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Now, I promised before that I'd not lie to you. And I intend to keep that

promise.

No one owes us a living.

The facts are there.

Increased productivity, matched foreign yards are except the inevitable.

The order goes abroad and we die.

Yeah, can I ask something?

What is it this time, Gray?

If you're on your usual soapbox, I'll give you the same answer I always do.

Safety takes priority over everything else in this yard. No, that's not what I

want this time.

You say you've got a lot to lose, but what if things do go wrong?

That's an option I'm not considering. I know.

Who loses?

Us? You? We all do.

Listen, Michael, if you've a grievance, bring it to the committee.

Committee? Aye, that really helped before, didn't it? Isn't this something

can sort out in your own time?

Now, can I continue?

I'm not finished.

Yes, you have.

Right.

Thank you.

Now, I promised before that I'd not lie to you. No one owes us a living, as I

said earlier.

We have to be the masters of our own destiny.

Doesn't Michael deserve a bit of support?

I'm talking to you. Listen, don't lie to me.

You're back in your uni, tucked up safe and sound. You'll still be here,

grafting in all weathers. Well, that's if Michael hasn't closed the place.

You know, maybe you should stop encouraging him before he gets in too

Ian, have a word.

Why should I help him?

Because you'd be doing something halfway decent for once.

What is it with you and my dad? Does he have some sort of hold on you?

What sort of hold, you hovering man?

Get off limits, do you?

What are you doing down here, then?

Right, Walton, whisk you know what? Hey, easy wee man.

We're on the plane.

Michael!

Well, think about what you said.

I'll get back to you.

Michael, it's not how... Look, I'm trying to get him. I care.

Look, if he's what you want, then you go.

Hello?

Well, I don't want to talk to you.

Of course I want to settle things, but it's not that simple.

Aye, but it's... Alright, where?

I'll be there.

Ten.

Ah, smell that, Robbie.

Takes decades of decay to get just the right pungency.

I thought it was the sewage.

Morning, sir.

What's through here?

Well, this is our novelty.

When it's one of us, we get sorted.

Cart the poor sod off and back to work. There's none of this.

Mr Gavin Logan, union convener.

Apparently, safety in the yard is a bit of a hot potato.

What happens in here?

Mostly unused, sir.

Security found the body. They thought he must have broken in and got caught up

in the machine.

Hi, Matthew.

Right,

well, he was male, mid to late 20s, but even that's more informed guesswork than

anything else.

They found what was left of him down there.

First of all, we thought he must have missed his footing, fallen into the

machine's jaws and triggered it.

And why did you change your mind?

Simple. The usual signs of crushes fixed there aren't present. There's no deep

engorgement to speak of. In layman's terms, he was dead long before the

machinery got to grips with him.

Putrefaction suggests at least ten hours.

So killed last night and then dumped here.

And who was he?

Sir named Wilson, initial I.

Found a pay slip.

Ian Wilson?

Do you know him? Uh -huh.

Arrested him.

Here.

What did you do him for?

Criminal damage.

Years back.

Wilkinson took a claw hammer to her neighbour's car. What sort of feud?

Phil, have order division check. There's no still rumbling on.

Meantime, who's in charge here?

MD's McCabe. Tommy McCabe.

The doctor's just over here, sir. Behind the shed.

I think he's expecting us. Better look out for your little black number, eh?

They're saying it's one of ours after all.

Never mind.

A criminal investigation?

Well, I suppose I should be thankful.

Thankful? Well, at least I won't have the union shouting about corporate

manslaughter.

So how long will your investigation last?

As long as it takes.

Of course.

As I said, Mr McCabe, we have a possible identification of the deceased.

Does the name Wilson mean anything?

Ian Wilson?

Electrician, works here.

Do you know of any friction in the yard involving Mr Wilson?

Look, as long as they do a full day, I have very little to do with the men.

Wilson I met once.

What were the circumstances?

I put him under probation.

Petty theft.

But you kept him on.

Well, obviously.

Look, I really can't... We'll need to talk to your workforce, Mr McCabe.

I hope that's not too inconvenient.

A man's all heart.

