All language subtitles for Taggart s17e02 Fire, Burn

believe they're hoping to tie up the
deal.

you

See you later.

So is this the smell of napalm in the
morning or a waste of my valuable time?

No, it's Arsenal, right?

When do I go up? Just after midnight.

Right, sure. First things first. Black
coffee and a bacon roll.

Just down the road. Second left. Bar
corner.

Used to do shoe repairs. I couldn't find
any we take away.

Yes, sir. Hang on, hang on.

Robbie. Eh, no, no, no, I'm fine,
thanks.

Okay. Make sure the bacon's like this
place. Done you a crisp.

Right, what have we got?

I woke you twice.

It's okay, Brian, I'll get you there in
time.

We didn't talk like we agreed.

Jackie, we can't go on like this
indefinitely.

It's not indefinitely.

In six weeks' time, the task force will
report and you'll be back.

I keep telling you, the big career
chances for me are down there, not up

Sure.

Big enough to make you miss the funeral?

Don't start that one again.

You know I couldn't help it. Not if I'm
going to make the top floor of the Met

in a few years.

And what's going to happen to me?

If you love your job so much, why do you
have to drag yourself out of bed every

morning?

Would you want to stand here and debate
it, or do you want to catch your flight?

What kind of clothes do you make here,
Mr O 'Rourke?

Women's stuff. You know, leisure wear.
Can I see them, son?

Eh, no. Still pretty hot in there. Might
be structural damage.

Whole place could come down about your
ears.

That's business these days, eh?

Now, doing okay for yourself, eh?

Oh, pretty good.

Matter of fact, I've just won a big new
contract with Poland last month.

Ah, cos we were wondering if maybe you
were feeling the pinch a wee bit. In the

leisure wear department.

Jeez, you think I did this for the
insurance?

Oh, yes, I thought.

Did you?

No.

The way things have gone for me, this is
the worst thing that could have

happened. You send your boys round to my
office and I'll show you my order

books. We'll take you up on that.

Fine. When you've done that, you can nip
down to Ranel Fashions.

Have a word with Mr Scott Dewar. See
what he's got to say for himself.

Now, why should we do that?

Because he's the guy I beat for the
Polish contract last month and the

one last year.

And if anybody stands to gain out of
this, it's that snotty bastard, not me.

When did you hear about the blaze?

About half twelve last night. One of the
night duty guys phoned me.

They work for a special security
company. No, no, I pay their wages.

You want to speak to them?

That's happening already, Mr O 'Rourke.

Sorry, I can't even give any more help.

It all happens so fast.

Excuse me.

Ian, this is Constable Fraser. I was
just telling him about what happened

night. Ian's just out of the hospital.

Shouldn't you be at home?

Ah, well, I was on my way.

Just wanted to see how Archie was.

So you got the worst of it, then?

Mr O 'Rourke says if they phone him as
soon as you get in, let him know how

you're doing.

All right.

Good boss, is he?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Got no complaints there, eh?

As I was saying, you got the worst of
it?

Ah, well, went back in for my jacket.

I know I shouldn't have, but... You went
back into the building?

Well, Archie here told me you both got
out as soon as you discovered the blaze.

Well, it was all a bit confusing, you
know.

Sure it was.

Do you want a lift home?

No, no, you're all right. I've got a cab
waiting downstairs.

I'll see you later, maybe.

Sure, I'll let you know if you hear
anything.

Good morning. Can I help you?

I'm not sure.

If I could talk to someone.

Talk away. Morning.

I thought it was you. How are you?

What can we do for you? I don't know.

It's my husband. He didn't come home
last night.

I think maybe something's happened to
him.

He's like a cat on hot bricks.

Yeah, doesn't mean he did it, though.

Oh, Jackie, good of you to join us.

I told Robbie I'd be a bit late. Yeah,
well, better late than never. Right,

we've got here is a... Bring her up to
speed, will you?

Burke.

Hi, good morning to you.

I'm looking for the firemaster.

What? Sorry, I didn't realise I'm
looking for the firemaster.

Hang on, they're all around the side
there somewhere.

Thanks.

Well, if you only went missing last
night, then...

In that case, I do understand. But I've
got this arson business to deal with.

It's going to take every... Little
Rourke yelps like a stuck pig.

Says this other rag trades guy must be
behind it.

Guy called... Dewar.

Jack, are you taking any word of this?

Fire, burn and cauldron bubble.

What?

Macbeth.

We did it at school.

Jackie.

You look like you haven't had a decent
night's sleep for a week. I've told you.

Just take some leave.

And do what? Sit at home and brood?

Anything's preferable to that. Right,
Jackie.

Change of plan.

You're going after a husband who went
out last night and hasn't come home.

Last night?

Surely we're supposed to leave at... Do
you remember the chief super at Pitt

Street who died last year?

Well, the wife in question is his
daughter, so Patterson wants to treat

his family.

The woman's famous Maureen Wishart in
the space that's got the details.

OK, but uniform you could use... Yes,
Ward, this is your special feminine

Just needs a bit of time to get over
Mike Jarden's death.

Yeah, well, listen, Robbie, life goes on
and so does crime, and I can't afford

people who don't want to be in my team.
Yeah, but... Yeah, but what?

Stories didn't match.

They're definitely covering something
up. Like what?

I didn't push it at this stage, sir. Oh,
God almighty. You're bloody well paid

to push it, son. No fart about like a
social worker.

All right, let's go and see this old
-fashioned guy.

You keep an eye on things here until
forensics and the fire service boys have

finished them.

Do you think you can cope with that
heavy responsibility?

Yes, sir.

Your father?

He used to say he loved that boat almost
as much as me.

Actually, that's where I first met Andy.

He and his brother used the same yard.

They had a boat down there they were
patching up.

And this will be Andy.

That was taken a few years ago when Andy
worked for Hamilton's, pulling down

buildings, stuff like that.

So what do they do now?

Maintenance engineer.

Listen, you don't think I'm being silly,
do you?

I mean, reporting it to the police and
all that.

It's just that Dad always said the
sooner you know, the better.

No. No, of course you're not being
silly.

But I'm sure you'll turn up safe and
sound.

So, when did you last see him?

About 11.

He came in and we started arguing.

Would you mind telling me what the
argument was about?

Well, it started off with why there
weren't any of his favourite pizzas left

the freezer and went on to life, the
universe and everything.

You know the way it happens.

Then he grabbed his jacket, said he'd
had enough, he was off.

I thought I'd find him down here in the
city in the morning, but there was no

sign of him.

So I went round to the lock -up.

Andy kept it on after we moved here.

Used it as a workshop.

I thought he might have slept there.

But he wasn't there.

Did you ring round his friends?

All the ones I know, but... OK.

Where did they work?

And that cheapskate's accusing me.

I'll have him in court.

