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It's gonna go from 147 We're at Glencoe to Villastar. There's no sign of any

prowlers over.

Chris, there's nobody here. Come on.

Morning, sir.

Her name's Margo Phelps.

30 years old, married to Todd.

That's him there.

You can see for yourself there are signs of a struggle.

But no signs of forced entropy.

The husband wasn't here last night?

No. He keeps a boat down the coast.

The West Winds Marina.

He says he spent the night there.

What a struggle into a hammock when you get a place like this.

Well, he had a flat.

And hubby ran off to sea.

And he told you about this flat?

Yeah.

What's he like?

He's very... In control.

Yeah, exactly.

In control.

What?

Next door neighbour says he thought he heard something around 1 .40.

See anything?

He thinks he saw someone skulking around outside the house and that's why he

phoned the police.

Mr Phelps.

DCI Buck.

Very sorry for your loss.

You said you argued with your wife last night. Do you mind if I ask you what

about? Well, the usual thing.

Margot's slovenliness.

My wife was beautiful and vivacious, Mr Burke.

And I loved her to distraction. But she was without doubt the untidiest person

I've ever met.

You see, I hate untidiness.

Mess.

For me, the well -ordered existence is the ideal.

Well, they do see opposites attract.

She thrived amongst chaos.

Look, I know that as the husband, I'm bound to be a suspect, and I just want

say that I'll cooperate in any way that I can. As far as I'm concerned, there is

no aspect of my life that is beyond police scrutiny.

As long as you ask first.

Ask first.

We must bear that in mind, Inspector Ruth.

Absolutely, sir.

Do you argue often with your wife?

Yes. But never any violence, if that's what you're getting at.

You stayed in your boat last night.

I'd have thought in a house this size it must be fairly easy to see out each

other's way after a row.

True. But as I'm having to sell my boat, I need to make an inventory of what a

buyer can expect to get for his money.

I thought I might as well get started.

Having to sell your boat?

Things a bit tight, are they?

You could say that.

Can you think of anybody who'd want to harm your wife?

If I knew who killed Margot, you would have two murders on your hands.

At the marina.

Anybody see you?

Two people that I can think of.

Do you know their names?

Trevor Bovey. He keeps an eye on the tidy lady.

The tidy lady?

My boat.

And the other person?

Archie Ray.

His boat's the Great White. He uses it as a business HQ.

Who was the last person to see you, and at what time?

Well, that would be Ray, at about nine.

I'm granting you carte blanche, because the sooner I'm in the clear, the sooner

you can get after who did this horrible thing.

West Wynne's office. West Wynne's just over that hedge.

Travers, the police. Get the lines.

Hi, I'm Detective Sergeant Reet.

I'm looking for a Mr Ray.

A Mr... Archie Ray. I'm sorry, lass.

Mr Ray's no here.

No -one's bloody home. Yeah, well, I got the hired help.

It appears Mr Ray's in a very important business errand and can't be contacted.

Let him marry Celeste round here.

Still waiting on the PM report, but there would seem to be little mystery

surrounding Margot's death.

There were traces of her blood and hair found on the corner of the table. You

know, the thick glass table.

Fingerprints? Only two sets of, belonging to Todd and Margot Phelps.

Time of death?

Using rigour as a rough guide, I'd say one, two o 'clock.

Well, the neighbours told us Prowler about half one.

Todd says he was last seen at nine on his boat.

So, I mean, he could have swam home from the coast in that time.

Hitting her head like that.

Are we looking at a killing that wasn't planned?

One of their arguments that went wrong, maybe?

No wonder they argued.

What was she doing with a cold fish like that?

Helping him spend his money. Money that was disappearing fast.

Oh, I came across some correspondence from Todd's accountant.

The woman at Meldrum.

The woman that looks after the affairs of Miss Lucinda Anderson.

Lucinda Anderson?

You sure?

That's what it said in the letters.

Tell him I worked with his accountant.

We'll find out how straightened his circumstances really were.

When I was told Lucy Anderson of Bowman Meldrum, I thought, nah, can't be.

Got tired of living alone in London, Matt, so came back to the old hometown

the old job.

That was two years ago.

You seem to have landed on your feet here.

That's Jack.

Got out of prison a month ago.

He's in Glasgow too.

You back together?

Oh, no.

