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We used to do this every week.

I do.

You're looking pleased with yourself.

Oh, not really.

It's nice to relax.

Hot date?

Married women don't have them.

Hot date with Paul, then?

Special occasion.

Jackie, an idea yet?

No.

Think she jumped?

Well, she didn't trip.

Bad enough when they chuck bricks.

He's pure bad.

I am the prince.

I am Tom Cruise.

And I want you to know, what is the colour of your money?

Yes!

Billy rules the world!

Better put those on my tap, sweetheart.

Remember, you're driving.

I don't know you care, Francesca.

I'll phone you a taxi.

And you can tell your pal if he gets stuck into the vodka. I don't want his

drunken carcass in my bed tonight.

Going to give us a double vote tonight?

She loves me really, bud.

So, what's happening?

Besides you getting pure creamed.

Listen, man, I could get that back in expenses.

Aren't you the boy who knows?

Aye, I'm that boy, bud.

Nothing comes in, nothing goes out without, I know, our luck in the

Aye, under a rock.

Hey, hey, I see it all, pal.

Criminal mastermind, know what I mean?

But listen, I have got a wee tat.

Use me a twist when you go for the side poke.

Ross.

Found this stuff next to her car keys, but no sign of her purse.

Looks like she parked up there.

Stuart's checking it out.

Call me out this time of night for a jumper.

Glad to see you could join us.

I don't see her dumping her bag in.

Is that a mugging?

Why push her off a bridge?

Four points for a Volvo.

Six for a mare.

A woman was killed in Postle last month for her bag.

The knifing?

No.

Cards registered to an Esther Kennedy.

Jackie.

Look, if a vicious wee thug is running around stabbing women for their purses,

want him found quickly.

I know a few nasty little widows round here.

I'm sure you do, sir.

Mr Kennedy?

Yeah?

Sorry to disturb you. I'm Detective Sergeant Reid from Maryhill Police. This

my colleague DC Fraser.

Can we confirm that Esther Kennedy resides at this address?

That's my wife, yes.

But she's not here.

What's wrong?

Do you know where we might be able to contact her? I don't know.

She didn't come home last night.

Can we come in? What's happened?

I'm afraid to report that your wife may have been involved in an accident.

A fatal accident.

I see.

Are

you all right

with the candy?

Of course.

Did he tell you where she was going?

The health club.

She was meeting a friend.

What time was that?

I'm not sure.

Mid -evening.

Were you expecting her to stay out all night?

No. So did you contact anyone in the hospital, please?

No.

It was only one night.

I'll get dressed.

Yes.

My wife.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

She was dead before she hit the car.

Secondary bruising is excellent.

What about her weapon?

She was hitting blow to the head with a blunt instrument.

What? I know not.

But it fractured her skull, and that's what killed her.

After that, it was heave away and over she goes.

Dumped handbag.

Certainly looks like a mugging going badly wrong.

Maybe it's supposed to.

Kennedy barely blinked when he saw his wife in his lap.

He's in shock.

No, something else.

He was so consoled. So what do you want him to do?

Rend his hair?

Not everyone's a weeper.

Nevertheless.

Okay, he is the husband.

Always a suspect.

Probe him.

Oh, and seeing you're so familiar with the local lowlife Robbie, perhaps you'd

like to start making inquiries?

Only fair I might know a couple of faces.

What about Esther's friend?

The one she was meeting at the baths?

Helen Drummond?

I'll learn my wages.

Pamela Joy taking an early lead from Mount Allen with Angel Dancer in Vicky's

room settling in behind. Philip Fancy bringing up the rear. Going good to

firm... Angel Dancer!

Ah, yeah!

It's five to four.

You are losing it, Robbie boy.

Vicky's room, 41.

Not a chance, mate.

It's your money riding on it anyhow.

Corner pocket, you beauty.

Francesca, can I get a ginger ale, please?

Billy, did you hear about her taking a swan dive in some guy's car last night?

Neither wax and polish after that.

Are you snatching bags around there? Heard anything?

Certainly have.

Here.

Look at any music.

Not quite your style.

Great wee gizmo, but mini disc.

Amaze your friends by recording your own CD quality sounds.

Pure brilliant.

Do you want one?

I'll be sure and ask the man for a receipt.

Yeah, if he's going begging.

I'll see what I can do.

While making it clear a man in my position can't be seen to cooperate with

members of the constabulary.