Well, he didn't pick your name out of a
hat, Mr Dewar.

Apparently you lost out to him over some
big foreign contracts, is that right?

We've got plenty of work to keep us
going here.

You can see that for yourself.

So you had nothing to do with the fire?

Look, my wife and I were down in London
all weekend at a trade fair.

We only got back an hour ago.

She can't blame me for Mr O 'Rourke's
misfortunes.

Can I have that?

What do you mean, what are we doing
here?

O 'Rourke accused you of setting off the
blaze. Or did Robin O mention that to

you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sorry he did.

I just didn't connect the name with Andy
Wishart.

Eh? What are you talking about?

He's a maintenance engineer. This is
where he works.

I thought he might have spent the night
here.

I shouldn't have to be saying this to
somebody like you, Sarge. But this is

the kind of job that can be done with
half your mind on it. Look, I said I'm

sorry. There isn't exactly a life, Lord.
And whatever you got away with in the

past, don't answer me back like that.

Boss, it's Stuart.

The king is dead. Long live the king.
And this is the new regime.

Yes.

It's a body.

Or what's left of it.

Somewhere between 16 and 20, died of
smoke inhalation.

All right.

Now... Well, that's that.

What more do you want?

Oh, just some clues to who he was.

Well, no fingerprints left.

What about his teeth?

A few fillings, nothing special.

If you've got time to check with every
dentist in the city, you might be lucky.

On the other hand, if he was a visitor,
he's going to take a shade longer.

He could have been in through the
window.

Waits for the security guards to settle
down.

Don't do it all.

Before he knows it, the fire starts.

He's trapped.

No way out.

Why would someone break in here?

A junkie.

Looking for something to sell.

Read.

OK.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Must have been a hellish way to go.

They're not the contracts I was telling
you about.

If you don't mind, I'm busy. I'll try to
find a place to set up business so I

can meet these orders.

That's not why we're here.

Turns out there was a casualty last
night, Mr O 'Rourke.

Somebody died in a fire.

Who? You tell us.

Don't ask me.

Why not?

He was in your basement.

Well, whoever he was, he had no business
being there.

It must have been a burglar.

Don't get all hung up on it.

Root wants to kill someone, so he sticks
them in the basement and then gets

somebody else to torch the whole
building.

Right. But, um... What if it was
somebody else that wanted to get rid of

it was in the basement?

Yeah, I know, I know. It makes even less
sense.

So we're still waiting a report from the
fire service.

As soon as I get that... Hi.

Hi. Oh, sorry to keep you waiting,
folks.

Right, OK, what you have is a firebomb
placed next to a gas main.

A homemade device, we think, but it
wasn't damaged tonight.

How can you tell?

Sheer luck.

A wee fragment was protected by the
pipe.

Now, spectroscopics tell us it was
standard incendiary, plus a couple of

little ingredients.

to make it spread like wildfire.

Those of you who prefer the technical
jargon will find the details on page

How was it triggered?

A timer?

Mm -mm, no trace of that.

No, it was more likely an electronic
trigger.

They're not that difficult to rig up, if
you know what you're doing.

And this guy does.

What was the operating distance?

Say, up to half a mile?

In other words, we're talking about a
professional for hire here.

Oh, don't... Don't narrow it down too
far, Matthew.

Have you any idea of the stuff that's
available on the internet?

You know, at www .blowtheworldtohell
.com?

That means we could be looking for
practically anyone.

Ah, Crumb is exaggerating.

No, she isn't.

You should go online, sir.

See what's happening out there in
cyberspace.

Aye, the problem is I've got a social
life. Do you know what I mean, Stuart?

So it seems as our glorious new leader,
Matthew...

Now, listen.

I hear she's just getting divorced for
the third time.

There's you still stuck on number one,
Jackie.

It was a joke.

That'll be why she's laughing her head
off.

Oh, God.

Thanks a lot, Sheila. I appreciate it.
OK. Take care. Bye.

Jackie.

Right.

Two major lines of inquiry.

Who made that bomb and used it, and who
hired him?

Now, we're going to be talking to some
of the boys in the bang -bang trade, see

if we can come up with a few names.
While you two are going to get

there is to get on O 'Rourke. What he's
been mixed up in, who he's crossed,

who's got it in for him, all that kind
of stuff.

No questions?

Right. What about Andy Wishart?

Just drop it. I'll square things with
the boss. Come on, let's get moving.

What about the murder victim, sir?

What murder victim?

You seem to be forgetting that murder
requires intent.

That's hardly likely the bomber set out
to kill that guy in the basement.

So that's where they're going to take us
anyway.

Yeah, but somebody died.

That shouldn't be forgotten.

What do you want me to do, son? Call for
a minute's silence?

I still think we should find out who he
was and what he was doing there.

All right.

All right, that's your job.

Use your initiative. Keep me posted.

You know, Stuart's made his fairness
stuff, and you might think.

Robbie, I'll catch up with you.

So you agree with Fraser, do you?

Yeah, I think he's got a point.

Why didn't you speak up?

I do always like junior ranks over the
top first.

Problem?

Here's me thinking you and your boss
will get on like a house on fire.

Let's just say I got my fingers burnt.

Which is nothing compared to the way
he's gunning for you, by the way. Oh,

because I don't kowtow to him the way a
female should.

Come on, Jack. He's got nothing to do
with that.

What? You think Bert's a new man, do
you? Of course not. He's old school.

Aye. Jurassic secondary.

Ah. You're still here.

What's that supposed to mean?

I went round to Ian's house.

Seems he's gone off on holiday at short
notice and nobody knows where.

We find a body in the basement.

Somebody died in the fire.

I'm sorry to hear that, but what's that
got to do with me?

You're responsible for security.

That's what's got to do with you.

Aye, but we're not talking about Fort
Knox here, are we? I mean, anybody could

have sneaked in. That's what I was
thinking.

Maybe you caught someone trying to break
in, locked them in the basement to

teach them a lesson.

Absolutely not.

Who's that?

My grandchildren.

Who's that?

That's it.

Wish I could afford one.

Look.

I've done nothing wrong.

But there's something on your
conscience.

My conscience is my business.

Look, son, I'm 56 next birthday, and
I've been made redundant three times in

last ten years.

Working security for a rork is the first
job I've had in ages, and I want to

hold on to it.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get
back to my grandchildren.

Be fair, the man didn't ask for the job.

Didn't even get a promotion out of it.

Oh, yeah, my heart bleeds.

Aye, all right, but if you keep on
showing him that you don't accept his

authority... You do stick up for me,
Robbie?

Of course.

I've told him you need time.

Can't return to it all.

It's easier said than done.

I haven't even been back to visit the
grave.

Maybe it's more than time I need.

What do you mean?

Listen, I'll see you later.