When the lawyer said our marriage had broken down irretrievably, they were

on.

Jack just called round to my office to say hello, that's all.

How about you?

Oh, I'm afraid the lawyer's got it dead right in my case as well.

Look, have a seat.

I'll get us some coffee.

Great.

What can they want, then?

What can they know?

We'll find out soon enough.

What? Well, they're bound to be back.

All we've done is buy you some time to calm down and think straight.

So, Todd Phelps.

He inherited a small engineering firm, expanded it a hundredfold, sold it.

Despite how he might come across, Todd is a risk -taker.

He likes to sail close to the wind.

Bottom line?

If I were him, I would be concerned about my financial health right now.

But I expect money worries are the furthest thing from his mind.

How well do you know him?

Well, what can I say?

He's all right.

What I do know is that Todd was obsessed with Margo.

Obsessed if husbands sometimes kill their wives.

As the wife of an ex -policeman, you should know that.

The ex... Wife of an ex -policeman.

Sorry.

Listen, talking of Jack, have you got an address for him?

Oh, you want to contact him?

I'll give him a shout, yeah.

Thanks, Lucy.

What?

Well, I just thought maybe dinner one night, you know, we could catch up, talk

about old times.

Dinner?

Yeah, if you don't fancy it.

Oh, no.

It sounds nice.

Good.

I'll give you a call.

Hey!

Yeah, well, you can't miss her, sir.

It's the biggest boat in the marina.

All right, I'll go and talk to Ray.

You two try and get a hold of Bobby.

Sir.

Oh.

There are ships coming in.

What can I help you with?

Eh, Todd Phelps claims that you saw him here the night his wife was murdered.

Can you confirm that, Mr Bovey?

Yeah, he said that, um, he and Margot had fallen out and that he was staying

board for the night.

You look after his boat, do you?

Yes. Trevor looks after a couple of boats, not just Todd's.

What I mean is that they're not best friends or anything.

He lives on board here, so when people find that out, they ask him to keep an

eye on their craft.

That's all.

No -one's accusing your brother of anything, Miss Bovey?

I was just trying to put things into context.

And you would know if Mr Phelps had come back on his boat since his wife's

death? There's been nobody aboard.

Chief Inspector Buck, CID.

Archie Ray.

Can I just jump on or do I have to get piped aboard?

It went well yesterday.

Well?

Your business meeting.

My officers spent a lot of time trying to contact you.

I wasn't taking calls.

What is your business?

Security.

I also own some restaurants, pubs, clubs, amusement arcades.

And I'm a venture capitalist.

I invest in fledgling businesses.

High risk, high return.

A lot of fingers and a lot of pies, eh?

Can we get to the point? I'm a very busy man.

Todd Phelps.

He was out here the night his wife was murdered. Came round to borrow a bottle

of wine.

I loaned him a nice charade.

And what time was that?

Nine o 'clock.

I went home at half past.

Do you always stay so late?

Well, as you can see, this is more an office than a boat.

Anyway, I love being here.

Peace and quiet.

Fresh air.

How did he seem, Mr Phelps? Was he calm?

On edge?

Can't say I noticed.

I think he croaked his wife.

Croaked? Mr Ray.

That's the kind of language I'd expect from the lower ranks.

Not like the captain.

As I said, Mr Burke, I've a busy day ahead.

No other questions.

Robbie!

Yeah, I told Mr Bovey we need to see Todd's boat.

He had a very kindly read to open up for us.

Get back to the station.

Check out this Archie Ray. Why, what's up?

Just curious.

Some of these boats must be worth more than my house.

Your house and my house put together.

Wow, what's this? It's a very pistol.

It's used for firing distress flares.

Looks old.

Yeah, antique almost.

I expect Kotler was including it in his inventory.

Jackie.

Take a look at that.

Anything? Nothing.

Sir, looks like it's been ransacked.

Try round the back.

So what happened?

I disturbed an intruder last night.

We struggled and he ran off.

I've just been to the local chemist to get some witch hazel for the bruises.

Have you reported it?

I was about to, but here you are, so I needn't bother.

Can you describe your attacker?

I'm sorry, I couldn't see much. He was wearing a mask.

Why are you here, by the way?

Well, here about a bottle of Shiraz.

The one you borrowed from Archie Ray. The one you didn't open because you had

full wine rack of your own.

