All language subtitles for Taggart s09e05 Forbidden Fruit [New Years.Special]

Artificial insemination by donor can
cause tremendous problems.

That's why I want you both to think very
carefully about it.

Some men hold it against their children
in later life.

On the positive side, Cathy, the child
is yours.

You'll never know who the father is.

We have thought about it, Dr Miller.

We want this baby.

Better it's half ours.

I'll take these for you, Joyce. Thanks,
Gavin.

Mum, Mum, I'm sorry. I've got stuck in
terrible traffic on Great Western Road.

How are you?

You shouldn't be driving in that state.
Couldn't Martin have come? Oh, he's

busy. He's got a deadline for me. No.

You should be at home in your state
resting.

Well, what do you think of it?

Martin designed it himself. He's
terribly proud of it.

Oh, you haven't bought the pram already.

Before the baby's gone.

Mum, don't be so old -fashioned.

It's bad luck.

I'll fetch Martin down. Make yourself at
home.

here. Don't try and be nice to her.

What's for dinner?

Bat soup?

Oh, Mum, I'm sorry. I should have warned
you.

That's Martin's hobby.

I hope they don't get into the house. I
hate things fluttering around me.

They're tropical butterflies.

They need a constant temperature.

Well, it's nice to have you here.

Would you like a drink, Joan?

Not at midday.

Oh, Ian and Uncle Tom are coming round
tomorrow for your birthday.

They could have been here to greet me
today, but that's families for you. They

all grow up and leave you.

Hello, Jim.

Peter.

I don't believe it.

Come in.

Look at her.

Peter. Oh, how wonderful to see you.

You're looking well. Thank you.

How are you, Jim? We're doing okay.

How are things at the office?

Since you left, great.

The clear -up rate has doubled.

Hasn't it, Gene?

I fear you haven't lost your
scintillating wit. I never found it to

What are you doing?

I'm running my own security consultancy
in Edinburgh.

Here's my card.

Who's this?

It's my wife, Marta.

She's Portuguese.

And that's my son.

He's three months old.

You got married?

We didn't tell anyone.

We did it quietly in the south of France
on holiday.

You always had to be different.

Congratulations. Thanks.

What I came to ask is, having him
christened, and I wondered if you'd like

the godparents.

Godparents? Oh, Jim, we'd love to. Good.

What are you calling him?

Xavier.

That's a nice name.

Go down well in Edinburgh.

She's lonely.

I thought I'd made a good effort.

Martin, I want to tell her about the
AID.

Do we have to go into that?

Ian and Uncle Tom know, and one of them
says something, and she finds out, and

we didn't tell her.

I'd feel awful.

How do you think I feel?

Everyone in your family knowing.

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

Nothing to be... You're carrying another
man's child because I can't... See

reason, Cathy.

Dr. Miller said you might feel like
this.

Dr. Miller didn't know that you were
going to tell your uncle.

That he was going to tell your brother.
And now, because of it, your mother's

got to know.

He's ours.

And I'm going to love him to death.

Mum.

There's something I've got to tell you.
What's that?

Well, Martin and I went to a fertility
clinic.

Oh, yes?

I had an AID.

That stands for artificial insemination
by donor.

What are you telling me?

That's it, really.

The donor remains anonymous, so we never
know who the father is.

We've been trying a long time.

Are you saying the baby's not Martin's?
I didn't want you to find out some other

way, Mum.

You've got another man's baby inside
you.

It happens to lots of couples.

It's unnatural.

How can you bring up another man's
child?

We don't think of it as another man's
child, Mum. We think of it as our own. I

brought four of you into the world
without having to go to any clinic to

another man's stuff put inside me. Well,
maybe you didn't have the problems we

had. Don't you talk to me about
problems. And I brought you all up

-handed. Oh, Mum, this is different.

You could have adopted.

If you were half a man, you wouldn't
have put Cathy through something like

Get her out of here.

Are you smiling for your daddy? Are you
smiling for your daddy?

Yeah.

So,

this is the wee fella.

What's his name?

Xavier.

Xavier?

What's wrong with you?

Never seen a baby before.

Can I hold him?

Yes, of course.

Don't drop him, sir.

Talking about my godson.

What's all this?

An outbreak of christenings.

This is DP Rob Gibson.

He's new.

This baby's been christened in Sunday.

Peter Livingston.

Marta.

Peter used to be with us.

Aye.

Aye.

Shall I take Javier, Chief Inspector?

Aye.

Yeah.

Got a lot to do.

Oh, oh, thank you.

It ought to be a log, isn't it?

Oh, Daddy. Bringing a baby into the
police station? No.

Calling a cadaver.

I mean, Xavier Livingstone. So you
finally made it to inspect her.

I hear you got passed over for
promotion.

That's why you quit the force.

They were a private enterprise.

Pull of the 80s.

A little nostalgic, eh?

Actually, I thought a university
education was wasted on you lot.

And I thought a security firm was
something you formed when you retired.

I thought women were bitchy.

Make a point to Grandma and wish her a
happy birthday.

Bye -bye, Grandma.

See you, Mum. Take care. Maybe see you
soon, eh?

Bye -bye. Bye -bye. Bye.

Happy birthday.

He looks very smart.

You should be ashamed of him like that.

I like it this way, Mum.

It's a good job your uncle employs you.
If he didn't, nobody else would.

