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Dad?

Dad, it's me!

What are they, darling?

In exchange for what?

I guarantee you it won't involve a dead body.

See your dress for the occasion?

Just wait till you see me and my baby doll.

I can't wait.

Enjoy your wee lie -in. I think he means good morning.

So, why are we here?

Because if I'd thrown my own hand off, I'd try and call for help.

Any sign of a break -in? There's no wallet. Could have been taken.

Those bruises?

Yeah, a couple of days old. Sure, it's already on, dear. No attempt to stem the

wound? Maybe he passed out with a shock.

No, you wouldn't. It's not if your life depended on it.

Anything you can give me, Gemma. Just start with the... The exit trail?

What are you not telling me?

His name was Billy McCree.

20 years ago, he was the lead witness in the Jim Naismith trial.

Big enemy to make.

Exactly. If Naismith's out, it'll be short of motive.

A woman turned up here late last Friday shouting the odds.

Apparently our man here couldn't get out of the place quick enough.

Bit of a lady's man, then, this Billy.

You got a name? No.

Billy was the boss.

He liked to keep it like that.

I don't know who that was for.

Wife or mistress?

Or the one -armed bandit. Least of his worries now.

Stuart, go on to Barlinnie. Find out if Jim Naismith's been released.

I've no way to talk to the wife.

In your own time, Stuart, you'll make a murder.

Yes, sir.

Wife's called Morag, sir.

She's insisting on Mr Naismith, the murderer.

Aye, I thought she might.

Morag. You've got me.

We don't know Billy was murdered. You do. We both do.

It could have been an accident.

You persuaded him to give evidence.

Persuaded me to talk him into it. It was the right thing.

Someone had been killed.

I've got a man checking. If Nath's miss out, we'll soon know.

This is on your head.

How did Billy get the bruises on his face?

He did it at work.

They were refitting a shop on the south side.

Al slammed the van door too fast, caught Dad's face.

Who's Al?

Works with Dad in the shop fitting.

They're old pals.

Morag, were things well between you two?

What do you mean? I've got to ask, was Billy seeing someone else? What?

I'm sorry, Morag, I need to know.

Jim Nathamir killed my husband.

We don't know that yet. Stop wasting my time.

You just get out there and catch the bastard.

Do you know the people who own this place or something?

No. But I knew if I stood here for long enough, you'd notice me.

Why would that be a good idea?

I want to join the police.

This shows I'm keen. Or mad.

I've heard it helps.

I'm sadly in law.

Can I shadow you? I won't get in the way.

They do open days.

Ask in any station.

It's Robbie. What?

My name's Mary.

Mary Cullen.

Can I contact you when you're less busy, perhaps?

Please?

Should I ask for Robbie?

No.

D .I. Ross to you.

What have you got for me, Gemma?

Something strange.

Those the sons?

No.

These are.

Look at the soul.

That's one of them there.

There's several.

See, the boy back to there, dialed 999, then went outside and threw up. Found

that too. Oh, lovely.

This set's smaller.

Female.

I mean, there's too much blood by the body to tell how close, but I'd say she

was right with him. Before or after death?

It's impossible to say. Still no sign of a struggle?

Mm -mm.

He'd a bump in his head. You'll know more after the PM.

But I'd say he was hit from behind, then grabbed, and then... There's

something else.

Look at the clarity of the prints.

Whoever this was was still.

Maybe watched him die.

And look here.

He lit up a fag.

Looks that way.

Any chance of DNA?

I try, but there's only ash. Jealous husband?

It was a bit hard to tell from just the shoes.

All right, Robbie, let's go back to base.

Gemma? Impossible?

Bye yesterday.

So it was an accident?

Well, we're still investigating.

Did Billy seem troubled to you at all?

No.

Biggest worry was what to get Morag for her birthday.

Do they were still close?

Oh, aye. Sounded as a couple, I know.

She must be in bits.

Look, I'm sorry, I have to ask you. Is Billy seeing someone else?

Does Morag know?

I'm not sure.

According to her, me and Billy are joined at the hip.

Truth is, I was his alibi.

He's been having that way for years.

So do you know who she is?

Didn't want to know. I like Morag too much.

Yeah, OK.

So tell me about the accident.

What accident?

The breathing on his face.

Turned up at work Tuesday morning with his head mashed.

Wondered about it all day. Never was very brave.

So this didn't happen at work?

No.

Morag must be devastated.

How'd you get away with hair like that?

I've been undercover.

What has?

August 1983, Buchanan's shopping centre.

Naismith gang hit the security van.

This guy tried to stop them.

A have -a -go hero.

Otherwise known as an idiot.

He'd been out shopping with his wife. She was seven months pregnant.

He saw the heist and got piled in.

Naismith got stuck in with a baseball bat, battered the man to death.

So McCree gave evidence against him? The fact that the dead man's wife was

pregnant convinced him.

Billy always was a bit soft -hearted.