Your criminal status will plummet.

There you are, sweetheart.

Sweetheart? It's sweetheart, is it?

Well, it wasn't anybody I know. But are you not the man who does know?

I'll ask around.

Don't take me for granted. I'm a valuable source.

Aye. Bad hangovers and a load of bollocks.

Come on!

Yes! Go!

Maybe he's gone to work.

Has Judy identified his wife this morning?

But I only saw her last night. Are you sure?

I'm afraid so.

I'm sorry.

had such a nice time this was at the health club yes yes a

girl's treat a bit of a pamper is that something you do quite often

i do she makes the effort if she's got a big night out or something

and she was going out last night yes yes she looked

Is there someone I can phone for you? A husband? A boyfriend?

No. No, thanks.

Who was she meeting last night?

Paul, I think.

Her husband.

Andrew Donaldson. How do you do? I thought you might like to use my office

privacy. Thank you.

Terrible news.

We're all well.

You can imagine.

Oh.

Mr. Kennedy?

Well, it's good you felt able to come into work today.

It's my job.

Keep occupied, don't they say?

Mr. Candy, we believe your wife may have been murdered.

You said it was an accident.

Now we think differently.

Could you just remind me, when did you say Esther left last night?

I don't know.

Mid -evening, I'm not sure.

What were you doing last night?

I was working.

At home.

We have a big project on. I was... Well, that's why I'm not sure exactly when

she left.

Did you speak to anyone?

See anyone at all?

No.

As I said, I was working.

Why?

Thank you.

I know this must be a difficult time for you.

Yes.

Thank you.

Thanks for the use of your office.

Not at all.

Um, Bob, would you see the officers out?

No, sir, I'll leave it to you.

Handle up.

Much obliged.

Wagons, roll!

This is amazing.

It's very James Bond.

Half expect to see Blofeld strolling around with a pair of them. Well, it's

an assembly line.

So what do they assemble?

All kinds of circuits and motherboards for computers, printers.

All kinds.

Very impressive.

Oh, now this is impressive.

The latest version of the high -end processor for you.

With over 40 ,000 connections on the one chip.

The PX4.

They've got an incredible clock, haven't they? Oh, yeah, I'll reach two

gigahertz with the right hardware.

How well do you know Paul Kennedy?

Friend?

Well, colleague, no.

I work with him.

Friend.

Did you know his wife?

No.

What was she like?

I knew her.

She was a friend, too.

Terrible thing.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

This will lead you back to the main entrance.

Oh, thank you.

Live long and prosper.

Once a Trekkie.

Cowboys come, cowboys go.

Tequila, Sheila.

Don't say no. Go all the way and you can see.

You're a bad man, take the ray.

What the?

Open that door!

Open the bloody door!

Come on now!

Open the door! Open the door!

Get him!

Move! Come on!

Move! Come on!

I'll pull you if he doesn't spread it!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

What do you reckon, could it stick up?

Aye, no badger on him, oh.

Here, get in there.

And get that off.

Jesus Christ!

Get off of that!

This is supposed to be a bloody robbery.

You never said it was loaded, did you? What did you expect? I'm a bandit!

Hey, these aren't laptops.

What?

Where's the bloody laptops?

What do you mean? You said you'd be carrying laptops.

No, valuable load, I said. And that's what this is.

They're your chips, aren't they?

Microchips. Oh, that's great. We rob a van in broad daylight for a poke of

chips. Great tip -off, big man.

It's no my fault, right?

Look, they've got me worth something.

Well, we can't hang around here, but... Mum, we'll take them anyhow.

Look, I'm sorry, Billy.

I thought it was what you were wanting.

Ah, shut it!

This is the last time I work with you pair of clowns.

You're frightened. You've just been robbed.

Hello?

Oh, my God. I mean, I've just been... Help!

I mean, it's a truck.

It's been robbed.

With a gun.

What do you mean?

Well, I could, but... It's going to look funny going back to the base weight.

Well... Well, it depends how much you're talking about.

Well... Oh, I don't know.

Well... I suppose I could.

Yeah?

Uh -huh.

Oh... Right.

Okay.

Sure.

I'm not supposed to call the cops.

There was no robbery.

No robbery.

Come on.

Pour that shot, Bing B. Pollock.

Text me.

Oh, it's you again.

No, I haven't reported it. You tell me, no tape.

The security camera?

No. They always check the tape.

Always.

