All language subtitles for Taggart s20e02 The Wages of Sin.eng

I'll ask if you'll mind moving. I'll do
it. Look after your mother.

Get her inside.

Oi!

Oi! Shift your car!

Taxi driver boss.

ID says he's a Terry Donnelly. Who found
him?

Guy talked to Stuart.

Davey Houston.

That's his shop there.

Jewelers and pawnbrokers.

They said there was a funeral.

Yeah, relative, I think. The wake,
though, in the flat upstairs.

Sir, it's not a robbery. His wallet's
still in his pocket.

Shot by his passenger from behind. Close
range. Almost an execution.

Anything else?

Looks professional.

There's a lot of prints, but I doubt
they're your killers.

One thing, though, I think he knew what
was going to happen to him. How do you

mean? Well, there's a slight abrasion to
the neck.

Probably tried to escape.

Killer grabbed his collar and that
pulled the necklace tight.

Then held him still and... So not with a
bang, not with a whimper, eh?

Boss, Houston's kicking off.

Oh, that's all we need. As soon as we
can, Gemma, get the body away. I want us

out of here.

Where's your boss?

Mr Houston, this is DCI Burke.

Are you in charge?

Sorry for your troubles, sir.

This must be the last thing you need
today.

I've just buried my daughter.

Sorry, I had no idea.

Everything okay, Davey?

This is my brother, Billy.

Can you give the man a break?

It's hard enough days it is.

Unfortunately, your brother found the
body. I need a statement.

I went over.

I opened the car door.

He was obviously dead, so I called you.

And you didn't recognise the man or his
car?

Sorry, no.

All right, the statement can wait. I'll
let you get back to your guest.

I promise we'll be as sweet as we can.

Thanks.

Yeah, Ross.

It's day three.

Well, I guess you weren't to Milton.

Who do you want?

Terry Donnelly.

Aye. I heard.

When am I getting my cab back?

Take it Mr Donnelly wasn't your best
mate then? I'm not the sentimental type.

Do you have a record of Mr Donnelly's
jobs for the day? You're fishing in the

wind. A man has died.

A bit of cooperation wouldn't go amiss.
Terry Donnelly was hardly ever here.

How's that for cooperation?

Record of his jobs.

Don't have any.

Right, name and number of the person who
owns the plane.

Hold on to your handbag, darling.

Here.

Name of each driver's along the top.

Times of jobs and details down the side.

You can see for yourself.

Terry drove the cab, but God knows how
he ever made any money.

You have a nice day, officer.

I'd like to say thanks for your
cooperation, but that'd be about as

your employment records.

Promise me if I died, you'd be more
upset.

I'd be devastated if you left me alone
with the boss and Stuart.

Doesn't that become helpful when we
talked about the boss, though, eh?

D .I. Ross here. He did a trace for me
on the owner of Archway Cars.

54 Arnton Road.

Is that you raiding the video shop
again, Stuart?

I wish.

I know it's good for us that everyone's
got CCTV.

But you're the muck that has to fly
through them.

Good work, Stuart.

Get back to the station and make a
start.

There's one place we haven't checked,
sir.

There's a camera in the shop.

Probably won't help, but it might be
worth a look.

I didn't want to intrude. I'll do it.

See you back in the lab.

Very good.

VCI back. I'm sorry to intrude.

That's okay.

Have you found out who the dead guy is
yet?

We're still investigating.

I won't keep you. The CCTV camera you
have in the shop. Do you think we could

borrow the tape?

I'd better ask my father.

It's his business.

You're in the army?

Not any longer.

I'm a civilian.

I'll get my dad.

Thanks.

Just give me five minutes. My wife's
asked you to leave. Julia was a good

friend. My father asked you to leave
nicely.

Mark, not today, please.

Leave this to me. You're the one that
let him in in the first place. Just go,

please.

I'm sorry.

Now look what you've done.

I was a friend of Julia's.

My mother blames her for what happened.

Why is that?

Carlotta thinks Julia was mixing with
the wrong crowd.

She died of a drug overdose.

She was only 22.

Let me get that tape for you.

We can get down to the shop this way.

I'm sure my dad won't mind.

Hi, dear.

Do you want anything?

No time.

So what's this lead?

Donnelly's got a record as long as your
arm.

Possession and dealing.

And he got a job as a cabbie. Ah, well,
that's the good part.

Do you want to know who owns the
company?

Archie McGregor.

I'm guessing he uses the minicabs as a
front for drugs.

That's speculation.

You need proof to nail McGregor.

Ah, what a coincidence, though, isn't
it, boss?

Besides, this wasn't random.

It was an execution.

The sort of thing that's out of most
people's league, but not McGregor's. We

were thinking Donnelly must have been
ripping them off.

This'll be his reward.

And McGregor was making an example of
it.

More than capable.

Troublous McGregor won't have murdered
him himself.

He'll have paid someone.

There's no small matter, though, even
for McGregor.

Jackie, you're with me. And don't bring
that roll in my car.

Enjoy.

Brown sauce and tomato ketchup.

That's our Jackie.

Two individuals.

Hello, dear.

Is your daddy home?

Who are you?

We're the police.