Once I've told Maureen Bush that I'm no
longer looking for her husband.

Oh, Joey.

It's OK, Maureen, it's not bad news.

Sammy, it's good news.

This is Andy's brother, Derek. He just
dropped in to see if I'm OK.

Have you talked to the people at Andy's
work?

I spoke to the supervisor, but he hasn't
seen him since yesterday.

Oh, God, something bad's happened to
him. I know it has.

Maureen, don't get upset.

It's what you're here for.

Well, the thing is, look, there's
another case that's taken priority.

Orders from above.

You mean you're not going to do anything
about Andy?

Well, we've flared up his credit card
and his bank card, so if he uses them...

See?

I told you.

Look, Maureen, I can't promise anything,
but if I get a moment, I'll see what I

can do.

Sure. Well, I'm looking for some help.

I thought you'd been moved out a special
branch.

My, my, what big ears you have, Grandma.

You know, you didn't really get the
credit you deserved back then.

I mean, we'd never actually caught the
guys who made the bombs if it hadn't

for your help. Oh, my patriot.

That was all the satisfaction I needed.

What is it you need now?

Do you read about the factory that went
up last night?

Professional arsonist. I'm looking for
some names. Come on, Matt.

You know me better than that.

Giving you the name of terrorist isn't
the same as grassing up ordinary working

guys. What, you mean your fellow
criminals?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

That was to fall into the wrong hands.

Here.

That's the report I mentioned.

See if it brings anybody to your mind,
eh?

Oh, you sure can't tempt it.

There you go.

You get Mr Burke to sign that and I'll
start the test right away. Thanks.

So, how are you getting on with him?

Oh, his bark's worse than his bite.

No, no, no, it's the other way round.

Believe in me.

Come in.

There's nobody home.

Both in the technical spec have got
three names.

Turns out one died a couple of months
ago, one's in jail, which leaves the man

you're looking at.

Lawrence Coyle, ex -army, ex -demolition
company worker and all -round

explosives expert.

So what's the word in O 'Rourke?

Eh, it's not exactly a model citizen.

Vat boys have got him in their sights,
but...

We're not looking at anything like a
serious criminal.

How did he get started?

He's a self -made man.

Came up from the gutter and proud of it.

It seems he slept rough as a teenager
and got a pitch in Argyle Street.

But he hasn't forgotten.

He's still involved. What are they
making, those sweatshops?

Cheap copies that go abroad and get fake
designer labels attached.

There's a lot of money in it.

Maybe we're looking at a turf war in the
rag trade.

What, between O 'Rourke and Scott Dewar?

It's possible.

That alibi has sounded like a belt and
braces job.

So we'll keep an eye on Mr Coyle for a
wee while.

Find out where he goes, what he does,
who he did it with.

Do you want me to set up the
surveillance team?

No.

No, Jackie and me will do that.

You stay here till they arrive.

Ah, if he goes out in the meantime, I'll
follow him. Aye.

Then with a bit of luck, we can have
this all done and dirtied by tea time.

So start pulling surveillance together.
Get everything on record about Lawrence

Coyle.

What are these lab tests about?

Forensics think they might be able to
identify clothing from the burnt fibres.

Don't believe everything Sheila Crombie
tells you about the wonders of modern

science. But, sir... You know, when I
was at your stage, I had an old sergeant

with a one -size -fits -all approach.

First, choose your prime suspect.

Second, wind them up till they crack.

Give that a go first. Yes, sir.

Get me on response unit.

Come on, come on. What's the bomb being
made here?

Thank you.

So listen, Adolf.

Bringing some excitement into the lives
of the disabled.

Take a look anyway.

Yeah, just a minute.

There's nothing in the file about him
being in a wheelchair.

No.

No, nothing at all.

Right, talk to you later.

All right, so Coyle could hardly have
planted the bomb or set it off, but he

could have made it.

Oh, I am going to cause so much trouble
for you.

I'm going to go to your boss.

I'll have a lawyer on you.

I'll get her MSP on it.

That disability action group I got Dad
to join. It's OK, Sandra.

They're going to replace the door pronto
and pay us handsome compensation for

all the distress and embarrassment
they've caused us.

Isn't that right, Chief Inspector?

The time on the video recorder packed
in.

What happened to you?

Got made redundant.

Signed up for a job abroad.

One of those wee African wars you never
see in the news.

Good money.

But the material you have to work with,
well, let's just say it can blow up your

face.

No, it's a bit of a false alarm,
actually.

No evidence of bomb -making.

So this man is entirely innocent?

As far as we know.

And what made you decide to press the
panic button?

Well, ma 'am, I thought... D .I. Ross
was acting in my authority.

What, you told him to whistle up the
armed response team any time he felt

it? Is that what the assistant chief
constable is supposed to tell the press

conference? Look, Val, we're after
somebody who set off an incendiary

killed someone in the process.

Now, that block of flats where Coyle
lives has over 30 residents. If we had

waited and watched then something could
have gone really badly wrong and then

the media would have had us by the
balls.

So to speak.

OK, Matt.

But in future, you run it past me before
calling out the troops.

And keep me fully up to date on all
developments as they happen. You hear

Well, this investigation could move very
quickly. It might not always be

possible. Make it possible?

Something about Coyle?

No, Andy Wishart. I thought I told you
to drop that.

God in heaven, woman, do you argue with
your man like this?

No wonder the poor sod got himself onto
that task force.

Thanks for taking the heat in there.

You remember loyalty cuts both ways.

I'll take a pint of you later.

Would you like a glass?

No, no thanks.

Oh, hell, why not?

Really nice houses around here.

Oh, the houses are nice enough.

The neighbours and I can't stand looking
down on us because we're just ordinary

people.

You know the women across the road once
said to me, oh, but you

couldn't afford to live here if you
didn't get a low mortgage through your

at the bank.

Oh, it's perfectly true.

If it hadn't been for that and the money
we got when my dad died, where do you

stay?

We've got a flat in the West End.

No children?

We're trying to start a family.

Not going to get very far by myself,
though.

Listen, I was wondering, could I borrow
a photograph?

Wouldn't one of the other ones be
better?

Oh, no, this one will be fine.

Still nothing?

She's a bit fragile.

I wouldn't let her open another bottle
of wine if I were you.

Look, I'm sorry I got a bit stroppy
earlier on.

It's just I hate seeing Maureen like
that.

So what do you think happened to him?

To be honest, I think he's staying with
her pal and he's told him to keep his

mouth shut if Maureen calls.

Why would he do that?

To get back at her. For what?

For not staying at home, packing on her
job, being the little woman, all that

stuff.

All right, I mean, a lot of guys feel
that way, but Maureen's got a hell of a

lot more going for her than that.

Anyway, this pizza will be getting cold.

So there's no way of identifying who it
was in the building?

Well, I wouldn't say that.

