All language subtitles for Taggart s09e04 Instruments of Justice

You get him down there.

Hey, are you listening to me?

I ain't kidding, you know.

I can still walk away from this. All
right, all right, you do. That's what

doing. Have you just shut the... Hello.

Mr. Rashi, please.

Excuse me.

Telephone for you, Mr. Rodgers.

D .F. Phillips, sir.

I'm afraid we have a bit of a problem.

No.

I'd say it's more than just a touch of
the second. Is that him?

Are you talking to him?

Is that him now?

He'd better... You'd better talk to me!

Yeah? That's me.

Sorry to bother you, sir. Where is he?
That's Jason.

They're gonna whack me first chance they
get.

Is Klintox inside?

Yeah. Well, let's not forget who's doing
what here.

You're not exactly going unrewarded. The
new identity, you're being looked

after.

Yeah? Well, I've changed my mind.

I ain't going to court.

Sean.

I might be safe, but me and the kids
won't be. If you don't testify, the

will have you.

You're between the devil and the deep
blue sea.

Now, think about it.

You'll just have to trust me.

The murder trial of alleged gang boss
John McClintock enters a new phase today

as super -grass Sean Brady appears for
the first time to give evidence.

Who north -west of the Airstream was
that just for another day or two

Jim!

All right.

On the table.

What's this?

Kippers.

Good to see you there.

My favourite.

Happy birthday, Jim.

We all get beat.

What's this? What's going on?

Nothing to worry about.

Just take deep breaths.

What time have you got?

An attack on the convoy, an attempt to
free Brady or silence him. What a hit,

Forrester. You must draw your own
conclusions.

Mr Rattray, how will this affect your
case against John McClintock? It won't.

I'm sure the police will have Mr Brady
back in custody within 24 hours.

Isn't that a bit over -optimistic, Mr
Rattray? If the police had done their

in the first place, Brady would be in
court right now. I might remind you one

my officers is fighting for his life.

I take it you've met DCS Gordon?

We have.

Is it right a suspect package was
delivered to your office this morning?

Addressed to you, Mr. Rattray.

You're misinformed.

But it is true to say you've put
yourself at some personal risk.

In what way? By the hardline policy
you've adopted on certain issues. There

be those who'd rather you weren't in
office.

Organized crime is a canker eating away
at the very fabric of our society.

I have a job to do.

Fiat justitia ruat caelum.

And for those of our readers without the
benefit of Latin.

Let justice be done, ladies and
gentlemen.

Though the heavens fall.

I suppose he might turn himself in.

Would you?

We were charged with protecting him.

The DCS would like an early result.

I suspect she would.

Next stop, ACC, isn't it? The job needs
its high flyers every bit as much as its

old war horses, Jim.

I will.

I'll be back for my sugar lump around
twelve, then.

I'm not questioning your veracity.

No? I don't think that's what Ian was
saying. Would you hold, please? Mr

Rattray?

Your wife's coming by around lunchtime.

When troubles come, they come not single
spies.

All right, thank you, Suzanne.

I can't be suggesting the leak came from
any of my officers.

It didn't come from any of mine.

Loyalty is a prerequisite of leadership,
Ellen.

One has to know when to draw the line.

I think what Ian is saying... I know
what he's saying. He doesn't need an

interpreter.

The protection officers will be
interviewed as a matter of course, but

like a list of your staff who will privy
to Brady's transport details.

Besides Alan and myself, there's only
Suzanne.

Might she have let something slip? Is
she her boyfriend, husband?

Nope. You seem very positive.

Suzanne has worked with us for about
five years.

All our people are positively vetted.

All I can say is I'm best pleased,
Duncan.

Do you know what I mean?

Can't be set back, John.

I'm the one that's stuck in here, not
you.

Well, then, Brady, there's no case.

But the P .F. does want your scalp.

The P .F. wants to make it personal. Let
him make out.

Ah.

He, he, I... I got.

Well, now, and to what do you owe the
pleasure?

Whoever you've got in the job, my
twintuck, call him off.

Really, Mr. Taggart, I must take
exception.

Oh, dear chair. My client.

Your client has got enough blood in his
hands already. That child is yet to be

born. Without adding Sean Brady to the
list.

You're good value, Taggart.

You must drop by more often.

Ring first, though, eh?

Make sure of it.

You'll be here long after I'm dead and
gone.

This time next week, I'll be out.

Doesn't say much for your life
expectancy, does it?

Anything? No, sir. The kid's off to
school at about 8 .30, but she hasn't

stirred outside since.

Right.

When did you last see your brother, Mrs
Pearson?

Last year.

Before he was arrested?

He used to come around once or twice a
week to make sure me and the kids were

all right.

And since then?

I had a letter five or six months back
saying he was going to court against

McClintock.

Are you close?

He's my brother.

You think he'll try and contact you?

With the cops that's outside.

You are on the phone.

Oh, are you?

That's how we use love, probably.

Yeah, well, if he does try and contact
you, he'll let us know, all right?

Witness protection.

All these promises.

I'm sure they were made in good faith.

Good faith doesn't stop a bullet.

Ah, Jim, you are here.

Good.

I, um... You all right? Yes, fine, fine.
It's just that...

I'm sure we're all agreed that Brady's
escape questions are bound to be asked.

A superintendent brand and a D .I.
Gemmell are coming over here from

later this afternoon.

D .C .S. Gordon has asked for, and I
have assured her that they will

Our full cooperation.

Cooperation? Yes.

From Edinburgh?

Is this to be a joint... Wait a minute.

You hang on a minute here.

What kind of officers are we talking
about?

Complaints and discipline.

Complaints? Internal affairs, Michael.

Busybodies. Poking and prying.

The leak must have come from somewhere,
Jim. And we're favourites over as magic

that is.

So, Bertie, this is turning into...

Oh, beaten bodies, fantastic.

Then up for you.

Go and watch Patel, I'll bring you
something through.

Debbie, I want to meet you.

Oh, neighbours?

Oh, never mind neighbours.

I want you to do something for me.

Go up to your room, see what turns up.

I was asked to assess the relative
safety of the chosen routes.

And what was your conclusion?

It was as safe as any other.

Did you discuss the road with anyone
else?

Aye.

I went over a couple of points with D
.S. Jardine, but Superintendent

aware of that.

I understand your wife's disabled, Mr.
Taggart.

Is that correct?

What's that got to do with the price of
fish?

It must be a strain.

Financially. Just the one earner.

None of your bloody business.

I'm afraid to either, business.

Orange juice, please.

Buy you a drink, Eddie?

Oh, piss off.

I've nothing to say to you.

Oh, come on, don't be like that.

Bloody coal, is it?

A man can't even come out for a quiet
bevy.

I don't think you're being objective.