We do need to speak to your dad. Why
don't you just show us the way,

Dad,

it's the police.

You've no right to burst in here. Your
daughter very kindly showed us in.

I didn't, Dad.

It's all right, darling.

All right.

We'll find your mother, eh?

Go on.

You're out.

Only if you'll come with us.

You arrested me?

Guilty conscience, Mr. McGregor. And why
would that be?

Terry Donnelly rang any bells.

Your daddy's going to come and help us.

That's all right with you, isn't it?

Unless you'd like us to play it a
different way.

I'll be in the CCTV room.

Okay.

Sir.

That's McGregor's solicitor here.

Right, let's make a spot.

Do you think we've got enough to link
Donnelly and McGregor?

Well, we'll soon find out.

Small world, Mr... Harkins, Jonathan
Harkins. Sorry, have we met?

DCI, Buck. I saw you leaving Julia
Houston's wake.

I'm sorry about all that.

And you're acting for Mr. McGregor?

Last thing I could do with today, what
with the funeral and all.

You were close to the girl.

I worked with her.

She was on placement with us after she
graduated.

I was just trying to tell her mother how
much we all thought of her.

I'm sure she wasn't thinking straight.

No, no, I just... I shouldn't have gone.

Well, shall we get on with the matter in
hand?

Nothing?

I'd always end up doing this.

Oh, there's joys of being a constable,
eh?

Swat up and you'll get your sergeants.

I think the boss will still let Jackie
in on the big interviews. The female

touch. I shouldn't feel too hard done
by. We'll not get anything out of

McGregor. He's been at it too long.

Alibis will be sweating out of every
pore.

Robbie, don't leave me with Kelvin.

Don't like to interrupt when you're
having so much fun.

My client is here out of a duty to
public service.

Your client's here because he thinks
he's untouchable and wants to know what

we've got.

Speculation is far from the letter of
the law.

So is what he gets up to.

I resent that.

It's all right, Archie, just leave this
to me.

No offence, but we'd rather speak to Mr
McGregor.

I told you, I've never heard of Terry
Donnelly. Oh, he's one of the drivers at

your firm?

That's Jimmy's concern.

I've never gone to the other place.

Jimmy's the manager.

Seems like a reasonable answer to me.

But very convenient.

I'm a jerk.

So do you remember Mr. Donnelly now?

My client doesn't have to answer that.

I'd like to see him try, though.

That's a bar.

There's hundreds of people that meet
like that.

Do you really expect us to believe that?

Believe what you like, darling.

Which one of you is Popeye Doyle?

French Connection. Bit highbrow for this
mob.

Yeah, I'm more of a Columbo girl.

Stuart's Cagney and Lacey.

Right. Detective, what do you see?

Just spare us the drama, Gemma.

OK. Well, at first I found nothing.

Then... Listen.

What's under there?

Donnelly was using the cab to ferry
drugs around?

No. That's not big enough for his weekly
shop.

Well, there were no traces of drugs,
but... If you step this way, I did

find this.

Is that a real diamond?

Mm -hmm. Good quality.

I know it's small, but I'd say it's
worth a couple of thousand.

So Donnelly was burying diamonds, no
drugs?

Well, he was found dead outside a
jeweler's. It's not that hard to make

leap. But the jeweler said he didn't
recognise Donnelly.

Maybe he wasn't telling the truth.

Check those tapes again, Stuart.

Evening, Mr Buck.

Kelvin.

Anything, Stuart?

Nothing on the day of the murder.

What, of the day before?

That's what this says.

They weren't open.

I'd be surprised over the funeral the
next day.

David Houston fixed his head in a couple
of times.

Mm -hm.

Pause it.

Terry Donnelly.

Whitten's been lying to you.

Thank God you're here.

I've just bidded my daughter for God's
sake. And I'm sorry about that, but a

man's been murdered.

This way, please.

You OK, Davey? Idiots are arresting me.

Your brother's not being arrested, he's
being detained for questioning.

Go with him, Billy.

That's allowed, isn't it? He's a foster.

I didn't realise.

Retired two years.

I don't need him.

I'm not going.

They're investigating a murder, Davy.

You won't cooperate.

They've no choice but to bring you in.

You fancied Julia, that's all.

And Julia was your daughter?

She worked in the shop with me on
Saturdays.

Had quite a few admirers. So Dawnleigh
was a frequent visitor then.

You get to have crush on my daughter.

That's it.

Did the dart crush involve him buying
diamonds?

Mr Houston, why did he call round the
day before the funeral?

I don't know.

Got it on CCTV, Mr Houston.

He came by to tell me how sorry he was.

Nothing else.

Did Donnelly buy diamonds from you, Mr
Houston?

No. Mine was a pain in the neck.

Come in to see Julia.

She ran hoops round him.

Wasn't interested, but liked the
attention.

So why did you lie when you saw his
body?

I didn't exactly lie.

You told me you didn't know her.

Well, I didn't really.

Look, I'd just buried my daughter.

I had a truckload of relatives arriving,
and the last thing I wanted was you lot

asking questions.

I'm sorry.

All right.

Can I go now?

No.

Not just yet. Sit down, please.