The things they can do with DNA now.

I mean, do you know they can actually
get a description from it?

Forensics can tell if the dead boy had,
say, red hair.

Don't you worry.

We'll find out who he was and what he
was doing there.

Oh.

That new telly of Archie's is great, by
the way.

Oh, for God's sake, haven't we had
enough of you lot already?

Look, it's OK, I'm on my own. All I want
is a word with your father.

Are you into cooking, Sergeant?

I don't really have the time.

See, Sandra, that's the problem with
being a career woman.

So how can I help you even more than
I've done already?

The last time you saw Andy Wishart, that
would do for a start.

Don't think I know the name.

That's him there, on the right.

You're next to him, with your arm around
him.

Oh, that Andy Wishart.

That's me off.

I'm watching you're taking that plate
out, eh?

I can look after myself. You're the one
that needs watching.

Girls' night out.

You know what they're like.

I was taken when you worked for
Hamilton's, the demolition company,

The A -team.

And you taught Andy about bombs, all the
stuff you'd lent in the army.

So is it a crime to know your way round
explosives?

Did you teach him about electronic
triggers too?

I taught him how to put them together
and take them apart. Make sure they're

working properly.

Your mates' lives depend on that sort of
thing.

Not to mention your own.

So why did you deny knowing Andy?

Life shouldn't be too easy, Sergeant.
It's bad for your soul.

When did you last see him?

Andy?

That's sick.

When we finally got our redundancy money
from Hamilton's.

That'd be two years ago.

We all went out for a drink.

All except... Graham Harper.

He was the union man.

Always going on about safety margins.

So they fired him the week before they
announced they were closing down.

Boy, was he mad about losing his
redundancy.

Why don't I sit down?

There's something you might be able to
help me with.

We don't help the police.

Who said I'm the police?

Praying on young, homeless boys.

He's a regular at this place called Open
How.

It's a drop -in centre.

That's where he finds these kids.

Gives them some story about letting them
have a place to stay.

And once he's got them there... Look,
call me picky, but if you get anything

back this theory up... Let's do what you
said, son.

Let's bring him in and turn the screws.

More work.

You've got to have something to hit him
with. You haven't got it yet.

Never mind, Stuart.

What are you drinking?

Thanks. But I'll keep at it.

I don't know what you want. No, I'm
fine.

I could just make sure he gets that.

Preferably before noon.

That would be more of a thing.

Sergeant, how are things doing with the
Wishart case?

Did Mr Burke not speak to you about it?

He told me to drop it and concentrate on
the fire -raising case.

Oh, did he now?

Oh, see about that.

But I managed to speak to Mrs. Wishart.

And the odd thing is, there's a
connection between Andy Wishart and the

case. Really?

Does DCI Burt know about this?

Yeah, well, I mentioned it to him, but
he was rather busy at the time.

Right.

So, um, what are your family, ma 'am?

Well, is this a profile for the Police
Gazette?

I used to be married. I used to have a
family.

That's all you need to know.

Buck.

So you think Andy Wishart might be
responsible for torching your orc

Yeah, well, I was looking at Coyle's
file and I noticed that he was employed

with the same demolition company.

When you put that together with the fact
he now works for Scott Dewar, I suppose

it's plausible.

Andy doesn't have any form. Why would he
be prepared to do something like that

for Dewar?

Money?

He wants Maureen to give up work and
start a family.

even although they're already having
trouble making ends meet. So Andy

the road's factory, freaks out, goes on
the run.

I think you might have found the key to
this, Jackie.

Isn't it time to get moving on it?

Robbie, Stuart.

Right, we're going on the theory that
this missing man, Andy Wishart, is the

who torched the factory.

Now, we know he used a lock -up for a
workshop, so that's the most likely

for him to have made the device.

So let's go.

Jackie, just a minute.

What the hell did you think you were
doing, breathing pack or something like

that?

She questioned me.

What was I supposed to do, refuse to
answer?

Bollocks. You could have waited to lag
it back, but instead you went swarming

off on your own and then you saw your
chance to make me look stupid and you

grabbed it. You've got some cheek
blaming me.

You were supposed to tell her you'd
taken me off to Wisharton, Clyde,

Right, you listen to me, sweetheart.

I might be a far bloody cry from your
precious Mike Jarden, but you do not

ever go behind my back. Don't you dare
bring his name into this.

This is strictly between you and me.

It's got nothing to do with Michael, so
you leave him out of it. How?

How the hell can I leave him out when
you're dragging his corpse around with

everywhere you go?

You're carrying on like his widow
instead of his... Get back here, I'm not

finished! Yes, well, maybe I have!

So, what do you think?

Could this be the burn factory?

Yeah, possible.

What?

Correction. Make that highly probable.

I know I'm coming up.

What are you doing here?

At least this building is a store for
the clothes we make.

And the casualty is thousands of pounds
worth of clothes.

D .S. Reid.

Yeah, that's right.

When was this?

So is this how Rourke's revenge, do you
think?

I'll be looking for somebody that's got
it in for both of you.

Sir.

Urgent message from Jackie.

Andy Wishart's just used his credit card
at a pub called The Railway Inn.

It's close to the canal basin.

What?

Who is this?

Excuse me.

Please run the coin. Thank you.

Look.

What's this all about?

Where did you get the credit card you
tried to use?

It must have been a mistake.

Where did you get it?

OK.

OK, I found it.

That was all.

It was in the jacket.

It was just... Lying there.

Lying where?

Yes.

That's him.

That's Andy.

I'm all right.

I knew something was wrong.

Maureen, there's something I have to
tell you.

It's about Andy.

I'm sorry, but I really think it's
better that we get it over with.

Hello, hello.

No, you've got it wrong.

Andy would never do anything like that.
You said it yourself.

It takes money to live where you do.

That doesn't make him a criminal.

I thought you understood.

I do understand, Maureen.

No, you don't.

You don't understand at all.

How do you see my husband lying there
dead?

And you start accusing him?

I'm sorry, but I'm just doing my job.

Yeah.

Well, it just shows.

You have no idea what it's like to lose
someone.

That's not true.

I promise you, Maureen, I do know.

To look back on the last day you saw him
and realise you would give anything to

be able to say something.

I'm sorry, you're going to have to
excuse me.

See it? Just under the ribs.

It's a stab wound.

Yep, and that's what killed him at least
an hour before he was dumped in the

water.

So, eh, not much external bleeding?

Very little. It was a long, thin blade
that went straight up into his heart.

As I said, it was either very skillful
or very lucky.

The man who hired him.

Hired him to do what?

Sorry.

Just being those, eh?

We think you torched a factory.

And another one last night.

No, that doesn't work.

You all right, Jackie?

Yeah.

Sure.

What is it?

Burke wants you.

I've got problems.

Like what?