I'd forgotten our Lord Ray's stocked up.

I didn't feel like wine after all.

Especially since I took a look at the label.

What's so important about that?

It's just a man intends to kill his wife. He knows he'll be a suspect. So

does he do?

Pass. What does he do?

Well, he establishes an alibi.

Now, Trevor Bovey's not a problem because he looks after your boat, though

have every reason to speak to him.

But, Archie Ray, you need to find a good excuse to go round there.

Like borrowing a bottle of wine you didn't need.

Is there anything you'd like to tell us to save us an awful lot of trouble in

getting to the truth here?

If you mean am I ready to confess to killing my wife, the answer is no.

I'm not a murderer, Mr Bove.

I think he was lying about the wine. Mind about that intruder.

You see, his nose was growing while he was talking to us.

I mean, who waits till the next morning to report to? I think he's still our

best bet.

Let's keep digging.

You're a regular eater, aren't you, Jack?

Who would you recommend to eat this?

You're going out?

Yeah, I might.

Yeah, well, if they ask it. And St Vincent's Street, that's very nice.

If they ask it.

Right.

Boss, this Archie Ray, he's got a dodgy security firm. If you don't hire him,

bad things happen in your premises.

Well, doesn't that surprise me?

I can imagine they've got a fledgling enterprise that he invests in.

Very nice.

I wouldn't mind a bit of that.

Sorry, pal.

Already spoken to.

I'm hoping this is still your favourite tipple, Jack.

It's still the same, Matt. So get yourself and that bottle in here

Good to see you, Matt.

Through there.

I'll just get some glasses.

Right.

Here we are.

Thanks, Jack.

Old times.

Old times.

Take a seat, Matt.

Cheers.

What have you been filming?

It's called Places of Significance in the Life of Jack Anderson.

I've got shots of the house I was born in, the schools I went to, the place

where I first met Lucy, the church we were married in.

What about this wee thing?

Miracles of Modern Technology.

Must have put you back a good few quid.

Ah, not me.

It's a gift.

From a friend.

So, uh, why the nostalgia trip?

Why?

Because I'm moving.

New Zealand.

I've always wanted to go there, so I decided I would.

Spend whatever time I have left there.

Whatever time you have left?

Aye, some ticker problems.

They're quite clear if I take care, I could go on forever.

But, hey, who wants to take care, eh?

And what about London?

Any nostalgia for there?

Tell me what you heard.

The drug squad found a load of heroin in your lock -up.

Heroin and bank books with your name on them.

Correct. As the criminal classes would say, I was pitted up.

I'm told two drug squad boys are supplementing their income.

I'm told to go get them.

When I'm just about to lift a pair, their rug gets pulled from under me.

The squad knew where to look for that stuff because some of their own put it

there.

Looking back, it was beautifully done.

Just picked up the PM report on Margot Phelps.

No surprises, considering we already guessed the cause of death.

Isn't that her, Margot?

Yeah, this is the website of the Westwind sale training company.

That guy's Trevor Bovey, one of the owners.

What about the photograph?

It's photos of all the people they've talked to sale.

Take a closer look.

Tell me what you think.

I think that if a storm blew up, those two would take shelter beneath the

nearest duvet.

Do you still enjoy the job, Matt?

Most of the time, yeah.

I admit it.

God, how I miss it.

That was a good copper, right?

Right.

Slipping a bit now, though.

See, a good cop would want to know how I got his address.

Oh, I know how you got it.

Lucy called round.

Told me you'd met. Mentioned this cape you're on.

Expect the husband's in the frame right now, eh?

Part of the course, that.

Told us he spent the night in his yacht.

Gave us a couple of witnesses.

One of them's a guy called Archie Ray.

Ever hear of him?

Ray?

No. Does he ring any bells?

He's got a form. I just wondered if you ever came across him.

I'm sorry too, Jack.

Eh?

I'm sorry I'm going to have to leave you alone with all this fine whiskey. Stay

and have another one, man. Prior engagement.

Well, it was good of you to come round.

A man needs to know he's still got friends.

Sure.

And, hey, we'll have to tie one on before I fly out. Right, Matt?

Oh, that is a definite, Jack. That's a definite.

Listen, Jack, you and Lucy, you're over the divorce thing, aren't you? Oh.