Julia died of an overdose.

Is this really necessary, Mr Burke?

You knew Donnelly was a dealer.

He was supplying her, wasn't he?

No. You're not sure, though, are you?

Donnelly was supplying your daughter,
wasn't he?

That's why she tolerated his flirting.

You knew.

And you'll let him into the shop?

I didn't know for sure.

I thought if I kept an eye.

If she kept coming to work.

I didn't think it was serious.

How could you let him near her?

I didn't think she'd die.

Didn't I think that?

Please, Billy.

All right, Matthew.

I think we're back enough just now.

Are they gone?

Aye. Happy families all round.

Not surprised.

David Hudson's hardly going to win the
Father of the Year award, is he?

Right, back to basics.

The dead man, Donnelly, was executed.

Why? He double -crossed McGregor
somehow.

Just don't have any proof.

If Donnelly really was dealing to Julia,
the dead girl, maybe he was killed to

avenge her.

What about the father?

Yeah. I know he doesn't seem the type,
but it's a clear motive.

Davy Houston couldn't swat a fly if it
was near the end of his nose.

This was a professional hit, Jackie.

Which leads us back to... McGregor. This
has got his paws all over it.

Well, they were somewhere getting close.

The lawyer, Harkins.

He was at the wake and he's McGregor's
lawyer.

Now, maybe he's more than just a legal
representative.

Jonathan Harkins?

Ah. He's standing as an MSP.

He advocates a zero -tolerance policy on
drugs.

What, and he represents McGregor?

That's what I mean.

McGregor could wreck his reputation.

We could point that out to him, sir,
couldn't we?

Well, that's worth a try.

All right, Jackie, come on.

Let's go and stir the pot.

Ah, I should have been a lawyer.

I'd look great in one of those.

Can I help you?

I'm DCI Burke.

Do you live here?

I'm Zena Harkins.

Is there something wrong?

No, no, we're just like a wee out -of
-hours chat with your husband.

Did he not answer?

No.

Murang Twai. Lives in a world of his own
sometimes.

He's definitely in.

Didn't you hear the door?

Oh, I thought it was someone selling
something.

Apologies for the house call.

Well, let's go through to the sitting
room.

Would you like some coffee, perhaps?

No, I'm sure this won't take long.

Will it, Mr Burke?

So, uh, Mr McGregor, I presume.

How much do you know of the man?

I'm his solicitor.

Client confidentiality is something I'm
very hot on.

Meaning you know how he makes his money.

I'm sorry, I'm not with you.

You're proposing to stand as an MSP next
time round?

Yes, for my sins.

Leading on an anti -drugs policy?

Zero tolerance on crime.

Yeah, but drugs are the key to that.

Well, yes, the root of most crime, and
we all know that.

And yet you still represent Archie
McGregor.

Get to the point, will you?

Oh, Mr McGregor makes his money through
drugs.

He buys and sells.

Keeps himself at arm's length.

Mr McGregor has never been convicted of
any such offence. Because people like

you help to make him untouchable. I'm a
solicitor. I work inside the law.

Nobody's suggesting otherwise.

But we both know what I mean.

This is totally out of order, and you
know it is.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

The girl who died, Julia Houston.

You know she died of a drugs overdose.

Yes. You were upset by that, weren't
you?

So upset you even went to the wake.

She was a friend as well as a colleague.

Do you know who her dealer was?

No, but I'm sure you're just about to
tell me.

Terry Donnelly.

He worked for Mr McGregor.

You're representing the man who killed
your friend, Mr Harkins.

What do you want from me?

If you know something, anything about
McGregor, it might help us.

Go on.

Get out!

You're lucky I'm not making a complaint
about you.

Think about Julia, Mr Harkins.

That won't work.

He's asleep.

He likes his feet too much.

It made me feel better, though.

Yes, Stuart.

Okay, we're on our way.

Hi, lad.

What's all this?

Drug squad watching McGregor up to three
months back.

So where does that leave us?

McGregor keeps himself clean.

Which we already know. The point is, his
money comes from a legitimate source.

So?

This is McGregor going into a precious
gems merchant, specialising in diamonds.

He launders the drugs money for buying
diamonds, keeps them for a while, then

cashes them in. The only flaw is how he
gets the diamonds in the first place. He

needs someone who's willing to take the
dirty drugs money and buy the diamonds.

The jeweller, David Houston.

Exactly. Donnelly delivers the drugs
money to Houston, who buys the legit

diamonds, which Donnelly then gives to
McGregor. We checked with Houston's

He's made a lot of large cash deposits
in the past six months.

I'm going to pick up our friend, the
jeweler.

This time, no matter what sob story he
tells, he's going to start talking.

Stuart.

No.

I need you to talk to your husband.

Who is it, ma 'am? Make an appointment.

That's not how this works, Mrs Houston.

They want to talk to your father again.

He's still in bits after the last time.

Where is he?

All right, we'll wait.

Wait downstairs.

I'll go and get him.

Is this really necessary?

I'm sorry, sir.

But unfortunately, yes, it is.

David.

Well, that's my theory out the window.

You got anything, Gemma? Not a lot here,
I'm afraid.