Without Brady's testimony, we've no
choice. We have to drop the prosecution.

He'll be found.

And if he isn't?

We fight on.

You know we can't win.

Ian, I can't stand by and watch you
throw your career away.

And yours with it.

Mine?

A successful result wouldn't do your
career prospects any harm.

But, of course, that hadn't crossed your
mind.

I was thinking of you.

Ambition's best seasoned with patience,
Alan.

You may end up taking my place in the
fullness of time.

But for now, be content.

You shouldn't have come to the pub. I
thought we'd done the arrangement.

Eyes and ears, you know.

Eyes and ears.

Everybody knows that I'm your man.

Well, you put up a pretty convincing
show.

I'm looking for Sean Brady.

Oh.

Oh, they seek him here, they seek him
there.

What have you heard?

Nothing. Never mind to keep it that way.

Is there any old cronies you might look
to for a place to stay?

Nobody's going to stick their neck out
for a guy like Brady.

Somebody will see him.

But it wouldn't be right here.

Well, if you hear as much as a whisper,
I'd be grateful.

Well, McClintock might be inside, but he
still runs this city.

What got back that I was nosy?

There'll be a drink in it for you.

Oh, come on. It's not a money.

I can't promise anything.

It'd be a start if we knew who did the
business this morning.

Any ideas?

Well, it was an international rescue.

Lady Sarah.

I'm afraid he's got Mr Forrester in with
him at the moment.

Well, Alan won't mind.

Make us some coffee, dear.

Sarah. What a pleasant surprise.

Lady Sarah.

Alan.

Hard day at the office, dear?

Not now you're here.

I'll come back later. No, no. Don't mind
me. I won't be here long.

I've got Watson in bringing coffee.
Suzanne.

You haven't anything stronger in your
desk, have you, Ian?

Something to sustain you for a long
afternoon's shopping.

How did you get?

You'll be staying at the flat tonight,
then.

That's right.

Must be tiring, signing all those
cheques.

If you'll excuse me, I have a few phone
calls to make.

Lady Sarah.

That was unnecessary.

I thought we'd agree to cease fire, in
public at least.

Well, we haven't any figures from Alan,
have we?

You'll be all right.

Debbie!

Going down?

Yes?

Can I have a word?

Well, I'm rather busy.

But never too busy for you.

Oh, I tell you, Ma, thanks a lot.

How did she know you were here?

There's more in your ma's head than
this, you know.

What are you going to do?

Cops are everywhere looking for you.

Mum says she'll meet you if you want.
She'll get a car.

No.

I've things to take care of, Debbie.

Somebody let me down.

I'll help Uncle Sean.

I think you'd best be away home,
Malcolm. Come on.

Debbie?

You come again?

You're a good kid. Go on now.

You shouldn't be here when it gets dark.

I'll see you goodnight, then, Ian.

Yes.

Rattray, yes.

Yes, I'll take it.

Hello? You set me up, you bastard.

If that's all.

Sean, where are you? I trusted you. You
still can, Sean.

Come to the office. We'll talk. And I've
half a Strathclyde police waiting. No

way.

I'm through talking, Rattray.

From now on, actions speak louder.

Sean.

Sean, listen. Don't hang up.

There won't be any police.

Look, I'll stay late. But just you and
me.

Evening, Billy.

Only wasn't that Brady guy.

I can't say.

I need to know, eh? Aye.

Well, good night, sir.

No.

So what did you get for your birthday?

Kippers.

Hey, come on, guys and girls, get your
hands in your pockets, all in a good

cause. St.

Catherine's College.

Save it. Aye, they want a commercial
South Clyde Uni.

Come on, Grandad, let the moths out.

Watch your manners, son.

All right, keep the wig on. Hey.

That's from my old bastard.

It's you, sir.

I saw the light on.

I'm expecting someone.

Nobody let us know.

I was just doing my rounds before
locking up. Well, perhaps you would look

for him.

Aye, sir.

What's his name?

He won't give a name.

I was thinking of applying for a course
myself.

Computer studies.

Computers? More than policing, sir.

Three years of school at the forced
expense.

Well, it didn't do DCS Gordon any harm.

I mean, she's got ranks.

On your right. What the

hell?

I'm a police officer.

And I'm not sure.

Now look, son.

That's the buying, sir.

Worth a few days on anyone's book.

Can we get on with this?

Sorry, sir.

Did you get anything else besides your
wallet?

Warrant card, bleeper.

Would you be able to recognise her, I
feel?

Are you kidding?

Well, you said it was dark.

It was dark, not pitch black.

Get those snaps out. Let's have a look
through.

Well, when you're feeling up to it.

Any news on Brady?

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Forza un 'altra, forza un 'altra Donallo
sarà una...

I'm at home. I'll be here all evening.

I think we might have another angle on
McClintock.

If you get a chance, give me a call.

Where the hell have you been?

God!

What happened?

I had a puncture. The jack slipped. I
cut my hand.

Let me see.

Poor you.

Maybe it needs stitches.

It's okay. Don't fuss.

I'm sorry.

I've just had one of those days.

Have you been here long?

About two hours.

I was getting worried.

Oh, you're not calling now.

It might be important.

I thought I was important.

Oh, Sarah.

I can't get the lift.

Have to be lifted then, huh?

Oh, my God!

Oh, please.

Back. Go back. There's been an accident.

What's going on?

Sorry, you can't come in here. Please,
let's see some ID.

I've no go at it.

Aye, sure. Come on, out you go, bloody
reporters.

I'm Chief Inspector Taggart. Now, I've
asked you nicely.

Ah, Sergeant.

Caught this one trying to sneak in.

Michael, will you tell this idiot who I
am?

It's all right, Mr. Feechie. This is DCI
Taggart.

Oh.

Right.

Can't we be too careful, though, can we?
You people can't. No.

What are you doing here, sir? Shouldn't
you be at home?

Jackie found it. I see.

So, what's the situation?

Bodies were found by Suzanne Harris,
Rattray's secretary, and Forrester, the

assistant PM.

Bodies, plural.

Jackie only mentioned Rattray.

No, the security guard copped it too,
sir.

And Billy Connor.

And which one's this, Connor? And
Rattray?

In his office.

Morning, sir.

Morning, Jackie.

Hello, Jim.

How's the head?

Better than his.

What have you got for me?

Not a lot.

I'd say the time of death was between 8
and 9 yesterday evening.

Both victims died as a result of massive
hemorrhaging, wounds inflicted with a

chopping weapon of some sort.

This one, it's mainly the head and back.

The other one, it's head, back and
chest. Some defensive wounds.

You go there first.

We should find tissue from one in the
wounds of the other if the same weapon

been used on each.

I'd say corner first, then rotary, sir.
It wouldn't be the blood trail.

Well, disable the guard first. It makes
sense.

