Original subtitles

Did you know him?

Yeah.

He's one of ours.

Let me see him.

He's a detective.

His name's Archie Meads.

Archie Meads.

Sitting down there in the living room having a can watching the football.

The bell goes.

Archie answers, I'm thinking it's his wife.

What, she has to ring?

They're separated.

Six months.

Anyway, I'm thinking I'll keep the head down, leave them to it.

I hear a bang.

I run out, Archie's lying on his back, spark out.

There's a guy with a handgun.

Wearing a balaclava, five, ten, maybe six foot.

He's heading down the path.

I shout out.

He turns round.

He's crouching down like this, you know, like a pro.

I dive for cover.

So I'm flat on my arse and he's liked it.

Gone.

That's it.

Then I caught the ambulance.

And that was at 14 .07?

Whatever.

You two worked together for a while?

Three years.

Why would anyone want to target Archie?

I don't know.

I wasn't even supposed to be here. We were just having a drink.

So, Kevin, have you got any ideas about this gunman?

Well... What?

We bust this guy last week.

Stevie Dixon.

He threatened Archie.

Threatened him?

How?

Said he was going to kill him.

We bust open this filing cabinet.

There must be 20 grand here.

See you later, Carol.

Right, if there's money involved, I'd better call the Professional Standards

Unit. Oh, no, no, let's not get the rubber heels involved just yet.

OK.

So, do you want to ruin the boss's holiday or will I do it?

Ach, no, leave him. He needs a break.

We'll deal with it.

What, a cock gets shot and we find 20 grand in the cupboard and you don't

we need to call the boss?

Maybe we should, sir.

No, we need to speak to Stevie Dixon first.

You talk to Archie's wife, we'll meet up at five. Stuart.

That's the joint, eh?

Microsoft Word. Nine quid.

Is that cheap?

That's Bill Gates.

Can I help you?

Police officer.

Looking for Mr Dixon.

Do you bet they'd never give up?

Listen, I'm not interested in your dodgy CDs and your space invader games, OK?

There were two cops here last week.

Correct. And one of them is now dead.

What?

Wasn't here.

So what do you call this?

Just a hobby.

Trothwick Hotel. Tracy here. How may I help you?

Yes, hello. I was just wondering if Mr Burke's around?

Mr Burke? No, I'm afraid he's not back yet. Can I take a message?

Yeah. Could you tell him that Jackie called?

He'll be enjoying the fishing.

It's a lovely day.

No doubt.

What's your number?

Yeah, if you could just get him to give him a call when he gets back.

Yes, okay, you will do. Thanks.

Can I help you?

Oh, I'm Detective Sergeant Reid.

I'm afraid I've got a bit of bad news for you.

Did you burn all this stuff here?

It's imported.

Imported from where?

Stevie gets it all. I just do the shop.

Where is he?

Right, Stuart, let's get a guide and hoover this lot up.

Is that the boat?

Boat?

He's got a boat down in the Clyde.

Hires that out for fishing.

They're very good.

They're crap.

Profitable, but crap nevertheless.

I should be the one making you three.

If you want me to play the distraught wife, I'm sorry.

It's not in my repertoire.

You don't seem very surprised by the news.

Who was it? A bookie? Or some poor real lassie's husband?

Well, we don't know as yet.

But you were saying that after you'd been married a year... I think there had

been two, maybe three other women by that time.

That's apart from the gambling.

Was that a problem?

He emptied our joint account of £13 ,000.

Would you find that a problem?

I think I'd find that a betrayal.

To tell you the truth, the money wasn't the worst.

It was the fat WPC from Wishother with the last straw.

I haven't seen him since.

And what about you?

Me? What about me?

Is there anyone else now?

No.

No one.

And how's business?

There's no shortage of dog lovers with more money than taste, if that's what

mean.

I'm afraid I made a statement on access to your bank accounts.

To see if I paid to get them shot.

No, that's not what I meant.

Put this in your report, Sergeant.

I don't know who it was that shot the bastard.

Yeah, well, I can't get hold of him when he's mobile.

Just leave it then.

A colleague's dead, Stuart.

The boss should be told.

I'm sure we'll manage.

Manage what?

Nothing. What do you mean, nothing?

Is Robbie there?

Aye. Yeah, well, tell him to get a watch in the wife's house, ASAP.

She's at it. At what?

Jackie?

Jackie?