Sir.

Sorry, Mr Hoof.

Better you leave us to it.

He didn't suffer.

Single shot to head.

There's painless way to die if the aim's
true.

Victim gets a moment of fear and then...
If you don't need me, I'll get back to

my mother.

I'll find you if we do.

Coldfish?

Probably still in shock.

He's had his ex -army trained not to
show emotion.

Mark brought his dad down a cup of tea
an hour before we found him.

As he was going back up the stairs, the
bugger went.

His dad said he'd get it.

Could have been the killer.

So, Stuart, your favourite job awaits.

CCTV. Start with these two.

There's no tape in them.

We've still got them from the first
murder.

This might be something.

It's on the floor by the body.

It's probably the victims.

Stuart, check out the numbers called
today.

God!

Billy,

I'm so sorry, but you have to call. Mr
Houston, we need to preserve the scene.

So your brother was scared?

Definitely.

Donnelly's dead.

Davy all of a sudden gets the shakes.

So if Donnelly crossed McGregor, then
your brother was in on it too.

It makes sense to me.

I don't suppose you've any proof.

His body is the only proof I need.

I know Archie McGregor of old. He's part
of this.

I warned Davy about him. He wouldn't
listen.

How do you know McGregor?

I went to school with him.

I represented him when I first
qualified.

And what happened?

I ditched him when I found out what he
was into.

He saw that as a personal betrayal.

I think that's why he got Davy involved
in all this.

It was to get back at me.

Got a minute, sir?

Thanks for your time, Mr. Houston.

Sorry about your brother.

The mobile phone we found by the body.

It's not his.

So who's this? It's Lister.

Jonathan Harkins.

Mr. Houston, if you're feeling up to it,
I'd like to talk to you about Jonathan

Harkins.

We think he visited your husband just
before he died.

We need to eliminate him from our
inquiries.

We know there was some kind of tension
between Harkins and your husband.

Why would that be?

Mr Harkins kept visiting Davy because he
felt guilty.

He just wanted to make himself feel
better.

He let Julia down.

He could have saved her.

In what way?

Did he know about her drug -taking?

The man's a beast.

He's the senior partner at the firm she
worked for. Julia's 15 years younger

than him.

And he was married.

She was having an affair.

She said she loved him. But he treated
her like a kid.

Worse than that.

He treated her like a whore.

And it broke my heart. Will you go,
please? Just leave us alone.

Thanks for your time, Mrs Houston.

Sorry we had to intrude.

We'll see ourselves out.

If that ever gets out, Harkins must be
shitting it. Exactly.

Am I missing something?

I think we've just found a way of making
Mr Harkins a tad more cooperative.

We're leaving.

Why didn't you tell me?

It was Julia's secret.

Did you tell Davy? No, she told me, her
mum. She didn't want it broadcast.

Julia was out of her depth.

That shark Harkins used her.

She said he loved her. He loved her so
much he let her use drugs. Julia always

did what Julia wanted. You can't blame
him for that.

Then why are you so angry?

You're keeping something from me.

The night Julia died, police said she
had a male friend with her.

He stayed with her until the ambulance
came.

And you think that was Harkins?

Description reference.

He left her to die.

I know.

I know.

My poor girl.

My poor, poor girl.

Very cosy.

Your mum is upset.

So am I.

What else haven't I been told?

I'd rather discuss this later. I have
meetings.

We're here now.

There's a perfectly simple explanation.
I must have lost the phone at the wake.

But you used your phone last night, Mr
Harkins.

You called your wife at 7pm and then
again at 9?

Of course, yes.

Sorry, yes, I did.

Your phone was found by Mr Houston's
body.

I suggest you start remembering how it
got there.

Can you pull my half -past, Debs, and
tell him I'll be delayed?

Do you want to come through?

OK, I did pop by the shop on my way back
from seeing a client.

This is ridiculous. I didn't kill him.

I personally saw you arguing with Mr
Houston after his daughter's funeral.

Now the man's dead and your phone was
found by his body.

I went to apologise for all that.

Why did you really go there?

Because Juliet was a sweet girl and a
good worker and I wanted to let her

know how much she'd been missed.

Really? Yes.

I was going by anyway. I thought I would
give it one more try.

Why should I believe anything you say,
Mr Harkins? You've already lied to us.

I'm telling you the truth.

You were having an affair with Julia
Houston.

Or did that just slip your mind?

Now, that's a private matter.

Your wife's heavily pregnant, isn't she?

Now, I would guess that you wouldn't
want her to find out.

Are you threatening me?

No. Simply expecting your cooperation.

We want to know more about your client,
Mr McGregor. You seem reluctant to help

us.

You're blackmailing me.

Well, I prefer to call it persuasion.

So you're going to give one of my
officers some valuable work experience.

I don't get it.

Why was McGregor so easily taken in?

Because Harkins told him about this guy
Kendrick, an ex -con who he could trust

as a driver. I mean, why wouldn't
McGregor go for that?

Because he doesn't know the guy.

You and the boss are so hung up on
McGregor that you can't see straight.

So what's straight?

I don't know, but this is too easy.