Well over it.

Divorce was the right thing for both of us.

I want you to go with him.

Me? I'll wait by Star Archie.

Listen, you recommended him.

He bottled it with Phelps.

So you'll go with him this time. I never said I was a killer. Shut up!

Come on, now, Dick.

It was good of you to come at such short notice.

I'm glad I did.

You're regular here?

No, I usually eat another wee plate.

Oh, what's it called?

It's called La Microwave.

Do you know how much?

Hardly ever these days, to be honest.

Really?

I would have thought a woman like you, there'd be plenty of dinner invitations.

Oh, I get them, but I never accept.

No? No.

Well, I'm flattered.

Well, we are old friends.

Cheers. Do you miss married life?

I don't miss being married to Jack, no.

But, um... There are times when I find being alone, well...

Not much fun.

I love you.

Thank you.

I'll see you at your door.

No.

No, it's all right.

Good night.

Good night.

That's Jack.

That's him.

I've asked for a quick post -mortem, but the now looks suspicious.

We think he was dumped at the waste plant, having died elsewhere.

He deserved better than this.

I know you get whoever's responsible.

In fact, I'm certain you will.

If there's anything you can tell us, anything Jack said or did any threat...

There's nothing.

As I said, I've only seen Jack once since he came back to Glasgow.

He told me that you saw each other after that. What?

He said you called round to his flat. You said that we'd met and you told him

about the Phelps case.

Oh, that.

I phoned.

He must have meant that I phoned.

I'm sure he said you called round. I only saw him once. Why would I lie about

that? Right, Lucy, nobody's saying you're a liar.

If you say you only saw him once, you only saw him once. I must have picked

up wrong.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

You've been under a lot of stress.

I'll get somebody to take you home. You'll keep me informed?

Sure.

Okay, Stuart.

Let's go and see if we can find out who had it in for Jack Anderson.

Could Anderson's death be connected to the Phelps case in any way?

I mean, Mrs. Anderson was Todd Phelps' accountant and Jack Anderson's ex -wife.

I thought of that, Robbie, but I think at this stage we treat it as a

coincidence.

Sir, I was just saying, I've got a feeling that Trevor Bovey and Margot

were having an affair.

OK, talk to Bovey again.

Gemma, keep me posted on the sign.

Yeah.

Trevor Bovey, she says.

A guy with an old boat and a pair of jeans.

Listen, women like Margot are only interested in two kinds of men.

Rich men and even richer men.

I'm not saying that Trevor wasn't affected by Margot's death, but maybe

just a sensitive type, you know?

Exactly. The type that some women can't resist.

Count me among those sisters.

You? Oh, yeah.

I've always found sensitive men tend to be very attentive lovers.

In fact, I remember this one guy cried his eyes out watching Titanic when it

time to retire for the evening.

Well... Yeah?

Is that a new hobby?

Bird watching.

So how did you two meet?

Oh, Jack arrived in London shortly after I did.

We shared a flat together while he trained at Hendon.

Just became good pals.

Well, you know, it's like the Scots abroad.

Twice the monthly part as we haggis the menu, whiskey in the glass and Jimmy

Shand on the hi -fi.

London's hardly abroad, though, is it?

For some of us, abroad starts at Gretna, Stuart.

What do you use that for, do you think?

Collection footage of memory lane, he said.

Looks like the very tape, though.

Looks like he was keeping some kind of log or diary.

Kelvingrove Park, Tuesday, 2 to 3 .30.

Swimming pool, 4 to 5.

Lionel's Wednesday, 2 .30 to 4.

Look. What?

That's a Swiss telephone number.

Tyler.

How do you know it's Swiss, by the way?

I had this friend once.

He was a lovely guy.

He went to work for the Red Cross in Switzerland.

Bonjour.

Je parle avec qui?

Excusez -moi.

Je me suis compris de numéro.

It's a bank.

A Swiss bank.

What do you make of that?

I don't know.

Let's call it a day here.

Go back and pull Jack's service record. I want the name of everybody he put away

while he was in Glasgow.

Do you think someone could have borne a grudge against them?

Occupational hazard.

And where will you be?

Talking to Mrs Anderson.

Robbie? Yeah?

Do you want to wait here?

I want to keep the mood right.

Sure, excuse me.

Todd Phelps.

