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Thank you.

Can we get some photos of where the car came from?

Yeah, but it's a popular spot for car thieves to dump stolen cars.

Nah, but most of them get out first.

Salvage guys pulled it out early this morning. Went in nose first.

Busted through the gate.

Side window was smashed with this brick and the ignition was hot -wired.

No sign of braking.

Good marks.

Joyrider. Lost control at the last minute.

Maybe.

Take a look at this.

Talk to me.

Okay, well, this damage here was caused by the gates.

That mud in the dent was the vehicle hitting the bottom of the river.

But this... This over here is something else entirely.

A piece of cloth?

He's hit somebody.

What's over there?

Homeless Hortle.

I'd like some of the guests.

Sir!

Take a look at this blood.

He could have been hit here and knocked onto the fence.

Right, get all the suits back behind us. We've done a complete fingertip.

So, what do you reckon?

Until we know who this car hit, I don't even know what kind of crime we're meant

to be dealing with here.

Here's the fiscal.

Bang on cue. 20 minutes late.

Coo's tale as usual, John.

Just to give you lot time enough to cock things up. Well, that shouldn't take

too long.

I've got a car in the drink, dead man behind the wheel, and evidence of some

sort of hit and run.

Hit and run?

Yeah, looks like he smacked into somebody here, then drove straight on

the gates.

Suicidal hit and run?

Excuse me, sir.

The driver, Charles Campbell.

Looks like he's a librarian.

And, eh, it's his own car.

He stole his own car.

With the keys in his pocket.

No wonder I get indigestion.

Where's the guys that found it?

Down there.

Good luck.

Who needs luck when you get good looks?

Hey, Matt.

We'll have to have that drink sometime.

Aye.

So we will.

So is it right that both of you were at police college together?

Aye. He was smart enough to pass the police intelligence exam.

So he became a lawyer.

Right, no bars off.

OK, we've got a right dog's dinner here.

Now, it seems to me we get three options.

One, Charlie Campbell was chasing car thieves and it all went wrong.

Two, he was committing suicide and he accidentally hit somebody. Or three, he

accidentally committed suicide while trying to bump somebody off.

So, how's the search going, Robbie?

Eh, no sign of a body or a trail of blood to the adjacent buildings.

We've put out an appeal for witnesses.

No reports of any injuries at any local A &E departments.

TPs? Give me a chance.

That was your chance, Robbie.

Tell us about the dead man, Jackie.

Charles Todd Campbell.

Librarian, 34, single, lives with his mother.

No debt, no previous convictions.

Never harmed a soul in his life, as far as we can work out.

Clean driving licence.

And that's it so far.

All right, priorities. I want to know who was hit and why a squeaky clean

librarian feels the need to run somebody over and then drive into the Clyde.

Jackie, you come with me.

26 years at this game, I still hate breaking the bad news to the families.

I always tell him to be careful in that car.

He pretends to me he drives slowly.

I know he drives too fast.

Is there anyone we can get to give you a hand, Mrs Campbell?

A neighbour? He's never had an accident before.

Never.

Does he have any enemies that you know of?

Somebody he might have fallen out with? He goes to his book club, you see.

The last Thursday of the month.

Regular as clockwork.

No drug problems or girlfriends?

He used to say I was his girlfriend.

Do you have an address for this boot club?

They would be able to tell you at the library.

Would you mind if we take a look inside his room, Mrs Campbell?

Well, not much in the way of creature comforts.

Do they actually live here?

Do you think she'll be all right on her own? It affects folk in different ways.

There was one time I got hit with a chip pan.

When can I visit him?

Visit?

I'm not... I would want to say goodbye, you see.

He was my only son.

I would want to say goodbye.

Yeah.

I'm sure that'll be all right, Mr Campbell.

They're called.

They are.

Came from a public phone in here. They just said there's an injured boy inside.

Did you phone the cops?

I never phone nobody.

You saw nothing. You know nothing. Right?

I'll get by as long as I have

you.

You all right there, oldie?

I, I, I, I, I, I love you very much.

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, I think you're grand.

Where's the warden?

That's him in the photo.

Uh -huh.

And where is he now?

You're not going to get much change out of Carmen Miranda there.

Will we get any out of you?

