All language subtitles for Taggart s14e05 Long Time Dead

Here we are.

Last chance to settle for a pizza and a
quiet night in front of the telly.

No, I'm looking forward to it.

Just a bit nervous about dinner with all
those policemen, that's all.

Just think what it's like working with
them every day.

Hey, that oil's not hot enough. It
should just be beginning to smoke.

Supposed to chop the parsley, no, you
finger.

Let's do the best we can.

We'll get a bloody move on.

Thank you.

Hi, Michael.

Hi. Who's Elaine?

How do you ring her nose?

Oh. Hey, this is Councillor Jackson and
his wife, Veronica.

Hi, there.

They're going to be sitting at the top
table.

OK. May we organise it, hopefully?

Chief Inspector Jarden? Yes.

Marcia Erskine.

I run the hotel with my husband, Jay.

That's him over there in the tartan
jacket.

Just checking everything's ready.

Wouldn't want to let Dan Strathclyde see
ID.

So you're the lady we'll be apologising
to tomorrow, eh? Enjoy yourselves.

Your reputation's safe with us.

Thank you.

Phil, here's to a memorable evening.

Yep, I'm sure it'll be that.

Come on, yep, just finish the garnish,
will you? I'm trying to make it look

presentable.

Thank you, me so much.

I haven't done this before.

Gee!

Hello, Mr. Taker.

It's nice to see you again.

Would you like a drink?

Sorry, too much done.

You

busy

tonight, Jordan?

Yeah, I know, but you can table anyway,
eh?

Good man.

This is a wind -up.

What is?

Jarden was signing her. Good night,
Julie. Why, everybody has to go off and

themselves.

What do you like, anyway?

Who?

Jarden's bud.

Elaine?

She's a stunner.

Clever, too.

Computer consultant.

She's a friend of Jackie's.

That's how they met.

Right, come on, no spent time around
here. You can buy me a drink.

What, down the pub?

I wasn't thinking of a trip to the off
-license, Stuart.

So has Michael warned you about the
cabaret?

Don't tell me you've hired a bunch of
stoners.

It's more of a comedy act, I believe.

It's supposed to be quite good.

They're called the Sweet Muffins.

Yeah, enough said.

The Sweet Muffins.

If everyone's here, Chief Inspector,
we're just about ready for dinner.

Hello, Elaine.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

I'm here with Michael.

Have you said hello to Jay? I know he'd
love to see you.

I saw him a moment ago, but they look
busy.

I did some work here last year, setting
up the hotel's computer system.

Come on, there's some in here. I know
they don't look hungry, but I assure you

they are. Right, what's that?

Yes!

There is some.

Yes, where are you?

I kept looking for you, but I never
found you.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd like to
take your seats, dinner is served.

Yes, I tell you, son, you're in right
soup now, my boy. I want to be in the

table for it and get a little hot.

Is that one of you, Jay?

No, this person isn't. Who is he?

as this year's host, on behalf of the
officers of Maryhill CID, I'd just like

welcome you all, the esteemed colleagues
and guests, to this, the annual

Strathclyde CID dinner.

Some may meet, but can't eat.

Some may name, but want it.

We may meet, and we can eat.

So may the Lord be thanking.

Mr. Erskine.

Mr. Erskine, I need to talk to you.

That looks good.

I'm absolutely famished.

I don't think this is mine.

I'll get you this. Oh, could I have some
more cloths, please?

Please, stop.

Yes, some more cloths. Here we are, sir.

Could I have some more red wine?

How do you mean?

I'm fine, thanks.

Thank you.

Sorry about that, sir. We've a lot of
temporary staffing at the moment.

Probably don't understand your accent.

Something wrong?

No, it's fine.

I'll get you something else.

No, don't bother.

Listen, I'm the host tonight.

I'm not one of my guests going hungry.

Excuse me.

Have you seen Mr and Mrs Erskine? I need
to order another meal. No, no, it's all

right. I really don't want anything
else.

Could I borrow your keys, Michael? I've
got a bit of a headache and my handbag's

in the car.

Sure.

Elaine,

do you want me to come with you?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Mr. Mackey's been screaming for you
these past 20 minutes.

I, um... If you want to keep your job, I
suggest you get straight back to the

kitchen. Mrs. Erskine, I need to talk.

It's about Mr.

Erskine. He not... No.

Elaine!

The dinner certainly seems to be going
well.

I like the boyfriend, by the way. Who
knew?

Yeah, we're going out a couple of months
now.

Are you going to bed soon?

Not asking.

Which one?

OK, I'll check on it.

Sorry, I've got to go.

Someone's opened a fire door and
triggered the alarm at reception.

Probably one of you lot desperate for
fresh air.

Now, the moment you've been waiting for.
On the way from East Kilbride.

Put your hands together, ladies.

Welcome on the stage.

Here we go.

I think I should apologise in advance.

Looking at those who either spoke to me
or...

Not exactly gladiators,

are they?

I didn't know, bud.

Did you ask him?

I tried.

But when I saw him just now, it was
weird.

He looked a street through me.

I tell you, there's something funny
going on.

What's this?

In case you'd forgotten, darling, you
don't work here anymore.

I... I had to see Peter.

No, in my time.

And you, get back to your work.

Wonder who Elaine's got here.

Missing all the fun.

Well, we're going to make sure she's all
right. No, you go and enjoy the show.

I'll go.

I don't pay you to think, I pay you to
do it.

Get rid of this, will you? Come on, sort
yourself out.

Come on, you're not going to marry this
dog.

Please, girl.

Mr. Erskine.

Mrs. Erskine, you haven't seen Elaine,
have you? About 15 minutes ago. Why?

I appear to have lost her.

Mrs. Erskine.

What is it? Outside.

I think he died.

Cherry?

No way.

You reckon?

Come on, sir.

You're no Stephen Hendry.

Tell you what, Stuart.

I make this shot.

Brings her on you for the rest of the
night.

And if you miss?

I miss her on me.

On you go, then.

I'll have another pint, sir.

Sorry, Stuart.

Go, go.

Suspicious death at the Crawford Hotel.

Isn't that weird? Exactly.