What do you mean, do that and the delivery note?

Listen, happy taking a big risk.

That'll cost you.

Go all the way and you can see.

You're a bad man takes a ray.

What are we going to do with anything, Billy?

Don't you worry, Malky, son.

They were in a secure van, weren't they?

So they're worth something, aren't they?

Aye, but, I mean, we're not going to walk into the PT World, given that we've

got four gross of microchips. You want none?

Listen, Malky.

Whatever you've got, whatever the price, there's always a buyer.

You've just got to find them, that's all.

You done well.

You want to drive?

Aye.

Trouble in the trail?

No, sir.

You got that delivery note?

Why, thank you kindly, pilgrim.

Jimmy Stewart, right?

No, that's my duke, John Wayne.

Right, right.

You can have your milk, Ipsens.

It's the duke for me.

I kind of believe how wee these things are.

Oh, aye.

Probably get 400 apiece for their wee bits of nothing.

If you're going to upgrade the processor, I'd install a fan, because

reduces your chances of overheating.

Really? Yeah.

Michael.

He's a boss.

Hello again, Inspector.

I don't think you've met my boyfriend.

Andrew Donaldson.

Helen Drummond? Yes, Reed.

How do you do?

Hello. I think we've already met.

Were you nice to Klaus?

Make -up tips and shopping trips.

I'll miss her.

Her days are in the shadow. There are none abiding.

I'm so sorry.

What have you got for me?

It's coming.

They mini -disc players aren't easy to come by. Oh, no.

About her jumped off the bridge.

My mouth's awful dry.

All I heard is there wasn't one of the local boy.

Canny feet as a mugging. Snatch and run, that's their game.

You done it?

Well, thanks, Billy. Been a great help.

So did you come up with anything interesting at the funeral?

That the Kennedys were a very happy couple.

You don't sound convinced.

When all the friends tell you how happy they were and one of them winds up dead.

Ross come up with anything?

He's chasing a couple of leads.

I didn't get a biscuit.

What about the money?

Lister said Kennedy will gain nothing from Esther's death.

I haven't managed to get hold of his bank records yet.

Helen Drummond knew her well.

She might be worth talking to again.

Maybe. Oh, that was mine.

Were the Kennedys having any problems that you know of?

Problems? With their relationship?

Well, they had their rough patches, of course.

Esther was very passionate.

Paul's more of a brooder.

Were they going through a rough patch?

Well, I... I'd like to think she would have told me if things were really bad.

But you don't know, do you?

What about money?

I beg your pardon?

Financial difficulties.

None that I'm aware of.

Look, I really am sorry. I really have a lot on this afternoon.

Of course.

Must be nice working from home.

What is it you do?

Import -export, essentially.

International trade.

Difficult business for a woman to crack.

Are they all?

Kenny Murplekin.

It's you, pal.

What does it do?

That's your computer brain, isn't it?

Your bit of high -tech kit.

VCRs.

CDs, tellies.

Do you see a computer assembly line here? I don't.

It's just a case of finding the right buyer, but the right channels.

Ah, well, I'm the rang channels.

I doubt there's anybody in Glasgow who handles this stuff.

How many have you got?

About 10 ,000.

You're missing a major opportunity.

Ah, well, it's just junk to me, son. I'm sorry.

Aye, right.

Can I get a couple of these mini -disc players?

Ah, sure.

Help yourself.

No hard feelings.

I'm looking for DVDs, by the way.

Aye, right.

How much?

400 quid for each chip.

All we need's a buyer.

Easy for you to say, pal.

Maybe he'll touch them.

Look, I was paid for no report on the robbery, right?

How much?

Why'd he do that, eh?

What's he hiding?

He doesn't want the police involved.

He's got his own thing going.

A nice wee scam.

So if he wants his chips back, he can pay for them, right?

And if he's no keen to come up with the cash, well, all I need to do is apply a

little pressure.

Leave it to your Uncle Billy.

Guilty conscience, William?

Clear as snow, Robert.

You buying?

Here you go.

How much?

For you, 50 quid and a shot and a panda.

Flashing lights and a siren.

I know, a familiar experience.

Oh, hardly, ha, ha.

Tell you what, Keith's 30.

You know what? A receipt, then.

Aye, make it out to D .I. Ross.

Stuart, here.

Look at that.

CD quality found.

You record it straight off your CD player.

Very impressive.

The music's not really my style. It's a bit middle -aged.