God almighty, Jim.

Who'd have the audacity to murder the
BF, huh?

You've got a visitor.

Is this Gordon here yet?

Gordon?

Given the seriousness of the crime,
she'll be overseeing the investigation.

McClintock's behind this.

We don't know that, sir.

First Blady, now the peer.

I would have thought the connection
would have been obvious.

I don't think we should jump to
conclusions, sir.

Sir, material relating to McClintock's
trial has been stolen.

Ma 'am.

All right.

Let's get one thing clear before we all
go tearing off pulling in McClintock's

gang. Yes.

They've been lying here since last
night.

So why have neither of them been
reported as missing?

Connor was on night shift, ma 'am.

Ian Ratchery wasn't.

Well, let's put it this way.

I've got some bad news and I've got some
good news.

Sarah, it's me.

Has anyone been to see you? The police
or... No, no.

I'm afraid something's happened.

Nick O 'Connor? Yes?

I'm DC Reed, this is DCI Taggart from
Strathclyde Police, Maryhill.

Could we come in a minute, please?

All very fine. On the inside goes ahead
of Hank here, three candies and Kelly's

on a dusty first floor as they jump and
stumble. Oh, Eddie.

Mr. Jardine, the arrangement. No, here.

I've no time for small talk. It's urgent
business.

I told you it was going to get ugly.

You've heard, then?

Listen, my side of the street, news like
that spreads faster than my whore in

Peaceburg. When's at McClintock?

That's the word.

Who?

There'd be a brave man to put a finger
on one of McClintock's for them.

He'd get protection.

Oh, aye.

Like Brady.

You mentioned something about a drink
yesterday.

Strictly COD, Eddie.

What's this?

One of the guys in on Hatton Brady's
convoy.

That's your tip.

Now, where's mine?

Why?

Oh, God.

No.

No, Billy.

Billy wouldn't hurt our soul.

We think it was because of his job.

His job?

Another man at the Fisco's office was
also murdered.

We think your husband died so the killer
could get to his intended victim.

Another? Oh, my God.

Two people.

How?

Well, we can't really see at this
moment.

I just can't believe it.

No more believe.

Place is empty, isn't it?

Eat it when that happens.

I just wondered why he didn't report the
missing.

I didn't know he was.

I was away myself.

I only got back this morning.

Back from where?

We have a flat in town.

If I go shopping, I stay overnight.

Can anybody vouch for you?

Vouch for me?

I was alone.

Are you implying I'm a suspect, Stephen?

Ladies there, there are questions I've
got to ask if you want me to catch your

husband's killer.

That is what you want, isn't it?

I'm Detective Sergeant Jordan of
Strathclyde Police.

I'm Neil Howden. I'm detainee under
Section 2 of the Criminal Justice Act of

Scotland, 1980.

Because I believe you have committed...
Oh, to hell with it. You're a nit.

Thin chopping edge.

8 or 12 inches long.

Threshold is of a cleaver of some kind,
but slightly hooked to the top edge,

so...

I'm afraid there's cross -contamination
of both victims.

Hair, blood and bone fragments from
Connor were found in the wounds of Ian

Rattray.

You can't tell who was attacked first?

No. That wouldn't please the boss.

If my work was judged on the sole
criterion of bringing joy to Jim

wouldn't even bother getting out of my
bed in the mornings.

Where were you last night, Mr Houghton?
You don't have to answer that.

No comment.

Yesterday morning.

You don't have to answer.

No comment. You're only wasting your own
time. No, Mr. Taggart, we're wasting

yours. You have five hours and 20
minutes remaining. As you know, after

you either have to charge or release my
client.

I've seen Adam say too much of you and
your clients lately.

Then you and your officers should stop
harassing innocent members of the

You're a credit to your profession, Mr.
Goff.

I wish I could say the same of you,
Chief Inspector.

I'll hold them for six hours, then sling
them back in the street.

This house would move too early.

Back to basics, Michael.

What's got any of you around here?
You've got all the evidence, and then

make an arrest.

But you told us to.

Aye, and I know who's pulling the
strings.

Well, you won't make it stick just about
all the way down.

How did you get on with him, personally?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, it's a shock.

Of course.

Well, look, we won't keep you.

I'll run you home if you like.

No.

No, there's no need.

You're in no fit state to drive. No,
look. I'll run you.

You're running a taxi service now, are
you?

Well, I think I'll get further with her
than you or Taggart.

You don't really think she's a suspect.

I mean, an act.

Not exactly a woman's weapon.

Can I have a head of Lucy Burton?

He's been very kind running me back.

Thanks.

Listen, I'll make you a cup of tea. I
want to make sure you're all right.

Look, I must say, this is all a bit
inconvenient, Chief Inspector.

A bit more than inconvenient for Mr
Rattray, wouldn't you say, Mr Forrester?

Oh, that's the famous gallows humour, is
it?

Oh, I'm no laughing policeman, sir,
believe me.

Look, I've told you all I know.

Just run it by us one more time, huh?

I last saw Ian at about 6 .30. I left
the building five

minutes later.

That's it.

And you saw and spoke to no one until
this morning? Apart from DCS Gordon,

senior officer.

What time did you speak to her? I've
already told you. Dear God in heaven,

people really can't see further than the
end of your noses, can you?

What do you want, a culpritogram?

This office is currently engaged on the
prosecution of a man responsible for

three quarters of organised crime in
this city.

Yesterday, due to your incompetence, our
chief witness disappeared. He still

hasn't been found. This morning, the
procurator fiscal is found murdered.

And you're questioning me.

Wake up, Taggart.

The man you want is John McClintock.

Aye.

So everybody keeps telling me.

But you still haven't got an alibi.

She wanted a divorce.

He asked her to stay with him.

Keeping up appearances.

He wanted to be Crown Agent.

And, uh... He felt if she went away, it
would look...

Ambition.

It's how we live our lives.

He told you this?

Well, he just needed someone to talk to,
I think.

Working with someone like that, day in
and day out, it's...

It's a bit like a marriage.

Without the bad bits.

You find you can talk to someone like
that.

There's no... There's no judgment.

It's...

Comfortable.

It had been worse recently. She's not a
patient woman.

No.

You're letting Harden go?

We've nothing to hold him on, sir. What
about this informant of yours?

We need more for a murder charge than
hearsay, sir.

So just what do we have?

Well, either Forrester or Harris have
alibis for the time in question.

They don't need them. They're not under
suspicion.

DCS Gordon. Not DCS Gordon, sir.

I don't start with a theory and then fit
the facts.

Perhaps you'd be happier off the case.

It's your decision, sir.

No, it's not.

And you do well to remember it.

Yes.

Scene of crime boys have picked up
several latent prints.

Tape store, Rattray's office, lift door.

We've got a match against the known
offender.