If I could just have your attention for
one minute.

It appears there's been a serious
incident in the hotel.

And someone has been injured.

Oh, Jackie, God, what kind of... I can't
get my hands to you. The body's this

way, sir.

Thank you.

And yes, the bathroom remained open.

So somewhere my eyes should talk, this
guy would inhale in distance of most of

Glasgow's CID. Well, the music was
pretty loud, you know.

Well, he's been strangled, of course.

Look at your marks of beauty.

You pay attention.

Cool night.

Temperature of the body, I'd say not so
very long ago.

Probably while the party was in full
swing.

There you are.

Well done, Fraser.

Hi, Stuart.

Talk about the name for your supper.

Record two, judging by the length of the
guest list.

I've just got to the room, Jackie.

Sorry?

Friend is waiting.

Why, what did you think?

Right, we need to find out the last time
Jay Erskine was seen alive and by whom.

I suggest you leave your guest number
and pull him out a few at a time.

That's assuming that they can still do
it.

Where were you earlier? I got that
caught up.

What's going on?

Jay Erskine's been murdered.

What?

Are you all right?

Yes. I can't believe it.

How did it... I mean, how was he
murdered?

Look, why don't you go back to the
dining room?

I'll see you later.

Erskine was seen in the kitchen corridor
just before dinner got underway.

And Jackie saw him a few minutes later.

He got into the lift near the ladies'
cloakroom. I remember him in the tartan

jacket.

Nobody much between him again after that
until Peter, the assistant chef, found

him outside.

What about the staff?

Anyone with a personal grudge?

Not that we know of.

What about the people during dinner?

Who left the dining room?

Judging by the amount of alcohol
consumed tonight, that must be most of

Wait a minute.

Are we saying that every member of
Strathclyde CID here tonight is a

suspect? And the guests that are staying
at the hotel.

Well, that narrows it down to about 200.

Should have it cracked by dawn.

And you were the one who found him?

Must have been quite a shock.

To begin with.

But then it's like everything, isn't it?

Better him than me.

Why do I get the feeling you're not
exactly cut up about Mr Erskine's death?

I'm not sorry, if that's what you mean.

He was bad news for the staff,
especially the girls.

He used his position to... To take
advantage.

All the staff were asked to go to the
lounge.

Maybe you didn't hear.

Life goes on.

We're investigating a murder.

Last time I saw Jay was just before
dinner.

He was in that corridor over there.

As I came in, he went past.

We didn't speak.

I find it works better that way.

But he's your boss?

Well, just because he married the owner.

Marsha Erson?

Aye.

Jay was my kitchen porter one day and
God Almighty the next.

Still. She's over 21, eh?

What about your assistant chef, Peter
Yip?

Was he here all the time?

No, he went missing for part of the
evening.

Any idea where he could have been?

Well, I can guess.

He was probably pestering Jay for a pay
rise.

Ironic, really.

What is?

Well, him pestering Jay.

Why don't you ask Yip about Jay and his
pretty little girlfriend, Kerry Chan?

You haven't seen the lady that was
sitting on the stage?

No, I'm sorry, sir.

I know the fuss, I didn't notice.

Sorry. Thanks.

Fraser, have you seen Elaine?

She's not here now, ma 'am. We were
heading towards the reception a few

ago.

She said to say goodnight.

So, you're a keeper, please. I feel to
finish your dress and make it look good.

Thank you very much.

And did you see which way she went?

She got into one of the cabs waiting
outside.

You've only just missed her.

Elaine? She decided to take a cab.

Interesting night, eh?

Not the one I had planned, I'm sure.

Come on, Enzo's is still open, I'll
treat you to a hot chocolate.

Chocolate? The best offer you'll get
tonight.

No thanks, I'll eat tomorrow.

I wouldn't have myself.

Somebody making hot chocolate?

See, I would have said a single malt was
more your thing.

Wouldn't I imagine that there is a sweet
place just around the corner?

Elaine, it's me. Can I come up?

Not tonight, Michael.

I was wondering where you got to.

Look, I'm tired. I just want to go to my
bed.

Can I not come up and talk first?

Have you seen the paper, sir?

It's a beauty.

Blue murder at CID sex romp. Top cops
caught with pants down.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

You got nothing better to do than read
the papers, Fraser?

Jack in yet?

No, haven't seen her.

What's up with him?

Not that he's too keen on the newspapers
having a field day at his expense.

At the round -off last night, his bird
showed him the red card.

Jackie told me.

Told you what?

Morning, Jackie.

Nice of you to join us.

DCI's been asking for you.

You must have been in early.

Couldn't sleep.

Something bothering you?

Peter Yip's girlfriend.

Kerry Chan.

What about her?

Well, she was at the hotel last night,
but she wasn't amongst those that we

interviewed.

Maybe she saw something.

Is that all that's bothering you?

Before Elaine left the hotel last night,
did you see anything?

Not to me.

Why?

It's probably nothing.

I'll give her a call.

Right. Better get on.

Yeah?

Why did you call so early?

Look, Michael, I'm sorry about last
night. I don't know what was wrong with

It doesn't matter now.

Can I see you later on?

I'd actually like to see Jackie this
evening.

Why don't you call tomorrow and we'll
organise something, eh?

OK, fine.

See you tomorrow, then.

Bye. Bye.

Last night was certainly one of the more
memorable CID dinners.

Not exactly what you call a good night
out.

Oh, excuse me.

Dear.

Hiya.

So,

what happened to you last night?

Look, I need to see you.

How about this evening?

Fine. Oh, if Michael asks, could you say
that this was an arrangement we made a

while ago?

I'll explain this evening.

He was a normal, healthy male, early
thirties. There is signs of kidney

He should worry now.

Cause of death, health regulation?

Some smooth sort of strap wound around
the throat with a crushing motion.

But cutting off the airway was not the
cause of death.

What was?

Severe constriction of the carotid
arteries.

Cuts off the supply of blood to the
brain much quicker than choking.

The victim usually falls unconscious
within 45 seconds and death follows very

soon thereafter.

So no chance to cry out then?

Not if a windpipe's been crushed at the
same time, no.