Full cooperation with police officers comes as second nature to me.

Frankly, I'm not in the mood, my friend.

Good. Neither am I.

Got a call that you had an injured boy here.

You been hit by a car?

Well, no, from me you didn't.

Hey, son.

Over here.

Did I not see you earlier looking over at us?

No, me.

I must have been your twin then.

Were you down by the river last night?

Can you mind?

Tragic things, short -term memory loss in the young.

Let's check the rooms.

Boss.

What's your name, son?

Liam Forrester.

You've been in the wars, eh?

I fell.

In front of a car?

I just fell.

I was driven by a guy called Charlie Campbell.

Works in the library.

You heard of him?

No.

I think we'd better get you to a doctor. I'm not going.

You can't make me.

Just you watch me, eh?

We'd like to take a blood sample from you, Liam. You can't.

I know my rights.

I didn't invite you in here.

You done here yet?

Yes, for now.

Take your details to the spider.

We'll come back when you decide to tell us what happened to you.

Dead?

Charlie?

How?

I mean, what happened?

There was an incident involving his car.

We're not sure as yet.

This is just dreadful.

You were his manager here?

Yes. He's been here since he left uni.

Did he mention any worries that he may have had?

Anyone causing him problems?

What are you inferring?

I'm just trying to establish his moods and his habits before his death.

I don't know anything about his personal life.

He was a very private man.

About the boot club.

Where did it meet?

Different members' houses.

The last Thursday of the month.

So where was it last night?

My house, as a matter of fact.

Did Mr Campbell seem unduly upset?

I'm not quite with you. At the club, you know, was there an argument?

Did he quarrel with anyone?

Charlie hasn't been to the boot club in months.

I don't know what he was discussing last night, but it wasn't the life of pie.

Depends what you call suspicious.

The man's underpants were on back to front.

Maybe that's just the way he wore them.

Or maybe somebody else dressed them.

You tell me.

OK, so what else?

Subcutaneous antemortem contusions here and here.

Antemortem, so he'd been tied up alive.

Looks like it. I'll do an infrared on them tomorrow. It should be clearer by

then. And what about cause of death?

Inconclusive. Oh, wonderful.

I can't tell you one thing.

Whatever the cause of death, he didn't drown.

If what?

Cessation of life took place before he hit the water.

Are you saying what I think you're saying?

The car was being driven by a dead man.

We're not just dealing with a stolen car.

It does look like a potential murder inquiry.

Well, one thing's for sure, dead bodies can't drive.

Looks like they took the brick from somewhere and wedged it in the

Must have gone straight down here like shit off a shovel.

Come and look at this.

And mind your size tens.

We have a two -car scenario up here.

Two? Those tracks match the car and the river.

But this one was here at the same time.

Excuse me.

At the very least, it's the possible witness.

Right, I want cast of all the tracks.

Any chance of prints on that sunken car? I've got two. A beautiful palm on the

door and a thumb in the rearview mirror.

I want them identified and fast.

Sir? Yeah?

Sue's got a name for the last person Charlie Campbell phoned.

And? Hookie Barkley.

Hookie Barkley?

Mr. Burke.

You see the sign outside?

It's got the number on it.

Well, not exactly ex -directory. Your number was the last one he called.

Why? Let's get one thing straight, Mr Burke.

I don't drown customers.

It has a deleterious effect on business.

How do you know he drowned?

It was an educated guess, on account of the river and the wetness.

Mind if I take a look at your booking records?

We pride ourselves on a minimal bureaucracy here. All right, let's cut

cabaret. Was he in here or not?

Joelle!

Come away through a minute and attend the front shop, hen.

I'm on my break.

This is the police.

And here was me thinking it was the Sally Armour.

Was this punter in the other night?

How good's my memory these days, Hooker? Just tell them, right?

Charlie.

Cleaning his habit last Thursday of the month.

Good tipper. No extra.

No extra?

No. Your man just come in for a sauna and a massage and that was it.

It's more common than you would think, Mr Burke.

He left with his bird.

He had a girlfriend?

She popped in and picked him up. They went off together.

So have you got a description?

Tall lassie, ginger hair.

Wouldn't say she was a snappy dresser, though.

More marks and sparks than Versace, if you know what I mean.

How far does this have to go?