This guy Mosby, he's still at it, isn't he?

Got off one of those building society jobs last year.

So the big question of the day, sure, is Jim Naismith out and taking revenge.

I'll chase it up, sir.

And is our man Mosby next in line?

Billy lied about the bruises.

Why? Oh, don't know yet.

Anyone for a coffee?

Naismith's out, sir.

He got released two weeks ago.

Why am I not surprised?

Andy's been out in work experience for six months.

Out of Florida.

Get your coat back on, Jackie. This we have to see. You two, find the metro.

Yeah, all right.

A murderer and a penny.

Isn't rehabilitation wonderful?

I'm working.

So am I.

Bird of Paradise.

Real name, Strelitzia.

Named after the wife of George III.

Do you know, it's a wonderful love story.

They were never apart for more than one hour.

Beautiful.

You must have been awful bored inside, Nathan.

I didn't kill Billy McQueen.

How do you know he was dead?

Arranged any roses this morning?

So what are you after? A signed confession?

Or a wee bunch of flowers?

Jim? Police.

They've been frightening the customers.

DPI Buck. This is DS Reid. This is... Martin.

Anna Martin.

Are you the owner? Yes.

He's just trying to do an honest day's work.

Then he won't mind if I ask him where he was between 9 and 10am this morning.

It's alright, Jim.

Like me.

He left here at 8 .45 on two deliveries.

He was back here by 10 .15.

One in Shettleston, the other way over in Drumchapel. He did well in the time.

Do you mind if I have a look?

And the folk you deliver to will back this up, will they?

People don't forget flowers being delivered.

They're special.

When was the last time somebody sent you for her, Mr Burke?

Thanks for that.

He said you'd come.

I thought he was just being paranoid.

We're just doing our job.

Jim's earned his fresh start.

If I see you in here again, I'll be straight on to your superiors. Thank you

your time.

Both of you.

He could have paid someone to murder Billy.

He could have done that 20 years ago.

Now, if he's involved, he did it himself.

We'd better warn Mr Mosby.

Anything?

Billy McCree's phone records.

They're checking out a couple of numbers he only called from his mobile.

Bookie's bitten aside.

Would you bet? Robbie, not everyone's a gambling womaniser. Only from his

mobile. Trust me.

First one, bookies?

Yeah, thanks.

Second one's a Sadie Grierson, flat and yoker.

Shall I try the neighbours?

Hold on a wee minute.

No way.

Come on, Stuart.

You're smaller than me. It's illegal.

I'm securing the property.

We're doing them a favour.

Come on.

Come on, get a move on.

What are you doing in there?

Baking a cake?

I landed in the cat litter.

This must be her with Billy McCree.

Not married, then?

Not unless her husband gets off on pictures of her and her lover.

She still might have a jealous ex.

Yeah, you check the rest.

Looks like we've been spotted.

It's all right, Arnie.

It's only an old friend.

Isn't that right, Mr Burke?

Naismith was always going to get Billy.

You knew that, and I knew.

And let's face it, Billy knew.

Can we shut him up?

Arnie, slap!

He knows better than to argue.

You could be next.

You got yourself out of prison, you left Naismith in there.

I seem to remember you were very grateful at the time. Naismith wasn't.

At the very least, he might want his business back.

And what business would that be?

We don't want a tough war in our patch, Mosby.

One death's enough.

Naismith won't bother me.

What, he knows you're the boss, does he? No, yeah, but he will.

Meaning? Meaning you've got nothing to worry about, Mr Burke.

Blood.

And?

Okay, let's get some help down here. Get these bagged up and off to the lab.

I'll keep an eye out.

She could be back any time.

Not today, she won't.

It's Eddie Grierson.

I'm sorry.

I should have told someone.

I've changed my mind.

We're not from the clinic, really.

Do you hear us?

This is D .C. Fraser.

We need to talk to you about Billy.

Boss, it's Robbie.

I think we've found our killer.

So, you walked into the store, found Billy lying there dead, took his wallet,

walked out.

Yes. And do you expect us to believe that?

Why did you take the wallet, Sadie?

Why don't you believe me?

Why did you take the wallet?

All I've got are a few pictures.

I gave it to him.

That's all.

Did you kill Billy, Sadie?

No. You were at the scene. You had a motive.

What motive?

You're pregnant and he rejected you. That is a motive. Did you go back angry?

Had you been sorting it up?

No.

I got the appointment for the abortion.

I went to tell him. But it didn't change his mind, did it? You thought it would,

but it didn't.

Billy was already dead.

Did you see the rose, Sadie?

The rose for his wife, is that what pushed you over the edge?

No. But you did see it, didn't you?

Yes.

But he was already dead.

He was already dead.

And this was definitely the man who delivered the flowers?

Aye. He didn't laugh at me.

I nearly binned the flowers.

Peace offering from my boyfriend on a bender for three days.

Have you forgiven him yet?