What? What do you mean?

I prefer something a bit more clubby, you know. Garage or jungle.

I go to clubs.

Single's night for middle -aged lonely hearts.

Why do you think Esther went to all that trouble of doing herself up to meet her

husband?

Anniversary? No, I checked.

If you think that we're having problems.

Because she was going on a date.

Lover. There's always a lover.

Ah, you'd know.

Are you okay?

About Esther and... Yes.

Fine.

How about you?

Fine.

I'm fine.

I just want to know that you... Sad.

They are doing my heeding.

Don't look at me. It was you that brought them all the gear.

Nancy's future ventura is really gorgeous.

What do you think?

That looks great.

Can we afford it?

Sheila, will you stop worrying?

I told you.

We've got hundreds of money.

Looking at me?

Looking at me like that, pal?

Because I don't negotiate.

The only deal's my deal.

You want the microchips.

You pay the price.

Know what I mean?

Menace to bloody society, mate.

I am the king.

I'm coming to get you.

Do you really have to go, John?

You know I have.

But I'll be back.

What's the name of that... face we're going to.

Picture of Intuda.

Oh, Danny, wait.

That'll be magic.

Just think.

All that sun, sea, sand, starry skies.

That'll be just like Texas.

Oh, it's going to be brilliant.

I'm telling you.

You're a raven.

No, no, straight up.

This is the big one.

Ships come in.

Rain is in the station.

Know what I'm saying?

You say no.

I'm the prince.

I am the king.

Who's your boy?

Who's your boy? You are.

Right. And you're my girl, you know.

Minted. I'll be back in a bit.

What are you talking about?

Billy.

Thank you.

Hey!

So you like the next joke?

Bounding guy.

What?

Do you recognise him?

Billy where?

William Neary.

How well do you know him?

I had a small -time face, you know, drops of tip now and then.

Right.

See if you can find out how long he's been in there.

Where did he live?

What?

Neary. With the dress. Do you know it?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, come on.

Let's take a look.

Seems like someone else with the same idea.

Oh, it's the Watson brothers' raid.

Did you know he was in the rob?

No, no, I didn't.

Nice wee gadgets.

Made one of these myself.

Mike, take a look at this.

What?

What?

You! Out!

What do you want with a gun?

Billy! Where did you get it?

Don't try it, Melky, because I'm going to find out. What did Billy want with a

shotgun? Billy!

Guns know his style.

He wouldn't do me off.

If Matt had gone and chucked him in the Clyde, he'd eat him right.

I knew him, Malky.

I knew him. Understand?

Stop asking questions. When you get back here at half nine, you're going to have

some answers.

I'm on you, Malky, my man.

Got any further with Esther?

She might have been having an affair.

That gives Kennedy a strong motive, doesn't it?

Jealousy? Don't say it.

Why not?

Well, he's not exactly passionate, is he?

He may not look it, but maybe he's storing it all up.

Building resentment.

Pressure. Then pow!

He explodes.

Another type.

Talk to me when you've got something definite.

Could she have been having an affair?

She might have been, I suppose.

But I'm sure Esther would have said if she was.

Would have been great girl chat.

What about Bob Ramsey?

Uh -oh.

Bob and Esther, I don't think so.

He's not exactly Casanova.

Darling, more stew or broccoli?

Peas.

I could be doing with someone like him around the house.

Oh, he comes in handy.

I'd better not.

I know Bob had an incredible crush on her.

He's a sweet boy in his way, but he's never been exactly stable.

What way?

A nervous breakdown.

A high -flyer burnout kind of thing.

There's not many who'd employ him.

Andrew's good that way.

Soft touch?

That's the way I like them.

Met through Billy.

And you met through me.

Right, mate?

Right?

No, I won't.

You can't make me.

I'm not going to do it again.

You can't make me. You can't make me.

What is it?

Hi, Bob. We just need a quick word. If that'll be okay?

Hey. You like them? It's all about bugs in the head.

Thank you.

Was Esther a fan?

Yeah.

She watched it.

Did you like her?

Yeah.

Yeah, she was a... She was a very caring person.

You were close.

Did you love her?

She saved me.

When it all went wrong...

She was there.

So where were you the night that she was murdered?

What do you mean?

What were you doing the night that she died?

Well, I don't know. I can't remember.

You sure?

Well, I just said I can't!

You're obviously under a lot of stress, Mr Ramsey.