And it's too tricky. You shouldn't be
going on your own. Look, this is the

closest anyone's ever got to McGregor.
So, all the rules go out the window?

Robbie knows the risks, Jackie.

It's his call.

Oh, no, Kelvin. All your tracking
devices.

You only have to fix it to the car.

They won't find it even if they search
you. I requested it. You're out there

alone, remember.

As soon as you activate it, I can locate
you on a monitor.

I cross -reference that with a grid. It
tells us where you are within 50 metres.

Careful, it's delicate.

You sure it works?

I tested it on my dog.

Let him go in Pollock Shields.

Found him in Elder Park.

Don't worry, Robbie. If it fails, you
could always bark for help.

Look, just take it, eh?

Anything you rumble, you bail out.
Understand?

Yeah, OK.

Ballistics report.

Same gun that killed Donnelly and
Houston.

Doesn't need signs to work that out.

Just go get my nails done then, shall I?

Yes, Reed.

That's Robbie.

Robbie, where are you?

I've got the car, red Mondeo, and a list
of instructions for two pickups.

Done the first.

Small package, tightly filled.

Not cash.

Feels like powder.

Drugs? Yeah, can't think what else it
would be.

What do you want me to do?

Keep going, Romy.

Give us a ring when you get the other
one.

Okay.

Piss off, will you?

Come on.

Go to the second package.

I'm to ring a number.

Get a delivery address.

You let me know as soon as you get it.
We'll do the raid there.

Okay, will do, boss.

I've got a problem here.

Robbie?

Robbie? Robbie, can you hear us?

Turn it back.

Well, don't just stand there.

Give me some time.

What the hell's that?

G -9 -9 -0 -7. And where is it?

Mr. McGregor, he's yours. I don't
understand.

Really?

I've got your packages.

Both of them safe.

Just like I knew you would.

Mr. Kendrick.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Try the outbuildings over there.

I told you this was too dangerous.

You can crucify me later. I'd rather
concentrate on finding him right now. We

should never have let him go in alone. I
heard you the first time. Sir, the car

up here.

The Redmond Dale.

Stuart, open the boot.

The rubbish.

Just get me out of here.

Good job we got here before Christmas.

Eh, Robbie?

Please, let them have been killed.

Careful, Robbie. It's evidence.

Weed killer.

Are you sure?

Harkins must have told McGregor I
bastard knew who I was all along.

Let's pull in McGregor anyway.

At least that way you might get your own
back.

It's not McGregor we need to pull in.

What's this about?

Fine.

I need you here, Jono. You can't do
this. I'm not under arrest.

You've agreed to help us with our
inquiry.

Well, maybe I've changed my mind.

Fine by me. If you'd rather do it here.

With an audience?

See, now, honestly, it's fine. I'll be
back in a bit. You go in.

You surprised to see me?

Why should I be?

Oh, don't give me that. You gracked me
up.

I didn't tell McGregor. You guessed.

And you didn't think to warn her?

My officer could have lost his life!

He promised me he wouldn't hurt you.

Promised? A man's a killer.

I'm sorry, but I didn't have a choice.

You give me one good reason why not.

McGregor's using me the same way as you
are.

He knows about my affair with Julie and
he's threatened to tell Zana too.

Oh, so your family's more important than
my life.

Well, you're still here, aren't you? You
bastard!

Robbie, that's enough! I can't help you!

I know nothing about McGregor.

Nothing!

You have to believe me. You expect me to
believe a word you say, Harkins?

I'm only his solicitor. Why would he
confide in me? Because you're useful.

Sooner or later, McGregor's going to
bring you down anyway.

Don't you think I know that?

Give me the crisps.

Why? Wind up, Robbie.

Oh, no, Stuart, don't. Come on.

Roast turkey flavour.

Oh, shut up, Stuart.

Just calm down, Robbie, and drink your
pint.

Don't worry. We'll get him. On you go
then, Einstein.

How? Right.

Ideas. Oh, Stuart's full of them. Oh,
get over it, Robbie.

Jackie.

I think we're too hung up on McGregor.
Oh, come on.

Both the dead men whipped for him, and
we've no other suspect.

Well, Dornley was Julia Houston's
supplier.

Her father turned a blind eye. They're
both culpable for her death.

Go on.

Well, if I was looking for revenge,
these would be my prime targets.

So who do you think's doing it?

Her brother.

Mark Houston.

No, McGregor stands up better.

You've just got a grudge because of the
turkeys.

Look, Mark Houston's got no form, and
you're suggesting he's killed two men,

of whom's his father.

Well, what about his reaction at his
father's body? I mean, he didn't seem

upset. He's ex -army, firearms trained,
he's M .O. Fitz.

It's worth a shot.

Tell Robbie to start digging.

Start at the uncles.

He seems to know everything there is to
know about his brother's wife and kids.

What about McGregor?

See what I'll pay him one last visit in
the morning.

Do you not think I should?

Just drink your pint, Robbie.

You'll get your time.

Anyway, he might try and knock the
stuffing out of you.

Thanks for agreeing to see us.

I just wanted to help, if I can.

Make yourselves at home.

That's a nice photograph of Julia.

Yeah, it's from her mother.

