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Through the ministry of the Church, may God give you pardon and peace, and I

absolve you from your sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of

the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Thank you, Father.

See you later.

Yes, I'll be over in ten minutes or so.

To make you a confession?

No.

There's something I need to know.

What sort of thing?

The penance.

For what I've got to do.

This is all wrong.

You can't... No.

This is the right thing to do.

These people...

Morning, Jackie.

Morning. So who found the body? It was those two bin men.

We thought it was just some guy sleeping off the booze, but then we saw the

blood.

Oh.

Looks pretty nasty. No, technically it was a nice clean kill.

OK, he bled to death and that would take some time, but what did the trick was a

single stab to the kidneys.

He'd have lost consciousness very quickly. He might not even have known

happened.

I'd say you're looking for someone right -handed... Using a long, thin blade

with a serrated edge.

A single stab wound.

Does that suggest the killer knew what he was doing?

It's hard to say at this stage.

The knife he used might tell us something.

I know. I'll get a search started.

What time did it happen?

Oh, say, between midnight and three in the morning.

OK.

By the way, there was a wallet in his jacket pocket.

Here you go.

Ryan, you too.

22A Donovan Gardens.

Oh, that's just the other side of the main road.

OK, when the guys decide to get here, tell them that's where they've gone.

Thanks.

He got here very quickly.

Bloody hell.

You sure it was Ryan?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

When did you last see him?

About 11 or so last night.

And where was that, Hugh?

No, in the Union Bar.

We all met up for a few pints.

Then what?

Hello.

I left first. I went to that new club in Gibson Street.

Came back here about half four or so.

I stayed a wee while longer, then Ryan went off.

What time was that at?

Sorry, I can't remember.

Things were getting a bit hazy by then.

With the drink, I mean.

So how did you get back here?

My shoes must know the way.

So this is someone that Ryan went off to meet.

Do you know who it was?

I don't know. He didn't say.

Had he quarrelled with anyone recently?

No. Look, we didn't know Ryan that well.

You only moved in here a couple of months ago.

OK, lads, we'll be back to check Ryan's room.

Make sure you don't touch anything until then.

Still can't believe it.

Robbie.

Has Jackie got a new man in her life?

Doubt it. Hasn't been a smile on her face for ages.

Why, have you asked her about it?

Aye, I just get blanked every time.

What? Right, double the stretch, Eddie. We need that knife.

Look at there.

Kane? Yeah, well over the limit for personal use.

It wasn't just their hangovers. There was something else going on.

We probably knew he was dealing drugs.

That's us here.

I hate this bit.

Well, this job can't be fun all the time.

Certainly isn't for you these days.

Yeah, I've just got things on my mind, that's all.

Can we just get on with this?

There's a terrific wee place just down the coast, about 15 minutes' drive.

Best secret paella you've ever had in your life.

I think they have to see you. The seat's wrapped in.

Damn, it's those bloody parking tickets again.

I wanted to tell my client we could have a word.

I was barely 18 when he was born.

I used to joke that we grew up together.

What about brother and sister?

What about Ryan's father, Mrs Petrie?

Do you want us to contact him?

It's not Mrs.

The man you're talking about's long gone and good bloody runes.

Ryan's second birthday.

That's the last time.

Look, I'm sorry to have to ask you questions at a time like this, but... if

want to catch the person who did this, then... That's OK.

On you go.

How long had Ryan been dealing drugs?

I don't know. Wait a minute.

Miss Petrie, we found enough cocaine in his body for him to be charged with

supplying.

So don't tell her that it was for his personal use.

I don't know anything, that's all I'm saying.

Look, we're not judging Ryan.

But if we want to find his killer, then we need to know.

Okay.

It was just for us and his pals.

It wasn't anything big time, you know?

Us?

Who do you mean, us?

Me and him.

Put a hash in me and a bit of coke.

It was like I said, it was like we grew up together.

I don't see why a wee bit of hash has to do with...

As usual.

Hello, Toots.

How you doing?

So, just how much are we talking about?

Could you make it 5 ,000?

It's only for a month, I promise.

Are you sure?

I sign the contract tomorrow.

I get the first instalment in a month at the most.

And I'll pay you back straight away.

