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There are three points you have to leave
in.

I'm going to leave not three points. I
will leave no points I don't feel are

relevant. Three points you have to make
in order to make people understand.

Listen. I'm not listening to anybody.

What's funny?

Lloyd doesn't take any shit from
anybody.

Not even Miles. Yeah, fine.

At least you can come in the company
car.

No, thank you. I prefer my own company.

Have you got your speech on disk,
Terence? You'll need it for the

I won't be using a teleprompter,
Alistair.

It's all up here.

No more money! No more grief!

No more money!

You nervous, George?

Not at all, Professor Anderson.

I never thought I'd see you share a
confidence platform with Terence Lloyd

again. Like everyone else, I'm simply
interested to hear what he has to say.

I imagine you're more than just
interested.

I'll see you inside.

This is a big day for Wemborne, and
we're not going to let it happen.

Come on!

No more clothing!

No more grief!

No more clothing! No more grief! No more
clothing! No more

grief! No more clothing!

What's security doing?

Get off!

Off!

Get off!

Leave one more finger on me and I'll sue

you, your company and every fat cab
bastard bankrolling this conference.

I've had enough of that.

Alistair, get back in the...

To share with you what can only be
described as a breakthrough.

Yeah, a breakthrough.

Oh, God.

What do you reckon?

Oh, it certainly was a bomb.

Directly under the driver's seat.

Huge amount of heat generated.

I mean, the keys just melted in the
ignition.

Whoever did this... He wasn't going to
let anybody walk away.

Right, since the bomb squad have
finished sweeping the hall, let's put

two groups.

Send one to Lloyd's house, the other to
the Wenborn building.

Looks like we're dealing with a thorough
type here.

Yeah. I want to make sure he hasn't left
any plan B surprises anywhere else.

Right.

Right, timer device, trigger mechanisms,
they explode with themselves.

I need everything you find as soon as
you find it.

Jackie, what have you got for me?

Conference organiser, sir.

Professor Henry Anderson.

Lloyd was one of the leading voices in
Europe.

If not the world.

And what field exactly?

Stem cell research.

He was developing a process to cultivate
healthy cells to replace damaged or

defective ones.

We may have lost a cure for Alzheimer's
or Parkinson's disease today.

Did he use embryos?

That usually gets people fired up.

No.

The demo was more about the funding.

We get our money from multinational
pharmaceutical companies, Chief

Terence Lloyd worked for Wernborn. They
sponsor our conference.

The anti -globalisation lobby don't
approve.

Have there been any other violent
incidents?

Dr North had his car pelted with rotten
fruit, but nothing like... like this.

Is Dr North around at the moment?

Around?

Yes.

He saw the whole thing.

He got through the protesters. He pulled
up and... and then he just... Excuse

me, do you mind if I sit down?

Sure.

Do you need a doctor?

No, no, I'll be fine, thank you. It's
just... I was standing right there.

Did you know Dr Lloyd well?

No, no, we worked in the same field, but
I didn't know him.

Sir?

Thought you'd be a bit quicker off the
mark than this, Cammy. Busy man, Matt.

You know what it's like at Special
Branch. Aye, I do.

I'll tell you what I don't miss about
working there.

Fanatics. Sex, money, ambition. That's
the kind of motives I can get my head

round.

This.

Who'd been keeping tabs on this group?

They've got it in for the
multinationals. But the most extreme

have done is put a brick through a
coffee shop window.

This doesn't seem like their style.

Maybe they've just got more ambitious.

I can't see it.

Then it wouldn't look too good for the
branch if some wee bunch of brown

that you had downed as low risk suddenly
went into the terrorist outrage

business. You think I'm looking at this
and seeing what it suits me to see? Why

don't you just give me everything you've
got in them, and I'll make up my own

mind. The branch won't usually go into
sharing information.

True, but since you and me are old pals,
that'll no be a problem.

Will it?

Don't beg to rot.

I think you should be there.

Yeah, this is D .I. Ross at Terence
Lloyd's house.

Can you see a crime down here?

Need some photographs taken.

Don't talk to me about rules and
regulations. I have my own rules and

regulations. I want to go into my
office.

Right, that's my orders.