Well, well.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Do you know, it's a shame.

We've got Margot tagged as a bit of a gold digger.

Do you think we're right?

I can see how you might think that.

Todd is some years older.

And it's what I thought when I first met her.

But you've changed your mind.

Yeah.

It's turned out to be something quite different.

What was that?

A friend.

She wasn't more than that.

What?

I see a lot of people's reaction to death in this job.

I see saddened friends and neighbours, distraught relatives.

And I see disconsolate lovers.

I... Yeah.

Margot and me, we were... Trevor, I need you to... We were just friends.

And you're sure of that?

That's what I said.

Is there something wrong?

No.

Everything's fine.

Everything's just fine.

A Swiss bank?

Why on earth would Jack need a Swiss bank?

I hate saying this, but that drug business in London, is there any chance

it wasn't a stitch -up and that Jack was still involved with them?

By putting the money into a Swiss account?

I don't know.

If Jack was up to something, he didn't tell me.

That's what it's like being a policeman's wife.

Sometimes you get excluded from things.

Didn't you know that?

I've heard it said.

Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure that Trevor and Margot are having an affair.

I was really getting to him. Then his sister turned up acting like a minder.

Does he have an alibi for the time Phelps was attacked?

No.

No, he doesn't.

Listen. I may have been wrong about Trevor and Margot, but I just don't

that Trevor Bovey could beat up Todd Phelps. I mean, I saw Todd in action

He was giving Archie Ray the mother of all dress -and -downs, and Archie just

stood there and took it.

You're kidding me. No.

From what I saw, Todd would be well capable of dealing with a sensitive Mr

Bovey. Unequally capable of smashing his wife's head off that table.

So, Jack Anderson.

Stuart.

One very successful cop put away a few violent offenders in his last couple of

years up here.

This conviction might be of interest.

Jack told me he never heard of Archie Ray.

Then he was lying.

He put him away for manslaughter in 92.

Ray was loan sharking, leaned too hard on a debtor, got five years.

So Jack wasn't exactly in this bastard's Christmas card list.

Gemma, what have you got?

Well, the post -mortem shows Anderson died of heart failure, probably brought

by being badly beaten up.

Forensics?

We found sawdust on the soles of his shoes and at the bottom of his trouser

at the rear.

When we took a closer look at the sawdust, we found traces of carbon

as well as heavy saturation by salt water.

Thanks, Gemma. I think we've heard enough.

Get your bucket and spade. You and me are going for a wee trip to the seaside.

He couldn't have been more wrong in your case, could he, Archie?

Who? The guy who said crime doesn't pay.

You've seen my record, then?

Right. Can I ask you a question?

How come we never bumped into each other way back then?

Because I was with a Met way back then.

Otherwise it might have been me that put you in the jug and no Jack Anderson.

And me that you threatened.

When you were being taken down.

You shouted you'd get even with Anderson and his family.

What did you mean by that?

I was angry.

Anderson pissed me off.

He was clever and a cop.

Not a good combination.

Maybe you wouldn't have been smart enough to catch me.

Maybe.

Or maybe that's still to be seen.

I believe Anderson walked along this pontoon the night that he died.

And being dead, he couldn't quite make it back under his own theme, so he was

dragged.

What do you think of that?

Why should I think anything about that?

Because Jack put you away.

Because you made threats against him. Because he was killed at this marina.

Because you keep your boat here. Jack Anderson might well have been here, as

said, but he was not on this boat. Or can you prove otherwise?

I thought not.

So you just listen to me.

I've come a long way since the bad old days.

Measured at quite a mile, about four million miles.

And that can buy me a whole pack of snapping, snarling lawyers.

And you'd do well to remember that.

Thanks, Archie.

For the man who takes a bollocking from Todd Phelps.

What was all that about, by the way?

Don't know what you're talking about.

I didn't come out here thinking I could nick you, Archie.

I just want to let you know that in my book, it's a case of once a cop, always

cop. And that means the file in Jack Anderson stays open until the day I

into heaven.

Or until his killer's sloping out on some overcrowded nick.

Whichever comes first.

Carbon monoxide.

Sodast. And seawater.

They all match with the deposits found on Anderson's body.

You. What are you doing here?

No.

Hold it a minute.

The pathologist says time of death was between 10 and 11, Miss Bovey.