No, it would have been over just like
that.

Anything else?

He was probably attacked from behind.

These small, subdual hematomas suggest
pinching where the ligature fastens.

This is where it was pulled tight and
with considerable force, too.

You think we're looking at a male
attacker?

It's a reasonable assumption.

The victim's fairly tall.

So what about the murder weapon, then?

Well, the marks suggest a fastening
about a centimetre wide with straight

and corners.

Like a small buckle?

Yes. So was it a belt?

Well, if it was, you can rule out
leather, cloth, canvas.

There are no fibres, no contact traces,
no imprint patterns.

No, probably a...

Made of metal or plastic.

Hmm.

Quite unusual.

Are they all here?

Eight, still missing.

Including Peter Yip.

He was the one who left his post during
the time of the murder.

I'll take Fraser. See if we can scare
him up.

Stuart, see if you can locate his
girlfriend while you're at it. Right.

OK, Jackie, show me exactly where you
saw J .A. Erskine last night.

This is where I was standing when I saw
Jairus and get into the lift.

Given his reputation as a ladies' man,
could have been on his way to an

assignation in the bed.

Well, that would certainly explain why
nobody saw him after I did.

sign out the back door.

Who was the Ross?

Peter.

All right, how are you? I'm looking for
Peter Yates, please.

How are you?

I went with Peter, did you tell?

Not so.

OK, thanks.

Oh, he's not in.

You sure about that?

His girlfriend, Carrie, was here
earlier. She knocked, but there was no

Uh -huh.

What time is that about?

Maybe 8 o 'clock. I told her we didn't
hear him come in last night.

Do you know where I can find his
girlfriend?

I think already I've said enough.

Ah, I see what you think again.

Hello.

Can I help you?

You're the manager, sir? Yes.

Mary Hill, CID.

Could I speak to Kerry Chan, please?

Thank you.

Kerry Chan?

Yes? I'm D .I. Ross with the D .C.
Fraser Mary Hill CID.

We're looking for your boyfriend.

Do you have a yep?

Why? What's happened?

Could you want to go over here for a
minute, please?

We're investigating the murder at the
Crawford Hotel last night.

Murder? Who?

Jay Erskine.

We think Peter might be able to help us
with our enquiries. Do you know what he

is? Peter wouldn't have anything to do
with the murder.

He's not like that.

He didn't like Mr Erskine, did he?

Jay was ripping him off.

Paying him rock bottom wages.

Peter's a fully trained chef.

He used to work at a foster hotel way
back in Hong Kong.

How did he end up at the Crawford?

I used to work there.

Jay gave him a job as a favour to me.

Peter couldn't get a British visa
without one.

Do you have any problems with Mr Askin,
Kenny?

Nothing I couldn't handle.

Peter just gets a bit jealous sometimes.

Something wrong, Chief Inspector?

Who was Jay Erskine when you saw him
last?

He was in the corridor here by the
office.

What time was that?

Twenty -five past eight. Or maybe a bit
later.

Jordan.

Ross here. There's no sign of Peter yet.

Um, he's not at his flat, and Kerry Chan
seems genuinely concerned.

So she should be.

Right, now, Peter Yip's in it up to his
neck.

Well, I've taken a statement from her,
and she's given us a recent photograph

Yip, so I'll get some copies made and
circulate the other stations.

Fair enough.

Keep me informed.

OK, we are... Right, Marky, we'll let
go.

OK, we've got a lot of things to do.

OK,

we've got a lot of things to do.

Where did you see him? Standing by,
waiting for him.

Here, wait a minute! Scupper! Scupper!

There's a boat in the water, Scupper!

White boat! White boat! Go ahead, white
boat.

Boat in the water, G2 5 -star, Houston
5.

Ah, right.

Ah, right.

Hello, Michael.

Jackie.

Well, according to the contents of his
wallet, his name's Peter Yip.

So much for that theory.

You know him?

He's the assistant chef from the
Crawford. He was the one that found Jay

Erskine's body.

We had him down his favourite for the
murder.

How long has he been dead?

Oh, maybe 12 hours.

Well, well.

Seems he got the same treatment.

Same butthole.

Oh, the missing eyes.

That's new.

An embellishment.

I'm pretty sure he was dead before they
were removed.

Oh, and another thing.

There's a fucking great lump on the back
of his head.

Looks like the old blunt instrument
syndrome.

So he was knocked unconscious and then
strangled.

I'll let you know after the post
-mortem.

Thanks, Stephen.

Who's the victim?

Practically the same man, though.
Where's the link?

What have you got?

Witness?

Recognise the attacker.

Big great opportunity for a blackmail.

Why didn't the murderer just simply kill
him?

Why the business with the eyes?

Maybe it wasn't the only witness.

Could be a grisly warning to other
members of staff.

Well, I wouldn't tell that to Kerry Chan
when you speak to him.

Glasgow.

Thousands of miles from home.

We were going to build a new life here.

Now what am I going to do? I think it's
time you started telling me the truth,

Kerry.

Look, you may as well know the only
reason Jay gave Peter a job was because

slept with him.

You had an affair?

Nothing that dignified.

Whenever he felt the urge, he'd just
call.

Peter was an illegal.

Jay threatened to tell immigration about
him.

What else could I do?

Did Peter know?

I'm sure he suspected.

Chase, they think you're taunting him.

You seem to enjoy knowing there was
nothing Peter could do.

Nothing? You don't still think Peter
could have... I don't know what to think

now he's dead.

Tell me, Kerry.

When you went to the hotel last night,
did you see anything unusual, anything

strange?

No.

Nothing that I recall.

I was only there for a few... No, wait,
there was something.

He said he'd been looking for Jay to ask
him for a pay rise.

But he did see Jay.

But he didn't manage to speak to him.

But there was something funny going on.

If Yip wasn't illegal, there must be
others working there too.

Well, that would explain how Jay could
get away with treating them so badly.

And if Jay was threatening to inform
immigration, I mean, that gives any one

them a good enough reason for wanting to
shut him up permanently.

It also explains why some of them didn't
turn up today.

Anything to note, the last thing they
want to do is talk to the police.