Don't go on at him, John. Not on your
birthday.

Here you are, John.

Oh, did Uncle Tom tell you? They've just
got a big cemetery contract.

That's right. Eight grand's worth.

I'll have to go out in a minute.

Oh, leaving us again?

You're always rushing out. Never enough
time for Cathy.

It's important business, Joan.

I've got to see a client.

Nothing's quite so important as your
child.

Even if he is somebody else's.

I thought everyone in the family knew. I
mean, it's not a secret, is it? Mum.

No, Joan, it's not a secret. Well, then,
these things have got to be aired,

haven't they? Not now.

I mean, you're not ashamed of what
you've done, Martin. That's what you've

telling me.

What have I said? I don't understand.

You understand bloody well.

Martin, sit down.

Please.

I don't know why she's like that.

I mean, I know she's very bitter because
our father left when we were young, but

that's no reason, is it?

Oh, I wanted her to be around at the
birth, but now I'm not so sure.

Would you like us to talk to her?

We'd gladly do that.

Martin's going to love the baby, I know,
but it's as though his mind's being

poisoned.

Well, you have to make a difficult
decision, Cathy.

It's vitally important you put Martin
and the baby first.

You mean send her home?

It's your life, Cathy.

It's your future.

Could you talk to her? Make her see it's
not unnatural.

I have an idea.

Why don't you bring her along to the
Gibsons' christening tomorrow?

We'll be there.

And she can see their baby and hold it.

Though you wouldn't want to embarrass
your friends.

No. No, of course not.

Oh, Ruth!

Ruth, this is my mum. This is Mrs.
Miller, Dr.

Miller's wife. She runs the clinic.

Pleased to meet you.

How do you do?

Well, I'll see you later, Ruth, OK?

Sure.

Well, next time they'll come for a wee.
Hi there.

This is Mr Morton. This is my mother.
She's staying with us for a while.

to meet you.

I think we're going to have the noise
abatement society here if we don't all

in.

Hi. Hi.

This is my mother. This is Rob and
Michelle.

Rob's in the police force.

Could my mum hold the baby a minute?

She just loves babies.

Sure.

Don't you think he's got Rob's eyes?

Can't see it.

I can see plenty of me in him though.

What's wrong with her?

I don't think I can put up with it.

Hear the words of our Lord Jesus Christ,
who after his resurrection and before

his ascension, commanded his disciples,
saying, All authority in heaven and on

earth has been committed to me.

Go forth, therefore, and make all
nations my disciples.

Baptize men everywhere in the name of
the Father and the Son and the Holy

Spirit.

And be assured I am with you always to
the end of time.

Mum?

Mum, what's wrong?

Just leave me alone.

I'm going shopping with Michelle. You
can come if you want.

No, I'll stay here.

Plead yourself.

I might not be here when you get back.

I have tried, Mum. I can't try any more.
I'm sorry.

You want to see a doctor.

Your grandmother believed that babies
who died unbaptised turned into little

butterflies.

You both had strange ideas.

We were both midwives.

We've brought enough of them into the
world.

What's the matter with him?

Oh, he's had what we call an
interception.

That's an intestinal blockage which can
produce a haemorrhage. But don't worry,

he's going to be all right.

We're just typing his blood and we're
going to give him a blood transfusion.

know what type he is.

He's type O.

We're both blood donors.

Well, we have to check. I'm sure you
understand.

Come and see him.

Remarkable.

Dr Rossi, quite remarkable.

Care to share it with us?

It's the first time I've ever seen one
of these.

That is a New Guinea birdwing.

Magnificent specimen.

I've got one at home on a stamp.

Very interesting. I'm sure Tag will be
glad to hear it. Regarding her, I'd look

for something long and thin.

Like a knitting needle?

Yes.

There's one in the room.

The other one's missing.

Looks as if she was dragged in here.

Who found her?

I did, Inspector.

Name? Ken Morton. I'm the Minister of
North Church.

Can I ask what you're doing round the
back?

Cathy, her daughter, she's in my
congregation.

Her mother took ill in church yesterday.
I just came round to see how she was.

Round the back?

Well, I got no answer at the front. It
seemed the logical thing to do.

I have been here before, seen her
husband's butterflies.

When you say she was ill, what do you
mean?

She just ran out of the church as though
she was going to be sick.

Cathy told me after she had a phobia
about butterflies and one landed beside

in the church.

Some people are afraid of the...

Strangest things.

You mean a real pathological phobia?

Yes.

Possibly something that happened in her
childhood.

So, knowing she had an irrational fear
of butterflies, you went to look for her

in a conservatory full of them?

Oh, I think this could be interesting.

Right, thank you very much, gentlemen.
Thank you.

A bit of space, please. What's wrong?
What's happening?

Are you Cathy Adam?

Yes, what's wrong?

I'm sorry.

It's your mother.

She said... She said she might not be
there when I got back.

Might not be there?

Meaning she might have gone home.

The disagreement with your husband, what
was that about?

I can't say.

I'm sorry, you have to.

It's my baby.

It's not Martin's.

It was conceived by artificial
insemination by a donor.

Mum thought that was unnatural.

And how did Martin take that?

He rowed with her about it.

She kept saying he was only half a man.

Where was your husband this morning?

He left for work at half past eight.

Did they have a row this morning?

No.