Do you know I've been barred from
entering my own building?

And you are?

William Miles, Chief Executive.

Well, once the bomb squad have cleared
the building, I'm sure... When the board

has lost a valuable asset today, I owe
it to the board... To make sure your

European headquarters aren't blown to
buggery.

Do you want to put more of your staff?
Sorry.

assets, life's in jeopardy. No, of
course I don't. Then I suggest we just

here for the all clear, all right?

OK. On you go, Mr Moyles.

I appreciate this must be a difficult
time for you, Mr Grey, but... I'll cope.

No sense feeling sorry for yourself, is
there?

How long had you worked together?

Six years.

Long time.

You got on OK with him, then?

Mostly.

I think sometimes Terence thought of me
as a necessary evil.

My field is bioinformatics.

Pretend I'm a layman who's got no idea
what that means.

I, um, store and study biological data,
the kind of information Terence needed

to kick -start his own research.

So was this a joint project?

God, no, no, this is Terry's baby. I did
some donkey work, but he was the brains

of the operation.

And you never let us forget it?

Sorry, Miss Fisher? I'm just saying,
Terence never let us forget who was

There's always imparting perils of
wisdom.

We're going to miss them now.

Yes.

It must feel as if you've lost a friend
as well as a colleague.

That's correct, Sergeant.

And no one's going to feel any better
until you've brought those maniacs to

book.

Maniacs? I think Mr Moyles was referring
to the protesters from the confidence

centre. You think they... Oh, wake up,
Tara.

Who else hated Terence Lloyd enough to
kill him?

I'll need some help to get this started.

I'm not sure that I can allow that.

Those computers contain highly sensitive
and valuable data.

Mr Moyles, we're conducting an
investigation into the murder of one of

employees. And I am running the research
wing of a multinational drug company.

Access to the PC network is restricted.

And I'll be reminding my staff of the
confidentiality. Closing their contracts

before any interrogations can take
place. I'm sorry?

But I have my shareholders to consider.

Well, you have your priorities and I
have mine.

I'll be back with a warrant, Mr Moyles.

In the meantime, consider this.

Touch anything in here and I'll have you
for tampering with evidence.

Sergeant Reid, get a uniform in here.

I had these two at Lloyd's place
yesterday.

How do you sleep at night?

Talk to his local Nick.

He reported a break -in. That should
give us an idea of how long ago our

interior decorator chum went to work.

Glasgow against globalisation.

We at Special Branch don't think they're
capable of this type of attack.

And there's no record of violence at any
of their other demos.

So we're talking vegetarian
aromatherapists rather than hardcore

Sit -ins in coffee shops and burger
chains.

Ringleaders? They don't go in for
anything as fascistic as leaders, Matt.

But... This guy's definitely the
mouthpiece.

Dylan Ferguson.

He rents a room above a pub twice a
month for meetings.

Now, of all the protesters, he's the guy
that talks the talk.

But I can't see him being your man, to
be honest.

Unless we just get fed up making
speeches.

A little less conversation, a little
more action.

You doubt my professional instincts,
Chief Inspector.

Ask me again when I've used my
instincts.

You got an address for this guy?

Naturally.

Good. Right, you keep it the branch
file, Stuart. See if they've missed

anything.

Robbie, you get stuck into the stuff
from Lloyd's house.

Jackie, we're going to have a chat with
this mouthpiece.

People are dying every day. Why?

Because of money. Because of big
business.

Stay low to multinationals. Stay low to
greed.

I hope that's recycled paper, son.

Very helpful young man at your flat told
us where we'd find you. What were his

exact words again, Sergeant Reed?

Dylan's taken the fight onto the
streets.

It's called political rhetoric.

Pretty inflammatory language, though,
eh?

Well, if you hear it with a policeman's
ears, then yes, I suppose so.

Free the Ontario chemical plant bombers.

Whatever ears you hear it with.

Sounds like you're supporting criminal
acts.

You ever heard the phrase, by any means
necessary?

Malcolm X.

I'm impressed.

I rented the video.

You know, much as I enjoy discussing
activism, I've got stuff to do with

Your group was at the conference centre
yesterday when the bomb went off. Yes.

I was exercising my democratic right to
protest.