Just tell me the truth.

It's lying that gets publicity.

Do you always meet members of your staff at Saunas?

Charlie and me had been going out for three years.

Three years?

We split up two months ago.

Thursday night told me he wanted to talk.

What about?

Who knows?

He had something on his mind.

But in the end, he didn't tell me what it was.

We just had a coffee.

Well, if it was all so innocent, why didn't you tell me this before?

Sleeping with another member of staff isn't encouraged in the library service.

And that's it?

Yes.

I ran these for a match through criminal record.

And...

And you're sure they're not these prints?

Those are your car thieves. Believe me.

You don't mean the hospital yet?

It was shut.

Must have been a rough day.

We're asking you to accompany us to the station to help us with our inquiries.

Aye, right, so you are. Sure you won't mind volunteering blood and DNA samples?

We're going nowhere.

Right, you in there.

You this way, son.

Did the driver see you bringing in his car?

Is that it?

Do you need to keep him quiet?

We want to help you, Liam.

We've got a problem.

What's that?

We have to work out whether you're a murder charge or not.

Charge me, then.

Your pal's already blaming you.

Nice try.

I never murdered anyone.

Then how come your prints are all over the inside of the car?

OK.

Charge him.

All we did was tan the motor.

The Mondeo? Aye.

Where do you see that?

Ventile Drive.

That new estate up by the loch.

There's a wee cul -de -sac.

That's all we did. Honest.

Okay, son.

You just tell us what happened.

Smashed a window.

James hot -wired it.

Then he drove it down to the river to strip it.

We turned round.

The guy's lying in the back seat.

Never seen that motor in my life.

James said we should make it look like he'd crashed his car into the river.

But the guy's body in the front seat.

I had to go up and open the gate.

But James started it up too quick and it hit me.

So who was driving the other car?

There was no other car.

So you were there then?

No comment.

It was just us?

It was another car.

We've seen the tyre tracks.

Now, if you two were in the Mondeo, who was driving this other car?

Who are you protecting, Leo?

It's a hell of a land to go to for an old Mondeo.

Did somebody put you up to this?

You're going to let them go?

Until I get something more specific from the pathologist, I've got no choice.

But they're protecting someone.

That means you find out who, don't we?

You'd better get yourselves up to that estate they stole the car from.

Hello.

You haven't seen this car, have you?

Have you noticed this vehicle on the other side?

Do you recognise this car?

No? OK, thanks very much.

Same brick, same glass.

This is the place, all right?

It is miles from Campbell's house. What the hell is he doing here?

Natural causes.

And we're sure.

Well, it was definitely up here.

They would match up the brick.

And there's some broken glass.

Not no one saw anything.

Yeah, OK, sir.

What's up?

Campbell died of natural causes.

Sounds like the boys were telling the truth.

After my attack, apparently.

But the point is, what, if anything, do we have in this pair?

Car, Steph.

That's a bit below your league, I thought.

But the body?

Well, if they're not next of kin, you don't even have them for failing to bury

it.

Sorry, Mark.

I'm a bit pushed. No, no, wait a minute, wait a minute.

See, there's something weird going on here.

I mean, the underpants, the rope buns, I mean, the body was in the back seat,

for God's sake.

Now, do you really think a wee pair of neds like them would have bothered to

hide it? They'd have run like hell.

I'm a lawyer, Matt, not a psychologist.

There's another car up there.

They're hiding something.

That's his movie. We've got a damn hole here about taking and driving away.

I've got a 30 quid fine on the course.

I'm sorry.

Listen, eh?

Aye.

Appreciate it.

Hi, Liam.

What's up?

Speak to Mr Burke.

He's not here at the moment.

What was that about?

It's about the other car.

Come in with me.

No, it was him.

It was Mr Burke I wanted to speak to. He'll be here soon.

No, look, I'll come back later, right? I can take your statement, Liam.

Night, Stuart.

Listen, you come to the pub later?

Still working.

Oh, come on, don't be a square.

I never told them.

Please don't hurt me.

Honest, I never said anything.

Look, I never... Please don't hurt me.

I never, ever... What the hell did you let him go for? He just ran off. I

couldn't do anything about it.

Would you turn that bloody thing off, please?

Thank you.

First thing in the morning, get on to that hostel.