Perhaps now's a bad time.

But when it is a good time, I'd like to come back and talk to you.

That's OK.

Right, all right, you've made your point.

Malky's a dozy bastard, but if anyone knew Billy, he'd have... Better than

Is there something you want to discuss, Stuart?

How close were you to Billy?

Contact, a snitch, buy my beer, flip my tenner, let's just part up. You know the

score. Nothing more.

Say what you mean. I won't cover for you, Robbie.

Go on, Art.

Haven't I not?

Francesca in?

She's not in tonight.

She's really upset.

They're doing well.

Who? Thistle?

No, this lot.

Second load of microchips already.

They did get your cab cam tape last time, didn't they?

Aye, sure.

I remember you taking it out yourself. Why?

Oh, nothing.

Just me.

of the bastards who did it.

Then maybe I... What was he up to, Fran?

I'm not asking you a graph or anything. I just... didn't know this.

He never said anything about a gun.

I never knew.

It was some kind of hijack.

A lorry.

What sort of a load was he after?

I don't know.

Valuable, though.

A big payday.

He was dead excited.

Who was in with him?

Malky.

And the driver.

He tipped him off.

They met him in here a couple of times. Some cowboy. I didn't even know his

name.

That's it.

More left of armed robbery than the last month.

Especially anything involving hijacking. Hold up.

Yes, sir.

Bob Ramsey doesn't have an alibi.

And it looks to me as though he was having an affair with Esther.

Bob may have wanted a relationship with Esther, but I don't see him getting one.

What makes you say that?

Not her type?

Oh, Michael.

I'll never understand women.

But if they were having an affair, that would give Kennedy a strong motive.

I'd like to pull him in.

Why are you so keen on him for it?

Because he's a cold bastard.

Doesn't make him a killer.

Make the work pulling him in, though.

Mr. Andrew Donaldson, I'm afraid I must place you under arrest.

And everything you say will take you down.

I am an officer of love.

Happy birthday dear Andrew.

Happy birthday to you.

Speech hunter!

Speech! Speech!

Listen,

she can stop me for speeding any time.

Seriously, though.

Seriously, team.

Thanks. You are the best.

Yes, you are.

And I'll tell you something else.

I'm feeling younger every day.

Cheers, everyone.

Beer or wine?

There's not a bad malt if you... No, I said.

I don't know how you can carry on, is there?

I mean, don't you care?

Esther's dead.

Oh, sir.

That list you asked for?

Oh, yeah, great. What have you got?

Nothing. What? What do you mean?

Nothing. Not one armed robbery in the last four weeks, let alone a hijack. No,

no, no, that can't be right.

It's a quiet one.

Isn't that a good thing?

No, it isn't.

You okay?

What? I can't breathe anymore!

You can see.

You're up at Mount Dixie.

Never tell me you're a bad guy, homie.

You considered your relationship with Esther a good one?

We were married, yes.

Every couple have their problems, though, don't they, Mr. Kennedy?

Little problems.

I'm sure they do.

Did you row?

Every couple have their problems.

Are you a jealous man?

I've never had any reason to be.

What, have you had a reason?

I've never had reason.

You don't show much emotion, do you, Mr Kennedy?

Your wife was murdered.

Self -control isn't a crime.

But bottling it all up, holding it in, all that pressure, grief,

anger, I've got to come out somehow.

If you say so.

Your wife died as a result of a single blow.

A single moment of brutal violence.

An outburst of rage.

And yet the murderer was calm enough.

Had control of himself enough to try to disguise his crime.

How could someone do that?

Who would have that capacity?

No sign of cracking there.

Because he's so controlled.

Because he didn't do it, maybe.

Mike... No, no, no.

You've had your chance.

I'm going to try the thing with Bob Ramsey.

do they always live on the top floor?

You should lay off other people's businesses.

I've sedated him, and I'll keep an eye on him, but all he really needs is

arrest. Could he be faking?

An acute stress -induced episode like this wouldn't be unexpected, given his

medical history.

Which is?

Confidential, as we well know, Chief Inspector.

And this is a murder inquiry, as you well know.

His mother killed herself.

He found her hanging in the kitchen, I believe. He was eight at the time.

That led to a nervous breakdown in his late teens, and that in turn led to

paranoid episodes like these.

Has he ever been violent?

Not to my personal knowledge.

Thank you, Doctor.

You don't really think he's faking, do you?

He's upset.

He's unstable.