I don't like Wemborne or that kind.

What about Terence Lloyd?

The dead guy?

Yeah. The dead guy.

To me, it just means there's one less
parasite in the world.

Don't enjoy yourself too much, pal.

A man's dead and we're going to catch
whoever did it.

By any means necessary.

No break -ins reported, so I guess Lloyd
wasn't too bothered about the graffiti.

How's it going with the special branch
files?

Great.

Good. You won't mind having a crack at
this, then.

It was him with Lloyd's stuff.

What is it?

Some sort of code.

Since it was set by a genius, I thought
another genius might be able to work it

out. Very good, Robbie.

Telly, Stuart, my head is spinning with
all this techno speak.

How's that going, Robbie?

It's like watching the Open University
with a hangover.

Great, stick at it. Any news about the
Warren?

Yeah, they're going to bike it over as
soon as it comes through.

Sir, Lloyd's not the only Wenborn
employee we should be taking a look at.

What have you done?

What the hell have you done?

Kid loves with Tara, Jackie.

If we bring her in, she might clam up.

Well, there's no danger of her boyfriend
doing the same. Very cool.

You guys have really got a bit of a blue
thing going here.

Funny you never mentioned knowing Tara
Fisher when we had a little chat.

You didn't ask.

I'm asking you now.

She came to a couple of meetings.

And you knew who she worked for?

Yeah. So you knew more about Terrence
Lloyd than you let on to?

You know, the dead guy?

Has she mentioned him a couple of times?

Maybe. I suppose for somebody like you,
An impressionable young girl like Tara

could come in handy.

I mean, she could show you how to get
into the Wenburn car park undetected.

Maybe even keep the attendant talking
while you and your pals planted the

It wasn't like that.

What was it like, Dylan?

She came to us.

I mean, she had no time for the company
and she absolutely hated that Lloyd guy.

Enough to kill him?

Ask her.

When was the last time you saw Tara
Fisher?

Today, she turned up at a bar a
-drinking.

And what did she have to say?

Dylan.

Well, she wasn't making any sense.

I mean, she thought I'd done it.

Well, that's not too wild an idea, is
it?

I mean, just five clicks of a mouse away
from your website, there's an anarchist

homepage with a step -by -step guide to
making your own bomb. That's an American

site. Which you support.

Do you know how many deaths
multinationals cause every year?

Now if Tara or whoever decided to make
an example of him, don't expect me to

shed too many tears.

Miss Fisher?

Tara?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

I've got a doctor's appointment.

Oh, I can give you a lift.

No. No, I need the fresh air.

It's only round the corner.

Good. We can walk and talk.

So how long have you worked at Wenborn?

18 months, ever since I graduated.

What made you apply for the job?

They're a major company.

Great first step on the ladder.

And I'd seen Lloyd's lecture a few times
at the uni.

So no reservations then?

No.

Well, then I have to ask, what made you
get involved with an anti -globalisation

group?

A group that specifically targeted
Wenborn?

It's a free country, isn't it?
Everyone's allowed their political

You have to admit, Tara, it does look
like a betrayal of trust.

I was disillusioned.

I thought working in research was this
noble thing, but it's not. It's all

the money.

So you went off to join the protesters?

I just wanted to hear what they had to
say.

I know it looks bad, but I've talked to
Dylan and I don't think he had anything

to do with the bomb.

Look, I've got to go.

I've got... An appointment?

Yes, you said.

We'll be in touch, Tara.

If you did set the device... I didn't.
I'm just saying, if you did, it wouldn't

be the first time you'd resorted to
criminal activity, would it?

I was 18.

I broke into an animal research facility
and set some chimps free.

Now, it's not the same as blowing
someone to smithereens.

It's an ideologically motivated crime.

And then there's the graffiti at Lloyd's
house. How do you sleep at night?

That seems like your style to me.

OK, I'll call for that.

Now, slap my wrist and let me go.

You get more than a slap wrist for
breaking and entering, mate.

There was no breaking involved.

Tara got a key from somewhere.

The whole thing was her idea. She even
told us what to write.

Is that a fact?

Yes.

And she came to the meeting, talked
about the issues, but always came back

Lloyd.