Who? Sean Brady.

Long time no see, Eddie.

gang boss John McClintock is due to
resume today at the High Court in

Sean Brady, the prosecution's principal
witness, is still at large, and as

Donald Liddle now reports, that's
casting serious doubts over whether the

can continue at all.

Suze?

Suzie?

You already have done it.

Come on, come on, sit there. I'll give
you some breakfast.

You don't have to eat it if you don't
want, but you should try something.

Don't fuss, Dad. I'm all right.

Sorry.

It'll be all right, says the queue.
Don't worry, eh?

We'll get through it, eh?

Go on.

Go on, you bastard. Take the car.

Save my legs.

That's him.

Would you like a cup of tea?

No, thank you.

This officer will run you home.

Thank you.

I'd rather be on my own, if you don't
mind.

Mrs Rattray, is it?

Mrs Connor.

The security man. Widow.

Yes, of course.

I'm terribly sorry.

My man died through your husband.

If your husband hadn't been working
late, Billy'd been out of that place

If there's anything at all I can do to
help...

Please don't hesitate to ask, Miss
Connor.

In the meantime, if you'll excuse me.

Excuse me.

Come on.

Next one, Tom.

I'm meeting DCS Gordon at court. Any
news?

Brady's still alive.

At least he was the night Rattery was
murdered.

His prints say as much.

If he is still alive, sir, I'll find
him. But it might take a bit of time.

Time is one commodity we're short on.

DCS Jordan.

Wonder if we could have a word.

No, we can't.

He's too busy. We've got a murder to
solve here.

And I've squared it with DCS Gordon.

Try and let you have him back by the end
of the morning.

That's my sergeant.

What are you doing back?

I thought you were watching Howden.

I never touched him, Debbie.

They were dead when I arrived, both of
them.

The guy in the lift and Rattery. So who
did do it? One of McClintock's boys.

Neil Howden, maybe.

Why would McClintock have him killed?

Ratty helped him set you up, didn't he?

They haven't gone too far.

What happened to Hello Neil?

How's things?

Did you do it? I seem to recall we were
with you on the night in question.

Weren't we, Tam?

Aye. It's all about 8 .30. I mean, after
that. Aye, well, after that.

Who's to say you didn't do it?

I only ever agreed to let you in on
Brady's route.

You go, you're cut.

You'll be keeping his missus in the
manner to which he wishes to become

accustomed.

So why aren't we doing this at the
station?

Well, you might prefer the ride out,
mate.

We'd like you to be able to talk without
feeling intimidated in any way.

Is that right?

I'll hear it off the record.

Just between us three.

For the time being.

What?

Look, son.

Somebody put McClintock wise.

Out of Maryhill, there was only you,
Taggart, and make fitting you how Brady

been taken to court.

Tell us why we shouldn't think you're
the man.

And then you tell us about Tiger.

Given the Crown's assurance that inroads
are being made by the police towards

ascertaining Brady's whereabouts, I'm
prepared to adjourn the trial for a

further and final 48 -hour period.

If Brady has still not appeared by the
end of that time, I will have no

alternative but to direct the jury to
find the accused.

Not guilty.

48 hours.

What did I tell you? If Brady had been
done in the first place, I'd be out in

about now, not 48 hours.

How is Forrester?

I talked to Howden.

Forrester's getting a wee bit jumpy.

It's been paid what's his problem.

If Howden thinks Forrest is losing his
bottle, he's got my OK to sort it.

Right?

I don't think we've a choice.

We have to tell the police where we were
the night Ian was killed.

Sarah, I'm a suspect.

Better it comes from us than any third
party.

I don't know where you were that night.

You were late, do you remember?

You didn't get back till gone ten.

Yes, but...

My God, you don't think I would. You're
covered in blood.

I gashed my hand on the car, Jack.

I broke down, Sarah.

I don't think we should meet for a
while.

What is it?

A set of prints lifted from the door of
Ratchie's office, sir.

Fingerprints have come up with another
match against a known offender.

Dennis Gilmer.

Who? Dennis Gilmer.

As far as I can ascertain, he's not a
known associate of McClintock's. One of

the few.

Have you checked the SCRO?

Yes, sir.

OK, run a PNC check on him. See what it
turns out.

Two days, Alan.

But we don't find them. Is there no way
we can make it stick without his

testimony? We've been through this, I
don't know how many times. Oh, then

just letting him walk.

What can we do?

Bloody racket.

No, why are you doing this?

People are going to watch you, you know.

I wasn't supposed to take the best noise
you got.

Get the thing out of the way.

Keep it quiet, Alan.

Oh, you look here.

You've got a lot to do.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry. It's just that bloody knife.
Brought it all back.

What?

Finding Ian and... It's going to wait
till tomorrow.

Why don't you go home?

Try and put it out of your head.

left your cassette this time. Next time
might be something else.

Right?

You keep your nerve. You don't talk to
the cops.

Otherwise... This table self -destruct
in five seconds.

Gave you that for protection, not
revenge.

The guy saw me down the river, May.

So what are you going to do?

Kill him?

Then what?

I always looked out for you, didn't I?
Sure you did. Then take my advice.

Leave Glasgow.

Go abroad, anything.

What, on the run again?

I thought I was through with running. I
thought I was clear of all that.

Supergrass, huh?

Some moment of glory that was.

Look at us.

The Brady twins.

I thought we were going someplace.

We got there.

Sarah, yes, I know, I know, but this is
in both our interests.

I don't want to say anything over the
phone, but...

I think I've got something here.

Will you be wanting anything, Lady
Sarah?

No, nothing.

Thank you, Al.

Very well, madam.

What time was he found?

Quarter to eleven.

There was a complaint about the stereo.

Good God.

My thought as well.

In defence of injuries, all the blows
came from behind to his head.

We were talking in his office just a few
hours ago.

What about?

The trial. What do you think?

A PC found him.

Somebody complained about the music.

Careless. In what way?

Leaving the music on so the body could
be found.

But then even clever murderers do stupid
things like that.

What have we got?

Well, the guy from one of the other
blocks says that he saw a woman leaving

Forrester's flat about 20 past, half
past nine. A woman?

Yep. Came down the stairs, got into a
dark -coloured saloon and drove off.

Can you describe her?

No, but he says he's seen a car parked
here before.

He thinks... Oh,

Dad! Morning.

Come on.

Let's get you up to bed. I'm not going
to bed.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Get up these stairs.

Come on.

What are you doing with the tap? Come
on.

I was watching my sinners away.

I'll look after you, Susie.

I'll take care of my girl.

I'll look after you, Susie.

Don't see what McLintock's to gain by
having Forrester killed.

Even so, get on to area.

Let's have the whole lot in.

Coordinated strike.

We have to have some semblance of
evidence before we get in there mob

With respect, ma 'am.