He had an unrequited obsession with Esther.

Maybe this particular episode was induced by guilt.

Anyway. I want you to pursue it.

Where are you after?

Going west.

What are you, my shadow? I thought I was coming with you. It's a personal line

of inquiry.

I thought this was a murder inquiry.

Oh, I thought it was. Where are you going?

If Billy and Malky pulled any kind of job, they'd fence it through Kenny

Murdoch, so... Why don't you want me to go with you?

See you later, Stuart.

What can I get you?

Horns, please.

And a wee chad.

Not really your kind of place, officer.

Yeah, I think you could be right.

That's a pound.

Robbie Roth tells me that you and Billy Wiz were in.

An item.

Big mates, him and Billy.

He was round at Billy's place quite a lot, wasn't he?

Was it to you?

Well, he tells me that Billy pulled off some big job.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm sure you don't.

Just like you'd say you have no idea who fenced for him.

Right. When we both really know it was Kenny Murdoch.

He always calls.

He always calls. Even if he's only five minutes late, he knows I'm worried.

And I do.

Well, because of this.

But a whole night, it's okay.

Taxis just don't like that.

Billy and Malky, we're robbing. They have to sell the goods.

So we start with a fence.

Robbie wants to go to a lone ranger. I'll let him. I'll get two murders to

throw. Billy was his contact.

He should be here when we shake down his fence.

At least we should give him a call.

Why?

If you thought there was something that I should know, Stuart, you would tell

me, wouldn't you?

Of course, sir.

Good.

I'm pleased to help you log in.

You lying bastards!

Yeah, I knew Billy and I know you dealt with him!

Good to see you're in advance of the main team, Robbie.

This is not lifted.

Most of this gear is going to match up with our stolen property list.

And when it does, Murdoch, you're done.

Look, I'm going to be terribly disappointed if you can prove... to my

solicitor's satisfaction, that I have unfortunately purchased stolen goods.

Oh, come on. What is this? A bloody keystone corpse.

I apologise.

I'm sure that... Right, that's it. I want you... I want you here right now. I

no longer co -operating.

You understand?

I would have appreciated being kept informed.

I'm sure you would.

It's always important to keep your colleagues fully informed.

Seems that's not always possible.

I made a calculated decision. I don't like your friends, D .I. Ross.

Sir? What exactly was the nature of your relationship with Billy Woods?

He was a snitch, long -running.

He was more than that. A lot more.

One of my officers, best pal, is an armed robber.

Did you go on holiday with him?

I knew nothing about what he was into.

And you expect me to believe that, hmm?

Look, I knew Billy, all right?

You need those contacts. You know how it works.

And OK, I'd even call him a friend.

So it wasn't very nice seeing him dragged out the Clyde. It wasn't very

finding out he was an armed robber either, cos I didn't know that.

I mean, what?

Billy was a gunman.

No, you want to give him a pool, a bit of entertainment, you go to Speedy Boy,

buy him a drink, let his tongue loose. I mean, he talked big. Big and fast.

and most of it crap, and nobody believed a word of it, least of all me. I didn't

know. But you know where the line is, don't you, Robbie?

Were you in the take?

No, I was not in the take.

Because, yeah, I do know where the line is now, and I don't cross it. That would

be stupid, wouldn't it?

And you're so smart that you think you can disguise a relationship with a

serious criminal jeopardising both this case and your own career?

That's not stupid.

No, it was an error of judgment, nothing more. I would never accept any kind of

gift or money from a criminal.

There's no chances with me, Robbie.

It's either the right way or no way.

Now you're off the case.

What? I said you're off the case!

You have a beauty.

Why didn't you tell me Mike was going to raid Murdoch? I told you I wouldn't

cover for you, Robbie.

It's not what I want, and it's not what I meant.

You knew I was going to be there.

Yeah, I did, and I didn't like it, because you made me look stupid in front

Jordan. You made me look suspect.

Oh, so what, Stuart? So I look suspect?

Yeah, you do, actually, and you're making us look bad.

Look, you're not some sort of lone gun.

You're not dirty, bloody Harry.

If we're going to work as a team, we need to know what you're thinking.

We deserve to know what you're doing.

All right, all right.

Maybe I haven't been... Look, Stuart, I could get in serious trouble here.

I think you already are.

Marky Pollock. You know, you must know him. Tall guy. Pasty looking. Hangs out

with Bill and Wes.