Like Andy was dead before he went into
the water.

But that's not the big one.

I promise you, that man's been dead for
at least 24 hours. He could have done

the first play, that's quite possible.

But not the second one.

Excuse me.

No, this, eh... This doesn't make sense.

Not unless we're dealing with two
bombers here.

No. No, you're dealing with one, no
question.

The device that was used on Dewar's
warehouse was the same as the one at O

'Rourke's factory.

I mean, it's the same ingredients, same
construction, both made in that lock

-up.

What about this?

Dewar hires Andy to torture O 'Rourke's
place.

Andy does the job, but then realises
he's got Dewar by the short and curlies.

So he asked for more money to keep his
mouth shut.

Dewar realises he could be blackmailed
from now till doomsday. So he arranges

meet with Andy and kills him. But to
cover his track, he uses one of Andy's

devices to torch his own warehouse.

Right, bring him in for questioning.

You look a bit frayed at the edges.

Well, you know, back in Special Branch,
at least we knew who the bad guys were.

This case, every time I think I've got a
handle on it, it jumps the other bloody

way.

Well, look, I hate to add to your
troubles, but from what we found in that

-up, there could be up to another three
bombs left.

So, the man you're looking for is
someone with a grudge against the world.

got a great way to get his own back.

Murdered?

But who would want to kill him?

Well, we're not sure, but it could be
the man who hired him.

We'll get him whoever he was, Mrs
Wishart.

DC Fraser will stay with you just now.

Are you all right now?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... No, I'm
the one that should apologise.

Especially since I kind of knew.

About Andy, I mean.

You what?

The row I told you about, just before he
walked out.

He said he wanted us to go back on
holiday to Barbados.

That's where we got married.

And I said, how the hell are we going to
afford that?

And he said he was doing this special
job and he would make us all the money

needed.

And you got mad at him? Didn't I just?

He said there were a hell of a lot more
things he needed spending on rather than

a holiday to the West Indies.

What did he say?

He said that it showed how he really
felt about him.

And he walked out.

And you feel you're to blame?

Well, I was right.

I just can't believe it.

Well, Derek will be here soon.

You know, Andy was the one the girls
were always after.

But Derek was the one you could rely on.

Maybe I married the wrong man.

What's wrong?

Finding Andy Wishart like that?

Well, dead bodies are never the best
part of the job.

Do you know what? I hate to admit it,
but I think Burke might be right.

How do you mean?

I don't know if I can do this anymore.

Brian wants me to pack it in anyway.

Oh, you're kidding.

No.

No, Robbie, I'm not.

I mean, you know how much I've lost the
place.

Back there, I was dealing with a woman
whose husband's been murdered and I

nearly ended up crying on her shoulder.

Not a bad technique, Jackie.

Catch them off the guard.

Besides, if you packed it in, what would
happen to me?

What do you mean?

Who else have I got to bounce ideas off?

I mean, Bert plays everything close to
his chest.

Stuart belongs in cyberspace.

You're the only one who can stop me
making a fool of myself.

Ah, well, that's true enough.

I was going to ask you how Andy Wishart
could blackmail Scott Dewar for more

money.

Mm -hm.

What's the problem?

No, come on, Robbie.

You hire me to commit a crime, and then
I threaten to go to the police.

Well, how can I do that without
confessing to the crime and winding up

myself?

Erm, I don't know, maybe Scott Dewar's
not as smart as you.

See what I mean?

About making a fool of myself?

Can I get you anything?

Derek, it's terrible. He's been
murdered.

Excuse me.

For God's sake.

Look. It was my place that was burnt to
the ground last night. Why are you going

on about O 'Rourke?

Nobody died in your place.

Who do you mean?

The fire at O 'Rourke's killed somebody
in the basement, which means that the

man that pushed the button and the man
who paid him to do it are both guilty

under the law.

Are you sure you don't want your pillow
to their present?

Especially since there's been another
death.

What? Last night we found Andy Wishart.
Somebody shoved him in the river.

And he's dead?

Which is good news for you, of course,
but it now means that Andy won't be able

to testify against you.

Sir, I don't know what you mean.

I really don't.

So why exactly did you kill Andy
Wishart, Mr Dewan?

Was he trying to screw more money out of
you?

Or do you think it'd be better just to
shut him up anyway?

You guys are off your head.

Boss, looks like we might not have got
this quite right after all.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Seems Mr Joe brought in the
professionals. Mind you, they don't come

He withdrew £50 ,000 in cash first thing
this morning. No, no, no, no, no.

That's not the way it was.

So why did you withdraw the cash?

It was a business deal. Well, you do 50
grand deals in cash.

No. Yeah, yeah, sometimes.

I've got this supplier.

I get materials from him.

He insists on being paid in cash.

I can't understand people.

You pawns around with your designer
suits and your silk shirts and you pay

workers tuppence an hour so you can make
your big fat profits and afford 50

grand to get rid of a nasty wee problem
on the side.

Who is the money for?

The tax man.

Okay? The tax man.

You're paying a tax bill.

No, no, no. That's what the bastard
calls himself.

The tax man.

He phoned me last night. He told me that
if I didn't give him £50 ,000 then my

place was going up like a rock.

He said last night was just to show that
he meant business.

So this character who calls himself the
Taxman thinks he's going to take 50

grand off Scott Dewar, but he's in for a
big disappointment because we're going

to stake out the handover and catch him
with the money red -handed. Sorry to

interrupt, sir, but what about the phone
he used to call Dewar and demand the

money?

Yeah, it was a clone mobile.

Untraceable. And a team's gone into
Dewar's factory now to look for the

one at a time, in case the Taxman's
watching the place.

Now, what we don't know... is the
location for the handover. So we're

have to be ready to move fast as soon as
Dewar hears from the tax man again.

But we've got an edge in this situation.

Now, I'd bet amongst wages that he's
been at this game for a while and

getting away with it. So I doubt he's
going to be expecting us. What about the

other guy, O 'Rourke? Did he refuse to
pay up?

Mr O 'Rourke is Dewar's specialist
subject.

I suppose you don't find out how good
your insurance is until you make a

Well, look, I paid your bloody premiums
every year. I'm entitled to a straight

answer.

Are you

sure? I wish

I had been threatened with this taxman
guy. Then none of this would have

happened. Because you would have paid
up?

You're damn right I would have. I've got
a business to run.

What do you do to relax, Mr O 'Rourke?

How do you take the pressure off?

Does that got to do with anything?

Just curious.

Oh, and by the way, we'll have the
results of the DNA test within 24 hours.

I'll be right on to you.

What for?

To let you know who you are.

A rope's a decent man. He wouldn't do
that sort of thing. Do you think these

guys go round with big signs on their
backs?

That's how we stop them preying on young
kids.