There's no tape in the machine.

If we come down hard on McClintock's
firm in the first place, he might still

alive.

I suggest you take your gloves off,
gentlemen.

He marched them up to Maryhill.

And she marched them down again.

Someone's definitely been having a poke
around here.

Aye.

But what, though?

It's been a busy night.

Went off pretty smoothly, sir. Picked up
about 80 bodies.

How'd they?

Either hiding their hair in them, or to
have my cloud.

That's where I'm off to now. Have a word
with my snout.

They've got about three quarters of the
firm, John.

They get Neil Howden?

No.

We're all right, then. John, you are not
all right.

A procurator fiscal and one of his
deputies have been murdered. If they

you're behind it... I wasn't behind it.

Howden, then? The lad's a danger.

As far as I'm concerned, there's one
less palm to grease.

We have its uses.

If they find Brady now...

won't go to the mountain.

You've seen Brady? When?

The night after Rattray died.

Where? In the lobby downstairs of the
pub.

And you couldn't tell me?

He had a gun.

No messing.

You said if I breathed I would, I
wouldn't be limping anymore.

Why'd he come and see you, Eddie?

He wanted to know who stitched him up,
didn't he? And what did you tell him?

The truth.

He told me you didn't know.

You didn't have a gun poking down my
neck.

It was Forrester.

He's been in McClintock's pocket coming
up a year.

And I'm meant to believe that, am I?

Have I ever liked you done before, Mr
Jardine?

It's known things keeps me alive.

It's my business.

I checked my sources, so you better
believe it.

But Forrester was... What, in the side
of the angels?

Why is that now? Right enough.

We all have a price, Mr. Jardine.

So where's Howden?

were having an affair.

She used to come up to their flat in the
city once a week and stay over.

That's when they'd meet.

How do you know that, ma 'am?

I take care of the laundry as well as
the running of the house, Chief

She always took a valise with her.

When she came back, and I unpacked,
there was a strong smell of aftershave

her.

Not Mr Rattray.

Mr Forrester visited the house on
several occasions.

It was the same smell.

And you believe she told Mr Forrester
last night?

I know she did.

One just can't get the staff these days.

Or so it appears.

You don't deny you received a phone call
from Alan Forrester about seven o

'clock last night?

No.

What was the nature of the call?

He asked me to go over and see him.

You were having an affair?

It was over.

I think.

All my life.

Did you go?

Is there any point in denying it? You
can deny it if you want. No.

No, I went.

What happened when you got there?

Well, you've seen him.

He was like that when I...

When I arrived, I thought he... He

was still warm.

He was dead when you arrived?

Yes.

The blood in your clothes.

Alan's. What did you do?

Just left, I think.

It's something of a blur.

You said the affair was over.

Yes. Why did you go?

I went because Heath said he knew who
killed Ian.

Forrester. That's what Eddie says.

But he told Brady the same.

The night before Forrester was murdered.

Just when I thought it was making sense
of us.

Got to put him up amongst the front
runners.

Maybe.

If he was carrying a gun, why use an
axe?

The name's Gilmer.

Dennis Gilmer.

Aye, well, there you go, dear.

And the best of luck.

I'll just leave you to it.

Gilmer. Gilmer, you say.

Well? You could do worse than start
looking at the jeans.

You bathers never know when you've taken
a joke far enough, do you?

You've no right to hold us here.

No right whatsoever.

Where were you last night?

Well, you picked us up today.

There's maybe 10, 15 guys who can vouch
for me.

These are persons of previous good
character, are they?

I think my client has answered enough
questions.

If you continue to badger him in this
way... Who's Gilmore?

Who?

Dennis Gilmore.

Left back for Hibs? I don't know. Ask me
another.

You carry on being as fly as you like.

It won't get you anywhere.

You don't know shite, love.

That's enough, Houghton.

Aye.

You gain a one then, or what?

Now, you listen to me, you lowlife.

We'll get you, and we'll get McClintock,
and you'll all go away for a very long

time.

Tough talk, sister, but you better go
careful.

This time last week, there was three of
you bastards up against us.

Right, Ray.

Forrester.

Feeling lonely?

He as good as admitted it, Jack.

I mean, that was a threat, wasn't it?
Two down, one to go.

We couldn't hold him.

The only way to hold down a scumbag like
Howden is with evidence.

You're saying I told you so?

No, ma 'am.

I want McClintock and his mob put away
for keeps. So do I.

But by the book.

You and I haven't exactly got off on the
right foot, have we, Jim?

No. I think maybe I've been trying too
hard, and you broom, you know.

Oh, well.

You've been under a lot of pressure.

We've all been under pressure.

That's no excuse.

Maybe we could make a fresh start.

Good.

Now, who's this Gilmore you were asking
Howden about?

I'm not under caution now.

I'm telling you, I never touched him.

There's no need to be bashful.

If any of our credits do, I think John's
well pleased.

Get something cushy lined up for you as
a reward.

What about Brady?

That's what I'm talking about.

You ain't good with children.

Got him, sir.

Good. And?

Dennis Gilmer.

Lewd, indecent or libidinous practices.

Charged 21st of April 1973.

Committed for trial.

Jumped bail.

Warrant issued, but he was never found.

He may have skipped the country.

He's no exactly mack of a knife, is he?

And I was looking to find McClintock's
hitner.

Is that it?

Well, if there's no trial, there's no
details.

Is it the name of the arresting officer
of Sergeant Lennox and Dennis Gilmer's

new address at the time when he was
charged to give a false one?

Lewd practices.

Good God.

You're spending the whole day tracking
down a pervert.

Is that what the city pays you for?

What you at?

These papers at Forrester's.

Try to see if I can tie them in for
definite with McClintock.

You?

We still don't know what Gilmer was
doing at the PF's office.

Taggart wants me to track down this
Sergeant Lennon.

Do you swap?

What's the catch?

Oh, no catch.

Just thought I'd give you a hint.

If you'd rather be out and about... Oh,
no, I didn't say that.

What are you up to?

You're sure?

Oh, I'm sure.

I'm pretty badly damaged.

I know what I'm talking about.

I lifted Gilmore's pills from the door
to Rattray's office myself.

That's no mistake.

I spoke to Forrester's bank.

He's waxing over details of his accounts
by closing business.

Fine.

Mr. Horace.

Mr. Horace.

Who is it?

DCI Tiger, DC Reed, Strathclyde Police.

You got a minute?

What's this all about, then?

It's a mutter inquiry.

These guys are better suited to work,
eh?

And Alan Forrester?

Aye, I'm sure.

I wonder, I know you.

I brought your daughter back.

Oh, right, got you.

Jenny, isn't it?

Jackie. Jackie, that's right, Jackie.

Is that going to get you a cup of tea or
something?