Beautiful, wasn't she?

Who's this?

That's Mark.

He won the junior's rifle contest at my
gun club.

He was only 12.

He's always been a bit of an action man,
then.

How do you mean?

Well, he joined up, didn't he?

It's the only thing he ever wanted to
do.

How upset was he with his sister's
death, Mr Houston?

Devastated.

He worshipped her.

Real big brother stuff.

If I'm not mistaken...

He didn't go on too well with his
father, did he?

What is this?

This? It's probably nothing.

We have to check all likely avenues.

You think Mark killed his father?

That's ridiculous.

Two men are dead, Mr Houston.

Both of whom could be said to be to
blame for your niece's death.

Honestly, Mark's not your killer.

You got the wrong man there.

He left the army recently, didn't he?
Why was that? I'm not sure.

He said he'd had his fill.

But if it was all he ever wanted to do?

This family have been through enough.

For God's sake, I've already told you
who it is.

So, what's next?

Surely you're not coming round to my
idea, are you?

Don't bet on it.

We'll have some more background to find
out why he left the army.

Tenor says I'm right.

Well, never bothered me taking a woman's
money.

you again?

Yeah, something like that.

Dad?

What? It's that man again. He needs your
help.

That's all right. Go and play now. Leave
us to talk.

So, Chief Inspector, I guess you're
filming a great turkey.

You're not as clever as you think you
are, McGregor.

You're back on that.

What can I do for you, gentlemen?

Nothing.

I'm just biding my time, waiting for the
right moment.

So why are you here?

To return what's rightfully yours.

Recognise the day, McGregor?

Apparently it's very good for getting
scum out the water.

Oh, we've got a full queen.

Do you know how much that costs?

Mark.

Quiet.

You sure it's him?

We don't tend to see the party animal
when we're investigating.

Awful about his father.

Thought his sister were bad enough.

I sent him a card and I knew they were
close.

So you're still in touch?

Not really.

To tell the truth, it's a bit awkward. I
had to testify against him at his

disciplinary.

Is that why you left the army?

Look... We can find out from your
commanding officer. I suppose it's no

Mark was out of order. He had one of his
temper fits.

How do you mean?

He's a hothead. He got it under control
mostly, but occasionally he went off on

one. So what happened that time?

We had a party for his birthday.

Big pit -up, you know.

His sister turned up, got absolutely
paralytic, dancing on the tables, the

works. And someone took a fancy to her,
actually.

We all kind of fancied her.

Anyway, it went too far.

Mark called them together and lost it.

Somehow a gun got involved.

Poor guy was like mush.

He thought Mark was going to blow his
brains out.

And did you think he would?

Mark was angry, but he wouldn't have
done it.

The trouble is the top brass got
involved. The rest is history.

Where did he get the gun from?

It was Army issue, point 38.

He said at the hearing that he'd taken
it out of the stores and that after the

row he chucked it in the river.

And it was never recovered?

Search, but it must have gone
downstream. Probably still down there.

OK, so are you a tenner?

I'll accept payment in alcohol.

Boss, it's me.

Jackie's right. We're on to something.

What now?

We need to ask you a few questions, Mr
Houston.

We'd like you to accompany us to the
station.

It really would be easier if you came
with us.

Or what?

What's wrong?

They're here to arrest me.

No, we'd simply like you to answer a few
questions.

After all we've been through.

Go on.

Get lost.

We like to do this the easy way.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Calm down.

Are you going to come with us, Mr
Houston?

Here. Aren't you, Marco?

If some lowlife dealt drugs to my kid's
sister, I'd go after him.

Treat your father, too, would you?

under blind eye, didn't he?

Put his business first.

We're trying to understand, Mark.

You had good reason to be angry.

Good reason to kill.

That's all right then, isn't it?

They deserved it.

You tell us.

Mum was a coward and a complete waste of
space.

But he was still my father.

What have we done?

He was scum. He deserved to die.

Did you kill him, Mark?

We think you did.

So prove it.

We need to find that gun, Robbie.

Is he not talking?

No, he's goading us to prove it.

Charming. Sir, Mark's mother and uncle
are out of reception.

Say it's urgent.

Bring them up, Jack.

Go on.

Cab driver.

He was murdered.

It was at lunchtime, wasn't it?

Do you know what time?

Why?

Well, Mark was with me from 1 .30.

And after that, we were all at the
funeral.

So you see, it couldn't be him. He
couldn't have done it.

Well, you can know the details.

That was when he was killed, then.

I told you it was on the clear.

I told you, didn't I?

I'm sorry, but you do need to explain.

Julia's funeral was at 2 .15.

We got there early because I wanted to
put the flowers out and make sure

everything was perfect.

Go on.

Well, by one o 'clock, Mark still hadn't
arrived and I was worried, so Billy and

I split up and went looking for him.

And you found him?

At the glasshouse.

I had to take them there when they were
wee in the wintertime.

It was warm and they liked playing hide
-and -seek.

Is that the one at the People's Palace?

Ah.

I got there at half past one.

He was sitting there all alone.

He looked just like he did when he was
wee.

You see, he was scared.