No way.

He's not suffered nearly enough.

And you're sure about the time?

Aye, five to ten.

He only just caught me. I was off to my slimming club.

He seemed nice.

What's he done?

Ach, most of police work's elimination.

Thank you, Miss Telford.

You've been very helpful.

Wait here.

She wouldn't take no for an answer.

Stuart, you're a police officer.

You're supposed to be forceful.

She brought this.

A reference from our tutor.

She seems very committed.

You're nothing if not persistent.

Please, you won't know I'm here.

Stuart, show Miss Cullen around.

You're a star.

Why me?

Look on it as assertiveness training.

Anything? Yeah.

Sadie's an only child.

No family, luckily.

Lived her life for Billy.

Kind of fits.

Still doesn't explain the male footprint.

Well, Naismith's alibi checks out. Two deliveries, one at 9 .30, one at 9 .55.

All right, Jackie, get back out there.

Get to the bottom of those bruises in Billy's face.

Whoever killed Billy McCree would have been drenched in blood, splattered from

head to toe.

Unless they covered themselves.

Sure, but the markings on Sadie's clothes tell a different story.

See, there's only blood where she's made contact with the body.

Look.

I get in close, and where I touch, I'm covered in blood.

But here, no blood.

Not a spot.

So if Sadie had cut Billy's hand off, she'd have been sprayed all over.

So who... I don't know.

That's... Our job. Mm -hm. Yeah.

Good news.

Get in the clear.

Come on, Sadie.

I'll get better.

I'm carrying his child.

When you walked in and found him, I don't think, Sadie, you see anyone.

No.

I was wound up.

I'd got it all worked out.

We're going to tell him.

I'd do as he wanted.

Have the abortion.

Can I keep his wallet?

I'd like some.

No, I'm sorry.

It's evidence.

Well, let's get you out of here.

You take a statement.

I'll get you a lift home, OK?

Shame.

Billy was a good customer.

You didn't like him, then?

I didn't say that.

Who killed him? Who said he'd been killed?

Had he been in any bother of late?

Only the other night.

I bet his lads already told you about that, though. Yeah, well, why don't you

tell me?

Monday night, him and Ryan were sat having a pint.

Nice to see that, don't you think? Father and son drinking together.

What happened, Mr Skeen?

Some bloke came in, dragged Billy outside.

Didn't try and stop him?

First rule of being a landlord, darling.

Don't get involved.

So could you describe this man?

Second rule of being a landlord?

Yeah, I can go.

Come on, out you get.

I've done nothing.

Out.

Whoa!

Do you think it's Blaine?

Scum deserves it. No, no one deserves this, Ryan.

Is this about your father?

Look, we can stay here all day for all I care.

I'm going to get him.

You can take that and I'll still get him. No, right now you're going to the

barrel. For illegal possession of a firearm.

Is this about the guy in the pub?

The guy who beat up your dad?

He just wouldn't leave Dad alone.

Just wouldn't let him go.

Who are you talking about?

Is it Naismith?

No.

Mum's got it all wrong. It's no him.

Who then?

Look, Ryan, this is not the answer.

Let her get him for you.

Mosby.

Neil Mosby. That's who killed my dad.

Dad had had enough.

He told Mosby he wanted out.

He didn't have any choice.

Mosby said he'd hurt my mum if Dad didn't work for him.

Mosby's planning another job.

This time he wanted me in on it too.

And your dad objected? Got a kicking for it.

Oh,

poor kid.

That poor kid had a shotgun.

Like father, like son.

No wonder Mosby was so laid back.

He's hardly the next victim, is he? He will be when I get my hands on him.

OK.

Neil Mosby is our number one suspect.

Want me to bring him in? I think I'd like that pleasure.

Who's that?

That's a law student just finishing her tour.

OK. You two with me.

Stuart?

See you.

That was brilliant.

Stuart's really nice, isn't he?

Yeah, mostly.

So, have you caught the killer?

Stuart told me all about it. Said the man's hand was tough.

Did he indeed?

He just sat there for a minute.

Ah, they're getting younger, Robbie. Hey, come on. Even I'm not that sad.

She could be my daughter.

Never stopped you in the past.

Excuse me.

You're not really supposed to be looking at that.

Sorry, I didn't realise.

You're going to have to go. You can walk out with us.

Can I buy you a drink later?

Just to say thank you.

I'm a bit busy.

Thanks for asking though.

DC Ian.

You just missed him. You got something?

Just the blood report. I'll leave it in his desk.

Are you a police officer too?

No, I'm in forensics. Can I have a look round your lab?

Sorry, I know I'm being cheeky.

Mary, he's a law student.

Robbie's taking a bit of a shine to her.

Why am I not surprised?

Okay. If you want to wait in reception, tour bus will get you in about ten

minutes.

It's all closed up round the back.

Any sign of Fido?

No.

Could just be away on holiday.