I'd be all but apologised if I clipped him up his yard with a cork.

Robbie. Yeah, Division confirmed the feud had died off. Both families left

area. Pity.

Still, at least we've got names to begin on with. First rule, Stuart.

Find out how the victim lived. That'll tell us why he died.

Right, so you and me take this place.

You two get tonight's star prize.

Next to Ken.

Oh, no.

What's he done now?

D. Kerwell?

Aye.

Do you mind if we talk inside?

I'd like to build a picture.

Anything you or your colleagues tell us might be useful.

Like who Ian's mates were, who he didn't get on with.

You know, that sort of thing.

We might have killed him, you mean.

Why not?

Save us a lot of luck.

My office is up there.

Maybe it'd be easier if I fetched someone.

Say your mother.

Don't bother.

Do you not get on?

I've not seen her.

Since when?

Since me and Ian moved in together.

Is she not approved?

How old were you?

Fifteen.

Only she didn't care about that.

All she ever wanted was to get shot at me.

The only one who cared was Bud.

Who's Bud? My brother.

But he'd get really mad about you being older.

Do you think he was worth mentioning?

An older brother who hated Wilson fiddling with his wee sister?

No.

Oh, come old -fashioned, but why is it I see the word motive lit up in fairy

lights? If I didn't mention it, it's because I didn't think it was

I should have ran everything past you for approval.

No, don't take the high ground, Robbie.

The fall's much greater from up there.

For the record, didn't mention Budge because nobody is.

Barlinnie, doing a nine -year stretch.

You tell me how he got out five years early to kill Ian Wilson.

All ears.

Hello, Michael, it's... Hi, it's Michael here. Please leave a message here.

Michael, I need to talk to you before anyone else does.

So please call me, OK?

This is a shipyard.

The place is full of know -it -alls.

No -one's actually come straight out and pointed the finger, Mr Logan.

Nonetheless, it fits.

There have been, what, four, five math layers here.

Yet each time Wilson was safe despite being on probation.

Now that sounds to me like somebody was giving him the kid glove treatment.

I wouldn't know.

Really? You the union man, no ability to spot a boss's lackey. I would have

thought that would have got right up your nose.

If it was that simple, maybe.

You're the one handing out labels.

So correct me.

Men create their own destiny, but not in circumstances of their own choosing.

Marks. Not Groucho, the other one.

Meaning what, exactly?

I'm a pragmatist, Mr Burke.

Ian Wilson was whatever society made him. All right, spare me the red flag,

It'd be my only interest to find out who killed the lad, and I don't believe

that Wilson could have got by here without somebody getting a hum.

Me.

Sir.

Got a name.

Someone that failed to show today.

A Michael Gray.

All we need is for you to identify a few pieces of clothing, okay?

Now, do you remember what Ian was wearing the last time you saw him?

Jeans.

Trailers.

Yeah.

When was that?

Yesterday morning.

What about last night?

Didn't you worry where he was?

He didn't.

Okay, I'll make you patronise him! What's all this?

You okay?

I'm fine.

Don't need patronising.

Is that right?

What's your name here?

Helen. McCain?

Aye. The bossy donkey.

The biggest slut of the world.

My sweetheart, I don't know who you are. Sorry.

Steve the dead boy's partner. But there's something else you should know.

Her brother's got form?

Violent? Yeah, and he's in Barlinnie. We have been through this. No, Robbie, he

won't. Wait a minute, wait a minute. What do you want to tell me what's

happening here?

Badger Kerr will get weekend relief.

Although he never went back. He's still missing.

And he hated Wilson with a vengeance.

And my information was that Budge Carwell wouldn't breathe fresh air for

two years minimum. Don't squirm, Robbie. You'll make the arse of your trousers

all shiny.

So what else haven't you told us?

I knew him and Wilson didn't get on.

I knew Wilson was keen on D. Carwell's...

I just used that information.

How used?

I persuaded Wilson to grass on Budge. Oh, terrific.

As if he hadn't got enough motive. No. There's no way Budge could have found

out. I kept it unofficial. An unregistered grass.