Where the hell is she?

Lost the signal.

Lank DVDs.

It's unbelievable.

There's thousands of them.

Okay, let's go.

Can I help you?

Eh, we're looking for Stevie Dixon.

Ah, he's not here, mate.

What was he about earlier on?

I've been here all morning.

Haven't seen a hide in the hair of him.

He was a wee bit upset.

I hear he got lifted last week.

Aye, we heard that too.

What sort of goods get handled here?

Postal stuff, mostly.

Small bit.

Well, if you see Mr. Dixon, ask him to call D .I. Ross on this number.

Yeah, sure.

So what's going on?

Just get him to call.

Ah, here we are.

He's definitely on the lock. He's hired a boat.

Will you be having dinner with Mr Burke later?

No, I have to head back to town.

Where do they usually fish?

You'll probably find him on the East Bay. That's a favourite.

What are his observations?

BP 70 over 14 falling.

Tachycardic at 140.

Okay, let's get him on the table, please.

When was he shot?

About five hours ago. Five hours, what's his name?

Oh,

sorry, Matthew.

Matt. Okay.

Matt, can you squeeze my hand, please?

He's lost a lot of blood. We'll be giving him 500 mils of saline.

Get me two units cross -matched and some O negative now, please.

Don't you worry, Matt. We'll soon have you sorted out. Well, he's still with

Stuart. That's about all I know.

What are the doctors saying?

Well, it's not really good, but they're doing what they can.

Stuart, can I have a look at this?

I've got to go, Jackie.

Let me know when.

We'll live.

Yeah. You know, any news? Yeah, yeah. Bye.

Bye.

Well?

Doesn't look good, Robbie.

Should have called him. He was too late by then. No.

Should have listened to her.

All we can do is catch the bastard.

Yeah, looks like they've caught it.

Footprint there.

Knee there.

Through the reeds.

Can you get a shot of the ground here?

Timberlands, apparently.

See if Dixon's got a pair to match.

From his wife?

No option.

There's nothing left of the bullet that killed Archie Meads.

Straight through his skull and out the window.

The other bullet's buried in the boss's neck.

So the boss is a victim and a witness.

Great.

We'll need to find Dixon.

And soon.

Right, lads, I want this double -teamed at all times. Understood?

One goes to the toilet, the other to stay.

Excuse me, could I just ask you about Mr Burke?

Do we know about the next of kin?

Oh, no, I've tried to contact his family, but no joy of the air.

How is he?

Well, I just got this back from X -ray. The bullet's lodged in the anterior of

the atlas vertebrae to the back of the spine here.

So could there be spinal damage?

Well, it's too early to say.

I lost a lot of blood. The bullet caused major lateral trauma, but just missed

his left ventral jugular.

No, I'm sorry, you've lost me.

Well, basically, we need to get that bullet out. It's very close to the

cord, but we can't operate till the swelling goes down.

We've deeply sedated him and stabilised the situation.

My colleague.

So when do you think he can operate?

Two, maybe three days.

Is he... I mean... I won't give you any false hope. This is a very serious

injury. Right now, I'm afraid it's just wait and see.

Could we have a copy of that x -ray? Yeah, no problem.

Do you think this may have something to do with Archie?

Do they know each other?

Not that I know of.

Are you sure ballistics can't do anything more with this?

You know the story. They need the bullet.

And when are they going to get it?

Robbie, right now they're just trying to keep him alive. The bullet's the least

of their worries.

Bastard. What a bastard.

Here. Excuse me.

There's a call for you.

Oh, thank you.

D .S. Reid.

Yeah, we'll be right there.

What is it?

D .B. Dixon's just walked into the office with his lawyer.

This sign here.

Send your boots and clothes for forensic analysis.

What is that, then? Foot in mouth?

I'm not in the mood, Mr. Dixon.

Well, let's go home, then.

Your wife furnished you with an alibi which has since proven false.

So I want you to tell me what you know about the shooting of the two police

officers.

I don't know anything about any shooting.

You were arrested last week by detectives Meads and McQuillan.

By for pirate CD.

That was it.

You battered.

I'm going to kill you.

I swear I will.

Any comment?

Do you deny you threatened to kill D .C. Meads?

I never said anything like that.

And I don't know anything about this other cop, whoever the hell he is. This

other cop is my boss and he's fighting for his life.

So where were you this morning?

I was on my boat.