Proper offices.

Instead of this pokey wee place.

You were happy enough when you first moved in here.

That was two years ago. I was just getting started.

It's the wrong image for where I am now.

Okay.

Okay, I'm sure I can find it from somewhere.

But I need it back in six weeks.

Otherwise the tax boys will be all over me.

Dad, you're brilliant.

Oh, and can I get the check today?

Jackie, I don't know if this means anything or not. We found it when the

was moved.

Looks like part of a church leaflet or something.

Times of services, etc.

I managed to identify the printers on the other side, and according to them,

it's from a church called St Cordelia's.

Can I help you?

I'm Father Gower.

Oh, I'm Detective Sergeant Reed.

Strathclyde CID.

Oh, dear.

What have I done now?

Yes, it's one of ours.

Where did you find her?

Beneath the body of a murder victim.

A student called Ryan Petrie.

Does that name mean anything to you?

No, I don't know him.

Are you sure?

No.

I've never seen him before, here or anywhere else.

You Darren Mackay? Who's asking?

D .I. Ross, D .T. Fraser.

Found your name and number on Ryan Petrie's speed dial. So what?

So we run your name through the computer.

Find you've been done for drug offences.

Dim and distant past.

You sure?

I mean, all these students around, you know what they're like, don't we?

All I serve them with is alcohol.

Did you serve Ryan Petrie last night?

We know he was in here.

Yeah, he was in, but again, so what?

He was found murdered this morning. That's what.

Did you talk to him last night?

No, I was really busy.

It was with those two guys he shares a flat with.

Tariq Hussain and Sean Davis?

Yeah, Tariq headed off and Sean and I stayed for a while.

Well, Sean got pissed we're here.

Somebody's already spoken to both of them.

What is it, Darren?

I'd say Sean was pretty sober, a couple of pints in the most.

You sure?

What about Ryan?

What sort of state was he in?

Same as Sean.

He headed off half an hour after Tariq.

Was that the last you saw of Ryan?

Well, apart from seeing him downhill there.

He was at the corner talking to some guy.

What time was this?

During my break, so it must have been around midnight.

Anyway, they talked for a bit, then headed off downhill.

Can you describe this guy?

No, it was too far away.

And he had his hoodie pulled off.

Fiona?

Fiona, it's me.

round again later, okay?

Bye.

You're sure it's the same M .O.? Definitely.

A single blow to the kidneys from behind.

Hell of a thing for anyone to discover, let alone her father.

I called round to give her a check.

She wasn't in.

So I left a message.

And I went back an hour or so later.

How did you know something was wrong?

I just did.

Fiona and I, we've always been so... close.

So this time I forced the door open on us.

In God's name, I'm going to tell her mother.

Talk to all the key holders from the shops and offices right here.

We need to know if anybody was seen coming in.

Boss, she had an appointment here at 4 .30. Mr Scott, telephone number's in the

diary. Get a hold of him, fast as you can.

I've tried it, got nowhere.

Stuart. Checked with the network.

The phone was reported stolen three weeks ago.

Keep on it.

I'm going to find the link between Fiona Marshall and Ryan Petrie.

Get all the background stuff you can in a row.

What about talking to Sean Davis again?

Ryan's flatmate?

What for?

Well, he told Jackie he couldn't remember much about it last night

was drunk.

But the guy we spoke to at the student union, Darren Mackay? Ryan's drug

contact? Yeah, yeah. He said that Sean had a couple of pints at most.

Okay. And ask him if he knew Fiona as well.

We have to find this link.

If there is one.

You think he's just picking victims at random?

Let's hope to God not, Robbie.

Fuck it all, fuck it!

in here anyway.

Well, walking away from it's not going to solve anything, is it?

Are you going to let me in?

I'm busy.

Are you busy feeling sorry for yourself?

Alec! Where have you been?

I tried to get you on the phone.

Oh my God, Alec.

What's happened?

Claire, I'm sorry.

Miss Fiona.

She... She's been...

Mrs. Marshall, I think we'd better

take a seat.

Look, I was freaked out hearing about Ryan.

Okay, I wasn't drunk last night.

I didn't want to be asked a lot of questions out there and then.

Sorry. Well, now that you've recovered your memory... That's what I mean.