She had it in for him. So you just went
along with her vendetta?

Attractive young women can be very
persuasive, you know.

Not to me, Inspector.

I'm gay.

What do you think?

I think he's on mouth.

I think he's enjoying the attention.

He'll probably make a very successful
politician one day, but, uh, no, I don't

see him as a killer.

He says, I hit her out of the heat with
a shovel, put her in a bin bag, slinging

in the Clyde, and I'm the bad guy.

Oh, thanks, Robbie. I need this.

It's been a long day.

It's not that. It's just that I'm
getting perfectly anxious looking at

wee worried face.

What's got you thinking so hard?

Some sort of code.

Turned up in Lloyd's things.

Trying to work it out with no joy.

Humph.

It's spelled.

T. Lloyd, if you substitute the previous
letter of the alphabet.

You don't have to be Miss Marple to work
that out, son.

Yeah, I know. Get your finger out, eh,
Stuart?

First thing tomorrow, log on to your
bank's website.

Use those letters as a password and see
what you come up with.

You're not having the best of days, are
you, mate? I mean, first the old gay

darn Miss Dillon.

Must need retuning.

I'd better go home and play some Judy
Garland.

Normally does the trick.

What's your story, Robbie?

Ah, nothing on the tapes apart from lab
reports and scientific jargon. What, you

got through a full shift without kicking
someone's door in? That must be a

first. Aye, well, the chief's always on
at me to try the patient, painstaking

approach, so I've spent the last couple
of hours going through the deceased

documents. The payoff, did it?

Aye, big time.

There is one thing I found.

A stub in Lloyd's checkbook made it to a
place called the Hopkins Clinic.

800 quid.

Checking it out in the morning?

Do you not think Jackie would be a
better bet?

I mean, yeah, softly, softly approach.

No, I'm more of the gentle touch.

There you go, Robbie.

Do your good to develop a gentle touch
of your own.

Hang on a word with George North.

What about?

Well, we know Dylan and Tara hate
Wenburn.

Moyles and Greg are devoted to it.

I want to hear what an impartial
observer has to say.

Wenburn are a huge company, one of the
biggest.

And their share price has rocketed in
the last few weeks. Why was that?

People were expecting Dr Lloyd to
announce something special at the

He'd requested to address the delegates.

Moyles had organised a champagne
reception afterwards.

That suggests a breakthrough to a lot of
people. But not to you, necessarily.

Wenburn throw money at their research
wing and it's possible it paid off.

But they'd have to be years ahead of
everyone else.

Everyone, including you.

I work for a much smaller company, Chief
Inspector.

We're not in the same league.

To be honest, I'm not sure I'd want to
be part of an organisation like Wenborn.

Why not?

In a word, pressure.

Millions are invested in research teams.

Hundreds of millions of potential
profits.

It's easy for the science and the
scientists to get lost in all that.

Being first becomes more important than
being right.

Aniston, now the detective sergeant has
her warrant.

Assist her in any way you can.

And keep a record of any files she
accesses.

That'll make it easier to trace any
leaks.

Do you honestly believe we're going to
start selling your secrets to the

bidder, Mr Moyle?

Your integrity may be rock solid, but I
doubt the same can be said for your anti

-hacker security system.

I'll be in my office.

This must be a great place to work.

William has his moments.

There's nowhere else I want to be.

We're going to make history here. Even
without Mr Lloyd?

Oh, great, if we'll miss him, but in the
end, nothing stops progress.

Sound confident?

Well, there might be a very slight
delay, but we'll get there.

Most of this stuff's just jargon, but
I'm happy to translate.

Yeah, well, it's difficult to access his
work -in -progress folder.

Active documents are wiped from the hard
drive and stored on disk.

Security.

Can I see it?

Well, not unless you recovered it from
the car.

Herentz kept his most recent data with
him at all times.

Well, at least I can access his email.

Mr Greg, I'll have to ask you not to
read the screen from now on.

But Mr Moyle said... I'm afraid I
insist.

I will need to see any corporate
documents you want to remove.

Sure.

But this is not corporate.

It's personal.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Yeah, hopefully.

I need some information.

I'm sorry, Inspector.

But the women who visit this clinic rely
on our confidentiality policy.