You're listening to me, Stevie. You are in deep shit here.

Oh. You met the wife then? Where were you?

I was in the hospital.

Room 303. Anyone corroborate that?

Need a name.

Mary Innes.

Mrs Mary Innes.

She owns the tanning salon across the road from my club.

Sorry, mate.

They're both Timberlands.

Other than that, they can't say.

So we can't place them at the lock side. Sorry.

Yeah, and I hate to say this, but your story holds up as well.

He went into the hotel at the time he said he did, and Mary Innes, the lady

the tanning salon, confirms it.

Could have gone to the hotel and then headed off.

Yeah, yeah, you could have.

What about the gun?

We've taken the shop and this house apart.

Nothing.

OK, check his boat again. Not letting him go till we've a full forensic test

his clothes.

His lawyer won't like it. Exactly.

And find out if the boss ever had anything to do with Archie Meads.

Hello?

Yes, Doctor, it's DS Reid.

Yeah, we'll be right there.

See you there.

So, what's the next step?

Well, we've stabilised him as much as we can, and so far he's holding his own.

So we plan to operate tomorrow. His father's given the go -ahead.

Strangely enough, he's never visited.

No.

I believe they aren't close.

OK, fine. I'll make the arrangements then.

Right.

I've checked all our files.

Burke and Mead's never worked together, but they do know one another.

They made phone calls to each other over the last week.

So it's no coincidence they've both been targeted.

Yeah. The last thing Meads did was text this number to the boss.

Johnny Luth's gone.

He owns a large country estate near Kippen.

How are they, anyway?

They're operating tomorrow.

Listen, we're no use here. Let's get some sleep.

Jackie, first thing in the morning, find out about this guy.

Stuart, we're going to have to search the box at flat.

Excuse me, gents.

I'm looking for Mr Lewis Scott.

The Brigadier.

Some over there.

Oh, thank you.

Miss, walk round the red flags.

Oh!

Brigadier?

Detective Sergeant Reek?

Hello.

Johnny. Johnny Lewis Scott.

What can I do for you?

There's really friends down there.

Yeah.

This must be his son.

You wonder how well you ever know anyone.

Stuart, I've got the boss and Archie Meads in the same angling club.

Must be thousands here.

So how long have you finally been here?

Well, this room was part of the original keep.

Dates back to the 12th century.

Over the centuries, various members of the family added new wings.

There's a Jacobean wing, a Georgian wing, a Victorian wing.

The last addition to the house was made by my father in the 40s.

That's him.

He died two years ago.

And you inherited the estate?

Yes. I've made a few changes. You have to move with the times.

We organise hunting and shooting parties.

We even hire out the house in the summer for weddings.

These are the gentlemen I was telling you about.

Detective Constable Archie Mead and Detective Chief Inspector Matthew Burke.

Do you recognise them?

No, I don't.

So you have no idea why DC Meads would give Mr Burke your number just before

they were both shot?

My telephone number?

No, I haven't the slightest clue.

Who knows?

Perhaps they wanted to come up here and do a bit of shooting.

How is the injured officer?

He's critical.

He's in intensive care.

I'm terribly sorry about that.

I wish I could be of more help.

6 ,420.

They match the notes we found in Mead's house.

This is just unbelievable.

Well, you know what we have to do.

Now, Matthew Burke is a twisted, aggravating pain in the arse.

But he wouldn't take a free cup of tea, let alone a backhander, and you know it.

Well, I know it.

We have to take this to the professional standards unit.

Well, well, well.

You've got a short memory, Robbie.

What do you mean?

No, it's just that I don't remember the boss squealing to the PSU when you were

found with your trousers at your ankles last year.

And we had to cover for you.

Yeah, but I just... They'd hang him out to dry. You know what they're like.

There's no smoke without fire. Listen, Jackie... No!

You listen to me.

You either back the boss or you don't.

Matthew Burke is not on the take.

Right?

I'm not stupid, I know that. Yeah, we'll just forget about the bloody PSU, will

we?

Sorry, I... Will I come back?

No.

No, we're finished here.

How's Matt?

Yeah, he's still unconscious.

They're going to operate this morning.

How'd you get on with Dixon?

He's got a watertight alibi.

He's a lying bastard. You take that from me.

We're pre -opping him now if you want to see him before.

Oh, I really wish you could see the boys.

Stuart's brought you flowers, but he's not allowed to bring them in.