There's really nothing I can tell you.

I talked to Ryan in the bar after Tarek left.

Then Ryan went off as well and I headed back to the flat. How did you meet Fiona

Marshall?

Sorry, who? You've never heard of her?

And Ryan never mentioned her?

No.

Doesn't ring any bells.

Is that it, then?

Can I go?

No, you can't.

Let's talk about drugs, Sean.

I should have known you'd find out.

Look, it had nothing to do with Tarek and me.

When we found out Ryan was dealing, we nearly threw him out.

He only got to stay when he promised to keep his business well away from us.

And the flat.

And you never bought from him?

Or maybe enjoyed a freebie? I don't do drugs.

If you want to test me, go ahead. I've nothing to hide.

Is there anyone we can get to stay with you?

No, it's all right.

Thanks.

Now, you said you had some questions.

Yes, if you feel you can cope.

I always do.

All right, then.

Does the name Ryan Petrie mean anything to you?

Is that the one that killed her?

No.

No, he was found dead as well this morning.

We think there might be some connection between that and what happened to Fiona.

I've never heard of him.

How did Fiona seem recently?

Was there anything bothering her?

Not as far as I know.

Is there something wrong?

Maybe I imagined it.

I thought I saw someone in the woods at the back of the house today, watching

me.

Around lunchtime?

Could whoever it was have been the little fion?

I wouldn't have thought so.

She'd not lived here since she left school.

Even then, she always led her own life.

One big happy family.

This is Marshall.

I'll arrange for a couple of uniformed officers to be outside on duty through

the night.

We'll all go out with full shirts in the woods first thing in the morning.

There's a great wee chip shop just down the road from here.

I'm starving. What about you?

No, I think I'll leave it, thanks.

All right, phone Robbie and Stuart. See what they fancy.

the cold by that mother, no?

No, I think it's more complicated than that. Really? How?

Sure.

Is this the truth?

It will be on the news and in the papers tomorrow morning.

For God's sake, this has got to stop.

Not until it's finished.

I won't let that happen.

How are you?

Well, I feel a bit more human.

Right. Where are we?

Well, um, Sean Davis has admitted lying about being drunk.

He knew Ryan was dealing, but I think he just wanted to keep clear of the whole

mess. Any link between this Sean character and Fiona Marshall?

No. Nothing we can find so far.

All right, what about Fiona herself?

Checked her CV on her laptop.

Private education, head girl at school, then university.

Here in Glasgow.

Same as Ryan Petrie. Yeah, but we're talking six years ago.

Yes, Orion would only have been 14.

Jackie, all right, what about her private life?

Did her parents say anything about boyfriends or...? Nobody current,

to her father.

Seems she was very focused on establishing her own business.

Left no time for anything else.

I've been having a think.

You know how Claire Marshall said someone was watching at the woods?

Well, if that's her killer, why?

Fiona has her own flat. Why not watch her there?

We'll ask her when we catch her.

Robbie, I want you to keep an eye on that search in the woods.

We should go to another ward with Yvonne Petrie. See if she can think of some

link between Ryan and Fiona.

OK.

Wouldn't mind speaking to the priest again.

What for?

I've just got a feeling he was holding something back.

Excuse me.

What priest is this?

All right, but Yvonne Petrie comes first.

Hello? Hello?

Remember us?

It might be an idea to tell us what the hell you're talking about.

Especially if the score stands that dead people too are nil.

Is that your idea of a joke?

Aye, it is.

Lighten up, Jackie.

The joke never hurt a corpse, did it?

Aye, very good, Robbie.

Am I missing something here?

That's the best thing I've ever done, you know that?

You didn't seem so pleased with it last night.

I was playing it with the critics, would they?

Useless parasitical bastards.

But everything's all right again now.

Sounds like a bad one.

No link at all between the two victims?

Not so far.

Anyway, don't waste your time worrying about that.

Just you concentrating yourself.

God, I'm sick of that.

I mean, if I'd concentrated more on us and less on my career, we might still be

married, don't you think?

Ah, the world's full of ifs.

Thank God you're here now.

Listen, that last dose of medication's kicking in.

You might as well go back to work.

That's 20 minutes I've been stood here.