Who did you go shopping with?

I was supposed to meet a friend in town,
but she didn't turn up.

Name?

Michelle Gibson.

Her husband's a detective constable
here, Rob Gibson.

But I don't understand.

You're telling us that Scott's blood
group B. That's impossible.

We're both blood group O. As we told
you, we're both blood donors. We know

these things.

I'm sorry, but there's no doubt.

How can it possibly be?

Could you please leave us, Doctor?

I'll be in the office if you need me.

Rob, some mistake must have been made at
the clinic.

But how?

I don't know how.

I know what you're thinking.

There was never anybody else.

There's no way there could have been.

They're usually back from lunch at this
time. I don't know what... Ah.

Dr Miller, this gentleman... I want to
see you in your office.

What's the problem, Mr Gibson? I'll tell
you what the problem is.

We came to this clinic because we've
been trying for years without success to

have a baby.

Well, just sit down and try to be calm.
How can I be calm? I've just found out

I'm not the baby's father.

That's impossible.

He had a haemorrhage because of an
intestinal blockage.

He needed a blood transfusion. He was
typed as blood group B, and he didn't

that from either Michelle and myself.

There has to be some mistake.

Oh, there was a mistake, all right, and
it was made here.

What I want to know is how.

I really am at a loss how to account for
it.

There is no way here that your semen
could get mixed up with that of a donor.

I performed the operation myself.

It was a straightforward transfer of
your semen to your wife because of the

hostile mucus at the neck of her womb.

But it wasn't straightforward, was it?

What are you doing back?

What's wrong?

Shell's fine.

Scott's out of danger.

What happened?

Something called an interception.

Intestinal blockage.

Caused him to haemorrhage.

You really shouldn't be here.

I need to talk.

Got a friend of yours in.

Martin Adams.

Martin? Yeah. Involved in a domestic.

He says mother -in -law we found
murdered this morning.

You can leave.

Sit down.

You sure you're all right?

Why should he kill her?

His wife was carrying another man's
child.

They had it by anonymous donor at one of
these fertility clinics.

Kathy's mother, well, she'd been
needling him about not being able to

his own children.

Looks like it boiled over.

The Carlton Clinic?

Yeah. How do you know?

Mike, can I talk to you in confidence?

Of course.

Michelle and I went to the clinic too.

That's where we first met Martin and
Kathy.

Michelle had this problem and we had to
have Scott by artificial insemination.

Donor? No, not donor. Mine.

I've just found out he isn't mine.

I had to type his blood for a
transfusion.

Mikey's got a different blood group.

I've just come from the clinic.

Dr. Miller didn't seem to want to give
an explanation.

Come on, Martin.

We know how it is.

Every word she said was a blow to your
pride.

No man can put up with that.

I went to work.

Kathy was in the house. She was the last
to see my mother -in -law.

You could have come back.

You didn't get to the office till ten
past eleven.

Your mother -in -law was murdered at ten
o 'clock.

That gave you an hour and ten minutes to
do it and clean up.

Then you dragged the body in among your
butterflies, where it wouldn't be

discovered till later.

I didn't kill her.

Did she have a go at you this morning?

No.

No aspersions on your virility?

No!

I went out of the house without even
speaking to her.

That's a nasty temper you've got.

How would you feel?

Have somebody rubbing it in that you're
incapable of having children?

That's exactly her point.

Think he's cracking, sir?

Any more aspersions or he's virility and
he would have cracked you.

Sir, can I talk to you about something
delicate?

How delicate?

Very delicate.

What does it have to do with the Adams?

It's maybe nothing, sir.

Only Rob and Michelle are their friends,
and they went to the same clinic.

This is a simple domestic.

It's no more than that.

According to Rob, there's no way a
mistake could have been made at that

He provided the semen, and it was
injected straight into his wife.

The only way a mistake could have been
made was if, well, it wasn't a mistake.

What are you telling me?

You want to investigate a suspicious
birth?

Gibson, take care of it with the BNA or
whatever it is. We can't get involved.

I know it's a bit out of left field.

Left field, Michael?

It's off the pitch.

Be discreet.

Colin, there are some police officers to
see you.

You better let them come in, then.

Will you come in, please?

Would you mind just waiting outside, Mrs
Millard?

Yes, I would.

I want to know what this is concerning.

I'm Detective Inspector Jardine. This is
Detective Constable Reid.

We're colleagues of Rob Gibson, who
attended the clinic here.

Why don't you take a seat?

You probably know what this is about.

Yes, I had guessed.

Well, do you have any explanation?

None at all.

And you're not even prepared to venture
one?

It's a mystery, isn't it?

I'm sure we can come up with an
explanation given time.

Though it's hardly a police matter, is
it?

Yes, I mean to say this has just been
thrust upon us.

There are ways, of course, of finding
out who the father is by DNA

fingerprinting.

That takes... time.

You probably want to know before then.

Ruth, would you mind leaving us alone,
please?

Well, you can all carry me out bodily,
if you like.

Well, I knew all this would come out one
day. I just didn't expect it to be

today.

You knew what would come out?

I'm the baby's father.

Why does any man want to be a father?

You deliberately used my own yes.

Was this the first time?

No.

In those cases where artificial
insemination was by a donor, it must

more tempting for you.

It was.

Are we talking about one child or three
or four?

About 60.