No. I don't want to keep you back from
your work. Work?

Still for the house.

A bit slack just now, you know.

Slater? Aye.

Oh, I am, really.

Builder, painter, decorator.

But no, a roofer, first and foremost.
Good head for height, you know.

I hate you being on the wrong end of
that thing.

For the axe.

Good bit of gear.

Right tool for the right job. You're
halfway there, aren't you?

If it's Susie you're wanting, she'll be
back any minute.

Actually, Mr. Harris, she'll be wanting
to talk to you.

Have you any idea where Forrester got
that?

Did a wee job for him last spring.

Left him a leaflet in case he needed me
again. Could have gotten in contact with

you through his daughter, couldn't he?

Mr Harris, where were you the night
Rattray was killed?

I was here, at home, with Suzanne.

See?

Your daughter says she wasn't here that
night. No, no, no.

So you couldn't have spent the evening
with her? She's mistaken.

What did you do, Mr Harris?

Told you I was here.

Do you believe the relationship between
your daughter and Ian Rattray was purely

professional?

Who the bloody hell do you think you're
talking to? This is my house.

You think she's a slut?

Hey, hey, calm down. There's no need for
that.

Ruining my wee girl. And you know
better. Come around here with your

I know what you're thinking, you
bastard.

What's going on?

When are you taking him?

Get off! Let go!

Get off, you bastard!

Leave him alone!

Right, now.

Oh, my God.

Sergeant Lennon.

Not for the last ten years.

D .S. Jarden, Mary Hill.

Well, they say you're getting on when
the cops start looking younger.

Hey, you!

You!

I've got my eye on you. Just watch it.

What can I do for you, D .S. Jarden?

Well, I'm looking for some details about
a guy you nicked in the early 70s. A

guy called Gilmer. Dennis Gilmer.

Come on.

You must be kidding.

20 years ago?

Why, I'm a doll. I look like an
elephant.

Expect me to remember every guy I
nicked.

A bit of a long shot.

Long, out of sight is what it is.

It jumped bail, if it's any help.

You know it, isn't it?

Kenneth Gilmour.

What was the chart?

Flood and limp.

Flood and limp.

Jumped bail.

Hang on a minute.

Yes, I've got him.

A wee pervy of some sort. A flasher, a
keeper.

I just wanted to see what a guy he was,
you know.

I never intended to come, but... I don't
know what

came over me. It just happened.

And Forrester...

He's put his hands up to it.

Break out the beers, then?

Well done, Jim. I knew you'd crack it.

I'm not 100%, sir.

His knowledge of the details is sketchy
at best.

Nothing he could have picked up from the
papers.

My bidding?

The answer's here.

Tag it.

Oh, what now?

I'll be right over.

Dr Andrews. He says it's important.

It's okay.

You're still pregnant.

Is it Ratrith?

Madam, I'd be grateful if you'd pack me
a suitcase before you go. A suitcase,

madam? I can't live here with these
people clambering over everything.

I'm moving into the flat in town, if
you'd be so kind. The only suitcases

be packing are my own, madam.

You do wish to have decent references.

To be frank, madam, a reference from
this house will come to be seen as worse

than no reference at all.

These fingerprints come from Billy
Connor, the security guard.

Such were the defensive injuries I had
to reconstruct the fingers.

A bit like doing a jigsaw puzzle with a
little diplomacy.

Yes. Well, while I was doing that, our
friendly fingerprint officer here had

had Connor's prints to screen out from
the others found at the scene of the

murder. Having eliminated prints from
staff and cleaners, we're left with two

thefts that oughtn't to be there.

Brady and Gilmour.

These are Gilmour's prints, taken in
1973.

And these were taken from Billy Connor
this afternoon.

Look familiar?

And now, with Gilmore's prints
overlaid... They're identical, sir.

Connor and Gilmore are one and the same
person.

Rather puts Gilmore out of the frame,
wouldn't you say?

Yes? DS Jarden, Strathclyde Police.

Is this the residence of Mr Dennis
Gilmore? Yes.

I'd like to talk to him.

You'd better come in then.

Can you come

in?

This is Mr Gilmore.

Dennis, you've got a visitor.

Who's that boy?

to be a slag of a mother. Brady better
be at Nixon's boatyard at eight tomorrow

or she's going to be one kid short.

Is

Michael

back?

No, sir. He's still out looking for
Gilman.

You won't find him in this life.

Get your coat on. We're going to pay
Mrs. Connor a visit.

Right now, Gilmore is in the mortuary.

Fingerprints have confirmed that Dennis
Gilmore and Billy Connor were one and

the same.

We've all been looking for a dead man.

It's a wasted trip.

I was expecting someone younger.

Couldn't be a son you're looking for,
could it?

No, it's definitely Dennis Kilmer.

Well, that's why I was asking.

You see, he's Dennis too.

Dennis Junior.

Does he live here?

No, abroad as far as I know.

Australia, I heard.

Though he could be back by now.

Not that I would know anyway.

I think they had some kind of falling
out.

I believe the son was involved with the
police.

His father could never forgive him.

I'll take a look around.

Sure.

Can we have a word, Mrs. Connor?

Is it about Billy?

Anna Monroe speaking.

And you never heard them mention the
name Gilmore?

No, I've told you.

How old was your husband?

42.

His licence was issued in 1950.

Well, if he was driving in 1950, that
makes him near as 60, doesn't it?

How long have you been together?

About five years.

What is it he's supposed to have done?

We're not sure.

But you have to understand, when a
murdered man turns out not to be who he

thought he was... He was just a guy, Mr
Taggart.

Doing a job.

A job that got him killed.

Right.

Maybe.

I just can't believe he wouldn't have
told me.

You see why he wanted to keep it quiet,
though, can't you? I mean, criminal

record. There's no way they'd have given
him a job here.

We're screened, you see.

What was he like to work with?

Okay. I didn't know him that well. He'd
only been with us about three months,

but he was a bit of a romancer, if you
know what I mean.

A liar?

No, no lies as such. Just big this, big
that. Whatever you'd got, he'd got

better.

How'd he been lately?

Giving it a bit of your number about
quitting security, moving south, buying

big house.

And him without two halfpence to rub
together.

I took it all with a pinch of salt.

You know where he is.

Don't you?

You know where he's hiding.

It doesn't matter, hon. You be as brave
as you like.

We'll have him on home ground tomorrow.

Bastards. Not us, sweetheart, not us.

He'd have kept his mouth shut. There'd
have been none of this.

We looked after all of you while he was
inside.

Seen you all right.

His choice, babe.

His choice.

Roger.

We've had details of Forrester's account
from his bank.

Oh, I... Anything we hadn't expected.

In the past year, there have been three
deposits made of 50 grand each.

Apparently Forrester told his bank
manager they were consultants of his.