I'm sorry.

I had something to do.

Fiona Marshall?

Never heard of her.

Are you sure you wouldn't rather discuss this in private?

I'm behind schedule already.

OK.

Do you recognise her?

There's a more recent photograph.

Never seen her.

Least not to remember.

Do you think the man that killed her might be the same one? It certainly

that way.

Which is why we need to know of any possible link between the two victims.

Could there have been some kind of relationship between them?

What, you mean like a one -night stand?

I can't see it.

She's too old for him, for one thing, and she doesn't look like his type.

He liked girls that knew how to enjoy themselves.

Like me.

You were telling me how proud he was of me.

When did Ryan leave home?

When he went to university?

No.

Not till last year when he met Sean, the computer guy.

Have you got a problem with Sean?

He tried to get money out of me.

He told me he was going to go to the police about me and Ryan doing drugs

together unless I gave him money.

And did you?

No.

No, I told him to go and get stuffed.

So what did you do?

Nothing. It's all black in the end, but you should do something about it.

You know what the chances are of finding anything in this kind of environment?

I mean, anything that might help you.

Yeah, we need every straw we can clutch at. Is it that bad?

Over here.

Could be somebody just playing around.

Yeah.

Can you see what he was looking at whilst he was doing it?

Fiona didn't live there.

Why would he be hanging around here?

Maybe she was out for a visit.

And he was following her.

We've already been told.

Put the path behind you and move on.

Turn my back and walk away, you mean.

The church's position was made clear to you from the outset, and you agreed.

All I said was that I understood what was being said to me.

Don't split hairs, father!

What I'm giving you now is an order from on high.

No high enough for me.

Then you risk finding yourself transferred out of here.

And abroad, if necessary.

Shall I take a seat?

It's all right, Sergeant.

I think the Monsignor's nearly finished with me.

Good timing.

What was that all about?

He doesn't like the way I do my job.

And vice versa.

How long have you been here?

About two years.

Before that, I taught at the Alba College in Rome.

But my roots were calling me back.

Must be a strong root.

Rome's a beautiful city.

I spent my honeymoon there.

Yes.

I fell in love with it, too.

But it can be oppressive.

It can wrap you in a cocoon, cut you off from the real world.

Anyway, what can I do for you?

I'm not sure if you've seen the paper, but yesterday afternoon someone else was

murdered.

A young woman, Fiona Marshall.

I got the feeling we hadn't finished our conversation yesterday.

Yes, you're right.

Something I should have told you.

But it just seems so bizarre.

One night last week, Tuesday it was, I was hearing confessions.

The last penitent was Mithis Bry, and that's my housekeeper.

At least I thought she was the last.

But then this man came in.

He said he needed to talk to me.

He said something to the effect that some people would have to die.

That's what God wanted.

I told him we should talk outside. I mean in the church, outside the

confessional.

But when I got out, he was already gone.

Did he say what people?

Well, can you describe him?

No, not really. It's dark in there. He was just a silhouette.

So would this Mrs. Bryce have seen him?

I don't think so. She never mentioned it.

The one thing I can tell you is that he seemed to be wearing a sweatshirt with

the hood up.

Goodbye, Naomi.

Stephen?

The victim's name is Stephen Imrie.

The body was discovered with the woman he lives with. Her name's Susan Watson.

Through in the back there.

We'll be through in a minute.

What the hell's been happening here?

You may well ask.

Looks as if he was hit on the back of the head first to knock him out.

And tied to the chair before he was stabbed.

Yeah, that's the way it looks, but... But what?

The blood on the back of his head is almost dried up.

which means he was knocked out and tied to the chair quite a while before he was

stabbed. I'd say, oh, at least half an hour, maybe more.

Anything else done to him?

Not that I can see.

I know this doesn't make much sense, but it looks as if the killer just left him

to sit there.

Watching. What?

The killer wanted him to watch the destruction of his paintings.

He wanted this man to suffer.

Why would somebody do that, Stephen?

He never did anyone any harm.

Could someone have been jealous of him?

The work he did, the money he made from it?

No.

No, I mean, Stephen was a good painter, but, well, he didn't make much money

from it.

That's why he had to teach part -time at the art school.