Strathclyde's finest.

Oh, you're talking of which?

Did you know you were all over the papers?

Turns out you're a top detective.

Right boys.

Kevin, you bastard!

So what's the hold -up?

He's not well enough.

They've postponed it till tomorrow.

Jesus Christ. It's a torture.

Yeah, but it might be for the best.

Come on, lads, we need to stay focused.

Anything on Stevie's clothes?

No, nothing.

Right, what we need to do is put more pressure on the Dixons. Come on, Stuart.

They're making a total mug out of you, do you know that?

Nobody's doing anything to me, right?

This is all going to blow over.

So it will.

Well, if you keep your mouth shut, we'll be fine.

Thanks for your call. You too, come on.

This is harassment.

We'll give you a receipt for anything we take.

My lawyer should be here.

You're right.

Someone ought to be the patsy for all this, Stevie boy. How much did they pay

you? Look, I've told you, there's no -one else.

We've linked you to the bribery money.

What money?

Come on, your DNA's all over the envelope, Stevie.

You tried to frame our boss and now he's in the hospital with a bullet in his

neck. Hey, whoa.

I never touched any envelopes.

OK?

So you're spreading all this cash around, then?

Is there a big job on?

Is that it?

When do you leave me alone?

Tell them!

For God's sake, tell them or I will! You shut it!

It's Mickey Watson you want.

You'll find him at the port. Out!

Get out, Piers!

You two ought to come back and bring a warrant.

What else could I do?

I'm a dead man.

So, what can I do for you this time?

Seems you know Stevie Dixon quite well.

He goes in and out in his boat.

He used to do a few wee delivery jobs for me.

Used to?

Yeah, well, I had to nail everything down when he was around.

Our relationship was mutually terminated.

What's he done now?

Your name came up in our murder inquiry.

What murder inquiry?

What are you talking about? One dead cop and another critical.

And what's that got to do with me?

What is this?

Where were you yesterday morning?

At work.

Transporting stuff.

Delivering, picking things up.

You saw me yourself.

We saw you three hours after the shooting.

We need to see a tack of graphs and paperwork.

There's the tacos.

Been painting?

Yeah, I thought I'd freshen the place up a bit.

It was hard, wasn't it?

Who?

That lunatic wife of his.

What makes you say that?

She hates my guts for sacking her.

But she's a lying bitch.

Is that all?

That woman wouldn't know the truth if it jumped up and bit her on the arse.

Evina?

Hi, but not me.

I'm Detective Sergeant Jackie Reed. You can go here.

Yeah, I know. I've just seen him leave.

Well, I've got nothing to say to you. Well, you spoke to my colleagues about

Mickey Watson.

What's he involved in you? Listen to you.

Leave me alone, will you?

Does your husband have access to a lot of fun?

Look at this place. It's not exactly Harrods, is it?

So why is he connected to Watson?

Look, Davina, we can speak in confidence.

Look, I'm trying to help you here. Can you not see that? Look, why don't you

just piss off?

Go and annoy somebody else. Go on, leave me in peace.

Look, take my mobile number.

Call me anytime, night or day.

We can talk in private.

Who's that?

Why didn't you phone back?

I've been busy.

I had the police at my place all day asking about a murdered cop. What the

hell's going on? Would you calm down?

It's got nothing to do with us. Don't give me that bullshit. They were here

Everything is fine.

And tomorrow?

It's all said.

I paid a lot of money for all this.

If it goes pear -shaped because of Strathclyde's boys in blue sniffing

you'll regret it.

Oh, you.

Don't you ever talk to me like that again.

I'll talk to you any damn way I like.

And it better not go wrong.

Understood?

Jackie, you need a break.

Ach, I'm fine.

Thanks.

How did you get on with the fishing club members?

I cross -checked all their names.

There's no link to the Landridge Gun Club.

I'm not surprised.

The boss hates guns.

So what did you find out about this Scot?

Well, for a start, he's no chinless wonder.

He cultivates that image, but it's just a front.

He retired two years ago from the SAS.

To do what?

Well, it says in there, security consultant, but he's not very good at

How do you know that?

He went bankrupt last year.

Hasn't got a penny to his name.

He didn't have any business with the board that we know of. Nothing we can

What about with Archie Meads?

Lewis Scott.

I'd remember that name. Doesn't mean a thing to me.