Hi, Robbie.

Hi.

What's up, Robbie?

Heavy night clubbing, Mr. Ross?

Oh, aye.

So did you get lucky?

Jackie, I'm in trouble.

Billy.

More than a grass.

Did you know he was on a take?

No.

Did me a couple of favours.

Oh.

Don't say any more.

I mean...

Nothing heavy, no cash or anything like that. Just a few favours, you know?

But Michael might not feel like that.

Michael might not feel like that.

So what's going on?

Oh, I don't know.

Word is that Billy and Malky hijacked a lorry, but I don't know what they took,

if they took anything.

If there even was a hijack, because there's no record of one.

But Billy's dead, Malky's disappeared, Jordan's on my back, and Stuart thinks

I'm on the take.

Apart from that, everything's fine?

There's a call coming.

Thought you might be interested.

Definitely him?

Yeah.

Same as Billy.

Thank you for identifying the body.

Could have been here for days.

Is that the other half?

According to my information, they hijacked a lorry.

According to my information, there's been no reports of a hijacking this

Well, explain the shotgun.

So what did they hold up?

Where's the lorry? What was stolen?

And why hasn't someone reported it?

Thank you, D .I. Ross.

I won't waste any more of your valuable time.

No, sir, I'm absolutely sure.

I've double -checked and she seems so keen.

No lorries have been stolen.

Mind you, there's a lorry driver missing.

When?

Just a couple of days.

Let me look.

Pexy Ray.

What in the dress?

It was pretty brutal. A really nasty battering.

And that was before he was hit by the train.

Robbie's convinced Billy and Malky hijacked her lorry.

Could be a punishment beating.

Falling out amongst thieves?

That's possible.

If so, he must have been a total psycho, a headbanger, or perhaps a complete

amateur.

Well, whoever it was just said about it at random. There's no technique.

Most gangland beatings tend to be more methodical.

If they pulled a job, who else was involved?

Someone is not happy about it.

He went to the Lone Star, like always.

He just never came back.

Right. Did he ever mention a guy called Billy? Billy Wiz.

Do you mind if I have a look around?

It might help us find him.

If you're looking, it's okay. Fine.

Oh, God.

Mum.

Just, love, no now.

Do you know about this?

Mm.

Recognise them?

Mum, can I have some juice?

What are you doing here?

A bit of building work?

Mm -hm.

Can I have a wee look?

Yeah.

Dumb news.

Stuart, need a favour?

No, it's not what you think.

What's this?

A microchip.

Thanks very much, Stuart.

What's it worth?

Looks like the PX4.

Two gigahertz clock, 15 million transistor.

Quite a lot.

Couple hundred quid.

Maybe more if you've got the right connection.

So, um, if you had enough of these, like for, uh, a lorry load, we could be

talking six figures more.

Worth calling for.

Maybe. Where did you get it?

Taxi raid house.

Drives a truck at the microchip plant.

If Billy and Malky robbed a lorryload of microchips, why didn't the factory

report it? What if they don't know about it?

What if someone on the inside covers it up?

Could be Texi, the driver. Known associate of Billy and Malky. He

when the bodies turn up.

Double cross.

So we're looking for inconsistencies in the consignment orders.

Logbooks, inventory, that sort of thing.

There's big money involved.

We find out who's covering up the robbery. I think we'll find out who

Billy and Malky.

Oh, damn the other ones.

You must be mistaken.

Our security is very thorough.

So are thieves, if the payoff's big enough.

This system has been custom designed.

It's foolproof.

No, uh... No, Mr. Kennedy.

Uh, no, I believe he's taken Adele.

Can you separate out all the deliveries made by Texi Ray in the last four weeks?

Sure.

Well, I'm glad to see you're feeling better.

Yeah, yeah, I am.

It's just, things get on top of me.

You know, when I have to...

Are you sure you feel up to coming in for the station tomorrow? Yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

Good. I'll pick you up in the morning.

These don't match.

This one ends with 889, whereas this one is 8890.

Mr. Donaldson, can you tell me who was responsible for creating this computer

record?

It would be, uh, B .R. Bob.

Bob Ramsey.

Do you think he jumped?

Driven to it by guilt over the microchip scam and Esther's murder.

Might even be behind Malky and Billy.

Well done.

What? You uncovered a murderer.

You didn't make him kill himself.

I know that, Michael.

Forensics are done.

That was good work.