I already have.

He's not there. All I got was an earful from that warden.

When you begin the begin Like

the day of tropical splendour

What a night to remember

When you begin the begin

When you begin to begin.

Son. Son.

Look at you.

Who did this to you?

See.

Do see what?

I'm with the boy.

Not looking too good, sir.

Go with him, sure.

Don't let him out of your sight.

Yes, sir.

We've done a preliminary search. So far, nothing.

Any witnesses?

Well, somebody's phoned an ambulance.

Trying to trace the call.

What in the name of hell's going on here, Robbie?

Maybe we should have another word with our friend at the Palm Grove.

Tortured? How else would you describe being tied up and beaten?

And what are you digging me up about it for?

He was assaulted less than 100 yards from here. Oh, now, wait a minute here.

There's something you need to understand about us, Mr Burke. Give it a rest, you

will. No, this is important.

We're not hoodlums here.

Hookie and me run a good, clean business.

Health and safety, trading standards, the lot. Get off your high horse,

It's a bloody knocking shop.

There was a guy.

Go on.

It was just after you finished with that wee Japanese bloke.

About half past ten. Remember, Joelle?

We heard a racket.

Oh, you mean the old alky guy from the hostel?

He was shouting and bawling.

Aye, he went staggering out that lane.

Staggering? What, injured?

Oh, he was injured, all right.

Been hit by a bar.

Trace that call.

How is the boy?

He's not good.

And neither am I. Now, what did you hear?

Did Liam say anything?

I asked him who was it done it to.

He said something.

I'm a hell of a druce, Mr Burke.

Well?

He said, no safe one.

What? He just said no safe one, or something like that. I can't really

Where had you been when you found him?

Where? Where do you think?

At the pub.

Who with?

It was with Hodge.

Me and Hodge at the pub.

Sir.

Liam Forrester didn't make it.

He died a few minutes ago.

I left the pub before him, so what?

You want to try keeping up with him.

Then you walk right past the lane.

I didn't see anything.

Listen, why are you giving me all this grief? Because that boy lived here.

The phone call came from here.

This was the last place he was seen alive.

Clarty says you left the pub at eight.

You say nine.

Well, he's no much of a timekeeper.

So your alibi is an alcoholic who doesn't know if it's Christmas or

Your witness is the same bloody alcoholic.

You never think of that.

Why would anybody want to kill a 17 -year -old boy?

Torture him to death.

I look after these boys.

Ten years ago, I was in their shoes.

I wouldn't have my hair on their heads.

Unless they had something on you.

What are you on about now? You're on parole, Eddie.

One slip, you're back inside.

What about your pal Grant? Where's he gone?

James headed off this afternoon. I don't know where.

Listen.

If you want to find out what's going on, You should be asking, what the hell

were they doing in Rintoul Drive at all?

What do you know about that?

All I'm saying is it's well out of their usual stumping ground.

It's a hell of a long way to go to steal a Mondeo.

Nothing.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes.

Ellen, come and have a look.

You know, I am beginning to wonder.

I'm watching a video.

Oh,

I told the other policeman we saw nothing.

Yes, but there were those two boys hanging around when I went out with the

Could this lad have been one of them? He didn't have his glasses on.

It may well have been one of them, but I couldn't swear to it.

Yes, Joe.

OK, I'll be there right away.

Sorry, I've got to go. I'll arrange for somebody to take her statement.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Not at all.

Any time.

Where have you been?

Family business.

What sort of business?

I was looking for my mother, as a matter of fact.

Maybe we could help you find her, James.

Forget it.

Why were you two up at Rintoul Drive?

I've told you.

Looking for motors.

There's more to it than that.

There was someone with you at the river.

Who was it? Mickey Mouse?

What does no safe one mean?

Me? Liam's last words.

No safe one.

I don't know.

Is it a safe house? I don't know, right?

I don't know about you, but I'm feeling hungry.

You've had your lunch, haven't you, sir?

There

you

are, son.

Much sauce if you like.

I didn't have too much of a time about either when I was growing up.

You don't know a thing about me and my life.

My mother died when I was wee.

My dad wasn't exactly what you'd call a skilled parent.

My life went right off the rails when I was at your age.

I'm trying to understand.