Right, back to the hotel.

Can I help you?

Yes. There was a number of foreign staff
working here last night.

Uh -huh.

You haven't seen any of them today, have
you?

Sorry, they haven't come in. Do you have
any idea where I might be able to find

them?

No. To be honest, it's difficult to know
who is working here half the time.

Seems like every week two or three new
people start. Before you get a chance to

know them, they've gone.

Where did they go?

That way they came from, I suppose.

Look, mate, we were really busy last
night.

Yip had bunked off once already.

That's the reason I was giving him a
hard time.

The only reason.

What about afterwards?

Peter say anything to you about what
he'd seen?

No.

Did he ever speak to anyone else?

He wasn't that matey with anybody else.

Apart from Oscar.

They were thick as thieves, always
jabbering away in Chinese.

Could I speak to this Oscar?

Only if you're in touch with the spirit
world.

He's dead.

One minute he's got a headache, next
minute he's collapsed on the kitchen

Dr Sutherland reckons it's a brain
haemorrhage.

Pity, actually.

Why's that?

He's a good worker.

Hello? Is anyone there?

Who are you?

So, how are you seeing Elaine again?

I thought about tonight.

Tonight?

Don't worry.

I called Elaine this morning.

She told me the two of you were getting
together for a little chat.

Whose idea was that?

I can't remember.

Mrs Erskine. Can I help?

Could you tell me why some of your
foreign staff have no national insurance

records? And why those who do are
registered at what appears to be false

addresses? I'm sorry, I don't
understand.

You are the owner, Mrs Erskine.

Yes, but that was Jay's affair. His
responsibility.

Is there anywhere else he might have
kept this information?

Jay kept most files on the computer.

Could you access them for us?

I'm sorry.

Jay was the expert.

I always meant to learn.

Elaine was always trying to teach me,
but... Elaine?

She set up the system.

Spent weeks teaching Jay how to use it.

Croatia.

What brings you to sunny Glasgow?

My friend.

Say, in UK, we can make much money and
study English.

The men who take us to here, they also
find work in hotel.

But pay is very low.

Not enough to study.

From what I hear, money wasn't the only
problem.

Sorry? Mr. Erskine, we understand he
shows a lot of interest in the girls.

When?

I first arrive.

He take me to dancing.

Spend lots of money.

I think he like me.

How long did that go on?

Four months.

Maybe five.

Then what happened?

I became pregnant.

He arranged for it to be taken away.

You remember the name of the hospital?

Parklands Hospital.

And the name of the doctor?

Dr. Sutherland.

Sutherland? Yes.

A hotel doctor.

He often come here.

New staff must have medical before start
work.

The police are still asking questions
about last night.

What I saw, what I didn't see.

Fact is, That's all more than I'm
letting on.

Oh, I think you do understand.

This isn't some foreign language I'm
speaking.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

I have to say, the pair of you pulled
some trick there.

You even had me fooled for a while.

My point is this.

Now that I know what really happened, my
silence is going to cost you.

You understand what I'm saying?

Strictly speaking, I couldn't answer any
of your questions.

Medical confidentiality.

We do have Maria's consent, Dr.
Sutherland.

Sorry, Chief Inspector, I hate to be
pedantic, but actually I'm a consultant

surgeon, so it's Miss Sutherland.

Whatever.

But this is still a murder inquiry.

Very well.

Yes, I've conducted the procedure.

The fetus was under ten weeks.

What's the problem?

Mrs Erskine.

How much does she know?

She knew there was a baby, of course,
but not the name of the father.

Good thing, really. She's always had a
soft spot for Maria.

Soft spot for most of our staff when
we're here.

Private health care.

Full medical check -up for new
employees.

Bit excessive, isn't it?

Not when you think we're some of them
pump -pump.

Right.

So Mrs. Erskine gets the personal touch.

Sorry? Someone of your seniority, Mr.

Sutherland, making personal visits to
the hotel.

That's pretty unusual, isn't it?

Mrs. Erskine happens to be a good
friend.

She also keeps a damn good fella.

Now, if that's the last of your
questions... How is he?

Michael?

Push it this way, I've seen him better.

Look, Helene, I know it's none of my
business, but is there something wrong

between you?

Wrong?

What do you mean?

Well, it's just that Michael said that
you left abruptly last night.

It just doesn't seem like you.

It was after I heard about G.

You were all busy and I was just sitting
there feeling... I don't know.

Mum, I suppose.

Decided to get away.

I forgot that you knew him.

Jackie, I didn't just know Jay Erskine.

Oh, I see.

It was while I was training him to use
the new computer system.

Obviously, we spent a lot of time
together.

My advice is to tell Michael.

He can be a good listener.

Yeah.

And he also holds the world record for
jumping to conclusions.

That's why you have to promise you won't
say anything.

These are my favourites.

Really, you shouldn't have bothered.

See what you can do when you put your
mind to it.

Morning, Michael.

Even? In here, up the stairs.

Same killer?

Yes.

This time he left the ligature.

Look at the eyes, though.

Seems they're more important.

Any sign of a struggle?

No.

I'd say he was taken quite by surprise.

I'm guessing, but I reckon he knew his
attacker.

First inkling he had was the old knife
in the hand.

The mobilizer would have made slipping
the loop more easier.

It's cable tidy.

You know, such as they would have in a
computer installation.

It's on a one -way ratchet, you know,
one stiff tug and it's on for good.

Computer?

Yes, it gathers up the cables and tidies
them away.

Ross? Uh -huh.

Does he give a name?

Right, I'm on my way over.

They were waiting outside my flat when I
got home.

How many were there? Two.

They're the people who smuggled Peter
here.

He still owed them $8 ,000, and now that
debt's mine.

Mr. Ross, I don't have that kind of
money. Okay, Carrie, just calm down.

Take a seat.

Come back again.

Call this number.

I'll get someone around right away.
Okay?

Thank you.

Just one more thing.

Did they say anything about Peter?

About what happened to him?

Nothing. At first they wouldn't even
believe that he was... They thought I

lying to protect him.

They didn't know he was dead?

Not until I told them.

Right, the forensic reports on Gerskin.