Robbie, all you had to do was beat a confession out of the guy, you'd have a

full house.

Anyway, that can wait.

Jackie, talk us through the gallery.

Michael Gray.

Worked with Wilson. Hasn't been seen since he died.

We're picking up there was some friction between the two, sir. Make it

imperative we find him. Jackie, Robbie, he's yours.

Er, boss, I'd like to go after Budge. You'll do as you're told.

Next, the sifter, Dee. Where are we at with her?

Forensics are at her flat, sir.

Right, keep me posted.

Meantime, surety, we'll see what she's got to say for herself.

Shall we?

So what was the fight with Helen McCabe about?

What do you think?

You know, he knew to tell me about him and her.

Seeing me cry turned him on.

Was that the only way he got his kicks?

Is that why you're no more upset?

He battered me.

Doesn't mean I'm glad he's dead.

And how about Budge?

You tell him how Wilson was treating you.

Maybe you reckon he could sort things.

What did you keep on about my brother for?

I thought he was still in jail. Come on, Dee, he's been out for the best part of

a week.

Don't tell me he hasn't popped in.

He hasn't.

Honest to God.

There's definitely someone in there.

Where are these backing onto?

The canal.

Oh, great. If I stood here, Michael Gray could be halfway to Drum Chapel.

Oh, take it easy, Robbie.

Police. We're looking for Michael Gray.

I'm his father. He's not here.

Can we come in? Why?

What do you want with Michael?

Routine inquiries.

Unless, of course, you've got some reason for not letting us in.

Thank you.

Is this what you do for a living?

Barging into houses.

Accusing folk.

So, when did you last see him?

I asked you what it was you wanted of him.

Just give us an answer, will you?

There's been an incident in the yard.

We want to ask him some questions.

Well, he never had breakfast, I would have heard, but I sleep through there.

Last night at the back of 10, I heard him go upstairs and then straight back

again. Did he say where he was going?

Michael never looked in, did you?

Heard him moving about upstairs and then... Where would he have gone?

I'm the way's keeper.

Was his bed slept in?

How would I know?

I've no got the puff to go up there. Look, are you done here or what? For a

minute, yes. But if Michael does come back, you be sure and tell us, eh?

Oh, I must add, I'll polish my sheriff's badge.

Special.

Hello? Who is this?

Michael, talk to me.

Please.

We're a fool of a figure. I can do you four for the price of three.

I know I'm going to hate myself later with you, but I'll pass, thanks.

Nay buying, nay fondling.

Bud Kerwell.

Nay bringing any bells?

Well, I know he uses the post office for cashing more on his gyros.

Also, he's on walkabout from Berlin. Any idea what he's been up to? Well, you

should have the imagination for that.

What about other creature comforts, like beating the shit out of the scumbag

that was battering his kid?

Well, he was yelling about putting a little creep six feet under.

Just yelling?

That's all I've heard. Gospel.

Right, here.

Say a bit more honestly, will you? See if Bud's actually been true to his word.

Oh, here.

Clean fair, in case you get knocked down.

You think Ian's girlfriend set Thelma on him?

We're just exploring possibilities.

Well, if she did, she got it wrong.

Not that I blame her.

Girls like Dee, they see someone like me working with their men and imagine a

threat.

Someone different, you mean?

No, I'm the same.

It's just privilege allowed me to see above the parapet.

What exactly are you doing at the yard?

A course break from uni.

So what's the truth about you and Ian?

The truth is that nothing happened.

You made it up?

The male ego.

Have you not heard of it?

Look, I wasn't interested in Ian. And how about your father?

Sorry? How did he and Ian get on?

How should I know?

Why didn't you ask him?

Look, I'm cold. Can I get dressed, please?

Just one more thing.

Did Ian have any enemies?

Was there anyone threatening him?

Whose car is that?

What are you doing here?

I'm just asking your daughter some questions.

Is this how you normally conduct interviews?

It's purely routine. Daddy, I'm fine.

You're half -dressed.

You're finished here, son.

Now beat it.

And next time, phone and make an appointment.

Listen to me.

You have nothing to tell them.

Do we understand each other?