Right, I see.

Miss Bennett.

Room two, please. Thank you.

Look, I'll be honest with you. I don't
really want to be here.

I know I'm in the way.

If he won't talk to me, I'll have to
come back with a warrant and a whole

of police officers.

Now, we don't want that, do we?

And I'm sure your patients won't want it
either.

I really don't feel able to divulge
information.

The person I'm interested in is dead, so
he doesn't need to rely on your

discretion anymore.

OK. OK. Name?

Dr Terence Lloyd, Central Road in
Hindland.

You wrote out the cheque for £800,
payable to this place?

We never cashed the cheque, Inspector.

Dr Lloyd did arrange an appointment, but
the lady in question cancelled.

Who was the lady in question?

If she didn't turn up, she was never a
patient.

So you don't have to worry about
confidentiality, do you?

Sir.

You've got a I'm -going -to -make -the
-bot -of -the -day look in your face,

sir. I did what you said. I used Lloyd's
password in his bank account.

£320 ,000 paid in the 14th September. It
was three days ago.

Tell me you used your initiative and
found out who by.

Mottram and Radford.

They're a firm of stockbrokers in
Blithewood Street.

320 grand.

Now that's the kind of motive I can get
my teeth in me. Go to the head of the

class. Sir, take a look at these.

No peeking, Stuart, they're X -rated.

Email correspondence between Dr Lloyd
and his beautiful young protege.

If Tara ever gives up science, she could
give Jackie Collins a run for her

money. Bring her in.

Robbie. Where are you off to?

Pick up Tara Fisher.

Well, go easy on her.

She's pregnant with Lloyd's child.

Lloyd made the appointment for a
termination.

Wrote the check out.

She's cancelled.

She's still carrying his baby.

Who stands to inherit more than 300
grand from Daddy.

You really think she killed him?

Ask me again after we've had a wee chat.

Come on.

Interesting correspondence between
yourself and Mr Lloyd.

Starts off on a strictly professional
basis and then gets a little more

and then flirtatious and finally, well,
intimate.

Sexually graphic language used by both
parties.

Don't people have any privacy anymore?

I'm sorry if you're embarrassed.

I'm not.

We had a relationship, yes.

There was an age difference, yes, but
neither of us were married. We had

to be ashamed of.

And yet you kept your relationship a
secret?

Moyles wouldn't have liked it.

And the global scientific community.
Well, you'd be surprised how much gifted

men and women got it.

Is that why Terence ended it?

He was worried about his reputation.

I ended it.

Because of the baby?

There really isn't any privacy anymore.

We look for two things in any murder
investigation, Miss Fisher.

Motive and opportunity.

Now, you worked at the Wenborn building,
giving you ample opportunity to plant

the bomb. And you certainly had plenty
of motive.

Look, we split up. It's not that big a
deal. Pretty acrimonious, though. Him

wanting you to have an abortion. You
must have been angry.

I was.

I mean, look, why would I kill my
child's father?

Lloyd had more than 300 grand in the
bank.

Your baby's heir to that now.

He ploughed all his earnings into the
house.

He didn't have that kind of cash
floating around.

As of this week, he did.

He'd been playing the stock market.

300 ,000?

Keep you in disposable nappies for a wee
while, eh?

Did Terence ever talk to you about
shares?

No.

He's got Wenborn stock. We all have.
It's part of the salary package.

Could that have been the shares that he
sold?

I mean, they've gone through the roof
recently.

Everybody anticipating an announcement.

There wasn't going to be one.

Nothing massive, anyway. In five or six
years, maybe.

But not yet.

Five or six years?

It's a blink of an eye in terms of
medical research.

Then why all the fuss about the
conference?

What was Terence going to say?

I don't know.

If Wenborn really are five years away
from hitting the jackpot, I want to know

what Lloyd's big speech was going to be
about.

You know, maybe he was the one that
started the breakthrough rumour.

Pushed the share price up, then flogged
them before he had to come clean at the

conference.

Let's get out of there.

I hope this isn't going to take too
long. I do have work to do.

Yes, of course.

Can't let the shareholders down, can
you?

Exactly. Especially when you're one of
them.