Something on his clothing looks
interesting. A combination of grease and

particles associated with the burning of
fuel oil.

Nobody picked that up from... Something
to do with the heating system, perhaps?

Well, let's find out, shall we?

Coming, sir?

Not this time.

Things to do.

I was wondering are you free for lunch?

I think we've just found the grease from
G. Erskine's clothes.

Jackie.

Looks like it could have happened there.

The body was then dragged through here,
wiping the floor area in the process.

Who else was missing between 8 .30 and 9
.25?

We did interviews.

Everybody had a solid alibi for that
time.

Everyone has to have a DCI's girlfriend.

Not that she'd any reason to get
involved.

Unless I'm missing something.

We'd better get the snorkels back down
here.

See where else they can tell us.

Yeah.

Glad you could make it.

Drink? Yeah, whatever you're having.

Jackie said there'd been a second
murder.

And a third, last night.

Mr Mackey, head chef at Crawford.

My God.

What, same person?

He leaves a kind of signature.

Signature?

It's a calling card.

Every time he uses this type of plastic,
look.

First he threads it through here.

Then he flips the loop over the victim's
head and yanks it tight.

Voila.

It's horrible.

Yeah. It is.

Still no idea who was responsible?

Not yet.

It would help if we find out more
information about Jay Erskine.

Did you know him well?

The Erskines were just clients.

Besides, it was Marsha I dealt with
mainly.

Jay was computer literate.

I'll get them sent up at once.

Sorry if you can't wait.

Bellabor, can you take these cases up to
room 108? The guests are waiting for

them.

Bellabor? Bellabor, what's the matter?

Oh, don't just stand there. Tell
reception to call Dr Sutherland.

What's up?

Didn't Marsha say that Jay was the one
that handled the computer system?

Yeah. Why do you ask?

What Elaine just told me was computer
illiterate.

Come on.

Where are we going?

To see Jay Erskine's brother.

Didn't know he had one.

Neither did I.

Sorry, Inspector. I don't know what else
I can tell you.

We went to watch football once or twice
a month.

Last time I saw him, he seemed fine.

Didn't have a care in the world.

What about his marriage?

Any problems there?

Marcia?

You must be joking. The woman was
besotted with her.

I know he played away from home once in
a while, but that was just him.

It didn't mean anything.

You're saying she turned a blind eye?

Well, you know the old saying, what the
eye doesn't see.

So, no enemies that you can recall?

Nobody giving him a hard time?

Well, there was this one girl.

When he finished with her, she went
quite loopy.

It was right fatal attraction stuff, he
said.

Threatening all kinds of things.

What was her name? It was... Yvonne,
Elaine.

Elaine?

I can't remember now.

It was a while ago.

You must get fed up with all this, don't
you?

Three years ago, I went down with a
strep throat.

Just my luck, I'm one of the few people
whose system's affected by the

antibodies.

Shot both kidneys to pieces.

Have you got used to it?

Just out of interest.

Where were you the night before last?
Between eight and ten.

I was at Parkland Hospital having tests.

Well, Mr Furman says I'm close to top
the transplant list now.

You're saying we couldn't have had Jay's
kidneys?

We did all of it.

Wrong tissue type.

Not sure I would have had the bottle.

Well, that's how it was between us.

Jay would have done anything for me.

And me for him, too.

Selfless acts.

You sure we're talking about the same
person?

I doubt it.

I'm not sure I believe all the stuff
about them being incompatible, either.

They look like twins.

Well, Sutherland will be able to confirm
whether he's lying.

What about this girl he mentioned?

Yvonne? Or Elaine?

Either way, it was over a year ago.

Probably nothing.

Yeah, probably.

Thanks for coming, David.

Is he going to be all right?

Probably his appendix. We won't know for
sure until we've run some tests back at

the hospital.

Leave it to me. We'll look after him.

We've enough to worry about.

Not sleeping down there, I hope?

Sir, the tracks lead straight ahead.

Erkin's body was definitely taken out,
that's right.

Ross? It's Terry Chan.

I think there's somebody in my flat.

Where are you?

I'm in a phone box outside.

Don't go in the flat, we'll be right
over. Stuart?

Sorry, I can only give you a few
minutes. I'm due in theatre.

This won't take long.

Can you confirm that you have a kidney
transplant patient by the name of Thomas

Erskine? We're waiting for a suitable
donor.

Pity Jay Erskine didn't survive a little
longer.

Thomas could have had one of his
kidneys.

Or both, even.

Thomas and Jay were compatible?

They're twins, of course they were.

Thomas said that he was here the night
that Jay was killed.

Can you confirm that?

Came in just after six o 'clock. There
were problems with the samples, so he

didn't leave till about 11 p .m. But if
you're wondering whether it was Thomas

who killed Jay so that he could inherit
his kidneys, forget it.

What do you mean?

Dead flesh just won't do.

The donor has to be alive when we
harvest the organ. Thomas would have

that.

Anyone come down, Kerry?

No one. What number are you? Number 52.

Right, stay here, okay?

Don't do it, mate. You'll break her
neck.

Give me a hand.

Come on, man. Don't be stupid. Give me a
hand.

When you're ready, Stuart.

Right.

I'm J .I. Ross. Merry healthy ID. Now,
you're supposed to tell us who you are

and what you're doing here.

I'm looking for Peter Yip.

My name is Liang.

Oscar Liang.

Oscar?

You're supposed to be dead, pal.

Any news?

I'm afraid not. But you must... I'm
sorry. I'm sure you're doing your best.

How can I help?

Jay's twin.

Thomas? What about him?

Oh, could you tell us about the
relationship?

Were they close?

Very.

What we don't understand is why Jay
refused to donate a kidney to Thomas.

Jay wanted to help, but he just couldn't
bring himself to do it.

Said if God gave him two kidneys, that
must be for a good reason.

In the end, I suppose he was just too
scared.

And what about Thomas?

How did he react?

For a long time, they didn't speak.

Then at their mother's funeral, they
started up again.

Going to football, meeting up for a
drink, that kind of thing.

I know it must have been hard for
Thomas, but I think he understood.