Mr Akira Akija, please.

McCabe. He knows who I am.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Good news on Burge Kerwell.

He was picked up in St. Enoch.

He was D &I.

Uniform had him four hours before they realised we wanted him. Get the doc on

him, Jackie. Check we're clear of the interview.

Yes, arranged, sir.

Stuartie, what does McCabe have to say for herself?

Denied anything to do with Wilson.

When asked about enemies, she clammed up.

Yeah, I figured.

I mean, she wouldn't want to say anything, not if she wanted to keep

of things.

Go on.

That's a speculation, but I thought it worthwhile taking another look at

Gray's phone.

Yeah, I've done that, Robbie.

He was arrested.

Anti -nukes protested. Kid stuff.

Yeah, yeah, I know, right, but then I checked the names of the people who were

arrested with him. One of them was Helen McCabe. What if Michael had his eye on

Helen and then heard the rumours about Helen and Wilson?

What, and murdered him out of jealousy?

No doubt it. No, I agree.

But until we know for sure nothing's in, nothing's out, including hearts and

flowers. Jackie, get back over there. Ask the boys further.

Yes, sir.

So what's this, Robbie?

Trying to gain brownie points?

Karen?

No, Sheila.

We got that positive victim ID here.

Well, to help if the cadaver wasn't crushed flat.

Tomorrow. Earlier.

No, I was bringing this.

It's the forensic results from D. Carwell's flat.

Now, I heard you'd arrested the brother.

In which case, you will want that.

Blood traces?

Aye, sure.

Why not?

So you're admitting to the murder of Ian Wilson? No, what I'm saying is, if

you're stuck for somebody to pin it on, go ahead.

Except it wouldn't be murder.

Just killing that little shite would be an act of mercy.

For who?

Your sister?

Aye, her as well, aye.

And loads more.

Just you ask the folk, he intimidated out of houses.

Or graft.

Heroes.

Giving you even more motive to kill him.

Only I didn't.

So where's your alibi?

I was at a drinking club off the Tron Gate.

Can't remember who else was there or who might have seen me. Are you looking for

an argument, pal?

Because if you are, you'll no get one.

I'd save a hundred percent chance of a conviction.

Your memory was so slow. No, and if I had, I'd talked to him. I'd remember.

I'd even buy the video.

All right, budge.

All right, let's say I believe you.

That leaves just one thing.

The traces of the victim's blood found at your sister's flat.

See, somebody went back there after the deed and tried washing the evidence

away. Now, if not you... Who?

Jackie, where are we at with Michael Gray?

I've put out an all -ports warning, sir.

But is he our killer?

Well, it's possible.

I mean, maybe Robbie was right about him being, you know, the jealous type.

Very rarely at home. Maybe he sees Helena the way out.

Well, enough to kill to get what he wanted.

Sir, that was the commercial bank.

Someone's trying to use Wilson's cash card at the Govan Hill brand. They got

nothing. The hole in the wall swallowed it.

So whoever took Wilson's card presumably took it after he was dead, making him

either an accomplice... Or the murderer acting alone.

Aye, well, we can discount Budge, cos he's still here.

Well, there's an easy way to find out who was using it.

These cash machines have got cameras in them. Whoever used the card will be on

tape.

The card was used just after 1448.

It's amazing how many people still use cash to pay their bills. More scandalous

than that, Stuart.

Some of us still wear 1 ,000 feet and inches.

What's that? Stuff we ask the bank for.

It's Wilson's account details.

Come on, Stuart, let's see.

Show us our killer.

She'll just be coming up now.

Well, whoever it is, they're not as stupid as they look.

So where did that leave it?

Jackie?

Michael Gray had something going with Helen.

So did our victim.

Result of friction.

Get down to the yard, see if anybody can put meat on that story, eh? Sure,

you stick with this videotape. Get one of your pals to enhance it, or whatever

the hell it is they do.

Robbie?

Sorry, are we disturbing you?

Eh, no, no, I was just, um... What do you make of this?

Whoever tried to get money out of Wilson's account could have ended up a

man. There's near 30K in there. All paid in over the last two years, all from

the same payee, Furnell.