So

how

long have the two of you been together?

Just over a year.

We met at the Hobmanay party in George Square.

It turned into a great night, even with all the trouble.

How do you mean?

Oh, there was a fight or something.

They said somebody died afterwards.

I don't know the details, but we had to give statements.

But I never saw anything.

We were in our own wee world.

Did Stephen give you that?

The bruise?

No, of course not.

Look, he didn't mean it.

The critics didn't like his last show very much.

And, well, he was having a really hard time, you know?

See?

Exactly the same.

It's the killer's signature or some damn thing.

Anybody get any idea what the hell this means?

No.

This guy was hanging about outside and he tried to make a run for it when we

challenged him.

Darren Mackay.

I'm sure I shouldn't have done it.

I was coming to see Steve and he's a mate.

You guys are swarming all over the place and I seen one of the cops that was

giving me a hard time yesterday.

I thought this looks bad.

I need to get out of here.

You think yesterday was a hard time, Darren?

You haven't lived yet.

OK, we'll be done. Tell me that.

How did you meet Fiona Marshall?

Divorce me.

Fiona Marshall.

I've never heard of her.

Don't you read the papers?

Just the sports pages.

Listen to the news.

No, it's got nothing to do with me.

So how come you knew Stephen Emery?

From the bar at the art school?

No, a football match.

We ended up in a pub afterwards.

You're a dealer.

No way.

You mean him reading every drug?

Even when he was painting for hours at a stretch?

If he did, it's none of my business.

What were you doing this afternoon before you turned up at the studio?

Just hanging about.

Anybody hanging about with you?

No, I was on my own.

And what about yesterday, between four and six?

Went to the gym.

Not sure what time I left it.

How about the night before last, between midnight and three?

I worked till half one or so.

Then we're home.

So, in fact, you get no solid alibi for any one of these three murders that

we're investigating.

Doesn't make me guilty, does it?

I did see someone this afternoon when I was going to the studio.

Paul Ryan's... Sean.

Sean Davis.

I shouted at him across the street. He'll remember seeing me.

What does this sign mean?

Is that a message?

A signature?

Number?

41 something?

No. That's not the way Roman numerals work.

Wouldn't be a gang's tag, would it?

I doubt it. But check with community liaison anyway, see if it means anything

them.

Any other ideas?

All right, Gemma, how do we stand on forensics?

Well, DNA everywhere, but no matches with the database.

If everyone in the world was on file, then great, but as it is...

Let's try and stand back a bit from the detail. Let's try and see the big

picture here.

A student, a businesswoman, an artist.

Wait a minute. You want to hear the results of the toxicology report on

Marshall?

Tested positive for cocaine.

Regular youth, but not heavy.

What about Emory?

I've only got the preliminary results, but, yeah, he took a lot of

Do you read? So all three of our victims used drugs.

Once in your jar with... Yes, I remember.

Yeah, like 27 % of all... What could I do for you? Between the ages of 18 and

40. Even so, it's about the only connection we've got between them. Could

by later on today.

Which brings us back to Darren Mackay, our friendly guy to the drugs trade.

And the man with no alibi.

Except maybe for Sean Davis.

We're going to have to check that out.

So, Jackie, Stuart, I want you to recheck the alley where Ryan Petrie's

found and Fiona Marshall's office.

See if there's any trace of that sign.

Robbie, you and I are going to pay Sean Davis a wee visit.

Well, maybe he didn't have time to leave it.

Someone was coming. Had to get out fast.

Right, Stuart, let's make a move.

Jackie!

I've got it.

OK.

Let's go over to Fiona's office.

We don't have to.

It was on the whiteboard.

Amongst the scribbles.

I was looking straight at the bloody thing.

Oh, great.

What difference would it have made?

Well, we'll never know, will we?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean...

God see what's happened.

Stop! Police!

Step

out

of the car, please.

He deserved everything he got.

Miss Petrie, I know this has been a difficult time for you.

But that doesn't give you the right to drive your car at somebody just because

you don't like them.

Well, you weren't going to do anything about it, were you?

About what?

I told you.

He tried to extort money from me. He threatened to go to the police.

That's a crime, isn't it?

It's a game you're designing.

No, it's research.

You OK?