Pushing the hijacked theory.

And connecting Billy to the microchip scam.

I will sometimes just get lucky.

Especially considering you were off the case at the time.

See, if you want to work with me, Robbie, you're going to have to get out

Make some new friends.

We'll go over these documents back at the station.

It looks like it was just the two shipments that were made to vanish.

Just the two.

Each one worth millions.

My responsibility, of course, is the company have been very quick to point

I'm sorry.

Oh, well.

I'm off on holiday tonight.

Do let me know if there's anything else.

I may need to ask you a few more questions.

Of course.

Of course, I just... I just heard of Bob Ramsey.

I just need some air.

No, no.

No, it wasn't suicide.

What do you mean?

Well, he was bashed over the head before he was pushed over.

You've got another murder on your hands.

Never saw him as a killer.

Must be someone else involved in that microchip scam.

Well, Tex is still missing.

The lorry driver.

Kill them, he'll get the microchips for himself.

Why would he kill Esther?

Two separate crimes.

Oh, that's a big coincidence.

Although, it does look like her murder is connected to that robbery somehow.

Kennedy worked closely with Bob.

So? Well, he was never properly eliminated from the Esther inquiry.

Yeah, okay, I'll give you that. Let's bring him in.

Stuart's still down at the plant.

Oh, and you, I want you to bring in your cowboy, dead or alive.

How was I to know?

He told me he was going out for a breath of air. A breath of air?

Oh, Stuart.

Kennedy's house is on your way back. You meet me there.

Baldwin and Kennedy make two consignments of microchip that appear,

worth millions.

The first was hijacked by Billy and Malky.

Along with the help of the driver.

So either Kennedy kills them to get his microchips back... Or the driver double

-crosses them all.

Why kill Esther?

And where are the microchips?

Hiya, Sheila. I'm looking for a taxi.

Oh. I, er, I thought maybe you'd found him.

You, er, going somewhere nice?

No. I mean, I'm not going anywhere.

Where is he? I don't know what you mean.

Come on, kids.

Hide and seek.

You can't just walk in.

Let's try somewhere else, shall we?

What the hell are you doing?

Kennedy's not answering.

He's not here.

Robbie just called. We have to meet him.

Was she good? What are you saying?

Was she good?

What? What are you talking about?

My wife?

I know you slept with her.

That's ridiculous.

Didn't you?

Paul, this is beyond a joke. I haven't got the time.

How long was it going on?

Week? Month?

Regular dates?

Please, Paul.

You're making a fool of yourself.

It was you she went to meet that night. I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't lie to me.

Don't lie to me!

I never meant to hurt anybody.

You killed her.

You killed her, didn't you? No, you're making a big mistake.

You killed her!

I tried to finish it. I did.

She was angry.

So she go to the police, tell them about the microchips.

The microchips, Paul.

I'll cut you in.

We'll make thousands.

Millions. Yours.

Yours. Whatever you want.

Look, I crapped myself when Billy got it.

And then when Malky turned up dead, Well, I thought I was next on the list.

I mean, the whole thing was practically my idea.

So I thought I'd better dip out of sight for a wee while till the whole thing

died down.

Like it's next on the right.

All right, you get it, cowboy?

All right, all right.

Right, where are they?

You stupid bastard what couldn't keep your prick in your pants, could you?

Who are they going to be delivered to?

I don't know.

I'm going to miss my flight.

You just can't keep your big mouth shut, can you?

Not to him, not to Esther.

Where are the tickets?

I didn't have to kill her.

Didn't have to.

You can have your little tarts, but that... That's betrayal.

Didn't mean to love you.

Love you.

Thanks. The consignment was being sent by HDI Enterprises.

Look at the address.

Look at you.

Look at this mess.

Help me.

You'd be in prison if I hadn't helped you.

Bob. I told you we couldn't depend on that loony. He could have blown the

thing. Didn't want to.

Hey!

He's a prodder.

Oh.

And then those two schemies.

Acting the hard men, trying blackmail.

Men.

Front. Right.

No.

Then have them screw us with the rest of our lives.

You're pathetic.

If Helen hadn't killed Esther, we could have got away with millions and no one

would have noticed.

Unlucky. Yeah, so was Billy.

You coming?

No, no, I've got to meet a friend.

Good.

We've got the second consignment of stolen microchips, right?

Mm. Well, what about the first one? The one Billy robbed?

To Billy?

Billy was.

No!