Where were you at that time?

I was at a boat owner's committee meeting.

The boat owners elect a committee to put their points across to the marina's

management.

The meeting broke up late, 11 .15, 11 .30.

And where was that?

A local hotel.

Todd Phelps was there.

He can vouch for me.

Are you sure this wasn't just a terrible accident?

I don't think so.

Who would want to harm your brother, Sam?

I can't think of anyone.

Morning Gemma. Hi.

Sound something?

I'm not sure.

This burn mark looks fresh.

And there's one on that hand shovel too, see?

Is it okay to go inside?

Yeah, yeah, go ahead.

Had a look at Archie Ray's phone calls. And? There are three interesting

numbers. One belongs to Walter Glass and one to Dennis Pride.

I checked and Glass is a long -time associate of Ray's, while Pride belongs

younger generation of thugs. They both got records for violence.

If Ray got himself muscled to deal with Anderson, they were almost certainly it.

And the third number?

Margot Phelps.

OK, let's get these boys in for a wee chinwag.

Sorry to have kept you.

No, you're not.

Let's just get on with it, eh?

Absolutely.

How well do you know Todd and Michael Phelps?

Both got boats at the marina.

Step above nodding terms.

Nodding terms?

So you didn't socialise with them, didn't communicate, didn't keep in

No.

I didn't do any of that.

On the night Margot was murdered, you phoned the Pelps house at five past ten.

You were on the line for more than half an hour.

What did you have to chat about?

You and Margot.

What we spoke about is private.

But if you really want to know, I'll give you the gist through my lawyer.

Oh, there's no need for that.

Not yet.

Can I be frank, Mr Glass?

You can be whoever you like, son.

We know that Jack Anderson died of heart failure.

Maybe whoever beat him up didn't mean for him to die.

You're barking up the wrong tree there, Sonny Jim.

Do you really think Archery is going to risk everything he's built up just to

get even with some bent copper?

Well, he said he would.

That was way back then.

Mr Ray doesn't strike me as the type to make empty threats.

I've said all I'm going to say, so either you let me go or get me a lawyer.

So this Anderson might have put Archie away.

What's that to do with me? I had no reason to harm the man.

Your record tells me you don't need reasons, Dennis.

Just cash.

Up to your knuckles, by the way.

You look bruised to me.

I fail.

Look at it this way, Dennis.

Anderson's the next cop.

His mate and the wigs and the gowns are going to come down hard on whoever did

this thing.

On the other hand, if someone would seem to be cooperative...

You were called from Archie Ray's phone, right?

What are the calls about?

A job offer?

Stiff an ex -cop for a couple of grand?

You've got this all wrong.

Oh, yeah?

How's that?

Ask his ex -wife.

What exactly did this pride say?

That he heard that Ray had already taken his revenge on Jack.

Did he say how?

Nobody said you would know how.

Me?

That's what he said.

He's lying.

Jack denied even knowing Archie Ray.

Why would he do that, do you think?

I really have no idea.

No?

All right, Lucy.

Thank you.

That's all right.

You have to follow things up.

Right. I'll see you out.

Have you got work?

Yeah.

I like to be in the safe side.

If there's anything you need, Lucy, just give me a call. You've got my number.

Look what I found amongst Trevor Bobby's belongings.

Read the inscription.

For Trevor with love, M.

As you can see, it didn't come from a lucky bag.

Tell me you traced the sales record.

It was bought by Margo Phelps.

They were meant to sail for France the next day.

They were going to live there.

Trevor didn't want the affair made public.

He didn't want Margot's name dragged through the mud.

I wanted it kept secret for other reasons.

What were those?

This is a young business.

A scandal like this could finish us.

When did Trevor last see you?

On the night she died.

When Todd said he was staying aboard, Trevor went round to the house.

The PM report said there was no sign of financial activity.

Trevor said that Margot was very on edge.

Todd had become suspicious of her, accused her of having an affair.

You said there was nothing Trevor could have told us.

According to Margot, Todd was always accusing her. Your brother's been

The woman he was having an affair with has been murdered.

Yeah, when we asked you who might wish your brother ill, you couldn't think of

anybody. Not even Todd Phelps, the man they were both deceiving. But Todd

couldn't have suspected Trevor.

Why tell him that Margot was on her own?

That doesn't make sense.