You're trying to get me to talk, but you can piss off.

Who killed your pal?

You know what?

You're out of your depth, Mr Burke. No, son, you're out of your depth.

You should have been there for Liam and you know it.

There you are.

As much sauce as you like.

What are

these marks?

Liam Forrester's back and body were covered with scars and half -healed

bleeding.

Someone had been subjecting him to sustained violent abuse, and for quite

time.

Grant's mother, sir.

Yes. She left the family home and disappeared.

All right, keep trying, Jackie, eh?

You all right?

I might have messed things up with her. boy, Grant.

I jumped in feet first. Not clever.

Hold the briefing up, would you?

Hold it up.

You heard me.

Sir?

All we did was turn the water.

All we did... All we did... All we did was turn the water.

A perfect DNA match.

So a smoker's present at both deaths. That's right.

And the pathologist is adamant.

Liam Forrester drowned in his own blood. He was tied up, beaten and strangled.

Plus, he had 133 old wounds.

We repeated the house to house with a rental drive.

One unconfirmed ID placed the lad there at the right time.

So what are we saying?

They saw something up there?

Maybe that was where Campbell had his asthma attack.

How do we check that?

We asked the last person that saw him alive.

Antonia Orr.

She lied through her teeth to me.

Maybe she still knows more than she's admitting.

Let's get around there.

Start her up a bit. What do you say, boss?

Yeah.

Yeah, you do that.

I'm sorry, but I can't help you.

Look at the photographs.

Just tell us if you recognise either of these two boys.

Boys?

No. Look, what have these boys to do with Charlie?

They tried to hide his body.

This one here was murdered.

We think it was because of something he may have found out.

About Charlie?

Both Charlie and him showed signs of being tied up.

Well, let's cut to the chase, dear.

We've got two dead men on our hands and someone somewhere knows why one was

hidden and the other died.

And until we find out, you'd better get a youth gun and get with it.

I'll speak, but not to him.

Suits me fine.

Be a romantic fiction.

I know what Charlie did in the last 30s of the month.

I'm listening.

He was into BDSM.

Sorry you've lost me.

BDSM.

Fetish. More specifically, bondage.

Bondage?

I'm not particularly au fait.

It was... It was me that introduced him to it.

I see.

I doubt it.

Look, bondage is... Well, for me it was just a laugh.

But for Charlie?

It's like drug.

Most people could have a puff in the odd joint, but one of them will go on to

heroin.

That was Charlie.

Bondage? Aye, they all went stringing up.

Sir, I've got into Campbell's hard drive. There's something on it about a

hedgehog. Thursday, hedgehog.

Hedgehog?

What do you know about bondage, Stuart?

Not a lot, but I know a website that might.

guy here.

I recognise the face, but he's not a regular.

And what about this boy? I'm very keen to look at him.

Sorry, not a clue.

Could you tell us exactly what all this BSDM stuff is?

BDSM?

Bondage and discipline.

Dominance and submission.

Sadism. And masochism.

BDSM. Yes.

And the sadism?

Giving extreme stimulation.

Just how extreme?

No one gets hurt. That's a fundamental rule.

In case you do, you just shout out a key phrase.

Uncle or whatever.

It means stop. I've had enough.

Look, what is all this about?

We're investigating a murder.

Oh, now, listen, I've got nothing to do with any hardcore stuff.

All right, relax.

Did the name Hedgehog mean anything to you?

No. Sorry.

Could it be some sort of club?

Maybe you should have a look at Poison.

Hmm?

It's the Glasgow BDSM free sheet.

Right, thank you. If you, um, hear anything, please let me know.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Burke?

Yes?

Fancy swapping trenches?

This whole bonded scene thing is unbelievable.

We've got a contact list a mile long. We've got to pull out all the stops. I

want to find James Grant.

Sir? I don't care how, I want him in here, I want him safe.

As for this hedgehog thing, I want this list gone through.

What? I, um... What? What is it?

We found him.

James?

What, he's not... No.

Then what?

What is it?

You're wondering if there's any decorative corridor.

They could wait.

It's ACC torn, sir.

Shut the door.

Take a seat, man.

The boy James Grant made his whereabouts known to us.

With respect, sir, I'm surprised you even know his name.

He attended Bridge Street Station this morning.