I'll survive.

No, thanks.

So, what was it all about?

Ryan's mother.

No idea.

I mean, I always knew she didn't like me because she thought I was taking Ryan

away from her.

But only she knew the truth.

And what is the truth?

He was desperate to get away from her.

The apron strings were getting tighter and tighter around his throat.

And you thought he should cut himself free?

Yeah.

I mean, you should have seen the way she carried on.

Like a 40 -something teenager.

Now that she hasn't got him to try and keep her young, maybe she'll grow up.

We were talking to Darren Mackay earlier.

Have you seen him recently?

Why are you asking?

Is he a suspect?

Just to ask the question.

Yeah.

From today, matter of fact.

He shouted at me across Dunbarton Road.

But Sean Davis never made good in this threat, did he?

For what?

So we need some proof.

Like a witness to this conversation.

It was on the phone.

Don't make a habit of recording them.

So then really it's your word against his?

Luckily my office was talking to Sean Davis right at this minute.

So let's just see what Sean's got to say about this.

All right, all right.

You don't want me to make the call?

So does that mean you're withdrawing the accusation?

I suppose so.

Because, in fact, it never happened.

Look, I can understand.

It's not easy bringing up a child and then letting go. I've been there myself.

It wasn't letting go.

It was having him taken away.

The poison that Sean used to pour in his ear about me.

I'm sorry about today, but I was so angry about it. I just... I wanted to

him suffer.

Listen.

When you get your hands on whoever killed my wee boy, will you let

me have a go at him?

Will you?

Just five minutes alone with him, that's all I need.

Sergeant. Thanks for dropping by. I do appreciate it. I'm sorry it's later than

I had hoped.

This case keeping you busy, then?

Yes, well, perhaps the information you've got will help speed things up a

I hope I didn't give the impression I could be of direct assistance.

I'm sorry. I should have chosen my words more carefully.

So why do you want to see me?

Well, I spoke with Father Gao earlier today.

I gather he's helping you.

Yes.

Is there a problem with that?

Not as long as I'm present at all future interviews.

Like a lawyer, you mean?

As a lawyer, I would say. I completed my degree before entering the seminary.

So why should you be present?

For Michael's own good.

Strictly between ourselves, I'd describe him as a troubled soul.

In what way?

He's had problems in the past, and they're hanging over him a bit. They've

him a little unstable sometimes, you know.

Getting fixated on things, misinterpreting them.

And are these problems connected with this girl, Angela?

No.

But that's confidential.

Anyway, thanks for dropping by.

And as I said, it's much appreciated.

I was out for a run. I lost track of time.

I'll be with you in a moment.

Sorry, the wee boy's getting christened soon and I need to sort out a few things

with him.

Can you wait 20 minutes or so?

You can stay here or go to the church house.

Yeah, well, it's funny.

My boss calls me a dyed -in -the -wool heathen.

But I have to say I could be doing with a peace and quiet.

Well...

Traditionally, churches have always been places of sanctuary.

For heathens and anyone else.

Twenty minutes.

Any idea where the hell Jackie is?

Is she not here?

No. Good. She's doing my head in.

Why, she did go to me earlier.

What the hell's wrong with her boss?

Oh, I don't bloody know.

Every time I ask her, she says it's purple and brings down the shutters.

I can't go on like this.

I know, Robbie.

I know.

Tell me it's none of my business if you want to, but I get the feeling that this

case isn't the only thing on your mind.

My ex -husband's in a hospice.

I'm sorry to hear that.

How long do they think he has?

A few days at the most.

You have people you can talk to about it? Your colleagues?

No.

He made me promise I wouldn't tell anyone that he was ill.

He wants it to be just him and me.

Were you married for a long time?

Not as long as he would have wanted.

Any children?

No.

We were both too career -minded for that.

In different ways.

It's mostly why we split up.

He was on one path and...

I was on another.

It's funny.

He was always so confident.

So in charge of himself.

Knew what he wanted and how to get it.

Now he's so weak and helpless that...

In some ways, I've got feelings for him that I never had before.

And in another way, you just want it to be over and done with.

So you can get on with your life.

That's nothing to blame yourself for.

Having feelings isn't a sin.

It's acting on them that causes the problem.

