jackie?

Don't you trust me?

Oh!

Policewoman, aren't you?

How did you know?

You're not going to tell, are you?

About the other night?

No?

Good.

I'm going to lower you down gently.

Inspector?

a match in the blood type yet.

There are credit cards.

And I thought your theory was that Falkirk killed her at Argyle House.

No, sir.

I think he killed her in the flat and moved the body later.

Then why not dispose of the bag at the same time?

Maybe he was trying to confuse the picture.

He's not infallible, sir. He made a mistake.

The point is, here's the proof that she's dead.

All right.

I'll see what I can do to get you that warrant.

Thank you.

Still no word from Jackie?

No, sir.

Why not try the local boys?

We've already tried that.

No luck, I'm afraid.

Yeah? Yeah.

When?

Mountain Rescue.

There's been an accident.

Two casualties.

Where?

Are you sure?

Okay.

Doesn't sound as if either's DS read.

Right.

OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

So what really happened up there, Heather?

I told you already.

The belay slipped.

It's them.

Are you all right?

Yes, it's all right.

Thank God.

Well, Peter, if you want to say I told you so, now's the time.

Look, Colonel.

I told you Heather would get you down, okay?

Oh, yeah.

She said I did that.

When this gets around, you're finished. You know that?

Yes, Mr. Turner, I know that.

Why don't you just leave him alone?

What can you tell us?

Well, she didn't drown.

There are massive throat wounds.

Same as the others?

Almost certainly.

And rope marks on the wrists and ankles where she was tied down or something.

I'd say she was in the water at least a week.

That figures.

Looks as if we won't need that warrant after all. Do I take it you know who she

is? I'm guessing her name is Penny Letham.

How far is that Targyle house?

About seven or eight miles up the loft.

No idea, no?

No, sir.

Chillery? Brings?

Oh, there was a wedding band, but I think we'll have a bit of trouble

off. And one earring.

Could I have it?

I presume she lost the other in the wash, so to speak.

You'd better come with us.

I'm expecting to make an arrest.

Never.

Word to the wise, Pete?

You're Colonel Falkirk's trouble.

If I was you, I'd get myself another jab.

I can't do that, I'm afraid, Mr. Turner.

But, uh, look, I'm sorry about the way things turned out, okay?

Get us out of this hellhole, driver.

Can I help you?

What is it? What's happened?

Could we go somewhere and sit down, do you think?

Just tell me.

It's Penny, isn't it?

Our body was found earlier, yes.

Oh, God.

I'm afraid you're going to have to do a formal identification later.

But do you recognise this?

Yes, it's Penny's.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Take him inside and get him a drink.

Where's Bocock?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him since last night.

Colonel!

Is Carr still there?

Have you got a key?

Yes. Well, open it!

Get her out of here.

It cuts on throat.

Call Dr. Andrews.

Check the serial numbers on those.

Maybe Penny's missing 10 ,000.

Michael?

This is addressed to you.

It's a full confession, sir. Pretty much as we thought.

Angus Murray and Penny Letham used his relationship with Barbara Hancock to

pressure him into buying out Penny Thar for the business.

When he couldn't raise the cash, he decided to kill all three of them.

Forensics have confirmed it's the same knife in all three murders.

What about Gloria Phoenix?

Evidently, Barbara told her what was going on, and she made the mistake of

trying to get in on the blackmail.

Why kill himself now?

He couldn't have known we'd found the body.

It was only a matter of time, though, wasn't it, sir?

Apparently he'd been depressed about the accident yesterday.

And, well, ever since his wife died, he was on the edge.

How was the mighty fallen, Michael?

Yes, sir.

Oh, and, er, according to that, Heather Robbie wasn't involved.

You believe that?

I don't know, to be honest.

Jackie's taken a statement from her now, but I think it's going to be impossible

to prove either way.

Excuse me, sir.

Jordan. Michael.

Stephen. Look, I'm just doing forecast PM, and something rather worrying has

come up.

I'll be right there.

As no doubt you are aware, suicide by throat -cutting is comparatively rare

these days, and I was somewhat surprised by the absence of hesitation marks.

So I asked the lab to run a blood toxicology test just to be on the safe

And?

It's positive for alcohol and barbiturates.

Barbiturates? Probably some prescription sleeping pill of some sort.

Well, his wife, you know.

Could have been hurt.

Yes, but it's the amount, you see.

With that amount in his bloodstream, my guess is he would have been unconscious.

Michael. Okay.

Thanks, Tim.

Problem, sir?

You could say I've got a slight problem, yeah.

Robert Falkirk didn't kill himself.

What?

Someone doped his whiskey, waited for him to pass out, and then cut his

What about his profession?

I think I know what she was doing.

Who? Penny Letham.

I think I know what she was doing at that hotel.

Don't be ridiculous, Heather. You can't just leave.

You really think I can stay on after this?

Look, I know you were very fond of the old man.

The whole thing's been a nightmare.

But we can start again.

We can recruit new people. We can find new clients.

We can do it together, like I planned it.

You're a sweet boy, Peter.

I bet don't pop.

I'm told you checked into Mrs Penny Letham the Friday before last. Yeah,

right. You sure about that?

Well, I remember quite clearly because her husband came in the following Monday

and there was all that fuss about her going missing.

I mean, you're sure it was Mrs Penny Letham?

Well, of course.

I checked her credit card. You can see the register for yourself.

Never mind the register, OK?

Just tell me.

Is that her?

Yeah. You're absolutely certain?

Yes, definitely.

Mr Russell?

I'd say so.

OK. Thank you.

Sir, this isn't Penny Lethan, Fraser.

It's Barbara Hancock.

This is where you kept her body, isn't it?

You killed her on the way to the station.

But you couldn't risk her body being found too soon.

People in hotels don't look at faces. They look at credit cards.

I still don't understand.

Barbara gave Letham his alibi.

And we completely ignored him. All because he was on some survival trip

Penny was still alive in Glasgow.

Except that it wasn't her.

But how did Letham get Barbara to go along with it?

I told Barbara I was leaving Penny.

And that I needed the cash.

And I said if she helped me by going to the bank, then she could keep 5 ,000 for

herself.

She rather liked the idea.

She always wanted to be an actress.

How did you know her?

Her husband and I were in the army together.

The colonel's regiment.

And when he died, well, we just kept in touch.

You killed her to frame Falkirk.

I made it so easy for you people.

And then Gloria and Murray, and you still didn't get it.

What did I have to do, huh?

to throw his name in blood.

It wasn't just that Penny was leaving me.

It was this place.

I love it here.

And between them, they were just going to destroy it. I couldn't let them do

that.

I will have to close for a while, because it's been falling to pieces a

you can see.

I can build it up again.

You're going to prison, Peter?

Oh, I don't think so.

Oh!

I'm sorry, I don't know where she is.

Okay.

He's lying over near the courthouse.

Not Jackie.

Safety first, huh?

There's been an accident.

Where's Jackie?

I told her to always use the harness.

Yeah.

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