What?

Why wasn't I told?

Can you give me your account of your last meeting with the said James Grant?

My account?

Hang on a minute here. What is this?

An allegation's been made that you behaved inappropriately.

What?

He's saying that you propositioned him, offered him money, bought him a meal,

then asked for sex in return.

Do you have any comment to make?

I'm suspending you from duty, pending an inquiry into the allegation.

The IROS will take over operational control.

May I have your warrant card?

So, this investigation's an opportunity for us both.

Is it, sir?

I'm out for chief constable next month.

Yeah, I'd heard whispers.

Cheers, Matt.

If I get it, I'll be looking for a bright DCI to head up the serious crime

squad.

It's a man I trust.

If you're looking for a man to trust, it's as if you speak to Matt Buck. Cut

pitted lips, son.

He should never have met that boy alone, and you know it.

Just make sure you come out of this smelling sweet.

I'm relying on you.

Listen. Listen!

I thought you'd fit in here moping.

So we just ignore him and get in the elbow?

Ignoring nothing.

We all know these charges are garbage. The best thing we can do for the boss

right now is sort out this investigation ASAP.

That boy never came up with this on his own.

Someone's at it.

Someone's trying to screw up this investigation.

Exactly. That's my whole point, Stuart.

What do you mean?

I've just found out who brought James Grant in to make the allegation.

Eddie Hodge.

Hodge is still at the centre of our inquiry. He's got no alibi for the

murder, a dodgy record and ample opportunity.

Everywhere we look, he's there.

So what's the motive, then?

I don't know what the motive is.

We're going to pull him in and squeeze him till we find out.

You're trying to get me to talk, but you can piss off.

You're out of your depth, Mr Burke.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, Mr Hodge.

You've got lovely eyes, sweetheart.

You pass a doublet. Will you cut it out?

Where is he?

He's here.

What have you been up to? I've phoned in my lawyer. What do you think?

Right. Move.

Subcutaneous aneurysm contusions here and here.

There are two carcinoma up here.

It was just ice.

He said, you'll save one.

I wouldn't have my hair on their heads.

You're out of your depth, Mr. Burke.

Someone has been subjected to sustained violent abuse.

You're out of your depth, Mr.

Burke.

Sustained violent abuse.

So what's the big news?

I found the hedgehog club.

How come every stone we turn over, you're lurking underneath?

You're just lucky, I guess.

Why did you put James Grant up to make this complaint? I didn't.

I just took him to the police station.

For God's sake, you were the one that wanted him.

He didn't come up with the story on his own, though, did he? How the hell would

I know?

Look, why is Burke not here?

You don't find well why he's not here.

You wanted to take him off the case, didn't you?

Was he getting too close?

Would you get this through your skull, mate?

I'm telling you the truth.

You wouldn't know the truth if I jumped up and bit you on the arse, Eddie. Three

years for fraud. Aye, and now I'm trying to go straight.

But you bastards just won't let go, will you?

I have got nothing to say to you.

So tell me, where is it?

Here.

Here?

See Mr. and Mrs. Average over there?

She might be a dungeon mistress.

Underneath his shirt, pure rubber.

You're kidding me.

That one.

Looks like a minister.

Lovely man.

Does no harm.

But swaps his dog collar for leather chaps in a riding crop.

They just look like normal people.

They are normal.

Sorry.

Dress code is vanilla.

Vanilla? On top, boring and bland.

Underneath, well.

some answers here.

You cannot behave like this.

You mad bitch.

Will you calm down? You are not going to get away with this. Do you hear me?

Well, well.

The hedgehog fanciers.

We're leaving.

You're staying. That's where you are.

You, sit.

Get lost.

Do you mind?

I mind very much being lied to from the start. Sit down.

Charlie Campbell died at your house, didn't he? Yes.

Why didn't Antonia throw a drink over you?

She's upset.

What about?

She has nothing to do with it.

She's a civilian.

God, stop pulling. What happened to Charlie Campbell that night? This is all

consensual. We're not breaking any laws.

Do you think I care if you dressed up as a dug in rubber and go for walkies?

Tell me what happened to Campbell the night he died.

Show us your ID card.

What? Your warrant card.

Where is it?

Never you mind about my card.