Most major companies offer stock options
to senior executives, Chief Inspector.

Would it surprise you to learn that
Terence Lloyd sold all of his shares a

days before his death?

I can't think why he'd do that.

The stock will triple in value when the
announcement is made.

You mean F. When?

I don't know what made Terence Lloyd
sell up, but it certainly wasn't a lack

faith in Wenburn's future.

So he was going to stand up at the
conference centre and say that

coming up roses?

Of course he was. What else would he
say? Something a bit more controversial,

maybe.

Controversial enough to get him killed
before he got a chance to say it.

Five or six years?

No, Tara's got it wrong.

We're much closer to the breakthrough
than that.

But how would she not know?

Wasn't she part of the team?

She's a bright girl with a future,
but...

At this stage in her career, she
wouldn't be involved in decision

You saw for yourself how security
-conscious Mr Moyles is.

Well, Tara's not the only one who thinks
you're still some distance from a

breakthrough. I spoke to another
delegate at the conference, a doctor in

George North?

Yeah, well, I wouldn't place too much
stock in anything he says.

Why not?

Well, he's a rival for a start.

At least he liked to think he is.

Plus, he and Terence never got on the...

Worked together years ago, had some sort
of falling out.

North's been licking his wounds in
Canada ever since.

Stuart, deck up all you can on Dr George
North and any dealings he had with

Lloyd. See if there's anything else the
absent -minded professor forgot to tell

us. Yes, sir. Oh, and Sheila called in.
She wants to see you in the lab.

This really is a fascinating combination
of chemicals.

Fascinating? Yeah.

Now, the intensity of the blast made it
extremely difficult, I have to say, but

I have now identified the constituent
elements.

And this is the unusual stuff.

Tetrachloride sulfate B.

Yeah. You ain't going to find that in a
kid's chemistry set.

So where would you find it? Well, highly
specialised suppliers.

Perhaps only a handful in the entire
country.

Well, that could be good news.

Picking something as rare as this could
be our man's slip -up. Yeah.

Or it could be seen as more of a
calculated risk.

I mean, on the downside, yes, it can be
traced, but then the flammability is

such that it's guaranteed to work.

A cupful of this stuff is enough to burn
a man to death in seconds.

Sir, I thought you'd better see this
straight away.

It's from a Science magazine website
dated 1985.

North career in ruins.

Lloyd denounces North at conference.

Well done, sir.

Listen, since you're on a roll, how do
you fancy tracking down some lethal

chemicals for me?

I tell you, man, not a single gram of
tetlachloric sulfate B has left this

building in the past 11 months.

It's company policy.

Keep tabs on the dangerous stuff so I
know.

So what if it was stolen?

Then I'd be on to you guys.

Especially for something like that. It's
lethal, you know.

Yes, we know.

So someone's used it, then. Done some
damage.

It was used in an explosive device, yes.

No, not Dr Lloyd.

I'm not at liberty to say.

I watch the news, you know.

How many bombs go off in Glasgow?

I can't believe it.

Did you know Dr Lloyd then?

He was a customer.

Bit of a pain in the arse at times.

Him and the whole team used to come down
and supervise the mixing of any

compounds they needed.

Is that common?

No.

But you're not going to say no to the
guys from Wenburn, are you?

North lied to her. Simple as that.

Lloyd destroyed him. He was North's
assistant, and he stood up at a

and told every boffin who mattered that
North's research was worthless.

Now, Lloyd's dead, and it's his work
that's worthless.

Eh? I went to the Stock Exchange
website.

Really? Yeah, well, Stuart showed me how
to do it. Anyway, Wenborn stock's

collapsing. The shares that Lloyd sold
are worth next to nothing now. Because

the company's lost its prime asset.

So he made a real killing, then?

But Lloyd couldn't possibly have known
what was going to happen to the share

price. Unless we're dealing with the
most bizarre bloody suicide in history.

New cells.

Entirely healthy.

Entirely self -replicating.

With no danger of rejection.

Perhaps as soon as 12 years from now,
certainly within 20, this procedure

be as commonplace as placing a plaster
on a cut finger.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Conference with carrying on as normal,
then?

Well, it was never a one -man show, and
some of us have come a long way to be

here. That's right. You're both in
Canada now, aren't you?