Ruth

can't have

children.

Seems strange, doesn't it? Fertility
clinic doctor whose wife can't have

children.

You impregnated 60 women.

Not that many. Some had twins, you see.
Look, I've wanted to tell somebody about

this for some time.

The more I did it, the easier it became.

And nobody might ever have known.

But I walk down the street now and I
think, that's my child.

My line.

And that gives me more satisfaction than
you can know.

A couple called Martin and Kathy Adams.

We're having a baby by donor
insemination.

Are you the father?

I've no idea. I never kept any records.

Your child.

You're lying and you don't keep any
records?

Xavier Livingston.

I've been on to the PF.

They haven't a bloody clue what to
charge him with.

Well, if they haven't, I'm sure I don't.

What about fraud, sir?

There's never been a crime like this in
this country.

I mean...

Is it even a crime?

It's even worse than that, sir.

A donor shouldn't be used for more than
a dozen or so donations.

Otherwise there might be too many
offspring with the same father in the

community.

They might, unknowingly, grow up and
marry each other.

Has it anything whatever to do with Joan
Matheson's mother?

It's hard to make any connection, sir.

But we can't ignore it.

The Adams are on the list.

Along with somebody else we know.

Stay out just now, Rob. Look, I want to
know.

I want to know who my kid's father is.

It's him, isn't it?

Dr Miller.

Well, isn't it?

I'll kill him.

You're in enough trouble, Martin.

I didn't murder my mother -in -law.

I never saw her after I left for work,
OK?

Now leave us alone.

God knows we need it.

Does it matter?

What do you mean, does it matter?

Who the father is.

He's still going to be our baby.

He's not going to be ours.

He's going to be yours and his.

Imagine what your mum would have made of
that.

Don't talk about her that way.

You could consider professional
counselling.

Professional counselling?

We had professional counselling.

From the man that did this.

I don't think so.

You're with the baby.

Had a good day?

Not over yet.

We'd better get home and put him to bed.

No.

No, don't go yet.

Jean, you and Martha go to the kitchen,
make a better supper.

I want to speak to Peter on his own.

What can be so important?

Plenty.

Come on. Come. Come to mommy.

There, that's it.

Oh, who's a sleepy boy?

Huh?

Oh.

Baby, baby, baby.

Okay, what's all this, Inedo?

Peter, I was always like a father figure
to you.

Jim, you were a lot of things.

A father figure was never one of them.

This is difficult.

But I want you to know before the papers
get hold of it, and they will by the

morning... Get hold of what?

The Carlton Fertility Clinic.

I believe you and Martha went.

How do you know about that?

The point is... No.

Now, the point is, I asked you and Dean
to be godparents, not to go probing into

my life.

I know the boy was born by donor
insemination.

You don't know anything.

I'm not interested in what problems you
had.

Good.

Because they've got nothing to do with
you.

Dr Miller is the father of your son.

And the father of about 60 other
children in Glasgow.

Though you ought to know.

Well, the PAF decides what charges to
bring.

Our advice to you is to get out of
Glasgow.

As far out as possible.

For your own safety.

Can't the police guarantee us safety?

Again, 60 angry husbands who would like
to lynch you.

Some friends of ours have a holiday
home. We can stay there.

And be fugitives?

Only until my... trial comes up. There
will be a trial, I take it.

Almost certainly.

Can you get rid of those press that are
camped outside? I really don't want my

picture all over the papers.

Give them a break.

Do none of you ever want to be a father?

Are they still there?

Vultures.

I'm sorry, Ruth.

You destroy our careers and you say
sorry?

Couldn't help it.

So easy to start with.

A dozen children or so who would ever
have known.

So why didn't you stop?

I wondered why... It was always there at
the back of my mind why you had to be

at every christening.

If I'd been able to have children, would
it have made any difference?

Possibly.

So it's my fault.

You didn't say that.

Our marriage has been wonderful, is
wonderful, I mean that.

We've never needed children.

The clinic made up for all that.

You made up for it!

My God.

What I think of the marriages you've
ruined.

The couples out there destroying
themselves because of your selfishness.

children who are going to grow up hated
because of what you are.

Did you ever stop to think of that?

Oh, don't cry for us, Colin. Cry for
them.

Do it tonight or we lose the chance.

I'm a serving police officer. I can't be
part of it. That wouldn't have stopped

me. Just think on it.

All of you, thinking what you're doing.

Miller didn't stop to think what he was
doing.

I spent a fortune on fertility
treatment.

We all did.

Raised hopes that turned out to be lies.

Can any of you say that your marriage is
going to survive this?

Yes, I can.

Come on, what are we waiting for?

Let's go, for God's sake. Think of the
consequences.

You sit here and think of the
consequences.

We already have.

We want to see Miller.

Just turn around and go home. Oi! Oi,
you can't go in there. Try stopping it.

Come back,

come back, come back.

Bye, idiots!

Oh, come on, why don't you just put down
a mobile phone?

Get him up.

This is for twins.

Hold the captain.

Open up! Open up! Open up!

Open up!

Open up!

Goodnight.

You should know better. You had no right
to keep me in here. I had every right.

Conspiracy, obstructing a police
officer, assault.

I never even touched him.

I'm going to throw the book at you.

That's a fine present to give your
godson.

Go ahead.

What got into you?

Do you know what it's like not being
able to give your wife a child?