We're telling you nothing, Mr Burke.

You're not even part of this investigation anymore.

Now let us go, or you're in even worse trouble.

You'll regret this.

We've only got six hours and he walks.

Yeah, I know. Get around to his place and take it apart.

Hello? That's not ready. What are we going to find? How the hell could I

Do it.

Hello?

Sorry, sir.

I don't have much time, Jackie. You have to move with us before they get a

chance to prepare.

Her name is Helen and Kenneth Marsden.

Rintoul Drive.

No, don't worry. You can't even miss it. There's a bloody hedgehog in the front

garden.

We had been playing a game.

What sort of a game?

Think strip Monopoly with rope.

OK.

OK.

So? Tell him.

Tell.

Charlie was tied up.

Suddenly, he went red.

He stopped breathing.

It was an asthma attack. Whatever.

He was lying right here.

But his heart had stopped.

He was dead.

Then what?

We untied him, dressed him, then put him in the car.

Why? Some of us were scared stiff and panicked. We've got neighbours, for

sake. I'm a marketing executive.

You sell double glazing. The idea of this all coming out, it was too much. We

were arguing so much, we didn't realise the car had been stolen.

By the two boys, you just happened to be passing.

We knew nothing about them.

The next thing we heard, the car ended up in the Clyde.

There is something else, though. You've said enough.

What is it, Mr Martin?

This was going to be Charlie's last visit with us.

The tastes were becoming somewhat adventurous.

How do you mean?

Violence.

He was into real pain.

Not our thing at all.

We wanted him voted out.

Neither of you two smoke.

I've been trying to give up.

We're going to take some DNA samples and impound your car.

And I want a list of all the names and addresses of your guests that night.

A murder inquiry.

Let me make this clear.

Those boys didn't act alone.

There's someone else behind all this that put them up to it.

And murdered Liam Forrester.

But who?

Why?

That's exactly what we're going to find out.

So, now we know for sure it was natural causes.

And we know where he died.

Yes, sir. Good.

That at least wraps up the body in the river case.

We'll pass the file down to fatal accident inquiry, then. George?

Not sure it's as simple as that, sir.

What do you mean?

Well, the dead boy's prints were found all over the sunken car, and he was

killed just after trying to tell Mr Buck something about the case, so we think

the two deaths are linked.

As far as I can see, you've already got the guilty man in custody.

No, I'd get nothing out of Hodge. Then try harder.

But forget Campbell.

Understood.

Whatever you say, sir.

But I don't understand.

Richard Campbell, your son was leading a double life.

I'm afraid that we believe you've all done some kind of clandestine activity.

One of the boys who stole her car has been murdered.

Now, it won't be long. Please, will you take a seat? My son is dead.

Can I not be left alone?

Sir,

up here.

What are you doing?

Tell me what you're doing up there!

Don't touch his things!

Charles, the life is being stopped!

Leave them!

Don't touch anything!

What are they doing up there?

Answer me, please! What are you doing?

There's nothing much to do with cruel and free consent.

These boys were getting real pain inflicted upon them.

It's not sexual.

It's just pure, wanton cruelty.

This guy in the hood.

You're too tall to be Charlie Campbell.

I appreciate you coming to meet me.

I must be off my bloody head.

Things are grim, Matt.

James Grant has gone AWOL.

You've no idea where he is?

Me?

No clue.

What the hell have you done to rile that bastard Torrance?

Torrance was a pen pusher.

He's an assistant chief constable on the make, which makes him a good friend and

a bad enemy.

Either way will suit me.

You never did know how to play the politics, did you, mate? Look, there's a

young boy dead here. What are you forgetting now? I've forgotten nothing.

But you'd better wake up and smell the coffee, my friend.

I don't know who and I don't know why, but someone in the executive corridor

it in for you.

And for that poor bastard at the hostel.

Eddie Hodge.

You never got this from me.

It's a police check, Dorothy, on Eddie Hodge.

Torrance is typing.

Turns out that Hodge lost his last job because of allegations of child

molesting.

How did Torrance get it?

See if he can charge a discipline for that. It was personal. How the hell

I know?

Be careful.

Do you want the spy?

I don't want to see it again.

Ever.

And I didn't give it you, OK?

Thanks, John.

Watch your back.

