All language subtitles for Taggart s21e03 A Death Foretold

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.