So who's Angela?

There was a photograph of her in a file on the Monsignor's desk.

He insisted it had nothing to do with you, but it was obvious he was lying.

Tom Jarvis is trying to use you to find out things about my private life.

I think you'll understand under the circumstances.

If I don't play along.

Yeah, fair enough.

I'm sorry, I have to begin hearing conf... No.

No, please.

Stay, as long as you wish.

Thanks for the sanctuary.

When?

Sorry I'm late, Ford.

You had to be a habit.

Yeah, well, I suppose it depends on your priorities.

I'm sorry, what's that supposed to mean?

Look, can we just go on with the job, if that's all right?

No.

No, it's bloody well not all right.

I want to know what's up with you.

It's private.

And I've told you that already.

Not anymore, Jackie.

I've cut you all the slack I'm going to. Now, your problems, whatever the hell

they are, are getting in the way of this investigation.

Yeah, well, maybe I've just got more important things going on in my life.

God's sake, we're dealing with three murders here, maybe more on the way.

What's more important than life and death?

I couldn't agree with you more, sir.

All right.

All right, where are we?

Well, Darren McKay seems to have made himself scarce.

His flat's empty and he's packed in his job.

Really? That's interesting.

I keep feeling the heat, Bart.

I mean, Darren's lowlife, but he's not a killer.

And Sean Davis did back him up.

Yeah, but the timing's vague, isn't it?

I mean, all that really does is put Sean near the studio as well.

Get Darren's details out to Uniform. Tell him to keep an eye out for him.

What about the killer's graffiti?

Graffito.

That's the singular.

Graffiti's plural.

Not that it really matters, I can see.

Well, singular or otherwise, community liaison, I've never seen it before.

The only thing I've managed to turn up...

It's a record of some witness statements the marshals gave just over a year ago.

Concerning what? I don't know. The copies of the statements weren't

the file records.

I'm going to work on this sign.

Find out what the hell it means.

Jackie, where are you going?

I've just remembered.

I've seen something like that before.

You know what it means.

Jackie!

Sergeant.

I'd appreciate the courtesy of... What are you doing?

What's this book?

It's part of a set.

17th century commentaries on the Gospels.

Tell me what that means.

It's an old way of referring to parts of the Bible.

From St. John's Gospel. That's the J at the end.

Then chapter 10, verse 11. Why?

What does this mean?

L.

That's St. Luke.

Must be chapter 10, verse 31.

Whatever that is.

Verse 31.

And he passed by on the other side.

From the story of the Good Samaritan.

Now, will you kindly tell me what's going on here?

I need to borrow this.

Don't worry.

You'll get it back.

Look, I told you, I want an explanation.

Sorry.

It's confidential.

And he passed by on the other side.

Yeah, the story of the Good Samaritan.

The selfish people who didn't help the man by the roadside.

And how did that apply to this case?

Could be the killers punishing the victims for being selfish.

Who's this, by the way?

Oh, I don't think she's got anything to do with this case. It's just something I

want to speak to Father Gower about.

Happy birthday, Angela.

Hold on.

How old do you reckon she is?

Eh, about 20.

Angela was the name of the girl in the Marshalls' witness statements.

What statements?

The Marshalls were at the Hogmanay party in George Square just over a year ago.

That's where this girl died.

Angela Robertson, 19 years old.

She's out with her boyfriend, Martin Kearney.

The party at George Square?

That's where Susan Watson met Stephen and me.

This man's Kenny Wilson.

He and Kearney were at school together.

There'd been bad feeling there for years.

It was just their bad luck that they ran into him when he'd had a skinful.

Stuart, check that file for witness statements. I bet you'll find one from

Watson, Stephen Emery and from Yvonne Petrie in there.

This is it.

This is the link we've been looking for.

When the uniforms got there, they found Martin lying on the ground.

They passed out.

A couple of them stayed with him, while the rest went after Wilson. They caught

him a few streets away.

And what happened to Angela?

She got separated from Martin before the police arrived.

Maybe she went to look for help.

She probably didn't even realise that she'd been stabbed herself.

Yeah, we can see from the statements they all gave afterwards, they didn't

realise she was dying. They all just thought she was drunk.