Well, now we know what he's been
consulted over.

Brady's security arrangements.

I hope you've told those two goons from
complaints and discipline.

Forensics, sir.

The Slater's route belonging to Alec
Harris.

Blood and tissue tests have proved
negative.

Well, why did he want Suzanne to say
that she was with him?

The ninth rat tree was murdered.

But he wanted her to cover for him.

But how about if it was the other way
around?

Alec Harris, you're charged with
assaulting a police officer in the

his duty and resisting arrest.

Assault? It's murder.

Not charged with murder.

You do not have to say anything, but
anything you say will be taken down and

maybe given in evidence.

Eh? You'll be remanded in custody.

I should keep him out of mischief for a
while. Tag him!

Tag him!

You've got to charge me!

Tag him!

I'm going to go to the police.

Oh, don't be so bloody stupid, Malcolm.

People like us don't go to the police.

I'm sure Uncle Sean will get her back.

I found them tucked away at the bottom
of an old chest.

Hilmer's bedroom is packed with camera
and developing equipment.

For people?

Looks like it.

So much for Gilmore, the hired assassin.

I can see why he didn't want his wife,
you know. This had been taken ages ago.

Tragedy about the hairstyles and make
-up and everything.

Who's he?

He looks like something that stepped out
of one of Jean's open university

programmes. Quite a popular subject.

He's in about two dozen of these things.

All different women.

I expect he's drawn his pension now.

I mean, he's 40 there if he's a day.

Not that that's... What do you want me
to do with these things?

Do what you want with them.

I'll go to home.

We followed them up, drew a blank, end
of story.

Maybe Gordon was right all along, going
with what I'm trying to talk.

Better luck tomorrow, yeah?

Home.

Oh,

you're not going out again.

Not I, Jim.

Who am I?

Jim, glad you could make it.

Hello, ma 'am.

Oh, Ellen, please. We're off duty now.

And this must be Jean.

Of course, if I'd had the time, I'd have
liked to have gone to university with

any of the children.

Well, it's never too late.

Jean was a mature student, weren't you?

Yes, that's right. So was it. Hmm,
thought it would be handy for the job.

wise, Ellen.

I don't know. I could count on one hand
the number of times I've actually had to

use it.

What do you do, David?

He's in engineering.

I'm in engineering.

You'll have to excuse him, Jim. He only
flew in this afternoon from Bahrain.

She always drops these things on me at
the last minute. If it were you, we'd

have no social life whatsoever.

How will it be out there long?

About a week. Just get used to the time
difference, then whoosh, back again.

Ellen! What is it? In the garage.

Oh, dear God.

If this was the work of our colour, it
would put Suzanne and

Alec Harris out of the frame.

If so?

Up to now, he's not been in the habit of
giving out warnings.

own house couldn't do such a thing it's
sick neil howden made much the same

threat at the station bar we have to
take it seriously it'll be a couple of

best men no i won't be intimidated jack
for david's sake they won't

come back they've done what they came
for i've got the message

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Are you getting full for this game,
Sean?

Look, I hate long drawn -out goodbyes.

So...

Where are we going to go?

Just away.

As far away from John McClintock as we
can get.

Would you want to end up at the bottom
of the Clyde, too?

Oh, God. At least we've got as long as
them.

Now, will you just pack?

Listen.

I know where you're playing.

You believe Suzanne killed Rattray. We
believe whoever killed Rattray killed

Forrester. Now, Suzanne didn't have an
alibi for the night of Rattray's murder,

but she was covered for Forrester.

No. She was driving around.

She stole for petrol in Lainsey.

She paid by credit card.

The time of the transaction is printed
on the counterfoil. 9 .05 p .m.

The same time Forrester was getting his
brains bashed out.

Now, do you still want to confess?

I'm still doing it for wasting police
time.

Let's get into the other bar. I'm not
drinking without fear.

Some provision will obviously have to be
made for the... for your child.

It's what Ian would have wanted.

He wanted me to get rid of it.

Perhaps he didn't want you to feel you
had to have it.

He must have loved you very much.

There was nothing he wanted more than to
have a child.

We couldn't.

I couldn't have children.

If he was prepared to lose that rather
than to see you burdened.

As I said, I'll make arrangements.

I can make my own arrangements.

As Ian's heir, my child will be entitled
to part of his estate.

However much.

Whatever that is, it will have my blood
right.

And not your charity.

I had a word with forensic boys before
they left last night.

No sign of a forced entry.

That doesn't bother me so much as the
warning.

I put her on her guard.

I can't see what it's gaining them.

Look, sorry, pal. Aye, all right. Aye,

aye, aye. All right, all right, all
right.

That's the creep that had my wallet.

Hey.

I want a word with you.

Who's your mate?

Mate? My mate.

The other wee fella, the one that hits
people in the head while you lift their

wallets.

Oh, it's all coming back to you now, is
that?

That's what you got to do about it.

Eh? I'm not going to do anything.

Here you go, sir.

Hate to find you in difficulty
financially.

It's the young guy that spilled your
drink.

What can I say? Could I find those feet?

Of course.

What are you having?

Put a tender in the chariot boat.

Chief Inspector, we were only doing a
job.

Nothing personal.

Fine.

I was having a bit of a think about
Dennis Gilmer. Yeah?

It was the college he worked at, St.
Jatharines.

He only came to me this morning.

Jackie, take her on up there. See if
anybody remembers her.

Okay, sir.

McClintock's on his way.

Have you found Brady?

The police

have now had a further 48 hours to find
Mr. Brady. They have not met with

success.

Given the fatal lack of corroboration in
the Crown's case, I am left with no

alternative but to direct the jury to
find the accused not guilty.

So where do we go from here?

They need a pub.

Come on. I'm buying.

This result is not just a victory for
me.

It's a victory for justice.

However... I will not rest until a full
and unreserved apology is forthcoming

from the police.

Thank you.

Hello, John.

You shouldn't have brought the kids into
it, Neil.

He was employed by the college as an odd
job man, but he left us in 1973

after the unpleasant episode of The
Pictures.

Gilmore had been watching the women in
their rooms, taking snapshots. We called

in the police, but it never came to
trial. Nothing more was ever heard of

take it he's fallen foul of the law
again, or you wouldn't be here.

Well, he's been murdered.

At the time of his death, he was going
under the name of Billy Connor.

I'm sorry, did you say Connor?

Yes. We had a lecturer called William
Connor. He did a moonlight flit about

months before Gilmore left us.

Middle of term, just disappeared
overnight. No letter of resignation, no

forwarding address.

Tell truth, you weren't all that sorry
to be shot of him.

Why is that?

Something of a bad lot, I'm afraid. In
retrospect, probably rather worse than

Gilmore. Connor also had a reputation
among the women students, mind you.