And then discovering the anonymous donor
was the very doctor you entrusted.

No reason to take the law into your own
hands.

I'd take it again, given half a chance.

You do, Peter.

I'll have you hung, drawn and quartered.

You always were a bully, Jim.

I meant to say that to you when I was
still in the force.

Well, you should have.

Because you might regret saying it now.

You knew what they were doing, and you
did nothing.

They tried to involve me.

You knew what they were doing, and you
did nothing!

I did nothing, sir.

Least I can tell my kid that in 20
years' time when he's old enough to

understand.

I did nothing, and I'm proud of it.

You are looking at suspension.

So, this is prison.

You'd better get used to it.

As prisons go, it's got a nice view.

You may not come to that.

Oh, it will, Colin.

They'll find something to charge you
with.

You'll probably make legal history.

Will you wait for me?

If I do?

I don't know.

How do I know how I'll feel in a few
months' time?

Don't touch me, Colin, please, no.

Just don't touch me. I need you more
than ever now, Ruth.

We'll start afresh somehow.

Doing what?

Running a grocery shop, perhaps?

Nobody will employ either of us ever
again.

Our careers are over.

Change our names.

It's easy.

I need time to think.

That's why I'm not going to be around a
lot of the time.

You can't.

Do you expect me to sit here for weeks?

You're going to leave me alone?

Somebody has to look after the clinic.

All that equipment.

even though it is closed.

Enjoy the peace and quiet.

In a few months' time, when your face is
all over the news and you're looking at

life from a prison cell, it'll seem like
paradise.

Lay off, Adams.

What?

Well, for a while.

Joan Matheson had a brother and three
sons.

Find out what you can from them.

We need evidence.

We haven't got it.

But you still think it's Adams, sir?
It's a family murder, all right.

What are you running here?

Bonnie baby contest?

They're all Dr. Miller's children. We
got them from the parents.

I think they brighten the place up a wee
bit.

Here are the keys to Joan Matheson's
house in Aberdeen.

Cheer me up by seeing what you can find.

Ugly lot, aren't they?

She's a difficult woman.

Poisonous. She didn't deserve what
happened to her.

Are you her only brother, Mr Fleming?

Aye.

We were close once.

Not for a while, though.

Ian over there, he was the last one to
leave home.

He couldn't go on living with her any
longer, so he came down here to work for

me.

It's not very nice to be ill of the
dead, is it?

I, uh... I believe you were at this
birthday party and she made remarks

the child not being Martin's.

It was a cruel thing.

She knew it was cruel, of course.

She liked to stab us all in the back.

Why? She was a bitter woman.

Her husband left her when she was 28
with four children to bring up on her

She tried to cling on to them, but one
by one they left her.

She never forgave them.

So why did Cathy invite her down here?

Good question.

Do you have the answer?

She was always closer to Joan than the
boys, being the only daughter.

Cathy was always big -hearted.

Too big -hearted.

Who are you?

I live at the bungalow up the road.

Joan asked me to keep an eye on the
place.

Oh.

I'm Detective Constable Jackery from
Maryhill Police Station in Glasgow.

Ah, I thought somebody would come.

Terrible business.

I drove her to the bus station.

Excited she was at the thought of seeing
her daughter.

Being there at the bath.

How long have you known her?

For 30 -odd years.

Knew all her family.

Saw them grow up.

Lovely children they were.

She was a midwife, I believe.

And her mother before her.

Old -fashioned she was.

Superstitious. In the 20th century?

Oh, the old superstitions. They die
hard.

She used to say, unbaptised babies
turned into butterflies if they died.

Butterflies? Scared of them she was.

Run a mile like they were the souls of
dead children.

She just couldn't cope with the idea of
us becoming independent.

She missed

my

brother Angus's wedding.

She said she couldn't find the church,
but we reckon she did it deliberately.

He's the one in Australia?

Gavin, he's the one in Canada.

She went to his wedding, but she ignored
his wife all the way through it.

On Cathy's wedding, what about that?

Cathy's different.

She kept in with Cathy, in spite of
Martin.

Nobody in her family killed her.

She was her mum, whatever else she was.

She wasn't Martin's mum.

He loves Cathy. He wouldn't have done
it.

Your brother's coming over for the
funeral. Would you travel halfway around

world for one?

If it was my mum, yeah.

Look, all that birthday video stuff.

Kids being bounced, forced to sing happy
birthday.

It was a charade.

Kathy's charade.

Thank you.

The what?

The what?

The calls.

Part of the fetal membrane which
sometimes clings to an infant's head at

Where do they come from?

Probably from the heads of infants.

Joan Matheson was her midwife.

So was her mother before her.

They were often regarded as powerful
talismans.

One was supposed to protect its owner
from drowning.

Many sailors used to pay high prices for
them.

Didn't bring Joan Matheson much luck,
did they?

What about this, sir?

Better check it out.

So you want me to go to Fife now?

Yeah, and try and stay at a burning
house.

And another thing.

The next time your life is in danger,
don't hang about to pick up evidence.

out of there fast.

I don't want your corks on my hands as
well.

Now, is that clear?

I sincerely hope the occasion won't
arise again, sir.

Same weapon, Jim.

Knitting needle.

He was probably killed so he couldn't
identify who set fire to the house.

A guy like that would probably notice
every car that went past. Why set fire

the house? To destroy something?