The bookie.

Yeah, the same, Stuart.

So why would a dodgy, tough accountant be paying that to Wilson?

Well, people do win now and again, you know, Inspector.

Obviously, it's not a habit we like to encourage.

I don't think so, Mr Furnell.

We're talking 12 big wins in the last two years, just under 30 grand.

Even so.

Do you know what?

I've often said, if my punters put the same sweat into a job, we'd have more

millionaires around here than Monte Carlo.

And these punters, do they carry on being lucky?

See, Ian Wilson didn't. He got himself killed.

But then we reckon he never was that lucky.

And these winnings paid in weren't exactly what they were made out to be.

I don't know what you're talking about. And I've known them to be pissed around!

Now, either you help us, or we go through your books to find out who else

laundering money for.

It was nothing criminal.

No. I wonder if the revenue will see you that way.

How much of your business will you have left when they're done with you, do you

think?

All right.

I got given cash.

A wee bit on top.

All I had to do was to pay in cheques to look like winnings. That's better.

Leaving one thing.

Who's the paymaster?

I can't tell you that.

Do you think I want to get a phone call for you boys at three in the morning and

tell me this place is bummed down? Did I say anything about choice?

If you got a call for the revenue, you'll not have a place to burn down.

He's from the shipyard.

McCabe.

Michael?

Is that you, son?

Michael, you there?

We've had the police round.

I thought the gossip was about Mary and not Michael.

Are you denying it's true?

Of course. Michael's just a kid.

Making you vote.

You got arrested together.

I also spoke to his dad.

He said that you two were an item. So how about you stop lying to me, Helen?

You're right. I've not told you the truth.

Michael and I... He just followed me round.

Like a wee puppy.

But there was a thing between Ian and me.

Not how everyone makes out, though.

I'm listening.

He tried it on. I said no.

So why let people think there was more?

What would they do? Let them gossip.

What, there's no harm in it?

Is that how Michael sees it?

Well?

Yeah, you're right, boss.

14 cases of criminal damage, harassment, intimidation. In each one, Wilson was

named as a possible suspect or his description fits, but nothing was ever

proven. And they cross -matched with his bank statements?

Uh -huh. Each payment was made soon after an incident.

11 of the targets were at the yard. The other three had contacts, you know, a

journalist, that sort of thing. All in a position to do McCabe down. Let's see

him talk his way out of this.

Hold on. There's more.

One of the workers Wilton intimidated was Gavin Logan, Mr Karl Marx himself.

And what happened?

Bricked through his window, car trashed. Seems it worked.

Logan refused to cooperate with the police inquiry.

Well, that's his problem. Either way, I think it's high time we had another wee

word with Mr Thomas McCabe.

Sir, could I have a word? Sorry, Jackie, had to wait. Jackie, it's been an

urgent call.

Thanks, June.

Talked about that kind of feed relatives.

Yeah, he's got a wife somewhere.

His son's still missing.

Where did you find Mr Gray?

Halfway up the stairs.

That's strange.

He told me he couldn't get up the stairs.

I wonder what was so important.

You told me before you hardly knew, Wilson.

All right, that wasn't exactly candid.

Oh, let's not be coy, Mr McCabe. It was an outright bloody lie.

You paid Ian Wilson to intimidate anybody that got in your way. I assume

have something to substantiate your allegation. Oh, I will have. Give me

But that's not what I'm here for. The lad's dead, and my guess is his killer

somebody he menaced on your orders, making you responsible.

Utter nonsense.

No, Mr McCabe. We have some names, and we'll be talking to them. Now, we need

fill in the gaps.

Who else wished Wilton harm? Who else did you set him on?

All right.

Strictly off the record, yes, I did use him. I won't deny that.

I'll draw up a list for you.

Hallelujah.

Mr Burke, whatever you might think of me, I do have a child of my own.

I can fully appreciate what Ian's parents are going through.

Any help I can give to catch his killer, I will.

As soon as we get McCabe's list, I want everybody on it interviewed.

Even if we've talked to them before.

Got a minute, sir?

Aye, just a second.