Yeah. He knows we're on to him.

And I'm the bright spark that told him.

You two go on to the neighbours.

I want to find out exactly when he left.

It's not your fault, sir. Oh, spare me the platitudes, son.

What's up?

Lovely day, Mr. Burke.

Tanning motors at your age.

You've certainly slipped through the First Division.

Got your attention, though. Arrogant as ever, Nathan.

A wee word of advice.

Don't piss me off.

So, you can't find Mosby. What's that to you?

Everything.

But I think you know that.

Do you mind if we take a wee drive? Do you think a moonlight is a taxi service?

It would be in your best interest.

And why is that?

I know what Mosby's planning.

When you're ready.

Jack, have you seen the Mosby file?

You had him.

Now, Gemma, how's Robbie's staff, you pull?

You tell me.

I was just talking to her about her course, and he doesn't seem to know the

first thing about it.

She's a student.

Probably too busy getting pushed. I mean, that's what students do, isn't it?

asks too many questions about the case, Robbie.

Right.

What did you make of her, Jackie?

I didn't really speak to her.

I mean, she seemed keen.

Over -keen.

Cullen? Yeah.

She's her first year.

You sure?

Okay, thanks.

You're right.

They never heard of her.

See if that address she gave us checks.

Yeah. Why would a girl her age want to get into this place?

Address checks.

Okay, let's go.

Pavement cafes and cappuccinos.

It's not the Glasgow I remember.

Start talking or get out.

You should try a wee spell inside, Mr Burke.

Teach you some patience.

Next left, then pull over.

I could put you back inside.

I've done my time.

This is about not doing any more.

Meaning what exactly?

In 1983, a man died here. A man was murdered here.

And as not a day goes by, I don't regret that. Very touching.

The same robbery took place tomorrow.

Who would you come after?

Are you trying to tell me that's what Mosby's planning?

He knows you'll think I did it.

It's his idea of a joke.

And how do you know about this wonderful plan?

Because he wants me out the way.

And he's got a big mouth.

He always did like showing off.

When? I don't know.

Soon, though.

The sooner it is, the more it'll look like I did it.

Sad thing is, though, he's making his point for no reason.

I spent my first ten years inside, hating Mosby and Billy McCree in equal

measure.

And my next ten years, realising that life's too short.

I just want a fresh start, Mr Burke.

If you're playing me, Nesmith, I'll play back.

And believe me, I always win.

Do you think I don't know that?

Do you believe him?

I don't know.

But if he's right, it's one way of catching Mosby.

How do we find out?

Leave it.

Mary. No, no, it's all right. Mary's not hurt.

How's she getting on with her law studies?

I don't know what you mean.

She works in a supermarket.

She seems a bit too interested in police stations for a checkout girl.

Oh, no, that'll be about her father.

She's making us a cup of tea.

Robbie, you weren't to know that she was his daughter.

Both briefed us on it.

You know, written a file.

Yeah, but still.

Her name's Helen Jackie.

I should have got it.

Apparently tomorrow's the anniversary of her father's death.

I believe she wasn't even born when her father was murdered.

Ain't no wonder she's obsessed.

Jackie.

She killed Billy McCree.

You don't know that.

Don't I?

Sorry, Bart.

She just seemed like a normal kid.

Oh, come off it, Robbie. She fluttered her eyelashes and you rolled over.

And you showed her round.

She did ask a lot of questions about the case, sir. And you, of course, told her

nothing.

Have none of you ever heard a procedure?

OK, so Mary's haunted by her father's death.

She tracks down one of the gang who killed him, Billy McCree, visits his

And then Billy gets killed.

You're forgetting about the male footprint.

The strength that needed to push Billy's arm under that saw.

She'd stored it up her whole life.

Being obsessed doesn't make the lassie a killer. Come on, boss, you were

stalking the guy.

Mosby stands up better. You rattled because you screwed up.

Right, you and Jackie go and bring her in. Make it quick, I need your help

catching Mosby.

You shouldn't dismiss this girl. I'm not.

Now go, Robbie, before I decide to hang you out to dry.

Call me if you get anything useful.

Where are you going?

Talk to the supervisor.

Say it's time for us to split up.

Robbie, we're supposed to work together.

Robbie, it's me.

The supervisor hasn't been here for a week either.

No, but her mum reckons we might be at the library.

I mean, that's worth a try.

I'm halfway there already.

Robbie, wait for me.

Get off me.

Jackie, I've got her at the library.

I'll meet you in that bar on Erskine Road.

You can buy me that drink.

Met your mum.

Lovely woman.

She's worried thick. You leave her alone.

I can't, Mary. You lied to me. I had to.

Look, the men who murdered your father were punished.

They went to prison.

Billy McCreed didn't.

So it was you.

Bastard didn't even go to jail.

All right, calm down, Mary. Here, drink this.

I never even met him.

Never met my own da.

Yeah, I know it's to be hard.