The last time I saw Peter was

four days ago.

No one was at his flat when I went round
yesterday morning.

But when you arrived, I ran.

You caught me going out the back way.

Anyway, I didn't know where else to try.

So I came here.

I'm sorry I frightened you.

You knew he wasn't dead, didn't you?

I made a promise.

Look, this is my fault. Let me explain.

One day when I was working in the
kitchen at the hotel, I had a blackout.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital,
surrounded by... bright lights and

wearing masks.

I knew they were going to cut me, so I
jumped off the table and I ran out of

hospital and straight round to Peter's
place.

You do realise that they were probably
trying to save your life?

Look, the blackout I had came from
nowhere.

No symptoms, no warnings.

It was as if some malicious spirit had
entered my system.

It's called a pack gua.

It's supposed to ward off evil.

Oscar Leang believes there's a malicious
spirit at work.

Probably acting through someone inside
the hotel.

Says the three murders prove it.

Malicious spirit?

Kerry Chan took him in. She's got these
things all over her flat.

Oscar says that in the Far East there
have been several instances of serial

killers claimed possession by gods or
demons.

Maybe our killer's on a similar trip.

Well, could explain the ritualistic
nature of the killings, you know, the

missing eyes.

Oh, come on, Jackie.

You don't believe all that, do you?

The idea's ludicrous.

Must have been one hell of a ride with
his girlfriend.

No. Yes, I understand.

No, just let me know when the organ
arrives.

The police were in contact quite every
day.

The second time they wanted me to
confirm your whereabouts the night Jay

And?

Obviously, I told them you were here.

You called me in just to tell me that?

No, of course not.

What I wanted to say is that at last we
found a suitable donor.

I've booked a theatre for the morning.

By this time tomorrow, you should have
your own fully functioning kidney.

Sorry, it's just... I was beginning to
give up hope.

Look, Michael, if there's something you
want to say, then just say it.

We, er... We went to see Jay's brother
Thomas today.

He told us about Jay's winning ways with
the ladies.

And he also told us about a certain girl
who he gave the brush off to.

He said he thought her name was Yvonne
or Elaine.

Shall I go on?

All right, we had an affair.

What of it?

Well, you should have told me about it.

It consisted mainly of tacky episodes in
hotel rooms and it was over long before

you and I met.

That's not what I meant.

I'm talking about after Jay was
murdered. You should have said something

Well, don't think I didn't want to.

That's why I told Jackie.

You told Jackie?

It's all right. I swore at a secrecy.

It was just such a shock.

I had no idea how you'd react.

Everything all right?

See that guy opposite?

I sure recognised him.

One of the porters from the Crawford
Velabor.

Suspected appendicitis. I'm operating on
him in the morning.

Better get some sleep.

Big day tomorrow.

I won't be a minute.

Why don't you put some music on?

Some new CDs by the computer.

All right.

I'm doing a three -for -two offer, so I
ended up buying more than I meant to.

Found anything interesting?

Coffee's on.

Oi!

What happened to the music?

Michael, what's the matter?

Nothing.

Yes, there is. I can tell.

What is it?

I can't tell you.

Can't or won't.

I'm sorry.

Michael?

Michael?

Well, Jackie, boss wants to see us right
away.

What about?

Dunno.

Close the door.

Sit down.

I had dinner with Elaine last night.

She told me how she was involved with
Jay Erskine.

I also found this on her hair.

Remember Thomas Erskine?

Told us about a girl that Jay had
dumped.

Said she'd make threats against him.

But Thomas couldn't even remember her
name.

It was Elaine.

Then there was the dinner dance.

Remember how she slipped away from the
table?

She had a headache?

She was going for half an hour.

She went to the car to get her handbag.

Only I found it under her chair.

Then she disappeared.

And later that night, Peter Yip was
murdered.

That doesn't make sense.

Oh, it makes sense to me.

Jealous sex lover.

Can't quite let go.

I thought she'd been acting strange.

You're forgetting about the night that
Mackie, the chef, was murdered?

Elaine was with me.

Dr Andrews said that the murder happened
between ten o 'clock and midnight.

When did you leave her?

Just before ten.

If it was my girlfriend and I was the
investigating officer, I think I'd have

admit that I... Might be a conflict of
loyalties here.

Yeah. Well, that's where you and I
probably differ, Detective Inspector

Even so, sir.

Do you not think it'd be better to hand
the investigation over to someone else

for the moment?

OK.

It might be better if Elaine talked to
someone else.

But you continue to report to me.

Yes, sir.

You got a minute, Jackie?

You knew about Jay and Elaine, didn't
you?

Michael, I was in confidence.

This is a murder inquiry, Jackie.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Well, that explains a few things.

You were a bit hard on Michael in there.

I needed Thane, Jackie.

There was something else you should
know.

Elaine was the one that recommended the
Crawford for the CID dinner.

Elaine?

I'm assuming I don't have to report that
back to Jarden.

So are you going to arrest her?

Not until I've spoken to Dr. Andrews.

Want to come along?

I think you should let Stuart go.

No, Stuart's the one interviewing me,
pal.

Besides, I'd like your input.

Thank you.

Satsang with Mooji

I find them. I tell them you not bring
immigration.

Thanks a lot for coming back and
agreeing to speak to me.

I tell them you only interested in the
killing.

What I'm really interested in is anyone
who left the hotel suddenly.

You know, there one day, gone the next.

Especially the illegals.

How many names do you want?

All that you can remember.

I need details.

I want to know what happened in every
case.

Well, it's not only one thing.

I mean, some are fired and others, they
move on.

Some, we think, ran from immigration.

What about afterwards?

Did any of them stay in touch?

A sick nation in the boiler room?

Romantic devil.

Any evidence of sexual contact prior to
death?

None.

The guest sat down at 8 .30. Elaine left
the table just after 9.

Now, your estimate for the original time
of death?

My estimate was based on conditions
outside the hotel.

Now, if you're telling me that the
boiler room was so hot, then clearly it

have a significant effect on the cooling
rate of the body after death.

Right, so how much earlier could we be
talking about? Oh, well, now,

temperatures could be misleading.