Now, our priority is to find Wilson's killer.

But if anybody cares that this should happen, what McCabe's been up to, we'll

have that as well.

Right. Aye, what is it? You better see this tape.

Okay, my offer.

It was the suspect covering his face that put me onto it.

If he was that clever, he wouldn't use the cash machine near to where he lived.

So he had to get there.

This is from Partick.

Cash machine.

It's the same jacket. The guy with the hood.

Wait a minute.

That's not Michael Gray.

Ian Wilson.

The dead walk.

Well, at the risk of sounding defensive, we never actually said the dead boy was

Wilson. Okay, okay, this is not an exercise in a portion they blame.

The fact is, somebody went to great lengths to make us think the body was

Wilson. Why?

Well, if you're the killer, What better way to cover your tracks?

And Wilson had every reason to want himself assumed dead. He'd budged to

about it.

Right, this is what we're going with.

Wilson and Michael were both after the same girl. There was a rammy.

Wilson came out on top, he killed Michael, dumped the body, and then had

brainwave to kit him out on his own clothes. Getting Budge off his back at

same time.

Visit Mr Greyjack. He'd get a DNA sample.

Right, let's find Wilson.

Why?

Michael never harmed anyone.

We're not sure that it is Michael yet.

That's why we have to compare DNA.

You would be asking if you weren't sure.

I'm sorry.

You heard noises in Michael's room the night of the murder?

You thought it was him only.

Well, it couldn't have been.

Do you think there was any reason that Wilson might have been going through

Michael's things?

Why would he?

I don't know.

The officer said she found you on the stairs.

I thought I heard Michael.

But it was Helen.

I recognised her perfume.

And the night of the murder?

Was that Helen too?

Oh, no.

No, that wasn't her.

That was definitely a man's threat.

What was Helen McCabe doing there?

I don't know, but that's twice someone searched Michael's room. Different

each time.

Looking for what?

Not sure, but you should see his room. It's like a shrine to safety in the

Every accident there's ever been.

Maybe he had a doubt with somebody.

Yeah, but there's something else there.

Oh, Matthew, we have a positive ID.

DNA confirms the victim was definitely Michael.

Right. Thanks, Sheila.

What were you saying?

Just that I found this in Michael's room.

It's a group of people.

Get them printed up.

They'll force them more reason for killing Michael than just Helen. I want

know.

So if it wasn't Wilson, who was the poor sod?

We're not releasing any names.

What we need from you is everything you can tell us about Ian Wilson.

What makes you think I can tell you anything?

Oh, you're right, Mr Logan.

I was forgetting you two were hardly comrades in arms, were you?

Wilson was McCabe's bully boy.

Gave that a go at you.

When I first heard that I had you in the frame as a suspect,

Me? Well, that's when we still thought the victim was Wilson. Thought maybe you

had refused police assistance because you wanted to sort things out your way.

Then you were wrong.

Not entirely, no.

See, there's a reason you put up with Wilson.

Same reason that you and him always managed to hang on to your jobs.

You both knew how to play the game.

How about Michael Gray?

There's always kids like Michael.

To hear him go on, you'd think he was the only one that ever cared about

safety. In other words, you and him should have a common cause.

But what I'm picking up is that you didn't have much time for him. Why,

didn't bear the kid any grudge. Whatever went on was nothing. What was going on?

Michael came to me, making some big play about exposing negligence.

But he couldn't see what that meant. Everybody knows accidents happen, but

sometimes it pays not to shout too loud.

And does that know why you're here? I'm also here to protect jobs.

Walk outside the gates, Mr Burke.

I don't see Glasgow's brave new future in these communities.

I'd rather one man in the hospital than hundreds on the dole.

Very pragmatic.

Aye, it was.

Look, on another day, I might have backed the kid.

But he was raving, going on about how we'd all been sold down the river. Said

he'd proof.

And had he? Of course not.

I think it was more about trying to impress Helen McCabe.

Sir, we have a fighting.

Wilson checked in on the night of the murder under a false name.

Paid cash.

Like I said, he's nobody's fool.

How many guests are in there with him?

Four. A couple and two singles.