It must be hard.

You all right, son?

Yeah, she's fine.

I'm going to get you something.

Robbie.

What happened to you?

Mary didn't like her drink.

Why did you bring her in here in the first place?

So where is she?

On her own?

Aye, what's wrong with that? It's the lady's toilet.

Nothing, Robbie.

Nothing at all.

What were you doing in a pub?

Having a drink. What do you think I was doing? She's a suspect in a murder case.

I thought you decided she wasn't. God push it, Robbie.

I should be back out there. No, you had your chance.

Mary Cullen is our murderer.

Aye, and I'm the Queen of Sheba. You weren't there. So convince me.

She's got a motive. So has Mosby. Look, that girl is vulnerable.

This is my call, Robbie.

Mosby's our man, and with this robbery, we've got one chance of catching him.

Boss, someone should be looking for her. She's out of control. Then get her

description out to uniform.

Right now, I'm up to my arse with all this, and I need you and manpower.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Thanks, sir.

If I can help, I have to.

For my dad's sake.

You know what to do.

Hello, Mr Mosby.

It's Ryan McCree.

I know, I know my dad didn't want me involved, but he's not here, is he?

Can't you meet me?

We could talk about it.

I won't tell my mum.

No.

I want to meet you.

I need to know what you want me to do.

Don't push it, son.

Let him do the running.

Sorry, Mr Mosby, I'm listening.

It's just I need the money for the funeral.

Thanks,

Mr Mosby.

No, that's cool.

I'll be there.

He won't meet me or tell me where it is, but he's going to drop me keys for a

taxi. It'll be in Drum Street on Saturday.

I'll have to be waiting as I look out at 1pm sharp.

This Saturday? Aye.

I'm to tell no one. Well done, son.

I'm going to get Mosby for you, and if he's your dad's killer, he'll go down

it, I promise you.

This operation is to catch a killer.

The killer of Ryan McCree's father.

Under no circumstances can Mosby or any of his men be allowed anywhere near him.

Whatever happens, I want it remembered. He's with us.

Everybody ready, Jackie?

Yeah.

As the liver beat them.

Here's the boy now.

Yes, right.

Good lad.

You just stay in that taxi. Whatever happens, we can keep you safe there.

All right.

He's given the all clear.

Any minute now.

OK, security vehicle arriving.

All units, be on the lookout for our target.

He should be arriving any moment now.

You got anything, Stuart?

Nothing, Sal.

Garth, Stuart, any moment.

Oh, Stuart has been serenaded.

Get rid of him, Fraser.

Check out the woman with the red coat.

What the hell's going on?

There's a woman claiming her purse has been snatched.

Oh, great.

All we need now is a bloody orange walk.

Diversion's over.

Found it.

Something's not right.

The guards will be back out by now.

Robbie, get in there and see where the hold -up is.

I'm on my way.

Boss, get out of here now.

We pulled a fast one. He got away.

You promised. I promised I'd get him. I will.

Sir, this might be nothing, but Uniform saved a call about a white British

bulldog like Mosby in a van on the waste ground by Donald Street. I want it.

It's worth a try. Robbie, you mop up here.

I'm sorry, sir.

Dogs? It won't let us near.

I wouldn't if I was you.

It's Mosby, sir. I can see by the collar.

Annie.

Annie, calm down. It's all right, boy.

I've called the RSPCA, but they'll be at least an hour.

I've got to get in there.

Remember when we were at Mosby, sir? What he did to calm the dog down?

I hate dogs, JK.

I also don't like it.

Mommy! Stop!

Now that.

Now that, boy.

It's fine.

waste of time.

Where are you off to?

Catch the killer.

And you know who that is, do you? Don't you?

Sorry to interrupt.

You're not.

Single shot to the head, had guests back door open, gun fired, door closed.

Not much to go on. Just do what you can.

Same killer?

Exactly.

Where do you think you're going?

Use your eyes! I'm using my eyes!

Mosby, one of the men responsible for killing Mary's dad.

So that's an emotive crime.

Of course it's an emotive crime. The guy killed her father. That's not emotive.

It's a single shot.

An execution.

Oh, come on. What, do you think Mary's that calculating?

Well, she conned her way into the police office.

Look, Mary wants revenge.

Her first target is dead. That is her second.

You're wrong, Robbie.

Mary's not the killer.

Mosby's file's gone.

Shh. Mary must have taken it.

All right, listen up.

He's probably long gone by now, but I want Naismith targeted.

You're not serious.

He set me up.

He knew he'd take the tip off about the robbery. He knew how humiliating it

would be for me to sit outside.

That's his idea of revenge.

Are you not forgetting something?

What would that be, Robbie? Two men dead.

Does that not matter a bit more than your reputation?

I'm not saving face here.

I think Naismith's our killer.

Naismith got an alibi for Billy McCree's death. I checked it. I know that,

Jackie. I'm not doubting you.