Been there ever since Terence Lloyd
ruined your career in this country.

I don't know that I'd put it that way.

We had some professional differences of
opinion over the years, and I was never

a fan of Wenbo. Well, corporate issues
aside, Dr North, you denied even knowing

Terence Lloyd.

I was confused.

In shock.

I did witness a man die, after all.

A man that was about to make a speech
that could leave you dead in the water?

Professionally speaking.

A man who worked for a bigger and better
company.

Any more questions?

No.

Not right at this moment in time.

Good.

All yours, Robbie.

OK. The X represents Lloyd's car.

Now, considering the complex chemical
components used in the device itself,

trigger mechanism was extremely
rudimentary, which actually threw me for

while. But I've been working on what was
left of the receiver, and it seems that

that would be useless over anything more
than a 50 -metre radius.

Your murderer... ..is somewhere within
this circle.

And so was every witness and suspect
we've spoken to.

That means we've met the killer.

And let them go.

Two people we know were close enough to
Lloyd's car to detonate the bomb.

And they meet up in the middle of
nowhere. The victim's boss and his

rival cozying up together.

I don't see how that adds up.

Well, they both had something to gain by
Lloyd's death.

Yeah, North I can see, but, I mean, what
good would it do Moyles?

He gets someone a bit easier to boss
around, maybe. Somebody to tow the

line. No, you're not going to get rid of
a genius just because he gets a bit

lippy every now and then.

Unless he's about to leave you, taking
his genius and the research you funded

with him.

Yeah, maybe that speech that everyone
was getting so excited about was going

be his resignation.

I think we need to see Mr Moyles again,
Jackie.

Ask him if he decided to push Lloyd
before he jumped.

You two pay North a visit.

Morning.

Good morning.

I'd like to speak to one of your guests,
Dr George North.

One moment.

I'm afraid he's no longer here. He
checked out this morning. Have you got a

forwarding address?

No. We just assumed it was his home
address in Toronto.

Call the airport. Find out when the next
flight to Canada leaves.

I'll let Bert know the prof's gone
walkabout.

Don't worry yourself, Robbie.

I know exactly where he is.

Really, Chief Inspector, this is
becoming tiresome.

I'm doing my job, sir. Trying to find
Terence Lloyd's killer.

Just as you've done your job in finding
his replacement.

Wenborn has to move on.

And North was his ideal successor?

Basically, yes.

Someone of his experience represents a
safe pair of hands in the short term.

Helps calm stock market jitters.

And you wouldn't want anybody rocking
the boat now, would you?

I don't follow you.

Lloyd was very much his own man.

A maverick.

People like that aren't easy to manage.

Do you think I'd actually want to get
rid of one of my company's most valuable

assets? Not unless you thought he was
about to make a speech to the scientific

community. announcing his resignation.

As far as I was concerned, Terence Lloyd
was going to stand on that platform and

announce progress, which would make him
and me and anyone else with a

substantial number of shares very, very
wealthy.

Do you think I would allow the
occasional personality clash to get in

that?

How are you getting on with your new
boss, then?

I'll cope.

Are you disappointed you didn't get the
job?

I just don't want him to jeopardise
everything we've all worked so hard for.

He's slagged this company off to anyone
who'll listen. Now he expects to stroll

in and change the way we operate.

Just when we're on the verge of
something amazing.

Yeah, well, my DCI has a theory that
things weren't actually going that well.

That Lloyd was going to use the
conference to suggest to people that he

to offers.

Then your DCI is very wrong.

If we had Lloyd's speech, then we'd know
for sure.

I'm afraid his speech died with him.

Alistair, do you have the rest of the
data I requested?

Sorry, Dr North, it's taking a while to
collate everything for you. I'm not

surprised. From what I've seen so far,
the methodology in this lab leaves a lot

to be desired.

Everything you need will be on your desk
this afternoon when we get back from

the conference.

You're going back to the conference?

Well, we're better to officially
announce my appointment and our resource

than I can get down to some real work,
of which there is plenty.

Miss Victor, I wonder if we could have a
word with you in private.

You knew Lloyd better than anybody.

Not really.