But he's contained and there's nothing to say he's armed.

So do we take him?

No.

Nobody's to go near him. Let him run for a while. Why not, boss? Because we're

missing something, Robbie.

Wilson killing Michael was a bit more than just sexual rivalry.

Stick with him.

McCabe. Who are these guys?

I'm not sure.

Right, let's take this step by step.

Michael was fixed on making his mark at the yard. Now, whether that was just to

impress the lovely Helen or whether he actually had got something, I don't

But either way, Logan was keen to shut him up.

If Michael had got something, maybe it was dangerous for Wilson too.

Well, there's one person who can tell us.

You spun DS read a nice wee romantic fiction, didn't you?

Two lads after you.

Michael gets jealous, next thing Wilson's dead.

But that's all it ever was.

Mills and Boone. No, till you said I thought it was Ian that was dead.

I thought Michael must have killed him. That's the truth, I swear.

But not the whole truth.

So why don't you fill in the gaps, starting with what it was you had to

from his room.

Michael was hung up in safety.

And he got something more than just newspaper clippings, was that it?

How should I know?

Don't mess it around, Helen.

Say Michael had got something incriminating, who would that hurt most?

Logan?

Wilson?

Daddy?

Your father was pinning everything on this order.

Did he see Michael as a threat?

You think he set Ian and him to stop Michael shouting about safety?

No. You couldn't be further from the truth. Dad wanted Michael to make a

He was setting him up.

That's why I had to try and protect Michael.

thinking about it.

She knows we've got those photos.

And sooner or later, Miss McCabe's going to tell us what they mean.

So shall we let her see them?

No.

That's to you for a bit.

I'm going to go and have a word with her daddy.

What has my daughter got to do with any of this?

If this is some sort of gambit... No, it's not.

Michael Gray and Ian Wilson fought. We can't be sure exactly why, but given

were both interested in Helen, it seems probable she was the cause.

And has she said as much? In as many words.

Although I don't think she relishes having her private life picked over in

court.

She was naive to get mixed up with a pair of them.

Maybe you should have thought things through a bit better before letting her

loose in the yard.

So when will you be releasing Helen?

As soon as she's made a full statement.

Thanks for telling me. I'm grateful.

All part of the service, Mr McCabe.

You're meant in court.

Does that mean you're confident of catching him? Wilson's running an empty.

We're talking days.

Maybe hours.

Jackie. Good.

Get a hold of Robbie.

Tell him to get back up and stand by.

Is this what you were looking for in Michael's room?

How did you get them?

Did you give them to Michael?

Who are the men with you, Father?

I don't know.

Helen, I think you better start talking.

Michael's dead.

And we both know these photographs have got something to do with it.

I'm in town already, Robbie.

Keep me posted.

Okay, will do.

I checked with the Taxi Fun boss.

He's heading for Central Station.

All right, Robbie. I'm on my way.

Central Station.

Yes,

Jackie. Helen's told us where the photos meet, sir.

Good luck.

Listen, Robbie's followed Wilson to Central Station.

Central? Yeah. Meet me there.

Bring Helen.

Do you think it'll help, sir? Just do it, Jackie.

Robbie, I'm at the station. You fill with him.

I'll get back to you.

He's in a tunnel.

Underneath a station.

I think he's heading for the underground car park.

We're at the top of the stairs now, Robbie.

He's in the middle of the street side of the car park with someone.

What do you expect?

Want me to sit there like a moron and wait for the cops to come round and pick

me up? We need to give it more time. I'll go down there.

You're going down, T.

Where's my money?

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

You want the police known? You wanted Michael killed? We killed him, remember?

That's right.

I wanted nothing to do with him.

If he'd grasped you up about your scam, you'd have ended up in pieces.

I owe it to you that I wasn't.

I knew I could rely on you to clear up my mess.

I'm sorry, Ian.

So he killed Michael out of greed.

He needed to protect his payoff. And the Koreans were paying him to lose the

order. So it seems.

And he ruins his daughter's life as well.

So why?

He had everything going for him.

The McCabe's of this world always want more, Jack.

The problem is it comes at a price.