But I want Stuart to have a look at it.

Maybe it needs a fresh set of eyes.

Look, Naismith pulled a fast one on the robbery. He could have done the same

with the murders.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm with Robbie.

Sir, there's something else.

A statement from Mosby's neighbour.

A girl matching Mary's description was seen hanging around outside his house.

She was following him. What more proof do you need?

Robbie? Go after him, Jackie. Help him find her.

You going after Naismith, sir?

I doubt I'll find him now.

Could only be checking that alley by sure.

Robbie, stop.

You shouldn't have walked out like that.

I would have hit the man if I had stayed.

So where are you going?

Robbie, where are you going? The library.

Oh, what, where you caught her the last time?

She's not that stupid.

Have you got any better ideas? Look, Robbie, stop and think for a minute.

Remember her mum said that today was the anniversary of her dad's death.

So where would you go?

Her father's grave.

Good. Worth a try.

I can't believe you're doing this.

When did you last see him? We heard about the robbery on the news. He said

come. Naismith's here.

Wait!

What game are you playing, Naismith?

Our flowers aren't a game, Mr Burke.

They're living creatures.

I should be treated with respect.

James Naismith, I'm detaining you in suspicion of the armed robbery at the

Cannon Street shopping centre at 2pm today.

This is victimisation.

He's done nothing.

You can't do this! I can do a lot worse than this if I want to, and I will.

Leave it, Anna. Just do what I said, eh?

Mrs Cullen.

Have you some news?

No, I'm sorry.

Roses. I should have called you. I was just so pleased to hear from her. To

that she was all right.

They're from Mary?

Arrived this morning.

It's the anniversary of Rob's death.

She just needed some time to sort things out.

We always put a rose on his grave.

First year we haven't been together.

You really have no idea where she might be, Mrs Cullen. It's very important.

No. But you can stop looking for her now.

These prove that she's all right.

OK.

Thanks for your time, and sorry to intrude.

If she does get in touch, will you contact us immediately?

I will.

One on each body. She's doing it for her father.

We all missed it, Robbie. I had her, Jackie. I had her. I let her go and I

her kill again.

So this afternoon, all afternoon, you were arranging flowers?

I wasn't arranging them. I was sorting them.

Them in the boxes.

I cleared out the stockroom. You expect me to swallow this?

You've got no choice.

I've got an alibi.

I know what you've done and you're going down for it. So you were nowhere near

the shopping centre?

No.

I didn't want to bump into you.

Have you got any witnesses?

What do you think?

I think you're a clever man who's planned his alibis.

Oh, I accept the compliment.

I've had enough of you.

So ask me.

Did I kill Neil Mosby?

How do you know Mosby's dead if you're not his killer?

Wasn't he me?

It couldn't have been.

Why's that?

Because whoever killed Mosby also killed Billy McCree.

What makes you say that?

Oh, maybe I'm a psychic, son.

Give it up, Mr Burke.

You're going to have to soon anyway.

Is that right?

I've got a very good lawyer.

And Anna will have called him by now.

Ex -prisoner being hounded by an obsessive policeman.

Not nice.

I haven't even started yet.

You see?

Oh, I'm glad this is all on tape.

Sorry, sir. You're wanted upstairs. I'm in the middle of an interview.

Well, they said you have to stop interviewing and come immediately.

I don't know how you did it, Naismith.

But believe me, I won't rest till I find out.

Where's the boss?

On the top floor.

He got called up urgently.

What's that you're doing?

I'm back checking Naismith's files.

Changing records, Stuart. It's not him.

I'm not so sure. We just interviewed him.

What, he's here?

Yes. Claims to have an alibi. But the boss is right.

He knows too much not to be involved.

Look, drop it, Stuart. He may have done the robbery, but he's not our man. You

didn't see him. I said drop it!

Boss.

No word.

So what was that all about?

Nath's lawyer.

Anna Martin said he was with her all afternoon.

His brief wrote on a CCTV tape proving it. Do you think she's in on it?

No, she's not.

He's making a complaint against me for harassment.

She's backing for investigating a double murder here.

Or has your ego forgotten that?

You still think the killer was Mary Cullen?

Actually, sir, so do I.

All right.

I'll listen.

Sir, can we trace where she sent the roses from?

Internet order, but we're trying.

What do you think, sir?

The roses are a strong argument.

So, what do we do to catch her?

That's the problem.

She'll own her.

We're out of ideas.

Right.

Mary Cullen.

First victim, Billy McCree.

Second victim, Neil Mosby.

Motives are key.

Revenge. And she's not finished?

Naismith's next.

I won't drop the complaint.

I wouldn't expect you to.

Was that your way of saying sorry? I have no intention of apologising, Mrs

Martin. Where is he?

He's a free man.

A free man who could be in danger.

It's the truth.

We've got reason to believe someone could be trying to kill him.

Who? We really need to make sure he's safe.

Do you know where he's gone?