There are all sorts of factors to take
account of.

There's ventilation, insulation, the
type of clothing being worn. Then

humidity and wind chill... Stephen, how
much earlier?

Well, it wouldn't make any sense, I have
to say, two to two and a half hours.

So he could have died as early as seven
o 'clock, then?

Yes.

That's not possible.

Remember, I saw Gershkin in the corridor
at, what, twenty -five past eight?

I'm sure it was him.

Yeah, well, maybe it was.

Maybe, yeah.

Maybe it was a malicious spirit.

How is he?

Ah, he'll be fine.

It's a bit of a complication, though.

Found a tumour on his kidney. Had to
remove one of them.

Good job he's got two.

Something wrong?

You said you'd found a donor.

Didn't say where.

No, and all the excitement I forgot.

I'm listening.

You know, Thomas, experience warns us
it's best not to delve into these things

too deeply.

Really?

The shame about the tumour.

Right. This where you were standing?

Yeah. OK.

Tell me exactly what you saw.

I remember smiling over some joke.

I heard a noise. I looked up.

There he was.

White male, 5 '11", blonde, wearing a
tartan jacket.

I bit into the lift. The door's closed.

Close your eyes.

Sorry? Help me picture him.

Describe him.

What does he actually look like?

I think they're difficult.

They haven't backed me.

Did they turn around?

No.

Did you see any part of his face?

No, not even a glimpse.

So who do you know, Tim?

I told you he was wearing a tarpon
jacket.

Well, what about Mackie?

Do you remember anything, Erskine,
minutes before I did?

Yeah. No, Mackie's dead.

Which is Peter Yip fit into it.

Well, we know it's something to tell
Kerry, but he never got the chance.

So you think he also recognised there
wasn't Jay wearing the tartan jacket?

Well, that would explain both our
deaths.

You see, maybe a bogus Jay Erskine was
only ever meant to be seen by us, by

people who didn't know him.

Therefore, that would make our murderer
a man, and it couldn't be Elaine.

Not necessarily.

No, you can't have it both ways.

Who do you think moved the body?

However it was, if you're right so far,
it was obviously somebody Mackie

recognised. Someone he knew he could be
blackmailed.

Who do we know who could pass close -up
for Jay Erskine?

His brother Thomas?

He's obviously a dead ringer for Jay.

But he was at Parklands Hospital
undergoing tests from 6 .11 the night

was killed.

Okay, okay, let's just forget about the
identity of the double for the minute

and think about this.

If I am right, then this whole charade
could be to give someone else an alibi

for their true time of the murder.

And that someone was?

Someone sitting right under the nose of
the Strathclyde CID. Someone clever

enough to make sure you saw the dead man
still walking around at half past

eight.

And that someone was?

Who was it that first suggested the
Crawford Hotel?

Between six and eight?

That's right.

Got in from work at 6 .15.

Made a coffee.

Watched what was left of the news.

After that, I paused a bit, cleared the
kitchen.

Seven o 'clock, I started getting ready
and Michael came by at eight.

Did anybody see you?

No, I was alone.

Jackie, what's this about?

These cable loops you keep in your
study.

Did you know?

The same kind the killer used.

Yeah.

Michael told me.

The night of the dinner, when you left
the table, where did you go?

It's God, my witness, Jackie. I haven't
done anything.

Look, Helene, I want to believe you, but
I can't unless you tell us the whole

truth. That's what I've been doing.
Right.

So when you left the table, where did
you go?

OK, Thomas, it's make -your -mind -up
time.

Kidneys don't have a long shelf life.

And if you'd rather, it went to somebody
else.

A few weeks ago, I made a client call to
the hotel.

I hoped I wouldn't see Dee, but I did.

And?

We got talking.

Then we went out to dinner.

It turned into breakfast.

But weren't you seeing Michael then?

Jay kept calling me at work, threatening
to appear while I was with Michael if I

didn't see him again.

Why didn't you just stay away from the
dinner?

I was going to tell Michael everything.

But not before I told Jay what I thought
of him.

I had a whole speech prepared.

I couldn't find him.

I looked everywhere, getting more and
more worked up, more and more angry.

In the end, I had to go to the ladies to
throw myself out.

Is that everything?

Yes.

I suppose now you'll want all that in a
statement for Michael to read.

A statement?

Saying what?

That he didn't actually see Jay at all
that night? No.

He's got a desk full of those already.

Come in, Jackie.

Give Michael a callie.

Sir, I'm way back at the hotel.

I want to check the staff records.

I'm sure there's something we might have
missed. Okay.

Did you tell the DI where you were?

How did the interview with Elaine go?

Well, we'll spare you the personal
details, but we believe Elaine, she's

murderer.

And that brings us back to whoever's
running around playing head waiter.

Yeah, and Thomas is the one person who
could have passed for Jay.

Yeah, but what was his motive for
murdering his own brother?

Jay refused to donate a kidney to
Thomas, even though they were

Yeah, but he must have hoped he would
change his mind.

If he did kill Jay, it would be like
signing his own death warrant.

And what about his alibi?

I mean, he was at the hospital having
tests when Jay was killed.

Ah, for your own sake, I'll go here.

You know, if Thomas was masquerading as
Jay, he would have had to have dyed his

hair. Right.

And if he dyed his hair blonde, he'd
have to have dyed it brown again

afterwards. So if we get a hair sample,
that'll show up at analysis, and Thomas

will have to explain to you.

Come on, Jackie.

Where are we going?

Let's go to Sutherland, see if he wants
to change his mind about Thomas's alibi.

You coming, sir?

Just let me know where to go.

As I told you in Chief Inspector
Jardine, Thomas was here all that

We have to be ready. You never know when
an organ might become available.

In fact, it's a good job that we were
prepared.

Mr Erskine's number finally came up.

Bit sudden, wasn't it?

Always the way.

Can't exactly plan for a motorway pile
-up.

And as for a hair sample, in the
circumstances, I'm afraid that's quite

impossible.

Sorry I couldn't be more help.

You should go home.

Burn this joss paper to enrich Peter's
spirit.

His spirit will know no peace so long as
his murder goes unpunished.