Aye, all right, you cannae always tell,
but... Kids as young as your

grandchildren.

Nothing like that was going on.

And how exactly do you know?

Listen, Archie, I don't want you to lose
your job.

I really don't. But if you force me to
choose between that and doing my job,

then the job wins and you lose.

Understand?

I'm expecting that my daughter's in a
wee while.

Keep your eyes peeled, okay?

Hold on.

I used to wait at the end of the street
for the kid in the basement.

Two or three times I've seen them
together.

I'm sure it's him.

Okay, wait here.

Hey!

Hold on!

This time you are going to help me.

Hey, for God's sake, I'm trying to find
out how a friend of yours got himself

killed. Killed?

Trapped in a fire.

And I want to find the man responsible
for him being there.

Terry Wilson?

No. Doesn't mean anything to me.

Maybe you knew him by his street name.

Mungo.

We've got a witness that saw you talking
to him at the drop -in centre.

Oh, look, I go in there twice a week.

I mean, I talk to other homeless kids.

I don't really mean I know them.

Mr Fraser's asking the questions.

Twice a week?

Must be a great way of meeting young
guys.

You saying I'm gay?

Just making an observation.

Vulnerable kids, totally unsure of
anything.

So you make friends with them. Tell them
your life story.

Get their confidence.

Offer them a nice warm basement to
shelter in.

But then they've got to do their wee bit
for you, eh?

That's total bloody nonsense.

Excuse me.

But I think those test results might be
ready.

And you might want to call your
solicitor.

Forensics lab, please.

All right.

All right.

It's not what you're thinking.

I mean, there's nothing wrong with me.
I'm no one of them.

OK.

Let's hear it, then.

The boy had the flu.

He needed somewhere to go, somewhere to
sleep at half. I mean, I had to help

him. 20 years ago, that was me, living
rough, near future.

Look at me now.

Well, if it's all so innocent, why
didn't you just tell us that straight

Because the insurance company would have
jumped on that.

They would have argued it was a breach
of the policy on the building. I

have got a bloody penny with them.

Ruined, just for trying to help
somebody.

Does that seem fair to you?

He's got a point, hasn't he?

Well, my old sergeant also said you
don't always get the result you expect.

You want a coffee?

All right.

What are you taking?

Same as you, sir.

Oh, aye, and, er... What other wee
treat?

Now you get to tell the dead boy's
parents.

Thanks for letting us know.

Don't mention it.

If there's anything else, just give us a
call.

This is the man I mentioned.

Mr O 'Rourke.

He was the last one to see Terry alive.

He's been a big help to us.

Please come in, Mr O 'Rourke.

Maureen, I know this is difficult for
you, but was Andy spending time with

anyone in particular recently?

You know, a new friend or an old one? I
can't think of anyone.

Not apart from the daughter of that man
he used to work with.

She rang a couple of times.

Sandra somebody.

Sandra Coyle? Yeah, that's right.

Wait a minute, there was someone else.

Andy said he met a man he used to work
with.

Graham Harper, I think his name was.

That name's come up before.

Coyle mentioned him to me. He's another
explosive man.

He was sacked for complaining about
health and safety violations just before

they were all made redundant.

You mean he lost his redundancy money?

Ross.

Where and when?

Right.

That was Burke. We've got a location for
the handover, but we've got an hour to

set it up.

Handover? What's going on?

We're setting a trap for your husband's
killer.

Okay, everyone hold those positions.

Harrison's been in touch.

They found the device in Dewar's
factory.

Well, we're all set here.

Five minutes to go.

In position.

All right, got that.

You know she's on the verge of packing
it all in with a big push from Robbie.

She's got to be talked out of it.

If she's as good as you keep telling me,
Robbie, she'll decide for herself

what's best.

Wouldn't have been courage, but it
wouldn't have hurt.

Two -way street and all that, you know?
Come on.

Tell me about that now.

You're in position now.

Target in sight.

Drop the bag. Drop it!

There we are!

Can we do it?

Quick!

It's okay, it's okay. I've still got the
bag and the money.

You think it's deliberate?

You think I've tried it?

Where did the decoys come from?

The nearest pubs, they were told it was
a student charity stunt.

Hiya, Marguerite.

Fix it.

So we've got a description of the man
who gave him the bag?

No. They were all told someone set up
some drink and the word just went round.

Right, gather round.

It's back to basics time.

Let's take it to the top. Stuart, you
kick off.

OK. Andy Wishart knows how to make
bombs.

So he and the taxman set up an extortion
racket.

Right, give us your money or we'll burn
your house down.

But Rourke doesn't fit the pattern. They
don't threaten him. Because it was Andy

on his own, hired by Scott Dewar. Which
Dewar still hasn't called. Don't forget

that. OK, so back to the man with the
bombs.

Now, he does this wee job on the side.

Who's next?

Taxman discovers what's happened.

He's really pissed off.

Could ruin his game if the factory job
sets up on Andy's trail.

So there's an argument, maybe a fight.

Anyhow, Andy winds up dead, dumped in
the river.

Right, so now our exorcist is not just a
killer, but he's out on his own.

What does he do?

Jackie, it's Brian.

Tell him I'm busy. I'll call him back.

She'll call you back.

Sorry, sir.

He decides to carry on himself.

Uses up the rest of the bones.

Right. And the only thing we know for
sure is that he and Andy were in

So he is somewhere in Andy's life over
the past couple of months.

Alexandra Coyle?

That's what Maureen Wishart said, wasn't
it?

Sandra called Andy a couple of times.

She's got a boyfriend she lies to her
father about.

It's worth a try.

Good point.

It's a long shot, but give it a go.

Right, next.

How did the taxman know that we were
waiting for him today?

He must have been watching Dewar and saw
him with us.

But he still goes ahead with a handover.

So that shows you what he thinks of us.

Unless he's got some other problem
that's making him take even bigger

And listen.

If he'd under pressure and still got
three bombs left, we could be talking a

of dead bodies here.

So how did he choose his targets?

And how did he get access?

Andy had a day job.

He couldn't have planted the bomb.

What was the other name you got for
Maureen Wisher?

It was, er, Graham.

Graham something.

Graham Harper.

That's it. What do we know about him?

Graham Harper?

Yeah. Do you want to come with us?

If you're touching anything, Mr Harper,
why didn't you try and get away from it?

Why did you send your boys round the
back?

Because you've got form.

As a political activist, yeah.

But not as a criminal.

Look, you told my office you were the
police.

But anybody could say that.

For all I knew, you could have been...
Look,

I owe some guys money, right?

A lot of money. A few grand.

Okay, more than a few.

Whoever you are at four o 'clock this
afternoon.

What?

I don't know. I was in the van
somewhere.

I stopped off for a while to catch up
with some paperwork.

Why? What is it you do in your job?

Same as you.

I enforce the law.