That's why the killer's been punishing them, to make them suffer.

All the passers -by have been punished.

Marshall's lost their daughter.

And Yvonne Petrie lost her beloved Ryan.

Stephen Emery was forced to watch his paintings being destroyed.

And his death made Susan Watson suffer.

Yeah.

Punishment and suffering.

That's what this was all about.

And Martin Kearney's the one that's been handing it out.

D .S. Reid.

We've got to get our hands on Kearney. Fast.

What do we know about? Have you got an address?

We haven't found one yet.

All right, Jackie, I want you to... I'm sorry, sir.

I'm going to have to go right away.

I thought the police would have closed in by now.

But it's over now.

You've closed the book.

I thought I had.

But how much did that woman...

What women?

It was almost ten o 'clock by the time we finally arrived at that lovely wee

hotel next to the Spanish Steps.

And I just wanted to collapse on that bed and sleep.

But you said no.

I can't waste a night in Rome.

And you dragged me out.

And we found that posh restaurant.

Remember with the tables outside?

And there was a power car.

And all the lights went out.

And they were all running about trying to find candles.

And then the magical thing happened, didn't it?

You put your arm around me.

And you said, look.

And then you pointed up to the sky.

And it was full of stars.

More stars than I'd ever seen before.

My God, does she think she's playing her?

No trace of Martin Kearney?

Not a thing, sir.

It's like he doesn't exist anymore.

Oh, come on, Stuart.

He's the victim of an assault.

The case was going to trial.

The fiscal's office must have a file of photographic evidence.

Yeah, they did.

But they've lost it.

They could have found out more about this Father Gow character while he was

about all these murders in advance.

I've already told your Sergeant Reid.

I don't see how it can be of any further assistance to you.

What does the name Martin Kearney mean to you? Look, I told you.

I can't be of any further assistance to you. Are you trying to protect Father

Guy from us in some way?

Do you suspect him of something?

I'm not prepared to discuss this any further with you.

Are you listening to me, you smug bastard?

We are conducting a murder investigation here. And if we think you're holding

something back, you're going to find yourself under arrest for obstruction.

How dare you threaten me? And if you think that's the worst it can get, you'd

better think again.

Wait till the press go into this story.

So I suggest you start answering my colleagues' questions now.

When Father Garrow applied to come back here from Rome,

He said that he wanted to return to pastoral work.

But it was known that there could be another factor.

And what was that?

Before he left Glasgow for the Alba College, he'd had an affair with a woman

parishioner, a married woman.

And there had been a child.

Father go.

Are you there?

Something's happened.

I need to speak to someone.

Tell me his name.

His real name.

It's Martin Kearney, isn't it?

You know he's the killer we've been looking for.

You all right, Jackie?

Yeah, I'm a bit battered and bruised, but apart from that...

I'm sorry about Brian.

How did you find out?

Father Gow told me while the doc was checking you over.

How long has it got?

He died this afternoon.

It was very peaceful.

He just drifted away.

Sir, can we talk about this later?

Sure.

Listen.

There's something or two you should know about Jackie.

I'm glad it was peaceful.

That's a good memory to have.

It'll be a comfort when you need it.

How much did you know?

About Martin?

That he wanted to punish them.

To make them suffer for standing by while Angela died.

And his new identity, where he lived, did you know any of that?

No.

I couldn't have helped you there.

But that's not exactly the point, is it?

No.

No, it isn't.

Maybe you couldn't have saved Ryan Petrie, but... Fiona and Stephen would

be alive.

You gave Martin that verse, didn't you?

And he passed by on the other side.

No.

No, I think it was his message to me.

After Angela died, I tried to comfort Martin.

I talked about God's justice.

But the more I talked, the angrier he got.

The more determined he got.

And you protected him?

Why didn't you come to us?

He's my son.

And in a way, I'm as guilty as those who did nothing for Angela.

It doesn't matter what he's done.

He's still the only child I'll ever have.

But he doesn't know you're his father, does he?

No.

And I hope it stays that way.

It's better for him.

Sorry, Father, I have to go.

There are things I have to deal with.

Will there be an occasion we can talk again?

For your sake, I hope not.

Wait.

You and your husband, you'll both be in my prayers.