Not as well as I thought.

Before Lloyd's death, the company was
put in the champagne and ice.

Now North's in there saying there's a
ton of work to be done, which is what

you've been saying all along.

So who's right?

I don't know.

Just something Terence said about the
future not being as bright as he'd

Tara, is there anything else you think
you can help us with?

What about the speech he was going to
make?

I don't see how that could just
disappear without trace. There's nothing

There's no note at his house.

Did Terence ever take you to a cottage
or a holiday home? No.

Think, Tara. You must know something.

I don't.

There was one thing.

But I doubt... Try me.

He had a place.

A little office.

No phone, no PC.

He used to go there just to think
sometimes.

We went there together once. Do you
remember the address?

It was on Trondgate. I can't remember
the number, but it was above a bank.

We'll find out.

I don't think my talking to you is going
to make me employee of the month.

Get back behind that wheel, Robbie.

Where am I going to?

Trongate. Lloyd kept an office there,
somewhere above a bank.

See if you can locate it and find some
evidence of that bloody speech.

Who are you off to, sir?

Jackie and I are going to find out who
did it.

Simple as that.

Whoever made the bomb needed that ultra
-flammable substance.

We know they didn't buy it, so they're
to steal it. We're going to do the same.

Yes, it's Detective Inspector Ross.

I need to gain access to an office space
in the name of Terence Lloyd.

Oh, very salubrious.

I don't know.

Well, it's not exactly Wembourne, is it?
I can see if someone might come here.

No phone to distract you.

Just peace and quiet.

Sense to think.

Out loud.

This race for the prize has become an
obsession among the global scientific

community.

Furthermore, there's an important piece
of information I need to impart.

So, we get to hear Lloyd's speech after
all.

I told the other cop.

We're very security conscious here,
Chief Inspector. Very. Good.

You got some nasty stuff here. Thank
you.

The really nasty stuff's through there.

Reinforced glass. You need a
sledgehammer to get through it.

Satisfied? Excellent security.

First class.

So you see, whoever did Lloyd in didn't
get their fireworks from in here.

Would you like a cappuccino?

That would be lovely.

I drink far too much of the stuff
myself.

But it's my only vice.

No booze or cigarettes.

Mine is better than any coffee shop, I
can tell you.

Where's your pal?

How much of this tough metal?

That was through yesterday.

Who was the last person from Wenburn in
here?

You'll need this, Dr North. Thank you.

And look, since we're going to be
working together, I suppose you'd better

it George.

George. Excellent.

A united front at the conference.

If you don't mind, I'll take my own car.
I've got some stuff to do later on.

As long as you get there in plenty of
time.

Don't worry.

I'll be right behind you.

Understood.

Bomb squad are standing by the
conference centre.

Robbie, we know who did it. Yeah, so do
we, sir. We found the dictaphone with

his speech.

He's in his own car.

Behind the Jag.

Stuart, we're tailing Greg now. He said
his own car is behind the Wenborn Jag.

Where exactly are you?

East Lawson Street, sir.

Approaching the lights.

Head straight for the conference centre.

We have to keep a distance between the
two cars. We can't trigger the bomb over

50 metres. If we stop the Jag, he'll
blow it.

Thank you, sir.

Shit! Huon, tell Robbie, cut him off,
now!

Sir, who stocks this car?

All squad officers, make yourselves
known to the Wenbon car. The detonator

out of range.

Give it up.

I wanted to warn them.

I found the detonator at Wenborn.

I was trying to... Forget it.

Even if I was stupid enough to believe
you, you've still got Lloyd to answer

for. Terence.

Terence was my mentor.

He was like a father to me. Why would I
want to... Because you were greedy.

You put profit before science.

Wenborn were years away from a
breakthrough and Lloyd knew it.

He was about to denounce you.

After his speech, you'd be ruined.

You don't know that.

No one will ever know what he was going
to say.

Robbie.

Today, I name and shame my junior
partner, Alistair Gregg.

His greed and ambition saw him corrupt
our painstaking research with falsified

data in an attempt to put profit before
science.

Had his scheme gone unnoticed... Switch
it off.

Switch it off, Robbie.

Mr Gregg will hear it often enough
during his trial.

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