Or everything.

He certainly succeeded.

The place was gutted.

Find out what Martin was doing last
night and everyone else in the family.

Could I be reading too much into the
choice of weapon?

some cake.

Do you want to feel?

Oh, it doesn't matter that he's Dr.

Miller's. He's a baby. That's what we
always wanted.

Try and love him.

How can I?

It's just the same as not knowing who
the father is.

How can you say that?

Of course it's not the same.

How can I even pretend he's mine?

I've thought about it.

We have him adopted and we try again.

No.

No! People don't fit into the nice, easy
roles you want them to, Cathy. I want

him, Martin, and I'm going to have him.
You have him.

Go to some pipe tobacco.

Oh, thank you.

And that.

Yes, I heard the news on the radio.

I also bought some fish.

For lunch.

Have you abandoned all faith in me?

He was at home with me all evening.

You wouldn't be covering up for him,
Mrs. Adams.

Why should I cover up for him?

And why, Stu?

If I had to cover up for Martin, I
would.

But I don't have to.

Can you tell me why your mother might
have kept this?

No.

We found it in a chest in the attic.

She was a hoarder. She kept lots of
things.

A long.

There's a number.

Of these.

Snap?

She said I was born with this.

That it would bring me luck.

Fat lot of luck.

So when's the baby due?

Three weeks, two days and 15 minutes.

Are you a father?

No.

What would you do if you were Martin?

I don't know.

Could you learn to love another man's
child?

You couldn't, could you?

Mum said it was unlucky to buy the pram.

Maybe she was writing some things after
all.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm Detective Constable Jack Reed from
Glasgow.

Is Mrs. Moore in?

She's down on the beach.

Right, thanks.

Mrs. Moore?

Yes?

I'm Detective Constable Jackie Reed from
Glasgow.

I'm investigating the murder of a Mrs.
Joan Matheson.

What's it got to do with me?

She had a newspaper cutting in her
possession.

I've got a copy of it.

I wondered if you'd like to take a look
at it.

Oh, my God.

He was your husband, wasn't he?

This was over 20 years ago.

Why do you have to bring it up now?

I'm sorry if it's painful for you.

I've never heard of her.

Maybe you'd like me to repeat the name.

Joan Matheson.

She lived in the village of Afford in
Aberdeenshire. I told you.

I've never heard of her.

Maybe your son has. No good asking him.

He's the thickest of the lot.

He wouldn't have heard of Robert the
Bruce.

How many children do you have? Five.

None of them live at home except him.

You're wasting your time, miss.

Some people just collect newspaper
cuttings.

No, this wasn't a collection. This was
just one.

Did your husband ever own one of these?

What the hell's that?

It's a call.

It's part of the fetal membrane of a
newly born infant.

Sailors use them as talismans.

Ronnie just liked messing about in
boats.

When he'd work at the hospital, let him.

He wasn't even a very strong swimmer.

He tried for years.

He's no right to tell you to have it
adopted.

You have him, Cathy.

We'll all help you look after him. I
just don't want to have to choose

them, Ian.

You've got to make sure the baby feels
loved.

They know.

Even inside there, Cathy.

Maybe when he's born, Martin will see
differently.

He won't. I know he won't.

Dr Miller said that babies born by donor
insemination can become believers in

domestic battles. Well, that bastard
should know.

You have him adopted.

And you'll never forgive Martin.

It'll destroy your marriage.

And you want to lose both of them.

Ian's right.

God knows you've tried hard enough.

Miller's maybe the baby's father.

But you're his mother.

Mrs Miller.

I'm sorry. The clinic is closed.

DCI Tiger.

Must have been quite an ordeal for you.

You're quite a believer in
understatements.

Have you had any more trouble?

Not since we moved.

I'm sure it's only a matter of time.

You must have a very forgiving nature.

You must have misheard me. I didn't say
that.

What did you want to see me about?

You met Joan Matheson when Rob Gibson's
baby was christened.

Very briefly. We were just introduced,
that's all.

How did she seem?

Nervous.

Strange, but then Cathy told her who I
was. I put it down to that.

Did you go to every christening?

No, my... My husband did.

Why did you go to this one?

Cathy wanted us both to meet her mother,
that's all.

Wasn't it a bit tactless at a
christening?

No one else would have known who we
were. There were lots of babies being

christened that day. Besides, parents
that we've helped often liked us to...

there in the background.

But your husband had his own reasons.

Is that everything?

No. It's just one other thing.

Did you see her when she ran out of the
church?

Yes.

I suppose phobias make people do
irrational things like that.

I am not a psychiatrist, but yes, I
suppose phobias do.

Where would this phobia come from?

About butterflies?

All our deepest fears start in one
place.

Childhood.

Some things even too much for you, eh?

I left him last night about half past
seven.

And was he alone?

The shredder was cutting out. He was
finishing servicing it.

Did anything happen last night between
you and your uncle?

Just Cathy came round, that's all.

What about?

To talk.

About anything in particular?

The baby.

What about the baby?

Martin didn't want her to keep it.

Wanted her to have it adopted.

Tom and I told her Martin was being
unfair.

Just unfair?

Tom said if it was a choice between the
baby and Martin, she should keep the

baby. And your sister was the sort to
tell Martin that?

Cathy never could keep a problem to
herself.