Doesn't it?

What if Todd was testing your brother?

You think about that?

You know your suggestion that Todd was testing Bovie?

Well, he also told Ray that Margot was home alone.

Maybe he was testing Ray as well.

Maybe Todd had a couple of candidates in mind.

Gives them both a combination to Margot's charts that he built and sits

waits.

They were having an affair.

Your wife and Trevor Bovie.

Rubbish.

They planned to run off together.

I said rubbish.

Not true.

We know you suspected Margot. We know you accused her. And now she and her

are dead.

I didn't suspect her. I never accused her of anything.

And as for Bowie's demise, I have an alibi.

Yes, Mr Helps, we know that.

Then why are you here?

We need access to your bank account. We thought it would be polite to ask first.

Bank account?

Why? Oh, it's just something we do sometimes.

I can get a warrant.

No, that won't be necessary.

I've already told you, I'll help in any way that I can.

Anything from the bank?

Yeah.

Todd Phelps did give money to someone, but they couldn't have killed Bovey.

someone was dead when Trevor got topped?

Jack Anderson.

Anderson?

Why would Todd give Jack Anderson money?

You've just answered your own question.

Maybe. Stuart, that notebook we found at Anderson's flat.

Go and get it, would you?

I think I know what killed Trevor Bovey. It was a hole in the head, wasn't it?

Yeah, but what made the hole?

You know the scorch marks on the deck and the hand shovel?

They were both made by burning magnesium.

Magnesium? Yeah.

Whoever killed Trevor Bovey fired a magnesium flare at him. You know, a

distress flare.

The flare then landed on the deck and ignited.

The killer then used the hand shovel to flip it over the side.

I think the flare was fired from one of these.

Was it?

It's called A Very Pistol.

I know because I've seen one before.

On Todd's boat.

I've commissioned a statue of Margot.

Life -size, based on the Lillehaufruhr. The Little Mermaid?

In Copenhagen.

Margot loves swimming. She said it was good for her figure.

In a sense, after this statue's been sculpted and erected, Margot will be

again.

Come in.

Trevor Bovey was killed by a flare from a very pistol.

It's like the one you have in your boat.

Had on my boat.

That pistol has gone missing.

Very convenient.

You deny suspecting your wife of having an affair?

Correct. Now, can you explain why you're making payments to Mr Jack Anderson?

They were loans.

Mr Anderson was the former husband of a friend of mine. We met when he called at

her office.

No, we don't believe they were loans.

We think you paid him to keep an eye on Margot.

No, you've got it all wrong.

We found this at Mr Anderson's flat.

At first we thought it was some kind of a diary or a log, but now we know

different.

Lionel, 2 .30 till 4.

Well, being a kind of short -backed and size -mad myself, I didn't quite

appreciate the significance of that entry. Thank God for D .S. Reid here.

Yeah, it's one of the best -heared records in town.

Margot kept an appointment on the same date and time as specified in the

notebook. Oh.

You still say you didn't hire Anderson? I loaned him some money.

As for the entry in his little book, I can't explain it. I shouldn't have to.

Do you honestly think I would take his word over hers if he'd come to me and

accused her of being unfaithful?

A corrupt policeman.

Do you honestly think that?

I'm sorry I don't buy it.

I think Mr Phelps is right.

I don't think he would take Anderson's word against Margot's.

Call Gemma, would you?

Tell her to go over here.

And tell her to bring a fingerprint officer with her.

Hi. Want some fingerprints taken?

Thank you, Gemma.

That window ledge and all the chairs from the patio set while you're at it.

that window?

The nosy neighbour said that all the blinds were closed that night.

That window provided the only view into the house.

He needs to stand on something, surely?

Well, I just reached the nearest thing to hand.

I'm hoping Anderson did the same.

No, sorry, sir.

I don't get you.

Yeah, well, Phil said he'd never taken Jack's word alone. He needed more than

that. So you still believe that he paid Anderson to follow Margot? Sure he did.

And he was waiting outside here the night Margot died.

Anderson? Well, the camcorder we found at his flat.

Probably bought for him by Phelps to record proof positive of Margo's

infidelity.

But if he witnessed that, why didn't he come forward?

Why?

Jack was just out of the jail.

He was living in a pokey flat in Studentville. Suddenly, he's got a Swiss

account and plans to head for a new life in the sun.