I'm going back to the hotel to find out
what really happened.

Please, Carrie, go home and rest.

I'll come and see you later.

Uh, you bring the boss up to speed,
Jackie, and I want a quick word with

What's that?

What's it come from the hotel?

Marcia Erskine's office was empty, and
the file with the health and safety

records was open on the computer. So I
copied it?

What on earth made you do that?

Well, you're always telling me to use my
initiative, sir. I didn't tell you to

go after your own stuff.

Are you telling me that you wouldn't
have done the same thing if you'd been

there, sir?

Not if I was a detective constable,
Stuart, no.

Right. Tell the boss what you found.

Don't tell him how, eh?

Come in.

Don't blame Sutherland.

Even with the authorisation of a
different intent, you still have to

Ferskin before you take that sample.

And as for being protective, he is the
man's doctor.

And his alibi for the night J was
murdered.

Yes, Stuart. There's something really
weird happening at the hotel, sir.

I've discovered that in the past three
years, nearly two dozen of the foreign

staff, mainly illegals, have gone
missing.

What do you mean, missing? Just that.

They'd appeared into thin air.

Is that what their friends told you?
Sir, I checked the hotel's health and

safety records and I found eight of them
were taken to Parklands Hospital.

Well, there's nothing strange about
that. They're not eligible for NHS.

Each underwent the minor surgical
procedure, was discharged and then

vanished.

Each? That's not counting Oscar Liang.

There's one there now.

A Croatian named Avellibar.

Seems he was taken in with suspected
appendicitis. Lo and behold, it turns

that it's a tumour. They had to remove
his kidney.

Thomas Erskine's transplant?

I want to see Mrs. Erskine.

Very colourful.

Now, what was it you wanted?

You killed Peter.

I beg your pardon? Don't deny it. You
killed him. I think you'd better sit

You're an evil, murdering bitch!

You're upset.

I know that when you lose someone,
it's... Easy to get confused.

We believe a person who dies horribly
cannot go to heaven.

Instead, they become a hungry ghost,
destined to wander the earth, tormenting

the living.

If it's a question of money, I'm sure we
can come to some arrangement. I wanted

you to know what misery the future holds
for you.

I wanted to see the look in your eyes.

I believe there are still some things in
Peter's locker.

Take them and go.

The police have been back.

They wanted to take a hair sample from
Thomas.

Did you let them?

What, without the donor's consent?

That would be ethical now, wouldn't it?
They're bound to come back if he talks

to the police.

Let me handle that.

What about you?

Kerry Chan was here.

She's not going to let things lie.

Okay.

Bring the items over here.

how many warrants you've got. This is
still a working hospital. I'll deal with

any complaints when we're finished.

Now, please, if you just stay here and
don't try and interfere.

Well? There's no record available of any
of the missing hotel staff or their

operations. You better be right, Fraser.

However, the dates they went missing do
correspond almost exactly with expensive

transplant operations.

Liver, kidneys, corneal grafts.

Looks like Oscar had a narrow escape.

Check the driving sources against the
National Transport Register.

And now perhaps Thomas Lurkin has
recovered sufficiently enough to speak

Everything seemed to have gone well,
but... Transplants are still far from a

routine procedure.

Bit convenient, wasn't it?

Him killing a woman like that.

I'm sorry, Inspector, but... We'll be
impounding Thomas Erskine's body pending

full post -mortem.

I'm treating his death as suspicious.

Can't they do anything on their own?

Can you believe this?

They're taking advance bookings.

Three corneal grafts, two bone marrow
transplants, and one for a new liver.

You have to tell us where you keep the
crystal ball.

Bro. Oscar, what's up?

Remember you say not to do anything
stupid.

Well, I'm at Carrie's flat and she's not
here.

I think she's gone back to the hotel.

Any idea of why?

She wants to release the hungry ghost.

Cutting your donut cuts.

Find what you were looking for.

Those are Peter's eyes, aren't they?

Aren't they?

If only he'd kept to the kitchen, I
wouldn't have had to kill him.

We were going to be married.

Don't worry.

You'll soon be reunited.

Why are you doing this?

I never did anything to you.

Lots for my husband, though, didn't you?

Little fevers.

Leaf.

Where's Mrs Erskine?

I just saw her a minute ago. Where?

Way back at the cold store. I'll show
you.

Maybe there was something in this after
all.

I still can't believe Marcia was capable
of killing anyone, let alone Jay.

People are full of surprises.

Yeah, you can say that again.

You know, you could have been more
honest with me about Jay.

Well, maybe it's better this way.

At least now we know how far we trust
each other.

I think I'd better go.

Right, let's go.

He couldn't help himself.

Every female he ever met, like some dog
in the street.

A dog that needed putting down, is that
it?

I couldn't take any more.

Staffs niggering everywhere I went.

I told them I wanted a divorce.

David Sutherland and I have an
understanding.

She agreed.

They wanted money more than I had.

Said it was his due.

Reckons about the other business.

The spare parts surgery?

You wouldn't believe the money there is
to be made.

If you have the right contacts.

And a ready supply of raw material.

Who killed Jane?

You or Thomas?

I did.

I know a cobbler's idea left all the
body in the boiler room.

He said it would make the time of death
seem much later.

And Strathclyde's CID would provide me
with the perfect alibi.

What about Thomas?

Why did he help her?

David guaranteed him a transplant.

At least he's got something out of all
this.

Yeah, we've got lucky.

Look!

Get away.

Anyway, I think we've got a good team.

Well, don't get the idea that it might
be permanent. I think Michael's still

seeing any of these personal properties.

Is he?

I have to see if we can't change that,
then.

I've been wondering.

Go on.

Well, if Thomas Erskine had survived,
what would have happened to the kidney

was given?

I mean, strictly speaking, it was stolen
property.

Shouldn't it be handed back to its
rightful owner?

Yeah. That's a very interesting
question, Jackie.

But seeing as Thomas Erskine is dead,
it's one we can leave to the

Right.

What were you eating then?

Chinese?

Chinese? I think I've had enough
oriental culture for one week.

How about a mixed grill?

Huh.

Looks like we're going vegetarian then.