You put me in a compromising position,
Peter.

I'm sorry.

What am I supposed to do?

I can't get charges dropped because you
were once my partner.

Because I'm going to be your kid's
godfather.

I know that.

I came round because I know I've
compromised you.

Okay?

Do you still want to be Xavier's
godfather?

Of course I do.

Good.

I still want you to be.

When am I a bully?

You're telling the truth.

Try to understand why I did what I did
to him.

He'd have done the same.

He'd probably have gone further.

Probably.

Xavier looks like me.

At least I've got that.

One day he'll have to know the truth.

It's all right, Gene.

We're still going to be godparents.

Marta and I have arranged the
christening for this afternoon.

Why the urgency?

We both felt in the circumstances.

The fact is we both want to go away for
a few weeks.

And it's important to us.

Jim, in the circumstances.

Tiger.

When?

Bring him in.

Beautiful, aren't they?

Sometimes when the world seems ugly, I
come in here... ..to forget.

Right now, it's ugly.

I went round to have it out with him,
but there was no answer, so I left.

I didn't go into the barn.

Quite a coincidence.

You have a row with your mother -in
-law, she dies violently. You go to have

row with your wife's uncle, he dies even
more violently.

I'm not a violent person.

That's not borne out by the evidence.

What evidence?

Your part in the assault on Dr Miller.

I was doing what any father would have
done.

What you'd have done.

And you when you were younger.

You'll not get me to admit to something
I didn't do.

Where did you go after?

To Rob Gibson's house.

The copper you suspended for not taking
part in the assault.

He and Michelle were there.

They'll tell you I wasn't covered in
blood or covered in anything.

Chardon, Mary Hill.

I'm afraid she's not in the office right
now. Can I take a message?

Ah.

You can talk to me if you like.

I see.

Well, I'll let her know as soon as she
gets back.

OK, bye -bye.

Ah, just had a phone call from a Mrs
Moore, woman you went to see in Fife.

She wants to speak to you again.

Did she say what about?

Just that it had to be you in person.

I knew she wasn't telling the truth.

I knew it.

I'll come with you.

What happened?

Just stay back, please. It was from
Strathclyde, Maryhill Police Station in

Glasgow. Who's come up to interview her?
Have you now?

About what?

We don't know.

She rang to say she wanted to speak to
us. And why should she want to speak to

the Strathclyde Police?

Well, it's kind of a long story.

Can we look at the body? Sorry.

Not until our people are finished with
it.

You're out of order, Constable.

Michael, look at this.

We have reason to believe whoever killed
Mrs Moore is responsible for three

other murders.

Then put your information through the
proper channel and I'll look at it.

As far as I'm concerned, this is a
domestic.

It's got all the hallmarks.

That's Mrs Moore's son.

Can we talk to him? Aye.

Maybe.

When we've finished with him.

Now, why don't the two of you go back to
Glasgow and I'll tell you when?

Considering we could have a mass
murderer running around Scotland, I

it's too much to ask.

It's OK, Constable.

Hi there.

Do you remember I came up to see your
mother?

Yeah, I remember.

Your mother called me this morning.

She said she wanted to see me. Do you
know what it was about?

No.

Well, try and think.

Was it about Joan Matheson or your
father drowning at sea?

My father?

Were you there when she made the call?

No. Look, he doesn't know anything. Now,
that's enough.

Look, please, wait.

You're holding up a murder investigation
on my patch.

Only she didn't tell you the truth about
that woman.

Joan Matheson?

She used to come over when we were kids,
after my father died.

We used to call her Auntie Joan, but she
wasn't a real auntie. And what was she

then? Just a friend of Mum's.

And this was after your father died?

Yeah, right after.

OK, that's it. Out of the car.

If you want any more information...

Do it through the proper channel.

Thanks for your help.

How is he now?

He's fine.

Sir, is Macaray and the police force
over now, after what happened?

Doubt it.

I nearly went with them, sir.

Well, you wouldn't be human if you
hadn't wanted to.

Michelle and I have discussed it.

We're going to have another one.

One that's really ours this time.

I want to tell you something, Rob.

I always wanted a son.

I've never told anybody this before.

I've got a daughter and I love her
dearly.

But I thought, oh, next time.

Doesn't he be?

I'm sorry.

So was I for a long time.

DPI Tiger was just asking about Martin.

You know, being here last night.

That's right.

He was.

And while you're holding him, his wife's
at home expecting a baby.

Maybe we won't hold him much longer.

Now, listen, you two.

When Joan Matheson held your baby in the
church, how did she behave?

She was a wee bit peculiar.

How peculiar?

We made a joke about it.

It was like he had a 666 in his head.

Well, just talking about his features.

How he had my eyes.

At least we thought he did.

And she gave him back?

Without a word?

Maybe because she delivered lots of
babies.

She knew.

Did she meet Dr.

Miller before she went into that church?
Now think carefully.

No.

I'm quite sure she didn't.

I tried to drown myself.

Thought I'd make it look like an
accident.

I wrote you a letter.

But I didn't have the courage.

I swam out there.

I'm sorry.

You wouldn't understand.

Colin.

Two or three years in prison.

It won't kill you.

I don't understand the thought of it.

I'd rather die than spend a day locked
in.

You should have known you'd be found out
one day.

There's so many things about me that you
don't know.