You can see what they went for, can't
you?

You must believe me.

I had nothing to do with killing
Rattray.

It was Neil Howden.

Howden killed Radcliffe?

He told you this?

Not in as many words, but we knew.

He was a law unto himself.

He would have done anything if he
thought it would get John free.

Area car spot in Brady's hut, at the
necropolis.

Thank you.

Climbing helicopter.

There's no way down from there. The area
is surrounded by armed officers.

So now, come down and give yourself up.

There's no need for any more killing,
John.

You'll have to show himself sooner or
later.

Ground secure, ma 'am.

Sit here all night if we have to.

And when the light comes... Perimeter's
blown.

Mum!

Don't do anything stupid, son.

Back off!

Back off any closer and I'll shoot her.

You don't want to do that.

Put the gun down.

Give me somebody to drive this car.

Hey, you. You'll do.

Now, you're going to drive me and her
out of here.

Do it!

Stay where you are, Sergeant Charlton.
You shut your mouth.

You're in enough trouble as it is, Sean.
Don't make matters worse.

Get in that bloody car.

Or by Christ, I'll shoot.

Do it!

What were you doing at the PAF's office,
Sean?

What? We know you were there.

Why?

Rasseri told me to come in for a talk.

When I got there, he was dead.

Hold still!

Now, come on, get in.

What are you doing? Come on, then, you
bastard! Shoot me! Go on, shoot!

Behave!

It's all over.

It's all over now.

How is she, Jim?

As well as can be expected.

Well, a good job your man went for a
headshot. Otherwise, it might have been

Mike Jordan I was examining here.

How's that?

Where the hell did he get hold of the
body armor?

Oh, he stuck him in it for the court
appearance.

Well, I can tell you this.

It saved his life once.

These papers that were stolen from the P
.S. officer.

He denied any involvement with the rat
race murder.

Well, with him, McClintock, and Hayden
dead, that's an answer.

I can get you something stronger if you
need it, ma.

I'm driving.

Best keep a clear head.

Oh, um... I asked Michael Jardine to
drive you home.

Oh, thanks all the same, Jim.

But I'd rather do it myself.

You should.

I'm fine.

Oh, you can tell Jack to stand down the
protection, too.

It's OK. I know he did it in my best
interest.

But with Holden dead, the danger's past.

Lady Sarah's here, sir.

Says he's coming you to see.

Some of the foresters sent him.

Dear Sarah, if you have received this
and do not know what it is, I must

the worst.

Take the tape to the police.

Give it to Taggart.

He sent it to our flat here in Glasgow.

I haven't been since.

Since he and I met.

He was just lying there with the junk
mail.

Went off the day after he was murdered,
sir. Going with the postmark.

Jackie. Forrester.

That's his answerphone too.

You got the message, Alan? That's
Howden, isn't it?

Dangerous talk costs lives.

Alan, it's 8 .10pm. I'm at home. I'll be
here all evening.

I think we might have another angle on
McClintock. If you get a chance, give me

a call.

Running back.

Howden asking him if he's got the
message.

Could mean anything.

It's the end of it, Michael.

Would you excuse us, Lady Sarah?

Of course.

It's just the DCS. I think we might have
another angle on McClintock.

If you get a chance, give me a call.

Turn it off. Play it back.

Alan, it's 8 .10pm. I'm at home. I know
that sound.

I think we might have another angle on
McClintock.

If you get a chance, give me a call. The
pinging is the lift doors opening and

closing on Connor's body.

You know what you're saying, Jim.

No, it's... It's unthinkable.

Besides, nobody knew Rattray was meeting
Brady. Nobody.

Normally, he would have been away home.

That's the same mistake we've all made,
sir. I don't believe Rattray was the

intended victim. I think it was this,
uh, Connor, Gilmore, whatever you want

call him. He was the only person meant
to be in the building.

The security guard.

Rattray just happened to be there. Maybe
he heard the noise, went to

investigate.

Wake him, Connor.

Nobody home?

Michael, take the kitchen. Jackie, help
us, dear.

Looks like she's left, sir.

Wardrobes and drawers have been emptied.

Quite the happy wee snapper, wasn't he,
our Dennis Gilmore?

Oh, that's Connor.

The real one.

Dr. William Connor.

Who's the girl?

Shh!

There's no path forward, is there?

Just watch it.

That's where Dennis Gilmour thought the
big house down south was coming from.

It is.

Blackmail.

So Rattray was just in the wrong place
at the wrong time?

Why kill Forrester?

She was prepared for Gilmour. Rattray,
no.

She panicked.

Tried to make an alibi for herself by
ringing Forrester from the PS office.

Only he was out.

And the answer phone took the call.

At some point she must have realised
what she'd left in that tape.

She didn't have to kill him.

How would she know he wasn't on to her?

Yes, Michael.

She had to kill him.

So the threat to her in her garage, sir?

It's what's called gilding a lily. Come
on.

Let's get round to her house.

Pick her up.

Bring this along with you.

I don't think we're going to find her at
home.

Let me see your hands.

Let me see your hands.

I've got a gun.

Where's the money?

Where's the film?

I want to see the money first.

So here.

It had better be.

Where's the film?

At my house.

You said you'd bring it with you. That's
what we agreed.

You just... Put the money down on the
seat beside you. Not without the film.

Put it down.

What happened to your gun?

This'll do for me.

I don't think so.

Give me the money or by Christ I'll
strike you!

It's finished, Helen.

It's finished.

And this time for good.

A momentary lapse of reason while the
balance of her mind was impaired.

Connor, you've to taunt me, you know.

Tell me about the others.

notches on his bedposts.

Conquest.

Funny thing is, I don't think he even
liked women.

Gilmore helped you dispose of the body?

Yes.

Though I never guessed he was going to
take over Connor's identity.

I thought I'd forgotten about it.

I thought it was past, dead and buried.

Must have been the publicity, my
appointment, DCS.

Brought Gilmore out of the woodwork for
his pound of flesh.

Except this time, he was calling himself
Connor and he wanted more than flesh.

I knew when I saw him for the first time
at the PF's office what I had to do.

But I never thought there was two of
them.

When did she contact you?

This morning.

The usual, a well -wisher.

And you know what blackmailers are.

Never satisfied. A couple of thousand
here, a couple of thousand there.

But it wasn't the money.

It was David.

And the job.

The job more than anything.

I couldn't let the job down.

You've done nothing but.

Get her out of here.

I think you better have a word, sir.

I don't want you moping.

It's not just me.

We all admired her.

You admired her achievement.

Is there a difference?

In my book, yeah.

Jean was saying you fancied a shot at
the college.

Computers, wasn't it?

Well, if you like... I don't think so.

Thanks all the same.

William Connor Here

endeth the lesson

you take your share of the good times