Hey. You hear me?

I hear you.

Robbie. Jackie.

Take a look at that.

What is it?

One of these tapes that have been used before.

It's Joelle from the corner.

There's something I'd like you to take a look at.

It's a police check on Eddie Hodge.

I'll get it looked over. Stuart?

I'd advise you to act on it now.

Could I have a word?

You put me in charge, sir.

I know that.

I've told you, my officer will investigate it. And until he does, I've

thought to visit.

So if you'll excuse me.

Jackie.

So, how did you end up in a torture video?

I don't believe this.

Charlie liked to have me video him getting massaged.

I made up a tape for him. That was that honest.

Honest? Honest?

You told me no extras for that client.

Aye, no extras for you, mate. It was just my wee bit of pocket money. This is

meant to be a partnership.

What if the VAT found out?

VAT? When the hell did you ever declare extras on the VAT?

All right, all right.

Give me peace.

Enough.

Joelle, what about the heavy stuff?

What heavy stuff.

That was it, Mr Ross, honestly.

Have you found that other boy yet?

No, we haven't.

What's that about?

Do you believe her?

I'm sorry to say I do.

Gemma, this came in a taxi.

Oh.

Thanks.

What in the name of hell did you let Eddie Hodge go for? Because we ran out

time, sir. Oh, don't give me that!

Could have dug up a parking fine or something.

And how would that have stood on court? With respect, I think it's maybe a bit

too long since you were at the Coal Faith.

You just made the biggest mistake of your career, son.

I'll take my chances.

Sir?

Excuse me.

What's up?

The file on Hodge doesn't stack up.

How do you mean?

The date don't tie up.

Gives the term intelligence a bad name.

Check it again.

But I've already been to... I know, Stu.

Just make sure.

It's important.

What the hell are you doing here?

Trying to help you.

Oh, so you are.

I'm out of here. Listen. I have done nothing. I know you haven't.

What?

There's a file here.

Says you were fiddling with wee boys in June 2002.

I was locked up in the barrel.

Winning that football match.

Let me see it.

Somebody's framing you, Eddie.

I think it's the same person that set me up.

Well, it's too late now.

I'm out of here.

Where's James?

I need to talk to him.

I can't help you.

You know something, Eddie, don't you?

Help me, man.

What were those boys mixed up in?

Please.

Look, I've got no details, but...

That is something else getting the wits out of James.

Something that got Liam Forrester killed.

So where is he now?

He's looking for his mum.

He's what?

James is looking for his mum.

Where?

Where do you think?

You found her yet?

Come on, James.

You've got to stop running.

Just leave me alone.

I know we didn't get off on the right foot, son, and I'm not going to bullshit

you.

I need your help, and I think you need mine.

Somebody put you up to those charges against me, didn't they?

Look, how do you want this to end?

You want to wind up like Liam, dead before your time, because that's where

you're headed right now?

I don't listen to a word I'm saying.

Listen to me. Listen!

What's this all about?

For God's sake, tell me!

No safe word.

What?

No safe word.

It was what Liam was trying to tell you.

No safe word.

No word to stop the pain so you keep on getting tortured.

He said he would help me find my mum.

That was how it all started.

I think I know who's been doing this to you.

He's more powerful than you, Mr Burke. He's a coward, hiding behind his

position.

Just take me to where it happens.

Please, son.

Working a bit late?

I was.

Yeah, I was just working through some results.

It was about the Forrester case. I'd appreciate seeing them as soon as

ready. Of course, sir.

Good night.

Which one is it?

Top floor.

Burke knows who killed Liam Forrester, and he's gone after him.

Who is it?

Are we going to have that drink now?

I'd sooner drink Bucky with those boys down at the hostel.

I still know that your social habits haven't changed since our college days,

man.

How could you do that to those kids?

We're different animals, Matt.

Professional curiosity.

How did you get to me?

The Marsners knew I was suspended.

Torrance never told them.

My team never told them, so that left you.

Purely circumstantial.

I've got two cigarette ends that place you down at the river and in that lane.

Watch your back.

You never would have made a cop, John.

No, James.

James, no!

You're better than that, son.

You okay, boss?

Are you in charge of this investigation?

Yeah.

And arrest that for the murder of Liam Forrest.