Have you checked up on Archie's files?

Aye. No back three years.

No mention of him.

But Archie was obviously concerned about him.

Maybe they all went hunting, shooting and fishing together.

No, we don't think so.

I know this guy.

Watson. Bent lorry driver.

He'll check our files, but I don't think he'd anything to do with Archie.

How'd you get on with Stevie Dixon?

Well, you might ask. You're pointing a finger, but we can't get anything on

All I know is he was mouthing off about Archie.

How's Mr. Buck?

Not good.

A list of flights from Glasgow to Latvia.

And? Lewis Scott and Watson travelled in the same flight to Riga. A need for a

Scotland -Latvia match.

I'm just trying to picture the Brigadier and I see you, Jimmywig.

How did this soldier boy strike you, Jackie?

Oh, perfectly charming.

Yeah, let's see how charming he'll be with me.

Get Watson in. I'll let them both stew.

Excuse me.

Is the brigadier around?

He's due back soon.

Can I help you?

Do you keep a record of the comings and goings here?

Well, I keep a register, if that's what you mean.

Can I have a look?

Here you go.

Six to the seventh.

You were right.

It's just the two of them here.

The brigadier and Mr Watson.

And again, you.

The two of them alone?

It looks like it.

That was my day off.

Did you shoot yourself?

I run the estate for the brigadier.

That's it.

Hello. You come for the shooting?

D .I. Ross, I wonder if we could have a wee chat.

I'm a bit busy at the moment, as you can see.

These gentlemen have just come from Italy for a bit of shooting.

Ah, buongiorno, signore.

Buongiorno. If you'd like to leave your number.

No, I don't think you'd grasp the seriousness of this.

I want to interview you about a murder and an attempted murder.

No. I'm afraid that's completely out of the question.

This way, gentlemen.

You enjoy killing?

No.

Seven years on and off in bandit country. What were you doing there?

I was a soldier.

I was doing my job.

I have to tell you, you're making a big mistake here.

I wouldn't be involved in killing a policeman. It would be bad for business.

Business is bad, according to your accounts.

I've suffered some financial embarrassment.

You're an undischarged bankrupt, Brigadier.

You're about to lose your house, aren't you?

Pending appeal.

So what's the deal with Mickey Watson?

I enjoy the odd pop at a clay pigeon.

That's it.

So you and Lewis Scott have to know each other well, then?

I wouldn't say so, no.

You share an interest in football.

So do you like a pie at halftime?

Excuse me?

You know, game of two halves, sleeping giants, sick as a parrot.

Ah, the Latvia game.

Yes, well, we're both sporting masochists. We enjoy watching Scotland.

So we went to a football match together. So what?

What was the score?

We murdered them. 0 -3.

Are you finished?

So what do you think?

I don't know.

The story caught it back up.

Yeah, well, they're up to something together.

What's up, Stuart?

You know you asked me to check all the surveillance logs?

Yeah. I kept a man in Angela Mead's house.

The widow?

Cara's made three visits to the cottage in the last three days.

The driver parked 100 yards down the road, then sneaked in through the back.

Who is it?

D .F. McQuillan.

Doesn't look too good, does it?

You tell me.

My dad was a baker in Billslands over there.

45 years and all he got was a cough and a gold watch. It never worked.

What are we up here for?

The old pals act before the caution?

In about five minutes, this is official.

Can't hide it.

You're in the frame, mate.

You had gaffers in the frame with six grand of petty cash. What are you going

do about that?

Four minutes.

It's no big secret.

I love her.

People in love do crazy things.

Alt, you never knew.

It was after we split up.

Why keep it quiet?

Angela's been through enough.

Do you want to change the statement you made on the day of the murder?

No.

Okay.

I'm going to have to caution you.

Save it, Robbie.

Let's go.

My relationship with Kevin has got absolutely nothing to do with

my husband's murder.

And just how would you describe your relationship with Sergeant McQuillan?

That is none of your damn business. No, I'm afraid it very much is.

Listen to me.

I have been to hell and back in the last six months.

Kevin is a friend. He helped me get through it. That's it.

Now, if you don't mind, I've got work to do.

Where were you the day your husband was shot?

At Kevin's place.

How long for? I had stayed the night, OK?

Then I came back here.

Alone?

Yes.

Angela, this house is halfway between the two shootings.