Only I'm defending the rights of
ordinary workers and health and safety

Aha. And what happens if you find out
the law's been broken?

Depends on the situation.

But I can close places down if I think
it's necessary.

The management must be really pleased to
see you turn up in the doorstep.

If they treat their workers right,
they've got nothing to fear.

And if they treat them wrong?

I help them to see the error of their
ways.

I remember you now.

You were at a Rourke's factory the
morning after it burned down.

Yeah. It's partly my job to do safety
assessments.

So what?

Look, Andy wasn't my favourite co
-worker.

But I'm sorry to hear that he's dead.

The only reason I got in touch with him
was because I'm taking the Hamiltons to

an industrial tribunal.

For the redundancy that they owe me.

I needed Andy to give me a statement.

What did he say?

He said I was free to waste my time, but
no his.

Typical bloody Andy.

I'll tell you one way to get those bombs
in and out.

You're an official council business and
you carry a clipboard.

Like Graham Harper.

Sworn enemy of fat cat businessmen.

Matt, this is Captain Morris. He
dismantled the device we found at

factory and I thought you ought to know
what you were up against. Thanks for

coming. No problem.

OK.

Here it is.

There's a tremor device built into it,
which means that if it's moved with any

degree of force, it goes off.

But beyond that, it's not too
complicated.

Don't you have a home to go to?

Andy Wishaw was found dead last night.

What happened?

He was murdered.

We think the killer was someone he was
working with, running an extortion

racket.

You, er... You didn't happen to put
anyone in touch with Andy recently?

Someone looking for an explosives
expert?

Me?

What makes you think I'd have anything
to do with this?

Because your daughter was on the phone
to Andy a couple of weeks ago.

Twice. No, me.

No, come on, Sandra.

Mrs Wishart remembered you.

And we've checked the calls we made from
here.

Has it got something to do with that guy
you don't want your father to know

about? Is that wee bastard Chetham
involved in this? What if I told you

staying away from him? He's nothing but
me, the gutter trash! And I don't care

what you tell me, because you know
something.

It isn't me you're worried about, it's
yourself.

Christ, you put on that big macho front
about being in a wheelchair, but

underneath you're shit -scared I'm going
to move in with Gary and leave you to

fend for yourself.

Yeah.

Gary wanted to meet someone in the same
line of work as Dad.

So I phoned Andy with it.

Why did Gary want a meeting?

He didn't say.

Where will he be now?

Look, I'm his girlfriend, not his
keeper.

It's all right, Sergeant.

I can help you there.

I don't know MD called Wishart.

You're a bit young for Alzheimer's,
aren't you?

Say what you like. I'm keeping stoon.

And who the hell are you?

The Prince of Darkness.

Listen, I haven't done anything.

Well, Andy Wishart's been involved in
some heavy -duty crime recently.

And we kind of fancy you as his partner.

Which means you also probably murdered
Andy and threw his body in the river.

And if you add in the 50 grand you
picked up this afternoon, do you know

long you're going to be doing in jail
for that lot?

Your probation officer hasn't been born
yet.

See, there's this guy I know.

When your mother's insured for more than
it's worth in a trade -in, he can help

it. Do you know what I mean?

Well... He needed somebody to help make
it look as if the cars caught fire

accidentally. And I thought Andy could
help.

That's why I asked Sandra to get in
contact with him.

And how did you know about Andy?

Sandra remembered her dad talking about
him.

Said he was always looking to make money
on the side.

And was he interested in what you had to
say?

Nah. He laughed in my face.

Said he was lined up to get five grand
for a couple of hours' work.

A factory job.

Did he say who was paying?

Some guy who lost out on contracts to
make clothes.

Andy said he was a right wanker.

Mind you, he was a right pain in the
arse himself.

You know the type.

Thinks he's a mastermind and the rest of
us are morons.

Gary, we need this in our statement.

Are you kidding?

No way.

I can squeeze harder if you like, son.

OK, Mr Dew, you've read Gary Chisholm's
statement. Is there anything you want to

say before you're charged?

I don't care.

I just went too far.

Look,

I swear, nobody was meant to get harmed.

I told Andy I just wanted that place put
out of commission.

That's what I said to him, put the place
out of commission, but nobody had to

get harmed.

That's what I told him.

That's what I said.

That's the way it was.

That was well done.

You know, it's still possible he had
Andy Wishart killed.

He could be confessing to one crime to
cover up another.

That's why I want him held in custody
for a while.

My money's still in this taxman
carriage.

Oh, bloody hell!

How did the press get hold of this lot?

When did you ever know of a station that
didn't leak like a hoof?

Good morning, sir. Can I help you?

Look, how long am I going to have to
wait? Surely this is important to you.

Sorry, hold on a sec.

Sorry, but there's a lot of cold coming
in just now.

Inspector Ross.

Yeah?

Sorry about that. What's the problem?

My name's Can.

And I've had a telephone call from your
friend, the taxman.

He wanted £40 ,000.

So you just kept quiet and paid up?

You should have come straight to Arthur.
We would have protected you.

You think so?

He said he'd made some arrangements.

That if he ended up in your hands, we'd
all suffer for it.

There's got to be some link between this
man's bitterness and Dewar's place.

Get sure over here in the details.

Hold on.

Sarge, could you maybe deal with this?
There's someone complaining about a hoax

call from the taxman and the DCI's busy.

A hoax?

Third one so far. It's all over the
place.

Didn't you hear the jokes on the radio
this morning?

Good morning, DS Reid.

Get after Graham Harper again.

Find out where he was the day this guy
got the call.

Who's your main supply?

Over there.

Now you wish it was a hoax.

When are you due to pay over the money?

When were we, you mean?

Get a hold of the caretaker. Tell him I
need a tool kit, plus a torch, fire

blankets and an extinguisher.

You've got to be kidding.

If the taxman expected to get paid 20
minutes ago, the slot could blow any

God knows how long it's going to take
the bomb squad to get here.

I'll get Morris to talk me through it
with my phone.

Move!

We're all set.

It's OK.

I'll stay.

There's no need.

You've got your hands full as it is.

Separate them before you cut them.

Take my shirt off.

The Bruce Willis looks a hell of a lot
better in a summit than I do.

Oof.

Here's an image I could have lived
without.

Right.

Tell Captain Morris that the wire's
untangled. What next?

Cut the red and the blue.

Blue wire?

Blue wire?

There's no blue wire there. There's just
red and black and brown.

He says you have to get the hell out.

If you cut the wrong wire, it could
blow.

The bomb's disarmed.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Thank you.

Paul.

There isn't any joke I'd love without.

I can't believe you'd say that.

Aye,

all right, all right, all right. I'm
sure you know I've done the same.

There's still a couple of bombs out
there somewhere. You might well get your

chance.