Blackmail.

Anderson's prints match ones we found on the window ledge and one of the chairs.

So Jack was at Todd's house.

Whatever he caught in tape got him killed.

If only we could get hold of the tape.

Yeah, Anderson could have put it anywhere.

Safe deposit, hole in the ground.

Given to someone for keeping his ex -wife, maybe.

But who says we need the tape?

If we're right about what's on it, we've as good as got it, haven't we? Yeah,

good thinking, Jackie.

OK, start with pride and glass. I've got to go out.

You fit?

Yeah.

We owe Mr Ray an apology, Dennis.

Oh?

Yeah.

We thought he'd had Jack Anderson punished for putting him in jail.

But when we saw that tape, well, we knew we were way out.

The tape Jack Anderson was using to blackmail Ray.

You know.

The one you and Glass tried to get back.

Killing Anderson in the process.

That tape.

Wait. Wait a minute.

We never killed him.

We took him to the boat, sure.

We roughed him up a bit.

That he had a heart attack right in front of us. I don't believe this.

He just begged out.

Who's going to believe that with the history between Ray and Anderson?

And when it comes to shifting blame, well, Ray and Glass go way back.

They're bound to start pointing the finger at you.

Maybe if you were to co -operate with it, Dennis, we'd be less inclined to

believe them when they do.

Archie was seeing Margot Phelps.

He was crazy about her.

When Margot started avoiding him, Archie got suspicious.

He phoned her that night.

She said she was expecting her husband home well.

He knew she was lying.

So he went round there and waited.

Then Trevor Bovey arrived.

After Bovey left, he went in.

Archie, I'm sorry, you can't come in.

Please, the husband's so suspicious, he's been accusing me.

Yeah. What was Bowie doing here, eh?

Look, I don't know what happened in there, but with Archie's record, he'd

haven't done for a long time.

When Archie saw the tape, he was raging.

He sent me to put the squeeze on Todd Phelps.

Pal of mine's being blackmailed. Did you send that tape? Did you?

The tape of my pal and your wife.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Liar! It must be Anderson.

I hired him. An ex -policeman. It must be him.

I called Archie. Told him what I'd found out.

And he told me to kill Phelps. But I couldn't do it.

I'm no killer.

Then Anderson died.

Archie thought the blackmail would stop, but it didn't. Do it.

Just do it.

He had to kill Trevor Bovey.

Is that enough?

Have I given you enough?

I'm really sorry, Lucy. I tried to stop him. It's okay. It's fine.

Are you looking for this?

It's the master copy.

I'll try and give you this for safekeeping.

That's why you lied about being in this flat, isn't it?

Oh, Matt.

I really don't know where to begin.

I can't believe you got involved in this for the money.

Did Ray get to Jack after all? Is that it?

Jack always suspected that Ray was behind him being fitted up.

After Jack went to jail, Ray came to our house.

I was alone.

He raped me.

At knife point.

Oh, I felt so ashamed.

I'm very sorry, Lucy.

When Jack got Ray killing Margot on video, we saw a chance to get even.

We wanted to put him away.

Then why the hell didn't you give the tape to us, for God's sake?

Jack was broken and broke.

This was the last chance to be happy. To make a new life for himself.

Jack wanted Ray's money.

So with Jack dead, who gets the money now?

Todd Phelps.

Todd was involved in the blackmail.

When Jack died, I wanted to call a halt.

But Todd wouldn't let me. I became obsessed.

I have to go.

I tried to stop it.

to call a halt. Todd wouldn't let me. I became obsessed.

When you had killed Margot, you would have two murders on your hands.

I became obsessed.

Two murders on your hands. I tried to stop it.

I tried to stop it. I became obsessed.

I became obsessed.

I see.

You got something for me?

The tip?

What the hell's this?

Justice! Mr. Peltz!

Archie Ray's going to live.

He'll be a nabby for the rest of his life.

I don't understand.

Why did they murder Trevor Bovey?

When you told Todd about that tape, you effectively signed Bovey's death

warrant.

Todd had power over Ray.

Power you gave him.

He made Ray kill Bovey.

I swear to God, I didn't mean that.

You should have given me that tape.

It didn't have to be this way.

Of course you're right.

But I'm a victim too, you know.

Matt?