You know, you really ought to spend more time amongst decent people instead of

the street sweepings you slide around in. Then maybe you'd realise the world

actually full of decent people.

So that's all you have to say?

No. I want you to get a message to Kevin.

I'm listening.

Tell him.

Tell him I said he should tell you the whole story now.

That's what she said.

Archie was on the take.

Had been on and off for years.

And that's it?

No.

It wasn't just for himself.

He offered me cash too.

For what?

I don't know.

Just like I don't know about Burke.

Some big deal going down other than that.

So what happened the day of the shooting?

He asked me to come along with him, said the guy was going to be at the house

often as a piece of the action.

And you decided to go?

I went with him to persuade him to leave it alone, tell the guy we had to shove

it.

But the bastard was already there with the gun.

Go on.

The door was open.

Archie was lying dead.

It was like I'd said before.

When he turned the gun on me, I've hit the deck, he's got off his mark.

So what did you do then?

I'm lying there.

There's up as a 20k lying on Archie's floor.

I did what any mate would do.

I had the money in the garage and cleaned the place up.

This is all a bit too late, Kevin.

Where I come from, you don't grasp your partner. That's the bottom line. So

don't you come to hide bloody mighty with me.

I don't believe you. I don't give a shit what you believe anymore.

Quite frankly, you can charge me whatever you want.

Withholding evidence, obstructing a murder inquiry.

I am Pascal.

Hello? Oh, it's you.

What, now?

Well, can I not wait till tomorrow night?

OK, OK.

Right, bye.

What was all that about?

It's safer if I don't tell you. Here, lock up.

Stevie! I'll see you tonight in the house.

Stevie, come back!

He's still breathing.

But other than that... I'm sorry, Stuart, what was that? I can't hear you.

Sorry, Stuart, what was that?

I've just come out.

They say they just don't know.

And what about the bullet?

There's writing on it.

I can't make it out.

Can I, uh... Just give us a sec.

Look, I'll bring it straight over.

I think we've been put off.

I'm afraid there's been a bit more damage to the blood vessels than we

thought.

What does that mean?

There's been a haemorrhage.

I think you'd better get prepared for the worst.

What was he saying?

Well, he's still in the theatre and they're not... Oh, thank God. Stuart.

Oh. Oh, hello.

Right.

Where?

See you in a couple of minutes.

Thanks for calling.

If he finds out I've been talking to you, he won't. I promise.

So what is it you wanted to tell me?

He's getting over his head.

Something's happening tomorrow.

Some scheme. I don't know.

Do you know where?

No idea.

Is it with Watson? I really don't know. He won't tell me anything.

But listen, get this from the bank this morning.

Statement through.

But we've already checked your account.

Not this one, you've no... £10 ,000 paid in?

Last week we never had £10 ,000.

Find out who gave him that and you'll find out who's behind all this.

Thank you.

Listen, I love my man.

I know he's no saint, but I need him.

We all need him.

That's the only reason I'm talking to you.

Yeah, I understand, Davina.

Don't let me down then.

Right, boys, come on.

Here you go.

OK, do it.

I'll see you up there in a minute, OK?

Hey, McClann.

Is this the we're only doing our job speech?

No.

Could be me in your shoes, mate, you know.

I'm really sorry about all this.

I should have told you, mate.

I apologise.

I've been a bit emotional, losing my partner.

Sure.

How's Burke?

Oh, Matt's a cussed bastard.

He'll not give up without a fight.

Hang on now.

Poorly. What in God's name does poorly mean?

How the hell would I know?

They talk in code.

He's very weak.

They're not hopeful.

And this writing on the bullet.

What writing?

E something.

The funny mark above the E.

Like a V.

And your point is?

Well, there might be Russian.

Someone from the university having a look at it.

Great.

Good man.

Well, what now?

I can't think straight.

Well, not much use to the boss moping around up here.

Lewis Scott and Watson are up to something.

Meads was their insurance policy. Inside information, turning a blind eye,

whatever. So why shoot Meads?

He bottled out and told the boss.

On a fishing trip?

Aye, why not?

I mean, they both had to be taken out.

Meads told the boss about Lewis Scott too late.

Any word?

It's not looking good, Jackie.

You know, you always imagine it's going to be in some dark alleyway, don't you?

A wet night.

Some wee gum bag with a blunt knife.

That lock was just too beautiful.

He's not going to die.

Right there.

Somebody's put ten grand into Stevie Dixon's bank account.