Well, no.

To meet someone.

Did he say who?

Someone called him. A woman.

What did she say?

She left a number and he called her back. We've still got it.

This is important.

Did he say where he was going?

Look, I'm not messing around here.

I might not like the man, but I don't want him ending up dead.

He borrowed my car.

Asked for directions to St. Andrew's Bridge.

Robbie, it's me.

He's already gone to meet us at St. Andrew's Bridge.

We'll meet you there.

Too young to die, Robbie.

It's Jackie. We're at the boathouse.

It doesn't look good.

Baby! Don't do this!

So you want revenge for your daddy?

You killed him.

He'll never reach her. Call for backup. Yes, sir.

Come on, Robbie!

Go on, darling.

You have it in the guts.

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Go on.

Do it.

Do it.

Go with her, Stuart. Make sure that Doc sees her.

Robbie, don't.

This should never have happened.

Police launch is on its way. They're going to start searching downstream for

body. You never stop.

I think you should stop right now and button that lip of yours.

I'm doing my job.

What were you doing your job when you told me not to look for her? Robbie.

I knew it was her. I told you it was her.

We'll deal with your personal feelings later. This is not the right time.

Mary Cullen committed murder because of your obsession with Naismith. Let me

remind you, Inspector, I am still your superior officer.

Superiors are supposed to earn my respect.

This is a murder scene, Robbie.

We still have a job to do.

Whoa!

I must... River's

high. You'll find him, but it could take a while.

The current doesn't look that strong.

Well, it's fine by the bank here, but further down... The current's powerful.

Probably drag him all the way to Greenock. How long?

A couple of days, maybe.

You all right, then?

That we laugh with faith, Jackie.

I don't think I'll ever forget it.

Yeah, well, none of us knew.

Robbie did.

Point three -eight. Same as the one that killed Mosby.

I'll confirm it once I've run some tests.

Thanks, Gemma.

Do you want me to drive you back?

No, I'll stay here and brief the test team.

Just leave it, Jackie.

The doctor says we can't interview Mary till the morning.

What?

Let's go for a drink.

Yeah.

Will you come and shoot me? I might join you later.

I want to go over the interview tape for Naismith.

Mary Cullen's the murderer, Stuart. Some of the things he said didn't add up. Am

I the only person who saw that girl shoot him dead?

Ignore him.

He's upset.

Look, I'd better go after him.

You're in early, Stuart.

Too early?

Too early for what?

Barlinnie. I wanted to check you've entered Naismith. You know that Mary's

killer. There's still the robbery money.

I've been up half the night thinking about that.

But Naismith's got an alibi.

Endless spooches while I'm clearing the stockroom.

Check there's people coming at me.

OK, boss.

Well, let's see who's reporting Mary's gun.

Same one that was used in Moseley.

I'll get straight on with this.

Oh, good night, was it? Mm.

It was until he got us started on the whiskeys. It was you who ordered the

doubles. Morning, Jackie.

Robbie, have you got a minute?

I think there might be an inquiry.

Does the boss know?

I don't know.

Ah, you're still digging away at me, Smith.

I got nowhere, though. But you think there's something?

Instinct's not enough, though, is it?

Where are you going?

Anything's got to count for something, Stuart.

Nanton's better than hanging about here today.

Gemma just dropped this off. It's ballistics in Mary's gun.

You were right about everything, Robbie.

She was the killer.

I take full responsibility for not targeting her earlier. It's all in my

here.

I'd like to read it before I hand it in.

No. Don't need to read it.

You and Jackie questioned Mary. I think she'll open up to you.

You did a good job, Robbie.

She in trouble.

Why do you say that?

You're polished, aren't you?

No, Miss Telfer's been helping us, sir. She's not in trouble.

Oh. I suppose she can, now that he's out the way.

Sir, I'm not with you.

Her man.

You'd lot put him away six months by.

Can I get you anything, sir?

No, why not?

A coffee, please. I've got no time.

Why?

Take a look at this.

Right.

What do you see?

Naismith working in the stockroom.

Look at the time.

16 .30.

What are you getting at, Gemma? He's just switched the light on.

Mid -summer and he needs the light on at 4 .30.

Are you saying this was faked?

Well, I'm no florist, but those flowers aren't very summery either.

That's my poinsettia.

I bought my auntie one for Christmas.

Gemma, you're a genius.

Where are you going?

To talk to Anna Martin.

She paid that for Naismith. Maybe I can prove he did the robbery.

The murder's there.

Good. I'll come now.

Where's Jackie?

Um, not sure.

You're a terrible liar, Stuart.

Checking this with the alibi.

What?

OK, you're with me. We've got the go -ahead to interview Mary.

Hello again.

Is this still about the flower man? No.

No, not exactly.

Let's talk about your man.

I've spoken to the Bar -El.

He was in the same hall as someone called Jim Naismith.

Does that ring a bell?