Scared to go to the funeral. Scared in
case he couldn't get through it.

And you're sure about the time?

Ah.

I was worried I'd miss the service. I
was looking at my watch the whole time.

We'll need you to make a statement.

Then he can take Mark home with you.

What a surprise.

You're here. Not now, Mark.

Don't tell me what to do.

After all, you're not my dad, are you?
Oh, don't fight me, you two.

Look, we've come to get you out here and
to tell the truth.

Well, I know what the real person is to
blame.

Stop it, Mark.

Do you know something about the murders,
Mr Houston?

I know about my sister's death.

About who's responsible.

And who might that be?

Harkins.

He was with her. He let Julia die.

It was him.

That's you all over.

Bury it. Move on. Forget the past and
all its sordid little details.

Are you accusing Harkins of murdering
your sister?

He took drugs with her.

He left her dying in the gutter.

Is this true?

He got her into the stuff in the first
place.

The man's scum. He deserves to rot.

Is that enough?

I'm sorry. We'll get him home.

I'm going to have one last go at
Harkins.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, I'll take Robbie.

You check out that alibi for the son.

Sounds genuine, but you never know.

For God's sake, Archie, you scared the
shit out of me.

I like my lawyer to be sharp, naturally.

Not through this crap.

It's just a wee pick -me -up.

Long day.

You know how it is.

No, I don't.

So, you're early.

I don't like being summoned.

He's not in.

Do you know where we can find him? I
don't know.

And I care less.

So, from here to the church is what?

25 minutes?

More at lunchtime.

Carlotta got here at 1 .30 and the
funeral was at 2 .15.

And the priest said she was definitely
there five minutes before the service

started.

Cutting it fine.

Think she's making it up?

I don't know. She was very convincing.

You still think it was the son, don't
you? If she's lying, trouble is I'm not

sure that she was.

Mr Harkins?

Mr. Harkins!

Our friend McGregor's paid a visit.

What?

You didn't kill Jono.

You had an appointment with a man
minutes before we found him.

I'm being set up.

Three deaths and you lot keep coming
back. I've had enough.

You didn't seem bothered when you had me
knocked out.

All's fair in love and war.

Then you won't mind accompanying us to
the station?

I do.

And I won't.

We're being detained under section 14,
Mr McGregor.

I'll have you for this. What are you
going to do?

Set your lawyer on to us?

No, you can't, can you? If someone sees
you, I'll murder them. Kill her, Robbie.

Mummy!

Her wee face.

Seen her there, huckled like that?

I'm still waiting.

You're not thinking straight.

Why would I murder my own solicitor?

Oh, let me think, Archie.

Because he knew too much?

We told him your man Donnelly was
supplying Julia with drugs.

He seemed pretty upset.

Harkins didn't get down with that little
tramp. He was getting his... He was

getting his leg over.

So you knew about her?

Ah, it's a tragic tale. Look, you got
this all wrong.

The lassie died because she stuffed
herself full of crap.

That was her choice. No -one forced her.

Harkins didn't ask to die, though, did
he?

Forensics have been all over that
office. We can place you there.

All right.

Jono.

That's why I went to see him.

But he wouldn't listen, would he?

So you had an argument and it ended
badly.

Very badly for Mr Harkins.

Oh, come on.

You've met the man. He's no spine.

I only need to raise my voice and he's
back in line.

All right.

I was there.

But I didn't kill the man.

I don't do that sort of thing.

No, of course you don't.

You can't come enough to do it for you.

If that's your belief, then you said it
yourself.

I'm innocent.

If you had the brains to look beyond me,
you'd see who was doing this.

So tell us.

You won't get another word out of me, Mr
Burke.

I'm no grass.

Withholding information is an offence.

So is arresting an innocent man.

Well, at the very least, he knows
something.

The trick is finding a way to make him
talk.

I still think it fits Marcus some
better.

But Houston's got an alibi for the first
murder.

Oh, no, Stuart and I checked.

His mother could have made it up.

Well, let's pay her a visit. And let's
ask if she took her boy straight back

from here and kept him there. If she
did, he couldn't have killed Harkins.

What about McGregor? Let me interview
him again.

You're banging your head against the
brick wall, Robbie.

But, boss, I think... That's an order.

Unless you find he's a killie, he'll
just stay away.

Jackie thinks this has got nothing to do
with McGregor.

Yeah, well, I think it has.

Well, I'm getting a coffee.

Right.

Stuart, McGregor.

Robbie, you can.

The boss will have a fit.

If I'm right, he won't.

I thought you'd be Billy.

Is everything all right?

Mark's missing.

Billy's gone looking for him.

So, you believe me now?

Just tell me what you know and I'll let
you go.

I don't help the police.

Fine. I'll have to start asking
elsewhere.

How about I start with your daughter?

Yeah, we'll go and pick her up in a nice
big Polis car. Lights flashing, sirens

blazing. That should scare 11 daylights
out of her.

Leave the lady alone.

I mean it, McGregor. You tell me what
you know or I'll give you a little girl

nightmares. She's only ten.

Julia was ten once.

I thought I might show you a wee girl
her picture.

Tell her that her daddy's the reason
this pretty young thing is dead.