So, uh, how's it looking?

We're getting there, sir.

Okay, well, between Dewar's factory,
Cannes Place and the call centre, I

we've got a chance.

We can forget about Graham Harper. He
was abroad on holiday when Mr Khan paid

off. OK, let's see.

We've all got the same bank, but
different branches.

Stuart, go back up.

There's something...

What the hell did you think you were
doing?

You could have been killed.

Oh, Brian, take it easy.

You didn't need to jump on the first
plane.

Take it easy?

For God's sake, Jackie, every time I
phone, you're either busy or your

switched off.

And then when I try one more time, they
tell me you're trying to defuse a bomb.

But I am supposed to take it easy
because that's all in a day's work for

No, of course it isn't. Damn right it's
not.

And that's why I want you out of the
front line. And I'm going to fix that as

now. Hold on.

You're not going to fix anything.

I'm the one who decides that, not you.

OK.

Maybe now's not the right time.

But the issue won't go away, Jackie.

Sooner or later, you will have to make a
choice.

Yeah.

Well, right now, I've got work to do.

Let's check the other services.

Is there some kind of problem?

Nothing that can't wait.

Do you know how I said to you this
morning about it being payroll day?

I want to go back and speak to Maureen.

I'll call back and speak to him myself.

Thanks for your help anyway.

Bye.

Sorry to keep you. There's just so much
to arrange.

That's OK.

How are you coping?

Not bad, I suppose.

I don't think it's really sunk in yet.

Anyway, you any nearer to catching him?

Yeah. I think we're nearly there.

We know the companies he's been
targeting and we've set up a computer

That'll give us the common factors.

Actually, that was one of the reasons I
popped in.

Do you happen to bring your work home
with you?

Sometimes. Why?

Would you leave it lying around?

Say, for Andy to see.

I might. in trouble?

No.

No, it's just that these businesses are
customers of your bank.

And I started to wonder if that's how
the taxman knew they'd have the money

ready to pay out. You know, payroll
deliveries or something like that.

That's one of your jobs at the bank,
isn't it?

Oh, no.

Oh, look, it's okay. No one's going to
blame you if that information was used

Andy.

But it wasn't Andy who asked about it.

Wait there.

Three targets, one thing in common.

Water coolers. All supplied by the same
company with deliveries three times a

week.

Get the name of that driver and I'll bet
you he'll get the tax man.

Derek must have left this last night.

That's his delivery schedule.

And Derek was the one who asked about
the payroll deliveries.

Not Andy.

I remember I had the printout on the
table over there.

This was weeks and weeks ago. We started
talking about it.

I explained it all.

God, how could I be so stupid?

Yeah, we're already on it. Stuart found
the link.

What have you got?

He circled Dewar's place and the call
centre.

Yeah.

What?

Yeah, I'll, er...

I'll stay here.

OK, bye.

They were already on to it, that
computer analysis.

Derek would just be following Andy's
orders.

That was always the way of it, right
from when I first knew them.

Oh, my God.

Are you saying Derek killed his own
brother?

Boss, that's him gone. You can move in
now.

That probably makes sense to get the
guys trying to cut my hoses through the

back just to be in the safe place.

I'm going to run that then out.

Aye,

Robbie.

Aye.

No, no, nothing yet.

Okay, I've had it confirmed.

It's one down, one to go.

Where's his next delivery?

Office is at the top of Maryhill Road.

He's not going there.

Just keep after him, Stu.

Drive round them.

Come on, man, go forward.

OK,

I'll call you back.

Maureen, we've lost Derek.

Have you got any idea where he might go?

Where? You've got to promise me
something first.

You'll let me speak to him.

What about?

I don't want him to come to any harm.

And he'll listen to me.

I can get him to give himself up.

Jackie, he did it for me.

It's all my fault.

Please give me a chance to make up for
it.

Please.

Okay. It's a deal.

The place I first met him and Andy.

The boatyard.

It's where he goes to get away from
everything.

Just let me get my jacket.

It's Maureen.

I'm here at the boatyard.

You've got to give yourself up to the
police.

I want you to do it for me.

Please.

They've promised me you won't come to
any harm.

Maureen, what's a sergeant doing here?

There's not just her. There's lots of
police here.

I told them you'd be here.

Maureen, what are you playing at?

It was bad enough losing Andy.

I really couldn't stand it if you were
to do anything silly.

Come on, Maureen, I thought... Look, I
know you killed Andy.

But I told the police.

I'm sure you didn't mean to.

Right, look, Maureen.

Just answer yes or no. Have they made
some kind of deal with you? No.

Is it the bank? Do they know about the
bank?

I'm telling you, boss, we should have a
trained negotiator doing this.

Why? You think Jackie's no up to it?

Derek, if you really care for me, you
won't talk like that.

I've told them.

I'm sure Andy made you do it.

He sounds off his head.

How's he can't face the idea of going to
prison?

Maureen, I'd like to speak to him.

I want to ask him something.

Derek, if you give yourself up now, I'll
be waiting for you when you come out.

I know how you feel about me.

And that's a solemn promise.

Derek, no!

Are you alright?

Can someone check if Derek made all
these deliveries yesterday?

Sure, why?

These are good.

I'm sorry, Jackie.

I thought I could do it. I really did.

You warned him, didn't you?

You told Derek that we were setting a
trap.

We thought he must have seen us with
Dewar.

But if he was working all day... Jackie,
I don't know what you're talking about.

You were the only other person that
knew.

Because I told you myself.

I said we're setting a trap for the man
who killed Andy.

Come on.

This is stupid.

Oh, well, I've been stupid anyway.

But you've been so clever.

Stringing me along from the start.

Knowing just how to play me.

You must be cracking up or something,
Jackie.

It's not the first time you've lost it,
is it?

These guys know about that?

The friend of yours who died, or whoever
he was?

We're on the right track here.

She was in it from the start.

It was probably her idea.

The good little wife.

So nice and meek.

But actually, you're always just pushing
your husband to get that wee bit more.

First you get Andy involved, and then
poor, lovesick Derek.

You need to do something about how she's
talking nonsense.

Oh, my experience.

We checked.

You're right.

Derek was busy all day yesterday.

So did you kill Andy?

Did you lose it when you discovered that
he'd done a job on the side for Scott

Dewar? This is ridiculous.

What are you looking at me like that
for?

Because I've just realised.

That's it.

Daddy didn't blow himself up.

She did it for him.

I don't know if we can get her in
anything else, but we sure as hell can

in a murder that was committed in front
of us.

That was good work, Jackie.

When did you catch on?

That's the problem, sir.

Not until it was too late.

I can't believe I was taken in like
that.

You were right.

My mind was somewhere else.

Listen, if it wasn't for you, she'd have
walked away from us.

This job isn't an exact science.

We can all make mistakes about people.