He told me what to say.

Naismith? He threatened my man.

I had no choice.

She didn't know what she was doing. I did.

Someone had to get justice for Dad.

You weren't going to.

Mary, don't say that. Sorry, Mrs Cullen, you're going to have to remain silent.

Mary, are you confessing to murdering Jim Naismith?

Yes.

Killing a man's a big thing, Mary.

I saw you.

I know it wasn't easy.

It's your fault.

You shouldn't have let him out.

A life for a life.

And what about Billy McCree's son, Ryan?

So? So, he's lost a father.

You know how he feels, don't you?

He'll never get past it.

It'll burn away at him.

Always. And you think that's fair?

It's not.

Then why do you do it?

Why did you kill Billy McCree? I didn't. Billy McCree and Neil Mosby, the other

men who killed your father, both murdered. Naismith killed my dad.

They were just part of the gang. They don't count.

This is a blitz report.

It confirms that this gun was also used to shoot Neil Mosby. You killed him,

Mary, in cold blood. I didn't. If she says she didn't, she didn't. Mr. Cullen,

please.

How do you explain?

Your gun was used to shoot Neil Mosby. It's not mine. Oh, come on. It's not my

gun. Then who did it then? Naismith.

It's Nathemith Gunn!

Sarah, where is everyone?

Well, the DI and Stuart are interviewing the suspect.

Do you want this?

Oh, probably not. Well,

the facts from burial for Stuart is Naismith's visitors list for the past

years. Didn't have many friends, did he?

No.

This is a weird one.

Mary's saying she didn't kill McCree or Mosby.

Yeah? How do you know that? The woman that Naismith delivered flowers to.

out her man's in the burial.

He put pressure on her. Said that if she didn't help him out...

Her man was going to get it.

That's how he got his alibi for McCree's murder.

And we've just found out the CCTV tape was a fake too.

Oh, thanks for sharing that with us, Stuart.

Here's a visitor's list, Stuart.

Anna Martin.

She visited Naismith every two weeks until he was released.

Who is she?

The woman from the flower shop.

Stuart, it's me.

I'm at the flower shop.

Mary Cullen denies killing Mosby and McCree.

And they said the alibis are broken.

Listen, Stuart.

I found a bulletproof vest.

It doesn't make sense.

I know that, Stuart.

I think he's still alive.

Put that down.

Sir?

Sir, what's happening?

I said, put it down.

Nathan's got him. He's at the flower shop.

DI Ross, code 21 red to Anna's flower shop, Belmont Lane.

Oh, I used to dream of this.

So nice of you to make it happen.

Jim!

My God, no.

I told you he would never give up.

He's bleeding.

Take the bag and wait in the car.

You're already an accessory to two murders.

Don't make it three.

Oh, Jim's no killer. You've got that all wrong.

No, I'm right.

Anna Naismith.

You told me those deaths were nothing to do with him.

That's right.

Now go and wait in the car.

I won't be long.

He's going to kill me.

Can you live with that?

Go and wait in the car, Anna.

It's all right.

Trust me.

Wait!

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Code 21 red. DCI Buck's life is in danger. How far off are they?

Too far.

You set up Mary Cullen.

You weren't meant to work that out this fast.

Oh, this was long overdue. I forget past cartons. By the time they try and stop

me, I'll be long gone.

And with the robbery money, it's a nice little nest egg.

I can't believe you fell for the tip -off.

That really made my day.

You knew I'd fall for her. It made sense.

Of course it did.

I planned it.

Twenty years is more than enough time.

I even faked my own death to try and get away from you, but no.

You couldn't let go, could you?

the gun. I didn't know.

Where are they? Around the back. Did he kill those two men? Yes. They're at the

back entrance. There's a gate.

Right, I'll go round the front. You dance. No heroic.

We'll be back up. I can't wait.

Any last words?

Come on.

I wouldn't waste spitting you, let alone worse.

On your knees!

Don't want to miss now, do I?

If we go in, we can make it worse.

Or it could buy us time.

Put the gun down, Naismith.

There's no way out.

You're not even armed.

Some cavalry.

Don't do anything stupid.

As bad as I can see, I'm the one with a gun.

This way.

I wouldn't if I were you.

Drop your weapon. Let the man go.

Another one without a gun.

Bad luck.

Armed officers have their weapons trained on you.

I don't feel... Out my way!

Do as he says, Robbie. I said move!

This is about him and me.

Stay back.

The subject takes another step. Take him out.

Give me the gun.

Stay back!

Give me the gun, gents.

I told you... Stand by.

But you need to have a hand. No, no, that'll do.

You should let them take you in, sir.

Aye, as soon as I get a spare minute.

Robbie.

Sorry, boss.

You're right about Naismith all along.

How is he?

He'll survive.

You know, for a minute there, I thought you were bluffing.

For a minute, sort of that.

Didn't know if blackout would make it.

Don't let me never play you at poker.