We checked all the accounts.

Well, not this one we didn't.

His wife's scared to think he's involved in some big deal tomorrow.

She'll get 24 hours to find out what they're up to.

More importantly, where.

Dixon is the key to all this. He could be in danger. Here, pick him up.

Robbie, it's Stuart.

Stevie's not at home.

She's been in the shop. No sign of him.

He's gone AWOL.

We've missed him. Shit. Get back to Dixon's house.

Wait there. Okay, then.

Get the patrol car right to Luke Gordon Watson.

What's happening?

Stevie's disappeared.

Neither Watson nor Lewis Scott are at home.

Any chance of some good news?

What's so urgent?

See if you can get some pack of pants off the entry window.

Robbie, when I was in Belfast in the 70s, we had a term for this sort of

A close quarter plug.

Really? It's a grand place for a pathologist on the make, believe me.

I've seen this sort of thing before.

I think you've mentioned it a couple of times, Magnus.

Sorry. He was shot at very close quarters, similar to the first killing.

So what do you reckon?

No binding marks, no sign of a struggle. A single shot just below the sternum.

In my opinion, he either knew who killed him or the killer suddenly pulled out a

gun and bop.

Or both.

No struggle, no mess, no clues.

Local farmer found the body this morning. House is all locked up.

Still no sign of Lewis Scott.

Somehow I think he's going to be late for work.

Robbie, traces come through in Stevie's bank account.

Money was paid in by Road Crew Transport, Mickey Watson's firm.

Excuse me.

Hello?

When?

Yeah.

No, I'll... I'll be there right away.

OK, thanks for letting me know.

It's the boss.

He's regained consciousness.

Thank God, I thought... Listen, Jackie, you get over to the hospital. We'll go

back to the office, get an APB out on Lewis, Scott and Watson.

OK, how about that?

Feel anything?

No?

All right, just relax for the moment.

Plenty of time for a chat later.

Yes, Rufus, for a moment.

Who did this to you?

Who was it, sir? Did you see?

Was it me, Senator Teague? Is that what you found out?

Would you please leave now? Thank you.

It's okay, Mr. Burke. Take a deep breath.

That's fantastic.

Thanks a lot. Bye.

What is it? Remember E -A -K and the bullet from the boss's neck?

Yeah. With a wee V mark above the E. Aye. It's a diacritic mark.

It's a what?

It's Latvia.

And the Baltic Sea?

Dicks and bolts.

How's it going?

Not bad. What about halfway there?

I'll be able to get going.

I'll make breakfast.

Sorry, darling, got to rush.

Got to be in town by nine.

Don't worry, it's fine. You get off.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Give yours to the cat.

On the other hand, I could be persuaded.

You've got a nine o 'clock, remember?

Beat it.

I'll be back at eight, eh?

I'll be here.

D .S. Reid.

D .S. Reid's at the office. Look, I need to talk to her. It's extremely urgent.

It's about Archie Meade's murder.

Oh, OK. I'll try to transfer you to the hospital.

Hold the line, Colin.

Jackie?

Yeah. Oh, thank God.

Angela?

Jackie, I am so sorry.

He's taken me for a complete mug.

All right, let's go.

Brigadier, what have you got?

Machine guns.

RPGs.

And which of the world's killing fields were they off to?

Was it worth the lives of two men?

He didn't kill anyone.

What's his lot for?

Target practice.

Do you honestly think we'd have wanted trouble up here with all this going on?

I've got 80 trained men waiting for these. I paid through the nose to stop

trouble. Who to?

Tell him.

Excuse me.

DS Reid.

Jackie, make sure the hospital's secure.

McCollum's our man.

Yeah, I know. It's done, Robbie.

Don't worry, you won't get near him.

You're scum, McQuillan. Save it, Robbie.

Cuff him.

Just read me my rights.

Kill your partner.

Shoot my boss.

You plant money in this rat!

Robbie!

I'm about to formally charge you. You do not have to say anything, but anything

you do see may be noted and used in evidence.

Do you understand the caution?

Do you understand the caution? Yes, I do.

Kevin James McQuillan, I'm arresting you for the murders of Detective Constable

Archie Neitz and Stephen Dixon. And for the attempted murder...

Glad you're on the mend, sir.

Yeah, it's been a wee bit quiet without you.

Right, let's get back to the office and enjoy the peace while we can.