I don't know anything. You're lying.

I'm not.

Right, Stuart, get the car. No!

Look, I know it's not me murdered these
three men.

If it's not me, then it has to be
someone close to the home.

A member of the family?

Well, I'd kill for my little girl. But
her father's already dead.

Baby, I let the girl down.

Besides, that family's not as stable as
it looks.

Meaning? Meaning!

Ask Billy Houston why family's so
important.

He knows we're doing this.

So Mark did come home with you
yesterday?

Yes. Went straight to his room.

I didn't even know he'd gone out until I
went in this morning with a coffee.

So he could have been out all night?

Jonathan Harkins was killed shortly
after we released your son, Mrs Huston.

Now, we both heard a mouthing off about
Harkin.

Do you think it was the same person who
killed all three men, including Davy?

Yeah, well, we're working on that
assumption.

Well, it can't be Marco.

Like I told you, he's got an alibi for
the first one.

Do you mind if we have a look in his
room?

Help yourself.

Believe me, if I could change things, I
would.

But you must see that this is the best
thing to do.

Davy must never find out our secret.

I can't sacrifice my marriage for you. I
just can't.

Can you not see it's breaking my heart?

But it's the right thing to do.

Where the hell have you been?

Your mother's worried sick.

I want to meet.

No, don't tell Mum.

This is between you and me.

Okay, calm down.

No, I'll go straight there.

But tell me, was there...

If not then, come on, let's go.

Wait a minute.

You okay?

It's Mark

We found these in Mark's room.

He's not himself.

He's angry with everyone.

This isn't everyone, Mrs Houston. This
is you.

Yes, Robbie.

Do you think I was right?

You know, this isn't just grief.

Marco loves me.

He's just got a temper.

We want to help you, but we do need to
know everything.

Are you protecting him, Carlotta?

That was one of my officers.

They've just been shot at by your son.

What? They nearly caught him at Billy's
house, but he ran off.

Robbie reckons Billy's his next target.

I don't believe you.

Help us find him.

Billy's already looking for him. If
Billy gets to him before we do, God

knows what'll happen.

Santo Cristo.

His mother's just getting, but it's
worth a try, Robbie.

No, no, I'll meet you there.

She knows more than she's letting on.

See if you can get it out of her.

Keep trying, Billy. Houston's mobile.

I feel right that he finds that parcel
of another body in her hands.

You've already made up your mind,
haven't you? You've decided that he's

Mark's out there with a gun.

He's firing at officers.

You made up the alibi, didn't you?

To protect him.

Look, we timed the drive from the
people's palace to the church.

You've been hard pushed to make the
service.

You made up the alibi, didn't you,
Carlotta?

I'm sorry.

But I know my boy.

He may be angry, but he's not a
murderer.

Why is he so angry with you, then?

You're all he's got left.

You've stuck by him?

You're his mother?

I don't know.

No, I think you do, Carlotta.

Help me understand.

He found out that me and his uncle Billy
are

close.

furious and then it went further and he
started asking questions and

he guessed.

What happened?

Not just about the fair.

This is about Julia too.

What about her?

She never knew that.

Billy wasn't her uncle. He was her
father.

He's here.

He's got the gun.

Unfortunately, the uncle's here too.
What's the situation? Firearm support's

its way.

We can't wait. I want a 50 -yard cordon
round this place. Yeah, I've already got

a uniform, won't you?

Sir, it's Jackie.

Yeah,

Jackie.

It's about me.

Not you.

Not her.

You're sure?

Right. I want you to watch.

I want you to see what you've done to
me.

I've had days.

Remember?

That was 20 years ago.

When you were screwing my mother and
making my bastard of a sister!

You kill yourself and think what it'll
do to your mother.

He's right, Mark.

Get back.

Your mother doesn't want death.

Get back!

And she wants to spend the rest of her
life visiting me in Britain.

I won't go through that.

That's not going to happen, sir.

I know you're innocent.

As soon as I put this down, you'll have
me banged up.

No, Mark, they won't.

They know you're innocent.

They've got the killer.

That's McGregor. He's the killer.

Tell him, Inspector.

Tell him the truth.

What are you telling the truth, Mr
Houston?

Stay here.

I'll find out what's happening.

But she shouldn't be here.

I know, but I'll keep her back.

For God's sake, the boy's going to kill
himself.

Think about it, son.

Where did you get that gun? It's not
yours, is it?

It's his.

He's always had it.

It's the murder weapon.

Your uncle's the killer.

I'm right, aren't I?

I did it for Julia.

I couldn't be her father in life.

I let her down.

He killed my father. He doesn't deserve
to live!

No, Marco!

Get out of here!

I'm here for my son.

Marco, give me the gun.

So you can save your lover.

No.

Listen to me.

Escalte me.

I loved you and Julia equally.

You have to believe that.

It wasn't me, Mama. It was him. He
killed Dad. He killed everyone.

Someone needed to get justice for Julia.

No. You did have this.

No, Marco.

It's easier this way.

Look, you're not a killer. Now, don't
turn into one.

Give me the gun.

I need to explain.

Not much left to explain.

Get in the car.

The lottery.

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