I'm trying to come to terms with the
things I do.

They're holding Cathy's husband.

They don't name him, of course, just an
architect, but it's obvious, isn't it?

If they charge him, she'll be all alone.

But my child... I couldn't stand that.

Over one woman.

Why just her?

You wouldn't understand.

Oh, Colin, I'm trying.

Do you know what our friends are saying
about me?

I am the woman so unable to have
children that our husband has to

others.

God, I'm trying.

That's what they're saying.

Then they aren't our friends.

If you feel so badly about Cathy, make
it up to her in some way. Financially, I

don't know.

Go and see her.

I suppose I could.

Maybe you'll have to pay them all.

Financial support.

Yes, maybe I will.

Let's hope you don't have to pay the
school fees.

I'll buy them birthday presents.

So, he didn't arrive in time.

We did find out that Joan Mackleton knew
Agnes Moore.

Long time back.

Both had quite large families.

And both had lost their husbands.

Miss Slade, that would be the better
one.

Come on, let's play happy families.

You do know you've got a christening to
go to, sir? Plenty of time.

Right, I told you. This is all the
hallmarks of a domestic.

Family murder.

I thought that's what we told you.

And we weren't wrong.

Don't worry.

If anything happens to Martin, we'll
bring him up.

I'll help you. I'll be the best uncle he
ever had.

It'll be like when we were small.

Oh, Ian.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

I know I've always been kind of... Well,
like the failure of the family.

Mum thought so anyway.

In Mum's eyes, we were all failures.

Dry your eyes.

You should eat something.

You've got two to feed now, don't
forget.

Do you fancy a takeaway?

Right, have a rest. It won't be long.

Hello, Cathy.

Can I come in?

I had to come to see you to say I'm
sorry.

Martin's been arrested. Must be very
trying for you.

Please, sit down.

I saw your brother leave.

If there's anything financial I can do
by way of compensation... No.

Thank you.

If Martin goes to prison, you'll need
something.

I hear you may go to prison yourself,
Dr. Miller.

Yes, only for a few years. Two or three,
maybe.

I have capital, however, and... I want
to make up for what I've done.

Why me?

Because you're going to be on your own.

And I feel responsible.

The 60 children of our Dr.

Miller.

Joan Matheson's four children.

Note the family resemblance.

We have a bigamist.

Aye.

Moore, Matheson, Miller.

Oh, my God.

Forensic removed the beard.

Joan Matheson must have recognised him
from that photograph.

That's why she went to see Mrs Moore.
And both women decided to keep it a

from their children.

That's why Miller killed Joan Matheson.
Because she recognised him.

Plenty more people would recognise him
when he came to trial.

That's why he had to kill the others.

Why burn the house?

To destroy the photos of him that
remained, unaware that she'd destroyed

years ago.

That means, sir, Dr Miller is Cathy's...
I know.

That's why you'll have to explain it to
her very gently.

What a nice house you've got here.

Martin must take great pride in it.

He does.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Yes, I'd love one, thank you.

I'll just look at the butterflies, if I
may.

How did you know about the butterflies?

I saw them when I came in.

I just shut the curtains before you...
Then you and Martin must have told me

about them.

We didn't.

Neither of us.

Perhaps I read about them in the
newspaper then.

And how did you know Ian was my brother?

Cathy, don't press me.

How did you know?

Unless you'd been here. before.

Oh, look.

In the church, your mother, your mother.

I swear I had no idea who you were when
you walked in the clinic. I had

absolutely no idea. I swear.

everything. And maybe that's what you
wanted?

Would you kill your own daughter as
well?

And your grandchild?

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I'm sorry.

Don't you think it's a bit late for
that?

Who do you want? To your sister.

Michael, that's Dr. Miller's car.

You'll want my husband.

He's downstairs.

It's a shame to see them locked up.

Dr Colin Miller, I have to... Yes, yes,
yes, I know.

I don't have to say anything.

But I have a lot to talk about, you see.

I'm not afraid.

The strongest cages are the ones we make
for ourselves.

Let's hope they don't all turn out like
him, otherwise we'll have the biggest

crime wave this city's ever seen.

Cheers. Cheers.

Macbethy?

Jim, it's Gene.

God, I forgot.

What time is it?

It's time you were at the church, sir. I
don't know what's worse, having a

godson called Xavier or the fact that
he's the son of a mass murderer.

Haven't I told Peter?

You'd better speak to him.

Jean, I'm in a compromising position.
You'll be in a compromising position

you get here.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

In the meantime, I want you to break
something to Peter for me. You'll be

at it.

I can't tell him that.

This is... This is a joke.

Jim, it'll devastate him.

What'll devastate me?

Jim, what's going on?

What'll devastate me?

Jim? Jim?

You there?

Hello, Peter.

Yeah, it's Michael here.

How you doing?

No, I'm sorry, he's just left.

He told me to tell you that Gene would
explain everything to you.

Yeah.

No, I'm sorry, I don't know any more.

That was a cowardly thing to do. It's
called delegation.

And maybe I just think I've done my
share.

Oh, and Peter.

I'm Michael, sir.

So you are.

Tell me honestly, do you think this will
affect my street credibility?

Your street cred, sir?

I think this will make it.

I know the city like a lover, but I bet
it's hard to

love another.

It's no mean town, no mean city.

City life is strange, you take your
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